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– as loved by mayli ; they/them ; 21+. oc, canon, crossover friendly! this is a sideblog. follows will come from @youphoriaot7. you can also catch me at . . . @hcpewings.

trigger warnings: due to the source material, this blog will involve sensitive content such as: violence, blood, death, injury, weaponry, religion, christianity/catholicism, heaven/hell, angels/demons, etc. feel free to block if that doesn't vibe with you.

#« | PINNED.#current drafts: 5 #current asks: 5

malum-incessu

OH MY GOD HI???? HELLO????!!!!!!!! I'M BACK?!?!?!

malum-incessu

okay so for context in case you missed it—

this account got terminated almost two months ago now </3 (58d if i go by my notifications. christ.) and i moved to @venatcres-mali . for those of you that might've wondered where i got off to—it was there!!

and i'm going to CONTINUE there for the time being (until i eventually move it to an rp main and not a personal main. which i will do promise.). so! if you're still following me here, and not there—head over there! that's where you can catch pat and the gang from here on out.

just going to use this account to get all the information off of; make sure i haven't missed anything. o7 but god. i'm SO glad it's back.

#psa

OH MY GOD HI???? HELLO????!!!!!!!! I'M BACK?!?!?!

#HOLY CRAP.#best day of my life oh god.

soulrph

’ 𝙵𝙸𝚅𝙴 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴𝚂 ’ 𝙳𝚁𝙰𝙱𝙱𝙻𝙴 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂.

so i was looking at THIS MEME and THIS MEME and like. there’s something that i just love so much about these?? so essentially, the sender might send in smth like. “five times cried”. and the receiver can respond with a drabble about five times the receiver’s muse cried because of the sender’s muse! if you’re confused, that’s my fault, and that’s also why i have links to two of the memes that inspired this. i hope you all enjoy! as always, do NOT add more to these, i WILL be making a part 2!

five times kissed: ( five times the receiver and sender kissed )

five times hugged: ( five times the receiver hugged the sender )

five times called: ( five times the receiver called the sender’s phone )

five times texted: ( five times the receiver texted the sender )

five times cried: ( five times the receiver cried over the sender )

five times smiled: ( five times the sender made the receiver smile )

five times touched: ( five times the receiver touched the sender (platonically or romantically or otherwise!) )

five times saved: ( five times the sender’s life was saved by the receiver )

five times saved by: ( five times the receiver was saved by the sender. )

five times protected: ( five times the receiver was protected by the sender )

five times protective: ( five times the receiver was protective of the sender )

five times thanked: ( five times the receiver thanked, or felt gratitude towards, the sender )

five times comforted: ( five times the receiver comforted the sender )

five times angered: ( five times the sender made the receiver angry )

five times betrayed: ( five times the receiver was, or felt, betrayed by the sender )

five times saddened: ( five times the receiver felt sad for or because of the sender )

five times worried: ( five times the receiver worried about the sender )

five times relieved: ( five times the receiver felt relieved about the sender )

five times safe: ( five times the receiver felt safe because of the sender )

five times happy: ( five times the sender made the receiver happy. )

five times afraid: ( five times the sender made the receiver feel afraid )

five times hurt: ( five times the sender hurt the receiver or made them feel hurt. )

five times visited: ( five times the sender and receiver visited each other )

five times left: ( five times the sender and receiver parted ways )

five times reunited: ( five times the sender and receiver reunited after being apart for a considerable length of time. )

five times stayed: ( five times the receiver stayed with the sender )

five times glanced: ( five times the receiver stole glances at the sender )

five times glanced at: ( five times the receiver noticed the sender stealing glances at them )

five times healed: ( five times the receiver nursed the sender back to health, or tended to their wounds )

five times watched: ( five times the receiver watched the sender while they were working or doing something )

five times shared: ( five times the receiver shared something (either a material or feelings or secrets!) with the sender )

five times flirted: ( five times the receiver flirted with the sender )

five times blurted: ( five times the receiver impulsively blurted something out to the sender )

five times confessed: ( five times the receiver confessed a secret or feeling to the sender )

five times noticed: ( five times the receiver noticed the sender properly )

#« | ASK MEMES.#OOC. || got a few of these done before bed tonight; i'll format 'em and get 'em out tomorrow.#OOC. || in the meantime...feel free to send some more! i'm having a BLAST with these icl

@inwire | continued.

