Sacrifices Needed to be Made

"'I like the disease,' that's what he said to me. Guess that was the end of it, but it's not the end of me." ((AU Indie Sam Blog from Supernatural. More information on Verses and About page. Mun is 20+ and caught up on canon))

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So, Get this

//Surprisingly enough I’m still alive. I got overwhelmed again and now I just got my retake classes to do then I get to go out on extern. So that means six more weeks of this and I’ll hopefully be way more active. I may or may not even keep these blogs to be honest. I love Sam, and my OCs but everytime I tell you guys I’m coming back I get busier and busier and I’m not sure if it’s gonna work. I’ll keep these blogs up for now, and I won’t delete without making a post about it.

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So, Get this

//Surprisingly enough I’m still alive. I got overwhelmed again and now I just got my retake classes to do then I get to go out on extern. So that means six more weeks of this and I’ll hopefully be way more active. I may or may not even keep these blogs to be honest. I love Sam, and my OCs but everytime I tell you guys I’m coming back I get busier and busier and I’m not sure if it’s gonna work. I’ll keep these blogs up for now, and I won’t delete without making a post about it.

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//So, I thought I was productive today. I got my drafts down to 16 which is mostly manageable. Idk when I'll be on again. Tomorrow Beck and I are going to the wild animal preserve I somehow didn't know we had in Vegas then playing Innocence with Shawn. Monday I got a test so I'll be studying then but I should be able to get on Tuesday. Should being the really key word there. Even then I might get on Elijah and give peeps over there some love.

Drafts: 16

Asks: 4

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"I did a bad thing."

Send “I did a bad thing.” For my character’s reaction to yours coming to them with blood on their hands.

Sam glanced up at the familiar voice, paling at the sight of his friend. He stood, pushing the chair quickly back to the table, before crossing the room to look at her. Once he realized it wasn’t her blood his heart jumped, unsure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

"What did you do?"

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Sam shaking her hands brought her back down to reality just enough for his words to move her gaze. Her terror-filled eyes lifted to meet his for a moment, squinting through her tears, and lowered after his suggestion. As difficult as thinking was for her at the moment, the idea of getting clean seemed like a good one, even though it felt as if the blood would never really wash off of her hands. 

Giving her friend a quick nod, she leaned forward to bury her face in his chest, desperately in need of his comfort.

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Relief washed over the hunter when the girl managed to raise her eyes enough to look at him. That meant he was at least getting somewhere with her. Shock quickly took him however when the other leaned forward into him. He hadn't know Kanaya to be one to ever want physical contact, but he assumed everyone needed comfort now and then. Awkwardly Sam moved his arms until the held her tightly by the shoulders, pulling her further into a hug.

"Let's get you inside." It was nothing but a whisper, but Sam knew she could hear him being as close as she was. He slowly began to move them back into his hotel room, never once letting go of the crying girl.

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"Yes, for the fifth time I am absolutely sure."

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"Well, sorry, I just don’t want to die."

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"God damnit, have a little faith will ya? I know what I'm doing."

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"You're alive! Oh, thank god!"

A smirk crept across the hunter’s lips as he pushed himself off the door frame and into their hotel room. His side burned from his ribs being smashed against a marble pillar a little to hard and it was become a bit hard to breath. It had been two weeks since the detective started hunting with him and the taller man was more then overjoyed to see the other safe and sound. They had gotten themselves into a nasty situation with a Lamia and Sam was afraid that the other man hadn’t gotten back. Sherlock had gotten him the silver knife and rosemary, but of course Sam had forgotten to tell him to get it blessed. Little mistakes like that could cost them their lives.

"Yea, I’m just great." The hunter choked out a rattled cough as he fell down onto his bed. He laid back on it with a pained moan before turning to Sherlock. "Do me a favour and grab me a glass of water please."

