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@lunarscaled | unprompted.
❝ Let me see you. ❞
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@righteousmandownunder (cont from x)
Sam stared over at her brother for a moment with a disbelieving expression. "Oh, please. If anything, I'm hoping it might've maybe humbled you a bit. I've seen you staring at yourself in a mirror, Dean. You could do to hear that you actually aren't God's gift to the dating scene every once in a while."
Who better than his sister to set him straight? Not that she actually meant it. But it had always been extremely annoying whenever she tried to make friends at whatever random school she briefly attended, only to find out they usually just wanted to be introduced to her brother.
#⛧ || 𝔙𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔢: 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔉𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔶 𝔅𝔲𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰 ( main verse )#⛧ || ℑ𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫: 𝔇𝔢𝔞𝔫 𝔚𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯 ( righteousmandownunder )
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♛ └─── *⛧ visage. ( the calloused skin on my hands is cracking. )
♛ └─── *⛧ threads. ( when broken bodies are washed ashore who am i ask to for more? )
♛ └─── *⛧ inbox. ( what was i made for? )
♛ └─── *⛧ ooc. ( obsessive playlist maker.)
♛ └─── *⛧ self promo. ( me and my dog and an impossible view. )
♛ └─── *⛧ promos. ( the trustfunds and punishers. )
♛ └─── *⛧ memes. ( dream girl evil. )
♛ └─── *⛧ wishlist. ( the calloused skin on my hands is cracking. )
♛ └─── *⛧ desires. ( and the kindest of kisses break the hardest of hearts. )
♛ └─── *⛧ headcanons. ( there will be no grand choirs to sing. )
♛ └─── *⛧ information. ( heavy stones fear no weather. )
♛ └─── *⛧ aesthetics. ( the calloused skin on my hands is cracking. )
♛ └─── *⛧ verse. ( main )
♛ └─── *⛧ verse. ( canon div )
♛ └─── *⛧ verse. ( bg3 )
♛ └─── *⛧ verse. ( got )
♛ └─── *⛧ verse. ( modern )
♛ └─── *⛧ verse. ( hollywood )
♛ └─── *⛧ verse. ( fantasy )
#♛ └─── *⛧ verse. ( fantasy )#♛ └─── *⛧ verse. ( hollywood )#♛ └─── *⛧ verse. ( modern )#♛ └─── *⛧ verse. ( got )#♛ └─── *⛧ verse. ( bg3 )#♛ └─── *⛧ verse. ( canon div )#♛ └─── *⛧ verse. ( main )#♛ └─── *⛧ aesthetics. ( the calloused skin on my hands is cracking. )#♛ └─── *⛧ information. ( heavy stones fear no weather. )#♛ └─── *⛧ headcanons. ( there will be no grand choirs to sing. )#♛ └─── *⛧ desires. ( and the kindest of kisses break the hardest of hearts. )#♛ └─── *⛧ wishlist. ( the calloused skin on my hands is cracking. )#♛ └─── *⛧ memes. ( dream girl evil. )#♛ └─── *⛧ promos. ( the trustfunds and punishers. )#♛ └─── *⛧ self promo. ( me and my dog and an impossible view. )#♛ └─── *⛧ ooc. ( obsessive playlist maker. )#♛ └─── *⛧ inbox. ( what was i made for? )#♛ └─── *⛧ visage. ( the calloused skin on my hands is cracking. )
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wow...i really went with davina being evil and a regent in her huntercorp verse lol
#pls ... she's good in main...i had to flip that for alt universe#i'm doing her verses and stuff#⛧. ⠀𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 ��𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 ⠀ 、 charli speaks ⠀!
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@ksaru | sc.
❝ Tell me, Taketa - Sama, ❞ Tone is as it was, always. Detached, disinterested to the core ; however, he had wondered, for some time, the others' own philosophy. Each Shinigami had some reason for infiltrating Hueco Mundo, for creating Las Noches, yet they were reasons and philosophies known. Taketa's, however, remained something of a mystery. With too much kindness, were the Arrancar treated, almost as if they were Shinigami themselves. ❝ What is it you seek to attain, here. ❞
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@righteousmandownunder (cont from x)
"How about for the fact that your nose is red, your eyes are watery and," she paused to press her hand against his forehead, "you have a fever. You can be your typical, macho, alpha-male self all you want, but you're sick. Eat."
Sam placed the bowl of chicken noodle soup in front of him, before dropping into the chair on the other side of the sand table with what appeared to be an old First Aid kit set in front of her. "And, I've put together a little cold buster kit for you--all the old hits. Vicks, cough drops, Nyquil, Tylenol. Everything you need to get well... before you give it to me."
#⛧ || ℑ𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫: 𝔇𝔢𝔞𝔫 𝔚𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯 ( righteousmandownunder )#⛧ || 𝔙𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔢: 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔉𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔶 𝔅𝔲𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰 ( main verse )
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@lazcrra | unprompted
❝ If the only reason you've strayed from your Palace is to cause trouble, I advise you turn and go from where you've come. So few will tolerate your brand of friendship. ❞
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@righteousmandownunder (cont from x)
Sam didn't even bother to hide her amusement. "Have I finally discovered a monster that the great Dean Winchester is actually afraid of? Say it isn't so!"
