You don't think I'm a little twisted, too?

USED TO BE PUMPKINVENATOR Most hunters come through that door, they think they can get in my pants with some pizza, a six pack and a side one of Zeppelin IV. [ Jo Harvelle RP blog. Mun and muse are of age, may get nsfw. TRACKING: pumpkinvenator and puellavenator ] Promo Winner; untoldprayers

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[right, I owe 3 more replies that I either plan to get done tonight or tomorrow. 

After that, I will be putting this blog on semi- hiatus. I am really struggling with my Jo muse right now, and due to explosions in real life, I don't always have the time or energy to rp. 

I will try my very best to get on here once a week and pump out replies. 

You can find me on abaddon if you wish, where my muse is plentiful-- but, regardless of how cooperative the muse is, if real life gets in the way, I may not be on there too frequently either. 

Feel free to unfollow me if you wish, but thanks to those who have stuck by me.]

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[@thesamwinchester] | Closed RP

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"So no run-ins with things that go bump, yet, eh?" The blonde asked with a raised eyebrow. The idea of going from hunter to civi’ seemed almost impossible to her, but she supposed as long it suited Sam, it didn’t matter. "There’s not an ounce a’pity in me, sweetie. But you’re damn right there."

"Two days, not bad." Jo commented, wandering just how much time she’d get to spend with him. Probably not long, maybe just a few hours—- he’d most likely made plans, but it was good to see him anyway. "Hey, I’m sure you’ll be fine. Jus’ don’t go for anyone crazy, inhuman or over fifty an’ you’ll be fine." 

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"Things are pretty quiet here. Kinda why I picked it. ‘Course that could always change at any moment." He smiled a bit and nodded. "Come on, you should know by now that I’m almost always right." He laughed a bit, relaxing a little more now that they were getting in the groove of the conversation.

He nodded, “Yeah, well, we hired some new guys so they don’t need me as much. At least into school starts. Then they go part-time.” The idea of going back to college had crossed his mind but he had too many bad memories associated with the last time he went. “I didn’t really plan anything. Was just gonna catch up on some reading but if you’re gonna be here…” He let the sentence hang, not sure if she had plans while she was in town.

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"Don't blame ya', if you're gonna leave the life, y'gotta do it properly. No point in half arsein' y'er way through it." With a light smile, the blonde took another sip of her drink. It occured to her that in a way she was kind of proud of Sam, how he'd managed to make a life away from hunting. It wasn't something easily managed.

"Better make the most of it while you can, then." She commented with a grin. His open sentence made her re-evaluate her previous assumption--- perhaps he didnt have plans? "Yeah I'm in town for a little while. It'll give us time to catch up."

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Matching his pace, the blondes eyes fluttered shut once again as a low moan escaped her. Pleasure was building up and up, a tight coil in her stomach that was ready to explode. One hand came to rest on his shoulder, the other curling into his hair as she rode him, small whimpers of lust still escaping her. 

Incapable of words, the blonde simply nodded and increased the pace of her own hips, hoping he'd catch her meaning.

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Laughter Lines | Cas & Jo

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Brow furrowing, the blonde paused, waiting for the mans stunted sentence to be completed. His whole manner perturbed her, the way he spoke and acted as though she was a total stranger, a random you may meet on the street. Eyes searching his face intently once more, Jo sighed. 

"Am I not what, Cas?" Perhaps the use of the nickname hadn’t been the smartest move—- he didn’t know her, and such a friendly act may cause distrust. Shifting her weight in the manner of an anxious child, she ran through the possibilities of different explanations. Perhaps he wasn’t in fact Castiel, but then why would he respond to his name? Or maybe memory loss, but surely he would’ve just mentioned it outright. 

Perhaps he’d just forgotten her. 

"N-no, I haven’t seen you for a few years. I’ve been outta the game for a while." By ‘out of the game’, Jo meant dead; but surely this wasn’t something she need burden him with if he didn’t even know who she was. With a frustrated sigh, a hand moved to push blonde locks from her face as she scrambled for something to jog his memory with.

"Y’know, friends with Sam an’ Dean. Ellen’s daughter."

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The use of his nickname, though he did not recognize it as such, jolted the amnesiac. A sudden shock came over him, accompanied by a pounding pain of his head. Blue hues disappeared beneath tightly shut eyelids and the mug in his hands slipped and tumbled to the pavement below, shattering into a thousand pieces as it came into contact with the tarmac. A few meters back, a male let out a gasp, his own blue eyes fluttering open to stare down at the broken mess on the ground that reminded him so much of his own self.  It was like a sorrow metaphor and it took Castiel a few moments to realize that that male who sounded so far away- was himself.