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Sherlock’s brow knit at the rattling cough, concerned his lungs may be filling with fluid. He prayed he was wrong, that the hunter would be fine and brush off yet another injury that would have him retired from cases for at least a week; a month if Watson was present. “I can hardly doubt that you are thirsty.” He replied softly, obeying the hunter and filling up a nearby glass with water from the tap. “But pray, please tell me what else is ailing you. You look like death.” The detective handed the taller man the glass with a prominent frown, brows knit as bright eyes surveyed him closely.

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When the detective returned with his water Sam grimaced as he pushed himself up with a pained moan. He took the glass, smiling meekly at his companion, before taking a large swallow of the cool water. It burned when it went down, but nothing to painful which had to be a good sign. Right? He handed the glass back to the shorter man after draining it and slowly laid himself back down.

"Uh, I hurt like a bitch if that’s what you’re asking." He was a bit dizzy, but Sam figured that was from walking back to the motel after getting his ass royally handed to him. But Sam knew that Sherlock wouldn’t take that as a response. He wanted details. "My side hurts, its worse when I breath in, and I think it broke my collar bone."

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He watched the other relentlessly, eyes moving from every mark to every muscle, taking him in and analyzing the damage to the best of this abilities. “Your rib is most likely broken. It is a wonder you are not dead.” Holmes replied easily. “I would suggest lying on the side that’s not damaged, at least then if you throw up or their is any fluid present you hopefully won’t drown in your sleep.” Hopefully was the key word. “There is no chance you’re going to allow me to call you a bus and take you to a nearby hospital is there?”

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Sam made a face as the other man spoke. In the short time he had really known the man he had always been blunt and to the point, but at times like this Sam couldn't help but at least wish he would lie to him and tell him it didn't look that bad. He did however at least attempt to follow the detectives instructions and roll onto his unbruised side. A pained moan left him as he gave up mid-roll and succumbed to his fate on his back. If it was as bad as the other man was telling him at least he'd pass out before he died.

"No hospitals." To emphasize his point the hunter pushed himself back into a sitting position and locked eyes with him. "Never go to a hospital if you can avoid it." Feeling that his point had been made, Sam let himself fall back onto the bed. He threw an arm over his eyes, wishing that the light from the lamp wasn't so bright. "If I'm not up and ready to go in the morning, for whatever reason, you pack your shit and take the Impala back to the bunker, understand?"

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Can I be your New Year's Eve Kiss? //sorry not sorry//

Send “Can I be your New Year’s Eve Kiss?” for My Muse’s Reaction!

Beth stared at Sam for a moment.Was he being serious? No, he couldn’t be.She laughed and blushed regardless.

     ”—You’d want t’kiss me on New Year’s Eve?”

It would be something new. She’d never been kissedat midnight like that. She knew Maggie had, but it justnever came up for her.

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God, her smile almost took his breath away. It was such a bright thing in a world consumed in such darkness that at times Sam wondered if she was even real. The ex-hunter laughed at her sudden brazen statement, matching her smile with one of his own.

"That could be doable I guess. There’s really no way of telling if we got of right or not though." The man shrugged. "Unless of course I just kissed you every night until it started warming up again, then we’d for sure know that we got it right."

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She giggled and brushed her hair back, effectively smoothing over her flyaway strands. Normally she was shy around him, but something changed within her.

"But then wouldn’t it become routine? We can’t just up and stop routine, could we? I mean, kissin’ every night until it warms up ‘round here? That’d be a long time, Sam." She couldn’t help but tease him. He was too much of an amazing person. He shown so brightly when he smiled and when he was happy. It made her feel like she’d done something right every time he laughed.

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"I myself have always been a creature of habit." There was an almost taunting tone to his voice as he spoke, his smile never once leaving his face. He leaned forward, his face a few inches from hers. "What's the harm in a routine if it's for a good cause. I mean, how else are we supposed to know if we get it right. I for one know I hate being wrong. Unless of course, you got any ideas."