Grinning, she quickly dug through her backpack, pulling out a small compact mirror. Flipping it open, she said, "Candyman, Candyman, Candyman... " Sam paused, looking over at her brother. "And do you know how many monsters we've thought weren't real, only to find out we were wrong? For all you know, Beetlejuice could very well be real. And might just kick Candyman's ass--"
Sam glanced into the mirror once again, frowning. "Did saying Candyman right then count? Wait. Did that one just count, too?"
#⛧ || ℑ𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫: 𝔇𝔢𝔞𝔫 𝔚𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯 ( righteousmandownunder )#⛧ || 𝔙𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔢: 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔉𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔶 𝔅𝔲𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰 ( main verse )#now she's just messing with him lol
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@deivorous | sc.
❝ Once more, I'm left to clean your mess. ❞ Had he the ability, lip would curl in disgust. Yet, if little else, it was a mild annoyance. A flea in a beasts' fur. It wasn't uncommon that he was the sole denominator in keeping the rabble of the Espada hidden, well kept in order to appease their lords. ❝ Have you no shame. ❞
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@edhellfire (cont from x)
In all fairness to Sam, her mind at the time was focused on how much she was hating her calculus homework, and the fact that she hadn't heard from her family in the last three days. It happened sometimes. Even though her dad or Dean tried to check in on her at least once a day, when they got into the thick of the hunt, sometimes it meant going dark. She got that. But right now, she couldn't help but be a little bit concerned.
And there was the calculus homework. Sam was great at math; she was great at all subjects. But that day, her brain just wasn't mathing any of the math in front of her, probably because she was worried about her family. So, her question to Eddie had been made in distraction, noticing out of the corner of her eye that what he was reading had absolutely nothing to do with school work. Not shocking; it was Eddie, after all, but it was still enough to raise the question.
When he passed it to her, asking for her thoughts, all she'd really caught was "demon summoner". So in all fairness, Sam wasn't thinking about the whole lying and secrecy thing.
"Ridiculous, of course," Sam remarked as she scanned the pages quickly, brow furrowing at the Dungeons & Dragons article. "If anyone bothered to do their research, they'd realize that the information contained in the handbook is totally wrong. The spells and summonings aren't right, the classifications are all over the place, and don't get me started on their descriptions. If someone seriously wanted to use D&D as a 'how to' summoning, they wouldn't get very far."
#⛧ || ℑ𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫: 𝔈𝔡𝔡𝔦𝔢 𝔐𝔲𝔫𝔰𝔬𝔫 ( edhellfire )#⛧ || 𝔙𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔢: 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔉𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔶 𝔅𝔲𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰 ( main verse )#⛧ || 𝔉𝔯𝔢𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢 𝔔𝔲𝔢𝔲𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔐𝔢 ( queue )
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@averysrphq (continued from x)
Sam pulls the knife from the demon's chest, pausing to wipe the blade on the dead man's jacket, before rising to her feet, and turns to face her brother.
"Try," she tells him. "I'm an adult now, you know. The bird has left the nest. Every 'parent' has to let go eventually. It'll be good for you." She warms up to the teasing, a slight smirk appearing. "Maybe you can pick up a hobby... like crocheting. Make some cute little gun cozies."
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@heartheaded (cont from x)
Leave it to Castiel to simplify something that she's honestly been struggling to even put to words. It's a feeling more than anything, but if she had to put just one word to it, 'yearning' certainly worked as well as anything else. She didn't even know why she was sharing this, not when there was research to be done. But it wasn't often she and Castiel worked together, and well, if you couldn't share your hiddenmost thoughts with an angel, who could you share them with?
"A couple years ago, I'd say it was that normal life, you know? Marriage, family, house in the suburbs with a two car garage... neighborhood potlucks," she added with a brief laugh as she glanced down at the open book in front of her. "Now, though... I don't know. It feels like, whatever it is, shit keeps happening, one thing after another, and it just keeps getting further and further away. Like, I can't even have a moment to take a breath and process that it's all out of reach."
Laughing again, she rubbed her hands over her face and shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know what I'm saying. I'm sure I sound nuts."
#heartheaded#⛧ || ℑ𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫: ℭ𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔢𝔩 ( heartheaded )#⛧ || 𝔙𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔢: 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔉𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔶 𝔅𝔲𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰 ( main verse )
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’ Does this look infected to you? ’ { from dean🤦♀️ }
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Sam glanced over to see a teeny tiny cut on the tip of Dean's finger, assumedly from a page of one of the books they were combing through during their research session. She frowned, gaze lifting to meet his.
"Are you sure we're related??"
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@saltnburn (cont from x)
"You're more valuable to me," Sam replied quietly. "And, you're right. It does take balls to do what we do, what you do, and in my opinion, that right there makes you a whole lot more valuable than a good chunk of the world. I just wish you could accept that every now and again, and maybe take into consideration that the world needs you... I need you."
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