#character: vince vicente

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[blightedhearts-staff]

A brief introduction to the boys in our game~

[lorei-writes]

Pages from the Calendar, 1892

Theodorus van Gogh x OC (MC?) Theodorus & Arthur - Gen Fic Fluff Humans AU

Written for: Dice be Nice Event Request: @readerinsertfanfiction​ Roll: Theodorus + Detective Work AU + “I trust you.”

I... Went a bit ahead, I suppose. I hope it holds together. The premise is that it happens sorta-of in the real world, but nobody is dead + Arthur and Theo work together.

Content Warnings: pregnancy, self-harm (implied; side character), anxiety (momentary)

“Can you believe it? ‘I trust you’. I trust you my ass, Arthur!” Theodorus exclaimed, hurriedly taking off his coat and tossing the much dreaded hat onto the hanger. Irritation seemingly oozing out of each of his steps, he strode towards the couch, little Z already sitting over it. The piece of furniture sighed dramatically, his back touching onto the green pillows as he lay down, his head soon resting over her lap.

January, 1892

“Can you believe it? ‘I trust you’. I trust you my ass, Arthur!” Theodorus exclaimed, hurriedly taking off his coat and tossing the much dreaded hat onto the hanger. Irritation seemingly oozing out of each of his steps, he strode towards the couch, little Z already sitting over it. The piece of furniture sighed dramatically, his back touching onto the green pillows as he lay down, his head soon resting over her lap. “The case isn’t going quite as planned?” she asked, feeling this certain kind of dissatisfaction might have stretched past the usual mismatch between his and his partner’s preferred ways of handling matters. Theo turning onto his side, her brows knitted together, the tension in his shoulders leading her to believe her worries were indeed founded in the reality. “It’s about Vincent,” he sighed finally. “Has something happened since his last letter?” “No. The culprit is playing us. They left a note, ‘Asylum 1889, van Gogh’s flower time. Await the delivery, ma’am’.”

Silence fell thick between them, Z brushing his hair affectionately. Seemingly lost in thoughts, she stared at the bookcase standing by the wall opposite of her. Her eyes gliding over the various titles, it appeared she searched for something rather than just looked for inspiration, her lips finally parting: “Vince painted irises and sunflowers during that year, didn’t he?” “He did. Sunflowers, irises, rose bushes, lilacs, poppies, ivy over the trees, whole gardens too.”

The world slowed down, words reaching him with a delay. “Floriography.” Theo shot up, his body seemingly materialising before the row of volumes, his hand already reaching for the suggested position. He opened it feverishly, his pupils rushing to follow the neat rows of letters, pages threatening to tear as he turned them. The volume shut nearly as fast as he got to it, his eyes gleaming in a familiar way. “Indeed, Your Royal Canniness!” he spoke, a hint of Arthur’s influence resurfacing, his steps gaining a spring to them – and there he was, on the other side of the room, petting her hair a couple times, only to kiss her forehead and rush to the rack before she managed to protest, the hat returning to its position over his head. “I must catch him before he latches onto any skirt.”

The door closed. Z shook her head, a faint smirk appearing over her face. “I’m sure the hat will scare them away,” she laughed to herself.

Late April, 1892

Aroma of freshly brewed coffee rose into the air. “And this is why you are a Watson to my Holmes, Theo,” Arthur laughed, his eyes crinkling as he set his cup down. “Or much rather, you are watsons, given the latest insight from little Z. Is she doing well? I haven’t talked with her properly since the wedding, I believe…” “Don’t be so triumphant. We still haven’t solved it – and don’t you even think about dragging Z into this.” Theo narrowed his eyes, a server placing a plate of pancakes before him. He dug into it almost immediately, reaching for a pen with his free hand, soon scribbling something over a spare piece of paper. “What do we have so far?” he asked between bites, turning his eyes towards Arthur. “What, my Watson? Well. The flower language used to be quite a craze in the days of youth of our suspects.

“From the start: The Lady X feels threatened, odd letters begin to appear around her mansion. Her husband opts to ignore them, but she nags him to seek a medium. No help came from the underworld, and so, they turn towards us – mere mortal detectives.” Arthur set the cup aside, thus freeing the small plate. He sprinkled some white sugar over it, guiding the particles in place with the spoon handle.

“Act I: The van Gogh clue,” he continued. “On that note, how is Vince? I do know he had a breakdown, but it seems he –” “Vincent is well, he came over to paint the nursery. Can you stick to the subject?” Theo almost barked. Arthur, however, only chuckled at his glares. “Act I: The van Gogh clue. Irises symbolise a message, sunflowers for adoration, lilac for ‘joy of youth’, pink roses for happiness, poppies for consolation-s and ivy for marriage. Nothing too certain, but perhaps a lover of days long passed. We interviewed all the men who once strove to obtain the hand of lovely Lady X. What did we learn through that, my Watson?” Theo shook his head. “Stop calling me that. If you so want a Watson, then finally finish writing up your stories and publish them,” he sighed, his pen stopping for a moment. Nevertheless, it resumed its jittery dance soon enough. “Lady X had quite a number of contestants and few pre-marital affairs.” “Great! But nothing came out of it!

“Act II: The delivery. Mere few days after the first rhododendrons bloomed, few cut off heads of those appear on the doorstep of our lady.” Arthur stopped to take a sip from his cup. He set it down with a clack. “Act III: Our dearest lady is delivered a dried rudbeckia hirta. There is no return address on the envelope. Beware, justice!” Arthur rose his voice, the table trembling as he hit it with an open palm. “What do we do now?” “Wait?” “No, you mutt, we evacuate the lady! Now, let’s go!”

Late April, 1892

The night had already fallen by the time Theodorus set off to return home, the culprit having been captured. As quietly as possible, he turned the key inside the lock, hoping he wouldn’t wake anybody up. Much to his discontent, however, it was futile, dim light of an oil lamp lighting up the narrow corridor. A head of brown hair peaked from inside the living room, the woman rubbing at her eyes. “Theo?” she yawned. “Is everything all –” Z didn’t get a chance to finish, her husband having seemingly been blessed with a gift to transport himself through space at a pace much too great for it to be noticeable. His arms locked around her in an embrace, she listened in to his heartbeat, her hands reaching to pat his back. “An ugly finale?” she asked knowingly, almost wishing she was there with them, like during the ‘good old days’. “An ugly finale,” Theo sighed, pulling back. “You were right. Sunflowers were for haughtiness.” “And who was the culprit? A lover?” “Illegitimate son born from the affair.” Silence fell between them for a moment, an unspoken question taking residence deep within it. Both curious to know and unwilling to find out, Z hesitated, the tension in his muscles alone being rather telling.

A loud thud came from above. Startled, Z sprung up a little, her lips opening to form an ‘o’. “Vincent! He must have fallen asleep on the couch!” she exclaimed, already turning away to hurry up the narrow staircase. Careful as not to slip, they navigated through the dark household, Theo carrying the lamp in one hand and keeping the other over Z’s shoulder to steady her. Z pushed the door to the nursery open, Vicent sitting on the floor, a hand massaging a sore spot over his head. Still somewhat confused, he looked around, blond strands growing conveniently longer on one side, a smudge of blue paint still staining his cheek. “Z? Theo?” he asked absent-mindedly. “I’m sorry, have I woken you up?” “No, not at all, Theo just got back. Are you okay? I must have…” Z trailed off, Theo helping Vincent up. It mattered little to her, however, paint drying over the wall by the cradle, starts seemingly shining over it.

