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xxwndrlve‌:

“I perfer you call me by name actually.” She said looking at him with a small smile. “Why did you contact me a few months ago?” Angelica asked confused. If he wasn’t planning on telling her who he was then why would he contact her. She was trying her best to remember more about him and just there friendship and everytime she got some flashes of memories she felt a weird feeling that she’s never felt before, trying her best to figure out what the feeling was suddenly she knew. “Oh my god…” She said out loud by accident, for some reason she couldn’t remember a lot but she could remember there was a long time where she liked him. “I’m trying my best to remember you, do you have any other memories you could tell me?” She asked hopeful he would tell her some more stuff.

“..That actually makes sense. Alright then Angel it is.” Damian said with a slight smile, shrugging. “It’s my job to know everything and some researches you’ve made could have attracted the wrong people. I just wanted to let you know.” Your researches made me think you were a monster, and if my people found you you’d be dead, he actually thought. Damian was maybe a man of letters, he had grown learning to hunt only the real monsters, so he still had troubles killing all of them. He remembered having this gun in his hand, molded silver bullet charged in it, at point blank against this shifter’s head. Kill it, his superior had said, and he remembered not willing to, because this shifter was not a monster, because they had never done anything wrong. He remembered another gun firing, the blood splattered on him, the trauma he hadn’t been able to shake off for years, but that he had got to shove down so they wouldn’t know it. Maybe they were the real monsters, but it was their job to be. “Well you were pretty much my best friend. I might have some pictures at home that got brought by whatever put me in this hellhole. If you want?”

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ncttoday‌:

“what the hell?” hope was not typically a person who was taken off guard– more often than not, her heightened senses and active powers meant that she was always in control. so waking up on the empty field had her confused and reeling. green eyes flicked around, looking for someone. “did you see what happened?” she called when she saw a face.

( @shiftinghearts )

Being a hunter and a man of letters, Damian was usually ten steps ahead of everyone, at least when things made sense. Here, at this moment, nothing made sense. He only was confused as for how and when he got here, or what happened for him to stand in the middle of this field with some random girl he didn’t know. “Nah, I’m right in there with you mate.” He admitted with a strong french accent, as he pushed himself up on his feet. “Why is it that I’m not surprised weird shit happens though..”

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xxpattyb‌:

“Cupcake?” She asked looking at him confused. Angelica was trying her best to remember anything while he was telling her about what they did together. When he showed her the tattoo some flashed went through her head as she suddenly rememberd some stuff. Slowly reaching out she took his hand and ran her fingers over the tattoo. “I remember a girl.” She said trying her best to remember stuff. “L-linda was her name. I held her hand while she was getting a tattoo.” Angelica said being a bit confused. “But you weren’t….” She started to say before realising what was going on. “Oh you where Linda.” Angelica said finally getting what she was seeing. The more she said that name the more stuff that came back. “I-I remember crying a lot over her but I don’t know why.” For some reason she had cried a lot over this girl but the reason behind why she was crying she could’t seem to recall.

“You prefer if I call you sweetheart? Sounds less sarcastic though.” Damian scrunched up his nose. He had changed a lot since the last time they had seen each other, and truth be told sometimes Damian couldn’t recognize himself. Where he used to be a nice little boy, he had grown into this sassy, violent hunter that couldn’t control his own rage. That wasn’t supposed to be him. “Yeah, that was me. I wasn’t.. Planning to tell you when you still would’ve remembered me in France. But if that helps you remember who you are..” He took a deep breath, shrugging. Djinn, fucking djinn. There was a time he would’ve said this wasn’t a djinn for the simple reason that Angelica didn’t remember him. But now, all he wished for was for people to forget his name, because they didn’t deserve to have such troubles in their life, because it would mean he was never unforgettable, because it meant he would’ve lived a normal life. And it was all he dreamed for. “Because I left you without warning, I guess.” He admitted, taking a deep breath. “I had to leave the first time because my father sent me away. Boarding school in London,” he lied. Technically, it wasn’t a complete lie, but it wasn’t the complete truth either. “And after he died, and after my sister.. I couldn’t just stand being here and pretending that I was fine. So I left again. I didn’t have the guts to tell you I was leaving so I just did, didn’t contact you again until.. Well, a few months ago.” As he looked back at her, Damian bit his lips and for a second, felt like he was that damn kid again, feeling so weak beside her, for he knew she probably was one of the only people he truly cared for, and most likely the only that could potentially get him hurt. “I’m sorry, you deserved better than this.”

