You want Wrath? Here I am.

Independent Roleplay Blog for original character Erin Morgan. MCU/SPN/Highlander/TVD/DH/Crossover verses welcome. NSFW friendly. Mun is 21+. OC, other fandoms, multiples, multiverse, and multi-ship accepted. Non-exclusive. Sideblog of onewaymirror80.

[immortalkaos]

You want Wrath? Here I am.

“I’m trying to make up for five hundred years of wholesale slaughter and I can’t. No matter how long I try or what I do. I can’t. That kind of blood doesn’t wash off.”

Established, decade plus old, Independent Multiverse OC now coming to tumblr. 

Penned by immortalkaos/onewaymirror80, Mun is 21+

Current active verses include MCU/Marvel, Highlander, Supernatural, The Vampire Diaries & Dark Hunters. OCs, Other Fandoms, Multiship, Multiples, Multiverse, Crossovers Welcome

NSFW/21+ Friendly. Non-exclusive.

Rules | Watcher File

“I’m two thousand years old. I don’t know who I am anymore!”

[immortalkaos]

Of Mistletoe, Jingle Bells and Sentiment

Erin pulled her diaphanous silver wrap a bit more closely around her bared shoulders over the glittering dark green trumpet gown she wore and looked up at the imposing glass and steel edifice of Avengers Tower wondering exactly what it was she thought she was doing.

This was not the best place for someone like her to visit even if she had gotten a lovely red envelope with gold calligraphy inviting her from out of nowhere. But, perhaps, so long as no one with enough arcane senses was in attendance no one would notice she was aught but what she appeared.

She didn’t know why she’d been sent one except perhaps because she was a wealthy entrepreneur that had suddenly sprung up and this was a charity event, which meant it was her purse strings that were invited, not her specifically, which was all to the good. Nor did she really know why she’d chosen to come save that it would be an excellent opportunity to network, which as much as she despised was part of the job description, and maybe she’d come because she didn’t want to spend the holidays—or at least all of it--alone in her penthouse apartment where she’d simply spend it being maudlin and morose.

So with that in mind, Erin took a deep breath, put on her best winning smile and walked into Avengers Tower with the faintly positive hope that this would be at least a mildly pleasant evening and a distraction from the empty rooms of her apartment.

Outfit ref post: https://immortalkaos.tumblr.com/post/671133495884693504/to-the-nines

[immortalkaos]

To the nines

[immortalkaos]

Plotted starter for @sviker

Erin had barely turned away from Between the Lines Rare, Esoteric & Antique Books, automatically sorting through the key ring in her hand for the car key fob and the shop bell to sound a final distant chime when she came abruptly to a halt on the sidewalk outside.

It wasn’t the thick flow of evening pedestrian traffic that stopped her. In fact, the number of figures flowing back and forth on this side of 59th Street was remarkably few given the hour. It was the one who was standing still directly in front of the shop and the eye line full of moonlight pale jawline, elegant throat and graceful collar bone she got forcing her to tilt her head back a bit—an uncommon requirement for her given her height but for once she had to look up at someone instead of down or straight ahead.

The jaw, throat and collarbone were attached to a man. A very tall, elegant and collected seeming man with a head of truly black hair—not the brown-black most people referred to as ‘black’. Erin swore people went around him like he wasn’t there or were giving him space. Or maybe it just seemed that way because he stood out on the New York sidewalk like a lost piece of art out of the Louvre someone had carelessly abandoned.

And there was an aura about him that she couldn’t place. Something not quite…ordinary and not something she recognized but not…usual. She resisted the urge to stare at him to discern what it was about him that made her senses notice him with the same sort of awareness she would have someone not a mortal human or one of her own.

Was he interested in the shop? Was that why he was stopped on the sidewalk? Or simply lost in thought or just plain lost?

“Good day,” she said to him and immediately chastised herself mentally. No one said ‘Good day’ anymore and yet, it came out perfectly naturally as if it weren’t going to get a raised eyebrow or a snicker out of him.  