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hellsxking started following you

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Hazel eyes watched as the demon king smiled, actually smiled. A soft expression that the hunter wasn’t entirely sure how to handle. It made him look so…well, human. It was kind of nice seeing the usually smug face of the other man look so kind. What Crowley said helped with the illusion, making it seem that the demon might actually be some what grateful for what they were doing for him. The illusion was quickly replaced though with the usual snarky smirk and Sam sighed. That was to be expected. This was Crowley he was talking too after all.

"You’re making me regret this you know." He glanced back down at his laptop, no longer even attempting to avoid conversation. It was a little late for that. "You actually seem like a pretty decent guy like this, not really sure if I want you going back the way you are."

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   Crowley’s smirk twitched downward slightly but not enough to get rid of it. He had never been called a ‘decent guy’. If the demon was honest with himself he doesn’t even recall ever being a decent person. Sure he follows a set of rules and isn’t a blood thirsty manic like all the other demons roaming Hell. Still if one were to strip Crowley down, take away what’s him anyone could see the long blood trail that follows him. Not that he’s ashamed by the lives he destroyed and the thousands he killed. Well maybe a tiny bit but he knew that was the humanity poking it’s ugly little head out. Regardless Crowley was Crowley; he was, lack for a better word, vermin.

   He looked off to the side and gave the Winchester a shrug even if Sam wasn’t looking his way. "Sorry to disappoint. After all I don’t ever remember being a ‘decent guy’. I’ve always been a demon as far back as I can recall. You wake up and all you see is everlasting flames. You’re wondering how you got there but then…this feeling washes over you. You don’t care how you got there just that within all the screams and blood is where you belong." His eyes shifted to the Hunter; his features relaxing as he continued. “In other words, you’re born decent or you’re simply born without a single drop in your bones.”

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Sam had given up on doing anything productive. There really wasn't any point in it anymore, not with the King of Hell distracting him with theoretical conversations. With a few clicks on his keyboard the hunter brought up a game of solitaire, something that wouldn't suffer from him only paying half attention to, and allowed his hazel eyes to raise just enough to glance at the demon. The younger Winchester tended to avoid anything that had to do with even thinking about Hell, but he figured it was necessary for the topic.

"Calling bullshit on that." Hazel eyes left the demon, returning to the illuminated screen before him. "You can't expect me to honestly believe that there isn't a shred of decency somewhere in everybody." The hunter almost sounded bored as he spoke, but it was obvious by his tone that he honestly believed his own words. "I haven't met anyone that is truly one hundred percent evil and I doubt that I ever will. Take demons for example." Sam let out a sigh as he clicked away at his laptop. "Just because someone has sold their soul doesn't make them innately eviler than a man that didn't. There are some that sell their souls for douchier reasons than others, but that's not my point.  There's no way that you just wake up one day in Hell feeling like you belong there. There's a transition, Hell changes you, but there's no taking away someone's decency. There's only beating it down until it's harder to notice."

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//These tanning commercials that keep playing on my pandora are freaking me out. I can't help but think it sounds like a commercial I would hear in Desert Bluffs. To creep for Nightvale, but just creep enough for them.

"Be a better shade of You."

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Reblog if you'd date an asexual.

Lately some personal experiences with people reacting really negatively to my sexual orientation have caused me to feel like there’s no hope of a romantic relationship for me. This probably won’t get very far, but I thought I’d give it a try.

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SIGNAL BOOST THIS SO HARD!!!

There is absolutely hope!

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Starter Sentences || Fall Out Boy Edition

"You were the last good thing about this part of town."

"Am I more than you bargained for yet?"

"This is the way they'd love if they knew how misery loved me."

"She says she's no good with words but I'm worse."

"I confess, I messed up."

"You're just the girl all the boys wanna dance with, and I'm just the boy who's had too many chances."

"Why don't you just drop dead?"

"The lies I weave are oh so intricate."

"Seasons change but people don't."

"Wouldn't you rather be a widow than a divorcee?"

"We don't fight fair."

"I don't care what you think as long as it's about me."

"The best of us can find happiness in misery."

"Why won't the world revolve around me?"

"I've got troubled thoughts and the self esteem to match."

"I will never end up like him."