He nods knowingly. "Makes sense." One hand swipes at the beads of sweat on his forehead, other coming up to block out the glare of the sun off the clouds. A bit of squinting to make sure they're centered in the middle of the lake. Bulls-eye! Time to dump.

Some grunts and a whole lot of shoving ensue, ending up with three bodies rolled to the edge of the deck. Plop! Off they go. Chess pants, looking down at his hands, now covered in blood and guts. Ew. "Got 'em," he mutters, scheming a way to clean himself off.

...well. There was one surefire way. Leaning over the edge of the boat, scooting closer—splash!

Whoops.

#« CHESS.#« | THREADS.#rufus || inwire.#OOC. || yeah rufus he DEF went overboard. so sorry buddy.#OOC. || sorry this was just incredibly funny to me HAHKSFJGS

How do Patrick and Rami show (platonic) affection for each other? Touch? Acts of service? Time together? Secret fourth thing I can't think of rn? @giaunt | another lost ask! we're clearing shit out tonight! o7

ooooh, love this!! gonna use the five love languages here, which are quality time, acts of service, words of affirmation, physical touch, and gift giving.

rami's is definitely quality time. he's not a big hugger, not big on physical touch in general; so his follow-ups are probably acts of service and gift giving. he tends to be pretty awkward, and does better when he's reacting to patrick's affection, rather than initiating it himself.

on the other hand, patrick is definitely acts of service, with close runner-ups in quality time and physical touch. while he isn't big on physical touch with people he doesn't know super well, he enjoys using it with people he's close with. that being said, he really enjoys just spending time with people, doing things together, or doing things for others. similar to rami. neither of them verbalize it very often, but their love runs deep—it's just nearly all in actions rather than verbally.

#OOC. || tysm for this btw!! this was so fun to do <3 #« PATRICK.#« RAMIEL.#« | MUSINGS.#« | WRITINGS.#« | ANSWERS.

❝ whatever it is you wish to tell me, it won’t leave this room. ❞ @giaunt | late ask that i'm just getting around to! >.>

Pat hesitates, eyes flicking up to the giant's face for a moment as he slides the barn door shut with a quiet, woody thunk. His footsteps echo in the silence of the night for a few moments as he pulls his typical stool over, closer to Ingvar rather than not. Tonight, he isn't keeping watch.

He lets out a breath he hasn't even realized he's been holding. "...look, I've gotten some information that I wasn't expecting t'get tonight," he starts slowly, shifting his weight on the stool. "N' I really need you to not tell Chess and Dani, alright?" The pang of guilt stabs him in the stomach again, the same way it did when he first heard the news, but he shoves it down, ignoring it. There'll be time for guilt later.

"Apparently, while back, Mubiru made a deal. With a demon. Like an idiot." The last bit is mumbled under his breath as he scrubs a hand down the side of his face, stalling out in his beard. "Point being, he...doesn't have long left. Right?"

"I've...Rami 'n I've been lookin' for way around it, but we're just...not findin' much." He shakes his head, eyes unfocused as he stares at the slats of the boards beneath his feet. "There isn't much about gettin' away from hellhounds. I'm not sure...not sure it's possible."

#« PATRICK.#« | THREADS.#ingvar || giaunt.#OOC. || found this in my drafts! this got uh. long AND dark so erm. my bad? SKHGFG #OOC. || dragging ingvar into all his problems...so sorry buddy. this is what happens when you're friends with a hunter /SILLY

d1nker

“Received a letter in the mail addressing me as Harold. It was quite the interesting experience seeing someone assume I’m so unprofessional that I market myself with purely a nickname.”

malum-incessu

"You mean that isn't your full name?" he grins, teasing. "I dunno. Could suit you, maybe." Then he frowns slightly. "And, hey...what's unprofessional about a nickname? Maybe they just hate their own name. You really think Dick's Sporting Goods is his real name?"

#« CHESS.#« | THREADS.#harry || d1nker.#OOC. || sorry this had me CACKLING HAKGSFG

whcwashe

Open

“Hey, yeah — here’s the thing. I hiked all the way out here thinking surely the woods can’t be haunted, but as it turns out — the woods are super haunted, this whole campground — way more ghosts than a camp ground should have, so …”

So she’s leaving. But not without trying to get everyone else to leave first.

