#ofindcmitability

[diabolics]

if you had been able to raise hope, what would you have different?

❛ not one thing. while i do wish she did a few things differently, there is not one strand of hair on her head that i would change. hayley did a better job than i ever could. ❜

@chosenlonely @xhcyley 

[resilientsovl]

Jack & Sam ( not an otp or brotp but im applying anyway )

send me a ship and i’ll tell you

ft. @ofablaze

who hogs the duvet:  probably  jack

who texts/rings to check how their day is going  both

who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts  jack

who gets up first in the morning  sam

who cries at movies  neither  of  them

who gives unprompted massages  neither  of  them

who fusses over the other when they’re sick  sam

who has the most embarrassing taste in music  i’m  going  to  say  probably  jack.  i  have  a  feeling  it’s  all  over  the  place. 

who collects something unusual  neither

who takes the longest to get ready  neither,  they’re  used  to  having  to  pick  up  quickly  and  go.  but  secretly  it’s  sam.  that  hair  doesn’t  come  easy  it  takes  work.

who is the most tidy and organised  sam

who gets most excited about the holidays  jack

who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports  i  want  to  sam  probably  sam  with  sports  but  he  is  terrible  at  pretty  much  every  game  so  he  just  accepts  his  losses.

who starts the most arguments  jack

who suggests that they buy a pet  jack

what tv shows they watch together  probably  lighthearted  comedies.  i  think  sam  watches  a  lot  of  the  like,  boring  CSI  /  NCIS  type  shows  but  he  wouldn’t  watch  those  with  jack.

who brings flowers home  the  bunker  has  never  and  will  never  see  flowers  in  its  lifetime.

who is the best cook  sam

[geminislegacy]

1, 2, 8, 16, 30

is there a muse that you wish gets more attention?

not really. i’m content with the attention division.

if you HAD to choose, who’s your favorite muse?

lizzie, for sure. though once i get the rust off dean, i’ll get to him again for sure. he’s my all time favorite muse.

what is each of your muses otps? notps?

well, for lizzie it’s obvious. nothing holds a handle to lizwil and nothing probably ever will. otp of my heart. my notp is lizzie/rafael. yikes.

i don’t think i have necessarily an otp for klaus because i like multiple ships. klaroline, klefan, klamille. my notp is probably klayley, just because i LOVE what they have in a non-romantic sense.

for dean it’s destiel, for sure. it takes a lot of shit chemistry for me to not get into destiel at some point. i also liked him with jo and cassie, though. i think my notps are dean with anyone sam has fucked ???

for jaime i guess it’s jamistair ( no homo tho ), for cassandra it’s with sebastian ( dracmeo and witchiet ), and i like michael and olivia. parker and max but i can’t call them an otp because they’re FUCKED UP. 

which muse is most willing to fight another muse?

i’d say it’s between lizzie and dean. both always willing to throw punches.

most importantly, are you having fun playing each one of your muses?

no, i hate each and every single one of my muses. i hate this rp. don’t join this rp. i admin this rp but i only do it because my family is being held hostage. i’m blinking three times, someone help.

[hvnterism]

1,2, 3, 4, 5, 11, 15, 16, 28, 29, 30

1. is there a muse that you wish gets more attention?

from others? not really, they do good. from me on the other hand....... 

2. if you HAD to choose, who’s your favorite muse?

ANSWERED

3. which muse is the trickiest to get into character for?

ANSWERED. 

4. is there a muse that not a lot of people roleplay with?

i mean, mostly because of me. all of them get considerate attention. thank you. 

5. if you HAD to choose, who’s your least favorite muse?

ANSWERED. 

11. is there another muse you’ve been thinking of adding or writing for? who?

ANSWERED. 

15. can you sort your muses from youngest to oldest?

CHRONOLOGICALLY, it goes: victoria, nicole, natasha, baird, sebastian, kol, harlow, alistair. 

16. which muse is most willing to fight another muse?

HARLOW would fight all of them if she could, and succeed in killing them, except for ALISTAIR and maybe KOL. i can see these two also going one on one with each other or SEBASTIAN out of pettiness, but i don’t think any of them would cause actual problems between each other to actually go kill mode. in addition, i think the only ones who could start a legit feud would be HARLOW with VICTORIA. and to wrap all of this mess, harlow would be the kind of demon NATASHA would try to hunt down. 

28. can you sort your muses from weakest to strongest?

