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@failedhero
Hi there! I’m Max (she/sir) I’m 30 and I’ve been running this blog for far too many years. Somewhat private due to family/work. Selective and mutual only. HBO version of Dean Winchester so be aware there are dark themes and imagery present.
follow my deany weenie at @gccdsoldier
[ ooc ] ya'll, I have a mighty need to write but am insanely visual & so am hitting a wall where icons are concerned. If you have any Jensen Ackles icons you are willing to share, hit me up.
ooc ; I'm still getting back into the throws- holy hades has shit changed since I've been gone. If anyone knows where I can go to resize icons I'd love the rec!
Would you ever write Crowley?
Absolutely, he's a wonderfully fun character and I think his backstory would be fun to flesh out however I am more inclined towards Lucifer as he's been in my head for a longer period of time.
Reblog if you RP using Discord
Message me if you’d like my username.
ooc ; I'm not entirely sure if anyone is still here but if you are and would like to write I'll be here. Once I figure out exactly how to work tumblr again I'll throw up an open.
Cheers!~ -M&D
Working on that comeback
[ 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐍 ➤ muses from a number of fandoms such as marvel, dc, lucifer, criminal minds, ncis. adapts to many other fandoms to the best of the writers knowledge. ] 𝙲𝙻𝙸𝙲𝙺 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙴.
[ ooc. ] Today has been hell so far but the nightmare will be over tomorrow. I’ll be back home- I just have to make it one more day. If anyone would like to plot or if you’d like a starter let me know.
[ ooc. ] I’m here a little bit now but will be back once the kiddo is asleep. What’d I miss!
therelentless:
{ OPEN.
“You don’t love me and it’s all a lie. I know it. You little liar.”
“First of all- I never said that. Second- this is the only place we can keep it so.... if you don’t want Dracula’s stupid cape I’m gonna burn it.”
naturanexum. rowena.
&&&. “this tastes far too much like good behaviour and morals,” nose scrunched, and lip curled. “both of which sound incredibly boring. tell me, dear, when did you stop being fun?”
“What are you-” he looks offended “I’m fun. I’m still fun. Just cause I don’t wanna do this doesn’t mean I’m not fun” arms cross over his chest as he looks around for someone to prove that he isn’t an old fart yet. “Sam would agree with me, Red, I’m fun” which is totally what fun people say, right.
failedbeliever. sammy.
Sam can’t help but snort a bit at the Ted comment. Honestly, Dean’s right. If they just stuck with serial killer’s name, they wouldn’t be as feared as they are. With names such as The Co-Ed Killer, Bay Harbor Butcher, The Crazy Necrophile, The Human Dracula — They were all a little ridiculous. A total media frenzy. It was literally just news outlets trying to sell papers and minutes to the executives on late night television, to scare mothers and little ol’ grannies. How disturbing.
He nurses his glass next to his brother, knees touching ever so gently, deft and trying to go undetected. Moments like this, they didn’t get often. They didn’t get to put their guards down. They were always in fight mode, ready to kill whatever was necessary to end the big bad — Fuck, it was exhausting. However, it was their means of survival. Even though they didn’t get paid for hunting, that was their job. Saving people, hunting things; The Family Business.
But.
The two of them always had to remember that as much as they were the hunters, they were also the hunted. And that was why their guards were always up, always ready in the event of. It was a shitty life. But it was theirs and they had to make the best of it.
Sam had fallen quiet though, letting his mind wander as Dean’s did, thinking to when they first started, when things were seemingly easier than they were now. When they sought soft touches of comfort and safety — sleeping in shitty motel rooms so they could sleep so lightly that the baby snores between them could be heard. Times when if one shifted, the other sat straight up, hand on gun metal, ready and raring to go. — He snapped himself out of it, taking a rather large gulp of his liquor to tame the wandering beast. His curiosity.
He’s silent for a soft moment. “Actually, do you wanna watch, like, Cops or something? Maybe TLC is running that Strange Addiction show that you like so much.”
Maybe Sam has started to realize, much like Dean has a while ago, that maybe those serial killers and themselves were just a bit too blurred. One bad night at a bar, one hunt gone wrong, just one missing piece of research and they’d be the next headlines.
Born of Blood: The Winchester Brothers — Killers on the Loose and How To Keep Your Family Safe.
Dean had been starring into his cup, waiting for Sam to pick which broken bastard’s story would fill up their night, when mind is changed. Little mountains between brows as Dean debates his next move. “Hoarders” he reaches for the remote so that he could get to it quicker. “These people have so much shit- watch” it was amazing to him that someone could keep their entire life in one place. He’d never had that experience. Hard to hoard anything when you’re constantly moving and loosing shit in the process.
