#this is her supernatural verse

[moonphascs]

@sorrowsick liked this// yan & luanne

the blond had been watching her play all night, had been slowly circling her way towards them. she had a gut feeling all was not as it seems, something about the way she moved, the way she held herself, making her feel not of this world. maybe she was just an extremely ethereal being, a human with perfect composure. she waits until she's leaving the table, whether it's for a moment or for the night, to come up to her. "i was watching you play." low southern drawl. "you're real good at that. my daddy could never play that smooth. he's never been a good liar."

[thevioletcaptain]

I know the ask is about ships but could you make a non ship one with Dean and Carlos from the Winchesters? I can't think of an exact thing for Dean to say, but the first sentence can be what Dean would say for their first meeting. Thank you if you can (*^‿^*)

"I like your hair," Dean says, staring up from where he's clinging to the bottom of Mary's winter coat, and Carlos grins wide when he adds, with all the breathless gravity of a four year old eager to impress their opinions upon a new friend; "It's swooshy and it's pretty like Mommy's hair, and your-- your beads are pretty and shiny and shiny is my favorite color."

"Swooshy and pretty and shiny is exactly what I was going for, so thank you, little buddy."

Even with almost six years between now and the last time he'd seen Mary, Carlos is relieved to find that they still have a good sense of one-another -- can still communicate silently, swiftly, like they used to when it was life or death. He meets her eye, and her face softens, and understanding passes between them before he slides one of his lucky beaded bracelets -- the bloodstone one -- free.

Dean's eyes light up when he takes it.

When he smiles, he looks just like his mother.

[for this askbox game if anyone else wants to send me a prompt]

[strnza]

i  like  the  idea  that  love  incarnate  isn’t  actually  a  supernatural  entity,  but  she  has  an  intangible  pull  of  all  unnatural  /  inhuman  creatures  toward  her.  something  about  the  supernatural,  the  unnatural,  the  unloveable  /  monsters  versus  the  innate  iteration  of  love  incarnate  herself.  maybe  it’s  the  same  soul  attached  to  love  incarnate  being  resurrected  over  the  years  -  maybe  immortal  supernatural  creatures  know  her  before  she  knows  them.  eliza  kardel  and  her  painfully  mortal  +  moral  life  is  nothing  more  than  the  reality  of  being  so  truly  human;  she  is  the  beating,  bleeding  heart  that  vampires,  witches,  werewolves  +  more  find  themselves  drawn  to  because  she  is  love,  no  holds  barred.  regardless,  love  incarnate  is  something  of  a  glowing,  lit  beacon  toward  other  supernatural  creatures  -  she  just  doesn’t  know  it.

[regnismemorias]

"Ooh, so you're here for the real shit, huh?" Sade kissed her teeth, setting aside her tarot cards. She wasn't often graced with anyone who wanted more than a paltry tarot reading or some 'love' spell for an ex who wanted nothing to do with them anymore. Maybe she'd get to use some real magic this time. "First things first," She noted, neck cracking from side to side.

"I don't bring anything back from the dead - that shit gives me the fucking creeps. Second, I won't make anyone fall in love without their consent. Lastly, if you're going to ask about being a millionaire, you should know I fully believe in eating the rich, so." Sade clasped her hands together with a smile. "What can I do for you today?"

Open To: Anyone Plot: Y/M requires a magical service from Sade (a spell, an ingredient, etc.) that goes beyond her normal clientele's needs. Bonus points if Y/M is another supernatural being.

[wisheswagered]

okay i've waited long enough. it's evelyn starter call hours!! like this post for a starter from evelyn, and if you're a multi, please specify if there's a muse you'd prefer it for! <3

[nostomannia]

Cont. @shatteredwastes

Amata raised an eyebrow. "Are you already drunk?" she asked, setting her drink down. "You're free to take my drink if you want, I suppose, but I doubt you'll like it." She didn't really know what Sol's preferences were, admittedly, but a bitter wine with honey to take the edge off likely wasn't everyone's proverbial cup of tea. At least in this era. "Yours looks. Interesting..." She had never seen a fruit like that. What had that blonde woman called it? Cannibalism? Strange name for a fruit. "I'm not sure how I feel about a green fruit like that."

"Green?!"

Solita looked at her kiwi-filled drink in dismay. Too shocked to even keep her voice at a reasonable level, she couldn't help but pout. "My strawberries... They were taken again..."

She sulkily took Amata's drink and took a sip. "'m not very picky, plus alcohol's alcohol." She tilted her head curiously. "This ain't a bad drink, 's more, like, old-fashioned?"

She frowned at the drink full of kiwis and sighed. "...Well, I mean... Kiwi fruit ain't bad, but..." As she set Amata's drink back down, she twirled a piece of her green hair through her fingers. "Y'know... Strawberries are better anyway!"

[storyofwhoiam]

@coveitous continued from here

As Allie stirred, the warmth of the morning sunlight against her skin, a contented smile played on her lips. She blinked her eyes open, greeted by the sight of Yan, who had shifted back but still lingered close, propped up on an elbow.

