Here's to Evil Skanks

I’m far too old and tired for this, but here I am. Kicked some ass, became the King of Hell, and here I am. Perhaps against my better judgment... {Rowena Macleod RP account}

[horrificmemes]

Questions for Immortals/Ancients

For ancient and/or immortal muses, here are some questions to build your headcanons!

😇Do you think you’ll ever experience an afterlife? 😷Do you have any weaknesses that could challenge your lifespan? 👥Have you met others like you? 👨‍👨‍👦Are you part of a family of ancients/immortals? 🎈Do you remember the start of your life? How long ago was it? 💔Is there anyone from your past that you missed for a long time? 😢Do you still think about people you knew years, even centuries, ago? 👶Do you have children? If you don’t, do you think they would be like you? 🍼 Would you ever consider having offspring with a mortal? 📕Do you ever run out of things to be curious about? 📗What is one of the most valuable things you’ve learned? 📘In the remainder of your life, what else do you hope to learn? 💀What is your opinion on death and mortality in general? 🥀Do you create bonds with mortals or avoid getting attached? ☹ Talk about your memory of a tragedy you’ve witnessed. 🖤Do you believe immortality changes someone for the worst? 🕗In your time, what has been one of the most interesting time periods?  ⏳Do you ever wish you had a mortal lifespan? 😿Is there any one person you would sacrifice your immortality for? 🎁Name one thing that never gets old or loses its charm for you. 🔮Have you ever considered (or looked for) ways to end your immortality? 🤡How do you deal with avoiding suspicion while living forever? ✨Other than immortality, do you have other supernatural abilities? 🌱What is one thing about the world you’ve come to appreciate? 🌼Have you traveled? If so, name one place that you love the most. 💾Do you ever have trouble with new technology? 💗Is there one mortal in your life you will never forget? 🎼What is your opinion on how music, art, and culture has changed? 💕Do you think two immortals could handle one another’s company forever? 🙄How do you handle boredom and monotony? 💿What is one (or more) inventions you’re thankful exist in your current time? 👿Would you ever use your power and knowledge to destroy? 🌋Do you think you will be alive to see the end of the world? 🗻Do you ever want to escape society altogether for a while? 🤠Have you ever disguised yourself or gone by different names?

[sam-kind-of-wonderful]

Witchy Business | @the-red-headed-witch

Michael had possessed Rowena and Sam wanted answers. Not believing a word that came from the archangel’s mouth, Sam sought out to find the witch, to get the truth from her. Did she really care about him and Dean and Jack that much to risk sacrificing herself? Or was there something else, something she didn’t admit or that Michael knew but didn’t share. He went to the guest room in the bunker where she was staying and knocked on the door. “Rowena?” He asked softly. “Can I talk with you for a minute?”

[the-red-headed-witch]

Continued from here.

Leaning back against the pillows with her shoulders relaxed, she allowed her eyes to flutter shut for a moment. It was difficult for her to accept that anybody cared about her, but if anyone did, it would be Sam Winchester. “The boy will be... he will be a project. Not to offend you, but you without a soul will be puppies and rainbows compared to your boy without one. You’re human, but Jack - he’s far more powerful than you understand. If he’s lost his soul...” A heavy sigh left Rowena’s lips. “You best hope he keeps his soul as long as you’re alive, Samuel.”

[kingofthecrxssroads]

endless gifs of rowena being gorgeous  –  (18/∞)

[girl-next-door-rps]

The Dance for Dominance

This was not the side of town young ladies of any kind of breeding would frequent. The shadows were all a little darker, the air a little mustier with a tang of alcohol, the sort of streets people hurried down rather than lingered, and yet- here she stood, outside the red door, the music calling to her as much as the rumours of what these walls held. Emily was done with being a plaything of the male gender, the scarlet club was where women went to take charge. Taking a deep breath, the redhead entered, and it was rather like falling down the rabbit hole.

[the-red-headed-witch]

Continued from here.

When Emily’s positioning changed so her bare legs parted slightly, Rowena absentmindedly brushed her thumb over her bottom lip, resting the other hand on her tingling upper thigh. “Mary Ann is the most experienced woman in the place... except, perhaps, myself,” she chose every word carefully and maintained steady eye contact the entire time, no matter how difficult it was not to look between her legs or at her exposed chest. After taking a moment to steady her breath, she rose from the sofa and took a few slow, agonizing steps closer to her desk. The click of her heels echoed until she made it close enough to rest her hands against the desk on either side of Emily’s legs. “I’m sure you’ll need practice with our one-on-one performances, too.”

