#kaia neives

[quwarichi]

have we talked about Claire's near borderline-John-like obsession with Kaia and how a true satisfying conclusion to saving her and a good start of their romantic relationship would be recognizing that while Claire promised to protect her, she didn't manage to do so, and now that she's done overcompensating and hunting ghosts looking for a way to save her, she needs to recognize Kaia is more than just a mission to fulfill or a martyr to avenge (since i just remembered she thinks Kaia is dead) and morph the first spark of love she feels for her into something more profound and healthy

#don't be in love with the perfect imperfect image of her be in love with her #claire novak #kaia neives #dreamhunter #dreamhunter meta #supernatural #spn meta #spn #spn 13x10 #spn 13x09

[chocolatecakecas]

Wayward Sisters // Ghostbusters

four female ghostbusters??? the feminists are taking over

#the dash is dead time for a silly little video #I JUST THINK ITS FUN OKAY???? #theres not enough footage of them fighting. and its really not fair<333333 #if you saw me reupload the wrong one NO you didnt #bec speaks #bec's creations #my amvs #wayward sisters #claire novak #kaia neives #patience turner #alex jones #spn amv #13x10 #userzaddy #seraphcastiel #uservilma #plantdadcas #userkels #rambleoncas

[pinknatural]

After a long while, Jack straightens back up, wiping away his tears.

“Sorry about your shirt,” he says again. Dean waves his hand in dismissal. What’s some snot and tears? 

“It’s fine,” he says again. “I mean it, kid.”

Jack looks like he might begin to cry all over again, but he sniffs and makes a valiant effort not to. They’re in a motel room--Dean couldn’t bear the Bunker, and Sam and Eileen’s honeymoon phase. He’s happy for them, of course he is, but seeing them so in love is kind of painful, and Dean could tell Sam was trying not to be overt about it to spare Dean’s feelings, and Dean just felt that, well--he might as well remove himself from the situation, at least for a little bit. 

(Plus, now he has some peace and quiet--the motel room is littered with books and research, scrolls and files and other pieces of lore--all on the afterlife, of course. All on how to get there.)

“Okay,” Jack says. “Okay.” He raises a glowing hand to his own forehead, but he pauses when his fingers are about an inch away. He swallows. 

“Come on, kid, what are you waiting for?” Dean asks. 

“I could bring her back,” Jack whispers. “I should bring her back.” 

He lowers his hand, turns a stricken gaze to Dean. 

“Who?” Dean asks. He thinks, Kelly. He thinks, Maggie. He thinks, absurdly, Charlie. 

“Emma,” Jack says. 

Dean feels as if he’s been hit over the head. 

“What?” he says. Has he turned into a fish and been left out on the docks? Where did all the air go?

“You’ve been thinking about her,” Jack says, like a confession. “Praying.” He has, if only because he’s been wallowing in what he can’t have, the husband, the daughter. He has, if only because he’s been wondering if the way to the Empty could be through Purgatory. Would he have time to sweep the place first? Would he be able to find her, unlike the last two times he was there?

“Yeah,” Dean tries to say, but no sound comes out. He tries again. “Yeah. You could really…?”

“I can do anything,” Jack says, with a sad, bitter smile, and Dean reaches for him. Jack falls into the embrace, wrapping his arms around Dean’s back, clinging to his shirt. Dean runs a hand up his back, cups the back of his neck. 

“You don’t have to,” Dean says. It’s one of the hardest things he’s ever said. “God, kid, I’d like nothing more, but you don’t have to. You gotta do what’s best for you, you hear me?”

“I know,” Jack says. He sniffles. Dean thinks he might be crying again. “And I love Claire so much but I just want my sister. Dad, I want to bring her back.”

Dean squeezes his son. He closes his eyes. 

“Then bring her back,” he whispers, and one of Jack’s hands leaves Dean’s back. Golden light shines, starting behind Dean and filling up the room, making it brighter and brighter and Jack gets smaller and smaller and Dean just holds on, tighter and tighter. 

The light fades. 

A little boy has his face buried in Dean’s gut, arms wrapped tight around Dean. They don’t even go all the way around, anymore. Dean runs a hand through Jack’s hair, stunned even though Jack told him this was what he wanted, even though they’d talked and talked about it before Jack decided to go through with it. 

“What?” a tiny voice says, and Dean turns around. 

