{HIATUS INDEFINITELY}
{HIATUS INDEFINITELY}

{i miss my winter :c}


{holy shit i was just going through my inbox for memories and jfc i didn’t realise how long i’d been following bloodxbound and can’t believe how many good plots i had here

man i miss Piper}


Hiatus Notice

{Mergh. This has been a long time coming, but Piper is going on hiatus for a bit. I don’t know when she’ll be back on, but with only the one thread I can’t sustain her activity with my other blogs too.}


Crossing Paths ||Closed RP||

handmaidenofmoondoor:

absconditusmagia:

She gave him a small smile, still curious. Dean was just about completely different from what she had heard, what little of it she actually paid attention to. Hell, he was nicer than a lot of other hunters, even if a bit more serious. It was understandable, after all.

“Thanks,” Piper replied when he held the door open, glancing around the bar. It was the same scene wherever she went, and honestly it was almost a relief. Almost. “I’m still helping you, Dean. Sort of my fault there’s a mess in the first place,” the young woman pointed out, feeling kind of bad for that. But she’d run on an instinct, and if she hadn’t, it might well be her that was the mess to clean up instead of the vamps. Win some, lose some, right?

Once they were seated in a booth out of the way and the first round was ordered, she regarded the Winchester with a curious expression again. “So, how much of the legends do I get to test today? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, but I don’t want to separate as strangers, either.” Piper smiled, arching a brow slightly. It was probably a good thing she was a hunter, or she might have ended up as a nutcase journalist or something, as much curiosity as she had. Very possibly a cop, though now that one was out of the question.

"Sort of your fault? What do you mean by that?" Dean almost laughed. "Really it’s no big deal. I’m used to doing damage control on my own." He smiled nodding as she passed him. 

"What?" Dean asked a hint of laughter to the question. "Legend?" Of course he was picking up what she was putting down but he could play dumb with the best of them and more often than not get people to believe it too. Dean regarded the waitress as she brought the drinks and picked up his whiskey. "Well, depends sweetheart— What exactly is it you want to know?"  

Taking a drink Dean leaned back in the seat. “There’s not much to know about me. Most of it’s a big lie.” Okay so maybe that was the lie but Dean wasn’t really all that comfortable with divulging tons of information about himself. It was more of a self preservation habit than him being humble but he liked to let people think he was humble if that’s what they chose to believe.

“Well, not counting the fact I was running with them on my tail, there’s the fact I pissed enough of them off to warrant myself a threat,” Piper explained simply with a shrug. That aside, she needed to make sure the nest really was cleaned up, and she wasn’t going to just let Dean do that alone, able hunter or not.

She smiled, watching the Winchester in curious thought as he kicked back in his seat, and she could tell too much prying wouldn’t be appreciated. Of course, that went for any hunter, but a Winchester…well, most others would tell her to run the other direction before the association got her killed. She knew the stories. “Lots of things. But I don’t think you’re a tell-all kind of guy, unless I got my hands on some serious magic, maybe not even then. You really as stubbourn as everyone says?”

Piper knew she shouldn’t be as cavalier as she was being near Dean, but the Lanchester never was one for following rules. She found it hard to believe a lot of what other people said, but after seeing that Sam and Dean had come back from the dead more than once and made the news? Couldn’t exactly say everything was impossible, could she?

“Such a charmer, Dean. I’d heard word about a confident hunter, not a humbled man who tried to dodge questions,” she laughed lightly, taking a drink herself. A little early for alcohol in her normal schedule, but a worthy exception hopefully. A hunter needed all the allies they could get, and even if it got her killed at some point she’d rather be friends with the Winchesters than not.


(I almost regret making that damned meme post.)


My muse shoves yours against the wall and kisses them. What do?

Crossing Paths ||Closed RP||

handmaidenofmoondoor:

absconditusmagia:

Shocker that she didn’t get much of an answer; wasn’t like she necessarily expected one though. Everyone, even fringe hunters, knew that prying too much about a Winchester’s sibling was a bad idea. Which of course was why she asked in the first place; Piper always was one to break the rules.

