/RP BLOG FOR THE CORINTHIAN FROM NETFLIX'S SANDMAN/ 18+
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//ABOUT// PROMO IMAGE BY @vilisus

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/RP BLOG FOR THE CORINTHIAN FROM NETFLIX'S SANDMAN/ 18+
//RULES//
//ABOUT// PROMO IMAGE BY @vilisus
@cainevesson asked:
"Something about you is different."
Everything about him felt different. Was it that obvious to the casual onlooker, too? The Corinthian had hoped he was doing a better job of hiding it, but he felt awful.
The first thing that indicated to him something was wrong, was when he fell asleep.
Nightmares don't sleep.
And when he woke up, he felt like he'd been hit by a truck. His limbs felt heavy, his stomach ached, his head pounded in a way he'd never experienced before. He had stepped outside in the hopes fresh air would cure him, or at least he would put distance between himself and whatever cursed object was causing this misery. He subsequently discovered that balance was harder to maintain and the sun was too damn bright.
Cain had obviously spotted his disorientation even before the Nightmare had noticed the encroaching Demon and tried to play it cool. His smile was too forced, tightly stretched over grinding teeth.
"I feel like shit."
The Corinthian's brows furrow over his dark shades when the coincidence of him stumbling into the Demon out here in this condition slowly sinks in. What was Cain doing out this close to the motel?
He attempts to stand up straighter and disguise just how poorly he must seem for Cain to comment that he does not trust his legs, only for him to realise he had been slouching against a tree. The attempts made to right himself only ended with both hands grappling with the trunk and the world being taken for a wild spin.
"I'm..." He was going to say fine, but that wasn't true at all, was it?
Swallowing down the tight burning in his throat, he raises his head again to realise Cain had moved. A disoriented swing of his head searching for his missing company only to find him in the process of dragging a dead deer towards his truck.
He huffs out softly as he musters up the strength to lean off the tree and teeter after Cain and the beast he was dragging.
"I'm reacting to something, I think... Some magical bullshit."
@cainevesson asked:
"Something about you is different."
Everything about him felt different. Was it that obvious to the casual onlooker, too? The Corinthian had hoped he was doing a better job of hiding it, but he felt awful.
The first thing that indicated to him something was wrong, was when he fell asleep.
Nightmares don't sleep.
And when he woke up, he felt like he'd been hit by a truck. His limbs felt heavy, his stomach ached, his head pounded in a way he'd never experienced before. He had stepped outside in the hopes fresh air would cure him, or at least he would put distance between himself and whatever cursed object was causing this misery. He subsequently discovered that balance was harder to maintain and the sun was too damn bright.
Cain had obviously spotted his disorientation even before the Nightmare had noticed the encroaching Demon and tried to play it cool. His smile was too forced, tightly stretched over grinding teeth.
"I feel like shit."
@bloodsalted asked:
"you're back.. it's been a while." says the drunken hunter perched half on and half off the barstool he was found upon. "thought, maybe, you got lost somewhere in the great out there." chin nudges in the direction of the exit before green eyes meet those behind the shaded glasses. he's come to memorize the way his reflection darks back at him in polished onyx. hasn't forgotten that. as if he could.
It had been a while, hadn't it?
The Corinthian hadn't been intending on returning. He had hoped putting distance between himself and the green eyed beauty who had enraptured his attention would ease the strange...comfort he had begun to associate with Dean's presence. Getting close to mortals only ended one way, with bloodsoaked hands and a moment of brief satisfaction. Followed by a strange ache, knowing they would never speak again.
"I guess I couldn't stay away." The Nightmare drawls with his usual charm as he slips onto the stool beside Dean. Time was running short, now. The Major Arcana had enough awareness to recognise that his Maker was bearing down upon him. So what was the harm in visiting old friends?
⋆。‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧。⋆ 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮
𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 - send ‘reverse’ for the sender and receiver to swap. adjust wording as needed!