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screndipxty‌:

“Oh.” She simply responds at first, but her eyebrows furrow together as she stares at him for a moment in confusion, nothing seemed to be all that wrong with this place that she has seen. “What do you mean? It’s annoyingly normal if that’s such an issue.” Tammy states with a snort as she sips on her drink. Narrowing her eyes slightly, she hums in agreement. “Yeah, you sound like someone I know, but these cases..I’m assuming that they usually can’t be explained to..other people?” She questions and presses her lips together. “Knock yourself out.”

As he looked back up at her, Damian furrowed his brows slightly. Of course this world was strange. It wasn’t all he ever wished for, but it was close enough to the truth. A place where no one knew him, or his previous name. Where no one could judge, where he could be at peace, but it felt so off. “Do you call people appearing out of thin air normal?” He asked, tilting his head slightly. “Yeah, exactly.” He finally muttered, taking a deep breath. “Okay, um.. Have you experienced anything strange? Weird smells, cold spots, feeling that you should know something but you don’t remember what?”

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d-winchestcr‌:

Staying up late and sleeping in were two of Dean’s favorite things outside women and food of course all right so they were in his top five. Just about everyone else on his team didn’t like working nights so he found himself on night duty pretty often. It had become his favorite time of the day, no one was around and he got to make his own rules and the streets were usually quiet this time of night. The last thing he expected to find was a man strolling through the street, “Hey! Hey you!” He called out, shining his flashlight in his direction as he walked up to him, furrowing his brows at the other addressing him as old man. Dean felt taken aback as he observed the area around him implying surely this guy must be talking to someone else because there is no way in hell he’d consider himself old enough for this man to call him old. When he realized it was him he was referring to, he shined his flashlight in his eyes on purpose scrunching up his face, “Excuse me, old man? Who are you calling old, Tiny?” He questioned offensively as he glared down at him with noticeably judging eyes. The eyes just to get more intense as he noticed the symbol on his hand, telling him all he needed to know as he grabbed at his hand to take a closer look. He’d recognize that symbol anywhere and it would never not be a sore subject for him as he rolled his eyes, “Men of Letters? Frigging figures,” he muttered to himself, taking a breath before letting his hand go, “it’s actually my job to keep the city safe from creeps like you, Chuckles,” using the flashlight to look him over before flashing it on and off his face obnoxiously, “you know there’s a curfew why are YOU out roaming around and you’ve got about ten seconds to give me an excuse better than insomnia.”

Now this man had been calling him, and Damian was only realizing it now. A huff escaped him at his answer to him mentioning he was old. “It’s okay daddy, some people like older guys. My lovers usually appreciate me being short, I don’t feel that insulted.” The last thing Damian had expected was to get blinded by a man that felt too proud to age, a slight groan escaping his lips as he squinted his eyes and looked away. Losing his balance for a second as he felt him grab his hand, the young man raised his eyebrows. “Wow, hey there, moving on quite fast aren’t ya’ buddy?” He asked, teasing more than anything, but the smile that had appeared on his lips disappeared as he heard the mutters. The accent was a simple giveaway and the ounce of sympathy he had in his eyes until now vanished to leave its place to pure murder desire. “Says the American hunter.” He fired back when he mentioned keeping the city safe. “I’m looking for the monsters you and your kind struggle to kill. To do your job.” He stated, taking a step back. “Anyway do I look like I give a shit about your curfew, darling?” He asked, crossing his arms as he looked up to his face. Damn, sometimes he really cursed his whole existence for being this small. That was one thing every surgery in the world wouldn’t fix about his appearance. “But if you wanna play it like that, you’ve also got about ten seconds to give me an excuse better than because I wanted to on the question of why you killed my friends when they came here to help.” Because they had left and he knew, because he still had contacts with Hess until a few years ago, because he used to have updates, but when he had went back to the Men Of Letters’ headquarters, Mick wasn’t here, neither was Arthur, neither was Toni, nor all of the people he used to know. “Who’s the creep now, old man?”

