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[loremourn]

＊ —  #LOREMOURN.      private  &  selective original character multimuse. loved by flora,  26,  she / they.   sideblog to loregrown. dark themes may be present.   18+.   medium activity  &  plot orientated. muselist.

[loremourn]

so anyway maybe a spn hunter oc?

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I’m thinking maybe she “saves” a child on a hunt but the child turns out to be supernatural + it turns her whole life upside down as she refigures how to hunt whilst also being a good example to this child she now mothers??

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her name is jessie shepherd and you’re required to love her / let her adopt you

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so anyway maybe a spn hunter oc?

[loremourn]

I’m thinking maybe she “saves” a child on a hunt but the child turns out to be supernatural + it turns her whole life upside down as she refigures how to hunt whilst also being a good example to this child she now mothers??

[darthmengele]

[loremourn]

so anyway maybe a spn hunter oc?

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knight x princess otp ...

[c4mblls]

hands    bound    so    long    they'd    left    burns    around    the    wrists,    yet   he   remained   oblivious   to   the   feeling,    trapped   in   what   could   possibly   be   a   slumber   brought   upon   by   a   rather   gnarly   concussion.    not   his   first,    and   probably   not   his   last.    it's   a   pain   he   suddenly   feels   radiating   throughout   his   temples   and   flowing   through   the   bloodstream   to   provide   ache   across   the   body,    a   sharpness   that   hits   once   he   finally   comes   to   with   a   pained   and   exhausted   groan,    noticing   his   bounds   before   his   surroundings.    the   confusion   settled   on   his   features   lasts   only   a   moment   as   he   gathers   himself,    making   note   of   every   exit,    the   weak   points   in   his   captor's   handiwork,    and   the   situation   he's   found   himself   in.

focusing   in   on   the   blonde   before   him,    his   emotions   flicker   from   confusion   to   an   unsure   familiarity.    something   in   her   eyes   seemed   so   common   to   him,    like   he'd   seen   her   before,    but   where?    he's   convinced   himself   in   that   moment   there's   no   possible   way   he's   met   her   before,    simply   a   case   of   coincidence,    deja   vu.

her   villain   monologuing   pulls   him   from   his   thoughts   and   he   finally   settles   his   dark   gaze   back   upon   her,    brow   pointed   and   smirk   plastered   in   a   perfectly   cocky   way,    like   an   expertise   he'd   acquired   after   years   of   rigorous   training.    "    i'm   a   little   classier   than   that.    i'll   at   least   take   'ya   out   to   dinner,    first.    "    he   interrupts,    smirk   turning   to   a   shittastic   grin.    "    let   me   guess,    i   killed   your   friend?    brother,    sister,   whatever?    even   hunted   you   once?    "    he   pauses   a   moment,    thinking   on   it.    "   nah,    couldn't   be.    i   never   miss.    "

he   notices   as   her   eyes   flick   between   his   face   and   his   tied   hands.    his   escape   would   take   longer   the   more   she   studied   him,    though   her   work   was   sloppy   at   best.    his   poker   face   remains   in   tact   as   she   spills   his   secrets   to   him,    something   that   should've   had   him   boiling   instead   kept   him   cool   and   collected.    thirty   odd   years   of   hiding   away   from   his   past   as   a   rinaldi   witch   had   prepared   him   for   moments   such   as   this.    "    look,    i   don't   know   what   you're   smokin',    but   i   think   you've   got   the   wrong   guy.    "

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      unable to hold herself back from rolling her eyes in response to his cockiness,  karina merely sighs.   yeah,  trust fate and centuries of fucking family tradition to screw her over like this and give her a witch with a wicked ego like his.   but leaning forward again,  head tipped to one side as she watches him simply being there as if momentarily fixated,  she allows herself a moment of this game ;   where he pretends to know nothing about what she talks about,  and she gets to prove a point,  rubbing it in a hunter’s face for an added bonus.   if only there really were a prize at the end of all this.