Sam’s leg brushes his own and maybe Dean’s eyes fly up to his brothers face a bit too quick. Caught off guard is all. They haven’t- uh- there hasn’t been any- touching here for a bit. They’ve been working on and off. More on than off honestly. Physicality has been the last thing on Dean’s mind. Wondrously weird what a simple touch could do.
An episode plays. In the background Dean hears the lady on the television go into a sad sob story about death and change that she couldn’t cope with. A thing that made her keep cat skeletons among other oddities. Can’t even see the floor, the shrink says, but he’s only half listening. The rest of his brain is devoted to Sam. What’s he thinking? What’s he over there pondering? Why’s he got that look on his face?
So he drinks a few more big sips of his glass, drinks until he can feel the fuzz creep into his brain, then puts it on the table. “Alright I wasn’t gonna question it-” but “why the change? You finally realize serial killers are limp dick monsters?” His grin is cocky, easy because he can be here. With Sam. He can be whatever he wants instead of the stoic tough guy he has to play most of the time. He can just- be.
Legs stretch out a bit more making it harder for Sam to have his own space without touching Dean in some way. A good excuse. Easy to just..... relax into each other without a narrative attached.
sam said to dean ‘ The Lagahoo is the only monster that brings a coffin for your body after it kills you. ‘
“Dude- why do you know this stuff. We’ve never fought one of those things are you just, looking up weird shit in your free time?” Big sigh “.....why’d I even ask that of course you are. Man, just- be normal and go look at porn or something” He’s not gonna unsee that image for awhile.
rowena said the dean ❛ this is a putrid , disgusting bowl of ethical soup . ❜
“Uh...... what?” Don’t get him wrong, Dean enjoys it when Rowena uses big words and metaphors but sometimes it’s hard to put two and two together. “What’s wrong with it?”
failedbeliever. Sam.
Look. Dean always chose what they watched. Whether it was another rerun of Starsky & Hutch or trying to gode his little brother to watch porn; Sam was gonna make Dean watch something else whether he liked it or not. Baby brother, pain-in-the-ass privilege. He feels confident when he hears Dean’s reluctant response.
“Hey, I don’t judge what relaxed you.” Magic fingers. Tiger moms. Liquor. Sam’s had his reservations and let his brother indulge in those on his own. But as for killers — while it may be close to their regular work, this was different. They were human. That made them more terrifying than the monsters they hunted, built only to do harm to humans. While humans? They were the worst, the scariest, and, to Sam, the most interesting. Human psychology was the whole reason he was so interested in these killers.
Sam holds out his glass to his brother, who’s heavily pouring into his own glass, almost selfishly. He forces a cough, and shakes the empty glass at Dean, pouting slightly. “I was thinking Ted Kaczynski — The Unabomber. He was like this little gremlin guy who conspiracy theory’ed his way into making bombs for his college professors and politicians. He thought all these different people were against him. Weird guy.” He shrugs and slouches into the couch he’s sat on, looking up to Dean. “Do you have someone you wanna look into?”
Dean didn’t really get the allure of serial killers. Humans are fucked up. Fucked up. At least with monsters they have a method or they need to just, ya know, eat. There’s something that makes them need to kill in order to continue living but with humans- it’s just, broken. Like a genome snapped wrong. Gives Dean the hebbiejeebies to be honest. Not scared of’em but more grossed out. Like a centipede crawling up your leg in the middle of the night.
But he knows how to kill a human. Doesn’t even need to look that one up. Doesn’t need to ask anyone about any special ritual or weapon or nothing. Shot to the head is all it takes. Hell- you get something sharp enough and that’ll do it just fine. Even a hard hit to the right spot on the head. Monsters aren’t like that. The only thing that scares Dean about serial killers is just how far the lines between him, and them, have blurred.
“Yeah the super loner dude whose girlfriend didn’t love him enough, or some shit like that right? Went out into the woods and put bombs together in a weird little cabin. I remember that asshole” Dean’s pouring Sam’s glass now. Just as much. Would pour until Sam pulled the glass away before starting to nurse his own. “We didn’t get enough hugs either and look at us!” There’s a prideful snort inserted here “Maybe cause we made up for it in other ways” sideways look at Sam and he winks. Grins. Dean’s over here thinking about past hookups now.
“Hm? Oh I don’t care- you’re pick Sammy” leans back to get comfortable, feet up on the table “Why they always got names like supervillains? Just call him Ted. No one can be scared of Ted.”