[ fever ] sender presses the back of their hand to receiver’s forehead, brows knitting with quiet concern
[ medicine ] sender sets alarms on their phone just to make sure receiver doesn’t miss a dose
[ blanket ] sender layers blankets over receiver, adjusting them until they’re just right
[ soup ] sender blows gently on a spoonful of soup before offering it to receiver
[ water ] sender holds the glass steady, murmuring encouragement until receiver takes a sip
[ hair brush ] sender carefully brushes receiver’s hair back, slow and soothing
[ ice pack ] sender wraps an ice pack in a towel and presses it gently where it hurts
[ temperature ] sender wakes up in the middle of the night just to check if receiver’s still warm
[ pill ] sender places medicine in receiver’s palm and waits until they swallow it
[ quiet room ] sender dims the lights and turns everything down low so receiver can rest
[ slow ] sender stays at receiver’s pace, arm ready in case they stumble
[ bandage ] sender changes the bandages carefully, apologizing even when it doesn’t hurt
[ lap ] sender lets receiver rest their head in their lap while they stroke their hair
[ night watch ] sender refuses to sleep deeply, listening for every shift or breath
[ warm cloth ] sender presses a cool cloth to receiver’s neck or wrist
[ cough ] sender rubs slow circles between receiver’s shoulders through every coughing fit
[ carried ] sender helps receiver move, taking more weight than they should without complaint
[ pain ] sender distracts receiver with quiet stories or memories until the pain dulls
[ soft voice ] sender speaks more gently than usual, like anything louder might hurt
[ held ] sender sits behind receiver, arms around them so they don’t have to hold themselves up
[ protective ] sender stays curled close even after receiver falls asleep
[ food ] sender convinces receiver to eat “just a little more” with a smile
[ stay still ] sender gently stops receiver from pushing themselves too hard
𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞
❝ hey. i’ve got you. ❞
❝ don’t rush. we’re not going anywhere. ❞
❝ let me do it for you, okay? ❞
❝ i know it hurts. i’m right here. ❞
❝ you’re allowed to rest. i promise. ❞
❝ just focus on breathing. i’ll handle the rest. ❞
❝ you don’t have to be strong right now. ❞
❝ tell me where it hurts. i’ll be careful. ❞
❝ i’m not leaving until you feel better. ❞
❝ i’ll stay up with you if i need to. ❞
❝ it’s okay to lean on me. ❞
❝ shh… you’re safe. ❞
❝ i’ve got time. all of it’s yours. ❞
❝ you don’t have to say thank you. ❞
❝ let me take care of you. ❞
❝ you’re doing really well. ❞
❝ i’m right here. breathe with me. ❞
❝ don’t apologize. this is what i’m here for. ❞
❝ rest. i’ll wake you if you need anything. ❞
❝ even like this, you’re still my favorite person. ❞
((That being said feel free to bully mortal Corinth he deserves it <3
((Reemerges from the shadows to throw a mortified mortal Corinth on your dash thanks to @qapsiel
Castiels' answer is surprising in many ways. One, because he actually seems to be permitting this, and two, the Angel almost sounded flirtatious. If he hadn't delivered that line in his same monotonous tone laced with dire warning, the Corinthian might have thought it to be intentional.
The fact that Castiel isn't flirting flies straight over the stranger's head. Not that the Corinthian really cares about this third wheel. This wasn't about the sex. It was about proving a point.
But nevertheless, the Nightmare plays into the narrative with flirtatious ease.
"Search me as thoroughly as you like." He grins at the angel, before serving their company a sly wink.
It was safe to say the Corinthian did not expect such a thorough frisking from the Angel in the middle of a packed out bar. He releases a sound of choked surprise that is almost animalistic in its pure disbelief when Castiel steps up to him and begins rifling through his hair like there is something he could be hiding up there.
The fresh mortals cheeks flush with a rising burst of heat that he is wholly unfamiliar with, and he is suddenly acutely aware of the weight of a dozen eyes upon him watching this bizarre scenario play out. Embarrassment was an emotion he was still unused to, yet it was becoming a far more prominent feeling in Castiels company the longer he remained in this mortal form.
He could not help but attempt to bat Castiels hands away on occasion when the Angels searching bordered on fucking ridiculous. He hadn't been touched by someone else since turning mortal, and the duality of sensation being borderline heavenly, but coming from Castiels tone deaf frisking was threatening to make him scream. By the time Cas had stooped to stick his fingers beneath his laces, the Corinthian felt fit to try and kick the asshole in the head.
