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It's been a long time since Lucy's had someone show her kindness the way Derek is and she can't help but be grateful for it, for the way he's offered her a place to stay and support for an unknown amount of time. Most people wouldn't do that, and she plans on making sure he knows just how appreciated he is every day. The fact that she can tell he's lonely just gives her a direction to focus in.

"I never did hold much to the whole idea that names have to carry a certain amount of weight," she tells him, grabbing his plate and clearing it too, the same way she always has with her siblings. "It's not about the name. It's about the way the person carrying it acts. You're acting very well."

She looks around his kitchen, pursing her lips for a second. "Do you have tea? There's nothing better than a good cuppa after dinner. We can figure out the plan for me from there, if you don't mind."

#ifyoucatchacriminal #c: derek hale #v: alive and burning brighter

He kind of hopes his mom would have been glad to hear he was carrying it well. He's sure as hell tried over the years.

"Things are different than they used to be, but thank you."

He blinks when she takes his plate like she's always been doing it, and didn't just appear in the woods earlier tonight.

"Uh... I think so. Should be in the right hand cabinet next to the stove. It's not loose leaf, though. All my tea comes in bags that you steep in the mug."

All the chatterbox he'd had so far is sort of dying. Not out of any reason to do with Lucy, but simply that he's not the most social thing on the planet, and he has a limited battery for conversations with strangers.

Good timezone, my dearlings! I survived an absolutely bonkers three days and now have two days off to play catch up. The goal is to get through some replies and trim down the inbox.

Maybe I'll add some test muses if I'm feeling spicy.

greatmountainfloofsquatch

brandneweyescd

rb to tell ur mutuals ur fond of them

shutyourmoustache

When my mother forgets a word, she is the queen of coming up with new words. Words that would take a third National Treasure movie to fully decipher. I was talking to her yesterday, and she said this: “You know the time for los jibbities is coming up. You must be so excited!” Oh, is it time for los jibbities already? I must have missed it on my calendar. Are we celebrating something? “Of course! We should all be celebrating, shouldn’t we?” OK, so los jibbities is a happy thing. It’s not like something is giving you the heebie-jeebies, which would have been my one and only guess. “Los heebie-jeebies? Now you’re making things up...and this is my show.” You’re right. The time for los jibbities is coming up. Is this a season? “Yes, the season for love. The season for pride.” OK, los jibbities. “Yeah, sound it out.” Los…jibbities. LGBTs! “Sí, mira cuz you’re gay!” “You couldn’t just say pride season? You couldn’t just… *laughs*

party-gilmore

HAPPY LOS JIBBITIES EVERYBODY!!!

The time for Los Jibbities has arrived!

#;ooc #LOS JIBBITIES

poohsources

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH EVERYBODY ! let’s take this as a reminder that no matter what you identify as, no matter if you’re out of the closet or not, no matter if you’re still questioning, all of you are incredibly loved and i am so damn proud of you.

I got about six replies out today, and I have four remaining. I've got about 13 things in the inbox I want to work on next, but I'm simply out of spoons today and I have a long ten hour day at work tomorrow.

As always, you can find me on discord at midnight3613, and I'm always happy to gab in DMs.

shieldretired

"I CAN IMAGINE. Though I guess it's even worse when they take the shape of someone you love?" And then you have to kill the thing wearing your friend's face? You might know it's not your real friend, but it will still fuck with your mind. At least it would with Steve's. He dislikes mind tricks. Give him a straightforward enemy to punch, and he's all in.

Wriggling a little lower in his seat (and thus even closer to Dean), Steve returns his focus to the TV screen. "Do you know when you'll be back in the field?" Missions can come rather spontaneously for both of them, which can make planning hard. "I'd love to take another bike trip with you."

#shieldretired #c: dean winchester #v: the thunder of guns tore me apart

"Yeah... it sucks if it's taking the shape of a loved one. When I was about 12 or 13, we were tracking one. It took the shape of my dad. I nearly couldn't do it. I threw up so hard after I couldn't breathe."

Even now, after everything, he's pretty sure he'd still react that way for similar reasons with his dad. He's not sure if he'd react worse to shooting a skinwalker or actually shooting his dad.

He leans into Steve as he wriggles lower in his seat, chin brushing against his shoulder with a soft hum.

"I try to get out there at least every other week. I follow a lot of leads from the hunting community as a whole. I'm not good at not being busy, sorry to say. ...But, if I can hand something off, and the world's not ending, another bike trip would be alright by me."