[girl-next-door-rps]

The Dance for Dominance

This was not the side of town young ladies of any kind of breeding would frequent. The shadows were all a little darker, the air a little mustier with a tang of alcohol, the sort of streets people hurried down rather than lingered, and yet- here she stood, outside the red door, the music calling to her as much as the rumours of what these walls held. Emily was done with being a plaything of the male gender, the scarlet club was where women went to take charge. Taking a deep breath, the redhead entered, and it was rather like falling down the rabbit hole.

[the-red-headed-witch]

Continued from here.

The umbrella? Now this would be good. Rowena’s left leg bounced in anticipation for Emily’s show, tongue flicking absently across her lips.

By the time her dance had finished, the owner of the building had her chin propped up on her hand and a grin on her lips, though her cheeks had flushed a light pink color. She may have been a witch, but she was human in the most basic of ways, and such an intimate show had a tendency to fluster her. Shaking away the thoughts, she cleared her throat and offered her a smile. “I believe you would fit right in, Miss Matthews. Have you seen any of our performers yet? You could get quite a good grasp on how the shows are run by watching any of m’ladies’ shows.”

[girl-next-door-rps]

“I am always happy to learn. Would it be okay for me to watch the show tonight? I would get dressed first, of course.” She gave her new boss a seductive smile, her eyes glistening with something like mischief. “The girls who work for you, are they the type of women who prefer the company of other women? I know we have to put a show on for the boys but..?” Her eyes met Rowenas as she carefully sat on the desk.

[the-red-headed-witch]

“Certainly. And if you stay late enough, I’m sure one of the ladies would be quite happy to give you some pointers.” She draped one of her arms over the back of the sofa while crossing her legs and watching the way her eyes lit up. Something stirred inside her, much more than typical with the women in her shows, and it had to be the way Emily carried herself with such confidence. Not much was more attractive than a woman who knew she was stunning. “Ah... many of us are, indeed. We’re a very open, very... welcoming bunch, I think you’ll find.” Her gaze dropped down to shamelessly take in the shape of Emily’s body from the bottom to the top until their eyes met, a smirk playing on her lips.

[sam-kind-of-wonderful]

Witchy Business | @the-red-headed-witch

Michael had possessed Rowena and Sam wanted answers. Not believing a word that came from the archangel’s mouth, Sam sought out to find the witch, to get the truth from her. Did she really care about him and Dean and Jack that much to risk sacrificing herself? Or was there something else, something she didn’t admit or that Michael knew but didn’t share. He went to the guest room in the bunker where she was staying and knocked on the door. “Rowena?” He asked softly. “Can I talk with you for a minute?”

[the-red-headed-witch]

Continued from here.

Rowena let her eyes roll back in her head at his remarks, crossing her arms over her chest defensively with her spine straight. “Don’t be dramatic, Samuel. I would have ignored you entirely if I had no interest in chatting,” she drawled. After a second of contemplation, she positioned herself towards the back of the bed and allowed her legs to tuck back under the blankets. “He did take a toll on me. I’m frankly not cut out to be the vessel of an archangel.” The witch tried to play it cool, but she averted her eyes to her lap at the blatant admission of feeling weak. Her lips twitched down into a frown at the mention of the dead hunters, and she could feel the suppressed guilt eating at her insides again. The blood of those hunters was on her hands, no debate about it, and she had been avoiding Sam because she knew how much they had meant to him.

With her lips pursed, she hesitated to look at him in the eyes but smiled weakly as she did so. “Why did I say yes? Bloody hell…” The laugh that followed her words was bitter and sharp. Why? Because she wasn’t thinking. Because she was scared. Because she couldn’t let Michael hurt the Winchester’s again. “I said yes because I was terrified, Samuel. The last time I encountered an archangel, the last time I told him no… Michael could torture me endlessly without killing me, because he couldn’t kill me. But he could kill you. He could kill Dean, Jack, all the people I care about. And he would if I didn’t agree.” Her voice quivered and cracked halfway through the thought, lips pursed and eyes drawn downwards once again.

[sam-kind-of-wonderful]

Sam’s face fell at her words. “You don’t have to pretend to be strong at all times. I get that enough from Dean, from Cas, and now Jack is starting to pick up on it. I know it’s something I do too, so maybe I’m a hypocrite, but who are you trying to fool? It’s okay to be scared. Thank you for admitting that. I also came here because I know this whole thing is terrible and I don’t want you to face it alone. We’ve had our differences but you’re an honorary Winchester to me. You’re family. And family supports one another.” He debated placing his hand on her shoulder and inevitably decided agaisnt it, not wanting to push his luck. “Now to my other question. Do you think Jack actually killed him? Is he really dead?”

