#iburnedyourletters

[rubiesintherough]

" i am grateful, you know. for everything you've ever done for me... i notice. and i see you. and i've never thanked you properly before, so... thank you. " (Dustin)

@iburnedyourletters​ // tba

     “ Oh god, we’re getting emotional here, aren’t we...? Like, there’s emotions happening here. Is this a hugging kinda thing? Do I hug you?   ------- Am I... I mean, you’re welcome, I’m glad I could be there and help out and stuff, but... you do the same for me. So, it’s not something you need to say thanks for. “  

[mrfunnybone]

What appears to be a woman carrying her own head, with a candy bowl where her head /should/ be has appeared. Kai grinned, fake blood dripping from her mouth. "Trick or treat, nerd."

“hm.” 

Sans scratched the side of his bony cheek as though in considerable contemplation. He tilted his head this way, then that, a full show of ho-hum before stepping towards the Headless Lass. His eyes lights softened. 

“treat.” The fake blood on Kailee’s lips tasted like melted plastic atop sugar as Sans plopped his mouth against her own, but it only lasted a sparse second before their surroundings suddenly changed to that of a neighbor's inappropriately familiar bathroom. 

He pulled back. Grinning. 

“just kiddin’.” 

And in a trick that would no doubt leave him sleeping on the couch that night, Sans vanished.  

[urbxnlegxnd]

——————————[ANSWERED ASK]——————————

@iburnedyourletters​ said: “Hit me with your best shot.”

“Say what now???” The man simply stated in response to the other’s words. She wanted him to do what. Hit her with his best shot? Did she mean for him, in the sparring sense, to hit her with every single ounce of his strength. That may cause him to cross a line he wouldn’t cross. 

“Uh, that’s gonna have to be a no.” He paused. “Unless you have the body strength of someone like Superman or at least Luke Cage. That wouldn’t be a good idea. I couldn’t risk crossing a moral line that I could never forgive myself for.” He simply stated. “Sorry.” 

[anj-does-stuff]

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So I’m here. A mild trauma dump under the cut.

@rubiesintherough I don’t know if you’re still around these days, but I miss you, and I hope you’re well, and you’re like 90 percent of the reason I logged into this damn account lmao. 

And to everyone else...

I’m here. I had a mini stroke that I’m recovering from. I went through a lot of fucked up trauma in the hospital and had a near death experience.

My life is a little raw and my heart is broken and I’m throwing myself into roleplay. I’m doing it on discord because it’s easier, so if you want to add me, send me your discord info? Please? 

I need nothing more than to throw myself into writing again.  I have other mutuals I miss a LOT, but I literally can’t remember your fucking usernames, because of the fucking stroke. I remember you, and I remember your characters, though.  I’m also writing Kailee ( @iburnedyourletters)

I miss my people so bad. 

[iburnedyourletters]

Ya’ll wanna hear a story?

A few years ago on @lettersfromthepit​ // @iburnedyourletters I made a friend.

Her name was Cas, and she wrote SO many muses. Each muse generally had its own blog. She wrote in the Psych fandom, GOT, Spiderman, etc. Our writing chemistry was unreal. Our muses had the BEST interactions, and she really helped me develop Kailee.

You can still find some of our old interactions, if you do. Pretty sure my favorite was with Daenerys. 

One day, I found out she was going to college. And the college happened to be in my town! We were so excited and talked about meeting up.

And then she went quiet.

I spoke to her one more time, and she sought mental health resources, and I sent her some because I’m local, and then I never heard from her again.

I miss her.

If you’re out there, Cas, and you’re reading this, it’s me. I was going by Ellie, then, I think, but I call myself Kay now. I hope you’re safe and happy.

[sunshinexgunpowder]

Heartbreak

The special agent sighed, as she scrolled through her phone. Four victims dead, all children of SEALS. It tore at her heart to think of the brutal way they all died - their hearts literally ripped from their chests. She slowly paced through the boat shed, sighing to herself once again. It had been a week and they still had no suspects. Her partner was out following a possible lead. But Kensi Blye had a pit in the bottom of her stomach - it wasn’t going to pan out. She just knew it

Running a hand through her hair, she glanced at the screen, and the young woman that sat in the interrogation room, hands clasped together. Kensi really didn’t want to run her into the dirt, but she had no other choice. They had nothing else to go on. And she didn’t have Deeks there to back her up in questioning. She was essentially going in bound and blind. She gathered up the files on the table in front of her.

With one more heavy sigh, the brunette agent headed back to the room. She opened the door with a little more force than she normally would. “I know it inconveniences you to be here. Believe me, I don’t exactly want to be here right now either. But I promise you, if you tell me what I need to know, we’ll both be out of here before dinner. So...” Kensi slapped the file down in the table and slid into the chair across from the other girl. “Kailee...” she said slowly. “Your prints were found at least two of the victim’s crime scenes.” She raised her hazel eyes from the manila folder to the brunette across from her. “What in the hell were you doing at an abandoned chemical factory and the backyard of a meth lab? Where these two young gentlemen were found.” Kensi placed the photos of the men, post-mortem on the table before her, separating the two women.

[rubiesintherough]

“you’re not human… are you?” (Aedus)

@iburnedyourletters​ // for inhuman muses

Only the sound of the creature’s frantic, retreating steps broke the silence in the aftermath, at first. The stench of burning hair and cloth seeped through the air, picked up by the breeze and wafted down the quiet path. 

