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[avasmess]

AVA'S MULTI-MESS

A kripkeverse centered multimuse. Low to medium activity, mutuals only and highly selective since this ain't my main account. Featuring characters for THE BOYS and SUPERNATURAL. Minors do not interact because adult themes are highly present due to the nature of those shows. Crude language, violence, gore, smoking as well as the spice.

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AFFILIATES: tba

ROLL THE DICE

Annie January -> The Boys Muse status -> Primary Canon compliance: 98%, no autoshipping with Hughies, no pregnancy. Shipping note -> bisexual, open to shipping Links: threads / hc / musings / face / aes

Marvin Milk [M.M.] -> The Boys Muse status -> Secondary Canon compliance: 100%, won't interact with Soldier Boy unless it's heavily plotted and doesn't serve to excuse anything SB did to MM's family. Shipping note -> Marvin is straight. Period. Links: threads / hc / musings / face / aes

William [Billy] Butcher -> The Boys Muse status -> Primary Canon compliance: 98%, Terror lives, Butcher lives on but without V. Probably still goes around messing with supes because he needs the struggleTM. Shipping note -> no romance with Homelander or Hughie at all! Links: threads / hc / musings / face / aes

Archangel Michael -> Supernatural Muse status -> Primary Canon compliance: 50%, he's designed as polar opposite to Lucifer in every world. He chases after the 'main world' devil to kill him into said world, given its Michael is idle and the balance needs his intervention. No villain era. He's on the good side, although not always nice. He used Dean as vessel to kill Lucifer, but leaves the man shortly after to recover his main vessel and keep it. Then learns about this world to serve God as intended. Shipping note -> hard to ship, no interest in romancing humans Links: threads / hc / musings / face / aes / Boys AU

Crowley, King of Hell -> Supernatural Muse status -> Request Canon compliance: 80%, he didn't sacrifice himself because that's not who he is. In the end he'll ditch the crown after finding he hated being king all along. Hangs out with the Winchesters mostly, still making deals. Shipping note -> singleship with @bloodsalted's Dean Links: threads / hc / musings / face / aes / Boys AU

Billie, Death, former Reaper -> Supernatural Muse status -> Request Canon compliance: 99%, after she got taken by the Empty alongside Cas, Chuck brought her back but not the angel. Just as he did Lilith, Lucifer and others to piss the Winchesters off. She's on neither side. Shipping note -> can death fall in love? We don't know yet. Links: threads / hc / musings / face / aes / Boys AU

Basic rp-etiquette applies. Don't be a c*nt to people based on race/ethnicity, orientation, gender, religious beliefs or disabilities.

Whether you have fancy graphics or not? I don't give a damn, as long as I can read your writing and you, well, actually do write.

Dupes are cool, I don't bite.

No lying about being of legal age for gritty topics. I'm extremely uncomfortable chatting or ic-writing with people below the age of 25, given I myself am well over 30.

I have a job and am exhausted a lot of the time due to my responsibilities, this is why I might go silent for days in a row here and there.

We keep things chill here. But if we never write, I'll withdraw. Plotting and writing the thing isn't the same to me.

If you guilt-trip me, I'll reserve you a cozy spot on my block-list.

I don't interact with medieval fantasy, video games or cartoon/manga muses.

Due to the nature of this show, I don't tag things like smoking or blood etc. I will tag explicit depictions of gore and the seggsie stuff, though. If I reblog flashy gifs, I'll tag them with eyestrain tw because I don't want to trigger seizures.

[avasmess]

omw to bed but thinking about the horror it'd be for my Angel to fall in love with a human, because 1. it's against his codex to act on it at all, humans are the little sheep he's got to defend against evil, and 2. he never felt something like that so he'd probably think it's some kind of curse-induced sickness at first. Pure tragedy.

[avasmess]

Nothin' t'see here. Just sum giddy cunt drivin' thru town an' fondly 'ememberin' Omelander beggin' on 'is knees like god intended.

[awkwardcourage]

Huh. Hughie isn't sure what to make of that. It's funny, because he has killed people, supes and non-supes alike, but for some reason he still hasn't been able to change that view of himself, the one he's still so strangely desperate to refute. It doesn't help that it's reinforced by near constant reminders that he is the youngest of the group, the least violent, the most inexperienced. Maybe he can take it as a compliment, even though he knows M.M. didn't mean for it the one.

