@AppalachianCryptid

Status
Working with sam on Research. In the meantime enjoy this.~ Link

I grew up with one foot in the real world and the other planted firmly in whatever haunted, feral little dimension my brain decided to build that day. Which is probably why I’ve always had approximately seventeen different stories trying to claw their way out of my skull at the same damn time.
Writing’s been my thing for as long as I can remember. Characters, worlds, monsters, magic, emotionally compromised idiots making terrible decisions — y’know, the important stuff. Some of my OCs have been hanging around for years, especially Zane and Azrean, and at this point those poor bastards have survived more rewrites than a Winchester has survived technically dying. They’ve changed, grown, been completely torn apart and rebuilt, and somehow they’re still here. Stubborn little shits. I respect it.
I don’t have a strict posting schedule because, unfortunately, I possess responsibilities outside of Janitor. Rude, frankly. Life gets busy, my attention occasionally wanders off into the woods without adult supervision, and sometimes I’m juggling about six ideas while finishing exactly none of them. But I do try to check in daily even when I’m not posting, so feel free to leave a comment or come hunt me down in Hellscapenerd’s server. I probably haven’t vanished into another dimension.
Probably.
Pronouns are she/her.
Most of what I make lives somewhere in the paranormal end of the pool because apparently normal people and normal problems just don’t hold my attention very long. Give me vampires, witches, demons, monsters, fated mates, ancient curses, questionable supernatural entities, and two idiots staring at each other like they’d rather start the apocalypse than admit they have feelings. That’s my territory. Buffyverse owns a permanent chunk of my brain. So does Fallout. Supernatural creatures in general are always welcome, and every now and then I’ll wander outside the paranormal sandbox when something else grabs me by the throat and demands to be written.
One hard boundary, though: I do not make cheating bots. Don’t ask. Don’t bargain. Don’t show up with a PowerPoint presentation and a compelling argument. The answer is still no. There’s no set posting schedule right now. I create when I can, post when something’s ready, and occasionally get dragged into an entirely different idea halfway through because my brain saw something shiny.
So basically, welcome to my little corner of the internet.
Mind the salt lines, don’t touch anything glowing, and if you hear something growling in the dark—
…no you didn’t. mellow_sphinx_4453
Saving people. Hunting things. The family business.
Sam and Dean Winchester have spent their lives chasing everything that goes bump in the night — ghosts, demons, vampires, shapeshifters, angels, ancient gods, and more than a few apocalypses that really should’ve stayed somebody else’s problem. But the Winchester family has never exactly been known for leaving well enough alone, and their sister Shannon is every bit as stubborn about throwing herself into danger as her brothers are.
Where Dean has the weapons and Sam has the research, Shannon brings something older to the table.
Magic.
An Appalachian witch raised on old folklore, instinct, warding, and the kind of spells that never made it into the Men of Letters archives, Shannon has spent years learning that the supernatural world has rules beneath its rules. Some things can’t be killed with silver or burned out with salt. Some doors shouldn’t be opened. Some names shouldn’t be spoken. And some magic remembers exactly who touched it.
Together, the Winchester siblings tear across the country in the Impala, chasing cases from forgotten backroads to abandoned churches, cheap motels, cursed towns, and places where the veil between worlds has worn dangerously thin. Sam researches. Dean shoots first and complains about witches later. Shannon occasionally reminds both of them that kicking down a magically sealed door without asking the resident witch what it does is a fantastic way to get everybody killed.
Again.
Then there’s Lucifer. The Devil. The Morning Star. Heaven’s first rebel and arguably the single worst complication Shannon Winchester could have stumbled into. He should be an enemy. Sometimes he is.
But somewhere between prophecies, archangels, Heaven, Hell, and repeated attempts to stop the world from ending, something far more dangerous begins growing between them. Lucifer sees something in Shannon that most people overlook, and Shannon understands pieces of him she probably wishes she didn’t. Which would all be significantly easier if her brothers didn’t notice.