Still, that didn’t say if he knew Sam was okay or not, which worried her a little, but again that was Piper’s fault, not his. “Okay, won’t pry. I was just…curious. Heard a lot about you two, and I like figuring fact from fiction,” she surrendered easily, not about to push on the subject.

Dean regarded her briefly. “Don’t believe everything you hear. And… thanks.” Prying never got anyone anywhere with him and when someone didn’t jump right onto the bandwagon Dean was always slightly relieved. “People like to talk and half of it isn’t the truth.” Of course three quarters of it was true in Dean’s situation. 

Once they stood in front of the bar Dean pointed “Here?” He questioned pushing the door open. “Couple beers and everything’s better.” Of course Dean knew that a couple was never enough. “I’ve got a clean up job to do still.” 

She gave him a small smile, still curious. Dean was just about completely different from what she had heard, what little of it she actually paid attention to. Hell, he was nicer than a lot of other hunters, even if a bit more serious. It was understandable, after all.

“Thanks,” Piper replied when he held the door open, glancing around the bar. It was the same scene wherever she went, and honestly it was almost a relief. Almost. “I’m still helping you, Dean. Sort of my fault there’s a mess in the first place,” the young woman pointed out, feeling kind of bad for that. But she’d run on an instinct, and if she hadn’t, it might well be her that was the mess to clean up instead of the vamps. Win some, lose some, right?

Once they were seated in a booth out of the way and the first round was ordered, she regarded the Winchester with a curious expression again. “So, how much of the legends do I get to test today? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, but I don’t want to separate as strangers, either.” Piper smiled, arching a brow slightly. It was probably a good thing she was a hunter, or she might have ended up as a nutcase journalist or something, as much curiosity as she had. Very possibly a cop, though now that one was out of the question.


REBLOG IF YOU ARE AN INDIE RP’ER

indierpblogdirectory:

Yup. Another one of these blogs.

I’m going to document as many RP’ers as possible so please help!


dear-indies:

We are creating a giant master-list for Supernatural RP Indies

  • Must be following us
  • Must be an Indie Supernatural RP blog
  • Please reblog, no likes
  • OC’s and Generbent characters may also reblog

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themixedbagofspooky:

spoopy-len-in-a-dress:

riningear:

doryishness:

displaced-angel:

ryedragon:

inritum:

reblog and make a wish!


this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)

OH MY FUCKING GOD, IT’S BACK ON MY DASH.

THIS SHIT WORKS OKAY, I AM DEAD SERIOUS.

The last time I saw this on my dash, I didn’t think it would happen, so jokingly I wished I could go to a fun. concert.

AND GUESS WHAT, I WENT TO A FUCKING FUN. CONCERT.

THIS SHIT WORKS, TRY IT.

YOOOOOOO

I SAW THIS ON MY DASH THE OTHER DAY AND THOUGHT “ITS WORTH A TRY” SO I WISHED I COULD GET A 3DS

LITERALLY LIKE 4 DAYS LATER MY DAD SENT ME A PICTURE OF THE 3DS XL HE BOUGHT FOR ME WHILE I WAS AT SCHOOL

IM STILL FREAKING OUT ABOUT THIS

holy fuck, I didn’t expect this to work, I was like psh, whatever it’s just a quick reblog, but I wished my Dad would actually respond back to me AND HE FUCKING DID A FEW DAYS LATER, I GOT A FUCKING TEXT FROM MY DAD TODAY WHO HASN’T SPOKEN OR RESPONDED TO ME IN MONTHS HOLY FUCK WHAT IS THIS MAGIC IT WORKS. 