Language of flowers:

*rudbeckia hirta - justice *rhododendron - danger, beware *iris - a message *sunflower - haughtiness/adoration *pink rose - happiness *lilac - joy of youth *poppy - consolation *ivy - marriage

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[according-to-the-laura]

StackedNatural Day 30: 12x02

StackedNatural Masterpost: [x]

October 20, 2021

12x02: Mamma Mia

Written by: Buckleming

Directed by: Thomas J. Wright

Original air date: October 20, 2016

Plot Synopsis:

Dean, Castiel and Mary have a lead on Sam and set out to rescue him. Dean is uncomfortable putting Mary in danger, but she insists on going. Meanwhile, Crowley is tipped off that Lucifer has taken over the body of rock star Vince Vicente.

Features:

Sam continues to be tortured, Dean calls Cas for emotional support, Rowena’s a gold digger and I love it, Rick SpringfieldVince Vincente, Mick Davies, Dean the pie-based caricature of himself strikes again,

My Thoughts:

There are just too many seasons of Supernatural that start with Sam being tortured, but Buckleming love to equate sex with torture and a loss of autonomy so here we are. (Side note: are they, like, good? Should someone check on them?).

I have a hard time taking episodes that feature the British Men of Letters seriously because all I hear in my head the entire time is Nic @weedsinavacantlot yelling the entire time about how much they hate the British.

I generally like Lucifer as an antagonist, but the problem with this show is that every actor they bring in wants to make their mark on the character and so it just makes him wildly inconsistent in a way that makes him feel more like one-off monsters than a nearly series-long recurring villain. Also, I would love if the lore would be consistent on whether or not angels experience the pain of their vessels, because Cas didn’t flinch when he got literally stabbed in the heart in 4x01 Lazarus Rising, but the sulphuric acid worked on an archangel?

Some things I did enjoy: Rowena, any time she’s on screen. The tension between Dean and Mary’s experiences with John Winchester. Dean asking Cas for emotional support. Sam’s first time ever hugging his mom. Mick wanting to be railed by Cas, lol.

Notable Lines:

“ You know when you died, it changed Dad. I mean, he was Hell-bent on finding out what happened. The Hunter life, it just took him over. I guess I was the same.”

“Well, this is my family. My family hunts, you know? It's what we do.”

Laura’s (completely subjective) Episode Rating: 7.0

IMdB Rating: 8.2

In Conclusion: What am I even going to do with my evening on a one-episode day like today?

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[deja-vux]

Status Report 1/2

A/N: You don’t have to read this it’s kinda like an extra blurb of the characters’ case files. If you do read them though you may find hints of plot for future chapters so keep your eyes peeled.👀 Part 2

Name: Yuk-hei "Lucas" Wong (23)

DOB/DOD: January 25/-

Height: 183cm(6'0")

Affiliations: Bantol Cartel, Ky Bantol, Jonny Suh, Lisa Manoban, Mikayla Moreno (deceased), Vince O’Connor, Y/N Vicente

Background: Born in Los Angeles, California. Caught at 14 boosting cars sentence 2 years at Central Juvenile Hall. Current record includes speeding tickets and illegal drag racing. Moved to Tokyo, Japan 2 years after graduating. Returned 3 months later.

Name: Young Ho "Johnny" Suh (23)

DOB/DOD: Feburary 9/-

Height: 185cm (6'1")

Affiliations: Bantol Cartel, Ky Bantol, Lucas Wong,Lisa Manoban, Y/N Vicente, Vince O'Connor, Mikayla Moreno (deceased)

Background: Born in Los Angeles, California. Caught at 14 boosting cars sentence 2 years at Central Juvenile Hall. Current record includes speeding tickets and illegal drag racing.

Name: Lisa Manoban (22)

DOB/DOD: March 27/-

Height: 166.5cm(5′5.6″)

Affiliations: Bantol Cartel, Lucas Wong, Johnny Suh, Vince O’Connor, Y/N Vicente

Background: Born in Miami, Florida. No juvenile criminal record. Current criminal record first degree murder(acquitted and absolved), speeding tickets, and illegal drag racing in both Florida and California where suspect in question currently resides.

Name: Ky Bantol (21)

DOB/DOD: September 15

Height: 169cm (5′5″)

Affiliations: Bantol Cartel (possible), Elijah Bantol, Sebastian Cordova, Lucas Wong, Johnny Suh, Vince O’ Connor, Mikayla Moreno(deceased)

Background: Born in Amsterdam, Netherlands raised in the United States. Global ambassador for GVA enterprises. Daughter of late famous drug king pin Christian Bantol. Youngest of 7. No criminal record. Currently residing in Tokyo, Japan. Last seen entering US borders through LAX.

Name: Elijah Bantol (28)

DOB/DOD: June 21/-

Height: 201cm (6′5″)

Affiliations: Bantol Cartel (possible leader), Sebastian Cordova, Lucas Wong, Johnny Suh, Mikayla Moreno (deceased), Lisa Manoban, Vince O’ Connor

Background: Born in Amsterdam, Netherlands raised in the United States. Owner and CEO of GVA Enterprises. Son of  the late famous drug king pin Christian Bantol. Oldest of 7. No criminal records. Thought to be involved with father’s business after returning from France causing an increase of illegal activity in the area.

Name: Vince O’Connor (24)

DOB/DOD: August 10/-

Height: 178cm (5'8")

Affiliations: Bantol Cartel, Lucas Wong, Johnny Suh, Mikayla Moreno (deceased), Lisa Manoban, Y/N Vicente

Background: Born in Simi Valley, California. Multiple cases of theft and robbery, minor possession of alcohol, juvenile drug possession, and arson. Sentence 1 week at Central Juvenile Hall, 4 months at Central Juvenile Hall, and 30 months at Central Juvenile Hall. Post juvenile record includes speeding tickets, DUIs, and illegal drag racing.

Name: Mikayla Moreno

DOB/DOD: December 31/ April 23 (age at death 20)

Height: 169cm (5′5″)

Affiliations: Bantol Cartel (possible), Ky Bantol (possible), Lucas Wong, Johnny Suh, Vince O’Connor

Background: Born in Tucson, Arizona to a single mother. Moved to Los Angeles at the age of 9 after fathers sudden job promotion. Arrested for boosting car in the LA are at age 14. Sentence 2 years in Central Juvenile Hall. Released reformed with no further criminal record. Moved to Tokyo,Japan  2 years after graduating high school to study abroad. 

Cause of Death: Fatal car accident, possible attempted murder case remains open with no evidence or leads

[luxshine]

OMG.