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how do you really feel about Angelica?

“She used to be my friend.” He only answered with a whisper. Surely that wasn’t answering much of the question, and he realized after a second. “I guess there was a time I liked her more than that. But overall she used to be my friend before I screwed up, and I really miss her. That’s just about it.”

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screndipxty‌:

Short heels click on the pavement as light hues scan the area before Tamora crosses the street, she’s in a real need for some sort of caffeine, and she doesn’t hesitate to make her way over to the nearest cafe in hopes of getting something to drink and eat, but when she arrives, the place is strangely packed, and she looks around to see if there’s an event going on, but it doesn’t seem that way and she simply shrugs, making her way to the front as she orders her drink and a blueberry muffin. Once she gets said items, she pouts a little and walks around until she notices a somewhat empty table and she starts to ask if she can sit down, but then he starts talking and she raises an eyebrow in question. “Thank you.” Tammy muses as she sits and places her drink and food down. “What are you working on?” Curiosity always did get the better of her.

Closing one or two books he wasn’t using anymore to leave more space to the young woman, Damian didn’t move his eyes away from the one he was reading however. It was as if there was nothing in books concerning what had happened for him to appear here. Maybe a djinn, he ended up writing down in his notebook, under the few other notes he had taken. “Researches.” He only answered, looking down at his notebook for a second. “I’m trying to figure out what is going on in this city.” He explained finally, and then looked back up at her. “I’m a-..,” silence. Yeah, hunter, I hunt supernatural creatures, you go say that Damian. “Detective. Sort of. I solve cases that make no sense most of the times.” He stated, taking in a deep breath. “Can I ask you some questions to help me?”

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dcpravities‌:

flipping through her spiral notebook to check all the notes she’d previously written - all her co-workers preferred to use their phones, but she enjoyed the nostalgic feel of pen against paper - nancy realized that she still didn’t have enough evidence if this was going to be some sort of breaking story. tapping the pen impatiently against the pad, she paused, looking around before seeing someone who she could ask questions to. “hi, excuse me!” she called out, jogging a few steps forward and tapping them on the shoulder. “i’m a reporter with the washington times, would you mind answering a few questions for me?” giving them a smile, she brushed a piece of hair behind her ear. “it shouldn’t take long, i promise. we’ve just been getting a lot of rumors about people experiencing strange symptoms lately in regards to the city, and i was wondering if you knew anything about it.” 

Damian had never really liked answering questions, most of the time, it was because he couldn’t know the answers, and it pissed him off to try to find a reason why. But the rest of the time, it was also because he liked to tell people to fuck off nicely with a hint of French accent in his words. That was for calling France the country of love when really it was the country of shitheads. However, when this young woman came to him, he didn’t feel like telling her to go away, for he was wondering about the same thing. “Reporter huh? Could I have your name before I answer anything with all my honesty?” He asked with a raise of his eyebrows. “My answers will probably not give you what you’re looking for, but one thing I can guarantee you before you ask anything is that people will be safer if you don’t talk about all weird things that happen here.”

