(Wonderful picture is from @compelledcurator and header is from @xthedevilyouknowx )
About.
Hello! I'm JD or Jay, 22, and any traditional English pronouns work.
This is a multifandom/multimuse blog. Crossovers, AUs, OCs, anons welcome.
Main blog is @warlocknottheantichristdowling (likes, messages, and follows come from here)
Mid-low activity
I have about 3 years rp experience but had an unplanned 5 year hiatus, so thank you all for being patient with me!
None of the gifs I use are mine
I don't speak Spanish or Louisiana French, I use an online translator for any dialog with these, and I do not have DID nor am I bipolar, so I AM open to correction on my portrayals of The Moon Boys and of Bob. Please let me know how I can do better.
I’m 100% open to multiple threads, I love writing with y’all.
Threads: To many no such thing | Drafts: don'task | Asks: 2
I only have mobile, so please bear with me. I can't cut threads, my text options are limited, and autocorrect is my nemisis at times. I also work, so while I do try to get decent replies out quickly, sometimes I don't have time to write or the muse is not cooperating (and I know ya'll are patient with me, and I appreciate it, my brain just makes me feel like I have to explain everything because you guys are awesome and I love you for putting up with me)
Rules are basic: Be nice, ask don’t assume , and no smut.
Supernatural:
Raguel - Archangel oc, FC is Will Estes
Konstantine - Arch-Nepil oc, FC is Brodie-Sangster
Adult!Jesse Turner - Cambion, FC is Landon Liboiron
Abigail Richards - vessel oc, FC is Alexis Bledel
Joshua Ostler - vessel oc, FC is William Moseley
Teen Wolf:
Stiles Stilinski - human
Marvel:
Spenser Greyson McUsic III (Grey) - mutant oc, FC is Andrew Garfield
Jacob Isaac McUsic - mutant oc, FC is Dylan O'Brian
Lucas Adrian McUsic - mutant oc, FC is Noah Schnapp
Julian Arthur McUsic - mutant oc, FC is Colin Ford
Marc Spector - avatar, FC is Oscar Isaac
Bob Reynolds - supersoldier, FC is Lewis Pullman
Kurt Wagner: see above
Warlock Dowling: see above
Heracles Bron:
FC: Hans Matheson
AKA: Hercules (formerly), Herc
Main Verse: PJO post Mark of Athena, but 100% open to crossovers
Species: demi-god (son of Zeus; formerly a minor god)
Age: 3,111 (yes I did the Math and Googled it), appears to be in his 20's or 30's
MReunited with his mortal half and stripped of godhood by his own guilt-ridden prayer, Heracles believes himself to simply be a modern halfblood with a case of amnesia. He knows his name and vaguely remembers fragments of his past, with dates, names, and most other details missing, including who his parents are. He has retained his godly strength, but like all demigods suffers from ADHD and dyslexia. He has extensive knowledge of Greek and Roman Mythology, and remains skilled in both archery and wrestling. Other deities will still recognize him, but he refuses to aknowledge the possibility that he is Heracles of Ancient Greece. He is rather friendly, although somewhat reserved and often lost in his own thoughts, and he is extremely loyal. Inspite of his kind nature, however, he has retained his temper; given that his pride much less prominent now, that temper is rarely seen. Hope this makes sense.