"What good comes of something when I'm just the ghost of nothing?"

"I'm just the man on the balcony singing 'no body will ever remember me.'"

"I only want what I can't have."

"I'm a loose bolt of a complete machine."

"What a match, I'm half doomed and you're semisweet."

"I don't just want to be a footnote in someone else's happiness."

"I will never believe in anything again."

"Have you ever wanted to disappear?"

"I wanna scream 'I love you' from the top of my lungs but I'm afraid that someone else will hear me."

"Hey young blood."

"Doesn't it feel like our time's running out?"

"I think it looked better on me."

"I'm in the details with the devil."

"I don't know where you're going, but do you got room for one more troubled soul."

"I know I expect too much and not enough all at once."

"I only wanted fun but you got me all fucked up on love."

"I thought of angels choking on their haloes."

"Anything you say can and will be held against you, so only say my name."

"I'd trade all my tomorrows for just one yesterday."

"If I spilled my guts the world would never look at you the same..."

"Oh, how the mighty fall in love."

"I know I'm the one you want to forget."

"Sometimes before it gets better, the darkness gets bigger."

"I see through you when we're sittin' in the dark."

"I will sing to you every day if it will take the pain away."

"I am the best you'll never have."

"Don't take love off the table yet."

"We're gonna die it's just a matter of time."

"Make it easy, say I never mattered."

"Remember me as I was, not as I am."

"I'll check in tomorrow if I don't wake up dead."

"I'm the lonelier version of you, I just don't know where it went wrong."

"You are what you love, not who loves you."

"The kids are all wrong, the stories are all off, heavy metal broke my heart."

"I never meant for you to fix yourself."

"They say we are what we are, but we don't have to be."

"I try to picture me without you but I can't."

"Sometimes the only payoff for having any faith is when it's tested again and again every day."

"The truth catches up with us eventually."

"I still love the way you hurt me."

"I think I fell in love again."

"I'm the best worst thing that hasn't happened to you yet."

"Maybe I bit off more than I could chew..."

"And in the end, I'd do it all again."

"I think you're my best friend."

"The kids aren't alright."

"I can move mountains, I can work a miracle."

"May nothing but death do us part."

"Baby, come home."

"Did you ever love her?"

"I am your worst nightmare."

"Don't stop 'til your heart goes numb."

"I don't feel a thing for you."

"I'll be as honest as you let me."

"You are my favorite 'what if.'"

"You are my best 'I'll never know.'"

"I wish I'd known how much you loved me."

"You were the song stuck in my head, every song I ever loved."

"I just need enough of you to dull the pain."

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If my character were to be a representation or embodiment of something, what do you suppose it would be?

Bonus if you say why Ex. Embodiment of Joy Representation of War Patron Saint of the Lost

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Nonsexual acts of Intimacy - Select from the following for my muse to respond to...

♔ :Finding your muse wearing their clothes

Dean had no idea what he had expected, but he sure as hell didn’t expect seeing Sam wearing his clothes. It was impossible for him to not smile, because it was funny but at the same time it was kind of cute. It also reminded him a bit of when they were kids.

"Okay man, just.. Are you plannin’ on telling me why you’re wearing my clothes?” The older hunter asked and chuckled, while he was crossing his arms over his chest.

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The younger hunter hadn’t realized his brother had even entered the room until his voice jeered at him. Sam’s attention snapped up from his laptop, confusion obvious on his face. Hazel eyes glanced down at the shirt he wore before smiling.

"It was the only thing clean." That was an out right lie and Sam knew it. If Sam didn’t do the laundry then Dean always did so they’d be no time for anything to stay dirty. Sam shrugged a shoulder, smile never leaving his face as he turned back to his laptop. "Doesn’t really matter, does it?"

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"Right.." Dean said and couldn’t keep himself from chuckling while he was taking his leather jacket off, before walking over to Sam. He knew immediately that it was a lie, considering that they always took care of the laundry just to make sure that everything was clean before taking care of another case or something like that.