Immediately, he started to profusely apologize to the stranger- Jo -as he squatted down and began to collect shards of the mug, placing the larger pieces in his cupped hand. As he gathered up the remains of the coffee drenched ceramic, his hues rested on the woman, attempting to hold the conversation as best as he could in the situation. That was what people did, right?

"A few years … ?" Well that explained it- Castiel could barely remember the past few months of his life. Anything before his wake up at the hospital was long gone … and it seemed that this Jo Harvelle was part of that anything. "I- I deeply apologize … " There he goes again, apologizing for the near twentieth time in the past five minutes. "But I- I too have uhm, been ‘out of the game’ for a while. In fact, I uh, just got back ‘into it’ about three months previous and well, my memory is not something I would be keen to rely on …" 

His eyes fell back to the asphalt beneath his head, ashamed of himself and his ‘condition’. 

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Starting forward, the blonde made to catch the falling mug, missed, then turned her attention toward the man before her. He seemed in pain, eyes hidden as his expression slipped. Internally cursing her reckless use of an apparently long forgotten nickname, Jo placed a small hand on his arm while inquiring in gentle tones as to his welfare.

"I'm sorry, sweetie, are you okay?" For once, the term of endearment was meant as just that--- not layered with her usual condescension and impatience. Obviously, something was wrong here; not only were the once-angels memories of the past seemingly gone, but reminders seemed to cause physical pain. Waving his apologies away, she bent to help collect the shards, brown eyes flickering between the pavement and Castiel. 

Nodding as he spoke, the lack of recognition of the brothers names unsettled Jo more than anything this apparently disastrous conversation had so far. Her mother and her hadn't been a large part of his life, only meeting once and to tragic ends. But Sam and Dean? His whole existence had been re-written by the Winchesters, the entire course of history changed. For him to forget them meant something was severely wrong. 

His apparent shame was met with a slight tilting of the blondes head, eyes narrowing as she tried to understand what could be running through his mind. Lifting a hand, she placed a finger under his chin, gently tilting his head up to face her. 

"C'mon, Cas--tiel, what's going on? Can't you remember much?" Hoping he would see only concern in her brown hues, she gently pressed for information.

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[can I just say~

in the new ep, Zeke says he's only back to half strength, not that Sams only half healed. 

I though the idea was for him to heal Sam, not himself.

I do not trust this angel fella' one bit.]

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[okay, so my Jo muse has been seriously lacking and I'm really trying to get my abaddon blog started up, so replies on this account will be fairly slow for a few more days. I am so sorry, I've owed some people for what must be forever.

Its half term very soon though, and time off college means more time to get to replies. 

I hope to clear out my drafts before the end of the week long holiday.]

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K

    ——“I, uh, what?” Jo admittedly knew they had always had something, careful flirting and not so secret crushes aside. Despite this, she had never expected him to be so forthright, simply asking for a kiss. Before she could over-think it, the blonde lent forward, a petite hand moving to rest on his chest as her lips pressed to his.

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{Goes to you and kisses you long and hard. Deepening the kiss and nipping on your bottom lip. Cupping your rear gently and slowly releasing you and walks away whistling} Pass this to 10 other people on the dash.

                —-“That’s twice now one of you freakin’ men have come up to me and touched my ass. The next person to do it without my damn permission loses their hand. We clear?”

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  Sam was usually a patient man. When it came to women, he was. Even if it seemed as every woman he’s been with somehow ends up six feet under the ground or to be someone he could never be with anyway. Jo…..Jo knew everything about him. He didn’t have to hide his life from her and it was relieving. Keeping this in mind, Sam laid the blonde out on the couch before he towered over the petite woman. “——We can stop now if you want?” He was giving her an out before they ended up getting too heated.

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Eyes opening as he moved away, Jo looked up at the mans form, a slight frown pulling at her expression. Why had he stopped? Staring at him for a brief moment, his words sunk in--- he was being a gentleman. A gentle laugh escaped her, petite hands moving to grab his collar, pulling him down. 

-----"Do I look like I want to stop?" She murmured before connecting their lips again.

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ＱＵＥＥＮ ♔

[I did a thing.]

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I didn’t belong there! I was a freak with a knife collection.

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i’ve sold sin to saints for centuries., 30 DAYS OF SPN WOMEN; 05. favorite ally… on We Heart It - http://weheartit.com/entry/49615848

[animacorruptibilisarchive-blog]

A-D

• agentchloelogan • alwaysyourlittlebrother • archangelictrickster • ask-adam-milligan • ava-sai • benxbraeden • caseofcas • ceciditxprimus • dauntlessgrace • dediscoxmemet • delicatustibus • drankaliquorstore • driverpicksthexmusic • dudeclownskill • dummystark •

E-H

• emmyrhodus • fairytalexpond • fallenfromfreewill • fallingstrength • fortiseargent • guitarpicksandbulletholes • heavenlyammunition • hotdamnthismyjam •

