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hi. sel & private. dean winchester

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———  LIVE  LONG  &  PROSPER .  ❞   

INDEPENDENT  /  SELECTIVE SPOCK , WRITTEN BY JAY.

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———  LIVE  LONG  &  PROSPER .  ❞    /    SPOCK , WRITTEN BY JAY.

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———  LIVE  LONG  &  PROSPER .  ❞    /    SPOCK , WRITTEN BY JAY.

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———  LIVE  LONG  &  PROSPER .  ❞    /    SPOCK , WRITTEN BY JAY.

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@dcvilment​   

The fuck did he just say? “Excuse me?” 

“ oh. i think you heard me, pal. ”

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@dcvilment​

“Oh sorry – didn’t see you there.”

wow, good one. “ hey, uh – sunglasses. two thousand three called, they want a refund. ”

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@multipleperscnalities

     “Werewolf. Of course.” Because, honestly, why WOULDN’T it be a werewolf? It’s not like anything normal ever happens to him. Brushing some dirt off of his suit, he eyes a tear in the fabric for a moment before sighing quietly to himself. One day ( maybe ) he’ll go a day without having to fight some weird creature or villain. “Well… S’good thing you came when you did. That thing could take a punch.” He muses, staring down at it for a moment, before he frowns. “– What happens with it now?” 

there’s a small tug of Dean’s shoulders. mouth open and gaping like a fish as he tries to think of the best way to tell one of the most heroic superheroes on the planet that the next part of this, is that he kills it. once a monster, always a monster. or something like that. he’s hard pressed to think anything otherwise, anyway. old scars and past experience. Dean isn’t sorry. Not really. He only regrets that the guy he’s got an entire collection of baseball cards is gonna hate his guts after he says it. Dean cocks his gun, “We kill it.” 

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@multipleperscnalities​  

     “Hey– Thanks for the assist,” Steve calls out, reaching behind himself to shoulder his shield as he looks down at the… CREATURE unconscious at his feet. He’s never seen anything like it, honestly, but thankfully the other man had known how to put it down. “– What the hell is it?” 

“Well---,” Dean slants, swaying his weight from right to left. His lips split and his teeth show, “Heh,” fully aware of how fucking awkward this is. He’s sprayed with blood, his shirt, smelling of gunpowder, dusted rock salt on the lapels of his jacket, “S’no big deal,” Dean shakes his head, waving a hand. Get a grip. Holy shit. It’s just CAPTAIN fucking AMERICA. He clears his throat suddenly, voice a little deeper, “Werewolf. Y’know. Just yer standard monster.”

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@loptgangandi  

Loki barely seems to be paying attention as he tries to gauge the trajectory of the object and where it might have come from. But as the penny starts to drop he looks sidelong at Dean with a sly smirk, pulls out a knife, and plunges it toward the shield. It glances off the vibranium with the wicked shriek of an unstoppable force sliding across an immovable object, and Loki flicks it back into the folds of his suit. 

“ Right, ”  he mutters, replacing the knife in his hand with a phone.  “ Follow me, if you’d be so kind. The owner will be needing it, I suspect, and … er … best I not be the one holding it. ”

“What---,” the question drops from Dean’s mouth just as his eyebrows clench together. Trickster 2.0 has a knife, moving too quick, “Hey! Whoa, whoa, whoa,” too put-together, before he can do any more than let his palms fly out to--Dean doesn’t even know what. He raises the shield, shrinking himself on the other side, when the blade strikes the metal, not-metal, surface with a sharp schink!, then disappears back to wherever the hell Loki keeps it.   Dean peeks out from the shiny curve, “Dude!” He blinks, because what the actual fuck, “Whe--, where? Where are we going? Who are you calling?”  

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jimbo.

Kirk emphasizes his hesitation, incredulity, in the tilt and nod of his head, folding his arms across his chest, and leaning his back against the seat. he respects a man that can hold his liquor, but that jug usually comes a lot fuller. a fine line exists between impressive and alcohol poisoning. he takes his time regarding the second glass. it’s almost murder not to help. he extends his hand, “ two cups, it’s like you were expecting company. where’s your brother? or your, angel of the lord. ”

Dean jostles his drink, watching it swish at the bottom of his glass. he hums around the taste of alcohol. first, a, “heh,” then a stretched lift of his lips, as he beams tightly at the young, take-no-shit, captain who thinks he can just walk right in and call Dean on his crap like this ain’t a mirror of take a big fat look. big guy, or not, that part of whatever this is, isn’t invited.  “maybe.” Dean sighs, shifting his elbows to either knee, “lil’ bit of pot callin’ the kettle black, dontcha think, captain? where’s pointy? sorry --” he smiles, “commander spock.” 

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ooc. hello! just a psa that replies will be slower than usual for a couple days ( between here & disc.ord ). @traiilblazer is visiting so i might be sparse. love ya’ll & happy sinday. :)

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“So, what, uh--,” Dean double taps the center of his chest, “What’s that about, huh?”  / @avengingplayboy

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whatever our lives might have been, if the time continuum was disrupted, our destinies have changed. ❞ 

independent kelvin timeline spock  /  8+ years writing experience  / written by jay

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@loptgangandi​ 

“ Not until you tell me something interesting — like where you found it and how you came to have it. I don’t really have time to explain why it’s very bad that it’s not currently in its owner’s possession, so you’ll just have to take my word for it. ”

“Jesus Christ -- s’not interesting enough that I have the damn thing? I already told you, pal. It was just here, alright? I don’t know. I came outside an’ it was stuck to the hood o’my car like some cheesy red, white, an’ bullseye. Don’t get me wrong, I love AMERICA as much as the next guy but this s’a little much, don’tcha think? I mean, who even? Wait--.” 

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“Dude--I’m tellin’ you. I don’t know where the hell this friggin’ thing came from. You gonna quit givin’ me the third degree or what?”     /    @loptgangandi

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Dean + blood