From this starter post: https://immortalkaos.tumblr.com/post/669542723355869184/world-enough-time

@sviker​

[pagingdrpalmer]

Plotted starter for @immortalkaos

Dr. Christine Palmer was six hours into a twelve hour shift when her nice quiet (for once) ER became anything but. An EMT call came over the radio. “Metro-General, this is Ambulance 394 en route to your location with a Caucasian female, approximately 30 years old, unconscious, multiple GSWs to chest and abdomen, substantial blood loss. ETA five minutes.”

Shit. She scrambled to her feet, barking orders at the nurses. “Clear a room and get me twelve units of o neg, STAT!” She wanted to get ahead, be a little prepared for a change rather than have people running around like chickens with their heads cut off.

When the patient came in, she was as ready as she was going to get. “Take her to trauma three,” Christine told the EMTs. “Get a CBC, type and crossmatch, get fluids going, two large bore IVs, saline wide open, prep for transfusion” she told the nurse as the EMTs transferred the still unconscious woman to the hospital gurney. “Ma’am can you hear me?” she asked, and one of the EMTs shook his head, indicating that she had not regained consciousness on the trip over. But it had to be done. Just in case.

They had not been kidding about the amount of gunshot wounds. Christine surveyed the woman’s body after her clothing was removed, looking over the wounds. Some were through and through, and some were not. That was definitely troubling. “She’s definitely pre-op, notify the OR, get me a room. She’ll need x-rays and an EKG,” she rattled off, palpating the patient to check for possible broken bones. Satisfied that there were no major breaks, she took charge of the patient, intending to do the surgery herself.

Once in the elevator on the way up to the OR, Christine let herself breathe. As she watched, her patient coded and she began CPR but to no avail. She glanced at her watch to note TOD and changed course, taking the body to the morgue. Her heart felt heavy as the elevator doors opened. Christine was startled out of her wits when halfway down the hall, the body on the gurney jackknifed upright and gasped. She was dead. What the hell?

Her eyes wide as dinner plates, she thought deprecatingly to herself that she should be used to this sort of thing, after what had happened with Stephen. The woman on the gurney looked around wildly and Christine asked, “You’re not with that cult of Stephen’s are you?” She honestly didn’t know what else to say. She had no idea what was going on.

@immortalkaos​

[pagingdrpalmer]

Christine blinked. “Well, that’s my term for it. I tease him about it quite a bit. He’s… a good friend. Sorry, I’m rambling, but I’ve never had a patient whom I’ve declared dead sit up on a gurney before.”

She paused a moment and thought. “Hmmm, I’d wonder if it was some sort of healing magic but if they had something that could heal someone that much, surely they’d have healed his hands.” She shook her head. “Never mind that now. You’re clearly not dead, and you can’t stay here.”

Christine stepped over to the gurney and held up the sheet that had been covering the woman’s body. “It isn’t much but it’s all we’ve got right now. If you come with me I can sneak you into my office and then find you some scrubs that will fit. I’d give you my spare set but… you are taller than me, so I doubt that would work. Once we get you dressed, we can figure out other things from there. Is that okay?“ she asked, quickly glancing around to make sure no one was going to see them.

[immortalkaos]

One of Erin’s brows arched ever so faintly.

Either the woman in front of her was a receptive telepath; Erin had developed some sort of passive mind control or mental influence ability she hadn’t recognized yet or the woman had snuck ‘not so dead’ people out back doors before.

Erin suspected the latter. Which begged the question: who or what cult was this Stephen in if they had previously required aid in hiding the fact they weren’t dead? Was there an actual necromancy cult in New York Erin should be aware of? Necromancy had its uses but most people had about as much moral fortitude with the use of it as a turnip and abused it—just like everything else that deserved a little proper respect.

That was the only explanation for the quick dismissal of the ‘impossible’ nature of the situation and the equally fast acceptance of ‘not dead as dead was’.

Also ‘healing magic’? Was there an actual enclave of magic users somewhere in New York Erin was not aware had set up residence in the last few decades? Entirely possible and potentially useful--and problematic--but she’d worry about that later.