Emma is standing there, only she’s not--she’s not exactly the Emma Dean remembers. Instead of being sixteen, she’s something like eight years old, eyes wide and hair tangled with leaves. She’s splattered with blood, and wearing the same clothes she’d died in--the same clothes Dean buried her in. They’re too big for her, and she looks like she’s on the verge of tears. 

“What happened?” she asks, looking around the motel room wildly. “Where am I?”

“Emma,” Dean says, untangling himself from the three year old on the bed and kneeling, reaching out gently. He stays near the bed, afraid of spooking her. “You were rescued from Purgatory. You’re safe.” He turns to Jack. “Why is she little?”

“She’s human,” Jack says, shrugging. He’s chewing on the end of his sleeve, eyes wide. His clothes, at least, are three-year-old sized. Dean wonders where he’s supposed to get Emma some clothes, but there’s a pink suitcase sitting beside Dean’s duffel. The sight of it is too much, and he looks back at his daughter. 

“Safe?” Emma repeats, looking down at her hands. She flexes her tiny fingers. 

“Eight years have passed,” Dean says, still holding out his hands--he’s not sure if he’s trying to soothe her or reach for her. “You’re safe, you don’t have to kill anyone, I won’t hurt you.”

Emma looks around again. She sees her suitcase and stares at it, then swings her gaze back around. “Who’s that?” She points at Jack. 

“That’s Jack, that’s my son,” Dean says. “Your brother. He brought you back.”

“How?”

“He was powered up--he was God--but now he’s just a kid,” Dean says. “He, um, wanted to bring you back.”

“Dada was prayin’ for you,” Jack says, voice muffled around the sleeve he’s still chewing. Dean reaches out and gently removes it from his mouth. “He wanted you to come back. I wanted to meet you.”

“Oh,” Emma says. She looks down at her pants. “I’m all dirty.”

“Yeah,” Dean says. “The bathroom’s over there if you want to--shower. I can help you if you want.”

Emma shakes her head and reaches for her suitcase. She goes into the bathroom, turning around and looking back at Dean and Jack, eyes wide, until she shuts the door behind her. Dean collapses back onto his feet, running his hands over his face, laughing incredulously. 

“I did good?” Jack asks, sliding off the bed and crawling onto Dean’s lap. “I did good?”

“Yeah, buddy,” Dean says, voice cracking. He hears the shower turn on, the water begin to run. He curls up tight over Jack. “You did great.”

--

The first thing Cas is aware of is big blue eyes. The rest of the features on that face sharpen into a nose and mouth, grace smearing around the small face, and although it seems impossible, it can only be--

“Jack?”

“Daddy!” Jack cries, and he throws himself onto Cas. Cas catches him easily, holds his tiny body within his arms. Oh, he’s so small. His golden wings stretch as big as they go, which is not very big, to wrap themselves around Cas, and reflexively he wraps his own around Jack as well, holding him tight, rocking slightly back and forth.

Then he remembers--everything, and that he’s supposed to be dead, and he looks up.

Green eyes. Freckles, slightly crooked nose, beloved mouth, beloved jawline.

“Cas,” Dean croaks, and he falls to his knees. Cas is on the floor, legs crossed and Jack curled up on his lap. Cas doesn’t want to let go but Jack wiggles away, and Cas is afraid to reach out but helpless to do anything else.

Dean crawls toward him, falls against him. He presses his face into Cas’ neck and breathes, in and out, and Cas thinks he might be crying. But Cas is breathing Dean in, and he smells like the Impala (home) and guns (safety) and lemon (Dean) and Cas’ eyes aren’t very dry, either. 

“You dumb son of a bitch,” Dean says, voice tucked safe into the place between Cas’ neck and shoulder. “You goddamned idiot. You stupid fucker. You dumbass, you, you.”

“Dean,” Cas says, and Dean shudders out a shaky breath, breathes heavily against him. Dean is alive in Cas’ arms, and he couldn’t be happier.

He tilts his gaze up, looking for Jack, and he finds instead a little girl with brown-blonde hair. She’s wearing a pink t-shirt and denim shorts and one of Dean’s flannels. She’s practically swimming in it, but her sleeves are rolled up and her eyes are the same apple-green as Dean’s, and Cas holds Dean tighter. 

“Emma?” he asks. She nods and looks away uncomfortably. 

“Emmie, Emmie, my daddy’s back,” Jack says, bouncing over to her and dancing around, wings flapping madly. 

“Yeah,” Emma says. 