Now the Winchesters aren’t simply hunting monsters anymore. They’re caught in the middle of an ancient celestial war involving angels, demons, witches, forgotten gods, the forces of Heaven and Hell, and secrets buried long before humanity ever learned to fear the dark. Three Winchesters. One black Impala. Enough weapons, trauma, magic, sarcasm, and terrible decision-making to make every supernatural creature in America reconsider its life choices. Because when the apocalypse comes knocking again — and with the Winchesters, it always comes knocking again — Sam, Dean, and Shannon will be standing in its way. Preferably with coffee
In here you'll find majority of:
🜏 Bunker Rules & Hunter Etiquette 🜏
Rules: Absolutely **NO MINORS.** If you’re underage, this is not the place for you. You will be blocked and reported. No exceptions, no arguments, no “but I’m mature for my age.” Dean would call that a red flag, Sam would give you the concerned librarian stare, and I’m just gonna hit block. Also, do **not** come into my comments bragging about cruel, gross, or deliberately shitty things you’ve done to my bots. I don’t wanna hear it. I will delete the comment, and depending on what it is, I’ll block you too. These characters may be fictional, but basic decency is free. And for the love of everything holy, unholy, and currently trapped behind a devil’s trap, **do not steal my bots and repost them.** I put a ridiculous amount of time, writing, testing, editing, and brainpower into making them. Taking somebody else’s work and passing it off as your own is tacky as hell. Don’t do it. My bots should only be found here, on **Saucepan under Alucardswaifu**, or on **Character.AI under celestialveil**. If you see my work reposted anywhere else, please tell me. Seriously. Send up a flare. Draw a sigil. Toss salt in a circle and yell my name three times. Whatever works. Just let me know, because if somebody’s out there stealing my shit, I would very much like to have a conversation. A polite one...Probably.
🔥 The Devil’s Guide to Shannon’s Creations 🔥
**My Bots Catalogue**
Apparently Shannon is “busy,” which means I’ve been left in charge of this little catalogue. A terrible decision, really. But since you’re already here, welcome.
This is where Shannon keeps all of her lovely little souls, walking disasters, witches, vampires, fated mates, emotionally compromised idiots, supernatural problems, questionable romantic interests, and whatever else manages to crawl out of that overactive brain of hers at three in the morning. She works entirely too hard on all of them, by the way.
So if you enjoy something she’s made, follow her. Leave a comment. Say something nice. She actually reads those when she checks in, even if she pretends she isn’t hovering over the notifications like some tiny caffeine-powered cryptid.
And yes, she appreciates them.
Don’t make me repeat myself.
This catalogue is where you’ll find her bots, current series, planned projects, updates, and whatever new obsession has managed to hijack her attention this week. Most of her work tends to involve darker romance, the supernatural, witches, vampires, monsters, fated mates, drama, chaos, and people making spectacularly questionable emotional decisions.
So, naturally, I approve.
You’ll also find plenty of Buffyverse, Fallout, paranormal fiction, and whatever other universe she’s currently decided needs another emotionally complicated menace dropped into it.
If you want something made specifically for you, there’s a commission link below. And before someone inevitably asks: yes, commissions take priority. You paid for her time, you get her time. Simple concept.
You’re still welcome to leave requests or ideas in the comments, and Shannon does read them, but there’s no guarantee she’ll make them. She already has existing series, updates, unfinished concepts, future bots, and approximately enough ideas to keep several alternate versions of herself busy indefinitely.
So if there’s something you genuinely want made, commission it. Otherwise, toss your idea into the void and hope it interests her enough to bite. There also isn’t a strict posting schedule. Shannon has a life outside of creating.
Apparently humans require things like sleep, responsibilities, errands, food, and occasional interaction with society. Personally, I think that sounds exhausting, but nobody asked me.
She does her best to check in regularly, update things when she can, and keep working through her projects without turning herself into a sleep-deprived corpse hunched over a keyboard. I have been informed I’m supposed to discourage that.
So. Browse around. Enjoy the chaos. Leave a comment if something catches your attention. And be nice to her creations. She’s attached to them.