[the-red-headed-witch]

“I don’t want your pity.” Rowena didn’t hesitate to send a warning glance in his direction, though it felt like more of a defense mechanism than anything she actually meant. It probably wasn’t pity—Sam had always been a good person—but she already felt so small. Sighing out in defeat, she tucked a messy red lock of hair behind her ear and mentally pushed down her walls. “I’m sorry. I - thank you, and I am terribly sorry for everything. As for Michael... the boy is bloody powerful. More powerful than Michael, and easily as powerful as God himself. I don’t know what Jack did, but I certainly wouldn’t be surprised if Michael was gone.”

[girl-next-door-rps]

The Dance for Dominance

This was not the side of town young ladies of any kind of breeding would frequent. The shadows were all a little darker, the air a little mustier with a tang of alcohol, the sort of streets people hurried down rather than lingered, and yet- here she stood, outside the red door, the music calling to her as much as the rumours of what these walls held. Emily was done with being a plaything of the male gender, the scarlet club was where women went to take charge. Taking a deep breath, the redhead entered, and it was rather like falling down the rabbit hole.

[the-red-headed-witch]

Continued from here.

The umbrella? Now this would be good. Rowena’s left leg bounced in anticipation for Emily’s show, tongue flicking absently across her lips.

By the time her dance had finished, the owner of the building had her chin propped up on her hand and a grin on her lips, though her cheeks had flushed a light pink color. She may have been a witch, but she was human in the most basic of ways, and such an intimate show had a tendency to fluster her. Shaking away the thoughts, she cleared her throat and offered her a smile. “I believe you would fit right in, Miss Matthews. Have you seen any of our performers yet? You could get quite a good grasp on how the shows are run by watching any of m’ladies’ shows.”

[girl-next-door-rps]

The Dance for Dominance

This was not the side of town young ladies of any kind of breeding would frequent. The shadows were all a little darker, the air a little mustier with a tang of alcohol, the sort of streets people hurried down rather than lingered, and yet- here she stood, outside the red door, the music calling to her as much as the rumours of what these walls held. Emily was done with being a plaything of the male gender, the scarlet club was where women went to take charge. Taking a deep breath, the redhead entered, and it was rather like falling down the rabbit hole.

[the-red-headed-witch]

Continued from here.

“Quick, clever, hard working, and quite stunning,” Rowena echoed absently, green eyes brightening in amusement when she saw the wallets and watches in the young woman’s hand. “Bloody hell, look at you. Look at these.” Her well-manicured nails danced across the wallets before she returned her gaze to the other woman, unable to hide the smirk forming on her face. She liked her already. “Give me a show, dearie. I’ve got a wee bit of time on my hands; show me your signature.” As she spoke, she made her way towards her office down the hall where she auditioned her girls, positioning herself on a sofa near her desk.

[girl-next-door-rps]

“You got music in here?  Props?” Emily enquired as she followed the rather attractive woman into her office.  Shedding her jacket, she draped it over the back of a chair and began to remove her dress. 

[the-red-headed-witch]

“I’ve got whatever you need, my dear. Start with the closet beside me.” She couldn’t help her eyes from wandering to the woman’s body as the dress fell from her shoulders, but tore her gaze away the moment she caught herself. That was hardly professional of her, and the audition hadn’t even begun. “I don’t believe I caught your name.” One of her eyebrows quirked in an arch as she reached over the arm of the sofa to the phonograph, playing a sultry record that many of her girls enjoyed dancing to.

[sam-kind-of-wonderful]

Witchy Business | @the-red-headed-witch

Michael had possessed Rowena and Sam wanted answers. Not believing a word that came from the archangel’s mouth, Sam sought out to find the witch, to get the truth from her. Did she really care about him and Dean and Jack that much to risk sacrificing herself? Or was there something else, something she didn’t admit or that Michael knew but didn’t share. He went to the guest room in the bunker where she was staying and knocked on the door. “Rowena?” He asked softly. “Can I talk with you for a minute?”

[the-red-headed-witch]

Continued from here.

Rowena let her eyes roll back in her head at his remarks, crossing her arms over her chest defensively with her spine straight. “Don’t be dramatic, Samuel. I would have ignored you entirely if I had no interest in chatting,” she drawled. After a second of contemplation, she positioned herself towards the back of the bed and allowed her legs to tuck back under the blankets. “He did take a toll on me. I’m frankly not cut out to be the vessel of an archangel.” The witch tried to play it cool, but she averted her eyes to her lap at the blatant admission of feeling weak. Her lips twitched down into a frown at the mention of the dead hunters, and she could feel the suppressed guilt eating at her insides again. The blood of those hunters was on her hands, no debate about it, and she had been avoiding Sam because she knew how much they had meant to him.