Jason Peter Todd:
(dead name was Jamie)
FC is Logan Lerman
VC is Jensen Ackles
Gender: trans!male
Age: 19
Height: 6'1
Jason is the second Robin, killed by Joker when he was 14, and 6 months later resurrected in the Lazarus Pit by Talia Al Ghul. (That much follows Canon except Jay is also ftm, but didn'treally talk to Bruce about it) He spent the next 5 years living with training under Talia in the League of Assassins. He recently returned to Gotham with a deep desire for vengeance, frustrated with Bruce for not avenging him, partially feeling like the reason B didn't was because he didn't think Jay was good enough. The boy has a violent streak, stemming from a rough childhood, being murdered, and lingering effects of the Lazarus Pit. He will be harsh and sarcastic to those he actually cares about, pushing people away as a form of self-preservation, but if pushed too far by himself or others, he'll break down. Once he realizes someone actually cares about him, he will warm up, keeping his sarcasm but being much more friendly, even warm. Also, everyone still thinks he's dead. He doesn't know if he wants to change that, especially since the Lazarus Pit literally transitioned him when it resurrected him. If and when he does reveal himself, it's highly likely no one will recognize him, call him a fake or a liar, or just straight up ignore him. At least, that's what he believs they'd do. List of abilities can be found on the Batman Wiki under Red Hood, I'll eventually leave a link. (Why is this so long??)
"Everything's fine, Kyle, I promise. I just…work. I gotta get some things done, and I just…I don't when I'll be back," he explained.
He sat next to his soulmate, placing a hand on his back. "It's not…it's never good-bye. I'll always find you, and vice versa. We've danced this dance before. We can do it again, and we'll keep doing it."
"You uh..... You okay? Too much energy in there," Kyle mused, watching Tony with a look of pure adoration, though he didn't think it was nearly as obvious as it was.
"Wish I had half that energy actually. I work a double later. Seems like we just can't keep more than one or two night guards."
Tony stopped jumping, settling for bouncing on the balls of his feet. "You don't know the half of it," he shared with a laugh.
He may've been on a little bit of a soul high right, but he…definitely wasn't about to explain that to Kyle. Also it was cold. And they were getting tacos.
He seemed to settle a little at the comment. "Everything what's his name? I thought he liked the overnights because he had classes and the music thing during the day…"
And, from what Tony had gathered, Nate was well aware of the situation with the ghosts and actually seemed understanding and on good terms with them.
"Hey....Mare, do you have a minute? I need....I really need some advice before I talk to Paultin," Evelyn stated, chewing her bottom lip just a little, her southern drawl laced with a hint of worry.
Mare patted the couch next to him, moving his research over. Dante was still gone, and while Mare doubted he could find a solution to getting his soulmate back sooner, he would still search.
It also gave him something to do besides blame himself for something he had no control over.
"Of course, Evelyn. What's…is everything ok? Are you ok?"
"Oh I.....yes," she breathed, sitting next to him. In a way she was surprised he didn't immediately sense the other soul within her. Diath feeling it when she was talking to him was what made her take the test in the first place to confirm for sure that he was right.
"I uhm.... I'm fine, but I'm.... Mare, I'm pregnant, and it's Paultin's, and I've never been so excited in my life, but I'm scared if I tell him he's just gonna run, or that he isn't going to.... That he won't want this with me, and I.... I don't even know how to tell him."
Honestly he should have felt it, and now that he was aware of the baby, he did.
God he needed to get his head on straight.
Focus Mare.
He smiled, reaching his hand out to her.
"Hey…hey, Evelyn…knowing him, he's going to be ecstatic. Look at how happy he was to even find Simon, before he knew he was actually his…" Mare reassured. "And he loves you, Evelyn. Even if he doesn't express it well."
"Do you want me there with you when you tell him?"
"Hey....Mare, do you have a minute? I need....I really need some advice before I talk to Paultin," Evelyn stated, chewing her bottom lip just a little, her southern drawl laced with a hint of worry.
Mare patted the couch next to him, moving his research over. Dante was still gone, and while Mare doubted he could find a solution to getting his soulmate back sooner, he would still search.
It also gave him something to do besides blame himself for something he had no control over.
"Of course, Evelyn. What's…is everything ok? Are you ok?"
"Escher, can I talk to you for just a minute?" Evelyn questioned, shutting his bedroom door behind her once she was sure Paultin wasn't in here. She seemed excited, but certainly nervous.
The vampire looked up from his book, nodding. "Are…is everything ok?"
She didn't appear to be injured. Just anxious. She seemed happy, in fact, and her heartrate had risen a bit. He didn't want to ask though and worry her if that had nothing to do with this.