Rossi listens to Leila call her bodyguard as other members of the team start trickling back into the precinct. He spots Reid and quickly ducks into an empty office to finish the call. She doesn't need to worry right now, not when she can't do anything to help her girlfriend from where they are. He'll tell her after Leila's with her bodyguard on the way to his house.

Once she's off the phone with the bodyguard, Rossi lets out a quiet breath. He knows enough about Leila's choice in bodyguard to know that the man is a walking army. Whatever harm might come to her without him, she's safe from it as long as she's got him by her side. Rossi feels better knowing that he's on his way to her.

"Alright," he tells her, keeping his voice calm. "You're going to pack an overnight bag. Enough for a day or two. Pack stuff for Reid too. The two of you are going to stay at my place. After we get back, I need your bodyguard to check your apartment. I want him to stay with you until we're back though." Even if it means the man uses his kitchen. "We should be back tomorrow, but just in case."

#ifyoucatchacriminal #c: leila sullivan #v: living for tomorrows all my life

Leila exhales softly, full of weariness.

"You'd be so proud of me, Rossi. I learned from the team and I have a go bag already. I think Peregrine has a second bag around here as well. ...Will you make lasagna when you get back?" she replies, already grabbing what things she knows her girlfriend has over here, and trying not to let nerves get to her.

Clearly, they haven't gotten to her enough to not ask for lasagna. She might not eat meat much, but she has exceptions, and 95% of those exceptions are Rossi's cooking.

"I promise E and I will be as unobtrusive as possible. I will... attempt to impress upon him the importance of not snooping more than a property check. No promises, though."

tooxldtorememxer

"You are everything I ever wanted and ever needed," he whispers, and he's speaking both as the man he gives the mirage to be and the God whom they all worship. "You are mine, and I am yours." Of course, III and now IV are included, but they belong to Him first, figuratively and physically. They should all be grateful that he was happy to share. "If we were to live any other life, I would still want to spend it with you, my love," he lets the kiss linger for a moment, and the tips of his fingers sneak under the edge of the mask without lifting it.

He always respects when Vessel wears it, but sometimes, when he knows nobody else is watching, he can be cheeky without being disrespectful.

His whole being purrs at the words, and there's a feeling of approval floating through the room, into the back of their minds. It feels like a soft caress, and II tilts his head back with a soft sigh, exposing the long line of his neck like he leans into the touch, as if he could feel it too. "Mmh I think if I manage to put you to sleep tonight, you might have a visitor waiting for you," he says, opening his eyes to look at him through hooded eyelids, a soft knowing smile touching his lips.

#tooxldtorememxer #c: vessel #v: this place will become your tomb

Vessel melts into the touch and the affectionate words, a small rumble of an inhuman purr in their chest. Yet another Change from their God that marks Vessel as no longer human. II is usually the one privy to those purrs, and III slightly less so. In time, IV will hear them as well, and know the truth of Vessel's devotion to Sleep.

The soft approval from Sleep only settles them further, and they chuckle when II declares Sleep will be visiting tonight.

"I suppose I'll have to try and sleep tonight, then. Otherwise, Sleep will be visiting IV, I suspect, and focusing all His attentions there. Not that that is a bad thing, but I have missed being on the black sands with Sleep. Not sleeping as frequently is a blessing and a curse."

There was a time where they didn't sleep due to the nightmares that plagued them. Cruel faceless beings with crueler hands that they couldn't place by the time they woke, but the pain of lost memories stuck with them like a brand.

It was a long time before they were able to sleep peacefully through the night without being haunted. Too brief a time before the Changes began pulling them from Sleep's shore more frequently, and for longer periods with each passing month.

"Tell me, how will you send me to rest tonight, beloved?"

shieldretired

STEVE LETS HIMSELF IMAGINE THAT: Finding Dean, wrapping him in his arms, then taking the quinjet straight to where his brother is studying (or maybe even practicing law already). A family reunion. Maybe some tears because every movie shows it like that, even if Steve's personal reunion with Bucky has been quite the opposite. "Yes," he murmurs, "something good always comes from misery in the end."

They fall silent after that. Steve focuses on flying as if random obstacles could pop up any second, but it helps him keep his mind off where they are going and what they could find (or not find). Five hours later, they touch down on dead grass and corn stalks just outside an abandoned factory building. Night is slowly creeping along the horizon as they get off the jet. Steve holsters a pistol. "I don't know if what he hunted is still around. We should probably stay together."