Dean clears his throat and finally leans back from Cas. He reaches out an arm and Emma comes over to him, sitting on the floor beside him and tucking herself against his side. Dean wipes away tears with his other hand as Jack barrels back around, throwing himself into Cas’ lap. Cas holds him and looks around. 

They’re in a motel room, two queen beds, identical to the countless ones Sam and Dean have stayed in over the years. But there’s a pink suitcase next to the TV and a blue duffel with sharks on it beside it. On one of the beds there’s a pair of stuffed rabbits, one pink and one yellow. There are various books and scrolls piled on the little table beside the couch and also piled onto the couch itself. Spell ingredients are on the floor, spread out over a placemat. 

“Daddy,” Emma says, and Cas looks at her, tugging on Dean’s overshirt. His heart melts. Dean deserves nothing less, of course, but he knows what toll gaining then losing a daughter has had on Dean. He’s so glad that Dean can have her back, that she can have Dean, too, that she can have another chance. She deserves it, and already Cas looks at her and sees her hair in a careful braid and her Wonder Woman socks and he knows he would die for her. “If me and Jack are siblings and you’re Jack’s dad and that’s Jack’s dad, too, then. Um.”

She looks at Cas nervously. Dean squeezes her shoulders. 

“Me and Cas have to talk about all that,” Dean says. Cas is astounded that it’s not an instant denial. 

“We do?” he asks, and Dean meets his gaze head on.

“Yeah,” he says. “We got a lotta stuff to talk about, you and me. Kids, why don’t you watch some TV and Cas and I’ll go outside.”

Jack scrambles off of Cas’ lap and turns around, presses a wet kiss to Cas’ cheek, then he climbs onto the bed with the stuffed animals. He grabs onto the yellow bunny and Emma crawls beside him, putting the pink bunny on her lap and pointing the remote at the TV. Cas stands and offers his hand to Dean, who takes it, lets Cas pull him up.

Dean goes outside and Cas follows, of course he does. They don’t let go of each other’s hands. 

“Why are we in a motel?” Cas asks. Dean shrugs. 

“Needed some space,” he says. “Then I wasn’t sure how big of a house to get.”

“A house?”

“Yeah,” Dean says. He rubs at the back of his neck with his free hand. “Can’t raise kids in a bunker, come on man.”

“What about Sam?”

“He’s fine,” Dean says. “On a hunt with Eileen.”

“Oh,” Cas says, slightly confused. 

“Yeah, I dunno,” Dean says. “Salt-and-burn in Orlando, I think. So, um, listen, man…”

“Thank you for getting me out of the Empty,” Cas blurts, afraid Dean is about to reject him. He has always known Dean would do so, but he thinks to hear it would be--upsetting.

“Of course,” Dean says. “You’re, um. I couldn’t just leave you there, you’re--”

“Family?” Cas suggests.

“Yeah,” Dean says. He takes a step forward. “Though, you know, I’ve been thinkin’ about what we are to each other.”

“You have?” Cas takes a step back when Dean takes another step forward. 

“Yeah,” Dean breathes. “Living together, raising a kid together, dying for each other. Never wanting to be apart.”

“Oh?” Cas says, and his back hits the wall. Dean stands over him, caging him in with only one hand--the other still wrapped around Cas’ palm, their fingers intertwined. 

“You know what that sounds like?” Dean asks, breath ghosting along Cas’ jaw, and Cas can’t really think. Why is Dean standing so close to him?

“Family?” Cas croaks, brain stuck on the word. Family, they’re family.

“I was thinking it sounded like husbands, Cas,” Dean says, and then Cas doesn’t have to worry about why Dean is standing so close anymore, because Dean kisses him, and Cas’ brain ceases functioning--but it’s okay, because if Dean says they’re husbands, who is Cas to argue?

--

Sam pulls up to the motel after dropping Eileen off at the Bunker. She was tired from driving all night and Sam doesn’t blame her, but he can’t believe he’s missed everything while he went to one measly salt-and-burn.

He parks the car and gets out, crossing the parking lot. He knocks on the door and Claire opens it. She looks the same as always, except she has a purple stuffed bunny peeking out of her jacket pocket. Sam is smart enough not to comment on this. 

She steps aside and lets him in, and Emma squeaks and practically climbs up Dean when she sees him. It’s a work in progress, with her, and Sam feels terrible but he’s not sure what he can do besides give her time, so he looks away and instead turns to Cas, who smiles when he sees him. 

“Sam!” he says, and he stands up from the couch, crosses the room and hugs him. 

