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@bravelittletrickster
I’m back, I say as I proceed to disappear for another few weeks...sigh. Sorry for the few of you that are sticking with me. I promise I haven’t given up on this blog, my brain just doesn’t want to do the thing all the time. Or at least not when I’m able to actually get on and write.
shotgunhuntermoose:
bravelittletrickster:
Gabriel swore time could have stopped in the moment he heard Sam’s voice, swallowing tightly. He could feel the bond spark just with the audible connection between them. His hands trembled and he forgot how to breathe let alone speak for a moment. It was too long for him to realize that he was still on the phone and he cleared his throat.
“S-Sam?” His voice was soft and rough.
Sam almost collapsed with relief. “G-Gabriel? Oh my… Gabe…where’d you been?” Sam sniffs. He’s lost weight from Gabriel not being there and sick with worry. Coupled with not eating right. Recipe for disaster.
Gabriel sagged against the wall and slid down to the floor, pulling his knees up to his chest. His breath shuddered and he took a moment to reply. “I’ve been, uh…” He shook his head, “I’ll explain it in person, uh…where are you? The bunker?” He figured if he could find a ride, he’d be able to make it by early the next afternoon. It killed him that he couldn’t just pop over there in a second anymore. “It’ll, uh,” his voice caught, “it’ll take me some time to get there.”
Sam gave a nod when Gabriel asked him if he was home. “Y-yeah. I’m in the bunker. Dean won’t let me leave because I’ve lost….” It didn’t matter anymore. “Doesn’t matter. I’m just glad to hear from you Gabe.” Sam was currently running a fever and bedroom bound. “I’ll be in my bedroom. Not feeling well right now.”
Gabriel frowned when he heard of Sam’s health state. It’s not like he could just fix it in a snap anymore. He could fathom a guess as to a big reason Sam wasn’t feeling well if his sickness was related to stress and not having Gabriel with him and it made his heart hurt to know that his absence, though unavoidable, was causing Sam any sort of health risks. “Have you been eating? Or getting enough water and sleep?” He himself hadn’t been doing well on any of those fronts either, not used to needing to worry about them, but Sam didn’t need to know that right now. He added in a whisper, “You have to make sure you’re taking care of yourself, okay? I’ll be back with you soon. I won’t let anything stop me this time.”
shotgunhuntermoose:
bravelittletrickster:
Gabriel swore time could have stopped in the moment he heard Sam’s voice, swallowing tightly. He could feel the bond spark just with the audible connection between them. His hands trembled and he forgot how to breathe let alone speak for a moment. It was too long for him to realize that he was still on the phone and he cleared his throat.
“S-Sam?” His voice was soft and rough.
Sam almost collapsed with relief. “G-Gabriel? Oh my… Gabe…where’d you been?” Sam sniffs. He’s lost weight from Gabriel not being there and sick with worry. Coupled with not eating right. Recipe for disaster.
Gabriel sagged against the wall and slid down to the floor, pulling his knees up to his chest. His breath shuddered and he took a moment to reply. “I’ve been, uh...” He shook his head, “I’ll explain it in person, uh...where are you? The bunker?” He figured if he could find a ride, he’d be able to make it by early the next afternoon. It killed him that he couldn’t just pop over there in a second anymore. “It’ll, uh,” his voice caught, “it’ll take me some time to get there.”
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@shotgunhuntermoose
Gabriel fiddled with his phone, pacing the length of the room. He’d dialed up the number, knowing he needed to call, but he couldn’t bring himself to let the call connect. He sighed heavily, pressing call again, gnawing at his lip. He willed himself not to move the phone from his ear so he wouldn’t end the call, the phone white-knuckled in his grip. Yet, he froze when the call connected, breath catching in his throat.
Sam had been absolutely miserable without his mate. That bond growing weaker and weaker. At some point Sam had thought the archangel had died because of this. Dean had told him to take some time off. They both did. Dean was in the weapon’s room cataloging. Sam was busy in the library. His phone rang and then disconnected. He whimpers quietly. So much pain. It rings again and Sam answers before it could hang up. “H-hello?” Sam croaked.
