#chapter pending

[deltamune]

Okay, this is one of the cutest Floyds I’ve drawn so far

Look at this puppy!! 🥺🥺 He was left out in the rain, someone take him in

Also Floyd without eyeliner?? Scandalous

[bloodsalted]

@glxryfallen || based off your meme for confessing something || just made a starter instead. hope that's okay!

"uh. i'm not sure how this goes. i mean. i've seen it in the movies. tried it a couple times... but.. um.. forgive me father for i have sinned. isn't that where these sorta things start? that line... everyone says it," there's a quiet, frustrated half-laugh that follows as the sound of the back of his head resting against the confessional booth thunks on hollow wood paneling. he can smell the dried blood on his jacket in the enclosed space. leather and copper. muted but accented with rain water attempting (and failing) to wash it off. dean flicks his gaze up towards the dark ceiling then to the screen with it's fishnet shadows decorating the wooden wall.

a few beats of silence then you can hear whatever resolve or determination carried muddy boots into the church at an ungodly hour fade. "nah.. fuck it. this isn't gonna work. sorry to waste your time.." be damned if he isn't halfway towards the little door a long step later.

the hell was he thinking? talking to a wall? that shit's what crazy people do. and it's not getting him any closer to getting his job DONE.

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@k1llermade || a meme from this tag yonder || accepting!

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you pretend it isn't. "

dean's got his hands stuffed inside the pockets of a too big leather coat. one that hangs on his frame a little loose, a little worn and torn. years have turned it into part of him, just the same as his left arm or leg,by now. green eyes comb across jax's with a look of understanding. takes a pro at self-hatred to understand another pro. doesn't it? their lives haven't been the easiest. both've gotten the shit end of the stick more than either one would like to admit. l

essons they learned along the way? the kind that leave scars. ones both visible and the one that's always the worst? not. makes the ones that you can see cakewalk to ignore. when you can cover them up or stop caring. the ones you can't? well.. life is a bitch.

see? all that's easier said than listened to. dean's a fucking hypocrite even trying to get the lesson through the jax that losing one of his own? yeah.. that's a pain he wouldn't wish on anyone. but is it jax's fault? far as dean can tell from the point of view he's got? no.

he's been on the edge that jax is on. got a frequent flyer card if he's honest. talking him off it? miracle in and of itself if managed. most times? he's gotta dig himself out. or dive headfirst into booze or killing monsters or beating the pulp out of some asshole that deserves it. usually by trying to be the one doing the killing. or. you know? on a lesser extent? a really mouthy asshole that gets under his skin. dime a dozen if you look in the right bar.

so, sure. dean might be pissing in the wind trying to yank jax back inside his head. towards the realm of common sense. but--he's not gonna let him stalk off and do something stupid either. call it a hunch. or.. experience. "fine. you're who you think you are. the world's on your back. twenty four seven. you dropped it. screwed the pooch. whatever you want to call it. doesn't mean that you're the worst person on the planet drawing breath either. makes you a human that fucked up. not on purpose," he sighs. "that's not gonna make it any easier. i get it. i just know where this road goes and you don't deserve to be on it.. not this time."