The person who claims that perennial bitchface is a better actor than Misha was using a Sammifer gift... where “Sam” is doing a perennial bitchface and Sammifer... is acting JUST like Sam. (Condesending, haugthy and doing bitchface #1233)

Seriously, is there ANY scene with “Sammifer” where you can believe that it’s the SAME character that Mark Pellegrino plays? (Same probelm with Gadreel. Talmoth’s angel was a very conflicted, even somewhat simpathetic character. Jared’s Gadreel was... uhm... “flashy eyes and bitchface #1234″)

[vicente-enriquez]

Di Na Muli

Two years later. It takes Ed two years – before he can finally see Greg again. Sequel to the Tubero AU.

 It was in 2018, at a bar gig. No, Ed corrected himself. The music boomed, he felt the hair on the back of his neck rise up. Every beat. Every supersonic little thing. He felt it – the ground beneath his feet. Or how he smelled cigarette smoke.

A baby-faced guy in a white shirt and ripped jeans was hogging the mic now.  From the corner of Ed’s eye, he saw someone take photos of the singer. The music blared louder – and the singer started rapping. The man was on overdrive.

“Your name?”

And so Ed turned. A face. A familiar one. He was still as handsome as ever. His eyes were dark; he wore a cap upside down, a black shirt and ripped jeans. In one hand, he held a DSLR up.

Damn. Yummy.

“Ed. Eh, yung sa ‘yo?” Ed scratched the back of his neck.

“Greg.”

Greg grinned.

They shook hands.

“Ano pakay mo rito, Ed?” Greg asked. His voice was husky. He coughed – a smoker’s cough. “So, isa ka bang millennial na mahilig sa indie scene?”

“Alam mo, itatanong ko rin sana sa iyo yung same thing, eh.”

Rusca laughed. A light one, at that.

“Just covering my best friend’s gig.”

“Ah…”

Ed shied away.

“So… songer siya, no?”

“Di na songer.” Greg laughed. “Singer na siya.”

Ed found himself blushing. Any more moment around this Greg, and he was going on overdrive. Deep inside, he wanted to curse himself. Why was he so marupok?

He hated it.

He was not like this. He would never be like this.  Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

“Mahilig ka rin ba sa OPM, Ed?” Greg asked.

Ed smiled.

“Ah, oo naman.”

Before long, the set ended.

“Greg!”

Ed craned his head – and the ripped jeans-clad singer moved next to Greg. His face, flushed. Eyes, flashing.

“Oy, Vince.”

Ed blushed. Awkward.

Greg raised a brow.

“Ed?”

“… ano yun?”

“I want your number.”

 *

“Binigla mo kasi yung kuya.”

Vince cackled.

The lights were a flurry of red and neon, from across the glass window of Ministop. Greg bit his lip, as Vince got his flavored water, clutching a hint of what seemed to be cigarettes. The two of them took seats.

“Anong masama kung gusto kong manglandi?”

“Nagoyo mo na ata si Kuya.”

Vince twisted the lid of the bottle. His fingers were long. Strong. Calloused, from his years of playing the guitar. Greg watched him, with glassy and heavy eyes. He had grown up, to seeing this kid grow up.

It hit him in the gut.

“Hookup culture things,” Greg pointed out.

“Hookup culture is liberal,” Vince countered. He took more gulps of water. Surely, he must be tired.

“Di ko alam nagiintellectually masturbate ka na pala.”

Vince shrugged. “Di po to intellectual masturbation. Just saying. Dapat kasi nakikinig ka ke Selya pag naguusap tayo, e. Never mind na ex mo siya, ah. Marami siyang sense.”

A phone buzzed to Moira’s You Are My Sunshine. Greg resisted snorting. Vince held up a hand, warily. “Girlfriend ko,” he mouthed.

He put the phone to his ear; Greg tried to look away.

“Mahal?” he asked. “Sige, sunduin kita in a few. Kasama ko kasi si Greg, e. Diyan muna ako matutulog mamayang gabi, diyan sa place mo. Ah, oo, maayos naman gig ko.” He paused. A few laughs in between. “Sige, bilhan kita ng sleeping mask mo.” His cheeks reddened. “Sige. Ingat ka.”

He put the phone down. Fixed his attention back to Greg.

“Hayst. Iba na ang in love,” Greg sighed.

Vince made finger guns. “So? Tulog ako mamaya sa bahay niya. Masaya na ako sa kanya.”

Greg sighed. For all his tendencies to be that friend who was always serious, it was weird to see this kid act goo-goo at the mention of his girlfriend.

“Eh paano pa ikaw!”

“Wag ako, Vicente.”

“E ikaw?” Vince laughed. He eyed a stand on the stall…. Greg followed his gaze. A colorful aisle of what seemed to be… condoms. His ears pinked.

“My wild nights era are over,” declared Greg. “Di na ako tubero, friend.”

“Eh paano yung kanina, ke Ed?”

“It’s a long story.”

“Ikwento mo na. Bata pa ang gabi, friend.”

Greg set his jaw.

“Fine. But don’t laugh at me.” He sighed.

*

Ed turned the volume up on the radio. Whitney Houston’s Where Do Broken Hearts Go blared from it. But truly, where did broken hearts really go?

Itanong na ke Mareng Whitney!

Kung ganun kadali lang, eh. Ed opened the fridge. Took out his ensaymada. Popped it in his mouth. It wasn’t enough to satiate him, just one ensaymada. For tonight, he needed more. Bitin kasi, e.

He cried.

Two years, he thought. Two years, no Greg. Just small memories of the stupid pipes, the stupid flyer, that stupid number.

It was just one encounter, but he couldn’t forget it.

It was Greg. He bit his lip. It definitely was Greg. He needed to see Greg soon. Tell him what he felt. Back then, when Tonyo had fallen for Isabel, they’d all laughed at him, for trying so many things that were so out of his character. But he was in love.

And damn, Ed wanted to take back all his laughter.

He hugged the pillow.

*

“If mahal mo siya, e di mahal mo siya. Ganun yun.” Vince shrugged. Back to his serious demeanor, back to his sensibilities.

He clutched his Watson’s bag, quite tightly. The two of them stood, among blaring watery lights. In the darkness, they heard the screeches of the vehicles.

“I know. I got his number naman, kasi, eh.”

“Good for you.”

Vince chuckled.

Greg felt something tug at his headspace. He had too many worries back then. Surely, now that everything was better, maybe…

His ears were hot.

“Do you think I should call him?”

“Bahala ka.” Vince checked his phone. “Take the first move. Ed needs an explanation. Pinaghintay mo na yung tao nang dalawang taon.”

Greg nodded.

A car paused. Nissan, Livina. The front door opened, and Vince slipped in. Greg inched – to see who was inside.

Yep, it was definitely his girlfriend. Petite, her hair pulled back in a ponytail.

The window screen zoomed down. Vince leaned forward.

“Ayaw mo sumabay samin?”

Greg shook his head.

“Kayong dalawa muna magbonding time. Uwi na siguro ako. Kelangan ko talagang kausapin si Ed e.”

His girlfriend raised a brow. There was a glint to her brown eyes. Oh shit – she looked familiar. One of his ex, Selya’s friends.

Nakakaloka.

“Ayaw mo po talaga?” she insisted.

“Di na talaga, but thanks.”

They drove off.

*

2AM.

Greg dialed in Ed’s number. Two, three rings.

A pick up.

“Hello?”

Ed sounded groggy.

