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@se-terminer
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"You serious?"
"Dude. You're hookin' up with the honorary Winchester sister."
Hi everyone, sorry for the disappearance again. So far as I know, I owe demonsbloodandangelgrace, theincognitohuntress hunting-witch & deathsangelisntdead. If you aren't one of those 4, my activity/tag ate your thing and I won't see it unless you tell me.
Gentle reminder that I track seterminer, no dash.
Home
War hadn't been kind to Dean Winchester. Reason he'd gone in the first place was to do somethin' stupid like make his dad and little brother Sammy proud, but all it got him was a letter from Sam one day sayin' that dad finally high-tailed it outta there and took all the money with his ass. Nothin' Dean could do about it for awhile, but eventually he was granted leave until further notice, to take care of his shit back home. He'd immediately packed his bags, said bye to whatever comrades he'd made that actually survived, and got shipped right on home.
Dean had checked in with his little brother first things first, and now he was sittin' in his uniform at the local soda bar, 'cause there was a discount for people involved with the armed forced. Every once in awhile he'd look over and try observin' the regular teenagers that frequented the place, thought about how different his life would'a turned out if he had any one of their lives. Boys with their hair slicked on back, girls in stupid fluffy poodle skirts, whatever they were called.
Mostly, he'd come to just enjoy sittin' by himself there, sittin' on his five-cent root beer float, waitin' for somethin' to cross his way. If not, Dean would just go home like every other night, make sure Sammy didn't get into trouble, and then crash. Nothin' to it. Nothin' exciting about it, but at least he wasn't gettin' shot at every which-way he turned.
demonsbloodandangelgrace
A handy guide for anyone not familiar
Adri had been told to watch the intruder and make sure he kept himself out of trouble, and that was exactly what she did. The hunter folded her arms across her chest, leaned back against her front door, and watched. She supposed that the order to watch him probably didn’t mean to literally stare at the man that had been brought to her smallish cabin on the outskirts of their encampment, but there wasn’t much more to do at the end of the world than sit and watch anyway, so she figured, why the hell not.
After a long time the young woman pushed herself into a standing position, crossing the somewhat cluttered living space into the open kitchen and pulled a dirty bottle out of the otherwise-empty freezer. She poured some of its contents into two glasses, one of which she held out to her uninvited guest without looking at him.
"Don’t much care for visitors," The dark haired woman drawled out, staring down at the cheap vodka they’d raided from some liquor store on one of their supply runs. It tasted terrible, but it was better than nothing. "But since you’re here I thought I oughta be hospitable, at least. Mama taught me right. Unfortunately I don’t got much in the way of food." She sighed out, waving her hand vaguely in the direction of the stove and mumbling, "M’not much of a cook." before taking a drink. It wasn’t exactly the truth. Actually, Adri very much liked cooking, and before she came here she had found it relaxing and enjoyable. She’d also cleaned. And read. Heaving a sigh, the former hunter cast a dejected look at the books scattered around her living space, all of which had been gathering dust since she moved in.
"So, I heard them sayin’ somethin’ about time travel…?"
Dean would'a been perfectly okay sittin' there at the beat-up wooden table with the brown haired chick watchin' him. Couple things put a damper on that, though. First thing, he was handcuffed like a fuckin' dog to one of the legs of it, the metal startin' to cut into his skin where it wasn't already bruisin' and red from all he'd been tuggin' to try and slip his hand through or somethin'.
Second thing, was that there were fuckin' crazy people out the wazoo just outside whatever camp this was. Chiq-whatever. Not the point. Cannibalistic fuckin' zombie motherfuckers right outside the damn fence. Did Dean really need more crap in his life? Nah, he'd pass if given an option. But he was a Winchester, so option wasn't really a word in his freakin' vocabulary. For example, given an option, he wouldn't be smack in the middle of fuckin' I Am Legend. He'd be havin' a beer and watchin' Busty Asian Beauties, tryin' to forget about all the other options he didn't have.
Third thing, well.. Okay, thanks for the cheap-o vodka, lady. Got Dean there. Not half bad lookin' herself. The lady, not the vodka, but could'a gone either way. With his free hand, he took the offered cup, took a gratuitous sip from it, and put it down on the table, shakin' his head to get rid of the burn that followed. Was a good burn, though.
"I don't gotta be here if you don't want me t'be," Dean pointed out, shakin' the handcuff to prove his point. "Why don't you just let me go, we can have a real nice talk about tryin' to end this thing as opposed to just survivin'? C'mon sweet cheeks, you can trust me. Just get me off this fuckin' table." With that, he took the cup and knocked back the rest of the graciously provided alcohol, raisin' an eyebrow when he was done. "Have mercy. Either get me smashed, or lemme go." He stopped talkin' for a short time after that, and just let out a small, totally humorless laugh. "Time travel? Fuck that, it's not Phil of the Future," because he totally didn't used to like that show, "we're talkin' about those angel sons of bitches."
imagine an rp where muse a and muse b have rough, dirty/kinky sex and make-out sessions and they also treat each other like they’re best friends and with a lot of respect and they act like goobers together
Muse A is upbeat, quirky, and quite the character. They are also extremely compassionate, and so when Muse B shows up on their doorstep in the middle of a thunderstorm, bloodied and with their clothes torn, Muse A doesn’t hesitate to take them in. However, after some discussion, it is discovered that Muse B is actually on the run, and the people trying to kill Muse B traced them there, causing Muse A to now be in danger.
