word of god.

independent and low activity original prophet for eric kripke's supernatural.

[soothsayher]

i love her i love her i love her i love h-

[a1phapack-a]

⸻ "ARE YOU GOING TO KISS ME AGAIN OR DO I NEED TO DO IT MYSELF?"

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[soothsayher]

there's a barely there twitch of her lips that threaten into a smile, but she instinctively downturns them in order to hide the way that he makes her sheepish. a tint of pink warms her cheeks as she reaches over to her bag to pull out a notepad, etching pen to paper as she writes her response. maybe i was waiting for you to make the next move.

[soothsayher]

" hey! look at me! i'm fine… see? " ( delaney / @hcllchesters )

there's an urgency in the way that odessa reaches out for the slope of delaney's jawline, widen gaze scanning the outline of the hunter's features to ensure that there is no evidence of an injury. despite being a prophet, and being so directly linked to the host of heaven, odessa damns the angels for not allowing her ability to heal others; but she can mend and patch wounds. delaney's words finally reaches odessa's ears, and there's a barely there shuddered sigh that drift from her brims as she reminds herself that delaney is safe. she's okay.

[soulprompts]

REASONS TO CUP A FACE. ( A PROMPT LIST. )

with the help of some very talented and amazing friends, i present to you an unexpected, very spontaneous meme list based on the beautiful art of cupping someone's face! there's a mix of romantic and platonic here, and even a few that defy the boundaries of normal relationship dynamics! i hope you enjoy! as always; DO NOT ADD TO THIS LIST NOR CLAIM IT AS YOUR OWN!

[KISS]: sender cups the receivers face in their hands before drawing them closer for a kiss.

[CHECK]: after an unexpectedly violent situation, sender frantically rushes to check if the receiver is okay, cupping their face to look closer.

[CLEAN]: sender affectionately wipes a smudge of sauce from the corner of the receiver's mouth, cupping their face in the process.

[LIFT]: sender gently cups the receiver's face and lifts their chin so the receiver is looking up at them.

[COMFORT]: sender cups a distressed receiver's face in their hands and steadies them by resting their foreheads together.

[ATTENTION]: during an important conversation, the sender takes the receiver's face in their hands and firmly directs their focus on them.

[MAKE-UP]: while applying make-up on the receiver's face, the sender cups their face in order to keep them still.

[PRIDE]: after the receiver succeeds in a remarkable achievement, the sender cups their face and tilts their foreheads together to express how proud they are of them.

[WHISPER]: in order to have a private, hushed conversation with the receiver, the sender cups their face and draws them close to make sure they can be heard.

[HAIR]: in the process of pushing the receiver's hair back from their face, the sender lets their hand rest against the receiver's cheek a moment longer.

[GROUND]: during a moment of intense emotional stress, the sender gently takes the receiver's face in their hands to ground them until they're calmer again.

[WONDER]: unable to comprehend how incredible the receiver is, the sender decides to simply cup their face in their hands and marvel at them instead.

[LAST LOOK]: before going into a situation that may result in their death, the sender takes a moment to cup the unaware receiver's face in their hand, just to take a final look of admiration at them before they go.

[SACRIFICE]: the sender cups the receiver's face tenderly to distract them, right before shoving them out of the way (to safety) and facing an attack alone in order to buy the receiver enough time to escape.

[BELIEF]: in a moment where the receiver is lacking in self-confidence, the sender cups their face tenderly and professes their faith in the receiver's abilities.

[DISBELIEF]: after the receiver has done something completely unexpected (and reckless) the stunned sender cups their face in their hands while trying to get them to explain why the hell they did it.

[BETRAYAL]: trying to keep the receiver calm before the big reveal, the sender cups their face gently to keep them steady, and then reveals that they're the villain.

[WOUND]: after the receiver has been wounded, the sender tries to keep them calm and conscious by cupping their face in their hands and talking to them to keep them focused.

[INJURY]: after having been badly wounded themselves, the sender tries to reassure the frantic receiver by cupping their face and comforting them.

[RAMSAY]: after the receiver commits a culinary crime, the sender presses two slices of bread against either side of their face, cupping their face to hold the bread in place, and calls them an idiot sandwich.

[soothsayher]

are you hurt?! hey! are you hurt?! ( wallace / @hcllchesters )

the intensity of his words, the rough carriage of his timbre, it's enough to stun the prophet momentarily. there's a stagger within her gait as she moves slightly with the vigor of his protection. it leaves her breathless momentarily, and she has to reach a hand out to thumb the line of his jaw to move his attention onto her features, aiming to placate his startling nerves with a certain calmness. she wants to tell him, wants to use her words to comfort him; but she can't, and it nearly tears her apart inside. her hand simply just reaches up to hold onto his face, a resounding i'm fine bleeding to the surface of her hues as she tries to reassure wallace that she's not injured.

[soothsayher]

" are you hurt?! hey! are you hurt?! "

there's a shudder that drifts from her brims as she looks towards the distance, where the body lays on the wet cement. the rain has diluted into a soft mist, leaving a thin sheet of rain on her skin, but it doesn't wash away the red that is warm on odessa's hands. earthly hues are fixated on the corpse, as though she can bear witness to the rot that takes to the creature's form, but she's pulled from her thoughts by emma's frantic questioning of ensuring odessa's safety. snapping free from the blinding trance that she was a part of, her gaze finds the comforting bed of emma's hues, and she gives the other a reassuring shake of her head. she's not hurt, not physically at least; but she can feel the barely there sliver of a nightmare blossoming in the back of her skull.

