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@dxmonborn-a
.·͙̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥̩̩̥͙ ✩ ̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥̩̩͙‧͙ . "Ｗｈｏ ａｒｅ ｙｏｕ？" "ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ. ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ᴛᴏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀꜱ…" .·͙̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥̩̩̥͙ ✩ ̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥̩̩͙‧͙ .
ɪɴᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ sᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ sᴜᴘᴇʀɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ ᴏᴄ. ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʙʏ ᴍᴀᴅᴅɪᴇ, 26, sʜᴇ/ʜᴇʀ.
ᴄᴀᴀʀᴅ. ᴍᴇᴍᴇs. ᴏᴘᴇɴ. sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ ᴄᴀʟʟ. ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛs.
Hᴇᴀᴠɪʟʏ ᴀғғɪʟɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ: @righteouslysin @stanfordprepped @jchnwinchester @sheprotec @loyaltyfallen @bleakfated @ofblackskies @theoneswithoutpacks
Aғғɪʟɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ: @pastelchosen @rpsocsandcanonohmy @heldheart @xcruel-gamex
I am officially moved to my multimuse blog! You can find me over at @themonstersamongus
"You're grounded."
"You can't ground me. You're not my dad."
If Sam knew Dean well, and he did, that was most likely true. He never could sit still when it came to Alex or to Baby. So he wouldn't be surprised in the slightest if his older brother were to make an appearance within the next few hours. As they walked into the house, trained ears caught on to the vibrations of the phone, something that earned a faint chuckle. "So what did he do this time?" It was a simple an innocent enough question when they arrived in the kitchen, the former hunter busying himself by getting out two bowls and utensils. Alex and Dean seemed to share in a certain stubbornness that Sam could only refer to as the Winchester brand of stubborn. He couldn't even count how many times it had caused he and Dean to butt heads over things.
Slowly walking into the ranch house behind her uncle, Alex pulled her sleeves over her reddened hands. Looking around, Alex was surprised at how...not dark the house was compared to the bunker. It was a nice change because she was just so used to seeing the dark bunker all the time. Alex didn't go to her uncle's house so much because she and her dad were always on hunts, but when she did go to his house, she was always surprised at how much different from the bunker it looked.
Looking up with the puppy dog look when she was asked what her father did, Alex was hesitant. She could never lie to either her father nor her uncle because they had to lie their way through their whole lives, so they could easily see through her lies.
"Um..." she started, narrowing her eyes for a moment before looking back up at Sam. "We got into a fight after a hunt we just had," she murmured, taking the bowl in her sleeved hands when her uncle handed her a bowl, mumbling a thank you to him. "Well, there were...words said between us and...uh...I took the Impala. The last thing I said was that I hated him." Tears beaded in her eyes eyes as she spoke. "I didn't mean to say that. I was just...so mad at him."
dxmonborn asked:
011. — Shoot my muse. (have a demon alex)
It took Sam a long moment to register just what had happened, ears still ringing from the gunfire that rang out in the abandoned building. Before he knew it, he on the ground. Something warm was pooling around him, a hand moving to rest at the wet spot on his stomach. Lifting a shaking hand made his sluggish mind realize what it was: blood. His blood. But when he and Alex had come in, no one was with them...Right? Hazel eyes shifted, glazed as they looked to their attacker. Alex. But...why? Why would she shoot him? The hunter just couldn't comprehend it. This was his niece, his brothers pride and joy. Why would she betray him of all people? His mouth didn't want to work correctly at first, breath coming in soft pants. "...Why?" Was all he could manage to get out weakly.
Alex had been out in Chicago with her uncle on a case amd her dad was back at the motel doing some extra research before he met up with them. What Alex didn't know was how this hunt would affect her mentally. The moment the three of them arrived to Chicago, she had started to get headaches and all she did was brush it off as being stress. What she didn't know was when she had fallen asleep at the motel the night prior, she had let her guard down and her demon side had slipped out. Fully. Neither had father nor her uncle had noticed because her demon side had memorized how Alex acted amd felt and was basically a clone of her. Before she and Sam had left to go out, Alex had slipped her father's gun amd he knew that the man never parted with it.
No matter how hard Alex tried, she wasn't able to claw her way back to her consciousness and gain control back. She was watching everything that the demon was doing. That included shooting her uncle with her own father's gun. When the demon spoke, it made Alex sick to her stomach.