Gabriel swore time could have stopped in the moment he heard Sam's voice, swallowing tightly. He could feel the bond spark just with the audible connection between them. His hands trembled and he forgot how to breathe let alone speak for a moment. It was too long for him to realize that he was still on the phone and he cleared his throat.
"S-Sam?" His voice was soft and rough.
Drinking starters
as requested by @ambitionbled (it won’t let me tag you, sorry!)
CONCERN.
❝How much have you had to drink?❞
❝You could have fucking alcohol poisoning!❞
❝Easy, there. Try to sit up.❞
❝I think I might’ve overdone it on the alcohol…❞
❝We’ve got to go get your stomach pumped.❞
❝I thought you said you were clean!❞
❝Yes, it is a big deal.❞
❝Let me drive you home.❞
❝You are NOT driving like this!❞
❝You are gonna have one hell of a hangover tomorrow.❞
❝Drinking until you puke is not normal.❞
DRUNK.
❝Is this real life?❞
❝I want to go to sleep but I can’t find any sheep.❞
❝How do you show fish affection?❞
❝Taco Bell is open 24 hours, right?❞
❝Tequila is not my friend? YOU’RE not my friend.❞
❝Drunk I am not.❞
-glasses on head- ❝Where did I put my glasses?❞
❝How do I tell my parents I’m a mermaid?❞
❝I’m not even tired.❞
❝I should call my ex.❞
❝I’m not drunk enough for this.❞
❝Does playing Mario Kart drunk count as drunk driving?❞
-hugging the floor- ❝I’m trying to stop the floor from spinning.❞
❝Can we go out for fried chicken?❞
ANGST.
❝What’s the fucking point anymore?❞
❝Screw recovery. I want a drink.❞
❝I’m too sober for this shit.❞
❝I don’t give a shit what you think.❞
❝I seriously don’t feel too good.❞
❝I didn’t even have that much to drink.❞
❝Will you stop fucking interrogating me?❞
❝I can drive. I’m fine.❞
❝There’s a reason I drink so much.❞
❝You’re the reason I drink so much.❞
❝I’m only happy when I’m drunk.❞
FLUFF/FUN.
❝You’re cute, you know that?❞
❝You wanna get wasted?❞
❝I’m bar-hopping tonight, wanna come?❞
❝What are you drinking, and why aren’t you sharing?❞
❝I’m having a party for two.❞
❝You’re so hot.❞
❝I’m usually too chicken-shit to say this, but…I really like you.❞
❝I don’t want to kiss you with your alcohol breath.❞
*kisses on forehead*
*kisses on cheek*
*kisses on lips*
Tail // Extra Limb Starters
as requested by anon.
❝Would you please stop staring at me?❞
❝So do you control it or does it just…move on its own?❞
❝Can you feel it?❞
❝Were you born that way?❞
❝Why, how many toes are you supposed to have?❞
❝Watch where you’re sticking that thing, would you?❞
❝I thought I was the only one.❞
❝Thanks for not looking at me like a freak.❞
❝Can I touch it?❞
❝Are you gonna get it removed?❞
❝That feels so weird.❞
❝I was just born this way.❞
❝I actually think it’s kind of cute.❞
❝It’s not funny. I can’t go anywhere without being stared at, I can’t function like a normal person.❞
❝I didn’t mean to make you feel awkward.❞
❝I love you just the way you are.❞
Send a symbol for your muse to run into mine while they are...