“Hi, it’s me. I want to say I love –“

“Wag mong guluhin tulog ko, putangina mong pakshet ka!”

Greg pressed End Call. He looked down. It was so hard not to feel down, with the reaction. So Ed really rejected him?

He looked at the mirror in front of him.

Damn, no one really loved him, huh.

*

Ed looked at his phone.

Greg.

Shit. 2AM.

*

Ed called him, at 9AM.

“Hello? It’s me, Greg.” Greg was less chipper. He coughed his smoker’s rasp. “Si Ed to, di ba?”

“Oo, it’s me. I wanted to say… sorry kasi minura kita kanina. Ayoko kasing naiistorbo tulog ko e.” Ed sighed. “Pasensya talaga.”

“Really, oks lang. Sobrang… naiintindihan ko.” Greg giggled nervously.

“Wait!”

Ed threw one hand up.

“Ano?” Greg sounded like he got caught off-guard.

“Greg, I know it’s you. Yung tubero…”

“I can explain.”

“Okay?”

“Coffee, sa Sabado. Ministop Maginhawa. Mahabang kwentuhan to. If free ka, ah.”

“Ah, free ako.”

*

Greg looked human, when Ed saw him in Ministop. His hair, combed. A lot better than the Greg he met two years ago.

He sat beside Greg.

“I know we met… nang messed up ako, but I’m better,” Greg began. “Mas ayos na ako, swear.”

“Shh.”

Their eyes met.

“Ano?”

“Greg, I like you. Regardless.”

Greg gaped at him.

*

Greg woke up to the smell of ensaymada from the toaster downstairs. Back to Project 4, it was, he thought fondly. He put on his shirt, and climbed down the stairs.

True enough, Ed was heating some buttered bread slices on the toaster.

“Look,” Ed began. He laughed. “About last night…”

“Yeah, I know.” Greg reddened.

“Tayo na ba?” Ed’s eyes flashed. His cheeks were still flushed from last night.

“Tayo na.”

 END.

[growningupgeek]

Walk Like a Dream

The Darkside, Part 4

Word Count-975

Characters- Reader, Sam, Dean, Castiel, Lucifer!Vince, various demons

Pairing- Sam x Reader

A/N- So I was going to post this last night but I was just so damn tired when I got home from work.  Thanks to @getyourrocksalt for beta reading for me, love you girl!  Tags are below the cut, if you would like on or off my list please drop me an ask or message.

        Winchesters

       To say that Sam was pissed when he woke up was putting it mildly.  Dean let him rant about lost time for a few minutes before pointing out that Sam wouldn’t have been any use to Y/N in his exhausted state.  That shut Sam up, sent him to the car and kept him quiet for the first part of the twenty hour trip to Los Angeles.  They picked up Castiel just outside of Logan.  The first thing he did was try to apologize to Sam for knocking him out like he had.  Sam shot him an epic bitch face that shut him right up.

Las Vegas was in sight before Sam loosened up; actually eating at the diner they stopped at.  Dean breathed a sigh of relief, hoping that now that they had a direction and a chance to find Y/n that Sam was going back to normal.  He was still only speaking when one of them asked a direct question, but that was more because he was studying a satellite view he’d found of Vicente's compound trying to come up with a plan to get her out.  He was still working on it when Dean parked Baby down the road from the house.

Lucifer

       He stared at the monitor, wondering if he should change tactics again.  He couldn’t tell if the woman was close to cracking or not, even after almost three days of nightmares.  Every time she closed her eyes for more than a few minutes he sent dreams to her.  He didn’t know exactly what they were, preferring to let her subconscious supply the details, but they didn’t seem to be working as fast as he wanted.  

       As he thought about what else he could do he felt a familiar presence nearby; another angel, one whose grace was weak.  It could only be Castiel, which meant the Winchester’s.  A snarl crossed his face, they’d found him far sooner than he’d wanted or expected.

       He stalked out of the monitor room calling for the demons who served him here.  They needed to be alert now more than ever.

Reader

       You didn’t sleep much anymore even though your body was screaming for rest.  But every time you closed your eyes the dreams started.  You’d lost count of the number of times Sam had killed or rejected you and the baby. You’d even had a few nightmares about Dean over the last week or so, every one of them ending the same way: rejected or dead.  Eventually, your mind lost the battle with your body and you drifted off, too tired to even register the sounds of fighting from the floors above you.

Winchesters

       Sam and Dean slipped through the hole they’d found in the back fence of the compound.  It was a tight fit for them but it was the only entrance they’d found.  Their plan was simple: Dean would find and destroy the sigils that kept Cas from entering the building while Sam looked for Y/N.  Both would get rid of any demons that got in their way, no questions asked.  The only thing they cared about was getting her back.  The two men shared a look before Dean headed for the upper floor and Sam headed for the basement.  

       It didn’t take Sam long to run into his first demon.  She charged at him but he dodged out of the way and pinned her against the wall with one arm, pressing the tip of his angel blade against her throat.  

       “Where’s Y/N,” he growled.  “I know Lucifer has her hidden here and I want her back.”

       The blond haired vessel’s blue eyes flashed black for just a second, “Not happening, Winchester.  I’m not afraid to die for him.”

       Sam gave her a feral grin. “I never said I was going to kill you.  Have fun with Crowley.”

        Upstairs, Dean found the Enochian glyphs that were keeping Castiel out of the building and destroyed them.  There was a flutter of wings as Cas appeared next to him.

        “Can you sense Y/N,” he asked urgently, splitting up with Sam had never seemed like a good idea to him and he was worried.

        Cas closed his eyes for a minute, searching for Y/N or blank spaces where she might be hidden.  It didn’t take long.

        “Basement, northeast corner.  And they are waiting for Sam,” he told Dean.

        Dean swore and started running with Cas close behind him.  They reached the corner of the basement just in time to see the demons surround Sam, who was shouting an exorcism spell.  Two of the demons smoked out and Dean got another one with Ruby's knife before Cas shouted for them to close their eyes.

    Light so bright they could see it even with their eyes closed filled the small space as Cas let loose, smiting the remaining demons.  As soon as he got the all clear, Sam was picking the lock, he pushed the door and darted inside as soon as he had it open.

        “Y/N,” he called, looking around the dim room.  His heart stopped when he saw her lying on the cot off to the side.  He started across the room, eyes on the still figure afraid that they had found her too late.  When she stirred and rolled over he felt it start up again.  He almost flew to her side and dropped to his knees, one hand brushing her hair out of her face gently.

        “Hey, baby, I need to you wake up,” he said softly.

Reader

        His voice penetrated the deep sleep you’d finally fallen into, a warm whisper in that tone he only used with you.  Slowly your eyes opened and you looked into those familiar kaleidoscope eyes that you loved so much.

And you screamed.

-JediCat

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[tajinfruits]

CHARACTER INTERVIEW!

** repost, don’t reblog !!  

NAME: Vicente Leggio NICKNAME: Vince, Vi, Vincy AGE: 21 SPECIES: Human-Witch

personal.