#shieldretired #c: nora barnes #v: step two

Nora's quiet throughout the flight after that, even dozing a little because a five hour flight is a pretty decent haul. It's... disconcerting to not see a bit of air traffic aside from the quinjet, and none of the radio chatter that might go with it.

When they finally touch down, it's just as quiet as the air, worse even than the quiet of New York because it's the middle of nowhere. Even worse, it's heading towards sunset and the night.

Steve unhelpfully suggests whatever Dean was hunting could still be here.

She secretly hopes the damn thing got caught in the Blip. She fears Dean did as well, but just in case, she sticks close to Steve. She's just a normal, garden variety human, after all.

"I think if I saw half of all life disappear, I'd get the hell out of dodge real quick, but maybe whatever Dean was hunting was especially stupid."

Lilly hadn't seemed angry most of the times that Veronica had seen her, but that didn't mean anything. Lilly had always been an expert at hiding her anger behind other emotions. She could see how Lilly could be consumed by anger, though, if Veronica didn't manage to figure out who'd killed her. Veronica herself was consumed by anger, but she was channeling it, using it as a tool to fight back, to find the man who had killed her best friend. She would see Lilly's killer brought to justice.

She nodded at the comment though, still not entirely sure she believed him. "Salt and iron, got it," she said, making a mental list. Salt, iron, her evidence. She didn't know how much she trusted Dean but she was willing to go along with it. Anything that meant she could help Lilly find rest, really.

"I'll meet you back here at closing time, then."

#ifyoucatchacriminal #c: dean winchester #v: i'm gonna shoot to thrill

It was a matter of time as far as he was concerned. It would either take an especially long time or no time at all because of how young Lilly had been. Youth did odd things because kids weren't fully grown and capable of emotional control in the way adults were.

"Try to stay out of trouble until then," he smirked, nodding to her.

Sure, he was the more likely of the two to get in trouble, but she had clearly already had her share of it long before he came along.

Really, he just hopes she keeps her cool on this. It's always weird pulling a civilian along on any part of the hunt, but he can tell she'd track him down even if he told her to stay away.

Who I'm currently thinking about adding:

Niffty

Nikolai Lantsov

The Darkling

Genya Safin

It sounded alien to Beau, the idea that so much of the country was so different than the bayou. For Beau, who'd only traveled away from the bayou once or twice when he was a kid, the idea that there were places like Montana, with snow up to their waists, or Washington, with fake green forests, they just sounded so strange to him. He couldn't imagine a world different than his bayou except for what he read in books.

"Don't it take a long time ta get ta all dose places," he asked, stirring the food. "Ain't neva been able ta sit in a car fo' too long. Only use m' truck when I'm huntin' down gators in oder bayous. Get calls sometimes, me, people askin' me t' relocate deir gators so deir richy rich houses are free."

He shrugged, gesturing Dean towards the cutting board. "Y' wanna cut up de andouille? I gotta make sure de veggies don' burn."

#ifyoucatchacriminal #c: dean winchester #v: i'm gonna shoot to thrill

"It do. It can take days sometimes to head from one place to t'other. Sometimes, weeks if I'm goin' t' somewhere like Alaska. Only been there th' one an' dat was enough for me. I was raised on th' road, tho. Easy when it's all you know, kiddo," he explained. A smooth roll up into standing position and joining Beau. It's easy enough to slice the andouille, working effortlessly with the knife to chop it up for his son.

His son.

He still can't get over the fact he's got another kid. Part of him wants to feel guilty for sleeping around so much.l Kids who grew up without a dad, and never knowing about him or, at least, not knowing what he looked like.

"I've never been the type to stay in one place. Even with a space to call my own, I'm still on the road a lot. Sitting still isn't my vibe, an' I think my brother wishes otherwise."

Hello, my dearlings! I am home at last from a very much needed vacation, and I fear I want to add a good four muses as I read the Grishaverse triloogy while on vacation.

I'm going to try and work on some replies today as I know I am very much behind.

lesserbeast

Alaster's lips twitched as though he was going to say something but stopped for whatever reason. That reason, however, was the possibility that speaking against his grandfather, even as indirectly as to agree to wipe out people of his age group, would result in immediate punishment. The hold his grandfather's power had over him was often interpreted by his own mind so if Alaster even wondered for a moment if something might be a punishable offense, his mind automatically deemed it so and flagged it for punishment.

He swallowed, shifting momentarily from amusement to discomfort. The change didn't last long as he plastered a new smile on to replace the old one.

"Beyond my wildest dreams, you say?" He answered, avoiding the topic of her world change while he could. "And how do you know how wild I can get, Miss Lilith?"