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@thevcid
Hello there friends. I know I’ve been gone for forever, but I have decided to come back. The activity here won’t be as much as on my main, @kjcllberg, but I am going to spend the next 5 days working on this blog. Which means, adding muses, deleting muses, changing my theme, making icons and all that good stuff. So stay tuned everyone!! And if you have a request for a muse for me to keep or transfer from my other many blogs (I will post a list later) feel free to let me know!!
hiswar replied to your post: What the shit happened to my theme???
if u go to theme recovery it should fix it !!! tumblr has been being awful w custom html lately : ///
How do I do that?
NEVERMIND. I found it. HOORAY!
bendoverandbiteyourgag asked: cain + pale gold and cream
me planning on doing replies
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53. my muse crying in front of your muse.
I’m okay. I’m fine.
A hopeful l i e. The one they always told. Every single day. In hopes that MAYBE, if they said it enough, it would be true. In truth, they were far from fine. Spencer least of all. And while things hadn’t REALLY been bad lately, it was the c r a c k s that seemed to form over time. Everything that had happened over the years leading to an inevitable BREAK. He just hadn’t expected anyone to be around to witness. Least of all, h e r.
❛ Really, I’m okay. ❜ But he wasn’t. And she knew that. And even all the trust in the world he had in her didn’t help him. He wanted to be S T R O N G. Wanted to be brave like Derek. To hide it all away and hope it would fade. But he wasn’t like them. He was WEAK at heart. And his walls were not as strong as theirs. So in the end, it was a losing battle and he knew it.
One look was all it took. The concern in her eyes. An u n s p o k e n invitation had him moving forward. He said nothing, keeping the silence between them as long, slender arms came to wrap around her. And the moment he felt her WARM embrace, that was when he broke, a choked sob escaping as he curies his face into the curve of her neck, not wanting her to see him break this way.
( SHAWN. )
He rolled his eyes. “I’ve watched Lethal Weapon 3.” Even though that opened with a bomb being disarmed wrong and going off. He knew what NOT to do. Plus he had some basic knowledge of bombs and their kidnappers didn’t look like genii.
His friend moving to try and take him out only made him bounce further away. “I got this, Gus. I’ve got us out of worse things. Like your Aunt Seraphina’s baby shower.”
At this point, Gus was ACTUALLY beginning to fear what Shawn would do. He knew his friend knew n o t h i n g about disarming bombs. He’d proven that TWICE before. If anything HE, himself, knew more about it. Having disarmed one via instructions from it’s maker.
❛ Shawn, STOP. I mean it. ❜ He said, knowing it was pretty much pointless to try and reason with the man when he had a dumb idea in his head like this. ❛ You can’t even disarm a FAKE bomb in a video game, Shawn. Stop screwing around. ❜
( POSSIBLE SUSPECT. )
@thevcid
“ Look, I’m a bit too busy to be dealing with a case right now, so unless it’s something INTERESTING, I suggest heading off to the police.”
Brows furrowed in confusion at the statement, an slight LAUGH forming as he watched her with mild interest. If ONLY she knew just how i r o n i c her suggestion truly was. He didn’t really have to say anything though, instead setting his badge down in front of her and pushing it forward.
❛ SBPD. I have some questions for you. ❜
ofheavensfire replied to your post: When you can’t choose a muse you...
you could try the random generator??
That is actually a good idea. I might do that. My other issue is I don’t have icons for all my muses because I’m L A Z Y.
When you can’t choose a muse you wanna respond with cause they’re all so great???
★ – THE QUEEN MOTHER ;;
“Well dear I won’t lie to you. I did have something that I needed.” She spoke honestly. “And there was no one else I’d rather have with me to help me.” She smirked, “Like it or not darlin, we have history. And yes I may trust you more then I trust the others.” She smiled.. “Don’t tell you’ve not missed me even one wee bit?”
<p>When she heard what he said about her magic, her expression changed to one of terror. “What…No magic?” She said quickly. “No…I cannot be stuck here.” She was actually beginning to panic. I cannot stay here forever.” She tried to breathe. “Those things will kill me.” She paced for a moment. “It’s no wonder those things hate being here…This has to be worse then hell. There has to be a way out.”