MORALITY: lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / neutral / evil / true RELIGIOUS BELIEF: Pagan SINS: greed / gluttony / sloth / lust / pride / envy / wrath VIRTUES: chastity / charity / diligence / humility / kindness / patience / justice PRIMARY GOALS IN LIFE: To be one of the most powerful witches there is, gain more knowledge, be stronger. LANGUAGES KNOWN: english, spanish and a couple dead tongues. SECRETS: N/A SAVVIES: he’s good on his rollerblades, plays guitar as well.

physical.

BUILD: scrawny / bony / slender / fit / athletic / curvy / herculean / pudgy / average HEIGHT: 1.80 m WEIGHT: 83 kg SCARS/BIRTHMARKS: a burn on his left side from an incident with a dragon. ABILITIES/POWERS:  Potion Brewing, Spell Casting such as: Astral Projection, Pyrokinesis, Longevity (limited), Telekinesis, Teleportation (limited), Conjuration, Mind Control, Healing. RESTRICTIONS: he can’t heal himself, only others. He can only use longevity spells to remove wrinkles, not to actually live longer.

favourites.

FOOD: Mole DRINK: Hot chocolate PIZZA TOPPING: ..... Pineapple B) COLOUR: Blue MUSIC GENRE: Pretty much anything BOOK GENRE: Fiction MOVIE GENRE: Action SEASON: Winter! CURSE WORD: Any spanish curse word tbh SCENT(S): Coffee, Chocolate

fun stuff.

BOTTOM OR TOP:  Sub/Bottom SINGS IN THE SHOWER: Yesss LIKES BAD PUNS: Making them, not hearing them xD

TAGGED BY: @thenamesallison

TAGGING: @cxrsedlife | @infitixlis | @livcr | @nevermeanttofall

[hickorycreekrp-blog]

Out of Character:

Name/Alias: Cam

Pronouns: She/Her

Age: 24

Timezone: ACST

Face Claim Preferences: Ryan Gosling

Character Basics:

Full Name: Vincent John Haywood

Nicknames/Prefers: Vince

Age: 36

Occupation: Defense Attorney, Kent Firm

Pronouns: He/Him

Gender: Male

Hometown: Brooklyn, New York

Current Neighborhood:  Hickory Square

Highest Education: Juris Doctor, American Bar Association Accreditation

Religion: Agnostic, raised Catholic

Family and Relationships:

Parents: John Heywood (retired construction worker), Margaret Heywood (homemaker/fiction writer)

Siblings: Two younger brothers and a younger sister

Children: N/A

Other: N/A

Pets: A mixed-breed dog named Goose

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Romantic Orientation: Heteroromantic

Marital Status: Single

Personality:

Favorite Film: Raging Bull

Favorite TV Show: Game of Thrones

Favorite Book: To Kill a Mockingbird

Favorite Song: Folsom Prison Blues - Johnny Cash

Favorite Color: Blue

Likes: Red wine, his dog, reading, Disneyland, thunderstorms

Dislikes: Wearing brown, cold pizza, spoilers, missing flights, seagulls

History:

In the early years of his life, things for Vicent Haywood were simple. He grew up in a semi-decent neighborhood in Brooklyn alongside his three younger siblings, his mother – a homemaker and his father – a construction worker. Vince was never considered particularly extraordinary in any manner, his grades were average, he maintained a small group of friends, he played baseball on and off, depending on whether he could priorities it over whatever rock band he was listening to at the time. He has always been light-hearted and good humoured but finds himself consumed when it comes to his passions. He remembers his childhood well, things were simple then. It was during Vince’s early adolescence that his father was killed during an on-site accident. The only victim of the disaster, the company determined that it must have been Mr. Haywood’s fault, despite conflicting reports from his friends and co-workers. Ultimately, no law suit was filed, the family was offered little compensation over the event and would continue life without their breadwinner, husband and father. Vincent became the ‘man of the house’, accepting odd jobs around the neighborhood to help his family’s financial situation, even skipping class on occasion to work though he would never let his mother know that. For years the family struggled to keep their head above the poverty line and frustrated by the failure of justice in his father’s case, one of Vince’s younger brothers became aggressively averse to authority, starting with petty crime and eventually progressing to much worse. Ironically, Vince was in law school when his younger brother was convicted for murder and though Vince had tried desperately to use what legal knowledge he had to bolster his brother’s defense, he couldn’t be saved from his nasty fate. Shaped by this event, Vince pursued criminal law and worked for many years as a defense attorney in New York City. After years of defending the bad guys in most cases, Vince found himself feeling jaded and decided to make the rash decision to move to small town Hickory to clear his mind and to focus on exonerating his brother. At present, he is consistently working on case after case as a defense attorney and spends the spare time that he has researching for his brother’s case. When he doesn’t have his head in a book, Vince enjoys spending time with his mutt Goose at the beach.

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We welcome the following characters into the Cirque family. Under the cut, you will find the full apps of the accepted characters. Please, go over the checklist, refer to this post, and make sure to send in your blog to the main in under 24 hours!

Calliope Hunte [Ashley Moore] played by Eva

Fee Lavrouye [Ruth Negga] played by Marie

Kalila Shain [Gal Gadot] played by Maggie

Olivia Sergeant [Halston Sage] played by Jen

Penelope ‘Penny’ Arden [Shailene Woodley] played by Deja

Sanni Wirtanen [Dakota Fanning] played by Beth

Scout Hallow [Lily Collins] played by Ashleigh

Alexander Blake [Leonardo DiCaprio] played by Matt

Marcellus Leonard Dyer [Bill Skarsgard] played by Ro

Silas Nakamura [Sen Mitsuji] played by Bella

Trevor Dewitt [Logan Lerman] played by Joseph 

Vicente ‘Vince’ Vega [Oscar Isaac] played by Frankie

Connie Stuart [Natalia Dyer] played by Bex

Character Name: Calliope Hunte Age: 28 Gender/Preferred Pronouns: She/her From: Speightstown, Barbados Time in the Cirque: 5 years Faceclaim: Ashley Moore Act or Job: Contortionist

About the Character:

Calliope comes from a long line of Voodoo Queens in Barbados. The practice can be traced several generations before her, and led her to actively practice the religion for her entire life.

She began learning contortion at around eight years old. It was unintentional, as she started out learning traditional dance before realizing her natural hyper-flexibility. Often times, she’d use it to scare her siblings and kids at school .

Calliope often communicated with spirits when she was a teenager, doing it so often she began to view herself as ‘Chosen’. Because of her religious practices, her mother and aunts that she lived with never saw the frequent communication as a threat and often encouraged it.

She joined the circus to flee her gang-ridden hometown at the request of her mother. She wanted Calliope to be as far away from the violence as possible and ushered her away to the circus in the dead of night. Calliope used her unconventional skills as a contortionist to hold her own against other performers.

She has dabbled in aerial silks during her time at the circus, and can often be found practicing her contortion combined with the aerial silks. It’s also a handy way to sneak away and have alone time between her shows.

Character Name: Fee Lavrouye Age: 35 Gender/Preferred Pronouns: female, she/her From: Marseille, France Time in the Cirque: 8 years Faceclaim: Ruth Negga Act or Job: Medic, also helps out with costuming and other misc. tasks

About the Character:

A seamstress in her youth, she became a medic accidentally: four faulty floorboards, five broken bones, no emergency care, and one girl with a needle and thread who could stop the bleeding.

