♛ tragic is the boy king.

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This blog has been moved to @scorchedfootprints

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This blog has been moved to @scorchedfootprints

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Probably bringing this account back. Or at least making a new page everyone can follow because I’m fed up with the tags here. My FC is going to be temporary again (maybe), until I’m able to get some icons of Alex made. 

[haloless]

Ok, how about … where are your parents?

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so i will be doing a little bit of updating here. like changing jack’s FC to his canon FC. gifs/icons may be a little bit hard to come by at the moment for obvious reasons (and i’m going on a cruise tomorrow), but i’ll deal with all that when i get back.

[princesscas]

These make me…very happy

[heavnofhell]

13.01 // Lost and Found // Lucifer and Jack 

That devilish smirk is hereditary 😈

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lmao. leave it to me to forget the log in for this account. let’s be honest, tho. tonight’s episode has renewed my muse for jack kline. protect him at all costs, pls.

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Sorry I have been MIA. Things are slightly hectic. But I’m still lurking. ;)

[super-sootica]

When people talk shit about Jack Kline

gif cred @viceroydiaries

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heavensmostterrifyingweapon:

Gabriel was looking at him, He wondered if Jack even understood some of what he said. “Hmm sounds about right, They all have sticks up their asses and are all emotionless and follow orders, blah blah, Dad said this.” he made a face. “I have been on earth awhile and there is more to life than orders, Plus I was close with Lucifer and you deserve a chance.”

“Dad? You mean God?” He knew he had to exist. After all, he was half-angel. He just had yet to meet him, nor did he think he’d ever get the chance. From what he did know, he knew God had disappeared for the second time. “I only knew of Castiel, but I didn’t really know him?” He doesn’t know how else to explain that. “I connected with him momentarily when I was unborn. I gave him a power boost because another demon was threatening my mother. He protected us.” He continued to listen to Gabriel as he spoke. “The world is.. in turmoil.” Was that the proper word? It seemed like it. “There are people destroying it, I mean. But... it’s beautiful here.” He smiled at the mention of his father. “Thank you. I wish others shared your opinion.”

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hellsmother:

“Dean, Samuel?” Rowena called out as she strolled into the lakefront house. “Castiel?” She looked around. Where was everyone? She’d only narrowly e caped death a short while earlier, and had been quick to retreat. Of course, she knew she could never truly be safe from Lucifer…But at least with the Winchesters close by, her chances of safety would improve quite a bit.

“Lads?” She called again, walking down the hallway. “Fergus?” She called out again, rounding the corner towards the bedroom. “Seriously lads now’s not the time to play hide and seek.” She retorted, as she walked into the bedroom. Upon seeing Kelly, she sighed with relief. “Oh good I’m glad I’ve found someo-” She paused a moment later, when she noticed Kelly was not breathing. “Oh dear.” She muttered, reaching for her wrist to find no pulse. This could only mean one thing.

Slowly, her eyes flickered over to several footprints running across the room. “Hello?” She asked slowly following the footprints. “Um-it’s ice to meet you…I’m a friend of your parents..” She swallowed, trying to sound as calm as possible. For she’d never met a nephilim before, and was unsure of what could happen. “Are you hiding? It’s alright dear, I’m not going to hurt you…” She forced herself to smile. “I’m just your Auntie Rowena…Come to keep you safe. Can you come over and say hello to me?” @scorchedfootprints

Was he hiding? Possibly. He found he felt safer in the nursery that had been built for him. On the wall, his name was still there, apples spelling out the word J a c k. His mother had given him a name. One he liked and would adjust to as time progressed. His breathing was coming in slow, his senses still trying to adjust. They expected a baby to be born, but he had aged to a full-sized teenager the moment Kelly gave birth. He knew his mother had to die for him to survive, but Jack did wish he could have changed the way things had played out. When she tried to abort him the first time, Jack had resurrected her. He had shown her the future and what he would be capable of providing. Of course, that was only part of the picture -- the Nephilim couldn’t see the full picture -- but his mother believed in him and that’s all he ever wanted from her.

Golden eyes rested on Rowena, his heart speeding up a little bit. Part of him was scared. This was his first interaction with a human, but he could sense she had some sort of power. The word witch entered his mind as he tilted his head to watch her. He didn’t speak, even though he could. For now, Jack was trying to get a grip on reality. The world was different than he expected and Castiel wasn’t here. Nor was his father. What happened to them?

His eyes returned to their natural blue color, the initial feeling of fear disappearing the moment she said she was friends with his parents. Did she know his mother? His father? He felt awkward under her gaze, his body still naked from the initial birth. He unwrapped his arms from around his body, nodding his head at her question. Still, he didn’t speak as he stood up, stretching his legs for the first time. He reached for the blanket as he passed his crib, wrapping it around his lower half. “Auntie Rowena.” He repeated. He pointed to himself. “Jack.” It would only take him a few minutes to learn how to talk in complete sentences, but for now, the boy was curious about the woman.