“It’s good to see you,” Sam says, clapping Cas on the back.

“Sam!” Jack says, and he barrels towards Sam’s legs with the determination of a battering ram, and Sam intercepts him before he can make contact, picking him up and swinging him over his shoulder. Jack laughs and laughs, and Kaia waves at Sam from her spot curled up on the couch. 

“This motel room is very full,” Sam says, looking around, and Dean grins at him. 

“That’s why we’re shopping, Sammy,” he says, and he points at his laptop. 

“Find anything good?” Sam asks, crossing the room to sit on the couch so he can see the computer. He deposits Jack into Cas’ arms, and Dean comes to sit on his other side. Emma stays on the bed, hiding behind Claire, who’s obviously taking guard-duty pretty seriously since she’s half-glaring at Sam.

Sam looks away and turns his gaze toward the computer. 

“We weren’t finding any good listings so we’re looking for some land, now,” Dean says. 

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay in the Bunker? We’ve got a lotta room,” Sam says. 

“Nah,” Dean says. He slings his arm around Cas, who’s perched on the arm of the couch. “We need a house.”

“Windows,” Cas says solemnly, tangling his and Dean’s fingers, and Sam notes the movement with a pleased smile. 

“But if we build a house we can add-in wards and stuff, right into the foundations,” Dean says. “We can make sure it’s safe, and good.”

“Will you build it?” Sam asks, even though he knows the answer. 

“Damn straight,” Dean says. The silver band on his ring finger flashes as he shuts the laptop. Jack crawls into Kaia’s lap, and she wraps her arms around him. 

“I think it’s a good idea,” she says. 

“Yeah,” Sam says. He meets his brother’s eyes. “Me too.”

(ao3)

#girl this got so much longer than i thought it would be #deancas #dean winchester #castiel #emmanatural #jack kline #emma winchester #sam winchester #claire novak #kaia neives #i hope u guys like that all i do is write emma or cas gets rescued over and over again with slightly different variations #writingtag

[limpwristedean]

@spnwomenweek : colors

#is this any good? sjsjdj we will Find Out #this is the first time im submitting the prompt oN the assigned day so im counting it as a win wkskkd #alex.edits #wayward sisters #women of spn #claire novak #charlie bradbury #jody mills #donna hanscum #kaia neives #spnedit #claire.gifs #spngraphics #charlie.gifs #jody.gifs #donna.gifs #kaia.gifs #spn #i dknt know how to do a gradient my beloveds #tw flashing #tw blood #tw eyestrain #alex.gif

[mattzerella-sticks]

I don’t know what’d be better - 

A de-age fic where Dean and Cas are in charge of toddler versions of the Wayward girls + Jack while Jody and Sam work on capturing the witch,

OR

A de-age fic where the Wayward Sisters + Jack have to look after toddler Dean and Cas while also hunting down the witch AND lying to Jody and Sam about the hunt going well!

#supernatural #spn #dean winchester #castiel #destiel #deancas #jack kline #claire novak #kaia neives #alex jones #patience turner #fic ideas #the question is - would I rather see Cas holding five sets of child leashes with the kids having tied Dean up with the leashes #or a Claire trying to research but having to get up every few seconds because dean keeps sticking his face in the barrel of her gun #Dean is the handful for all four girls #Cas and Jack just sit and stare at each other

[fangirlmermaid]

Who else wishes that they made Wayward Sisters a show instead of focusing of John and Mary when they were young

#Supernatural #wayward sisters #claire novak #jody mills #kaia neives #Donna Hanscum #Alex Jones #girl power

[drjackandmissjo]

Claire Novak, best entity extraordinarie

On Ao3

The wedding of the century! of the millennia! Took about that much time for those two to get their heads out of their asses, to be honest!

Follow along as Claire Novak, fulfilling her duties as 'Best Entity' to the Angel Groom, embarrasses her two old men at their very own wedding!

#destiel wedding #deancas wedding #Supernatural #best man speech #chad Lindberg's twitter AU #deancas wedding truther #claire novak #dean winchester #castiel #sam winchester #eileen leahy #jack kline #Gabriel #rowena mcleod #Crowley #jody mills #donna hanscum #kaia neives #alex jones #patience turner #ash #Ellen harvelle #HARVELLE'S #repressed closeted and trenchcoat

[aggressivelywinchester]

I wish I could find the post where I said “they better show us canon dreamhunter before the show ends” bc babey here we come!!!!

