BURNING BRIGHT

a thousand armies couldn't keep me out

[ceremonicls]

#CEREMONICLS     a multimuse rp blog. emphasis on platonic and romantic connections. sporadic-low activity + slow reply. iconless. please read rules before interacting.

note: modern verses and aus always available.

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muse list ↓

PRIMARY MUSES:

i. sharon carter, mixed media + canon divergent + headcanon based + not mcu compliant / bisexual (spn verse available)

info: primary focuse on her as a cia agent or shield liaison/agent. with emphasis on freelance duties and her time out in the cold as a spy. secondary focus is the headcanon based events of faws. ignores power broker storyline.

ii. jo harvelle, from the series supernatural heavily headcanon based + au / bisexual

info: au version 1: apocalypse verse jo wakes up in the main timeline with no knowledge of how she got there. she thinks they won, but she realizes a much darker truth: the jo of this world is dead and has been for a few years now. au version 2: ellen was the one that got attacked by the hellhounds and jo was dragged to safety by the boys.

iii. maria isabel martinez, original character / bisexual / short bio (spn verse available)

info: inspired by chicano identity formation, cultural beliefs in latin families, the series gentefied, vida and the series sons of anarchy. character background is set in the mayans mc universe but she is adaptable to almost any universe.

iv. maria hill, mixed media + canon divergent + not a skrull / bisexual

info: not secret invasion compliant. portrayed as either deputy director, working with the aven.gers or as director of shield with emphasis on her espionage background.

v. natasha rom.anova, mixed media + name of the ro.se influenced + headcanon based / bisexual (by request only)

info: primary focus on the phase 1-2 time period along with the fallout of cap 2. secondary focus is on her espionage background. characterization taken from name of the ro.se comic.

vi. steven grant rogers, mixed media + canon divergent + headcanon based / straight (by request only)

info: not infi*ity war or endg*me compliant. primary focus on the time period encompassing cap 1 and the fallout of cap 2. secondary focus on time as commander leading the secret avengers. 

TEST MUSES:

i. lucy chen, (the rookie) canon compliant + headcanon influenced

ii. bix calleen, (andor) canon + headcanon based (spn + au verse available)

iii. amber oliveras, (prime's countdown) canon + heavily headcanon based (spn verse available)

iv. hank thompson, (caught stealing) film + headcanon based

muse list updated: 8/31/2025

[doomedtouch]

i learned the rules of a sadist. an iconless sideblog for cate dunlap of prime's the boys universe spinoff gen v.

[ceremonicls]

your feet are cold. / from dean to jo !

re: the morning after

she'd tagged along with the brothers on yet another hunt. except unlike previous times, her mom knew about it and had requested demanded that jo call her at least once day to let her know that everything was okay. but jo knew that mean that she should call twice a day or else her mother would spend all that time between calls worrying. (jo knew that her mother wouldn't fully stop worrying until she could hug her and have jo once again under the roadhouse's roof.)

a storm had prevented them from heading back to the roadhouse after the hunt was over. so they'd tucked in for another night with popcorn, beer, and a few movies they'd rented. "no, they're not." jo bites back even though she knows that, yes they in fact are cold. just like her fingers get cold in the winter months, her feet also tend to run on the colder side. she shifts forward to grab the bowl from dean before returning back to leaning against the couch's armrest. "quit hogging all the popcorn." her feet remaining outstretched under the blanket that her and dean are sharing. not caring if her feet were in fact cold enough to have it seep through the jeans dean wore. he was warm and add in the blanket and her feet would soon be well on their way to being nice and toasty.

[storyuntrue]

      𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓   𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔   𝒉𝒆   𝒉𝒂𝒅   —   either   sitting   there   and   pouting   at   her   dismissal,   or   doubling   down   with   his   flirtations   to   take   her   attention   off   his   phone   —   died   pretty   quickly,   his   thoughts   coming   into   a   screeching   halt.   If   anyone   was   doing   the   distracting   it   was   Jo,   so   very   obviously   not   even   aware   of   it   herself.   Such   an   innocent   action   too,   picking   at   her   lower   lip   with   her   fingers,   tugging   and   twisting   at   the   soft   flesh, leaving it redder and puffier,   making   it   the   singular   point   of   Dean’s   focus.