Hughie snorted. "Thanks. If you think I smell bad, you should see the- nope, nope, wait, fuck, that doesn't work. Okay. I'm gonna go shower now." It hadn't taken quite as long as it had done when he'd got covered in whale gore, but it was still a long fucking shower. Hughie came out of the bathroom with new clothes and a sigh of relief in his chest. "So, did I miss anything while I was on the run? Well..." They were already on the run. "You know what I mean."

[avasmess]

True, Hughie did kill people and that's nothing to be proud of. But he's still miles away from becoming a complete, irredeemable asshole and that's what counts. Enough heart to heart. That stench needs to get out of the room, stat! Marvin rises from his seat with aim for the kitchen, if you can call this small, rancid corner that. And he misses his house all over again while taking a hopeful peek into the fridge. He makes sure it's never empty, but is he alone here? Nah. A miracle that it still works, however. The light inside flickers occasionally, but the things he needs to make a couple of sandwiches? Still cold.

Marvin just got to cutting the finished finger food into halves when Hughie returns. On two separate plates, one shoved toward the now fresh guy across the counter.

"Most days was quiet. I get to see Kimiko and Frenchie once in a blue moon", precedes a huff, more amusement than annoyance really. "They're locked in their room all day any day, doing their thing..." The pointed look Marvin shoots Hughie, in tandem with a small head-tilt, says it all. Before he picks one of the sandwich halves up to inspect it, as if looking for the perfect side to place his first bite.

"Annie's out there working on her charity project and Butcher?" Cue a shrug. "Being Butcher. Fickle as hell, looking for the next prank to pull on Vought." Finally the first bite, just now does he realize he's been almost starving. "Not gonna lie, I feel like a goddamn babysitter these days." Still kind of appreciates the fake-peace interval. "You're staying for a while, or fucking right off again?" Something about the expectant tugging at his brows as he eyes Hughie, chewing, silently pleads.

Honestly, he won't say it but shit... he might be about to lose his mind.

[avasmess]

Mikey and Luci's relationship in a nutshell.

[avasmess]

But Ava, how can Annie be friendly with vampires? They kill people.

The fact that she only met one and struggles to believe they are a thing shows that there's no reports on murders with blood drained victims, be it in the news or anywhere among superhero mission assignments. Which means, vampires don't go around to out themselves, though some missing people cases might go on their bill. Suspicions only. So they either nick blood bags from hospitals etc [this is bad too, but they try not to harm anyone directly by that], or, given what fetish abysses Annie saw when she ran into herogasm, it's very possible vampires feed on people who willingly offer a bite because they get off to that. There's also some who drink from animals. Point being, as long as she doesn't catch a vampire attack someone without their consent to "donate" blood, she gives them the benefit of the doubt.

Ya bet Vought would love to hunt them for clicks and $$$ so they found a way to survive without getting perceived.

[riacain]

i am such a sweet girl i hate when yall make me act like a sociopath

[avasmess]

@malka-lisitsa: continued from here

New, yeah, she can't argue. A slim 'guilty as charged' simper accompanies her upward twitch of brows. Seems like running into a vampire, an actual fucking vampire, the other day opened a door or something. Now Annie's subjected to the next one of that species and has to realize that even they face struggles a set of superhuman powers can't solve. Hearing the snippet of Katherine's history with whoever Klaus Mikaelson is supposed to be, the former superhero pinches her brows together in disapproval. "Being threatened like that shouldn't be normal for anyone."

Well, cheers to that! The shot in front of her gets emptied the next second before she puts the glass back onto the table, had half a mind to slam it down. But the risk of accidentally vandalizing is considered quickly enough.

"And anyway", Annie huffs, her mien souring even further. "Why can't men decide not to be goddamn creeps?" She's trailing off, catching herself in the process blinks down at the small glass and pulls her lips into a thin line. Cue a dismissive wave. "Sorry, I'm just..." And a heavy sigh. Then her eyes are back on Katherine. "Who is that Klaus you're talking about? Or should I ask what he is?"

[awkwardcourage]

A weird sense of pride washes over Hughie, the same kind you get when you show someone your favourite film and they enjoy it. It's not like Coney Island's his favourite place in the world, but it is a part of his childhood, a part of New York, and, above anything else, he's pleased that Annie's had a good time.

The question shouldn't catch him off guard, but it does. He finds himself staring a little longer than he should, blinking stupidly. "Uh..." He looks away, a lie bubbling in the back of his throat. He doesn't want to talk about it, but he also can't bring himself to lie to Annie. Not again, not any more.

"No. Not really." He doesn't manage to turn to face her again, his gaze off to the side. "I don't know how much you want me to go into it. I don't wanna ruin the evening, y'know?" He also doesn't know how she's doing, which takes precedent in Hughie's opinion. "Are you doing okay?"