The cuff of his sleeve was still smoldering, smoking. And her hesitant question broke him from the daze of a fight, bringing his golden gaze flickering back to where she stood. To Aedus, there seemed to be accusation on her features. Her words felt as though she were indicting him of some, horrible crime. And he puased, himself, for a moment before replying. Normally, he’d not have thought twice about coming clean at a time like this. Difficult to believe for most, certainly, but the truth was usually better than crafting some lie. In this case, however... he wasn’t so sure. She wasn’t normal, by any means. A hunter of the supernatural. A hunter of those like him. And, in Aedus’s experience, simply protecting a hunter’s life was not enough to warrant mercy from them.    

          “ No... No, I am not.   -------- Although, I am also not a danger. “ 

[mrfunnybone]

iburnedyourletters replied to your post “"Forgive me for asking so bluntly, but how on earth can skeletons have...”

It involves a skeleton almost dropping his gorgeous girlfriend oFF THE EDGE OF THE BED AND THEN FALLING ASLEEP AFTERWARDS

[rubiesintherough]

(( @iburnedyourletters​ sent ---  “I’m not going anywhere. I’m going to stay right here and cause all kinds of trouble.” (Sorry Aedus) ))

There was no lack of exasperation on the ancient being’s face, and it was clear he was just barely suppressing the urge to drag his hand down his face and roll those golden --- currently tired --- eyes.     “ Please... I beg of you... do not. “    

[rubiesintherough]

(( @iburnedyourletters sent ---  “YOU COULD’VE BEEN KILLED!" (Dustin) ))

     “ Ow... OW, okay, I get it, I get it! “     Both hands shot up to ward hers off, swatting back in a way that could only be described as childish.    “ So, pissing off the murderous ghost was a bad idea, I’ll admit that.  ----- But, in my defense, he was really being an asshole. Giving the rest of us spooks... or, former spooks, a bad name! “  

[rubiesintherough]

(( @iburnedyourletters sent ---  ❛ do it! pull the trigger! do it , do it , do it! ❜ (Victor) ))

His finger brushed the trigger, slow... expression empty as the moment stretched on, aim unwavering from her heart. Almost amusing. For hours he had tried to break her, now. Not a single crack in the wall she’d erected between them... Impressive. It wasn’t often he found such conviction. So many humans before, so ready to crumble at the first hint of pain, yet, here she was... prepared to  DIE  to protect something, someone. Nor had he ever found a target who could push him. To truly test him or shatter his calculated patience. And the utter lack of fear in her gaze.. daring him, egging the angel on, commanding him to put a bullet right through her?      His finger lifted away.      A challenge. One Victor was more than pleased to accept.     “ Why would I kill an asset like you? “     Gun was tucked back away into the waist of his pants.     “ You’ll break. Eventually, they always do. And you’ll tell me exactly what I want to know... “

[rubiesintherough]

(( @iburnedyourletters sent ---  “The engine is dead and we’re in the middle of nowhere. Fucking great.” (Dustin) ))

     “ Okay, I see how this could technically be my fault... “    Dangerous ground he’s treading here. Dustin’s hands both rise in a placating gesture,   “ and I’ll readily take the blame for not taking it in for maintenance before we set out. But, in my defense, the mechanic did say he thought it’d be fine for a trip this distance. If anything, I think he should share some blame for this, too, huh? “   With a  nervous  grin, he settled back against warm metal.    “ At least we’ve got water and food inside. And, hey, this is a pretty frequently traveled road. Someone will come along before you know it and we can wave them down, and see if they can get us a lift into town. “ 

                        “ ---------- Any minute now. “ 

[rubiesintherough]

(( @iburnedyourletters sent ---  ❛ i swear to god if you don’t get in bed and stay in bed i’ll pull out the handcuffs and make you stay there . ❜ (Dustin) ))

Yeah, he could hardly stand upright, felt like death  ( speaking from experience, he thought )   and even the process of getting a drink of water was way more of an ordeal than it should’ve been, and maybe he’d coughed hard enough he’d nearly passed out... but, all of that together couldn’t keep the grin from spreading over Dustin’s face, even as his hand shot up to cover his mouth, shoulders convulsing in another cough.    “ Oooh, “   his voice was a croak. A painful, hoarse croak, and STILL he laughed,   “ k i n k y.  ----- That a p-promise, Kai? “  

[rubiesintherough]

(( @iburnedyourletters sent ---  “My hands won’t stop shaking.” (Nathan) ))

What he wanted to say was   ‘ well, yeah, that’s what  t e n d s  to happen when you get dehydrated, then get your ass handed to you in a fight ‘.   But, thankfully, SOME fraction of that bedside manner he’d been taught stuck around. And, instead, Nathan slid a water bottle and a bag of chips across the table to her.    “ Here. Get your strength back up. -------- And while you’re doing that, I’m gonna go find the first-aid kit, and we can get those cuts and bruises cleaned. Don’t go anywhere, I’ll be right back. “ 

[rubiesintherough]

“Who did this?!" (Howl)

(( @iburnedyourletters​ — Send “Who did this” to find my muse beaten half to death ))

Drenched, hair and clothes plastered to him, bruises stark against pale skin, and a burning sting that told him he had more than a few scrapes and scratches to boot… it had been a close call. Hadn’t been able to make a jump until they got a hold on him… and worked him over so badly it wasn’t half a miracle he’d managed to make it back to the right time  ( he hoped ) , bleeding, disoriented, but alive. 

And nearby enough to someone he knew for them to find him. Only problem was, he wasn’t really sure he’d be able to properly answer her, given that even rolling over had hurt like a motherf —    “ Bad guys. “    One hand rose to motion slowly, jabbing, the best mimicry he could make to a sword fight.     “ P i r a t e s… “      Pirates who, as it turns out, don’t take too kindly to random strangers showing up on their ship and — surprisingly less so than that — insulting their attire.    “ ——– Year? “