      So   he   misses   her   question   completely,   eyes   glued   to   her   mouth,   his   gut   twisting   up   with   heat,   with   a   craving   that   he   should   try   his   hardest   to   trample   down.   It’s   not   alcohol either;   he   had   the   same   feeling   before   several   times,   and   one   of   them   happened   while   he   was   stone   cold   sober.   It’s   her,   and   the   forbidden   nature   of   fantasies   that   flashed   through   his   mind,   lightning   quick,   one   filthier   than   another.   “. . .W-what?”   Dean   eventually   stammers   out,   blinking   back   into   reality,   his   eyes   slowly   crawling   back   to   hers.   

[ceremonicls]

dean's stammering catches her attention but only long enough to give him quick once over. she has a level to finish. and when she does, a few more taps of her thumb lead her to the answer he couldn't give her. jo covers her mouth with her free hand as an impolite laugh escapes.

"oh my god." looking from the phone to dean, disbelief wrapped in amusement is clearly written all over her features. jo leans in, the remnants of a laugh dripping from her words. "you spent three hours playing and couldn't get past level six?" knowing dean, she knows it was all him and not the alcohol. something she can't quite wrap her mind around. clearly all the women who fall into bed with him are not doing it for his brains. and people say only men are visual creatures. "and you spent twenty bucks? you're impossible."

the grin remains tucked into the corners of her lips as she finishes another level. even if she only just surviving with one last life. "pay up." the phone is slide across the table so he can see that she's now on level eight. before he can answer, ellen's voice somehow rings over the sound of everything else; it makes jo stiffen like a kid who was caught eating a cookie before dinner. "this trash isn't going to take itself out." the clank of glass and rustling of plastic bags follows before a distant yet pointed "jo, get dean to help you with these. and bundle up, it's cold out."

[lokiinmediasideblog]

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CALL YOUR REPS! (House AND SENATE)

TELL THEM TO VOTE NO ON THE PARENTS DECIDE ACT!!!

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Switchboard: [phone]

[notmorbid]

project hail mary.

dialogue prompts from project hail mary by andy weir.

kids are smarter than most people think.

i'm glad no one believed me. i'm better off.

you're lying, insane, or a combination of the two.

there's no time for old grudges.

are you joshing me with all this?

i thought you'd be harder to find.

are you recording all this?

you have a commanding presence, that's for sure.

it's probably not as dramatic as it seems.

wait a minute. am i a guinea pig?

you can't be 100% serious forever.

where did you hear that word?

should i have stopped you?

i've got it from here.

why do you go to ____ at all?

someone put a post-it on my note while i slept.

there was a time when something like that would surprise me, but, you know, not anymore.

was that a pun?

i want to hang out with you. can we hang out?

just tell me what you need, and i'll make it happen.

why the heck can't you just be normal?

this is our life now. welcome.

you just wanted someone to tell you what you already know.

you can't just talk yourself out of a primal fear.

my life is a collection of conference rooms, these days.

no need to thank me. i'm here against my will.

i don't like complexity. i don't like risk.

we put more effort into naming stuff than we should.

i like you. you're a genius.

i don't have time for this bullshit.

i'm only here as a courtesy.

sleep might not be such a bad idea.

you're not alone anymore. neither of us are.

i'm fully aware of your authority, but it has limits. you're not magical.

you can't just use 'i'm saving the world' as an excuse every time you're a jerk.

you have a strange logic to you.

you did what you had to do.

you compliment me too much.

how long were you here alone?

being insane is the only way to be happy and be russian at the same time.

you and i are birds of a feather, it seems.

i guess you don't kiss and tell.

do you call her 'doctor' while having sex?

fist bump.

do not fuck up my house.

when stupid ideas work, they become genius ideas.

do you believe in god? i know that's a personal question.

cool? it's an extinction-level event.

no part of this is how things are supposed to be.

i think push has definitely come to shove.

you could have let me die. you should have, really.

your body should know what to do. you just have to let it.

maybe i'm being emotional instead of rational, but so what?

i'm smart enough to know i'm stupid. that's progress.

you and me are good people.

if this is my part to play, then so be it.

being on fire sucks.

do you think i don't know you?

you're a coward. you always have been. you avoid risk like the plague.

you are annoyingly honorable.

believe it or not, i kind of like you. i just don't respect you very much.

i'm 99% sure you'll do the right thing.

yeah, i'm going to miss you. you're my friend.

the past was unrelenting misery for most people.

i don't know if you can hear me, but i'm here.

say something. let me know you're okay.

try to stay positive.

speaking from a selfish perspective, i hope you stay. but that's just me.

i wanted to be the one to tell you.

you and i found each other. that's something.

