R1GHTE0S. is a private , mutuals only roleplay blog for DEAN WINCHESTER FROM CW's SUPERNATURAL , rewritten to go into several different fandoms. mun & muse are 30+. must be 20+ to interact. personal blogs dni. loved by jj.
⁰¹ CARRD. ⁰² PROMPTS. ⁰³ PROMO. ⁰⁴ PINTEREST. ⁰⁵ PLAYLIST.
⁰⁶ HEADCANONS. ⁰⁷ STUDY BLOG. ( LINKS ARE A WORK IN PROGRESS. )
EXPLORING ... the story of the righteous man , doing the right thing just because , fighting the monster inside you , the grapple with self worth , the art of losing one's religion.
FAMILY: EMMA FROST , BUCKY BARNES
RULES FOUND BELOW CUT.
PRIVATE/MUTUALS ONLY. this means , i will only be writing with people i am mutually following. trust me , i would love to write with every single person who comes across my blog , but seeing as this isn't my only blog , i will be limiting this to people i am mutually following.
THIS BLOG IS A HEADCANON BASED PORTRAYAL. this blog will for the most part be headcanon based , especially in the stuff including later seasons. i have not seen the show passed amara's storyline , & will not be going along with any canon pertaining to the show after that. that aside , understand that headcanons are the law on this bog , & supersede canon.
I WILL BE FORMATTING. this is by no means a requirement to write with me. i do this for my own enjoyment , & do not intend to police how anyone formats their post.
TRIGGERING CONTENT. this blog will be dealing with some pretty triggering stuff , so pleas be advised when following that may be something that comes across the blog from time to time. that being said , any triggers will be tagged for the safety of my mutuals. if i miss a tag please le me know.
USFW CONTENT. there will be times where usfw content will be posted here. madelyne is 30+ , as is the mun. you (the mun) , must be 20+ to interact. if i find that you have lied about your age you will be instantly blocked without warning.
SHIPPING. i like shipping as much as the next person , but please just come by my im's or discord if we have it , & send a little message letting me know you would like to ship. odds are i'll at least be down for discussing if not down completely for it.
NO HATE. it should go without saying ... but this blog will not be tolerating any hate coming my way. this goes for hate to me , or anyone for that matter. i will not police what you choose to post , but please unless it pertains to me , leave me out of it. i will ready call out posts that happen , & make my own decisions on the matter & act accordingly.
Kat knew what it felt like to be a pawn on the chessboard. She never asked to be born clairvoyant. She didn't want to attract Crowley to her and have her soul literally ripped from her body to make her a demon. To be forever damned. It pissed her off how her life ended brutally.
That rage was burning. She let out a sigh before giving him a nod. "Yes, I'm aware. Demons talk well gossip even though they disgust me.."
She shuffled the cards more before pulling out of the deck channeling it. Kat was trying to see the outcomes and paths Dean would need to take to derail it.
Her red eyes went black before she cried out in pain. Blocked. Something no someone was blocking her.
"That never happens.." A cold chill ran down her spine. She put the cards away back into the deck box.
Her nose was bleeding. Reaching up to wipe it away.
"Figures when it comes to you, Dean that it's never easy..or that simple. Same with your brother Sam.. If you want my help, we'll have to work together, but I want my soul back. That's the deal."
"You know the terms of a crossroad demon." When a deal was to be accepted as a contract. There was rules and even Kat was forced to obey those.
『 ⛧ 』 ─── WHATEVER WAS HAPPENING TO HER , WASN'T GOOD. Dean winced when she cried out in pain , moving a little closer to the table she was sitting at to read her cards. He had asked her to do this , to help him. In a way , what had happened was HIS FAULT , but this also told them something else that was incredibly valuable to them.
Someone was trying to keep Dean from trying to find a way to stop all this. The angels had told Dean that there was no AVOIDING this. That Lucifer & Michael would have their battle , but Dean was ever reluctant to accept that outcome for himself , & for his brother. Anyone trying to tell Dean what to do would be met with nothing short of disappointment. That much was to be certain.
❝ Well , on the plus side .. Means there's a decent chance there's somethin that'll really work. ❞ Which ALSO meant that they were going to be protecting whatever that was even more so. If there had been no way around this , there would be nothing to stop Dean from doing. That was the good thing though. As there always was , now it was time for the catch.