She’s naturally maternal, especially to the acro girls who come to her tent all the time. She loves to chat with them and has become quite the storyteller.

She sings sea shanties, drinking songs, and other nonsense under her breath while she sews.

She has many little siblings back in Marseille, and still writes them all letters, the old fashioned way.

Before joining the Cirque, she made costumes for the Paris Opera Ballet. She left shortly after the medical incident.

Character Name: Kalila Shain Age: Thirty-three. Gender/Preferred Pronouns: Cis female/feminine pronouns From: London, England Time in the Cirque: Four years. Faceclaim: Gal Gadot Act or Job: Medic About the Character:

When Kalila was a child, she wanted to be a unicorn. Once her otherwise very supportive parents convinced her that it simply wasn’t biologically possible, she decided she’d rather be a ballerina instead.

Her dance career was derailed following a car accident as a young adult. She wasn’t too severely injured, and neither were any of her friends who were in the car at the time, but she realized that her body just couldn’t quite rebound the way she needed it to to keep pursuing a career in dance. So, she decided that if she couldn’t be a dancer, she’d be a doctor and fix people’s bodies instead.

Kalila wants to help people. When she danced, it was about providing people with some sort of escape from whatever they were going through, even if it was only for a few hours. Now, she can see someone at their worst and gently pull them back together.

Her career at the circus started not long after she received her medical degree. Something had always itched under her skin, pulling her away from her sheltered upbringing. Travelling with the circus has opened her eyes to new cultures that she might not have otherwise experienced, and opened her ears to the stories of those around her.

Although she’s compassionate with her patients, Kalila absolutely will not hold back if someone isn’t following her medical direction. She tends to be snarky with “repeat offenders” (usually the daredevils) who she thinks end up in the medical office too frequently.

Character Name: Olivia Sergeant Age: 23 Gender/Preferred Pronouns: cisfemale, she/her From: Napa Valley, California Time in the Cirque: two years Faceclaim: Halston Sage Act or Job: tech crew, lighting 

About the Character:

After Olivia dropped out of college and couldn’t find the strength to tell her parents what she’d done, the circus found her. She was on track to graduate and go on to medical school but couldn’t stomach it, and seeing the opportunity for a new life she ran without looking back. She wrote her parents a letter as soon as she was out of town, but is using this time as a form of escape. She’s able to travel the world and think about what she really wanted from her life, all while in good company. Or at least that’s what she tells herself, after two years she feels just as unsure about her future, cementing her place with the troupe for the foreseeable future.

The Sergeants owned a winery and horse ranch. She never wanted for anything, and prior to this had never even held down a real job. It was a shock to her system when she had to suddenly go by someone else’s schedule and learn to budget her money. Even after all this time she can still get caught in a tricky financial situation after she’s spent her entire paycheck without thinking. It hasn’t resulting in any serious trouble yet, but it’s not something that she’s going to get under control any time soon.

Liv comes from a huge family, in terms of birth order she’s number four out of five. She was raised with three brothers and one much older sister, giving her the distinct ‘tomboy’ feeling that every little girl has when she spends all her time roughhousing with her brothers. Even when she was home she was continually lost in the shuffle of different activities, always watching her mother balance schedules and try to get everyone where they needed to be. The circus feels like home to her with all the rushing chaos and people, and she’d never thought she’d say it but thanks to her family she’s learned how to keep her cool and stay organized in this environment.

Originally she was going to sign on as a medic given her education, but there was an opening with the lighting crew and she jumped at the chance to learn a new skill set far away from the one she was running from. At first she was just another crew member but as time has gone on she’s slowly moved up the ranks and likes to think of herself as an assistant to the lighting board operator. When shows are particularly empty she’s even been allowed to run the board a few times- which she absolutely jumps at the chance to do.

She’s horrendous at keeping her own secrets but tries valiantly to keep other people’s. There’s something so genuine and bright about her that it’s hard to get mad even when it’s discovered that she’s spoiled something. She does make a big deal of apologizing, but she doesn’t often try to help clean up the messes she’s made, especially when they don’t directly affect her. A rule of thumb around the circus is not to tell Liv if there’s a surprise party being planned.

Character Name: Penelope “Penny” Arden Age: 25 Gender/Preferred Pronouns: She/Her From: Cartersville, Georgia Time in the Cirque: 4 months Faceclaim: Shailene Woodley Act or Job: Tightrope Walker About the Character:

Penny was a competitive gymnast throughout her adolescence, though she quit after her disgraceful failure in the US Olympic trials.

After her dreams of being an Olympian were crushed, Penelope conformed to the patterns and customs of her small town life. She married her high school sweetheart, worked as a waitress at her family’s restaurant, and almost considered starting a family.

On a whim and a desperate attempt to escape her now suffocating life, Penny ran away to join the circus– something she imagined only angsty teenagers did in old movies, not housewives in their mid-twenties. Surprisingly, though, she still had the talent and flexibility of her younger self and was able to perform well enough to score her place among the other distinguished acts of the Cirque.

Before joining the Cirque, Penny hadn’t travelled any farther than 20 miles from home. Now, she is overjoyed with her new freedom and takes every opportunity to explore the foreign city’s of The Cirque’s world tour. She collects souvenirs from each new location and her caravan is growing cramped with her findings.

Despite - or perhaps because of - her new freedom, Penny doesn’t plan to stay in the Cirque for long and is waiting for the right location where she can run off into the sunset.

Character Name: Sanni Wirtanen Age: 19 Gender/Preferred Pronouns: cis female, she/her pronouns From: Helsinki, Finland Time in the Cirque: 18 years Faceclaim: Dakota Fanning Act or Job: Shadow Theatre About the Character:

Born and raised in the Cirque de la Nuit by two performers from Finland, Sanni has a great relationship with her parents and no regrets about growing up in the circus.

Has tried her hand on mostly every act the circus has to offer but the only thing she is really good at is the trapeze.

Has been playing the accordion since she was five years old. Her accordion is her most prized possession and her favourite pastime.

Instead of becoming a trapeze artist or playing her accordion for the Cirque, Sanni opted to take over the shadow theatre as she finds it’s not as stressful or demanding. Quite picky with who she lets in on her little puppet troupe, she makes most puppets herself, rarely buying premade ones and refusing most gifts. Her stories, successful more often than not, are always improvised and she never bothers practicing them beforehand or writing them down. She only ever performs when she feels like it though.

Due to her parents insisting she gets a university degree, Sanni spent the last year studying economics in Helsinki. She quickly got fed up with how boring and static a student’s life can be though, which is why she ended up abruptly abandoning her studies at the end of her first year and suddenly returning home to the Cirque.

Character Name: Scout Hallow Age: 25 Gender/Preferred Pronouns: female; she/her From: Los Angeles, California Time in the Cirque: 3 years Faceclaim: Lily Collins Act or Job: Daredevil

About the Character: 

Scout’s mother was obsessed with fame and did everything in her power to get Scout to become the star she never could.

But show business is harsh and Scout’s mother was an alcoholic with a pending drug problem. She managed to get Scout a job as backstage at a local show but Scout was too shy to perform herself.