      ❛❛  firstly,  i don’t smoke,  darling.  ❜❜      she purrs in a matter-of-fact,  amused by how basic a rebuttal that was from him.   how confused must he be to retort to such boring lines like that?   reaching back further on the bed,  she once again retrieves the wallet she had cast aside once bo had awoken,  and holds it between them as if it were precious.      ❛❛  but don’t play dumb with me,  i know who you are and i know what you do.  ❜❜      he and his family may not have hunted anyone that karina held dear  —  she knew her family were safe back at the warren estate  —  but talk of their killings had travelled far in her community like cruel legends.

      ❛❛  the campbells aren’t exactly quiet people in our world,  are they?   but i met somebody once who told me of surviving them.  ❜❜      she says,  as if the information were a sweet treat she was tempting him with.   her gaze practically burns into him as she watches for any signs of a reaction to what she was saying.   without the bond between them,  karina had to rely upon the naturally given rather than the magick …   but that could all change soon,  or so she hoped.   it was either that or she would have his blood upon her claws.      ❛❛  a werewolf boy.   he ran away just before you got there,  like his parents said …   but he said there was this other kid there who could do these weird spells.   now why would a hunter's son be able to do magick?  ❜❜

      only then does she move from her spot on the bed,  carefully slow step after step until she stands before him and invites his gaze upwards  —  where karina finally flashes him a glimpse of those shifter eyes as they reflect the sunlight in the pale green.      ❛❛  it’s hard to hide a witch from their familiar.   even if you change his name and run like your parents did.  ❜❜      suddenly crooking a finger beneath his chin in a tender manner,  she also flashes him a rather beautiful,  honey-sweet smile.      ❛❛  i’ll take you up on that dinner though if the offer still stands !  ❜❜

[loremourn]

＊ —  @gh0stown   …      lochlain turlough :   ❛ i just could use some fresh air, is all. ❜

      the bounty hunter’s brow raises suspiciously.      they’ve heard many,  many excuses over their years of hunting down the wanted and reaping the rewards  —  but none quite as boring and unbelievable as the shit he casually spouts,  the weak ass excuse he gives her as he slips past.   he may not have a price upon his head, but she never enjoyed being left so suddenly. darkscythe satisfactorily secured on her back,  pom’s hand shoots outwards without a hint of hesitation,  enclosing around lochlain’s wrist and with a fierce tug,  forces him to look them in the eyes.

      ❛❛  yeah,  nice try there,  thunder boy.   d’ya wanna try again and tell me the fucking truth?  ❜❜      their voice is sharp as their stare,  as an impatient look flickers across her face.   ( let me free ... let me taste the blood of the stormsman, apple ... ) though she won’t reach for her main weapon despite hearing it whisper,  pomona brings a dagger from their bandolier of blades ;   twirling the silver knife deliberately in view,  more than happy to make the silent threat of a cut or a stab if it meant gaining information  —  even from those they considered a friend or ally.   her tiefling's loveheart-tipped tail curls teasingly around his thigh as she steps closer,  appearing simply as two lovers caught in a spat to any watchers in the tavern,  bringing the two of them much closer so they could hiss through their bared fangs,      ❛❛  y’either tell me where you’re actually goin’,  or i’m gonna start carvin’ a lovely little storm cloud into that back of yours.  ❜❜

[loremourn]

＊ —  @mal8te   …      malee saengkaew :   for both muses to share the same taxi ride.

      ❛❛  oh my god,  you probably hear this,  like,  so often  —  but i totally love your hair !  ❜❜      the model cries out suddenly with a grin,  finally shutting the small pocket mirror once satisfied with her lipstick being intact,  burying it away once again back into her clutchbag and focusing her attention unto the other woman waiting besides her.   having seen her in the club earlier but just missing her,  now was the chance to finally confess.   it was a mantra of tammy’s to tell people they looked good when she loved something about them :   their hair,  their outfit,  their smile.   fame could tear people apart,  put them back together again like some twisted celebrity frankenstein  —  and she hated it deeply,  determined to undo the belittling work of those stupid tabloids and vulture-like papparazi.