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It was no hunting, not yet. Damian only wanted to walk around this night, to find out if creatures were coming out, not being careful or anything when there was a hunter - and man of letters to add with it - wandering around. Still having his silver knife and pistol on him just in case, the young man was trying to get every street and every part of the city. However, the city seemed big - hell a lot bigger than every french one, what was he thinking doing that walking? - and he was starting to think he wouldn’t find even one person. At least, it was until he crossed that guy’s path. Looking at him up and down, Damian furrowed his brows slightly. It was really late, and in his mind only monsters would go out at this time. “Sup old man.” He started, waving at the other, pretty much certain that the aquarian star on his hand wouldn’t give away who he was to any monster - after all if they knew the men of letters, they wouldn’t walk around the streets, would they? - since anyway no one paid attention to the Men Of Letters symbol. “You also got insomnias or you just like waking up and getting out to walk around at three in the morning?”

@d-winchestcr​

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xxpattyb‌:

When he said her name Angelica really started to freak out. She was trying really hard to try and remember this person but just couldn’t but then how did he know her name. “Uh yeah I am. H-how do you know that?” She asked being really freaked out. “Nice to meet you Damian. Look I’m really sorry but I really don’t know you. And I really am from here. I remember going to school here and playing on the street. I’m really sorry.”

Realizing that if she really didn’t know him she was going to freak out, Damian rolled his eyes and took a deep breath. “Relax cupcake, I know everyone’s name, that kinda’ part of my job.” You’re a bloody waiter, dumbass, a voice in his head reminded him. Well that still works, doesn’t it? “That’s because I know you. We went to school together.” He stated, furrowing his brows as he listened to her and sighed. “Absolutely not. I lived in the South of France for all my chilhood and you were there with me too. Until I left you to go to London.” He explained. Alright, so now he had to tell her who he was entirely, didn’t he? “You came with me to get this done.” He added, taking off his gloves to show the aquarian star tattoo on the back of his hand. “My sister had bailed on me and so you came. My hand was too numb after that and I didn’t stop the door from closing on me in time, I still have a mark on my shoulder from it. I had told our teachers the bruise came from me getting into a fight because I was too ashamed to say I fought a door and the door won.” He tried to make her remember, any part of their friendship really. He wanted her to remember him, so he could tell her he had been doing those researches, so he could try to help her figure things out. “You didn’t know me as what I look like today though but I don’t think that matters much. I’m still the same person.”

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xxpattyb‌:

Sitting in the diner at the table she always sat at. She was just enjoying her book while drinking her coffee when she suddeling heard someone talk to her. Quickly looking up she saw a guy she had never seen before sitting down in front of her saying he knew her. While she had never even seen him. “Um, I’m sorry but I think you’ve confused me with someone else.” She said looking at him confused. “I’ve never been to France. And I’ve lived here my whole life. I don’t know what you are talking about or who you are. Sorry.” Angelica said looking at the other person very confused. She did have a feeling like she had seen him before but the memory was very fuzy and far away.

It wasn’t the words Damian had been expecting. He knew that she wouldn’t recognize him, hell, he had changed since she had last seen him. His hair was shorter than ever before, and he had scars on his chest showing the small part of hell he had got to walk through. But for her not to remember France at all? Something was going on. “No, I’m not confusing you for someone else. You’re Angelica Wilson, right?” He asked, frowning. Now it was something even weirder that was going on. “My apologies, I’m disrespectful, -uh.. You can call me Damian.” Taking in a deep breath, the young man tried to think about something to do, or to say very quick. “You’re not from here. I don’t know what is going on, but you didn’t live your whole life here. We were at school together, and I believe my accent can tell you I am far from being an American’t.”

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Damian had promised himself no researches, and yet here he was, sitting in this cafe with books and coffee - which he hated by the way - surrounding him. The way he had appeared here was weird, too weird, and he thought he had to find out what this was all about. So, he decided to do researches like the men of letters had told him. Thorough, deep and seriously - which he wasn’t all the time, actually almost never which had the beautiful ability to piss off the other men of letters, which actually amused him. As he finally looked up, he got a bit surprised at the woman standing there. “Oh I’m sorry.” He started, moving some of his books away. “You can sit if you want, I didn’t hear what you said. Focused.”