Because the woman had just offered everything Erin needed on a silver platter. Bit too good to be true but one problem at a time.

Erin maintained her befuddled cultist ingénue act. “I…yes?” She tugged the sheet closer. “That would…yes that would help immensely.” She allowed herself a slightly chagrined wince. “Could I trouble you with helping me fetch my coat as well? The one they removed or cut off? All my identification was in there you see…” She let the words trail off the implication unsaid but plain.

If the woman had inferred as much as she had already she wouldn’t need more than that to recognize the problem of a not so dead cultist leaving behind identifying materials.

“I am so sorry to trouble you. This must be such an imposition.”

@pagingdrpalmer

[immortalkaos]

FYI if I post a starter and anywhere in that starter it says ‘like and I will send you a starter’, in the tags, in the body of the post, anywhere in it, and my dumb arse has not responded in a day or two. PLEASE remind me... gently not so gently either way... just please remind me. Because I have the memory retention of an amoeba some days. 

[knuczema]

Reblog if you're a Multishipper

[immortalkaos]

See previous post

🌟

[memecollation]

Reblog this and make a post with only  🌟  so that your friends, mutuals and followers can comment on for positive feedback. May it be about your muse, the mun, your writing or whatever else — sometimes, all we need is some kindness and positivity!

[sviker-deactivated20220803]

                  𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥                𝘊𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯                    𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘦                 𝙄'𝙈 𝙀𝙑𝙀𝙍𝙔𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂, 𝙀𝙑𝙀𝙍𝙔𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙄𝙎 𝙈𝙀              𝙄 𝙒𝙊𝙉'𝙏 𝘽𝙀 𝙒𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙒𝘼𝙉𝙏 𝙈𝙀 𝙏𝙊 𝘽𝙀

    made with assistance from @arrchery      mobile-friendly rules, verses, bio, and headcanons

[yuuko]

immortals in love with humans (◡‿◡✿)

immortals in love with humans who die (◡‿◡✿)

immortals in love with humans who die and become reincarnated (◡‿◡✿)

immortals in love with humans who die and become reincarnated and don’t remember them (◕‿◕✿)

[dragonfics]

Sexy Headcanon Meme!

Since I can never seem to find any to reblog, I decided to make my own! Send some in if you like. ^_^ (Or reblog for yourself).

👀 - What do they look for in a sexual partner?

🍑 - Top/Bottom. Do they have a preference?

🌹 - Dom/Sub. Do they have a preference?

🏳️‍🌈 - What is their sexuality and romantic alignment?

🌈 - Sexual fantasies?

💘 - Kinks?

😔 - Any sexual fantasies/kinks they’re ashamed of?

😝 - Are they loud/vocal, or do they stay quiet?

😋 - Spit or swallow?

🌸 - Do they have an aftercare routine?

👌 - Favourite position?

👅 - Oral sex. Do they prefer giving or receiving?

💋 - Do they prefer casual sex or relationship sex?

3️⃣ - Pick 2 characters to join them in a threeway, and explain why you picked these two.

😡 - Are they into hate sex? If yes, name another character they might have hate sex with.

🤑 - Would they hire a sex worker? Would they do sex work themselves?

👗 - Clothes off or on during sex?

💦 - Any traits or physical attributes that really turn them on?

🔥 - How sexually active are they when they’re single vs. in a relationship?

🤗 - Do they like to cuddle after sex?

🍆 - Do they prefer rough or gentle sex?

☠️ - Do they have any bad sexual experiences?

🛏️ - Do they like having sex outside of the bedroom? If yes, where?

🍸 - Do they have any methods of courtship for getting people into bed?

😘 - Are they affectionate during sex?

😉 - How flirty are they?

😰 - Is there anything sexual that they find upsetting?

[immortalkaos]

I’m probably gonna regret this but seeing as this is apparently ‘sinday’ here we go. Hit me with it folks. 