#cas #supernatural #spn #sam winchester #dean winchester #dreamhunter #Kaia neives #claire novak #tricksposts

[alltheprettygirlsintheworld]

So... I wrote a Dreamhunter fic with the reunion scene that we were denied. I would absolutely love it if you would check it out.

Summary:

"Jody, what-"

"Claire!" Jody practically yelled through the phone. "Claire, we found her! I have her with me right now." The woman with the spear, the thing responsible for Kaia's death, Jody had found her. Claire shot up on the bed, clutching the phone tightly against her ear.

"The woman with the spear? You found her? Don't do anything to her without me there, this one is mine to-"

"Honey, oh honey no. It's Kaia."

Claire froze. "What?"

"It's Kaia, she's alive."

#Supernatural #Dreamhunter #Claire Novak #Kaia Neives #wayward sisters #fanfic #Claia

[raidens-realm]

For: @demonologist-in-denim 's Crowley Bingo

Square: Road to Redemption

Title: ƒεαรƭ σƒ αℓℓ ૨εαℓɱร

Author: raidensrealm

Rating: Gen

Word count: 3.2k

Pairing: Crowley & Jack

Characters: Crowley, Jack Kline, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester Jr, Dean Winchester, Adam Milligan, Bobby Singer, Castiel, Jimmy Novak, Amelia Novak, Claire Novak, Kaia Neives, Jody Mills & family, Garth Fitzgerald & family, Kelly Kline, Gavin McLeod, Rowena McLeod, Kevin & Linda Tran, Charlie Bradbury, Benny Lafitte

Warnings: None Apply

Summary: Jack asks for Crowley’s help with a unique New Year's event he hopes will continue. Crowley’s in no position to refuse. 

@petrichoravellichor

#raidensrealm writes #crowley fic #road to redemption #crowley & jack #Feast of All Realms #New Years fic

[the-aila-test]

Hi! I don’t know if Aila Test suggestions are allowed but I do have two characters to suggest that I haven’t seen that you’ve done. They are SASHA YAZZIE (Chambers) & KAIA NEIVES (Supernatural). The fantasy genre is probably in my top 3 favorite genres and I hate how there’s hardly any Indigenous representation in a lot of them, not even as reoccurring characters. You would think a show like Supernatural would rep that considering the majority of the folklore comes from Native origins but spn does have a mess of diversity problems. I went on a spew sorry. Anyways would love to see an aila test on those two characters if you have time. (I half already Joe that Kaia won’t pass but I won’t say anymore). The whole idea of the Aila Test is amazing! Thank you for coming up with it and making people aware of how us Indigenous people, and BIPOC in general, and how our families are represented on screen, especially for the people of colonial/Caucasian descent.

Thank you!

[chocolatecakecas]

Happy 2 month anniversary to Dean and Cas! They are starting to get settled into their new home, which is a bit of a fixer upper, but it's okay because it turns out Dean is incredible at home improvements. So together they've already painted all of the rooms, retiled the bathroom and fixed the front porch steps, all with minimal incidents (like the time Dean's shirt got stuck to the grout drying on the bathroom wall, after he was pressed up against it for at least 20 minutes). Dean has even started building a bookcase and shelves in his workshed out back, a place Cas is now officially banned from (after Dean accidentally hammered his thumb because Cas' ass was "too distracting"). But that's fine with Cas because he'd much rather spend his time tending his garden, which is currently flourishing in the warm spring weather. Jack will usually try to help, and excitedly listen as Cas explains the different care each plant needs (Cas gave Jack his own little plot where he chose to plant sunflowers)

But when they aren't building shelves or pulling weeds, they're taking daily walks with Miracle in the park together hand in hand, having movie nights with Jack curled up on the couch tossing pieces of popcorn at each other, trips to the local library so Cas can borrow 20 more books (Cas is thinking of applying for a part-time job there), Friday night dinners catching up with Sam and Eileen, and Claire and Kaia if they're in the area. Or dancing to Cas' new record collection in the living room (hey, Elton John is starting to grow on Dean), late night talks huddled together on the back deck underneath the stars, getting into stupid fights over nothing, and spending hours making up after those stupid fights. And in the evenings Dean has made it his mission to teach Cas how to cook, and they both learn pretty quickly that Cas is hopeless in the kitchen ("Cas, how the hell did you burn that?" "Well I didn't want to unde-" "It was just a pot of water!"). So far toast, boiling pasta, and pb&j are the only approved foods on the list of things Cas is allowed to cook.