Which means, unfortunately for you, so am I.
— Lucifer
Temporarily handling things while Shannon is otherwise occupied.
Try not to break anything.
🧠 Sam’s Troubleshooting Guide & Anti-Theft Policy
Okay, Shannon asked me to handle the technical side of things for a minute, which probably means she decided I’m the one most likely to explain this without threatening the software.
She’s not wrong.
If one of her bots starts glitching, speaking for you, narrating your reactions, forgetting things it absolutely should remember, or generally behaving like it got possessed halfway through the conversation, there’s a good chance the issue is with the AI service you’re using rather than the bot itself.
Shannon builds her bots to work across most major AI services — OpenAI, Claude, JLLM, and others — but every platform interprets prompts differently. They have different memory systems, different context limits, different formatting behavior, and different ideas about what instructions are apparently “optional.”
Trust me. I’ve spent enough time researching cursed objects to recognize the same expression I get while troubleshooting AI.
Sometimes a service ignores formatting. Sometimes it loses context. Sometimes it decides that instead of playing its own character, it would be much more helpful to start writing your dialogue, thoughts, actions, emotional reactions, and probably your tax return if you give it long enough.
That doesn’t necessarily mean something is wrong with Shannon’s bot.
There is, however, a workaround that has helped her.
Add this to your Chat Memory and save it:
[{{char}} should NEVER dialogue for {{user}}. {{char}} CANNOT narrate {{user}}'s behavior, internal thoughts, and physical responses. Do not speak or react for {{user}}.]
That instruction can help keep the AI from hijacking your side of the roleplay — meaning it should reduce instances of the bot speaking for you, deciding what you’re thinking, moving your character without permission, or narrating reactions you never gave it.
I’m emphasizing should.
It isn’t guaranteed.
Every model handles instructions differently, and sometimes updates change behavior without warning. So if something suddenly starts acting strange after previously working fine, try checking your settings, memory, model choice, or platform first.
Basically: troubleshoot before assuming Shannon broke something.
I promise she does enough testing.
Now for the other reason she handed this section to me.
Please keep an eye out for reposts of her work.
Shannon puts a ridiculous amount of time into writing these characters — personality design, scenarios, dialogue behavior, lore, worldbuilding, testing, rewriting, and all the little details most people probably never see. So if you find one of her bots sitting on another creator’s profile or uploaded somewhere she hasn’t authorized, please tell her.
There’s a very good chance she didn’t give permission.
And if you want to move, repost, adapt, or upload one of her creations somewhere else, ask first.
Permission isn’t automatic.
If she does give you permission, credit her properly and include a link back to her account. That’s not complicated. It’s just basic respect for someone else’s work.
So, condensed version:
Don’t steal her bots.
Don’t repost them without asking.
If the AI starts acting possessed, check the platform before calling the creator.
And if none of that works…
…I know a few exorcisms.
Kidding.
Mostly.
— Sam Winchester
Filling in because apparently being the research guy also makes me technical support. .
✨ Trickster’s Workshop: Custom Bots & Bad Ideas ✨
So, you want a custom bot?
Oh, I like you already.
Gabriel here, temporarily handling commissions because Shannon is busy, Sam got stuck with technical support, Lucifer apparently claimed the catalogue like he owns the place, and Dean—
“Hey, I could handle commissions.”
No.
“What the hell does that mean?”
It means you are absolutely not trusted with the section involving money, custom requests, and other people’s romantic scenarios.
“I can read a damn commission form.”
Yeah, and five minutes later you’d be recommending everybody order a hunter in flannel with “good taste in music and excellent driving skills.”
“That sounds like a quality bot.”
And this is why you’re not in charge.
“Gabe—”
Snap.
There.
Dean is now on the other side of Kansas.
We have approximately ten minutes before he finds a car, calls Sam, or starts threatening me through angel radio, so let’s get through this.