Her soul. She wanted her soul back. Dean drew in a deep breath , his shoulders rising & falling slowly when her condition was revealed to him. ❝ Yeah sure , I know how it goes. Make a deal with a shady guy in an even shadier suit in the middle of nowhere. Get nice & juiced up t'accomplish your dreams … For a price. ❞ It didn't take a genius to see where she was going with this. ❝ I take it you got suckered int'that pyramid scheme? ❞
『 ⛧ 』 ─── THERE WASN’T AN OUNCE OF HAPPINESS TO BE HAD IN THAT MOTEL ROOM. @vintertsarn was right , they had well & done lost the trail they had been on , & Dean was starting to wonder if they were even hunting a real monster. That in itself , sounded ridiculous enough to the average person , but for Dean … Things were really tracking at all like they should.
They thought they were hunting a MONSTER. Though the answer as to what that was , seemed to be eluding them. Sam , Dean , & Sarah were trained to be the very best Hunters the game had to offer , but none of this was tracking ANYTHING they had ever come against before.
People were going missing , but not in a way they hadn't ever seen before. What's more , when they followed the trail to see where they may have been taken to … the trail just ended up going cold. Dean didn't much like any of this , & coming up with worse than nothing , but meeting an end so dead , it almost seemed like these people didn't EXIST ANYMORE.
❝ Yeah , & then we follow that trail , that leads to yet another dead end where it's like these people never fuckin existed t'begin with. ❞ The whole thing sounded nuts when he said it out loud. ❝ Whoever these people are , they ain't messin around. It just feels like we're missing somethin right under our nose in all these scribbles & I can't stand it. ❞ He huffed out a sigh as he finished speaking. Looking at the table of pictures of symbols that seemed to go on forever. ❝ I can't make out what any of this shit means … ❞
R1GHTE0S. is a private , mutuals only roleplay blog for DEAN WINCHESTER FROM CW's SUPERNATURAL , rewritten to go into several different fandoms. mun & muse are 30+. must be 20+ to interact. personal blogs dni. loved by jj.
DEAN IS GETTING HIS SISTER!!!!! you guys i am so freaking excited for this! sammy has always been in my dean's story , but i always had this silent oc in dean's life , that was a sister of his. dean just seems like the type who woulld be an excellent brother to a sister , & my partner being the amazing person they are is going to be making her for me! i'm so jazzed! good luck ruining my day universe! dean's so happy…
IT'S CRY ABOUT THE BOI HOURS KIDS!!!! sitting here thinking about the 40 YEARS HE WAS IN HELL where lilith had him tortured & broken down. Guys , for 30 years he refused to torture another soul. of course dean is gonna say no , but the part that always brings me to tears is thinking about the moment he said yes. he was so scared , so tired. think about it , all those years he probably was just waiting , for sammy to come get him. then there's no doubt the SHAME over finally not being able to take it anymore. dean was always seen as the strongest of the kids , & there's gotta be something absolutely crushing about arriving to the point where that strength & resolve wares out.
CALLING ALL MY MARVEL LOVELIES!!! Yeah , I know that makes up most of my current followers … THAT'S BESIDE THE POINT! I had a marvel verse for Dean where he turned into a super soldier , but I'm looking to expand on that verse some more. If any of you would like to have a hand in expanding that verse , please hit me up. I want this year , & my writing going forward to be centered around plotted stories with our muses. I want meaningful plotlines that carry on. I wanna build worlds with our muses. So don't be shy! Lets make some incredible stories together!
『 ⛧ 』 ─── FOR SOMEONE WHO DEFAULTED TO GLARES , @vintertsarn knew how to play a prank or two. Something Dean quickly learned they had in common. Aside from the other obvious piece of trivia of them both being fiercely protective older brothers. Dean WOULD have made a similar prank on his brother , & probably would have a very similar reaction to what the brunette was currently sporting.
❝ Yeah yeah yeah , hardy har har. ❞ He grumpily back as he set his now ruined cup of coffee back down on the diner table. He'd get another , nothing that couldn't be fixed. But Bucky was already making it well known that he wasn't scared of the hunter's grumpy nature in the morning before having his first cup of coffee. This sort of life certainly didn't seem to sway him away from it what so ever. Then again , that was bound to happen when you lived lives like the two of them had.
Which was absolutely the reason the two of them had gotten along as well as they had. It was obvious without even HEARING all the details , that the other knew what they had been through. Made moving through the motions of all of this a little easier. Something he was still getting used to thinking about. All that moving through his head while reaching for the mug of coffee sitting in front of Bucky to take a sip. ❝ Lesson one about fuckin with me in the morning , always comes at a price. ❞ He reminded with a sly smirk as he put the mug down in front of HIM this time.
❝ You can have this back when um … ❞ Dean leaned forward to look toward the kitchen. Hoping that might prompt his memory on what their waitresses name was. ❝ Ingrid comes back t'replace the… ❞ There was a pause. Followed by a playfully mournful sigh over the coffee as though it were a fallen comrade. ❝ Poor soldier who never had a chance. ❞