[ceremonicls]

supriya leaving the show???? i blame this on the fuck ass merger

[ceremonicls]

season 2 of da pitt is out. i will probably end up adding samira as a test muse

[ceremonicls]

i will be caught up this weekend and while i'm still not sure if i will be adding any muses i love mckay, joy and samira sm.

[ceremonicls]

why did you come back here? / bucky to natasha !

re: companion

nostalgia. is what crosses her mind. but it isn't what comes out of her mouth. "i left something important." she says, distracted as she moves to near the window and kneels. the third floorboard is delicately lifted with the help of a knife before the black faraday bag is pulled out. the plank of polished dark wood is replaced. natasha tries to recall when the last time she'd been to paris had been. spring of 2008. but like everything else in her mind, she isn't sure if the memory is her own or if it had been tampered with.

"i didn't think anyone would be here." her gaze returns to barnes, who still stands on the other side of the living room. "i forgot you knew about this place." / @storyuntrue

[splinter-sister]

ATTENTION RPC IN MY AREA!

If the staff of this website don't rollback this update, then I propose we all start tagging each other in all replies to threads to be sure they are seen in notifications. I know we had to do this before a bit ago when notifs were broken for reblogs. Please consider doing this again until a more surefire method of making sure your partners see your replies comes through or this is rolled back. Stick together and continue to have fun creating. We are a community!

[storyuntrue]

@ceremonicls: suit yourself. you'll regret it tomorrow. (for au 1 bartender jo)

      “𝑵𝒐.   𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆’𝒔   𝒏𝒐   𝒘𝒂𝒚.”   Dean’s   adamant   about   his   decision,   a   firm   shake   of   his   head   just   solidifying   it.   There’s   a   crooked   grin   on   his   lips   too,   far   too   cocky   and   just   ever   so   slightly   tipsy.   It   has   been   a   while   since   he   had   faced   the   day   sober,   and   at   this   point   it’s   well   into   the   night.   “There   is   no   way   you   can   win   against   me   in   poker,   okay?   I’m   a   pro,   sweetheart,   you   cannot   beat   me.”   

      Perhaps   that   confidence   of   his   is   just   a   little   too   defensive,   a   little   too   stubborn and guarded.   Those   who   knew   him   really   well   could   try   and   poke   holes   into   it,   could   call   him   out.   Which   is   why   he’s   trying   to   disengage   from   this   challenge   altogether.   “Playing   you   would   be   like   taking   candy   from   a   baby.”   

[ceremonicls]

this version of dean winchester is a few years older, less jaded, has a far less itchy trigger finger, and drinks way more that the one she'd known. he reminds her ⸺as everything else in this world does⸺ of the before times. before the world as she had known it had fallen into darkness and chaos, before she'd lost almost everyone she knew and loved, before she was simply surviving. jo arches a brow, head giving a slight nod as if to say yeah, you're right. but it's his final words that cause her to grin, a breathy chuckle escaping.

"i have yet to meet another drunk who's as cocky as you." she moves to the register, rummages around the shelf underneath it before rounding the bar and leaning next to dean. in her hand is a deck of cards held together by a few rubber bands. "if you think playing me is so easy. then there's nothing to worry about. right?"

[m0tel]

he grits his teeth, takes the verbal lashing for what it is: misdirected as hell. he'd like to think he's immune to childish inflections, a lifetime's worth of sam's whining and seat kicking to thank, but his shovel hits a root and jolts the force back into his elbow funny, and somehow that's the final straw.