<p>”There re portals.” She said quickly. “Portals to above, and portals to hell. Cain darlin. You can’t be happy here. This is hardly the place for either of us.” She forced herself to smile. “Come back with me. You’ll have the chance to start over. Consider it darlin. A normal life. Isn’t that what you’ve always desired?” She asked.
<p> Even if he didn’t plan on going, she was going back. She couldn’t live without her magic. She refused to. “Or at least walk me to the portal.” She smiled. “So we could at least spend a wee bit of time together.” Not only did she wished to spend time with him…This was also for her own safety as well, as she knew she’d now need protection. “Think about it dear.” She said quickly reached out and touching his arm.
It wasn’t exactly something he expected. Her panic, yes, but her DESIRE to have him with her--- well, that was something else entirely. P r o t e c t i o n was what she sought. Just as she had before. He was powerful. Even here there was no limit to his power. Not like hers. He simply had more to offer. Or maybe it was because he wasn’t foolish enough to use it on a single action like she had. The more he thought about it, the more he wondered what exactly she needed from him.
Her touch was almost alarming to him. More so because it had been quite a while since he’d actually had a human interaction such as this. It wasn’t a violent touch, as he was used to. Nor was it a simple exchange. It was t h o u g h t f u l. Almost--- needy. Clinging without grasping.
He watched her quietly, seeing that sheer panic spread and fall away. Almost as if COMFORTED by that small source of warmth he seemed to provide. Clearly there was no escaping the inevitable. He would have to help her. His conscious wouldn’t allow for him to simply LEAVE her there, undefended.
So with a sigh, he glanced away. “Your magic is faded for now. There’s a possibility of s o m e of it returning the longer you wait. A trip through the gate isn’t easy. It requires energy. Energy YOU do not currently possess, since you wasted it coming here.” He paused, glancing down toward her. “I’ll take you to the portal. But, like I said, you’ll have to recover enough strength if you wish to go through it.”
He knew he could get her through on his own. That wasn’t the issue. The issue was deciding if he truly wanted to go back to that world. The world that abandoned him and left him to die. That busy, noisy world. Devoid of the P E A C E he so actively sought.
★ – THE QUEEN MOTHER ;;
She followed him down the wooded path. “Oh I plan to go back, hopefully sooner rather then later dear. Just as soon as I do what I came to do.” She smirked, perhaps calming down a bit. “I’ll be gone before anything else even knows I ’m here if I have my way.” She also couldn’t help but wonder about her magic. However, she’d not say anything yet to him. For she would answer his questions first.
When she heard him mention the Winchester’s she couldn’t help but roll her eyes. “The Winchesters.” She sighed trying not to look annoyed. “It’s always about those bloody Winchester’s isn’t it? You. Fergus…Their angel.” She was clearly getting sick of them. “The Winchester’s believe I’m their personal witch, to use as they please. Because as I’m sure you are aware…Fergus is their personal lapdog. A wee bit disgusting if you ask me.”
“Of course, now they are all concerned with getting rid of the latest monster. And for the moment they’ve had the good sense to leave me alone. Oh and yes.” She smiled. “I did manage to get your mark off Dean. Was quite the little task but I did it Unfortunately that unleashed Amara…But I do suppose that was the price to pay.”
“And in regards to that blade…I have no idea what Fergus has done with the thing. Perhaps we can find out just as soon as we get back.” She smiled brightly. “You didn’t think I’d actually died did you? I came here to rescue you dear.”
C l e a r l y she had a GREAT distaste for the Winchesters. But, of course, what else was new. They were a royal pain, it seemed. At least, to most. Honestly, he’d liked Dean. They had so much in common. Then again, they were distant relatives, so he supposed it was to be expected.
Perking a brow, he stepped back. The mark was gone? And the Darkness had been set free? For SO long he’d lived with that voice in the back of his mind. HER voice. Always angry. Always needing to satisfy that thirst for R E V E N G E. To here that it was GONE--- well, the belief was hardly there. But it DID explain the feeling he’d had. He simply figured it was his separation from the blade. But, perhaps, there was no need for the blade after all. Not that he planned on leaving any time soon.