      stood out in the cold of the night awaiting a taxi was not unnormal for the model,  and as she glances once again at the singer,  it seems hardly unusual for her either.   hands fluff the ferocious blonde curls surrounding her own face,  a movement so natural it was as if pre-programmed into her very being,  though a baby-like pout blooms upon her lips as a thought crosses her mind.   everything about her felt so spur of the moment motivated.      ❛❛  call me,  like,  crazy …   but i wanna keep partying tonight,  and i know where the hottest after-parties are.   do you want to come with me?   uber’s already been called !  ❜❜   eyes widened as she awaits her answer,  tugging the hem of her spectacularly short and sparkling dress down before she dare even try to climb into a car tonight.   thank god for her stylist reminding her of that danger.   but with a laughter that seems to bubble out of her,  the blonde offers her hand outwards for the other to take,  pearl-clutching at her throat as if humiliated by not introducing herself.      ❛❛  — oh,  i’m tammy,  by the way !   so,  what do you say, stranger?  ❜❜

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＊ —  @c4mblls   …      bodi cambell :   for both muses to sneak into someplace they’re not supposed to be.

      ❛❛  you know,  bodi.   when you mentioned wining and dining me when we first met,  i would’ve hoped for a genuine restaurant and not some creepy abandoned ass house like this.  ❜❜      the woman whispers with a faux-laugh in her voice,  her hand intertwined tightly like a vice with his own as the two of them quietly eased through the doorway,  the echo of the now-opened door still audible through the empty rooms.   it was second nature for karina to make an out-of-pocket comment,  often to soothe the tension or,  more like she was right now,  her own damned nerves  —  and judging by how closely she remained by his side  —  her gaze sharply snapping towards any semblance of an unnatural sound that occurs near them  —  she was undeniably jumpy as hell on this hunt.

      thanks to her animal senses,  there was something here she was instinctively alerted to ;   the hair on her neck standing at edge simply by looking at this damned house,  but the shiver down her spine like ice as if she could feel somebody watching them.   somebody they couldn’t see.   karina had never enjoyed that feeling,  skin crawling at the thought of possibly being caught and caged like any other animal simply for daring to enter this place.   free hand grips at his sleeve as an involuntary mewl escapes past her lips,  hating how strangely claustrophobic this grand place was making her feel. she swears she can suddenly see her own chilled breath before her right now.      ❛❛  everything feels …   wrong.   like we’re in the middle of a trap about to spring around us and tear us apart.  ❜❜

[loremourn]

karina, weirdly for the lifestyle that she has, has a fashion sense that i'd call 'cosy professional'. a lot of light + neutral colours, soft fabrics, a little retro energy. ( see here for an ideal outfit ) but she's also entirely unabashed by the need to strip down to shift fully, and at the start would happily return to the others naked. over time though, she begins to pack at least a new shirt just in case she requires to shift suddenly and destroys her outfit, considering how defensive she becomes of others.

[rasputinaillyanna]

[loremourn]

@scandalises

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i really want to use holliday granger as a fc again

[richardparkzr]

give me a 1x1 plot where both muses are the leading roles in an upcoming romance movie and they start to read a little bit too much into their onscreen chemistry. there’s red carpet events and nights with hotel rooms across from one another ( both wanting to go knock on the other’s door ) and award nominations and limousine rides. but there’s also lazy days of smoking joints together and going out for minigolf and sketchy clubs where the lights are too dim for the crowd to recognize them. maybe some sort of slow burn where both aren’t entirely sure where things are going but there’s feelings and who will act on them first?

[loremourn]

ginger going literally into hell to destroy her curse ... signing away her soul to reverse the deal made by her forefathers + buy her freedom ... slipping away from the acting fame + instead maybe becoming a director / creating her own work and building her name from that. behind the scenes all by herself.

[noahwhyle]

SARAH GADON as SADIE DUNHILL in 

11.22.63 Season 1, Episode 5 “The Truth” (2016)

“There’s nothing funny here.”

“Why sure there is. All this because I told him your dirty little secrets? Well, I didn’t even tell him about your grandmother.”

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and when i shove ginger into some irl existing movie roles? what then?