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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. ”
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Faith tried to recall another time where the wind and rain joined forces with such malicious intent as to both slice through her clothes and flesh to chill her to the bone and try to drown her simultaneously.
At the next sickening wet squelch from her Sharpie decorated Chucks, Faith let out a groan of frustration. The canvas did nothing to keep the water out and her mismatched socks had long given up on trying to absorb any more water. It was just her luck to run out of money and people to con or pick pocket in the middle of freakin' No where, USA. Seriously, since the Greyhound bus dropped her off at what Faith assumed passed as a bus stop in this one streetlight town, she hadn't seen anything but abandoned houses, a few boarded up businesses and a church. (So not her scene.)
"Seriously?!" the words uselessly tossed out into the rain, "What kind of hick town doesn't have a bar? You couldn't throw me a freakin' bone here?!"
Faith's hair hung in drowned wet ringlets down her back, a few pieces choosing to break rank and clinging to her face much like the cropped cotton t-shirt that had adhered itself to every curve of her slick, goosebump speckled skin and rain darkened low-riding jeans.
Just as she was about to give up and hope the abandoned railroad bridge up ahead would provide shelter from the storm, Faith heard the low rumble of a car, the first she'd seen in well over an hour, approaching.
As the skies really opened up and the winds shook the 67 Chevy Impala, Dean was just rolling into some backwater town in the middle of nowhere. Some roads in central US, felt like they went on forever, this had been no exception.
Visibility was low and even moreo, was his gas. He didn't know when the next town over was, but it didn't seem very likely there'd be much in the way of a motel or some sort of lodging for the night. But he definitely needed gas before he decided on anything further.
Seeing what looked like some run down gas station, Dean pulls in, coming to a stop.
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Dean snorts, not even trying to deny it, looking back up at her. "No reason can't to both? Flush out a possible nest and get some dessert at the same time. Not a bad plan if you'd ask me!"
Got to make hunts fun every once in a while, and recently there'd been an endless string of hunts lately, couldn't hurt to look in at the contest, right?
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"I knew it!" Faith gives a small, triumphant bounce, eyes laughing as she swoops in to nip at Dean's full lower lip briefly. "You're so lame," the playful accusation is punctuated with a laugh followed by Faith flopping back over next to the hunter. It wasn't as if they didn't deserve to let loose a little after the streak they had been on and while a pie eating contest at some hick county fair didn't exactly sound like their usual wild time, maybe she could liven things up by filling Dean up with pie and then seeing how many rides it would take before he hurled. "Tell ya' what, Tiger," Faith rolls into Dean's side, back propped up on her elbow. "You know I love a good vamp's nest as much as the next girl, but whadda you say we pawn it off on another hunter and just tear it up at this fair or whatever it is? I'll bet you twenty bucks I can eat more pie than you." The challenge was laid and the trap set, Faith smiled with one eyebrow slightly raised to egg Dean on into accepting the bet while leisurely drawing her fingernails across his chest. @dontscratchtheimpala
That was a very tempting thought, Dean wouldn't lie, but something also just didn't sit right. He didn't know why. The hunter wasn't looking at the gift horse in the mouth, except he was. It would be convenient timing to have a contest - of any sort, at the same time as a vampire next?
Then he snorts at the proposed challenge. Breaking him out of his train if thought.
"Be prepared then to lose that money," he retorts. Gently grabs the hand, then kisses along her arm, up to her petite shoulder, peppering it with his lips.
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Kicking at the scratchy motel blanket, Faith turned onto her side while propping her head in her hand and flashed Dean a knowing grin. "A possible vampire's nest, huh?" The amusement Faith felt at Dean's oh-so-transparent lie could be heard around the edges of her still per-caffinated morning voice. Swatting at the local newspaper Dean had been reading in bed, Faith pounced on the hunter, holding the small town paper out of his reach above his head as she straddled him. "Dude, I might not have graduated high school, but I can read! There is a county fair or some shit in that area complete with a pie eating contest! The only thing you're looking to stab and slice into is about 30 different varieties of pies!" Faith laughed, tossing the newspaper onto the floor beside the bed. @dontscratchtheimpala
Dean snorts, not even trying to deny it, looking back up at her. "No reason can't to both? Flush out a possible nest and get some dessert at the same time. Not a bad plan if you'd ask me!"
Got to make hunts fun every once in a while, and recently there'd been an endless string of hunts lately, couldn't hurt to look in at the contest, right?