With her lips pursed, she hesitated to look at him in the eyes but smiled weakly as she did so. “Why did I say yes? Bloody hell...” The laugh that followed her words was bitter and sharp. Why? Because she wasn’t thinking. Because she was scared. Because she couldn’t let Michael hurt the Winchester’s again. “I said yes because I was terrified, Samuel. The last time I encountered an archangel, the last time I told him no... Michael could torture me endlessly without killing me, because he couldn’t kill me. But he could kill you. He could kill Dean, Jack, all the people I care about. And he would if I didn’t agree.” Her voice quivered and cracked halfway through the thought, lips pursed and eyes drawn downwards once again.

[kingofthecrxssroads]

a smol and a tol

[sam-kind-of-wonderful]

Witchy Business | @the-red-headed-witch

Michael had possessed Rowena and Sam wanted answers. Not believing a word that came from the archangel’s mouth, Sam sought out to find the witch, to get the truth from her. Did she really care about him and Dean and Jack that much to risk sacrificing herself? Or was there something else, something she didn’t admit or that Michael knew but didn’t share. He went to the guest room in the bunker where she was staying and knocked on the door. “Rowena?” He asked softly. “Can I talk with you for a minute?”

[the-red-headed-witch]

Rowena needed a bit more time than she expected to recover from Michael’s possession. It had been impulsive, to say the least, but it’s not as if she had the time to consider her options. She didn’t consider the consequences, and now the witch tried not to dwell on the suffering she caused. When two knocks woke her from her much-needed slumber, Rowena sighed loudly while throwing her arm over her face. “Come in, Samuel. Make it quick, though. I need my beauty rest to recover,” she finally called out before yawning loudly and propping herself onto her elbows.

[sam-kind-of-wonderful]

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.” Sam took a step back from the door. “This isn’t really a brief conversation so we can talk later.” He sighed and stuffed his hands in his jeans pockets, turning away and starting back down the bunker’s long hallway.

[the-red-headed-witch]

“Don’t apologize, just speak,” Rowena yawned, reaching her arms above her head and sighing in relief as her body stretched. A huff left her lips when he began to walk away, so she dropped her feet onto the ground with an over-dramatic roll of her eyes. “Get back here, you moose. I’m already awake, we may as well discuss... whatever you need to discuss.”

[girl-next-door-rps]

The Dance for Dominance

This was not the side of town young ladies of any kind of breeding would frequent. The shadows were all a little darker, the air a little mustier with a tang of alcohol, the sort of streets people hurried down rather than lingered, and yet- here she stood, outside the red door, the music calling to her as much as the rumours of what these walls held. Emily was done with being a plaything of the male gender, the scarlet club was where women went to take charge. Taking a deep breath, the redhead entered, and it was rather like falling down the rabbit hole.

[the-red-headed-witch]

Continued from here.

“Quick, clever, hard working, and quite stunning,” Rowena echoed absently, green eyes brightening in amusement when she saw the wallets and watches in the young woman’s hand. “Bloody hell, look at you. Look at these.” Her well-manicured nails danced across the wallets before she returned her gaze to the other woman, unable to hide the smirk forming on her face. She liked her already. “Give me a show, dearie. I’ve got a wee bit of time on my hands; show me your signature.” As she spoke, she made her way towards her office down the hall where she auditioned her girls, positioning herself on a sofa near her desk.

[girl-next-door-rps]

The Dance for Dominance

This was not the side of town young ladies of any kind of breeding would frequent. The shadows were all a little darker, the air a little mustier with a tang of alcohol, the sort of streets people hurried down rather than lingered, and yet- here she stood, outside the red door, the music calling to her as much as the rumours of what these walls held. Emily was done with being a plaything of the male gender, the scarlet club was where women went to take charge. Taking a deep breath, the redhead entered, and it was rather like falling down the rabbit hole.

[the-red-headed-witch]

Not many new faces came through this part of town. Even fewer new faces stumbled through the doors that failed to contain the music from within the walls. None of those were women, until a little redhead made her way through the doors to Rowena’s business, eyes wide as she took in the unfamiliar scene. Rowena walked towards this woman with intent, wondering if perhaps she had stumbled across the wrong place. “Good evening, Miss. Is there any way I can assist you?”