PHYSICALLY/POWER WISE-- despite having been half darklighter, NICOLE was pretty weak in every physical aspect. VICTORIA follows at being only human. while she has some skills like endurance/stamina and speed. i doubt that helps her in case she was in danger against a supernatural being. now that he is a warlock, KOL would follow. however, his ability with magic would most likely give him a good headstart against BAIRD ( who is physically stronger than him ), SEBASTIAN and maybe even NATASHA. why i put natasha ahead? because she has the abilities of a vampire and the resources of a hunter. however, her weakness is exactly the same vampirism... and the fact she needs to master the vampire part. next up is HARLOW ( and if i add au!nicole they’d be trading places ) and finally ALISTAIR. 

so it pretty much ends up being: nicole, victoria, baird,  sebastian, natasha/kol, au!nicole/harlow, alistair. 

MENTALLY WISE--  ( including intelligence and emotions ) without explanation because i’d end up having a stroke, it probably ends up like: nicole/sebastian, baird, harlow, natasha, kol, victoria, alistair,  au!nicole. 

29. which muse are you considering deleting? 

in a near future? none of them, tbh. the only reason i’d end up dropping someone its because real-life interferes and i’d have to give some of them up. in the long run, some of you know BAIRD’s endgame. and AU!NICOLE is eventually leaving so NICOLE can come back. 

30. most importantly, are you having fun playing each one of your muses?

no. 

[nocttrls]

kiss - a kiss on the cheek, knuckles, forehead, in their hair.

the first week of being will’s guardian hadn’t gone off without a hitch but did wyatt sweat it? not on the surface no. he had moments where he’s thought “WHAT HAVE I DONE?” a twenty six year old guy being a guardian to a teenager? hell, wyatt’s still a kid more than most of his students were. he wore flip flops and dude bro shirts with sayings like i can’t brain today, i have the dumb. and his cargo shorts? don’t get me started on the amount of cargo shorts wyatt halliwell owned when he was twenty six years old. he looked like a perpetual fuck boy rather than a headmaster of magic school. will himself? wyatt kept a close eye on him, explained certain things to his teachers, kept students out of his way... the weeks and even years to follow, that wouldn’t matter, but that first week?

wyatt hadn’t slept a wink. at school he looked like a father of a newborn who didn’t sleep at all. that when he’d close his eyes and drift just seconds close to sleep, he’d snap wide awake at the screams echoing off his walls. it was harder than you’d think to be able to tell if someone’s dreaming or not until the very moment he had, and wyatt in his moment of panic, waved a warmly lit hand over will’s head and body to give those nightmares a little boost in a different direction. whatever will was fighting inside of his mind would be influenced just enough for will to have a way out. fighting his father? will would get a doorway to the magic school library where it was just him and books, not jack. longing for his mother only to be met with loss? wyatt would give him a boost to seek out a friend or see what relationships could be like away from the parents who’ve scarred him.

he’d never admit such a thing. wyatt had taken to standing and sitting outside will’s door waiting for the nightmares to rear their ugly heads. over time it got better but every now and then under certain occasions will would have another nightmare and wyatt would be there, giving him a gentle boost and a kiss on the forehead before he slipped away. he doesn’t know why he won’t just tell will what he’s done but he sort of sees it like christmas time, or yule, where it doesn’t matter what you get. it’s better to give than to receive.  whether it’s better for will or not wyatt doesn’t know. he only knows that he wants to do everything in his power to make sure he’s safe awake or not. @ofindcmitability

[frcmashes]

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sarah from state farm - telemarketer

   this  one  doesn’t  take  much  explaining.  he  submitted  a  quote  online  to  get  car  insurance  from  state  farm  and  ever  since  they’ve  been  calling.  he’s  asked  about  12  times  if  he  could  talk  to  someone  in  person  but  they  don’t  have  a  walk  in  office  in  san  francisco.  he’s  explained  so  many  times  that  he  can’t  cross  state  lines  and,  in  his  panic,  lied  and  said  he  was  a  convicted  criminal.  none  of  that  shows  up  on  his  driver’s  abstract  so  sarah  from  state  farm  keeps  calling  and  asking  him  to  confirm  his  information.  he’s  terrible  at  confrontation  so  every  time  she  calls  he  says  he’ll  fax  her  the  info  she  needs  despite  not  knowing  how  to  even  send  a  fax.   he  ended  up  getting  car  insurance  with  geico  but  hasn’t  figured  out  how  to  break  up  with  state  farm  yet.   yet.  