"I never wondered how you would turn out without your soulmate, but apparently I'm going to find out anyway. I must say, it's intriguing what difference a bit of hope can make in the molding of a soul…" — Matt for Dark Dante
"My soulmate?" The warlock scoffed, his brows furrowed as he looked over the creature before him. He was.... certainly different. A part of him felt holy....though the closer he inspected, Dante supposed not. A small part of his subconscious wanted to say he looked familiar, but he couldn't place where he'd seen him.
"Do I know you?" He asked, his magic reaching out. Curling harmlessly around the other to feel him out. Get an idea of just what he was.
"Hmmm, youth outreach. Interesting. I admit that isn't my forte these days, but it always looks good to make charitable donations," he shrugged, looking back to Mattaniah and away from Mare.
"Perhaps that's how I'll go about it. Why are you so interested in allowing me to get close? Surely you have a sense of the magic I possess," he questioned, wondering just what the catch was with this one.
Demons, whether they'd once been holy or not, didn't do anything out of kindness. Not in his experience anyway.
"Call it an investment. The little prince doesn't recognize his own worth, much like Chase doesn't recognize his heritage. And the two of them together…that's bound to attract some attention, especially with Mare making it his responsibility to protect the nephil," Matt said with a shrug. "Your magic would be good for protecting him if you chose to befriend him."
Not all lies. Matt knew Mare was capable, but because of his soul he was much softer than many others. But he also knew how much of a difference the two had made in eachother in other universes. He was curious how it would play out with these two here.
The archnephil stood, giving his wings a quick flick before tucking them out of sight and paying for his drink. "If you need me, just throw up a prayer. I don't get many these days, so I'll find you."
"Ok, serious question, though, are you actually here for Paultin's music, or did some else happen to have a spare ticket and so you got a free concert experience?" Jasper asked woth a laugh. There were plenty of people that knew about Paultin at this point, but it was still a very small fan base. He was curious who was experiencing the bard's magic for the first time, dragged along by a friend, and who actually knew what they were getting into. — For Casey
Paultin? Oh yeah....that's what he was calling himself. "Uh....if I'm being honest, I saw the show poster outside and just bought a ticket. I uh..." Her dark eyes never left the musician on the stage. He sounded different to an extent. A new sound, but that was his voice. More or less. So close it was uncanny. Time could have changed that right?
"He looks like someone I used to know very very well." It was him. It had to be. She'd known Miranda had been up to something, but what? She didn't know. Was he cursed like she was?
"Do you know him? Or....? Know a way I can talk to him for just a moment?" Fear was rising in her throat, bubbling just under her skin.
"Sorry....sorry that's rude of me. Uh....hi. My name is Casey." She sighed, offering her hand to shake. "He's just.....he looks just like my friend."
Paultin looked to Casey almost sheepishly. It wasn't the first time he'd been mistaken for someone else in his family, but it was the first time anyone ever thought he was Nate. Everyone always assumed he was his papa. He thought real seriously about grabbing them both a drink....
"Sorry to disappoint, but I think Dad will be glad to see you," he hummed, to which Casey nodded.
"I sure hope so. It's good to meet you either way."
Dante looked up, confusion flitting over his features as he got to his feet, taking the phone and putting it on speaker.
"Jasper, what's going on?" He asked, wondering just what their son had gotten himself into.
"We, uh…there's a woman here who thought Paulie was Dad. She says her name is Casey," Jasper started to explain.
Nate forced himself to the front at the name. "Casey…Casey Meyers?" he asked over the line as he practically snatched the phone from Mare's husband.
"Uh…I didn't get the last name, but she wanted to meet with you…in person."
Nate was surprised. "She's still alive? I-I mean I guess she wouldn't be dead, it's only been thirty years, but…why would…it's been decades, why would she assume Paultin was me…?"
Jasper was quiet for a moment, looking back at Casey and his brother. "I…I don't know, but she doesn't look any older than you do."
