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This blog is no longer active. Machidiel can now be found on @misfitpuzzlepieces. All threads on this blog will be moved there as well.
This blog will, eventually, be completely deleted. Until then, I will leave it as it is while I shift everything to the multi. <3
I have moved everything from here to @misfitpuzzlepieces!! Find my lovely angel over there. This blog will be deleted.
Hello my Sweets. Sorry I haven't been around. Life and health stuff took over for a bit. But I'll be back around my blogs later this week. Thank you for all your love, patience and support. I love you all!!
Find me on Discord in the meantime; strryhntr. <3
send "Maybe you should sit down," for receiver's muse to be standing in front of sender's, exhausted, pale, and covered in blood, for one reason or another
alternative: send "I'm okay..." for sender's muse to be the one covered in blood!
angels that wouldn't normally be allowed or invited within the bunker were now invited. very few, of course. those that castiel vouched for - so that jack could have more in the way of family at his party. the winchesters had allowed it. had invited a few people themselves, even. every new arrival made the young nephil excited.
throws his arms around her in a hug. almost bouncing. it's the first party he's ever had. every other birthday passing him by because he and the winchesters and castiel were busy.
"i'm so excited. dean even made me a cake!"
Jack's excitement was infectious, and she could feel it buzzing around them like some kind of insect. A brief glance toward where the Winchesters and Cas were, offering them a small wave.
Her attention shifted back to Jack, her smile still firmly in place as he gushed about everything. "What kind of cake? Is it your favorite?" she prompted, wanting to know all the things about her nephew.
I'll be around here today, so give my angel baby things to do!
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I think I have one or two replies to do, but otherwise there's not much work for us here. Help me fix that, please?
“ i heard that you have powers. and… i was hoping, maybe you could teach me how to use mine? “ - From Chase
Mac's gaze shifted from their surroundings to land on him. The boy vibrated with angelic grace, but it was-- muted. It was something that she had come to recognize over the years. Angels, while many would prefer to avoid leaving Heaven at all, had a habit of getting a little too up close and personal with humans. A select few of them, at least. Procreating with a human tended to result in what many angels would call an abomination. Mac, however, absolutely adored the children born of human and angel.
Only thing she hated? She could never tell which of her siblings parented a child just by the feel of their grace. Despite their pureblooded parent, Nephilim didn't feel the same. It made it difficult to know which angel they were born from without the direct information being passed to them.
"Of course," she turned to face him, head tilting in that bird-like fashion all angels seemed to have. Something she never quite grew out of despite her extended time on earth. "You know of your-- inheritance, then, I assume?"
❝ ᴅᴀᴅ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ᴡʜᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ. ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ꜱᴏʟᴅɪᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴇʟꜱᴇ. ᴅᴀᴅᴅʏ'ꜱ ʙʟᴜɴᴛ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ɪɴꜱᴛʀᴜᴍᴇɴᴛ. ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴡʜᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴠᴇᴅ ᴏʀ ᴅɪᴇᴅ. ❞
❝ ᴡʜʏ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ? ❞
#impalaas : extremely private && selective Dean Winchester from C.W's Supernatural. Primarily Kirpke-Era based (seasons 1-5) but with verses including Michael!Dean, Demon!Dean, && more
written by peter. 32. gmt+ he/they // temps graphics for now - will be updated soon // pinterest // Spotify playlist // dean's tattoos
trigger warning: this blog will contain extreme themes of violence, child abandonment, trauma, ptsd, grief, parental issues, suicidal ideation, anger, loss, death, active suicidal behaviour and co-dependence
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I'll be around here today, so give my angel baby things to do!
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I think I have one or two replies to do, but otherwise there's not much work for us here. Help me fix that, please?
@0fcourage mac & jack.
face practically lights up when he sees her arrival. a little party is being hosted - by the winchesters, of course - inside of the bunker. a birthday party for the young nephilim. finally turning twenty-three. and he had hoped beyond hoping that aunt mac would show.
"you came!" voice a shout too loud out of pure excitement. "i am so happy now!"
