#soulboundwinchester

[rebelliousfamily]

[ EXHAUSTION ]:  (Joyce)

@soulboundwinchester

[ EXHAUSTION ]:     having just overcome a massive obstacle (e.g. using a massive display of their powers, fighting through a sizable army, embarking on a perilous journey, writing up a PhD thesis etc.) the sender and receiver reunite, and the sender drops their head forward to rest against the receivers, thoroughly exhausted but glad to be reunited at last.

Joyce wrapped her arms around Sam. She let him rest his head against hers, and let out a small sigh of relief. "Take as long as you need honey." She told him.

[thesoulbound]

soulboundwinchester -> thesoulbound

Sam Winchester is of course still on the blog. 

Cordell Walker and Newt Scamander has been moved to this blog too, but so far I’m not deleting their old blogs. Though they will be inactive.

John Marston is a game character I have rp’d a little bit some years ago and I’m adding him if someone’s interested.

I’ve had a Slater addiction lately so I have two of his old characters on here now too. JD from “Heathers” (1988) and Will Scarlet (Robin Hood Prince of Thieves). 

Not everything is done, but a lot is. Gotta make somekind of promo too...

@wemadeemc0c0a​ helped a ton with the theme thank you!! <3

So i've been considering turning my Sam blog into a multimuse - though it wouldn't be a whole lot of muses on it anyway. It's just the SPN rp fandom feels a bit dead so it kinda feels like a lot of work for muses not many want to write with anymore anyway.

So yeah. Nothing's decided yet.

[storiesofthenight]

@soulboundwinchester​ asked: ‘Spitting Teeth’ (Dean) [X]

Dean hadn’t been the nicest brother of late, in fact, he’d been a dick. And sure he realised that very well of course but that was hardly a first, right? So, he was actually caught of guard when out of the blue Sam’s fist connected to his jaw and send him to the ground. Shaking his head a few times, he blinked and looked up at his brother. “What the hell, Sammy?!”

[jerkxbitchx]

"Don’t open that coffin!” (Dean)

Dean looked at Sam and shook his head. "We kinda have to open the coffin Sammy, you know to burn the bones and whatever." Dean told him looking at him weirdly. "Is there something about this body you know that I don't?" Dean asked him.

@soulboundwinchester

[rediscoveredfaith]

@soulboundwinchester​ said: "Why do you have that look on your face?"

Castiel found the question to be a foolish one, but the pulsating fear gripped tight in his chest stopped him from commenting that fact. There were entities that could kill the younger Winchester even if he learned to control that demon blood running through his veins.

“I’m showing concern,” he answered, fingers pressing a little too tightly into Sam’s shoulders. A faint silvery-white glow emanated from his hand to allow his Grace to stitch together one of his charges.  “It may surprise you, but I prefer you alive rather than dead.”

[legends-and-savages]

@soulboundwinchester liked for a starter with Soldier Boy

Soldier Boy looked over at him.  “Why do you keep looking at me like that?”  He asked.  “It’s a little weird man.”

[dxrlingdevilsfandom]

@soulboundwinchester​

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“I think it was a werewolf? I couldn’t get a close enough look, all I know is my gun didn’t even touch it.” Ellie chewed her lip worriedly as she quickly glanced over her shoulder ensuring that the danger had passed, her hand near enough twitching in the direction of her gun out of habit. Focusing back on the hunter in front of her and the blood that she could see soaking through his clothes, she needed to get them out of here quickly so she could take a serious look at the wound. “We need to move.”

[fidelissimi-moved]

ruby closes the door behind them as they walk into the cabin, peeling her boots off in the doorway to set by the fire later to dry. she's keeping one eye on sam constantly now, not so much afraid of something physically happening as she is worried that his mind might snatch him away from reality again before he's come back all the way.

"will you grab towels?" she asks, turning her back to him to peel her soaked through jeans down her hips. "you probably won't drip through the house as bad as I will right now." her hair is plastered to her head and her shirt soaked through on the trip back through the woods in the rain.

@soulboundwinchester gets a starter!!!

[mesmusae]

@soulboundwinchester​ asked: “ ACHLUOPHOBIA - Our muses bump into each other during a blackout, and your muse is uneasy at deprivation of the sense of sight! (Queenie) “ || Meme

The pitch black wasn’t the worst thing in the world. Sure, she couldn’t see anything, and there were people around. It was the way those people around her made her unsteady. Their fear was so upfront and bulging into her mind that when someone bumped into her, she gave a small scream. “Who are you?”

[gunpowertea]

@soulboundwinchester​

“The whole point of this was to steal your favorite flannel And bail out before you could notice.... Yours always are warmer then mine.....” Henri Mused clinging to the flannel she was wearing that was clearly a few sizes to big. 

[rebelliousfamily]

Monsters & Time Travel. Just another day in Hawkins -Nancy & Sam

@soulboundwinchester

Nancy truly thought that she had seen everything that there was to see. Hawkins had its fair share of monsters, and portals that opened up into other worlds. It was just another day for her when she was faced with something that could likely kill her. 

And yet it was still surprising when there had been a bright flash of light and suddenly there was a man that hadn’t been there before. She reached around for the gun holstered to her side and stood over him pointing it towards him. She could never be too sure who she could trust these days. Jonathan had meant to have been with her but he’d bailed out on her to look after his brother instead.

“Who the Hell are you?” She demanded. 

[shieldofgod]

@soulboundwinchester​

“Sam, I know this might seem a strange question, but... do you think Dean really has had sex at least a thousand times?  He seemed to imply he had.”

[storiesofthenight]

@soulboundwinchester​ continued from [here].

The ride had taken him a few hours and honestly, Dean was exhausted. If things had gone normally, he would be in his sofa right now, probably texting Sam to check up on him rather than standing at his door, his hands trembling just a little as he tried to keep himself together. 

So when Sam opened the door, Dean went on instinct and stepped forward, pulling him into a hug. “Sammy ...” He let out a sigh of relief and closed his eyes for a moment, making the hug linger a little before slowly stepping back and smiling a little. “Sorry for just ... dropping in, I just ... I need your help.” 

[multusxcastalides-archive]

@soulboundwinchester​ inquired:  “it’s been a tough few days. how are you holding up?” (Dean)

     The headache wasn’t the only thing that was kicking his ass. He could feel the bruises up and down his body with every move he made. ‘Tough few days’ was the understatement of the week. He groaned as he shifted, opening his eyes to look at Sam. “Been better,” he answered, sitting up a little straighter, squeezing his eyes shut for a second to make the world stop spinning. Definitely some leftover concussion.

     “Nothing that can’t be fixed by a beer and a burger though.” He grinned, something that must have looked at least a little painful what with the black eye he was sporting. He winced and immediately stopped smiling. “Maybe next time I’ll take some of that backup you were offering.”

~ post - trauma sentence starters || Accepting

[pcsitivibee]

positivity for soulboundwinchester : @soulboundwinchester I'm very glad you're back in the RPC and I'm glad you write Sam. I missed getting to write with you as much and I look forward to all the choas of threads with you. We shall have all the fun. You are a great writer! And a great friend!

[fidelissimi-moved]

continuing for @soulboundwinchester​ from here

     “yeah, yeah, i know. shut up.”  she takes the handkerchief from his hand, holding it to his bloodied nose herself, dabbing away the flecks of dried blood that line down to the top of his lip.  “it’s a good thing you’re tall. otherwise you’d be nursing a lot more broken noses. people can barely reach your nose now. imagine if you were six inches shorter.”