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could you post your rules regarding said blogs please, I'm mobile ATM and wouldn't want to offend ! xo
trois. if you’re writing with users who make me uncomfortable in any capacity, i’ll immediately unfollow / abstain from following.
i don’t give out urls in situations like this because that’s not fair to tell someone who they can and can’t write with, and i’ll never be that person, let alone allow someone to accuse me of being that person lmao so ig this is kinda vague and not at all reassuring but dropping names and urls is gross ?? if you’re close w me then i’ll tell u but as far as mutuals i’m not talking to every day or getting super close with,,,i’m not gonna sit here and tell you who you can and can’t be friends with. i’ll just take myself out of the equation if it ever comes to that :^ )
Could not find it. Sorry, your font is tiny.
wow i just deleted your ask off my blog on accident i’m so sorry! to reiterate what i said for anyone else that’s having trouble finding my rules page, it’s right here, and sorry about the tiny font! i know it’s probably a hassle for some people, but it’s a comfortable size for me and looks neat on my blog. if ur having trouble, try zooming in on the page! also u don’t have to apologise it’s totally okay, like i said i understand that my font is pretty small so dfkjgk
LACECROWN / dorothea.
THE CONFUSED WRINKLE just between the girl’s brows turned more bemused, expression shifting to the less serious side the safer one. ❛ well, i am not one for obscure websites, ❜ though she did believe there were plenty was all they were made of real, however ?
❛ and while i can believe all that ; how about the witch ? that thing did startle you, didn’t it ? i found that even rays of sunshine can be targets, you know. ❜ ever so wise, she offers in gentler tone, though arms are crossed, placed neatly on her chest.
not one for obscure websites. that lifts a portion of the weight off his shoulders –– knowing he didn’t just set something into motion by piquing the interest of a curious mind. but he’s not out of the woods yet; the girl is still searching for answers ( better to hear from him than some crap website ran by amateurs, right ? )
❛ alright, listen. i don’t know who she is or why she wants me chokin’ down maggots for my next meal, but i’m guessing it probably has somethin’ t’ do with why we’re in town in the first place. you any good at keeping secrets ? ❜
LAIDRE / maggie.
‘ don’t mention it. ‘ an arch of a brow rises at his word, teeth holding back the smile that threatens to form. ‘ seems you got a way with words — ‘ her grip readjusts and gazes flutter to their surroundings, ‘ care to see if you’re any better at huntin’? ‘
his own gaze follows the path of hers, until the creak of what sounded like footsteps had his attention snapping to the ceiling. he doesn’t dare make a sound, let alone breathe, but he gestures for maggie to watch his six while circling around to the staircase, gun drawn.
MEANSPEECH / brooke.
❛ right . a masked killer going around killing all my friends . the cops has already asked all the questions . ❜
❛ just followin’ protocol, sweetheart. ❜ clears his throat, notepad flipped closed and tucked inside his suit jacket. dean’s less concerned about the local cops and more concerned about these kids; the legend of brandon james has been sitting at the forefront of his mind ever since he rolled into town. ❛ off the record, is there anything you wanna tell me ? anything that, uh, you maybe haven’t felt comfortable talking about with anybody else ? ❜
PURRSUASION / selina.
there’s a certain feeling you get when you realize someone’s really looking at you. not glancing ; not peeking ; actually looking at you. studying. searching. seems a little different than moments before, when his eyes were all over her – again, not that she could blame him ; that kind of attention’s half-expected. but while that’s half-expected, this is different. where before, she could handle it with a certain confidence, here, she finds the rose-blush in her cheeks deepening, kohl-rimmed eyes looking anywhere else. peculiar.
“ well, if you say so. ” hopefully sammy won’t mind too much. she peers in his direction, now, out of the corner of her eye ; selina’s equally curious about him, believe her, but she doesn’t want to let on about it just yet. “ 'course, i only ask, because, well – there is a case of the walking dead, here. and a few other things that go bump in the night, but i mean – you’re the ‘ ghostbuster, ’ right ? ”
now she’s said her piece, she’s got time to dissolve into her thoughts behind a sip of her martini. charismatic, personable ; they’re words that come to mind, when it comes to her company. but he’s hiding something behind witty one-liners and passable laughs – and while that could be deceptive, it’s a win, in her book : call him mysterious, or intriguing, or anything you like ; he’s something she has yet to figure out.