I WANTED TO SEE MY BOYFRIEND AND I DIDN’T THINK I’D GET DAYS OFF BUT THIS WEEKEND I’M HEADING UP THERE??? THIS IS CRAZY SHIT 

SO LIKE I JOKINGLY WISHED FOR MY OWN LEN KAGAMINE AND THEN LIKE A WEEK LATER I GOT A LEN NENDOROID??? H ELP

WTF OKAY SO THIS SHOT ACTUALLY WORKS BECAUSE WHEN I WISHED, I HAD WISHED MY CRUSH WOULD LIKE ME BACK AND GUESS WHAT? I HAVE A BOYFRIEND NOW. WHAT THE HELLLLL?????

ok I’ve said this before but IM DOING IT AGAIN THE FIRST TIME I SAW THIS, MY WISH DID COME TRUE SO I REBLOGED AGAIN AND SAID IT IN THE TAGS BUT THEN I WISHED FOR SMTH ELSE AND IT LITERALLY LITERALLY HAPPENED LIKE A COUPLE DAYS LATER WHAT THE HELL SO NOW IM WRITING THIS HERE FOR YOU BC I DONT BELIEVE IN THIS CRAP BUT STILL IT’S AN AWFULLY BIG COINCIDENCE

THE BOY I FELL I LOVE WITH LEFT TO TRAVEL THE OTHER SIDE OF THE WORLD AND HAS BEEN GONE NOW FOR 3 MONTHS. WE HAVENT SPOKEN SINCE BECAUSE I DIDNT WANT TO MAKE HIM FEEL TRAPPED TO ME AND NOT ENJOY HIS TIME SO I WAITED FOR HIM TO CONTACT ME FIRST. I SAW THIS ON A PARTICULARLY LOW DAY WHEN I WAS MISSING HIM SO MUCH I CRIED FROM THE PAIN, GUYS I REALLY LOVE HIM, SO I THOUGHT MEH WHAT THE FUCK, AND WISHED HE WOULD JUST LET ME KNOW HE WAS OKAY.

GUYS.

HE FUCKING CALLED ME 20 MINUTES LATER

20 FUCKNG. MINUTES. LATER.

GOOD THINGS DO HAPPEN. AND ITS IN THIS POST.

I wish for someone to leave something in my ask.

OKAY SO I ASKED FOR A HEDGEHOG AND NOW GUESS WHO HAS A PET HEDGEHOG

UM I DID THIS LIKE SERIOSLY LAST WEEK SOMETHING BASIC AND IT HAPPENED???

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m-a-l-t-a-r-a:

takemewherethewildthingsare:

paint-me-a-butt:

mishassbuttofthelord:

mcdolans:

every single person who reblogs this

every

single

person


will get “doot doot” in their ask box

HOW

I WANT TO KNOW YOUR SECRET

SERIOUSLY THOUGH WHAT ARE YOU

I GOT THIS AND I WAS LIKE WHAT THE 

there are over 128,000 notes and i still got one

how

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i reblogged this less than 2 minutes ago

how the actual 

legit how, in like 30 seconds i got one and this has 500k notesimage


Crossing Paths ||Closed RP||

handmaidenofmoondoor:

absconditusmagia:

She resisted a comment on her name being called ‘cute’, but only out of gratefulness for the assist in not getting killed today. That was one of her goals for each day, to not die on a hunt.

“Well then let me help with that too. I really do feel I owe you for helping me out.” Piper offered, smiling warmly for something so simple as him holding the door open for her. There was hope for guys, yet. “So, question for you, Dean, if you don’t mind my asking.”

She was almost hesitant to pry, having heard the stories about the Winchesters, but curiosity won out. “Where’s your brother? I thought you two were tied together, especially nowadays.” Her tone wasn’t accusative or judgemental, simply…interested. Piper had a thing for asking about personal things though, so she wasn’t about to take offense if he brushed the question off instead of answering.

"Ah you don’t owe me." Dean attempted to wave her off but she really did seem like the type that would insist and Dean to be honest wasn’t sure if he could say no the whole night. Resigned to the fact that if it was brought up again he’d let her buy him one drink Dean shrugged. "Ask away sweetheart." he answered in a matter of fact tone. Most everyone that knew he was a Winchester had at least a question or two for him. 

Of course she had to open with the big question. Where was Sam? The question was a little more complicated than that. “That seems to be the question of the hour.” Dean tossed the answer out hoping that would be the end of it even though he felt like maybe he owed her just a little more of an explanation. “That’s really all I want to say right now.” Of course adding the alcohol wouldn’t change that. Dean had lots of practice with keeping his mouth shut. Especially when whiskey was involved. 