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halfdarkxnolight:

Jesse was always nervous in a new place. He had the advantage that he wouldn’t run into anyone he knew, but he didn’t have the familiarity, the ability to know where he was and where he could go. Escape routes, places people wouldn’t ask questions, he didn’t have any of that. So when he felt something in the air that told him *angel* he tensed. Sometimes they came for him, the angels wanting to kill him because he shouldn’t exist. Sometimes demons came too, to follow him. He was no leader though. It didn’t take long for Jesse to notice who was following him, the boy across the street. But something felt very different from the usual angels that he came across. It made him pause, something that could very well get him killed, but the boy didn’t look angry, he wasn’t drawing an angel blade to kill him, he was just watching, with a look of curiosity on his face. Jesse didn’t want to shout at him and draw attention so he disappeared and re-appeared on the other side of the street, when no one was looking. “Why are you following me?” It was the most important question he had along with… “What are you?”

He wasn’t phased by the other disappearing and reappearing next to him. If anything, there was a hint of excitement. He’s never met someone like this. He looked human, but had the energy of a demon. Only, this wasn’t a demon possessing a body. Jack knew that from experience because usually he was able to get the demon to disappear from whatever appearance it was wearing. “Why am I following you?” That was a trick question. He didn’t want to tell him the true reason he was following him. Nor did he want to admit he had been following him far longer than he could ever imagine. “I think the proper question would be who are you, not what are you.” He corrected, a grin tugging his features. Given his mood, he was playful, but not enough that his guard was down. “I’m Jack, by the way.” He wasn’t willing to tell Jesse what he was just yet. Mainly because he didn’t trust him. “This would be the time you give me your name, in case you were wondering.”

[heavnofhell]

{Those little smiles are lethal😈}

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heavensmostterrifyingweapon:

Gabriel was looking at him. “Hmm Lucifers son I am guessing.” he could sense it somehow.  He grinned “Guess stuff like chocolate pretty new to you kiddo,sweet things are my favorite, Though since your half human I wouldn’t recommend eating too much on one go , because feeling sick isn’t fun.” he made a face. “Though if the rest our family are going to be dicks about giving you a chance I can teach you things.”

“Yes.” His one worded responses probably bothered most people, but he couldn’t help it. He may have been gifted with knowledge, but putting together a vocabulary he actually understood was hard sometimes. He continued to eat the chocolate, finishing off what was left before returning Gabriel’s grin. He liked his uncle already. He was different. “Don’t eat too much.” He repeated, agreeing with the comment. He didn’t ask for more, deciding he should pace himself for such things in the future. “Most of them want me dead. It’s nice to know you’re willing to give me a chance.”

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heavensfirstson:

@scorchedfootprints asked to be part of Michael’s army

He didn’t think it was possible, but Lucifer had outdone himself this time. He had bared a child now. A nephilim. Great. This is something that Michael does not want to be part of. What does this halfling want with him? “Don’t expect me to be kind to you, even if you are Lucifer’s child.” He kept his guard up, not knowing what this being is capable of.

It had been hard tracking down Michael, but at the end of the day, Jack felt it was best to show himself to those that could probably kill him. He didn’t know any of his family and he doubted he ever would. Most of them either wanted him dead, or assumed he’d turn out just like his father. Jack raised his hands in the air momentarily to show he wasn’t a thread. “I didn’t come here for a fight.” Not that he’d win, he knew who Michael was and how strong he was. He had been the Viceroy for a reason, after all. “I just...” He didn’t know why he came, honestly. Probably because he assumed the fact he was half human would give him a break, but it also made him stronger than most beings out there in the universe. “I’m not as bad as everyone thinks I am.” He longed for family. Actual family. He was relatively young, after all.

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soarontornwings:

Camael shook his head and appeared on the wooden beam between them, Temehulchus flattened against the wall.

“You aren’t why I came for.”

He ignored the halfling and strode toward Temehulchus who tried to get out of his way. Camael grinned and slammed against the wall, the walls shook, dust falling down on them all.

Temehulchus whined.

“Please?”

Camael shook his head.

“Now would I let you go Sparrow? I’ve missed you, besides you’ve only gotten more beautiful.”

He turned to Jack.

“They’re an Elite force of angels under Lucifer. Samyaza is probably trying to lay low to keep the Winchesters from him.”

He turned back to Temehulchus and leaned toward him.

“Why don’t you come with me? We can be together again? I’ll even spare those brats of yours.”

Temehulchus reached for his sword but his hand shook.

“Don’t touch them.”

He meant to sound forceful but it came out as a plea.

He wasn’t entirely sure what the hell was going on, but Jack was pretty sure whatever this was, he didn’t want to be a part of it. Family or not. Teme had tried to kill him. The new angel -- he seemed extremely forceful, but not enough that Jack would actually get in between them. He had half a mind to run -- or teleport away -- but he stood there anyway. “If this is some sort of family drama, I don’t want to be near either of you when this goes down.” 

He had watched Teme end up against the wall and Camael didn’t seem to be letting up. “So you think Lucifer would have sent people after me?” Was that a good or bad thing? Considering his connection to his father, he would assume it was good. These Watchers, they could probably protect him. Keep him safe from people like Temehulchus. 

When the children were mentioned, Jack’s eyebrow raised. Now this angel was threatening his children too? “You should bring children into this.” Jack knew right from wrong and threatening children of any kind didn’t sit well with him. Probably because he was technically a child himself.