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Please reblog this if it is okay to send you memes a few hours after you reblogged them. So timezones/work do not lock out some people of meme fun
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Hey, aware it's been a very long time, I'm sorry for up and disappearing. I went into a hiatus and lost interest in rping as a whole for a while. Hoping to get back into it.
But how are you? I hope things are doing okay with you. Rping aside I've kind of missed you!
OMG!!! 🤯🥰 Hello! I have totally missed you too! Things haven't been brilliant but I am so happy to hear from you! I hope you are well! 🩷🩷
I am always here for you and am ready to write again if & when you're ready.
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Might be a little out of sync with Tumblr and stuff, but I'd like to start writing and plotting again!
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“Are you jealous?~” Cas asked after seeing Dean beginning to seethe
Dean crosses his arms, turning his head away. "No. Not at all."
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Dean let out a sigh, sometimes Cas was too impatient this is what was, in part, keeping Dean back from pushing forwards in his relationship. There was still a lot about emotions and talking about emotions he did not understand. Emotions he didn't know how to express or had ever experienced before.
"I know..."
Cas gave Dean a worried look. He rubbed the back of his neck and let out a tired huff. “Dean if you need to leave for a while to sort your personal shit out...I won’t stop you. It seems like it could do you some good.”
The archangel wasn’t sure if that was a hint that Cas wanted him to go. “”I’m not wanting to leave,”
“Then don’t...I mean I don’t want you to. Sometimes I find that I need a few days to myself to clear my head. It helps me when things get to much, just thought I’d suggest you do it but if you don’t want to then don’t.”
Dean steps closer, wrapping his arms around the Hunter. “It’s close to Xmas...I want to spend it... down here for once. With you.”
Castiel pulled away from Dean after a moment or two, finding it hard to look directly at him. He could feel his cheeks heat up from being so close (in a non sexual nature). The hunter cleared his throat before speaking. “ I would like that too but I find you climbing up our christmas tree cause you want to be our angelic tree topper than I’m kicking you out.” Cas chuckled.
The archangel feigned insult at such an accusation. "I would never do such a thing," he chuckles.
“You never know, we put angels on top of our trees, I wanted to save you the confusion. Although that would have for a hilarious christmas photos, we would just have to find a tree thick enough to take your weight.”
"I've never understood why humans decorate the tree tops with our kind. We definitely don't sit on trees."
Castiel let out a deep laugh. "It's a religion thing Dean that's all I know. Anyway, let's get back to the bunker before our brothers end up destroying the place."
"Not once in thy bible, or anywhere, are angels on trees." Dean shakes his head with a shrug. "But yeah, let's head back."
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The joys of Hollywood, as Dean listened to her answer. “Is it bad that I don’t know who your ‘sister’ is?” Dean really wasn’t all caught up yet after returning home. “I’m not entirely caught up yet after returning from overseas.”
And eyebrow cocked at her question. She really was keen, or was she testing him. “Nah, I’m single. This job takes he all over the place, so I’m not in one place long with to hold anything serious. As from where I’m from, nah, you’ve guessed right. I’m from Kansas originally, but now live in South Dakota.”
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Most men are quick to tell her they are unattached, whether it was true or not was usually an entirely different matter. However, something about this guy just hits as sincere, so she goes with her gut and takes Dean on his word. That didn’t mean she was going to throw herself at him - Chasing men was not her style.
That said, Faith wished she could figure out what it was about this Winchester guy that has her wanting to play along. Usually by now, she’d be riding him all the way to the photoshoot, but no! Here she is wanting to get to know him? Why? He’s made it clear he’s only here to do his job and take off. He probably thinks she’s some spoiled Hollywood Princess. So why was it in the short time they’ve spent together, she feels… Different, around him, and not in a bad way.
… Of course, that didn’t mean she wasn’t imaging fifty different ways to get that suit off of him, but hey, no one was perfect.
“Well look at that,” Faith offers Dean a slightly lopsided grin, “a genuine mid-western guy. Wow. Let me be the first to apologise for the culture shock of LA and Hollywood,” she replies dryly. “Then again, I’m sure you’ve seen your share of actual Hell oversees… I won’t say I envy you, or can even imagine what that was like,” Faith acknowledges. “But at least you were doing some good in the world.”
Pausing for a moment, Faith averts her eyes to her window, brushing at a wayward lock of hair, “I can tell you all about my PERFECT sister, sorry, sisters, but I prefer to be waaay more drunk.” She looks back at Dean again, “But what about you? You didn’t say anything about your family? They still around?” she asks, quick to move on.