👩🍳 – Cooking
👰 – In their Wedding Dress/Tux
🤱 – Babysitting
👣 – Out with their kids
👶 – Pregnant
💄 – Sporting a new makeover
👙 – In a cute swimsuit
👗 – Dressed up for a nice date
🌂 – Drenched from the rain
👁 – Temporarily blind
💍 – Wearing an engagement ring
🤛 – Bloody from a fight
💋 – Kissing another muse
🙏 – Praying
👟 – Running from an enemy
✂️ – Sporting a new haircut
📯 – Playing an instrument
🎉 – Celebrating New Years alone
🎁 – Celebrating their birthday alone
🔑 – Locked out of their place
🛌 – Sleeping
🚿 – In the shower
🔮 – Getting their fortune told
💉 – Sick/Injured
🚬 – Smoking/Doing drugs
❤️ – Falling in love
💔 – Broken-hearted
🃏 – Playing strip poker
🏳️🌈 – At a Pride event
Injury Starters
“Whoa, when did you get this?”
“Who did this to you?”
“Hold still— I need to clean it.”
“I’m supposed to believe this was an accident?”
“Damn— I’d hate to see the other guy.”
“Does this hurt when I touch it?”
“What the hell, ___? Another fight?”
“What the hell happened to your face?”
“Why are you so calm about this? You’re really hurt.”
“I think your arm is broken. It’s not supposed to bend like that.”
“Here, let me help you with that.”
“You’re bleeding a lot. Too much. Apply more pressure. I’m calling an ambulance.”
“Did you think I was gonna leave you like this?”
“Instead of helping you, they ran off? What an asshole.”
“You need to be more careful. You keep getting hurt like this and you’ll put yourself out of commission.”
“Let me grab the first-aid kit. Don’t move.”
“So, do you wanna explain to me what the hell happened?”
“You look really pale. Sit down. I don’t need you fainting before I get this stitched-up.”
“I’m not blaming you, I’m just saying this looks awfully suspicious.”
“How many of them were there? This doesn’t look like one man’s doing.”
“Sit still. I need to clean this before it gets infected.”
“Wiggle your fingers. I need to make sure it’s not broken.”
“This is gonna hurt. A lot. But it’ll be quick. I need to pop it back into place.”
“I told you not to act recklessly like that. You might think you’re protecting me, but you’re gonna get yourself killed if you keep jumping in like that.”
“That was really close this time. Too close. Please, promise me you’re gonna listen to me and be more careful in the future.”
angst & post-angst sentences. feel free to change diction, pronouns, and the like around to make the sentences more suitable. these sentences are kept vague to imply but avoid mentioning specific triggers besides death—feel free to mention specifics in your ask.
“ don’t touch him! ”
“ please, don’t hurt _____! ”
“ i had nothing to do with that. ”
“ is this my fault? ”
“ you lied to me. ”
“ [name]? —oh, i’m hallucinating. ”
“ she’ll never hurt you again. ”
“ did you kill him? ”
“ you have to stop this. ”
“ it’s been weeks. is it not getting easier? ”
“ i just need to know that something’s real. ”
“ you can resist it. you have to. ”
“ i’m sorry, i thought i saw—… ”
“ every day you’re becoming more like her. ”
“ if i go, he’ll leave you alone. ”
“ you can’t tell ____ that i’m doing this. ”
“ we’re gonna see each other again, right? right? ”
“ she’s not you. ”
“ i can’t hurt him. ”
“ i don’t feel like the same person i was before it happened. ”
“ she’ll go through you to get to me. ”
“ it’s nothing personal. ”
“ you can’t expect me to believe nothing happened, not when you flinch everytime something touches you. ”
“ i thought you knew. ”
“ please, don’t trust me. ”
“ he was just a kid. ”
“ i need you more than you need me. ”
“ if you really wanted to help, you would leave. ”
“ i needed to make it stop. ”
“ do anything she says, don’t give her a reason to hurt you. ”
“ you really don’t remember. _____, you tried to kill me. ”
“ have you ever seen the life leave someone’s eyes? ”
“ i know you can’t talk about it, but i’m going to stay with you regardless. ”
“ hey, everything okay? [name]? [name]! ”
“ you died. ”
“ i deserved worse. ”
“ you never came. ”
“ you would’ve let me die. ”
“ beg. ”
“ the problem is you keep thinking i’m a good person. ”
“ it’s not about me, anymore. ”
“ please tell me he’s lying to me. ”
“ you’re not actually considering this. ”
“ look me in the eyes and say that again. ”
“ you have no right. ”
“ i don’t believe you. ”
“ i love you. i’m sorry. ”
memory loss starters send a sentence, get a drabble.