maroon 5 inspired AUs ;;
send me a “^*^” to get a starter based on one of these scenarios:
ONE MORE NIGHT ;; muse a and muse b have a toxic sort of relationship, full of yelling, slamming doors and throwing things at one another. they are the absolute definition of dysfunctional and no one understands why they are still ‘together’. they break up and get back together so many times, people have stopped keeping score. muse a tries to leave repeatedly, telling muse b ‘no’ and that they have to leave but muse b always manages to make them stay, knowing how to push the right buttons. they are mixed up in a hurricane of emotions but through it all there is love there. but will it ever be able to outweigh everything else? PAYPHONE MISERY ;; muse a and muse b were once madly in love with one another but things broke and muse b ended things. muse a has a hard time accepting it, though and even when muse b begins to move on, muse a is still attempting to get them back. it isn’t over for them and they know they are meant to be. they just have to get back to what they once were. DAYLIGHT ;; muse and muse b are in a very committed relationship but muse b has a past that is finally catching up with them. they are apart of a secret organization that trains its members to be cold hearted killers. they aren’t supposed to exist but muse b managed to temporarily escape the organization and create a normal life but now they have to leave muse a to protect them from the people they are tied up in. they have one more night together but what muse b doesn’t know is muse a isn’t going to give up that easily. LADY KILLER ;; muse a is lethal in every single way, once a bright and accomplished gymnast, now turned deadly criminal and serial killer. muse a has a legion of those who follow after them and do their bidding. muse b is their latest target, one of the richest and most prestigious in all of the world but always with someone on their arm but no problem that is easily taken care of. body after body drops, muse a always leaving things for muse b, a game of sorts that muse b finds more intriguing than they should. HANDS ALL OVER KIWI ;; muse a has fallen on hard times, taking to the streets and working all the corners they can muster up just for a chance to see what tomorrow will bring. muse b picks them up for a night and it is supposed to be just one night of passionate sex and that is it. but when morning arrives, muse b asks muse a for a month. to stay with them and be theirs for the entire month. at the end of the month, muse a can take the money and start over again or go back to what they were doing. but maybe it will turn into even more than that. WAKE UP CALL ;; muse b finds muse a in bed with another and shoots them without thinking. it sends them on the run together, trying to dodge the cops and falling into a life of more and more crime. but somehow it brings them back together and they relearn the love they had lost beforehand. now if they only manage to keep from being arrested to explore their new found love. SHE/HE WILL BE LOVED ;; muse a seems to have it all, the kind of life everyone else envies just seeing it on the outside. they even have the picture perfect relationship but again all on the outside. the relationship is actually a cruel one but muse a is too wrapped up in everything to leave it all behind. muse b, though, is a breath of fresh air and for the first time their eyes meet it is electric sparks. they come together again and again in secret, playing the most dangerous game and every time muse a tries to say goodbye for good, they can’t manage to make it stick. they can’t live without muse b but what about when they want it all and muse a can’t give it? THIS LOVE ;; muse a is a succubus/incubus and finds a deep connect with muse b but it isn’t all that simple. muse a is wrapped up in nightmares, in terrifying things that takes a hold of muse b too every time they are together. it is a land unlike their own and though muse a tries to say goodbye over and over again, muse b won’t let go. they are in too deeply and the tether between them is too strong, which breaks muse a’s heart but what can they do? they have already marked muse b and now they have to deal with the terror together.
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If we kissed:
[] This wouldn’t happen.
[] Oh disgusting.
[] Again, again.
[x] Kiss you back.
[] Let’s take this to the bedroom.
[x] Slap/Push you away.
[x] Be confused
If you asked me out I’d say:
[x] Um no. (I'm Dean Winchester. Relationship? What's that?)
[] I’m taken-
[] Sure.
[] HOLY ASDFGHJK YESSSSS.
Can we cuddle?:
[x] No. (maybe.)
[] Ew.
[] Sure.
[] YES.
Sex?:
[] Let’s do it.
[x] No. You can’t handle my d.
[] FUCK YES.
[] No.
Should you reblog this?:
[] Yes. I want to send you one.
[] Yes.
[] No.
[x] You already did.
Send me a ★ and i'll answer...
If we kissed:
[] This wouldn’t happen.
[] Oh disgusting.
[] Again, again.
[] Kiss you back.
[] Let’s take this to the bedroom.
[] Slap/Push you away.
[] Be confused
If you asked me out I’d say:
[] Um no.
[] I’m taken-
[] Sure.
[] HOLY ASDFGHJK YESSSSS.
Can we cuddle?:
[] No.
[] Ew.
[] Sure.
[] YES.
Sex?:
[] Let’s do it.
[] No. You can’t handle my d.
[] FUCK YES.
[] No.
Should you reblog this?:
[] Yes. I want to send you one.
[] Yes.
[] No.
[] You already did.
Please reblog this as silent permission for me to rp with you.
"Suck my dick."
"I’d rather bite it off," The demon hissed.
Zita rolled her eyes and stood up/ “Get the fuck away from me.” She turned her back to him as she did so.
Dean snorted, again, and shook his head. "Thought demons were supposed to know how to have fun."
"Suck my dick."
"I’d rather bite it off," The demon hissed.
"Are you kidding me?" Zita scoffed incredulously, "How drunk are you?"
"Does it matter?" Dean countered, through a snort. "Not kiddin' you. Look like I am?"
"Suck my dick."
"I’d rather bite it off," The demon hissed.
"Can't say I'm into shit that hardcore," Dean countered, raisin' his eyebrow. "But hey, do it, and I'll make you feel real good too. Tomorrow we can pretend like nothin' ever happened."
I ended up bein' gone longer than intended. Back now and lookin' for plots and workin' on drafts though. mass-insanity as done a scary job of kidnapping me.