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Doing some good really depended on who you asked. Dean personally didn't feel he did any 'good' while over there. At the time, maybe. But in hindsight.
"My family? Both parents are deceased. A brother up in California, and a step brother... God knows where he is these days. Both are younger." Dean came off as pretty chill talking about his parents and siblings.
"So how did you come across Crowley and the guy with a stick up his ass?"
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What Soft Romance Cliché Are You?
Your Result:
/oh./
the italicized oh. often seen in romance novels and fanfics. when a character looks at someone, wondering why their chest tightens when they're near, why their heart beats quicken at the slightest touches, why they lose their breathe at the sight of them and suddenly realization dawns on them— oh. they've been in love for a long time now. you are soft and quiet, probably the most overlooked. though when you love, you fall deeply. i'm sure you have a lot of anxieties when it comes to love, and you're more inclined to fall in love with a longtime friend than a stranger. though, your love is pure. and maybe if you have someone in mind, this is your sign to tell them.
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"Happy New Year, Tiger."
"Happy New year, babe." Dean wraps one arm around the Slayer's waist.
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“Are you jealous?~” Cas asked after seeing Dean beginning to seethe
Dean crosses his arms, turning his head away. "No. Not at all."
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Dean let out a sigh, sometimes Cas was too impatient this is what was, in part, keeping Dean back from pushing forwards in his relationship. There was still a lot about emotions and talking about emotions he did not understand. Emotions he didn't know how to express or had ever experienced before.
"I know..."
Cas gave Dean a worried look. He rubbed the back of his neck and let out a tired huff. “Dean if you need to leave for a while to sort your personal shit out...I won’t stop you. It seems like it could do you some good.”
The archangel wasn’t sure if that was a hint that Cas wanted him to go. “”I’m not wanting to leave,”
“Then don’t...I mean I don’t want you to. Sometimes I find that I need a few days to myself to clear my head. It helps me when things get to much, just thought I’d suggest you do it but if you don’t want to then don’t.”
Dean steps closer, wrapping his arms around the Hunter. “It’s close to Xmas...I want to spend it... down here for once. With you.”
Castiel pulled away from Dean after a moment or two, finding it hard to look directly at him. He could feel his cheeks heat up from being so close (in a non sexual nature). The hunter cleared his throat before speaking. “ I would like that too but I find you climbing up our christmas tree cause you want to be our angelic tree topper than I’m kicking you out.” Cas chuckled.
The archangel feigned insult at such an accusation. "I would never do such a thing," he chuckles.
“You never know, we put angels on top of our trees, I wanted to save you the confusion. Although that would have for a hilarious christmas photos, we would just have to find a tree thick enough to take your weight.”
"I've never understood why humans decorate the tree tops with our kind. We definitely don't sit on trees."
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The Bodyguard nods. “I think that’s fair. You deserve to know more about the guy that’s to watch your back constantly.” Having a think, he wasn’t sure what to ask first.
“Do you have a big family? Don’t need to go into deep details about any of them.”
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Laughing so her head is thrown back and a lock of hair falls across her face, Faith looks back at Dean once she catches her breath.
“You couldn’t have picked a more convoluted question for a first one if you tried. Not your fault, but Hollywood’s a cess pool. Okay then, um… My mother has been married and divorced more times than I can ever possibly remember, not that I try. The dude I’ve been told is my father, and reluctantly sometimes agrees with this, has two daughters. So to answer your question in the most simplest terms, I technically have a mother out there somewhere who used to be a supermodel, a father who is a business manager slash agent, step-mother who runs a gallery and two half-sisters, one of which is an actress as well. I think the other one wants to be a writer or some shit like that.” Faith shrugs, “I’ve only seen her a few times, but everyone knows my slightly older sister.”
Shrugging the question off, Faith glances away for a moment, just long enough to push down any thoughts of her so-called family and then turns back to Dean, all smiles.
“Okay, your turn. Family? Girlfriend back home? And where is home? It’s certainly not California.”
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The joys of Hollywood, as Dean listened to her answer. "Is it bad that I don't know who your 'sister' is?" Dean really wasn't all caught up yet after returning home. "I'm not entirely caught up yet after returning from overseas."
And eyebrow cocked at her question. She really was keen, or was she testing him. "Nah, I'm single. This job takes he all over the place, so I'm not in one place long with to hold anything serious. As from where I'm from, nah, you've guessed right. I'm from Kansas originally, but now live in South Dakota."
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