"Why?" she murmured, gazing at the silver pistol that her small fingers were curled around, black eyes flicking up to look at Sam. "You should've expected this, Sam. I keep saying I'm a freak of nature, but neither you nor Dean do anything about it." Alex never called her father by his name. This wasn't Alex, though. "I'm a monster and there's no changing that fact. You and your brother should've put me down a long time ago. You have no idea how many innocents I've killed just for the hell of it. There's no exorcism that will banish this demon." A slick smile crept on to the blonde's face. "Come on. You should know how I feel. You have demon blood in you after all."
gonna be inactive for a bit because i wanna work on my dean icons and getting rps out and post some memes now that i have his blog up and active. follow me over there and come bother him!
new faceclaim alert!
stana katic as an older alex, roughly in her late 30s
@righteouslysin
[text: Dad] You have to promise not to be mad when I get back to the motel after school today
you know what pisses me off? when someone sees me actively trying to put the baby to sleep and they still bang on the bedroom door going "there's a shitty diaper out here." motherfucker, do you not know how hard it is to put my son down for bed? sometimes it takes an hour. a whole fucking hour. you saw me through the half open door and still thought it was a good idea to bang on the door and then you woke him up. i went off on their ass and i have no remorse. thanks for coming to my ted talk.
i can’t cry
because you take each tear
&& turn it against me
“ see, this, “ you jeer, “ this is why
no one takes you seriously… “
"Hey. Who's making me coffee?" ↳ 13.06 - TOMBSTONE
i know i said i'd be on tonight working on my dean blog, but i don't have the energy. my mom leaves tomorrow around noon, so i'll try to be online then
DEAN WINCHESTER
Supernatural | S6 EP01 : Exile on Main Street
once i get the baby down, i'm gonna try to do some iconing for my new dean blog and then open it up and also work on asks and drafts and icons for alex
&. social media meme ――
for all the edit lovers! a compilation of social media templates is linked.
send 📷 for an instagram edit featuring your muse, ref.
send 🎵 for a playlist edit inspired by your muse, ref.
send ✉️ for a text conversation between our muses, ref.
send 🤪 for an instagram story with your muse, ref.
send 🕊️ for a tweet about your muse, ref.
send 🕊️+ for a response to your muse’s tweet, ref.
send 🎞️ for a video call with your muse, ref.
send 📱 for a lockscreen of my muse’s phone, ref.
send 📱+ for a notification featuring your muse, ref.
so my mom is coming down today and tomorrow, so i won't be on my laptop until at night. i'll try and get on tonight to answer asks and get to drafts
Medical Professional Sentences
(Sentences for doctors, nurses, and other medical professionals. Adjust phrasing where needed)
"I think you're suffering from post-traumatic stress."
"I'm a doctor. You could have told me."
"Don't happen to know what did this, do you? I haven't seen a wound like that in a long time."
"I'm sorry, but if you had someone that was threading a needle close to your eye, how conscious would you like to be?"
"Most people expect to be shot in the chest. A neat, round bullet that drills a tasteful hole. It's the television that does it, I suppose."
"You're a bit like a doctor, aren't you? You tend to bury your mistakes."
"I can't just give you patient information. You know that, right?"
"You're not a doctor anymore, and I'm not your patient."
"What's the point in living with a former surgeon if you can't stitch the occasional bullet hole?"
"I've seen much worse - but then, I do post-mortems."
"My favourite kind of patient is unconscious on a table with a tube down his throat."
"This'll need stitching immediately. You're losing a lot of blood."
"Why should I apologise for trying to save a man's life?"
"If you have an allergy to psychologists, I suggest you get that looked at."
"I'm the one that kept you alive!"
"What are you doing down here, among the dead men?"
"You are not a good doctor."
"What did the post-mortem say?"
"Not everything can be reduced to psychology."
"Psychologists make you angry, don't they? Why is that?"
"You're a medical doctor?"
"Why must you continue to act like you've never seen a dead body before?"
"Yeah? Well, if you're in such great shape, why did you come to this hospital?"
"You can't save everybody."
"I won't have a doctor telling me what's what!"
"Do you have any idea what you've been through?"
"Is it true that you killed a patient?"
"You're lucky to be alive! Actually, according to your medical chart, you barely are!"
"I mean, how often do you meet a sexy doctor?"
"I've got three separate medical reports that all state you're physically and mentally unfit to work."
"They say that a needle pushing through damaged flesh is as painful as being run through with a sword, and you need 12, maybe 13, stitches."
"I'm a doctor, which means I could break every bone in your body while naming them."
"Whatever is causing this, I think it needs immediate attention."
"If you can't trust your doctor, who can you trust?"
"What kind of medicine do you practice?"
"Hang in there. I'm not going to let you die."
"No doctor in his right mind is going to sign you out!"
