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Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959
Anne Sexton, from a poem titled "Loving The Killer," featured in The Complete Poems of Anne Sexton
In the end, we all just want someone who chooses us. Over everyone else, under any circumstances.
I have that. So does the mun. We’re lucky as fuck.
And all of this at once.
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blood, blood, gallons of the stuff ! a collection of icky, bloody prompts for those who like to choose violence. actions are reversible. general warning for blood, violence, murder, death.
𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :
" that's a lot of blood. "
" it isn't mine. "
" what did you do ? "
[ sigh ] " what did you do ? "
" come on. have a taste. "
" holy shit, are you okay ? "
" it looks worse than it feels. "
" you should see the other guy. "
" it's a good look on you. you should get covered in blood more often. "
" lean on me. "
" oh my god. oh my god, oh my god, what the fuck ? is that what i fucking think it is ? "
" . . . gross. "
[ standing over a body ] " oops. "
" is that a fucking body ? "
" look, i'm sorry, okay ? "
" what the hell happened ? "
" before you say anything, it wasn't me. "
" at least it wasn't me this time. "
" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you pretend it isn't. "
" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you wish it wasn't. "
" i'm not scared of you. "
" you don't scare me. "
" shut up and let me help you. "
" i got your shirt all bloody. "
" let's get you cleaned up. "
" that looks like it hurts. "
" i'm fine, just. . . give me a minute. "
" we are so fucked. "
" what the fuck is wrong with you ? "
" are you gonna help me clean it up or not ? "
" the fucker deserved it. "
" red looks good on you. "
" what the hell did you do ; tap - dance all over the body with ice - skates ? "
" what, did you run over the body with your car a couple times after ? "
" i. . . i didn't mean to. . . "
" sorry. fuck, i'm sorry. "
" this isn't what it looks like. "
" it was an accident. "
" motherfucker ran right into my knife, i swear. "
" people need to look both ways before crossing. . . bullets. "
" would you believe me if i said wrong place, wrong time ? "
" hey, look at me. i don't care. are you okay ? "
" they deserved it, right ? please tell me they deserved it. "
" you're bleeding. "
" what the fuck happened to you ? "
" you're getting blood on the carpet. "
" sit down before you fall down. "
" that looks like a you problem. "
𝚄𝙽𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :
sender spits out a mouthful of blood at receiver's feet
sender spits out a mouthful of blood on receiver
receiver finds sender covered in blood
sender tries desperately to stop receiver's bleeding
sender helps receiver clean up after a kill
sender wipes blood from receiver's face with a washcloth
sender wipes blood from receiver's face with their thumb
sender licks receiver's blood off a knife
sender licks receiver's blood off their thumb
sender lights up a cigarette a foot away from someone they killed before offering one to receiver
receiver finds sender stood over a body
sender stitches up receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]
sender digs their finger into receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]
sender frantically checks receiver for injuries under all the blood
sender guides receiver's bloody hands under a faucet / water source and begins washing them clean
sender bites receiver hard enough to draw blood
sender tilts receiver's head back to staunch a nosebleed
sender draws a smiley face out of the blood they spilled :)
receiver finds sender cleaning up a kill in a daze
sender looks receiver in the eye as they shoot / stab / kill someone
sender ruffles receiver's hair, getting blood all over their hand
sender gets some of receiver's blood on them and makes a face
sender flicks blood at receiver to annoy them
sender stomps in a pool of blood to splash it on receiver
sender slips in their victim's blood but receiver steadies them before they can fall
sender steadies receiver when they slip in the blood sender spilled
receiver comes home to sender covered in blood and waiting for them with all the lights off
sender spits out a tooth and it hits receiver
sender tries to wipe blood off receiver but the blood on their hands just makes it worse
sender takes an injury meant for receiver
sender shows up on receiver's doorstep covered in blood
sender sits down quietly next to receiver after receiver kills someone
sender punches receiver in the mouth
receiver watches sender lick the blood off their fingers like its cheeto dust
sender helps receiver bury a body
sender hugs receiver just to get their victim's blood all over them <3
sender hugs receiver just to get their blood all over them <3
sender leans on receiver for support
sender kills someone to protect receiver
receiver finds sender in a frenzy maiming a body after they've already killed it
sender kills someone and the blood spatters on receiver
receiver finds sender desperately trying to wash the blood off of themself
sender kisses receiver to taste the blood on their busted lip
sender shoots / stabs receiver non - fatally as a warning
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"No fucking way."
Damon says, he hears his engine stalling and pulls over. He tries his key and it sounds but doesn't start. He sighs and leans back against the seat and rubs his hands over his face.
"You have got to be fucking kidding me."
He takes a deep breath, his anger can take many forms, some of them more difficult to control.
He looks up the closest mechanic and dials, feeling hopeful.