fc:  mindy  kaling

[rexinferorum]

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elizabeth mccraee — laundromat employee

    elizabeth  is  a  seventeen  /  eighteen  year  old  high  school  drop  out  that  works  at  the  laundromat  near  aster  and  v’s  home.   though  they  have  a  washer  and  dryer  at  home,  blood  seems  to  mess  with  the  filtration  system  so  when  v’s  clothes  are  especially  fucked  and  he  wants  to  keep  them,  he  goes  to  the  laundromat.   elizabeth  works  the  overnight  shift  and  is  always  reading  trashy  magazines  and  watching  real  housewives  on  her  phone.   fair  enough,  given  there’s  never  anyone  there  besides  the  homeless  seeking  shelter  from  the  elements,  or  various  sketchy  people  doing  their  laundry  because  they  can’t  do  it  during  the  day.   v  likes  elizabeth  because  she’s  ballsy  and  talks  like  she’s  been  a  chain smoking  grandmother  for  40  years.   she’s  got  a  drug  problem  that’ll  definitely  land  her  down  in  the  pits,  judging  by  the  stories  she  tells,  but  he  taught  her  how  to  fashion  a  shiv  out  of  a  comb  and  he’s  pretty  sure  her  deadbeat  boyfriend’s  about  to  meet  the  business  end  of  it.   given  he  loves  chaos,  her  life  is  certainly  of  interest  to  the  demon  for  pure  entertainment  value  alone.

fc:  margaret  qualley

[sitacross]

Apocalypse AU | Henrik

     @ofisolaticn​

“ you think we’re getting close? ” they’re in the home stretch now. clammy hands clinging to his backpack straps as they’re walking. the sun’s beating down, he almost thinks he’s getting a tan. “ feel like we’re in the, uh, ” lips pressing together, dry and chapped, but in contemplation, “ endgame. ” reaching out to nudge the other man, the back of his hand against the other’s jacket. it feels rough against his skin before he withdraws him to rest his hands by his side. “ remember that movie? ” remember when we watched movies.    he thinks they’re in the endgame of the world too. whether it bursts into flames in death or rebirth. the monsters that once ravaged it are dying out, and so are they. it’s been almost ten years since the first case was reported. a raving man mad storming down the streets, run down by police. and then another, a day later, and then another, and then another, and then another ….    it spread like a plague. like the plague, he thinks. he’s old enough now to remember when it started, that he was 8 and that his foster parents were concerned with entirely too many things. he remembers that he found henrik at a shelter in the heat of the crisis when he was 12. they never fell apart. henrik protected him until he could learn to protect himself. now, they protect each other. they’re walking through the dessert, what he thinks was once a beach. overgrown as the sand yields under his shoes. they’re going to another shelter. one with culmination, this time, apparently. a chance to restart. a chance to ride out the end of the world and the birth of the new one in company. “ you think they were serious about all the things they’ve built over there? ” civilisation, or what passes for it these days.     safety in a new throw of humanity. “ i heard they have a high school. ” a pause, not out of breath, simply taking the air in. it isn’t fresh, it isn’t brisk, but it feels somehow less polluted than it did years ago. “ can you imagine going back to school and studying biology? ” a snort, toes flexing in his shoes as a means to relax them from all the walking. “ evolution. ” he knows that they’re near the water, because he realises that’s why the air smells fresh. he inhales deeply, exhales the same way, letting his shoulders fall. “ do you think they’d say what we’ve been dealing with is evolution in action? ”  henrik seems focused on listening to him, so he continues. “ i don’t believe that. ”    “ and biology was never my, you know, shit but … ” a pause, contemplative again, “ i think the fact we’re still here means we’re the ones evolving. ” it’s quiet. the way things ending always are. they aren’t in the fire anymore, they’re in the smoke. “ and i’d say some sappy shit like thanks for waiting out the end of the world with me but, ” a shrug, and he almost feels like he could cry, doesn’t know why ( except he does ), “ but we’re here, aren’t we? ” there’s nothing like living through an apocalypse to teach emotional intelligence.  “ you’re my brother, aren’t you? ” he doesn’t feel at all shy to use the term. a genuine smile, tired, rugged at the edges, but happy, breaks onto his features. “ you’d be an awesome wingman. ” and, as the sun beats down on them, as the world dies and comes alive around them, as the sand treads under their feet and sticks to their shoes, they laugh.