Cain let out a scoff, shaking his head. “Rescue me?” He questioned, tilting his head. “Honestly Rowena... why would you POSSIBLY even consider that I need rescuing? And... from you, of all people?”
He pulled his arms in, crossing them over his chest as he gazed at her for a moment. “You need me. --That’s what this is about. You have something you WANT and you plan to USE me to get it...” Another scoffed laugh fell as he shook his head once more. “Even IF I agreed, you seem blind to the fact that your magic... is useless here. You’ve WASTED it getting here. You’re stuck, Rowena. There’s no getting out of Purgatory.”
★ -- THE QUEEN MOTHER ;;
The leviathan started inching closer to her. While Rowena kept backing up. Why had she come here? This was foolish. Again, she lifted up her hands to try using magic. “Manete!” She exclaimed. Still however, she found that her magic simply wasn’t working. This was not good.
So this was how she was to meet her end? In purgatory, being eaten alive by leviathan. She quickly moved to cover her eyes. She didn’t wish to see this happening. She couldn’t bare it. However, a second later the leviathan seemed to be backing off. Slowly, she peered out between her fingers, seeing them duck back. What was going on?
Slowly, she removed her hands from her eyes as she watched the last leviathan slip away into the woods. What had just happened? Whatever it was, she couldn’t help but sigh with relief as she now momentarily was safe. That had certainly been a close call. However, she still could not help but wonder why her magic was not working. This could certainly be a cause for fear. If she couldn’t get her magic to work, how could she escape this place…And how would she be able to get him back. There were so many thoughts swirling about in her head, as she turned around, deciding to change directions.
It was at that moment, tha she finally caught sight of him. “Cain.” She said his name, perhaps with a bit of surprise. OF course she had been searching for him. He was the entire reason she was there. But perhaps, she’d not expected to find him so quickly.
“I have never been happier to see you dear.” She sighed with relief, maybe even letting herself smile a bit. However, she might have still been a bit shaken about what happened with the leviathan.
He’d been completely ready to strike if the creatures failed to make the right move. Fortunately, however, he didn’t have to fight. It was something he both enjoyed and hated. What he was, craved blood. craved VIOLENCE. But W H O he was, did not. He had never been made to be this way. To desire bloodshed. It was an impulse. A reaction to the demon inside of him. Something he’d never be able to shake. Not entirely anyways. But thankfully, he didn’t have to deal with it at the moment.
There was a heavy sigh as he pushed himself off of the tree, promptly turning to leave again, now that the witch was safe. However, something inside him had him stopping in his tracks, turning only BRIEFLY to gesture at her to follow before finally speaking.
“Not sure how you got here. Nor do I really care. But you’ve made a terrible mistake coming here. So I suggest you run along and find your way home before anything else catches scent of you and decides to hunt you down.” He made no move to stop, simply trekking onward down the dense forest path. “Though I am curious as to why you are here...”
Finally, he paused, turning toward her for a moment, stepping in. “I’m also curious about what happened with the W i n c h e s t e r s.” He tilted his head, moving in closer, bright blue eyes gazing down into her own. “And my blade, which your SON stole from me.”
ANOTHER Ship Aesthetic by Ruby ;; Cain & Rowena ( for @hellsmother )
★ -- THE QUEEN MOTHER ;;
Purgatory. She’d made it. With a loud burst of light, she fell through the entrance landing on the ground with a hard thud. Slowly, she sat up taking a moment to survey her surroundings. So this was it? With a small smirk, she stood up brushing the debris off her dress. This had been a success, now she knew what she had to do. She had to find him, and escape as quickly as she’d arrived.
She’d made such plans. Plans that required his return. Sighing, she took a second to survey her surroundings. Things certainly looked different then she’d imagined they’d be. For she never imagined Purgatory to look like a forest,devoid of any and all color. Of course, she’d heard talk about Purgatory. But never about the look of it.
Knowing she’d best move quickly, she began to walk through the forest. She was as quiet as could be. For she already knew of what creatures inhabited these woods. Leviathan, and numerous others stuck in the void between heaven and hell. Of course, she knew that there were those there whom wished to cause her harm as well. Monsters, that had gotten in her way over the years and possibly others as well. She wasn’t entirely sure.