When a man answers the phone he listens and nods.
"Hey, I'm sorry to bother you guys. I'm broke down about 6 miles from you on the side of the road. Is there any way you guys could tow me over and have my car looked at?"
@improbatus-venandi aka Retired Hunter now Mechanic, Dean Winchester
"I wouldn't sell her for a million bucks if she was mine." He says honestly. He looks at how clean it is under the hood for such an old car.
"Jesus. You're meticulous." He says, impressed.
He smiles and nods, done looking at it.
"Thanks for showing me."
“Oh, she will never get sold. Even when I die, there’s a clause in my will that my family or friends can’t sell her.”
Dean watches as Damon admires and grins when he comments on the cleanliness of his engine. He closes the hood and smiles.
“I always love showing her off to people who appreciate a classic.”
"No fucking way."
Damon says, he hears his engine stalling and pulls over. He tries his key and it sounds but doesn't start. He sighs and leans back against the seat and rubs his hands over his face.
"You have got to be fucking kidding me."
He takes a deep breath, his anger can take many forms, some of them more difficult to control.
He looks up the closest mechanic and dials, feeling hopeful.
When a man answers the phone he listens and nods.
"Hey, I'm sorry to bother you guys. I'm broke down about 6 miles from you on the side of the road. Is there any way you guys could tow me over and have my car looked at?"
@improbatus-venandi aka Retired Hunter now Mechanic, Dean Winchester
Damon stiffens just a little when Dean comes over. He is really attractive, and Damon has no idea if Dean is straight, single, interested, anything.
"I think a lot of people would pay a lot of money for it. Waxed, polished, mint... Fucking beautiful. Mind if I look under the hood?" He smiles at him, hopeful.
“I definitely have had offers, but I’ll never sell her.” Dean smiles, appreciating the compliments of his car. He’s so proud of the Impala and will always take the best care of it. She’s his pride and joy. He watches Damon, feeling an attraction towards him. He grins when he’s asked if he can open the hood.
“I don’t mind at all!”
Dean opens the hood and puts in the brace to keep it open so Damon can look at the engine.
"No fucking way."
Damon says, he hears his engine stalling and pulls over. He tries his key and it sounds but doesn't start. He sighs and leans back against the seat and rubs his hands over his face.
"You have got to be fucking kidding me."
He takes a deep breath, his anger can take many forms, some of them more difficult to control.
He looks up the closest mechanic and dials, feeling hopeful.
When a man answers the phone he listens and nods.
"Hey, I'm sorry to bother you guys. I'm broke down about 6 miles from you on the side of the road. Is there any way you guys could tow me over and have my car looked at?"
@improbatus-venandi aka Retired Hunter now Mechanic, Dean Winchester
Damon smiles, genuinely reassured.
"Thank you. I love that car more than... most things, honestly. Most people, even."
He hopes that doesn't sound crazy. When they pull in, Damon looks at another classic Chevy in the parking lot and his jaw drops a little.
"Damn, you're working on another classic Chevy? What are the odds?"
“I’m the same way, honestly. Other than Benny and my other guys… I only like them and my car.”
Dean chuckles as he sees Damon’s reaction to the Chevy Impala in the parking lot. He loves seeing people react to his car before knowing that it’s his.
“That Chevy right there is my baby.”
"No shit! That makes me feel a lot better about you handling mine, knowing you have that. Damn that's a fine car. She's fine as hell. Looks mint condition." He gets out of the truck and takes a closer look for a moment while Benny starts taking Damon's car off the tow truck.
“I take on any cars, but my specialty is classic cars.” Dean smiles proudly and watches as Damon walks over to check out the Impala. He helps Benny unhook everything and when he doesn’t need Dean’s help, he walks over to Damon.
“Tell me… whatcha think?”
"No fucking way."
Damon says, he hears his engine stalling and pulls over. He tries his key and it sounds but doesn't start. He sighs and leans back against the seat and rubs his hands over his face.
"You have got to be fucking kidding me."
He takes a deep breath, his anger can take many forms, some of them more difficult to control.
He looks up the closest mechanic and dials, feeling hopeful.
When a man answers the phone he listens and nods.
"Hey, I'm sorry to bother you guys. I'm broke down about 6 miles from you on the side of the road. Is there any way you guys could tow me over and have my car looked at?"
@improbatus-venandi aka Retired Hunter now Mechanic, Dean Winchester
Damon smiles, genuinely reassured.
"Thank you. I love that car more than... most things, honestly. Most people, even."
He hopes that doesn't sound crazy. When they pull in, Damon looks at another classic Chevy in the parking lot and his jaw drops a little.
"Damn, you're working on another classic Chevy? What are the odds?"
“I’m the same way, honestly. Other than Benny and my other guys… I only like them and my car.”