“ you’re an interesting guy ; i’m gonna give you that. ” as far as she’s concerned, it’s the best compliment in the world. “ it’s refreshing. ”
it’s the rose - hued tint to her cheeks that he almost found endearing, in that romantic cliché sense of the word –– the word he’d always hated because it was a poet’s word, and poets’ words were too soft and kind for someone like dean; there wasn’t enough grit, wasn’t enough this and wasn’t enough that. but poets’ words were perfect to describe what he saw when he looked at her. he just couldn’t ever say them.
interest piques with the turn of conversation. things that go bump in the night are right up his alley, but that isn’t why he’s here. a cursed relic dating back to the eighteen - hundreds, on the other hand, that brought him half - way across the country to gotham, is ( but he’s had less luck tracking it down than he hoped. )
❛ ghostbuster ? nah. i’m a ghostganker. ❜
sounded better in his head, he realises, but only after saying it with so much conviction that even the bartender looked up from beneath the hood of his eyes, riding the tail - end of secondhand embarrassment. but dean recovers with a charming smile, half - hidden behind the rim of the glass as he drinks to smother the nervous laugh that swells down in his throat.
it drowns beneath a swallow of whiskey. a lot like everything else.
❛ hey, i’m still sittin’ on a couple more pickup lines if you’re still ridin’ the fence about givin’ me your number –– even though i can think of at least two things off the top of my head that you could be straddling instead. ❜
i think youre a wonderful dean.
thank you!! i’m always so taken aback when i get praise from other dean blogs but at the same time, i feel giddy? like a little kid who gets to see their crappy drawing pinned to the fridge by their proud momther™ omg. thanks again, u beautiful person!
how am i doing with my character ?
i loved you so much and i couldn’t save you. do you know what that’s like, when your hands aren’t stable enough to hold something so important. to watch your own reflection drop everything precious in this world into the fire. do you know what it’s like to burn alongside, whispering, please, i tried, i swear to god that i tried
Your Dean is so fucking good holy shit. Everything is so on point. I can hear Jensen's voice in your writing. It's THAT good.
i’m gonna scream omg?? sorry i didn’t respond to the night i got it but i’m still a little Shook and i just?? thank you so much you have no idea what this means to me. it really did lift my spirits so thank you, thank you, thank you so much
j/ohn w/inchester: i love both my boys j/ohn w/inchester, later: i never much cared for dean
SEENGLORY / cas.
castiel has never been one to dabble in casual affairs. the air around him was always awkward then, as he didn’t quite understand these delicate creatures like he should. observance was always limited. more important matters, to him and his family, took place upstairs. now he was trying, at least with sam and dean. it was a complicated matter. he shows up, uninvited, in the motel room. a plastic bag that weighs in his right hand. his throat clears to make his presence known and he spares a glance towards the items. ❝ i brought …. food. ❞ // @cursedguilt
hard proof. that’s what he’d asked of sam back in providence two years ago –– hard proof that angels were out there and that god's will wasn’t just another scapegoat. innocent people are being killed every day in the name of religion, and dean couldn’t reconcile that with the lord’s work.
he used to think of angels and think fat little cherubs with fluffy wings and halos; now, that fat little cherub is just another dick in a trenchcoat, who wouldn’t understand the concept of personal space if it bit him in the frigging keister.
his pulse jumps, spine stiffening. cuffs a hand over his mouth until he’s regained a modicum of composure before turning to face castiel with an eyebrow quirked. ❛ bad timing. just sent sammy out to grab some good ‘ole tex - mex down the road. ❜ a pause as he eyes the bag, narrows his gaze.
❛ ... –– tell me that’s not a friggin’ rotisserie chicken. ❜
showing some love for my favourite heaux @purrsuasion bc honestly what the fuck....this world doesn’t deserve someone as kind and selfless as tumblr user jules purrsuasion??? she’s Always There when i need her and she’s got my back 120% and i literally couldn’t ask for a better friend on this hellsite so shoutout to jules for being light and lovely and one of my very favourite people i hope u know how much i love and support u not 2 mention how much i love to queue u....
KILLSAM / bela.
paranoia ties her wrists, watching his anger like it’s a toy she can twirl around her finger. the dead tend not to fear fire, but to dance in it. she knows him well enough to abandon the possibility of a bluff in his mouth, but maybe she can put one in hers. informal manner fading with a genuine threat, ❝ go ahead – ❞ she hisses, moving to walk past him, purposefully knocking shoulders, challenge. idle hands pull a bag from behind the television set, lifting it to display. ❝ burn it. ❞
jawline pulls taut, tics beneath grit teeth as she barges shoulders with him. the corner of his mouth twitches into a sneer, fingers curling into a fist down by his side before loosening, dipping into a denim pocket to retrieve the zippo. flicks the lid open in one smooth motion and strikes down the flint wheel. ❛ c’mon, bela. you ‘n me can do this dance all day, or –– you can give me what i want ‘n i’ll be outta your hair. ❜ he’s closing in, flame dancing on the wick before stilling, in time with the last step that brings him face to face.
I honestly think you're doing an amazing job with Dean, his voice is very strong in your writing and the whole style of it simply fits, thank you and keep it up!
thank you so much! this really means a lot to hear considering i’ve been up and down with my portrayal and uncertain about whether i have his voice, so this is super nice to hear!
how am i doing with my character ?