[immortalkaos]

Casual Sunday

**Open Starter Call**

Like for my muse and your muse to both reach for the last of the same item on the store shelf at the same time while shopping. May be prelude to romantic, flirtation or purely platonic, even aggressive, your choice! But please note which you want in the comments so I don’t go yelling at the wrong people or making eyes at them.

[poohsources]

🐝  *  ―  𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐄  𝐒𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.   (  as  requested  ,  here  are  some  mostly  romantic  sentence  starters  and  actions  that  revolve  around  the  topic  of  figure  skating.  also  ,  because  it’s  always  a  little  confusing  ,  your  muse  =  sender  and  my  muse  =  receiver.  feel  free  to  adjust  to  better  fit  your  muses.  )

❛  don’t worry, i’ll be there to catch you if you fall.  ❜ ❛  come on, take my hand.  ❜ ❛  just let me guide you.  ❜ ❛  here, take this. you look like you’re freezing.  ❜ ❛  hold on to me, and you won’t fall.  ❜ ❛  wanna have some hot chocolate ?  ❜ ❛  please don’t let go of me.  ❜ ❛  wanna try it for yourself now ?  ❜ ❛  look, it’s starting to snow !  ❜ ❛  when did you learn to skate like this ?  ❜ ❛  how do you even stop ?  ❜ ❛  you didn’t tell me it would be so cold, i’m freezing.  ❜ ❛  can you teach me how to do a trick ?  ❜ ❛  i don’t know what to do, it’s my first time going ice skating.  ❜ ❛  wanna go ice skating with me ?  ❜ ❛  oh, look, i think i can move on my own now.  ❜ ❛  can i hold your hand … for stability ?  ❜ ❛  maybe this wasn’t such a great idea after all.  ❜ ❛  don’t laugh at me, i told you i never went ice skating before.  ❜ ❛  i’m gonna kiss you now.  ❜

[ SCARF ] ― your muse gives my muse a piece of clothing to warm them up. [ HAND ] ― your muse grabs my muse’s hand as they skate over the ice. [ CATCH ] ― your muse catches my muse when they tumble. [ HELP ] ― your muse helps my muse up. [ KISS ] ― your muse pulls my muse in for a kiss. [ COLLIDE ] ― your muse collides with my muse. [ DATE ] ― your muse asks my muse on a date to the ice rink. [ FALL ] ― your muse tries to pull my muse up but somehow they both fall on the ice. [ WARMTH ] ― your muse moves snuggles up to my muse for warmth. [ RACE ] ― your muse asks my muse for a race against each other. [ TRICK ] ― your muse impresses my muse with a trick. [ BUY ] ― your muse buys my muse a hot drink / food. [ SURPRISE ] ― your muse hugs my muse from behind. [ TRAP ] ― your muse traps my muse against the boards and their body. [ TEACH ] ― your muse teaches my muse how to ice skate.

[immortalkaos]

Unless these are explicitly romantic there’s no reason they can’t be platonic too!

[broodingmystery-archive]

Public Service Announcement;

I never and will never get annoyed if you send me something that reminds you or our muses together; a song, a mood board, or whatever! IT’S NOT ANNOYING! I FUCKING LOVE THAT SHIT! It makes me feel like you care about the thread; our muses or the ship!  

[immortalkaos]

Five places at once

The Mun is wildly and erratically back and forth to the keyboard today between spurts of something they keep calling ‘productivity’ so if the Mun is slow to respond that’s why! As for what they think they are producing... chaos from the looks of it.

[immortalkaos]

Which two Greek Gods are your parents?

Hades & Nyx

Oh, sweet child of the dead and night! Your father commands the Underworld, and your mother the mysterious primordial of Chaos. A life of greatness stands before you dictated by sternness, independence, and secrecy. No man can tell you what realm you preside over, but look to themes of souls and answers as you grow into your power.

Tagged by and swiped from the dash of: @sviker​

Tagging: @pagingdrpalmer @canonbrokemyheart @agent-actually @fatesbabysister @akryptoniangirl​