Dean chuckles as he sees Damon’s reaction to the Chevy Impala in the parking lot. He loves seeing people react to his car before knowing that it’s his.
“That Chevy right there is my baby.”
"No fucking way."
Damon says, he hears his engine stalling and pulls over. He tries his key and it sounds but doesn't start. He sighs and leans back against the seat and rubs his hands over his face.
"You have got to be fucking kidding me."
He takes a deep breath, his anger can take many forms, some of them more difficult to control.
He looks up the closest mechanic and dials, feeling hopeful.
When a man answers the phone he listens and nods.
"Hey, I'm sorry to bother you guys. I'm broke down about 6 miles from you on the side of the road. Is there any way you guys could tow me over and have my car looked at?"
@improbatus-venandi aka Retired Hunter now Mechanic, Dean Winchester
"Oh, thank you." He smiles right at him, looking into his eyes.
"Would you mind if I watch while you work on her?" He looks back at his car, he is a little anxious, it isn't just an object or item to Damon.
“You’re welcome.” Dean smiles back as their eyes lock. He pats his arm when he makes the request to watch.
“Of course you can! It’s your baby, I would ask for the same thing.”
"No fucking way."
Damon says, he hears his engine stalling and pulls over. He tries his key and it sounds but doesn't start. He sighs and leans back against the seat and rubs his hands over his face.
"You have got to be fucking kidding me."
He takes a deep breath, his anger can take many forms, some of them more difficult to control.
He looks up the closest mechanic and dials, feeling hopeful.
When a man answers the phone he listens and nods.
"Hey, I'm sorry to bother you guys. I'm broke down about 6 miles from you on the side of the road. Is there any way you guys could tow me over and have my car looked at?"
@improbatus-venandi aka Retired Hunter now Mechanic, Dean Winchester
"Can't wait." He smirks and licks his lips. It is pretty hot out. Damon is excited for his car to get looked at.
Soon, they are headed back and Damon rides in the tow with the two. Dean has definitely caught Damon's eye so far.
“We have drinks at the shop, too. It’s damn hot out.”
Dean has Benny drive again, and he sits next to Damon. He keeps glancing over at him and is definitely intrigued. He wants to get to know the man better. He’s damn attractive.
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"No fucking way."
Damon says, he hears his engine stalling and pulls over. He tries his key and it sounds but doesn't start. He sighs and leans back against the seat and rubs his hands over his face.
"You have got to be fucking kidding me."
He takes a deep breath, his anger can take many forms, some of them more difficult to control.
He looks up the closest mechanic and dials, feeling hopeful.
When a man answers the phone he listens and nods.
"Hey, I'm sorry to bother you guys. I'm broke down about 6 miles from you on the side of the road. Is there any way you guys could tow me over and have my car looked at?"
@improbatus-venandi aka Retired Hunter now Mechanic, Dean Winchester
Damon smiles happily at the praise.
"Thank you. She's my beauty." He looks at Dean and Benny, he can't help but notice that Dean is a pretty rugged and attractive guy. Pretty handsome, his eyes are pretty striking.
Damon steps back as Dean and Benny load up the car. Damon watches, and sees how strong Dean is. He's impressed and smiles as he watches. He can see Dean's tense muscles as he works.
"Damn, you're pretty strong, huh?"
“Wait til you get back to my shop and see my car.” Dean grins and takes notice of Damon. His dark hair, and piercing blue eyes. He can see Damon’s biceps are thick under the fabric of his black t-shirt. Benny starts getting the car ready to go on the truck bed and Dean hooks up everything with hooks and straps, grunting as he sweats under the hot sun.
He looks over at Damon and smirks, shrugging a little.
“It happens over time.”
"No fucking way."
Damon says, he hears his engine stalling and pulls over. He tries his key and it sounds but doesn't start. He sighs and leans back against the seat and rubs his hands over his face.
"You have got to be fucking kidding me."
He takes a deep breath, his anger can take many forms, some of them more difficult to control.
He looks up the closest mechanic and dials, feeling hopeful.
When a man answers the phone he listens and nods.
"Hey, I'm sorry to bother you guys. I'm broke down about 6 miles from you on the side of the road. Is there any way you guys could tow me over and have my car looked at?"
@improbatus-venandi aka Retired Hunter now Mechanic, Dean Winchester
"Damon Salvatore. Nice to meet you guys. Thanks again, I'll hang tight and see you fellas soon." He hangs up and waits.
Soon, the tow truck comes and Damon gets out to meet them and smiles. Damon shakes their hands and nods at them.
"Hey, thanks for coming, guys."
“Nice to meet you, too. We’ll see you soon.” Dean hangs up and hops into the tow truck. Benny’s driving and soon they’re at the location. Dean gets out of the truck first and walks over to the car. He can’t help but admire it right away.
“It’s not a problem. Goddamn! You have a beautiful car.”