He found himself unable to make eye contact with the man in fishnets when Castiel finally stood back up. His throat feeling painfully tight as he forces down a swallow and shoots Castiel a glare that he hopes conveys how fucking stupid the Angel really is.
That scornfully offered permission, followed by the blatant threat, makes that horrid pool of discomfort in his chest reach a tipping point. He stands there, seemingly fit to start shaking with an influx of emotions he doesn't fully understand. And when his limbs do finally decide to move, they aren't carrying him towards the pretty man whom he had been flirting with. They're taking him towards the door of the bar, away from the Angel and the stranger who promised a good time.
happy pride month and your yearly reminder that the corinthian has forever been canonically homosexual and a symbol of queer resistance 🫶
LEVELS OF TOXICITY
Below are a series of sentence starters that vary in levels of toxicity. Level one being the least toxic, all the way to level three being the most. (TW: Abuse)
Level One
❛ I should walk away from you, but we both know I won’t. ❜
❛ Be angry if you want, just don’t be gone. ❜
❛ Oh, now you want my attention? Funny how that works. ❜
❛ If you didn’t want me to assume things, you shouldn’t act so damn suspicious. ❜
❛ If loving you ruins me, then so be it. I was halfway ruined before you anyway. ❜
❛ Every time you leave, I lose my mind a little more. ❜
❛ If loving you is a mistake, I’ll make it again and again. ❜
❛ I’d rather fight with you every day than feel nothing with anyone else. ❜
❛ I’m not jealous, I just don’t trust your taste in people. ❜
❛ You always say you’re ‘busy,’ but somehow you’re never too busy for everyone else. ❜
❛ You see the monster in me and still keep coming back. Why? ❜
❛ You’re the only thing that makes me feel anything. That’s the problem. ❜
❛ You think anyone else will love the worst parts of you like I do? ❜
❛ You say I’m too much, yet you’re still here. Interesting. ❜
❛ Don’t get offended. I’m just being honest—something you should try sometime. ❜
❛ Pretend all you want, I know exactly which buttons to push. ❜
❛ Don’t act like you’re innocent. You knew exactly what you were doing when you let me in. ❜
❛ I want all of you. Even the parts you only show when you’re at your lowest. ❜
❛ You don’t need to love me perfectly. Just let me be the one you fall apart with. ❜
❛ You wouldn’t last a day without me keeping you from screwing everything up. ❜
❛ Don’t play innocent. You know exactly what effect you have on me. ❜
❛ You want honesty? Fine. You’re my weakness and my favorite obsession. ❜
❛ I don’t need to control you. You already bend the second I raise my voice.❜
PROMPTS FOR TOUCH-STARVED MUSES * adjust as necessary, send 'reverse' for the reversal of action prompts
DIALOGUE PROMPTS
could you... do that again?
please come back.
hold me again.
i need to feel you close.
we could share the same bed.
could we try holding hands?
right there. just like that.
i want to know how it feels.
i like it when you're nearby.
if you could just... stay here for a while.
lean into me. it's okay.
i like your hugs.
i want you here.
please touch me.
your arms feel so safe.
stay close to me.
the bed feels so cold.
come into my arms.
let me hold you.
cling to me.
you can keep doing that.
you don't have to let go.
i feel safe when you're near me.
that feels so good.
that was... really nice.
i like it when you play with my fingers.
could you come a little closer?
you can play with my hair if you want.
you don't have to sit so far away.
would you sleep here with me?
you feel like home to me.
if you keep doing that, i can't promise i'll behave.
can i lay on you?
would you touch me again?
don't let go of me.
stay like this.
don't go.