Shocker that she didn’t get much of an answer; wasn’t like she necessarily expected one though. Everyone, even fringe hunters, knew that prying too much about a Winchester’s sibling was a bad idea. Which of course was why she asked in the first place; Piper always was one to break the rules.

Still, that didn’t say if he knew Sam was okay or not, which worried her a little, but again that was Piper’s fault, not his. “Okay, won’t pry. I was just…curious. Heard a lot about you two, and I like figuring fact from fiction,” she surrendered easily, not about to push on the subject.


Crossing Paths ||Closed RP||

handmaidenofmoondoor:

absconditusmagia:

Winchester; her brows went up in surprise, but the smile remained genuine. The young woman had been wondering about the Winchesters for awhile now, but never bothered really looking into anything about them. Mostly because it caused fights with other hunters, and she didn’t need that.

“Piper Lanchester. And yeah, I do; if you weren’t there I probably would have been toast.” she replied, smile widening a little. “You took two vamps down with that gun of yours, Dean. I think ‘hotshot’ is okay, unless you’d rather I call you sweetie or something?” the hunter mused. She may have been on the road for most of her life, but she had picked up more than a few mannerisms from her mom, and Southern monikers was one of them.

"Piper? Cute name." Dean commented. "Ah hotshot works I guess." Laughing he finally pulled his fingers away from the grip of the gun. He could tell there was a glint of recognition in her face when he told her his name. 

A few more minutes of walking and they made it to the bar. Grabbing the door and holding it open Dean smiled. “Wasn’t really expecting the party until later that’s why I was a little ill prepared.” Of course by ill prepared he simply meant that he didn’t have the things on hands to take care of the bodies right away. “I’ll head back that way after this. I’ve gotta get my car and then take care of the… mess.” He debated using another word but in public with big ears he decided that that was the best nondescript word he could use. 

She resisted a comment on her name being called ‘cute’, but only out of gratefulness for the assist in not getting killed today. That was one of her goals for each day, to not die on a hunt.

“Well then let me help with that too. I really do feel I owe you for helping me out.” Piper offered, smiling warmly for something so simple as him holding the door open for her. There was hope for guys, yet. “So, question for you, Dean, if you don’t mind my asking.”

She was almost hesitant to pry, having heard the stories about the Winchesters, but curiosity won out. “Where’s your brother? I thought you two were tied together, especially nowadays.” Her tone wasn’t accusative or judgemental, simply…interested. Piper had a thing for asking about personal things though, so she wasn’t about to take offense if he brushed the question off instead of answering.


absconditusmagia asked:
"How do I look" (long time no talk, hiya :3)

raisedcain:

Put "How do I look?" in my ask for my character's reaction to your muse appearing in a elegant dress or fancy tux

Piper was a pretty girl, built like a hunter ought to be, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t work a fancy dress. Partnered for a rather lengthy hunt dealing with a Pagan god, the two were required to dress up for a gala in order to track the monster. As she walked down the stairs, Dean had to resist making a smart ass, objectifying comment.

“ Gorgeous as ever, sweetheart. ”

Piper beamed at the compliment, admittedly somewhat nervous wearing something so…not related to her usual wardrobe. It was almost always jeans and t-shirts for her, not fancy dresses like this or the heels she had been talked into wearing with it.

"If I trip in these things, I hope I land on you." she smiled, only half-kidding since he had been the one to talk her into wearing these instead of her boots. Which yeah, okay the boots didn’t fit the image, but they were comfortable and she could run in them. She couldn’t very well in these things she was fairly certain.

Tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear, Piper bit on her lower lip as she glanced over Dean’s three-piece suit. They matched in the black outfits, but somehow…the Winchester looked more comfortable than she felt. Maybe that was just nerves. “You look very suave, by the way,” she smiled.


  1. I am completely up to date on SPN so there will be new characters on this blog, but no spoiler gif sets or commentary. Just threads with characters.
  2. I reply inconsistently. Sometimes I just don’t feel like doing anything but be whiny and out of character. But that’s cool because this is my blog.
  3. Please for the love of god do your best to avoid one-liner replies with me. They give so little for me to work with; on Skype it’s fine, but not here.