"Hi yourself," she replied, her voice a low murmur. The teasing touch along her hip drew her smile wider. Allie's gaze ran over Yan's face, revelling in the memory of the night before. Shifting a little so that she was on her side, facing the other woman, Allie's fingers brushed a path along Yan's thigh. "How're you doing?"

[greatcstarcher-arch]

@unbearablyindifferent liked for a starter

kate has always decorated christmas trees for bobby, so of course she offered to help sarah out. though as she decorated, she peeped her head around as her intrusive thoughts won once again, "is sam single?"

[wcnderfulandstrange]

maggie: is loudly anti-monster

also maggie: ends up with a vampire for a bestie, another vampire for a baby daddy, a half-vampire for a kid, and a werewolf for a boyfriend

[aletheialed]

"Umm... Daddy?"

Trucy's expression is the picture of innocence as she stands, hands held carefully behind her back, beaming up at her father with a smile on her face. In other words - she's definitely up to something. She's sure he's very aware of it, too, but it doesn't worry her - after all, Daddy has somewhat of a mischievous streak himself, and she knows that he knows that whatever she's planing is something he'll ultimately be able to handle.

Still, though. That wide smile and those innocent eyes can only speak to one thing - trouble. But it's actually not what one would expect that she wants to talk about today.

"Are you busy? I have something to show you, you see, and it really can't wait!"

@turnabovt ( starter! )

[altrxisme]

Also, got my lil sis to listen to all the released sagas of EPIC and the more I listen the more I'm side-eyeing Jackson bc I'm starting to get Odysseus vibes from him even tho Circe's songs resonate the strongest with him

[instant-angel-chaos]

[ open starter — Ruth DeWitt ]

Open to: all! Mutual and non-mutual, all genders (please be 18+ to interact!)

Connection: any you see fit! Fwb, dating, one night stand etc

Plot: based loosely around this and this vibe — general obsession on her part, being overwhelmed with emotions and not knowing how to deal with it. Maybe your muse has been busy or ignoring her on purpose, your call!

Why on Earth were they not answering? It had been way too long without hearing from them — and just today alone Ruth had been blowing up their phone with calls and messages for hours on end. She needed to see them. Now, not later. Or the consequences may be unpleasant for all parties involved.

Ruth had been lucky enough to find the right people to guide her when she needed it; she learned from early on that sex is what kept her in order most of the time. If she wanted to maintain feeling well it was that or feeding off of souls — she'd rather not do the latter. However, this was exactly why she couldn't go without her share of physical attention for too long. She needed it in order to not spiral completely. It was necessary.

Yet, here the demon sat. On the side of her bed, one leg anxiously bouncing and a phone in her hand. The nails of her other were digging into her palm painfully; elongated and inhumanly tough. Her eyes pooled with red.

[ text ]: answer me

[ text ]: please i need you to take this seriously

[ text ]: i need you

[ text ]: come over

Letting out a frustrated grunt, Ruth tossed her phone to the ground. Her chest heaved, crossing her arms around her figure and folding down the middle as if she had a bad stomach ache. It was much worse than that. She rocked back and forth hopelessly in an effort to ease the rising urges; the demon needed to be satisfied somehow. And she didn't know how long she had before it would overtake her.

[goldpetriichor]

im going to sleep now but hit the ♡ if you'd like a starter from giselle as i'm really feeling a lot of muse for my babygirl rn 😌 multis specify pls!!

[dragonskxn]

"I don't ever recall shaking hands with a fae. At least, not in this life~"

She's good to go for this round, then.

"Never have I ever...gone swimming in the ocean.

...I'm a bad swimmer, to be honest."

@thelittlestdemon

[nostomannia]

Girl's Night || @automaton-otto

Kara leans over and looks at Sol's drink. Unfortunately for Sol, the intrusive cat thoughts won, "Huh, cannibalism. Not bad."

"..Mh?" Solita paused-

Cannibalism? What in the world was she talking about? After staring quizzically for a moment, she glanced down at her drink.

Kiwi.

Her face turned into a scowl before almost slamming her drink on the counter. "...First- Not a kiwi. Second, who's the funny guy who took my damn strawberries?"

[storyofwhoiam]

@qapsiel didn't like for a starter and this wasn't what we talked about but it's what you're getting | 🐟Taking a swim on an uninhabited plot of beach, noticing ripples in the water

Bridget had always found solace in the crashing waves and endless expanse of the ocean. After a long day, her mind could find relaxation in the water. As the sun began its descent, Bridget made her way to the empty stretch of beach near her home. The gentle sound of the waves beckoning.

Clad in a black swimsuit, she stood at the edge of the shoreline. With each step, she waded further into the sea. As Bridget submerged herself, the world above became muted. She swam, allowing her body to slowly find its way back towards the surface.

Bridget's head broke the surface of the water, and she blinked to clear the saltwater from her eyes. Her eyes scanned the beach and noticed the man stood on the shore.