Mar 23, 2018
“ FEEL MY HEART, IRA. i think it’s broken ! ”
💋 . canon-dialogue starter (accepting) * @leviathanson
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“ FEEL MY HEART, IRA. i think it’s broken ! ”
💋 . canon-dialogue starter (accepting) * @leviathanson
@leviathanson / sc.
It is CHAOS. Dean and Sam are struggling to hold on their own while Jack is breaking sweat on his skin, golden waves crackle under his fingertips as swarms of demons attacked them to and fro, from the broken gates in proximity. The demons figured that they didn’t need to come after Jack and his friends, they figured that they could have just let them go to them on their own free will. Of course, they wouldn’t do that, they were better than that, and they knew it was a trap, but Jack knew that despite their want to ignore the cries of the innocent while they were being slain by the devil’s minions, they couldn’t just let that happen. So they went off to the nearest portal to hell where the demons broke through at an un-normal rate, which is definitely difficult to ignore.
Jack has yet to call upon Castiel for him to give a hand, but he decides that he wants to prove his worth, test his capabilities, find out the extent of his powers. So, the Nephilim stands on his ground, blasting away the bodies clawing onto his presence when he feels a much more powerful force behind him, prompting him to turn around. Curiosity, mixed with caution, plagues his mind as he questions the greater demon.
“ I don’t understand. What are you waiting for ? ❜
4, 21, & 28
multi muse meme
4. is there a muse that not a lot of people roleplay with?
that would probably be candace, but i think a lot of that is my own fault ! i haven’t posted about her as often as i should, and i don’t have her stats up so that probably has something to do with it. although… to be honest… half the time people don’t read stats anyway lmao . like i promise i’ll get to them eventually, but id rather spend my time on here writing than coding :B
21. which muse is the most problematic towards other muses?
i mean… l.oki feels like a solid answer because it’s l.oki.
28. can you sort your muses from weakest to strongest?
i have… a lot and there’s a lot that determines a muse’s strength to me so… i’ll put them in different categories and put the strongest and weakest or else we’ll be here literally all day !
emotional strength : johnny ( weakest, he's not the best at self reflection lmao ): he compartmentalizes things... a lot and sometimes he can be pretty impulsive ) and nereida ( strongest, even though she’s a pisces, she’s been alive for billions of years and helped start a revolution so it balances out imho )physical strength : halley ( weakest, she doesn’t really go to the gym as often as she should because she’s too busy with school and other shit. like she says she wants to start training but when you’re running on like no sleep, naps sound a lot better than the elliptical ) and luciano ( strongest, strength is literally one of his abilities so… )supernatural strength : i feel like all my “normal” humans are the weakest by default and l.oki ( strongest, he’s a god )
‘ ‘ i'm dying just to know the truth. ’ ’ // @leviathanson !!
lyric starter call. || song : girl.
" happy birthday, angel. how do you want me? naked? "
thick glass rested lightly upon coloured lips before deciding to down its content, a hint of a smile peeking through transparency now. she had kept dark gaze set on warlock as she waltzed through the room ; this scenario feeling a little too familiar for one’s taste , though , it was her birthday , she could leave the self - loathing for another occasion. especially when isabelle well knew that this particular visit was exactly what she needed to start her day off the right way. all bickering and death threats , and promises that ‘ that would be the last time ’ aside , ira bellmonte was the kind of man who knew precisely what a woman like her wanted / needed ( and most of the time , he didn’t make her work for it ).
the word ‘ angel ’ rolled off charred-like tongue and made her wonder for a moment if he was being sarcastic. she let it pass.
“ for starters. ” when one had isabelle’s vivid imagination and appetite for new experiences , a simple question like that could very well be the spark that ignited a forest fire. “ do i get to make special requests ——— since it is my birthday and all that ? ”
( @leviathanson LIKED FOR A STARTER ) -
A SIGH ESCAPES WALLACE as the air inside his shop instantly shifts. preternatural senses immediately note the presence of something or someone in his store that wasn’t 100% human. he moves out from behind shelves of succulents and other potted plants to greet whoever had just stepped foot into his store and there’s a slight grimace on his features as he does. “-----i really need to spray some holy water around that door or something.” he muses to himself. maybe a line of salt to keep them from coming in? the less demons that came into his store the better in his opinion. “if you’re here to drag me to hell or whatever, you’re like the third one that’s tried this week.” he runs a hand back through messy brown locks, “and i really don’t have time to go for round four.”
* there and gone , in a blink ! much of her life was spent moving from one place to another , never settling down , always running . she orders a drink , sliding into a stool and dark eyes wander towards a poster for pub quiz night , how mundane . “ fancy trying our hand ? ” she asks , a complete stranger yet she speaks in a comfortable , casual , tone as if they know one and another . an eyebrow rises , a friendly grin graces her features as she awaits an answer .
@leviathanson
❛ hm, is this why you smell like seaweed all the time ? ❜ a teasing timbre to his voice, water droplets slipping down his skin as azure fire envelopes him, drying off his hair & clothes. ringed fingertips straightening himself out with a practiced ease. ❛ lucky for you ------ i must have a penchant for the sea after all. ❜ although it’s hardly for the sea & more for a certain warlock who lives beneath it.