“ trust me. we’re [friends/family]. ”
“ you’re groggy from the medicine. ”
“ this isn’t funny. stop it. ”
“ i know you’re scared and confused, but i’m here to answer your questions. ”
“ you’ve suffered a shock. ”
“ i’m [name]. don’t you remember? ”
“ trust me. ”
“ hey, hey. don’t overexert yourself. it’s okay. ”
“ you’re talking nonsense. ”
“ you lost your memory. ”
“ take your time. ”
“ you…forgot me? ”
“ the doctor said it’s temporary. ”
“ be patient, it’ll come to you. ”
“ tell me what you remember. ”
“ who are you? ”
“ let me go! i don’t know you! ”
“ i’m sorry. i wish i could make myself remember. ”
“ prove it. prove that we know each other. ”
“ i need answers, and i need them now. ”
“ help me understand. ”
“ don’t go. i’m scared. ”
“ you look…familiar.”
“ do we know each other? ”
“ i can’t remember anything. ”
“ don’t come any closer. ”
“ i’m sorry, but we’ve never met. ”
“ maybe i don’t want to remember. ”
“ my memories are gone. ”
“ i’m not joking! i don’t know who you are! ”
“ [name]? who’s that? ”
“ everything you’re saying could be lies. ”
sick asks
looking after
drink your juice.
sorry, but i need you to stand up.
it looks like you need a nap.
at least tell me how long you’ve been feeling like this.
don’t talk.
i made tea.
try to eat.
i washed the sheets for you.
bless you.
are you okay in there?
you don’t have to eat the soup, but it’s there.
sorry for waking you.
no, you need to rest.
i got your medicine.
i’ll make you soup.
you can’t eat this junk.
didn’t i say you’d get sick?
being sick
please don’t make me food.
can you help me?
you don’t have to do this.
can i get out of bed now?
i’ll feel better if you go away.
i wanted a snack.
thank you.
don’t get too close.
i’ve felt off all day.
i feel like garbage.
you’ve been here the whole time?
it can’t be time for my medicine already.
i need a change of clothes.
it’s not that bad.
can you bring me some tissues?
i think i’m getting sick.
but i’m okay.
i don’t want medicine.
You know that trope where someone’s injured and lying on the floor unable to move and their friend/lover/family member is standing over them battered and bloodied like, you will not touch them. You’ll have to go through me?
That. That is a good™️ trope.
characters getting injured: 👌👌👌👌
characters getting injured and then hIDING IT SO NO ONE WORRIES ABOUT THEM: 👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👀👀👀👀👀👀😫😫
My muse has been pushing themselves too hard, forgoing sleep for days… and has just momentarily passed out because of it. Send me ‘ I’ve got you! ‘ for my muse’s reaction to yours catching them before they hit the floor.
protective starters send a sentence, get a drabble.
“ get back here! [name]! ”
“ i’m not asking you, i’m telling you. ”
“ i got your back, you got mine. ”
“ you need bandages and rest. ”
“ you’re not the boss of me. ”
“ i’m fine. what about you? ”
“ i will always rescue you. ”
“ get away from [him/her/them]! ”
“ you shouldn’t be out of bed. ”
“ i thought i lost you. ”
“ hide. ”
“ i can look after myself. ”
“ is that a blood stain?! ”
“ you were careless. ”
“ don’t touch that. ”
“ come here, you’re bleeding. ”
“ i didn’t think i would see you again. ”
“ do you need a hug? ”
“ you saved me. ”
“ i’m trying to keep you safe. ”
“ stop hugging me. ”
“ [name], where are you?! ”
“ i won’t leave you! ”
“ what were you thinking?! ”
“ i will protect you with my life. ”
“ who did this to you? ”
send “ get well soon ” for a random starter based on this generator.