"Sure it doesn’t really matter." The older hunter replied as he stood behind the chair his little brother was sitting on. With a mischievous grin on his face, he let his chin rest on top of Sam’s head while he leaned slightly against the chair. "You’re lucky that the shirt looks good on you, or else I would’ve taken it off right now."

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The smile never left the younger Winchester's face as he felt his brother move behind him. When he felt the pressure of his brother leaning against him he shifted a bit. Sam couldn't stop the sarcastic sounding chuckle from escaping him at the other hunter's words. Sam closed his laptop carefully before leaning forward in an attempt to free himself of his brother leaning on him.

"So that's what you're going with, really?" Sam swatted a hand at his brother, not even trying to hit him. "I thought you just said it didn't matter. So, if it doesn't matter, why would you need to take it off if it looked bad?"

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Female atheris squamigera.

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righteousdisaster started following you

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Sam had ignored that question. Hell, Sam had ignored the demon for the rest of the drive home. Sam had even ignored him through the small struggle of getting him strapped into the chair and through the first part of the spell. But it was becoming harder and harder for the hunter to ignore him. The things that slipped past his lips said to him with Dean’s voice…there was really no telling if the toxic words were really how his brother felt or not and that caused a terrible ache in the hunter’s chest. If the vicious verbal assault wasn’t enough the broken confession his brother slipped out was almost enough to break his heart.

I like the disease.

Those words were still echoing in his head as he stood outside the room, back to the wall and eyes closed. Maybe it was just all getting to much for him, the spell. Maybe he was falling right into the demon’s little trap. Or maybe Dean was actually truly happy that way. How long had it been since Sam could say that he thought his brother was honestly happy. Not smiling and joking and putting on a string face for his little brother, but truly happy. Maybe Sam owed it to his brother. After everything that the younger hunter had put the other through, all the pain, worry, and suffering, maybe it was time for him to step back and let Dean have what he wanted. Sam let his legs give out, allowing his back to slide down the wall he leaned against. What kind of person would he be if he really did what he was considering? What kind of brother would he be if he let Dean keep the monster?

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Chains, words, traps… they all assaulted the demon that had taken over Dean. It tried to flee, a defense in order to survive but it was Dean that held onto it with such ferocity that there was no escaping him. After each vial of blood was administered Dean became more angry. Cracks in Sam started to show and Dean allowed the demon to scratch— poking holes in the facade that was there. 

❝Nothing’s broken about me Sammy. The only reason you think I’m broken is because I’m not the Dean you want me to be.❞ The worst part was that now… after all these years Dean could see that he was wrong. He’d tried so hard to make Sam into something that Sam wasn’t happy with and he should have just let his brother be happy. Now he was stuck in a devil’s trap unable to escape and the only solace he had was that somewhere deep down he had not a care in the world. No remorse for anything that had happened before. Dean didn’t care at all. NOT one bit.

Lips curling Dean fought against the chains. The legs of the chair began to scuff against the floor. ❝Shouldn’t you be calling Cas? Isn’t time for you to get bored of doing this alone?❞ Black eyes searched for Sam Winchester— 

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The hunter had allowed his head to slump forward, allowed his hands to cradle it in a lost attempt at self pity. He had slipped his eyes shut, conjured all his strength to stop the tears that threatened to burn their way past his closed eyelids. Then he heard his brother's voice. Or what he still prayed was his brother. He somehow managed to find the strength to stand, wipe his eyes, and step back into the room. Cold black eyes searched for him, causing his heart to jump into his throat.

"Bored isn't the right word..." Fuck, why was he even bothering with speaking? Sam stared down at the demon before him for what felt like hours before sighing. Exhaustion was clear in the man, his shoulders slumped and his face hung. He could feel his heart hammering in his chest, making him jittery. His mind was reeling, his fingers shaking. He knew whatever happened next was going to be something the younger Winchester would regret for the rest of his life. Whatever that was however, the hunter hadn't decided.

"I'm curious Dean, what would you do if I let you out of that trap?"