Uneasy didn't begin to describe how she was feeling. Not because of what it was, or who would be there, even. No-- there was a deep sense of unease settled in her gut simply at the idea of being in the Bunker. It was a location few were welcome to, never mind given the knowledge of where it lay hidden.
As she descended the steps and was greeted by Jack's enthusiasm, she couldn't help but smile brightly at the group as she approached, setting her gift among the rest that were sitting to the side.
"Of course I came," she replied, giving Jack a hug. "I wouldn't miss this for the world."
She didn't particularly like the way Dean had responded. There was a desperation in his voice that told her he would go to any length to find a solution to this. Which, of course, she figured considering the current conversation they were immersed in.
She allowed silence to fall around them for probably longer than was necessary but she honestly didn't care if it made either of them uncomfortable. She just wanted this to be over with, for Dean to stop getting his hopes up. Getting an angel involved was only his latest attempt at saving her. She dreaded the day that he finally came to the realization that she couldn't be saved.
As she bowed her head, looking away from Dean in order to avoid seeing the relief that was sure to cross his features, she let out a heavy sigh. "Fine," she consented, turning her gaze to the angel. "I'll go along with it."
While 'vow' sounded like a strong word...that's all it was to the hunters, a word. They couldn't just dive in and trust this new player meant what she said, their instincts wouldn't let them. They needed time and proof, to see it for themselves. Honestly, if he wasn't so goddamn desperate, she never would have made one step inside his door, angel or not. It wasn't as though they hadn't come across their fair share of rotten halos, and as far as they knew, she could another. She was lucky that Cas hadn't had anything bad to say about her, otherwise he would have kicked her out on her ass-- Or, he guessed, they were the lucky ones. Like he said, desperate. An emotion he was sure could be discerned in the creases on his face as he watched Ry deliberate, weigh the choice on whether or not to allow Barbie: Angel Edition the chance to own up to her spoken vow.
A moment passed, but eventually, Dean drew breath again once Ry gave in and relief spread through his tight chest. Obviously, he knew this wasn't a guarantee, but--it was more than they had, and at this point, he was willing to try just about anything to help Ry. He looked to Mac then, giving her another small nod. "Great. Now that that's settled... There's a demon nearby that needs t'be put down." His gaze traveled back to Ry. "Ya in?"
Relief flooded over her as Ry agreed to give it a try. She really wasn't sure she had it in her to keep trying to convince the huntress to let her help. Even if this was just a trial of sorts, it was something and that was better than where they were at moments ago.
Before she could say anything, Dean was chiming in, asking Ry if she was in for an apparent case. She hesitated, not sure if she should stick around or leave the two to their own devices. She decided it was probably easier to ask than stand there awkwardly.
"Sounds like you're about to have your hands full-- need me to stick around? Or are you good?"
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The motel room light flickered overhead as Mac scowled up at it from where she sat cross-legged on the bed, flipping through a hunter’s journal that looked like it had seen at least three exorcisms and a coffee spill.
"If I had a nickel for every time a 'simple salt-and-burn' turned into a demon rave... I’d have, well, way more nickels than I’m comfortable with."
She didn’t look up when the door creaked.
"Tell me you brought snacks or a lead. Preferably both."
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Mac sat on the hood of an old truck, a flask in one hand and a half-eaten gas station sandwich in the other. She wrinkled her nose at the food before taking another bite anyway. "Either humanity's taste buds have evolved past me, or this is what regret tastes like."
She glanced sideways at the newcomer. "You want half? Or just here to judge my questionable life choices?"
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Concern washed over oceanic hues as Castiel sighed. "We both know it's not about what's owed. I want to help, and I have a feeling you know I can. I've gone up against heaven before. I'm not afraid to do it again."
@0fcourage
Her gaze lifts to meet his, frown causing lines to form around her mouth and eyes. The crease in her brow smoothed out and she sighed, shaking her head against thoughts unvoiced.
"You barely know me," she replied, voice barely above a whisper. "Why risk so much for someone you don't even know you can trust?"
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Mac’s gaze swept the horizon, the weight of countless battles behind her calm eyes. “The monsters keep changing, but so must we. If we don’t adapt, the hunters will be lost. I need to know — what are you willing to risk to survive?”