[avasmess]

Oh no, she knows that look! Is why Annie can predict already that Hughie is not going to say he's okay. Which isn't a crime. Honesty is much appreciated, but she still hoped he would be fine. Worry pins her gaze to what little she gets to see of his face all turned away from her; the same plants a knot in the pit of her stomach. Now she doesn't even want to finish her ice cream— an Annie thing, nothing to blame Hughie for, by the way. Instead of answering his counterquestion, she moves closer to position herself in front of him. Free hand reaches for his upper arm without intention to grab it but rest the palm there for a moment.

"Hughie", her voice comes with a subtly chiding edge, chin tucked in just before she rears her head a beat later to look up at him. "You know I'm here for you, right? So don't pull this 'I don't wanna bother you' bullshit on me." Emphasis follows with a decided shake of her head, one. Forget about Coney Island right now. Annie's undivided attention is Hughie's. Blinking the sting of a breeze out of her eyes, she decides to drop that between-the-lines reproach: "What's wrong?"

[avasmess]

Petition for LionKight Co. Logo.

FAUST, you said you'd be funny, but this is actually pretty?? If we ignore their pissed off expressions. #LionLight 4 LYF

[vv-itchy]

[avasmess]

Death is closest in knowledge about outcomes on earth to the creator. He is life, she's the counterpart. She can't predict every detail, except those that remain the same in every potential timeline, neither does she know exactly which of the many possible ends will find the living, because there's many. Up until a certain point in time. And both, Life and Death, know that even the source of life Himself will one day go out. The irony in that is that while the big guy knows everything, including which death will ultimately find his creations, the only thing he doesn't know is how He ends. But Death does.

[avasmess]

"She thinks she saw that face before, though. Maybe he's famous as some kind of food expert and he's been on tv."

Annie watches porn, confirmed (Gabe applauds her taste tho)

LISTEN. She hangs out with a bunch of guys who will occasionally zap through supe corn and other seggsie stuff. Except MM, he's cool. So she definitely caught a glimpse or two when she moved past them to get herself and Kimiko snacks, but was probably rolling her eyes hard.

[avasmess]

@trickheaven: continued from here

"Strawberry mochi! Are you kidding me?" It bursts out of her just the second Annie swallowed the current bite of her chocolate bar. Brows arching high, a smile from ear to ear. "That is so fucking good, I swear!" Some of that juvenile excitement wanes, although the smile remains plastered on her face. "But you're right." She points at Gabriel with the half-eaten almond joy. "It technically doesn't count." Smartass comment made, a chuckle leaves her before she lifts the treat to her lips again. Stalls instead of biting into it, squints at the guy she doesn't know yet whether he's a fellow supe or simply human.

She thinks she saw that face before, though. Maybe he's famous as some kind of food expert and he's been on tv. "Actually", her voice pitches higher than usually before returning to normal: "With all that knowledge about candy you have, your name should be Sugar Daddy." Literal sugar daddy, get it? Annie watches him, waiting if her stupid joke landed.

[avasmess]

@safetypinned: "i don't know where i was going with that.." (billie)

The Winchesters have that tendency to talk sans period whenever they get nervous, irritated, excited. Billie could blame her presence right now, because few are calm upon meeting Death, naturally. But she doesn't take it personally, never does. Sam's long monologue sparks no impatience— "Take a breath. Sort your thoughts", she instructs calmly, nonchalant as is her habitual expression. Then dips her chin in a small nod, the faintest vestige of a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "I've got time."

Death knows what times are ahead, yet wouldn't strip anyone of their prerogative to voice their minds without someone jumping in to do the talking for them. Besides, who knows? Those two boys in particular are run never out of surprises. "And don't worry about yours too much", Billie adds regarding his time, her gaze drifting past him toward the shut door. "Nobody's coming to interrupt us anytime soon." In a couple of hours that door will swing open, by then she'll be gone.