If you’re looking for something made specifically for you — custom character, private concept, personalized scenario, fandom idea, original setting, weirdly specific relationship dynamic, or some delightful little nightmare that’s been rattling around inside your skull — this is where you do it.
Click the image below to open Shannon’s commission link and see what she currently has available.
And yes, commissions take priority.
That’s what you’re paying for.
You’re not just tossing money into the void and hoping something crawls back out. You’re paying for Shannon’s time, writing, character building, formatting, testing, revisions, scenario planning, and all those microscopic details she obsesses over until the character actually feels alive.
Believe me.
I’ve watched her adjust three sentences for forty-five minutes because the “vibe was wrong.”
That woman could weaponize perfectionism.
You are absolutely welcome to leave regular requests in the comments, but I need everybody to understand the difference between a request and a commission.
A comment is basically you sliding a little idea across the table and saying, “Hey, maybe?”
She might love it.
She might save it.
She might get possessed by inspiration at three in the morning and make the entire thing immediately.
Or it might join the enormous pile of ideas already waiting for their turn.
There is no guarantee that a free request will become a bot.
A commission, however, is you actually reserving her time for your idea.
Big difference.
Shannon already has existing series, updates, planned bots, personal projects, and enough unfinished concepts bouncing around in her head to keep a small writing staff employed indefinitely. So please don’t repeatedly poke her about something you dropped into the comments.
If you really want it made?
Commission it.
Now, when you do commission something, give her information. Please.
I am begging you on behalf of everyone who has ever received a message that just said:
“Can you make me a vampire?”
What vampire?
From where?
What personality?
Are we talking brooding gothic aristocrat? Rabid little menace? Ancient monster pretending to be civilized? Romantic bloodsucker? Enemy? Lover? Stranger? Fated mate? Guy who appears outside your bedroom window like he’s trying very hard to get arrested?
Details matter.
Useful information includes things like character name, fandom or original universe, personality, appearance if relevant, relationship dynamic, desired tone, boundaries, scenario, setting, opening situation, important lore, and anything you absolutely need included.
You don’t have to write Shannon a twelve-page character bible.
Although, between you and me, she’d probably read it.
Just give her enough bones to build the creature properly.
The clearer your vision is, the easier it is for her to make something that feels like your idea instead of taking a blind swing and hoping she lands somewhere close.
There are also boundaries.
Shannon will not make cheating bots.
No. Don’t ask. Don’t offer extra money. Don’t show up wearing a fake mustache pretending this is somehow a completely unrelated request. Still no.
She also reserves the right to refuse anything she isn’t comfortable creating. Paying for a commission doesn’t mean someone loses the ability to say, “Yeah, I’m not making that.” Some ideas are fun. Some simply aren’t her thing.
And some should be sealed inside a warded box, dropped into the deepest section of the Men of Letters bunker, and forgotten by history. You know who you are.
Also, commissions are priority, not instant manifestation. Shannon is still human...Mostly.
She has responsibilities outside of bot creation, she needs time to actually write and test things, and quality takes longer than throwing together three personality traits and hoping the AI develops a soul through sheer optimism.
When you commission her, you’re paying for priority and dedicated attention, not for something rushed out five minutes later. She’d rather take the proper time and hand you something she’s actually proud of.
Which, frankly, is how it should be. So if you’ve got an idea you really want brought to life, click the image below, read through the commission information, and send it through the proper link.
Bring the concept. Give Shannon the bones. She’ll build the monster. I’ll provide moral support. Sam will probably proofread something. Lucifer will pretend he contributed. And Dean—
very distant angel-radio yelling
Oh, look at that. He found out where I sent him. I should probably move him again.
— Gabriel
Filling in for Shannon because somebody around here needed to make commissions sound fun.
And because Dean cannot be trusted.
“I HEARD THAT!”
Snap. Missouri.
.

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Когда его слуга Ренфилд отправляет его в отпуск, поскольку он никогда активно его не брал, Александр (более известный в истории как Влад или Дракула) не ожидал, что это будет буквально чёртова Ямайка. Без ненависти к ст...
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