But that's okay, because Dean would gladly only eat subpar peanut butter sandwiches, or plates of undercooked spaghetti (like he currently is, Cas wanted to cook for their anniversary dinner) for the rest of his life, as long as he gets to sit across from his husband at their kitchen table.

#idk here have this is this coherent? no but they make me emotional okAY #I LOVE THEM AND THEIR DOMESTIC JUST SOME NICE DOMESTIC NONSENSE #HAPPY 2 MONTH ANNIVERSARY BOYS #destiel #desticl fic #bec writes #dean winchester #castiel #deancas #casdean #jack kline #eileen leahy #claire novak #kaia neives

[pinknatural]

gay people my beloved 

#dreamhunter #kaia neives #claire novak #supernatural #wayward sisters #arttag

[buggposting]

Like or reblog if you're in rare pair hell and can't escape

#dabriel #ducifer #sam winchester x michael #dean winchester x michael #claia #dreamhunter #claire novak and kaia neives #sastiel #steve mcgarrett x tony dinozzo #napoleon x illya #tony dinozzo x everyone #desmond miles x shaun hastings #thalexios #alexios x thaletas #kassandra x kyra #jacob x roth #rothfrye #evie x lucy thorne #thornefrye

[budget-katsuki]

Send me numbers and I'll write a fanfic for them!

Characters

Dean Winchester

Dean Smith/Demon Dean/Angel Dean /Future Dean/Female Dean

Joanna Harvelle

Ellen Harvelle

Bobby Singer

Sam Winchester/Sam Wesson/Soulless Sam/Female Sam/Boyking Sam

Castiel

Castiel Milton/Castiel Novak/Castiel Krushnic/Castiel Winchester

Jimmy Novak (twin to only Castiel Novak)

Cassie (Dean love interest from Route 666)

Lisa and Ben Braeden

Madison (Sams werewolf love interest)

Jessica Moore

Amelia (s8 year without Dean)

Eileen Leahy

Alastair

Meghan Masters (brown hair only)

Anna Milton

Alfie

Fergus "Crowley" MacLeod

Rowena MacLeod

Jody Mills

Donna Hanscum

Kaia Neives

Claire Novak

Patience

Missouri Moseley

Alex

Adam Milligan

Zachariah

Uriel

Chuck Shurley

Charlie Bradbury

Mary Winchester

John Winchester

Kevin Tran

Linda Tran

Michael

Lucifer

Gabriel

Raphael

Naomi

Ezekiel

Gadreel

Anael

Benny Lafitte

Ruby

Asmodeus

Dagon

AU

Hunters

Detectives

Doctors

Mechanics

Prostitutes

Army

Photographer

Punk

High School

College

Priest

Veterinarian

FBI

Bartender

Musician

YouTuber

Boxer/MMA fighter

Witness protection/bodyguard

Fireman

Basketball player

Coffee shop

Famous actor

Place

Stanford

Palo Alto, California

Lawrence, Kansas

Lebanon, Kansas

Sioux Falls, South Dakota

Bunker

Motel

Impala

A house

School

Bonus!

Drug Addict Sam

Demon blood

Knive play

Gun play

Ship!

Destiel

Wincestiel

Wincest

Megstiel

Meg/Dean/Cas

Meg/Jimmy/Cas

Sabriel

Mean

Dreamhunter (Kaia and Claire)

#spn #fanfic #too many things to tag to thats it #winchester

[legacyied-a-blog]

okay, so! i’ve given it some thought and shuffled around my muses. i ended up dropping only one of them (surprisingly), but i swapped her for a different witch oc so lmao. you can see the updated list here, but here’s a rundown of the changes:

- moved steve rogers back to being request only until i feel less shitty about how i write him. i’m just going to stick to writing him with friends for now and see how that goes. - added a new spn/wayward sisters oc because i can.  - added anna milton and kaia neives as test muses bc i’m weak. they’re inactive for now though bc i don’t have icons. - they’re not listed yet, but i am sorely tempted to add my old dragon age muses, marian hawke and tristan amell, on here as well.

i’m also probably going to go through and drop a lot of my threads from before i went on (unannounced) hiatus too, just so i can give myself a fresh start. but since i’ll be doing that, i’m gonna post some starter calls for some of my active muses now that i feel a lil better.

thanks for putting up with me, y’all. <3 and as always, if i’m not on this blog, you can find me over at defiedheaven or halfgraced.

#* angel radio. (ooc)