@screndipxty​ (Tamora Mitchell)

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He knew her. He had realized at the moment he had seen her in the dinner, but also before. He remembered knocking on her door, willing to ask questions for he had been doing researches on her, for she might have been involved in something weird, and realizing he knew her, but she wouldn’t recognize him. Angelica Wilson. He still remembered meeting her at school, with his sister by his sides, and befriending her. He still remembered not giving back news once he had left for London the first time, then realizing he liked her and cutting her off when he left the second time. But nothing in his head was making him remember if yes or no he should tell her who he was, and what he had been doing. Shit, wouldn’t she freak out if he told her he knew a lot about her after all those years? So instead, he walked to her, work uniform on. Trying to find out his words, he just took in a deep breath. “I know you.” He just stated, as he sat down in front of her. “I mean you know-you might remember me too, I-I met you back in France. How is it that you appeared here?” How is it that you’re always in the middle of weird stuff?

@xxpattyb​ (Angelica Wilson)

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To say Damian King was annoyed with people, their food and pretty much everything was an understatement. It was only one in the afternoon, and the counter of how many times he had rolled his eyes at something stupid someone had done was already destroying every record. Ready to leave work, the french hunter took off his apron, hanging it in the kitchen before he walked out. Smelling anything other than fries was a relief. Why the hell did people fry everything anyway? Taking a deep breath in, Damian looked around, not having planned anything he was going to do. Maybe he could’ve worked, tried to find a case, but somehow it felt wrong here. He had appeared out of thin air, of course there was something to figure out. Getting on his way to go home, the young man stopped after a few steps, furrowing his brows as he thought he saw someone, and moved closer. He only walked right to him when he saw he wasn’t wrong, and it was indeed him. “Arthur Ketch, well long time no see.” He started in a strong french accent, before he frowned slightly at the realization of something. “Ah right, you probably don’t recognize me. I hope you loved me and my accent enough to have a little idea, however.”

@artxketch​

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Was that MAXENCE DANET-FAUVEL? Oh no no, that was just DAMIAN LINDA KING, an ORIGINAL CHARACTER from SUPERNATURAL. They are TWENTY-FOUR��years old and ARE aware that they are not actually from Washington DC. Too bad they can’t stray from this city for long.

how long has your character been here?   Damian arrived a bit over two months ago. what is your character’s job?   Waiter at a fast food. where has your character been pulled from in their fandom?   Since he isn’t technically in the show, it would be the last one.  has any magic affected your character?    Nope. any other information?     Time for the biography, yes! For people who knew Linda, Damian is basically who she used to be, only her gender and name changed overtime.

Damian King was born under the name Linda King twenty-four years ago in Toulon, France, child of Andrew and Rosemary King and twin of Lenore King. Growing up in a loving family, everything went well until the twins’ six birthday. Possessed by a demon, their mother died under the eyes of Linda, who - hidden - decided he wanted to fight those things. Acknowledging his child’s desires, Andrew taught Linda how to hunt, how to fight and how to properly destroy any monster. However too brutal and violent in his work, Andrew decided to send Linda to the british men of letters. He spent years in London with them, until a day, when he was sixteen, when his father called for help. His time was getting short. Linda heard from his father that he had made a deal to save them from death by drowning ten years before, and before he could get more from this, his father got murdered by hellhounds. During the same year, Lenore got taken away by werewolves. Swearing revenge, Linda decided to go back to the Men Of Letters. Aged seventeen, the hunter started to question his identity, and finally settled down and accepted his transsexuality. While he stayed closeted, he started working onto being himself more than before. Leaving the British Men of Letters only two years later, the hunter didn’t go back, working on fighting monsters while still attempting to transition correctly. At 21 years old, he finally made the change for his name from Linda to Damian and hasn’t been called by his birth name since. He arrived here about two months ago and tries to figure out how to live a normal life here.

++ ; He goes by he/him pronouns as you might get. Fully post-transition, so he got all the surgeries and stuff. Unless a character’s from his past and still probs not bc he changed a lot (or if he really trust them) I don’t think they’ll ever know about the whole transitioning part so pls don’t assume ♥