“Listen, I can’t tell you what the situation is, but I wouldn’t stay. I really wouldn’t.”

malum-incessu

His eyes widen for a moment before he nods. "Okay. Yeah. I-I guess that shouldn't really be a surprise." Definitely taking this better than your average civilian. "I hear you—but there's gotta be a reason there's ghosts around here." One hand digs in his backpack for his EMF, even as he nods.

A quick look around to survey their surroundings. "C'mon, let's get everyone out. I'll start trying to figure out what they want." Pat's not here to bail him out. Time to stand up for himself.

#« CHESS.#« | THREADS.#liv || whcwashe.

forthosewhocomeaftr

@malum-incessu / meme that got too long to send as an ask, so I'm posting it instead

[ scared ] sender scares receiver (+ the below; context leading to this point is up to you!!)

Patrick's blade sang as it flew through the air, and in one swift, clean cut, decapitated Verso. What should have happened, naturally, was that the body, with nothing to control it, keep the electrical nerve impulses traveling to the heart so it might remain beating, would fall limp, along with the separated head, to the ground. Terminal cut by bisecting the body where the spine became the neck. No more Verso. Easy, right?

Of course not.

What happened instead was the head fell from the body, and where blood should have been absolutely gushing out at both newly-fashioned orifices, there was a golden light. The body remained standing as though absolutely nothing had just happened beyond a blow, diaphragm still pushing out breaths in its normal cadence, heart uninterrupted.

He snorted.

"A good effort. That one really hurt, you know. But you didn't actually think it would work, did you?"

Verso's body, moving independently, stooped down, picked up his severed head by the hair. His jaw clenched tightly as he placed the head back upon the stump at the base of the neck. Two bright, golden-glowing abrupt-ends restored their own bond in an excruciating process for which Verso was almost entirely silent save a sharp breath; and the seam between them completely disappeared as though nothing had happened.

"Much better," he smirked, and brushed the dirt from his body, rolled his shoulders. "As I was saying before you decided to go and rend my head from my shoulders, you can't kill me."

Verso had died enough times in the last century that he could grin and bear it. And grin he certainly could.

malum-incessu

His eyes widened. It was still talking.

There weren't many creatures that decapitation didn't take care of. It was generally his last-ditch effort, on account of the fact that most monsters could be taken care of in other, less messy, less...traumatizing ways. It was a fail-safe, a hail mary.

Except, apparently, for this time.

He watched the still-standing body pick up the severed head, setting it back on its shoulders. Whatever Patrick had been expecting, this certainly wasn't it. The golden light looked almost like angelic Grace, but it wasn't quite the right tint, the right texture. If angelic light was an LED streetlight, this was a halogen bulb.

The man grinned at him, clearly somewhat delighting in the expression of mixed horror and confusion sliding across Patrick's face. His jaw worked in silence for a moment, fingers clenching tighter around the handle of his blade before he could speak. "...what are you?" he managed after a few seconds, voice rough in a strangled attempt to stay more intimidating than he currently felt.

#« PATRICK.#« | THREADS.#verso || forthosewhocomeaftr.#OOC. || oh hoh hoh i love this so much actually?? >:D

diasdem

✶ continued from here with @malum-incessu

listen— on a deeper level, valerie's soul has been... well, it's been through the shitter. she knows it, her family knows it, countless ghosted therapists definitely know it. but patrick's faint grin and outstretched palm mean something to this battered soldier.

a lump in valerie's throat is swallowed with haste, and she inspects patrick's hand: lingers on it, until she's memorised every curve and weighed the scales of taking it... when the metal of patrick's blade catches a stray sunbeam, and commands her attention. it's like a fog has lifted, then. a pleasantly dangerous, rose - tinted cloud obscuring her vision. and valerie's face hardens slightly. nah... it's best to ride solo. who ever needed friends?

"don't get mauled? now you're just trying to steal my fun. don't know about you, but the youths like a little thrill - seeking," val's tattered boots scrape against the soil as she stumbles her way up from the ground... not so gracefully. all while ignoring patrick's hand.

stray foliage hang from valerie's clothes and her fingernails are caked with dirt. shaky hands come to rest on val's hips, and she huffs several times before speaking. it seems as if she's exhausted, but actually, she's just avoiding breathing in the scent of her own blood.