ACTION PROMPTS
[ reach ] sender hesitantly reaches for receiver's hand, unsure if the action will be reciprocated
[ instinct ] sender takes receiver's hand on instinct in reaction to a startling sight or event, not even realizing they did it
[ cling ] sender wraps both of their arms around one of receiver's arms and clings
[ rest ] sender sits next to receiver and rests their head on receiver's shoulder
[ doze ] sender falls asleep with their head on receiver's shoulder
[ play ] sender clings to receiver's hand and begins absentmindedly playing with their fingers
[ reassure ] sender reassures receiver by rubbing their arm up and down, hoping to ease their stress
[ heart ] sender guides receiver's hand to their heart
[ quiver ] sender and receiver's hands brush with slight contact, causing receiver to shiver on instinct
[ come back ] receiver took their hand away, so sender reaches for it a second time, taking it back and refusing to let go
[ first hug ] sender pulls receiver into their first hug
[ lasting ] sender and receiver's innocent hug lasts a little longer than they both expected
[ trace ] sender lightly traces the shape of sender's face, exploring every part of their complexion with tender fingertips
[ comb ] sender takes their time brushing receiver's hair
[ refuse ] when receiver insists they break their hug, sender refuses and only tightens their grip around them
[ cuddle ] sender moves closer to receiver as they sleep and snuggles down beside them, finding comfort in their presence
[ pull back ] sender pulls receiver back into bed with them
[ nuzzle ] sender nuzzles into receiver's cheek with their nose
[ cheek ] sender caresses receiver's cheek
[ nose ] sender lightly taps the tip of receiver's nose
[ lips ] sender caresses receiver's lips with their fingertip
[ chest ] sender smooths a hand over receiver's chest
[ legs ] sender starts to drag a hand back and forth over receiver's legs
[ inner thigh ] as sender caresses receiver's thigh, they gently slip their hand between receiver's legs
[ distance ] unable to touch or embrace receiver, sender self-soothes by wrapping their arms around themselves
[ pinky ] sender and receiver hold hands by their pinky fingers
[ smooth ] sender takes their time caressing over every part of receiver's body
[ blanket ] sender wraps a blanket around their body and receiver's body, hudding close together
A playfully sour expression is shot back at Castiel when the Angel admonishes his behaviour.
"As if you're ever gonna give me the chance, baby." The Nightmare strikes back with a slight hint of bitterness beneath the playful tone. Castiel lorded over him like a tryant. He decided what the Corinthian wore, where he went, and who he talked to (if he were permitted to talk to anyone at all). And it was always under the Angels' watchful eye. How was a monster turned mortal supposed to prove himself released of his monstrous urges when he was never given the opportunity to do so?
And then the intrusive stranger in fishnets playfully suggests an idea that the Corinthian finds himself unable to pass up upon. If purely to get up the Angels nose.
"Yknow, this little angel right here likes to watch." The Nightmare hums with a hand settling flirtatiously across the man's far shoulder. Leaning over between them with his piercing gaze never leaving Castiel's expression.
"What do you think, darling? Have I earned a chance to show I can behave?"
Castiels' answer is surprising in many ways. One, because he actually seems to be permitting this, and two, the Angel almost sounded flirtatious. If he hadn't delivered that line in his same monotonous tone laced with dire warning, the Corinthian might have thought it to be intentional.
The fact that Castiel isn't flirting flies straight over the stranger's head. Not that the Corinthian really cares about this third wheel. This wasn't about the sex. It was about proving a point.
But nevertheless, the Nightmare plays into the narrative with flirtatious ease.
"Search me as thoroughly as you like." He grins at the angel, before serving their company a sly wink.
R☆ckstar☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆one of a kind doesn't mean anything to a one-of-a-kind man by the name of Lestat. The vampire casts his eyes to his counterpart's shoes before returning to his accessorized face. The vampire's face twitches to form a grimace. "Mhm," he hums. "Such as?" The air is thick with an otherworldly humidity. The vampire is aware that the man in front of him is not a mortal being. The threads that pull at the back of his head make peculiar music. Lestat has no access to this being's thoughts. It is silent, unattainable. The vampire narrows his eyes.
"Accessory to what?"
The Nightmare's smile remains steadfast and knowing. Almost mocking in its gatekeeping of the knowledge that the vampire clearly sought. Vampires were a rare breed to encounter for the Corinthian. One of the few beings that could see through his carefully crafted human disguise and know something was inherently wrong. The Corinthian's form was far too neat. His scent far too sweet. A walking lure.
The stuff that dreams are made of.
The Corinthian's head cants to the side, a clear indication that despite the shades hiding his gaze, he was actively admiring the vampire's body.
"To a gorgeous thing such as yourself." He drawls with his smile cutting wider, his attention drawn back up to the set of piercing eyes that met with obsidian glass.
"Fancy a drink?"
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