[girl-next-door-rps]

“I am looking for the owner of this establishment.” she said with more confidence than she really felt.  “I wish to audition.  I have heard this is the place for exceptional women who wish to take control of their own destiny.  I believe I am exceptional.” tilting her head, she surveyed the woman in front of her.  A fellow redhead with something in her eyes that warned not to mess with her despite the sweet smile she wore.   

[the-red-headed-witch]

“That would be me, dearie. Rowena MacLeod.” She puffed her chest up to show her pride as the owner, maintaining the subtle yet friendly smile on her face. “Lovely to hear we’ve made quite a name for ourselves. Follow me to the back, why don’t you?” With a swift spin on her high heels, she led the woman towards the back of the building where she could hold auditions. On the way, she offered a few playful winks to some kind regulars that she had, admittedly, become well acquainted with. The back room was filled with women sitting at their vanities or dancing around to rehearse, cigarette smoke filling the stuffy air and making it a tad harder to breathe - though no harder than the front of the establishment. “What are your talents, then?” 

[girl-next-door-rps]

The Dance for Dominance

This was not the side of town young ladies of any kind of breeding would frequent. The shadows were all a little darker, the air a little mustier with a tang of alcohol, the sort of streets people hurried down rather than lingered, and yet- here she stood, outside the red door, the music calling to her as much as the rumours of what these walls held. Emily was done with being a plaything of the male gender, the scarlet club was where women went to take charge. Taking a deep breath, the redhead entered, and it was rather like falling down the rabbit hole.

[the-red-headed-witch]

Not many new faces came through this part of town. Even fewer new faces stumbled through the doors that failed to contain the music from within the walls. None of those were women, until a little redhead made her way through the doors to Rowena’s business, eyes wide as she took in the unfamiliar scene. Rowena walked towards this woman with intent, wondering if perhaps she had stumbled across the wrong place. “Good evening, Miss. Is there any way I can assist you?”

[the-red-headed-witch]

“ you really don’t remember. Rowena, you tried to kill me. ” Charlie short of stated at the witch in exasperation. @Charlies-hunting-log

“Me? Trying to kill you?” Rowena quirked a perfectly manicured brow and released a short yet hardy laugh to show her disbelief. “Now, why would I do that? And why wouldn’t I succeed in killing such a wee little thing if I tried?”

@charlies-hunting-log

[charlies-hunting-log]

Charlie sighed, crossing her arms. “Because of the Winchesters. Sworn to protect me from all harm.” She instinctively rolled her eyes as she spoke.

“Maybe Dean’s right, you’re just getting old.” Of course her tone was teasing, hazel eyes glittering at her own comment.

[the-red-headed-witch]

“They have to ruin all my fun, bloody Winchester’s,” Rowena huffed in response, despite not remembering the context. She dismissively waved a hand before scoffing and crossing her arms at the teasing comment.

Perhaps she was getting older, but it seemed more likely that magic of one sort or another caused her memory loss. Plus, she would never even admit to such a feat; instead, she allowed a playful smirk to dance across her face, raising both eyebrows. “The Winchester’s know nothing about old age. They can barely get through the bloody day without dying.”

[huntingwithwinchesters]

“Hey, is he bothering you?” (~@the-red-headed-witch because we all know Rowena doesn't take anybody's shit 😎)

Jane looked over, blue eyes a bit wide as she hadn’t expected anyone to take notice. She nodded, stepping closer to the red haired woman, toying with her hands. She had been having a horrid past few weeks and now with this guy on top of it. She was going to snap.

“Yeah, won’t leave me alone no matter what I say..” Her words a sigh. She was so close to punching the guy, teaching him a lesson, but he was the bartenders best friend, so she’d be the one thrown out.

@the-red-headed-witch

[the-red-headed-witch]

Continued from here.

A tinny sound faintly filled her cup as she tapped her nails against the cocktail glass rhythmically, unable to hide the amused look on her face. Her green gaze dropped to the location where Jane’s lips met the brim of her glass for the briefest of moments as she tilted her head before she turned her gaze back to the woman’s eyes.

“Well if that’s the case, we should’ve bloody left three hours ago,” Rowena teased in a low whisper, letting a musical laugh escape her lips. “I’ll join you. The last thing I need is to save their arses yet again, and... you seem like good company, dearie.”

[the-red-headed-witch]

“ you really don’t remember. Rowena, you tried to kill me. ” Charlie short of stated at the witch in exasperation. @Charlies-hunting-log

“Me? Trying to kill you?” Rowena quirked a perfectly manicured brow and released a short yet hardy laugh to show her disbelief. “Now, why would I do that? And why wouldn’t I succeed in killing such a wee little thing if I tried?”

@charlies-hunting-log