But Scout’s mother quickly spiraled out of control and disappeared one day, leaving Scout to fend for herself. The people at the show took care of her until the show eventually got shut down. At that point, she became homeless and fell into a bad crowd.

Because of her mother’s influence, Scout has an eating disorder that she has had for most of her life. This is due to the fact that Scout has never felt like she was good enough for her mother, being more interested in “boy things” (as her mother put it.)

She eventually discovered the circus and has been a part of it ever since. She had secretly been doing potentially life-threatening acts, which only fueled her eating disorder more. For her audition, Scout perfected these daredevil acts and that is how she got into the circus in the first place.

Character Name: Alexander Blake Age: 36 Gender/Preferred Pronouns: Male From: Stratford Ontario Canada Time in the Cirque: Twenty-one years Faceclaim: Leonardo DiCaprio Act or Job: Puppet Master  About the Character:

Alexander was born in a theatre town, with parents who were both well renowned stage actors. As such, performing has always been a part of his life, but he always felt like he was stuck in the shadow of his parents growing up, and that nothing he ever did would be good enough .

He took up puppeteering in his teens as a way to try and distinguish himself and set himself apart from his family legacy. He quickly discovered that it was his calling.

He ran away from home at the age of fifteen to join the circus (although he lied and claimed to be older at the time) He craved the adventure and excitement that was offered to him, and wanted to escape the pressures of trying to live up to the expectations everyone in his town had for him.

When the circus first arrives in a new town, Alexander will walk around the streets and listen to the sounds of the children playing. What he hears, he will often incorporate into his shows for the duration of the stay in that town. He also has conversations with the children after the show, and encourages them to come back, because he’ll incorporate those conversations into his show the next day.

Alexander was married to another cirque performer named Isabelle for four years, but she left two and half years ago, when a wealthy businessman came to the circus and took a liking to her.

Character Name: Marcellus Leonard Dyer Age: 26 Gender/Preferred Pronouns: Cis male, he/him From: Baltimore, Maryland Time in the Cirque: 2 years Faceclaim: Bill Skarsgard Act or Job: Tech Crew

About the Character:

Marcellus was the product of a rich, married couple that wasn’t suited to be parents of any kind. He was seen and treated more as an object rather than an actual person. His parents were highly abusive emotionally, mentally and physically. Yet, even then, Marcellus hardly acted out or against the way he was treated.

It became a common thing to see Marcellus as the aggressor for a lot of things. Fights and arguments are something he frequents in, but it’s always for a legitimate reason.  

Marcellus has always had a soft spot for children. The childhood he had gone through was terrible, and he hates the thought of coming across another child that has gone, and might still be going, through a similar lifestyle. The quickest way to anger him is when the well-being of a child is toyed or messed with.

He never really considered himself as a traveling man, but when he heard that Cirque de la Nuit was in town he decided to check it out. His curiosity got the better of him and the promise of traveling became too tempting for him to pass up.

He’s still young, but he’s far more insightful and intuitive than most think. Marcellus certainly enjoys several earthly pleasures, but he takes his job seriously.

Character Name: Silas Nakamura Age: 26 Gender/Preferred Pronouns: Cis male, he/him From: Sapporo, Japan + New York, USA Time in the Cirque: 6 years Faceclaim: Sen Mitsuji Act or Job: Catering (Sous-chef)

About the Character:

Silas never knew his father. His mother raised him on the road, where she worked as the Magician’s Assistant for a traveling circus.

He always wanted to be a Daredevil, and his mother encouraged it. He trained for the stunts from a young age, and picked up skills such as knife-throwing and tightrope walking.

Shortly after he turned 18, his dreams were dashed by an accident. He fell off his motorbike and suffered major injury. Silas lost part of his right leg, as well as any hope of becoming a circus performer. After recovering from the accident, he left his mother’s circus.

19-year-old Silas went to New York. There, he lived from pay check to pay check, and became an expert at feeling bad for himself. The Cirque came to town looking to hire a new catering team. Silas didn’t know why, but he applied. They hired him based on his history with the traveling circus.

Over the years, Silas has worked his way up from kitchen boy, and earned himself a reputation for being callous. He easily comes across as moody, bitter and impatient, but those he is close to know him to be caring, dedicated and observant.

Character Name: Trevor Dewitt Age: 25 Gender/Preferred Pronouns: He/Him From: Sydney, Australia Time in the Cirque: 1 Year Faceclaim: Logan Lerman Act or Job: Tiger Tamer

About the Character:

Trevor is from a rich family, but he never talks about them. It’s speculated that he was disowned, although for some reason he still has a constant flow of money coming towards him. Some think that his family is apart of some crime syndicate. Every time someone asks him about his family, he makes something unrealistic up and leaves it at that.

He is extremely laid back, and almost comes off as lazy. Trevor constantly seems like he’s hiding a lot about himself. He holds himself in way that hints at the danger that lurks behind his kind smile. Still, he would rather sit out a fight than participate in one unless he deems it necessary.

He really loves animals, and makes sure the tigers he works with are always cared for properly. He would never harm the creatures and treats them with respect.

Trevor is pretty quiet. Not because he’s shy or anything, he just doesn’t want to put forth the effort of speaking. When he does speak though, his words are heavily accented and are usually dripping with sarcasm.

He has a claw mark on his right cheek from an accident during one of his earlier shows. Of course, he will proudly place the blame on himself when asked about it.

Character Name: Vicente ‘Vince’ Vega Age: 38 Gender/Preferred Pronouns: Male; he/him From: Cleveland, OH, USA Time in the Cirque: 12 years Faceclaim: Oscar Isaac Act or Job: Clown About the Character:

He joined a relatively small circus group when he was 22 in Lima, Ohio until he was scouted by William White of Cirque de la Nuit in Paris when he was 26. Finding the ringmaster’s offers to be appealing, and with a child he has to support, he then joined the group and has been with them since then.

He was 24 and had been touring with his former circus group in Europe when he met a stunning escort after one of his shows. A relationship sparked between them, though it wasn’t anything serious; merely short-lived trysts, however, it resulted into a pregnancy that he found out weeks after they’ve stopped seeing each other, as he had to leave the town.

To ease his conscience, he’s been sending the woman monthly checks to support her raising the child on her own, and has been doing so for the past 14 years. He’s tried, several times, to meet his daughter, Alyssa, whom he’s only been allowed to see pictures of (she bears a striking resemblance to him more than with her mother, a fact that bears a heavy weight in his chest), but has been denied visits from by the woman.

Vince comes from a wealthy family, an owner of several restaurant chains in Cleveland. He’d earned his Bachelor’s Degree in Business from Kent State University, as his parents had wished for him to continue their legacy. However their plans had been foiled when he, on impulse, decided to join the circus that happened to be in town some time after he’d graduated. He hasn’t spoken to them since.

On the cusp of forty and still gallivanting through cities and multiple partners, he takes the time, every now and then, to reflect on his life. Most days, he’s content with where he is, but he can’t help but feel like he’d missed out on a completely different life offered to him by the opportunities well within his reach. He is tinged with regret, though tries subvert the could-have-beens with the applause he receives.