[f0cksupes]

❪ @avasmess ❫ Annie deliberately ignores Billy while snuggling with Terror. She says that dog is a better human than his old man could ever be <3

It's a strange thing in a room, human connection. In the margins of the dirt and the grime and the action, at the edges of the mission, he often forgets the team exists outside of their operational value. It reappears, uninvited, in the small spaces between things. There is a violence innate in being witnessed, in being close enough that silence is no longer empty but inhabited. From the doorway, he watches Annie with Terror; traitorous little bastard that he is, tongue lolling while Annie scratches behind his ears, snub of a tail going, the whole thing. She doesn't seem to see him, and he takes the time to look her over. She's so bright, it's bloody irritating. Starlight exists as a counterargument to his anti-supe thesis. Butcher can feel the contradiction every time she opens her mouth, every time she takes a stance to fight for what she believes in, not against what she doesn't. [ It don't excuse what she is. ] But that pesky goodness in her is a fallacy he can't quite pin. There's no place to slot her amid the jumble of his shite worldview. And, Christ, he knows where he picked up that bad habit. He'd hated that about his old man most of all, the pisspoor attitude about life. The bastard could find rot in fresh fruit, spite in kindness, weakness in anything that didn’t bare its teeth back at him. Hated things simply because they existed within reach of his disappointment. Butcher had sworn, years ago, lying awake with split lips and a mouth full of copper taste, Lenny hiding at his side, that he’d die before turning into that kind of man.

Arms cross over his chest as he leans against the doorframe, and against his will, a chuckle slips from his throat. It makes it easier, looking at the dog instead of her whilst she talks. He remembers doing that with Becca, too; using Terror like a buffer, like a way of speaking sideways at things he couldn’t afford to say straight. ❛ My Becca picked him out. Scraggly little bastard, he was. Breath smelled like death warmed up. She saw im, and that was that, won't have any other dog. Held him right up to my face, both of 'em giving me that look. ❜ Terror makes no move to depart from Annie's lap. He's happy where he is, and Butcher has to acquiesce ━━━ she wins this round. ❛ Knew I was done for straight away. ❜

[avasmess]

Slender fingers comb through white fur, the dog's snores put those of sleeping men to shame. Strange, how that's adorable on animals but when humans do it, a part of you wants to smash their heads in for the noise. Annie keeps her eyes on Terror. The pet's slow-blinking lids growing heavier the longer she scratches that particular spot behind an ear. Yes, she notices Butcher's approach which stops by the door. But she still can't decide whether to fully hate him or... pity him, really, and maybe it's been the latter all along. Otherwise, why would she even bother being anywhere near him? As soon as his voice cuts into those steady snores, both Terror and Annie peel their attention from each other to look at him. The way Butcher gets nostalgic in an almost gentle way makes Annie's mind take the hopeful route again; like so many times before, until he fucked up. It's only a matter of hours before it all replays.

A thin smile washes over her face, genuine yet tentative, when she gives Billy a once-over and inhales a deep breath. Released soon after with an inaudible sigh.

"I saw how you treated Becca", she deigns to answer, because ignoring him now isn't in her design. Would be cruel. "I see how you treat Terror. Then I think, well, maybe you're not that much of an asshole after all." There is good in him and that's the whole tragedy of it. A subtle shake of her head later, Annie blinks back down at the dog who stretches all fours out; cute toes splayed for a split second. "You know, I don't like being mad at you 16 hours a day. Pretty sure no one of us does, by the way." She snaps her mouth shut before she can even start translating the fleeting idea in her head of trying to make him consider his actions. She neither can nor wants to fix him. There's by far bigger fish to take care of! And perhaps Butcher's lack of fucks to give comes in handy just for that sake. So anyway...

"Why", hesitation precedes the skeptical frown she subjects Billy to next. "Why did you drag Hughie into this in the first place? We both know it's going to break him sooner or later."

[avasmess]

@safetypinned: "i don't think you are ever going to see me without seeing him.. are you?" (michael)

Lucifer. The name isn't voiced but Michael doesn't need to double-guess here. Knowing his brother all too well, the archangel pins Sam with a look that's almost compassionate... almost, perhaps by a twinkle in the eyes. Poor thing. "Then you should change your mind, Winchester." Into thinking, or rather, being positive that Michael does, in fact, not see the devil in him. Yes, the beast left wounds very visible to an angel's perception. Michael recognizes the cracks in his soul clearly, like shattered glass somehow glued back together— but a few tiny pieces are missing. He cants his head, mouth curving into a crooked yet thin smile.

"Angels don't just look at what you humans behold." Or associate from knowledge alone; he heard Samuel was Lucifer's ideal vessel in this world, but never met them merged. "We see everything. And for whatever it's worth, I find no spark of Lucifer's spirit in you now." Thoughtfully gleaning Sam's face, Michael finally takes one step closer to tap the hunter's chest with his a pointer finger to steer his attention to the heart inside. "What makes you you? Still intact." Then that same finger rises to tap the man's forehead. "The wound that won't heal sits in there." A pause, hand withdrawn. "I believe mankind calls it projection."