I-L

• jaxisqueen • kansas—bred • kevotran • laesisxbona • lookatthefallen • losingxmyreligion •

M-R

• makeabluelmanoutofyou • mary-winhester • maryxcampbell • mechanicmarine • moosliing • mugilingenium • parvuluss • procureuniqueitems • puellavenator • pulledfromhell • reginaxinferno • royallybradbury • 

S-T

• saladandmakebelieve • saladandresearch • scarredbyxhellfire • scarlettredmccall • sentinelofamerica • shakethefaith • softrocklullaby • soshallshebreak • southerncomforted • starkofgenius • stillcas • the-b0y-king • thefavoriteminion • thesouthernbite • thetimeofgodsandmonsters • tigertrann •

U-Z

• vampiricallyxspeaking • walkingxabovexperdition • wasthatnotprocedure • waywardtendencies • witness-protection-with-wings • xxcastiel •

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{Goes to you and kisses you long and hard. Deepening the kiss and nipping on your bottom lip. Cupping your rear gently and slowly releasing you and walks away whistling} Pass this to 10 other people on the dash.

                —-“That’s twice now one of you freakin’ men have come up to me and touched my ass. The next person to do it without my damn permission loses their hand. We clear?”

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  Sam moved them towards the couch, lifting Jo with one arm and keeping his other hand tangled in her hair as the kiss turned rather feverish. It still didn’t become more than a slow tango of lips but even he could see this was going into a new direction. Jo was fierce and he knew if she didn’t want something—— she’d tell him straight off the bat. Hopefully she’d do it as well when it came to things like this.

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Wrapping her legs around him as he lifted her, Jo was almost surprised by the mans strength-- but not quite. The kiss had deepened, turning into a hot tangle of lips which made the blonde breathless, heart pounding in her chest. After a few moments she realized Sam was moving them in the direction of the couch, and a small smile crept it's way into the kiss.

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Robyn: So what did you do while I was asleep? Weep I assume?

Kyle: Watched scary movies with Emmy.

Robyn: So then yes, weep.

Kyle: No, just the watching scary movies part.

Robyn:......And weeping.

Kyle: My eyes were so dry they disintegrated.

[clintfbartcn-blog]

Hello friends. I’ve been promising to do this thing for ages now and I finally got around to it. But as you all [should] know by now, I’m very, very forgetful. So, if you are not on this list, it’s because I spaced out and forgot to add you. In all reality, I’ll be following all of you for pretty much ever. (note: these aren’t in alphabetical order because im lazy)

a-b

absconditusmagia, archangelictrickster, ashebreaks, ashenhalo, angelwiththebluetie, brownacidmoment

c-d

carryonthefamilybusiness, clownsandrabbitfood, classicwheels, carvedintoanewanimal, dontscratchthewalls, dancedwithluci, disasterxheart, demonbloodxdetox, driventohell,

e-f

ex-hallucination, fieryxsoul, feellikeaxhighschooldramadork, fairytalexpond

g-h

gladiusarchangelus, gumdropsxandunicorns, heavensrebellious, howmanytuesdays, hallucinatorydesign, heaven-clarence, handmaidenofmoondoor, hellwardbound

i-l

iwantedtostaythere, invocomortem, imaginemayhem, ilaughedicriedipukedinmymouth, justaburger, justaboyandhispetdragon, knight-in-red-lipstick, likeasistertohim, livingourownlives

m-o

narcissisticstark, nomorexcrap

p-s

pulledfromhell, puppyeyedmooseboy, puellavenator, phoenix-down, scaramoose, scarredbyxhellfire, startravelling, served-a-cause, stillcas, smightymcsmighterton, solitudeoftime, southerncomforted,  stillnotyourcupcake, royallybradbury, reputable, 

t-v

the-stark-knight-rises, thedeadswalking, thecajunthirst, the-b0y-king, thegreatestmarksman

w-z

xxcastiel, witness-protection-with-wings, wornleather, whiskeyandgunoil, whatareyouseven, walkingxabovexperdition, waywardsoldier, wasthatnotprocedure, youfallinflames,

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Bynny: Y'know, I could get in serious trouble by calling you KyKy

KyKy: Good.

Bynny: You just like causing me displeasure don't you?

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[@stileswantsthed]

If there was one aspect of the job Jo was good at, it was sneaking around in the dark. She was small enough to easily hide, and innocent looking enough to be ignored when spotted. This only applied, though, if she didn't run smack-bang into someone. That would generally get their attention.

The blonde had to wonder why, in a town with as high a death rate as this, someone would be roaming the woods at night. Eyes narrowing as she stared at the other, a hand slipped instinctively to the gun in her waistband.

"What're y'doin' here, kid?" This was a problem. The presence of what she assumed to be a civi could only be a liability--- what was she to tell him if a werewolf decided to show its snout?