[soulrph]

send in " are you hurt?! hey! are you hurt?! " for the sender to frantically grab the receiver and worriedly check them for any injuries after finding them during a potentially deadly incident.

alternatively, send in " hey! look at me! i'm fine... see? " for the sender to react to the receiver frantically grabbing them and checking them for any injuries after a potentially deadly incident. / link to the inspiring post!

[soothsayher]

the gods thread your skeleton with their yarns...

and weave you into the warrior they always wanted.

independent, private, and selective odessa muyne from the hbo remastered show supernatural. heavily divergent and rewritten from canon writings, so reading background is a must to be able to understand odessa's main universe.

MAIN BLOG. CARRD. HEADCANONS.

[soothsayher]

also, we aren't gonna talk about the amount of nightmares that odessa gets of the angels getting their hands on her, and taking her or hurting the people she loves.

[soothsayher]

What was Odessa's mother like? Does Odessa share any similarities with her?

unfortunately, odessa's mother left her and her father when she was at a fairly young age. the only thing that she can really make out about her mother was the similarities in their curls and their smiles. some days, odessa would even stand in front of the mirror and smile at herself to see if it would bring back the memories of her own mother; but alas, memory can be a tricky thing.

i imagine that her mother was someone who thought that she was ready to settle down, but didn't quite anticipate how much work and devotion goes into raising a child. both of her parents were very hands off, for as long as odessa can remember, she always had to take care of herself. it isn't until the bakers move in next door when she started to have proper meals because the boy named rueben would come over and share some of his dinner with her. odessa doesn't necessarily hold a grudge towards her mother for leaving; especially leaving odessa to take care of her drunk father, making it feel more like she is the one who had to take care of a child, rather than the other way around. odessa just truly doesn't feel anything for her own mother, and never felt the urge to seek answers that she knows would never fulfill her questions.

and her father never condemned his daughter for the fact that he was left alone with a young girl and no help. but odessa does feel as though her father was never man enough to step up and be a dad at times when she needed a parent, and instead was like an older brother who she had to take care of from time to time.

[soothsayher]

thinkin about odessa having visions in her sleep that she can't control, and when she wakes up, she isn't in her bed and instead somewhere in the middle of nowhere.

[soothsayher]

suck it, ghost! the adrenaline high after a hunt well done.

[daredevildaily]

1x07 / 2x07 / 2x10 / 2x11

[soothsayher]

one of the many nightmares that odessa suffers, that she doesn't realize is a prophecy. her being taken by the angels.

[soothsayher]

what kind of occasion would have to occur for odessa to wear this red dress (assuming she owns it or something akin to it)?

because the hunting life isn't the most luxurious job, odessa would only really have her hands on this kind of dress and be able to wear it if she needs to go undercover at a rather prestige event that requires a certain clothing attire, such as the iconic red dress.

[trageic]

another similarity rises between them: complicated relationships with their fathers. peyton could drink to that, understanding odessa's struggles in her own way. "oh." the question catches the blonde off guard, wishing she could leave right then and there without another word said. except peyton knows it wasn't asked to be nosy, to find out something and use it against her. odessa was kind to give her the alcohol and a safe place to drink it. the least she could do was be honest in return. "it's kind of complicated," she starts, taking a large swig of the bottle before continuing, "but, my best friend got put in the skybox and my dad… doesn't want to help. even though he could." peyton looks to odessa, wondering what she'll make of the information. "so yeah, i'm not doing the best."

[soothsayher]

the skybox. the place where people are condemned to die, and wait their sentencing for the inevitable undoing. it's rare for someone to be charged not guilty, but instead rather floated for the punishment of their crimes when they reach the age appropriate. some days, odessa wonders what drives people to break the laws, even the ones that do not make sense, knowing how cruel the council can be. but then she sees peyton sitting there, drowning her sorrows, and odessa realizes. because we're human. "yeah i can't imagine you would be," she says with a ghost of a chuckle, though it's sympathetic at best. the weight of the topic is not staled by her attempt to lighten the mood, watching as peyton takes swig after swig of the bottle. she reaches out for the bulky part of the glass, and tugs it free from the confines of peyton's white knuckles. "slow down there," she muses, before earning herself a drink. "you don't want to drink that fast."

[trageic]

no one has touched her since sam, since the day she was carried back into arkadia by daniel… she hasn't allowed it. again peyton removes herself from odessa, eyes warning her to stop. they had an uncanny ability to communicate that way. with nothing but a look. "i'm sorry. i appreciate you… trying. but i can't." when she fears the other might keep pushing, use the depth within those dark hues to get what she wants, peyton looks past her. people continue to move around them, as if they don't exist. good. with more firmness, "i don't want to. i don't want to talk." her hand still holds odessa's tightly, keeping it from another reach, a chance at softness. "let it go, okay? it's not your problem." peyton releases her then, quick to continue down the hall toward her room. she flashes a glance over her shoulder. one that says: you can follow me, but i wouldn't.

[soothsayher]

odessa is torn inside from the person that is standing in front of her, evidence of war brewing inside the tapestry of skin. she can only helplessly watch as peyton continues to rip herself free from the comforting grasp of odessa's touch, but that does not mean that the girl is willing to waver. a part of her urges to allow the alpha station girl to simmer; leave her be and let her come. but odessa worries that perhaps peyton won't come. perhaps she will only drown in her own waves, and damn those who try to save her. her gait follows swift after peyton, throwing only a glance back to the bar where she can see that her partner is oblivious to the turmoil that is taking place inside of the arkadia walls. when they reach peyton's room, odessa presses a hand against the door before the girl can have the opportunity to close it behind her too swiftly, and lock herself from the rest of the world. odessa wants to make a joke about the fact that she may not bear a bottle of alcohol this time, but her intent remains the same. she is here for the other. "don't shut me out," is all she can muster, a silent plea bleeding to the surface of her visage as she watches the other.