"you know, my wounds ain't as bad as you think. i'm a drama queen at the best of times, i'll admit it! so why don't youuu... why don't you just go back to your car and go home, alright? i'm sure some big game's on. some crap that guys like," valerie reaches out and pats his shoulder with too much enthusiasm.

it's clear that patrick's a decent guy, kindly concerned about someone he barely knows, and maybe val would linger to make sure he gets back to the car alright. but valerie's too hung up on disappointing people, and whatever fantasy of friendship she'd been playing with earlier was just that— a fantasy. "so do me a favor and don't get mauled on the way back, big guy?"

malum-incessu

He watches her contemplate her options, a look all-too-familiar on her face—one that he's felt numerous times on his own. Doesn't move; lets her come to a conclusion without interruption. When her expression shutters, he takes a step back, giving her room to stand. Hand falls to his side, a half-grin peeking out as she retorts. "Well, I s'pose I wouldn't know, now, would I?"

A brow flicks upwards at her deflection, eyes following her movement as she pats his shoulder. "...yeah, not really a 'big game' watcher, but—I appreciate the enthusiasm, y'know?" He glances back to her wounds for a moment. "Probably goin' t'scar over at this rate." Still, they aren't fatal, and a small knot in his gut untwists at the sight. At least that.

A small chuckle escapes at his words being thrown back in his own face, and Patrick shakes his head. "...right. Wouldn't worry about it." Then he pauses. "That thing still out here?" If so, he probably shouldn't leave it. It's already hurt one. Another couldn't be far behind.

#« PATRICK.#« | THREADS.#valerie || diasdem.#OOC. || “unfortunately” shut your face /aff #OOC. || CACKLING i love her dearly

gilm0renatural-deactivated20260

“I think this is the part where I question my life choices.”

malum-incessu

"Probably so." Patrick hid a small grin in a sip of his drink. "I know it's where I did the same."

#« PATRICK.#« | THREADS.#dean || offorester.#OOC. || hiya!! it's hcpewings :D #OOC. || no pressure to reply! just thought they could be fun :D

thebrazenandbold

@malum-incessu liked for a starter | Chance

"Ah-- I wouldn't go that way if I were you. There's, um--" Chance hesitated, fidgeting with the glasses that hung against his chest. He couldn't exactly say 'dark energies' and be taken seriously. "It's dangerous."

malum-incessu

Patrick raised an eyebrow at the other, glancing over his shoulder at the path he was being warned off of. "Dangerous is...kinda my thing," he replied flatly, gesturing towards the knife at his belt. "How so? What's down there?"

#« PATRICK.#« | THREADS.#chance || thebrazenandbold.#OOC. || tysm for the starter!! >:D

whcwashe

"I'm not that good with my hands, but I'll -- I'll do my best."

It's a half-hearted nod, but it's earnest. There were only a few things her hands felt all that good for anymore. Scrying was one of them. Past that, though, it felt more like she was cracking open dozens of papercuts every time she used them.

But he was probably right. It wasn't like either of them were safe either way, might as well stick together. She'd meant it, though. She didn't want anyone standing in front of her the next time something came at her. She'd seen too many people just just for their proximity already, she couldn't handle any more.

"And full disclosure -- I pepper sprayed myself in the face a few weeks ago, so -- I could probably use some help." She worries at her lip for a moment, glancing back at him as she rifles through some of her clean maps, spreading a larger one over the table. "Do you have any idea what country your demon's probably in? Anything that can help me narrow things down ..."

malum-incessu

He smiles slightly, giving her a nod. "Don't worry 'bout it. Every bit helps. We'll figure somethin' out."

A chuckle escapes at her elaboration, shaking his head. "Well, I don't have pepper spray on me, so that won't be an issue this time around, at least." Hand rubbing over the leather on his knife's sheath, he nods, leaning over the map to see better. "Yeah, he hasn't left the States."

A finger points to the map, landing somewhere on the northwestern side of the country. "Last got wind of him somewhere o'er in Wyoming, Colorado—that area. He likes to stick to close to home." Bitter. A scowl darkens his features for a moment before he glances up at her. "S'that help?"

#OOC. || ignore how aggressive the gif is LMAO #OOC. || and OFC? no rush ever <33 #« PATRICK.#« | THREADS.#liv || whcwashe.