Character Name: Connie Stuart Age: twenty-one Gender/Preferred Pronouns: she/her & they/them From: troy, new york Time in the Cirque: thirteen months Faceclaim: Natalia Dyer Act or Job: Catering About the Character: 

Ask Connie where she’s from and she will lie. Troy, New York, is not real to her – it never was. She was born in New York City, and she will claim that’s where she grew up, not the tiny suburb where she doodled skylines on her window in expo markers. The city’s lights sparkled and reflected the girl’s own ambitions. It was perfect, but it was just a dream.  

Her mother was her inspiration. While they had left the city to live elsewhere, Mrs. Stuart still went back weekly. She delivered wedding cakes to prominent events, and Connie never wanted to do anything but be like her mother. Days were spent in the kitchen, flour clouds abound, and sugar covering every bare inch of skin and every surface on the counter.

She was admitted to Le Cordon Bleu after . They excelled there; they staged at pâtisseries and boulangeries within the Paris city limits, and it was a dream. It was with a reluctance they moved back stateside, but that had been the agreement they had made with her parents. They could go to school in France and have the tuition paid by them, and then they would come back to work with her mother at the event planning and catering business she ran.

It was miserable being stateside. They hated the lack of control, they hated being under her mother’s thumb. They knew they were more talented than their mother and they rubbed that fact in their face every chance they got. They one-upped, and showed off. Finally, they were told they could leave.

Maybe the circus wasn’t the best decision, but they wanted to rebel. They wanted to prove they knew what was best for them. And it was fun, at the very least. They liked moving around, they liked the freedom they had in helping aid with the menus. It was much more their speed. Though they don’t plan on staying there forever, for now it’s enough for them.

[themyriadmen]

Day Twenty One

Who is your character’s guardian deity?

{{ In Character }} ::

Vicente’s lone eye gave an owlish blink.

“... Huh. I’ve honestly never given it much thought. I was not raised to be particularly religious... ah, well, these days I suppose it is safe to call Menphina my matron. She has been kind to me, and I owe her a great deal.”

{{ Out of Character }} ::

Vince’s upbringing wasn’t one filled with theology and deific musings. Nald’thal is worshiped, if that’s even the correct word, in Ul’dah, but the man himself never paid much attention to the teachings. Since marrying into the Moonlight Dew, however, he’s gotten a first hand look at the devout of Menphina, and has slowly become a convert.

[ao3feedsamifer]

Omega Breeder

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2iQ2xei

by alpineshoodratt

The werewolf community lives side by side with humankind.

Alpha, Beta and Omega wolves mate for life and produce offspring after just 10 weeks of pregnancy.

Humans marry and divorce on a whim, taking almost a year to birth new life.

Of course, with enough money, you can have the best of both worlds.

Words: 2082, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Supernatural

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Michael (Supernatural), Lucifer (Vince Vincente), Lucifer (Supernatural), Lucifer, Ezekiel | Gadreel, Ruby (Supernatural)

Relationships: Sam Winchester/Vince Vicente, Lucifer/Sam Winchester, Lucifer & Sam Winchester, Michael & Dean Winchester, Michael/Dean Winchester, Lucifer/Ruby (Supernatural), Ezekiel | Gadreel/Sam Winchester, Ezekiel | Gadreel & Sam Winchester

Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Werebabies, Werewolves, Alternate Universe - Werewolves Are Known, Baby Werewolves, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Mating, Mating Bond, Claiming, Claiming Bites, Mpreg, Dubious Consent, Homosexuality, Breeding, Wolf Puppies, Abduction, Cages, Underage Sex, Victim Sam, Bottom Sam, Top Lucifer, Hurt Sam, Protective Dean Winchester, Betrayal, Partner Betrayal

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2iQ2xei

[ao3feed-gadreel]

Omega Breeder

by alpineshoodratt

The werewolf community lives side by side with humankind.

Alpha, Beta and Omega wolves mate for life and produce offspring after just 10 weeks of pregnancy.

Humans marry and divorce on a whim, taking almost a year to birth new life.

Of course, with enough money, you can have the best of both worlds.

Words: 2082, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Supernatural

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Michael (Supernatural), Lucifer (Vince Vincente), Lucifer (Supernatural), Lucifer, Ezekiel | Gadreel, Ruby (Supernatural)

Relationships: Sam Winchester/Vince Vicente, Lucifer/Sam Winchester, Lucifer & Sam Winchester, Michael & Dean Winchester, Michael/Dean Winchester, Lucifer/Ruby (Supernatural), Ezekiel | Gadreel/Sam Winchester, Ezekiel | Gadreel & Sam Winchester

Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Werebabies, Werewolves, Alternate Universe - Werewolves Are Known, Baby Werewolves, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Mating, Mating Bond, Claiming, Claiming Bites, Mpreg, Dubious Consent, Homosexuality, Breeding, Wolf Puppies, Abduction, Cages, Underage Sex, Victim Sam, Bottom Sam, Top Lucifer, Hurt Sam, Protective Dean Winchester, Betrayal, Partner Betrayal

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[ao3feed-sadreel]

Omega Breeder

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by alpineshoodratt

The werewolf community lives side by side with humankind.

Alpha, Beta and Omega wolves mate for life and produce offspring after just 10 weeks of pregnancy.

Humans marry and divorce on a whim, taking almost a year to birth new life.

Of course, with enough money, you can have the best of both worlds.

Words: 2082, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Supernatural

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Michael (Supernatural), Lucifer (Vince Vincente), Lucifer (Supernatural), Lucifer, Ezekiel | Gadreel, Ruby (Supernatural)

Relationships: Sam Winchester/Vince Vicente, Lucifer/Sam Winchester, Lucifer & Sam Winchester, Michael & Dean Winchester, Michael/Dean Winchester, Lucifer/Ruby (Supernatural), Ezekiel | Gadreel/Sam Winchester, Ezekiel | Gadreel & Sam Winchester

Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Werebabies, Werewolves, Alternate Universe - Werewolves Are Known, Baby Werewolves, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Mating, Mating Bond, Claiming, Claiming Bites, Mpreg, Dubious Consent, Homosexuality, Breeding, Wolf Puppies, Abduction, Cages, Underage Sex, Victim Sam, Bottom Sam, Top Lucifer, Hurt Sam, Protective Dean Winchester, Betrayal, Partner Betrayal

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[themyriadmen]

Day Ten

Can you define a turning point in your character’s life?

{{ In Character }} ::

Vicente’s fingers drummed along the tabletop, a thoughtful hum in his throat.

“I’m sure I could name a few, but truly there are only two that matter. The first may be a bit of a cheat, as it comes in multiple parts, but... well, simply put, Samirah.”

A small, loving smile tugged at the corners of his lips and he shook his head.

“Meeting her. Coming to know her. Playing my part in her freedom. Being together. Each moment a drastic shift in the life I led, the things I had been sure of that then turned to questions. All of it for the better.”

The questioner had to prompt him about the second point, and Vince gave an embarrassed cough at being caught woolgathering.

“That one is very much related to the first, but such its own thing it deserved separation. Becoming a father.”

{{ Out of Character }} ::

Vince’s life has been a series of ups, downs and tone shifts, but the most recent about-faces have certainly been the best. He’s married, has children, a home, a job, friends and family. Things are looking up for the one-eyed elf.