"jeez - fuck - alright." he's pointing with the blunt handle end. "nobody said anything like that." least of all in so many words. his arm's throbbing, mostly 'cause he's pissed. "just trying to cut you a break here. take it or don't. see what i care."

and that's the dumbest part of all, this dual angry digging thing they got happening. it's tempting to stop at a four by three hole and just cram the stupid body inside. save some time, and some blisters, but letting her wear herself out bodes better for the car ride. he digs slower on purpose.

[ceremonicls]

isabel makes a face as she mimics him again. under her breath this time. the shovel feels like it's being sucked into the mud. which makes digging that much slower. she moves to the other side of what would be the six by six foot hole so that they could hopefully meet in the middle when she notices he's digging slower.

"my mami can dig faster than that." she says, motioning with a hand, frustrated. "if you're going to drag your feet because of what i said, i'm better off doing this on my own." she adds a bit more to the slow growing pile of mud before huffing. removing the flannel she ties it around her waist and returns to digging. teeth gritting because she can feel the blisters already forming.

this angry digging of theirs will be kicking her ass in a few hours. especially come morning. but she isn't about to back down because she meant every word of what she said. the need to prove that she can do what a guy can is too engraved in her for it to ever be removed. it was why she learned how to fix harleys, why she can fix her at least half of her car's problems, and why she refuses to let anyone in this job patronize her. in her experience, even if they don't say it, they think it at one point or another, like clock work.

[happy-xy]

Austin Butler Caught Stealing (2025) dir. Darren Aronofsky

[storyuntrue]

      “𝑶𝒌𝒂𝒚,   𝒊𝒇   𝑰’𝒎   𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈   my   money   right,   you’re   about   to   leave   me   broke.”   There   was   something   else   Dean   wanted   to   say,   something   right   on   the   tip   of   his   tongue.   It   died   down   as   soon   as   Jo   tipped   the   contents   of   his   glass   into   her   own   mouth,   baring   her   pale   neck   to   him.   Eyes   wide,   refusing   to   blink,   not   wanting   to   miss   out   on   such   a   sight;   his   own   throat   mimics   hers   as   she   downs   the   last   of   his   whiskey,   bobbing   with   a   suddenly   very   dry   swallow.   At   that   moment,   Dean   was   pretty   much   willing   to   go   into   debt   if   it   meant   Jo   would   see   through   whatever   she   was   implying.   

      Not   sparing   a   single   thought   about   his   dignity   or   level   of   suave,   Dean   gets   out   of   his   seat   by   the   bar,   soon   finding   himself   trailing   behind   Jo   to   the   vacant   table.   “Who’re   you   texting?”   That’s   not   exactly   what   he   wanted   to   say,   but   apparently   curiosity   got   the   better   of   him   and   the   question   slipped   out   before   he   could   think   it   through.   So,   as   Dean   slips   into   the   seat   opposite   the   blonde,   he   tries   to   save   face,   letting   the   most   flirtatious   smile   in   his   arsenal   tug   on   his   lips.   “Put   that   phone   away,   sweetheart,   I’m   all   the   company   you   need.”   

[ceremonicls]

"none of y'er business." once her number is in his contact list, she navigates to the game that expertly stole twenty bucks from him. but it's the line he feeds her that has her pausing. gaze lifts from the screen to dean and the smile he's giving her. jo feels heat flood her face. (she knows it's a line because dean winchester is a notorious womanizer. she knows he's smiled like that at countless women. it doesn't mean anything. it shouldn't affect her. and yet, it takes her a longer than she'd like to retort. something about his eyes and those stupid full lips of his.) she huffs and rolls her eyes; an attempt to save face.

"listen, princess. i'm takin' your money. end of story. now stop tryin' to distract me." she waves a hand at him and sits back in the chair, attention fully on the screen and the game as it starts up. brows furrow as her thumb quickly glides over the screen. fingers of her other hand fiddle with her lower lip, even as she tugs the inside of it with her teeth. a habit she's never fully manage to break.

"what level were ya on again?" she asks, distracted, not looking up from the phone.

[ceremonicls]

most of my muses have spn verses because i write and worldbuild with myself. it is actually very big brain of me

[ceremonicls]

i'm thinking of trying to be on this blog more. i'm contemplating putting some dying blogs on the back burner plus i have quite a bit of muse for jo and isabel so we'll see. i also really want to try and write some of my test muses

[i-am-roadrunner]