She’d only stepped about five feet, when she heard rustling in the bushes. Within seconds, what appeared to be a pack of leviathan came rushng at her. “What on-” Quickly she backed u, raising her hands. “Abite!” However, the spell did not work. “What in the hell-” She said nervously, as the group came closer. “Now lads really…Can we not talk about this?” She said backing up nervously.
He knew it was in his best interest to ignore it. Whatever or whomever had decided to thrust themselves into Purgatory’s treacherous waters was deserving of their fate. They came into this world knowing exactly what it was. And if they came unprepared, well, that was their own faults.
H o w e v e r, there was something about this one. A familiar scent. An aura. He KNEW this person. Someone from his past, which, was something that was surprising. As most of the beings he’d come in contact with ended up dead. Or lost in time somewhere. Cain wasn’t KNOWN for having f r i e n d s after all. But this... this woman. This---witch....
It was in that moment that a sigh slipped from his lips. “Of course...” It hadn’t taken much thought to finally come up with an explanation for the familiarity of this witch. He’d come in contact with very few over the years. And those very few had been reduced to one resilient mother of a demon whom he’d had recent contact with.
R O W E N A --- What in the hell is she doing here?
Reluctantly, he rose up, picking up his blade. It wasn’t the one he’d grown accustom to wielding, but the desire for that blade had diminished long ago. Something he was rather curious about, in fact. Something perhaps she could answer. That was, if she survived long enough.
With what could amount to a moment, he was there, watching as the leviathan approached their prey. And, as expected, the g l i m m e r of bright crimson hair caught his eye. But he did not act, not just yet. Instead he leaned against the tree, watching from behind her as they caught glimpse of him, knowing full well they would run, given the chance. But if they decided to be brave, well, he had something to deal with that as well.
@hellsmother
There was something oddly soothing about it. About this place. P u r g a t o r y. Familiar, almost. Perhaps it was the similarities to the old world. To the world he'd known for so long. Back before the expanse of trees and vacant land were morphed into houses and skyscrapers. No, this was pure. This was the world he knew. The cold but comforting world he was born to. Empty, but not vacant. He wasn't alone. No. There were plenty out there in this dead world. Beasts and beings like him. But at some point he had to ask the question--- w h y?
Why had he come here? Death for a demon meant the end of existence. It was something he CRAVED. Something he had counted on. But instead he had found himself waking up h e r e. In Purgatory. And at first there had been anger. A pure and unbridled RAGE. One he'd taken months to calm. Just as his peace had been interrupted on earth, his peace in death was now interrupted. He'd WANTED to die. Wanted to cease to exist. To be at P E A C E. To be with HER. But God had other plans for him, it seemed. God or Lucifer or whoever else had banished him to this place. What those plans were, he had yet to find out
Months would pass before any come to cross Cain again. He'd made a very clear imprint on the world. Their chaos was soon balanced. They could have their hunts so long as they were away from him. And soon, they came to learn that. And with that, came his peace. ---Until SHE came along...
It was said there were doorways. Portals to and from the outside world. Into Purgatory. Into Hell. He was aware of them. Aware of the fact that the Winchesters had been the ones to use them. Long since closed, however. They didn't matter to him. He had no desire to go back. But apparently, someone had a desire to come through. He'd felt it the moment the portal was open. The moment she dropped into their world. A witch. F a m i l i a r and close by. Still, he made no move to find her. Not yet anyways.
——–Has it ever OCCURRED to you? Have you never MUSED upon the fact that you are living my life in r e v e r s e. My story began when I killed my brother, and that’s where your story will inevitably —— E N D.
1. ) Coheed & Cambria ; Keeping the Blade 2. ) Coheed & Cambria ; Welcome Home 3. ) Lorde ; Everybody Wants to Rule the World 4 ) 32 Leaves ; Blood on my Hands 5. ) Framing Hanley ; Built for Sin 6. ) In Fear and Faith ; Taste of Regret 7. ) The White Birch ; Breathe 8. ) A Perfect Circle ; The Noose 9. ) Hasley ; Gasoline 10. ) Imagine Dragons ; Battlecry 11. ) Laurel ; To the Hills 12. ) Johnny Cash ; Hurt
