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// Shout out to some of the people that have been in my drafts for a long/very long time... LMK whether it’s okay to a) continue old threads b) start new ones c) or if you’d like to drop a thread.

@dontcallmepepper

@grccvy

@sxrpxnsortia

@risaen

@fadingstarshine

@heavenly-soldier

@comeintotheparlor

@beautifullyxbrxken

@refugeturned

@somethxngwxcked

@dcddyrecper

@hellsmother

@legacywrit

#dontcallmepepper #grccvy #sxrpxnsortia #risaen #fadingstarshine #heavenly-soldier #comeintotheparlor #beautifullyxbrxken #refugeturned #somethxngwxcked #dcddyrecper #hellsmother #legacywrit #'... that's like M. Night-level douchiness.' // ooc

Fall Into Sleep

@legacywrit

The news had spread so quickly through the supernatural sects. While most of the Coven had been destroyed or gone into hiding, those that still feared them over the events of the past year had lost a significant amount of that fear upon believing Rene to be gone.

How else could they have managed a successful attack on Notre Dame? Rene's wards were gone. That magic had been permanent, old, eternal ... even Rene himself could not undo it under the command of the Grand Coven. So how was it broken? The only logical explanation was that Rene was gone, completely gone from existence. And if the Grand Coven no longer had Rene, then their level of dangerousness had dropped significantly ... just as their numbers had.

Witches were growing lawless again. And with lawlessness came boldness. Unfortunately, sometimes bravery and stupidity walk hand in hand. Some witches slip up. Some witches get caught. Some witches get dead.

But the one witch that everyone thought was dead, gone for good ... was not. But that was a secret, wasn't it? As long as the Coven still thought him dead, he was safe. All he had to do at this point was live. But how could he just keep his head down when the world was going mad?

A simple appearance, just as he had done many times before ... the image of a mirror shifted, the mirror in Sam Winchester's room, deep in the Men of Letters bunker in the heart of Kansas. Instead of the reflection of a sleeping hunter and his surroundings, the image of a gaunt and pale witch took its place, illuminated by the golden glow of the candles in his secret altar room. His dark hair, much longer than when they had last met, grazing his shoulders just barely. His skin white, darkened circles embedded in the flesh around cognac eyes ... eyes that were curious at this point, that -- despite the appearance of their body -- actually appeared quite full of life. Renewed vigor, perhaps.

Silent, he pulled himself through that mirror, the surface rippling like water as the slender body crossed through the portal, holding onto the edge of the mirror as though climbing through a window. Bare toes touched the floor with not a sound ... crossed to the hunter's bed quiet as a fox creeping to a hen house, leaning over Sam with a slight tilt of his head.

A soft murmur.

"Dormez-vous, Géant?"

#legacywrit #fall into sleep #long time no write!#french translation: 'Are you sleeping ... Giant?"

@legacywrit replied to your photoset “”

Dean cannot handle his son becoming a man. He is proud but he is also like "he grew up too fast"

does a winchester ever greally gro wup?

#legacywrit #never leave home without the batvisa; crack

@legacywrit also didn’t ask for this // for sam

“so like, hypothetically speaking... if i forgot to turn on my vpn while doing some minor credit card type hacking... am i screwed?”

#legacywrit #claire pls be more careful #i needed a not so serious one to follow up that other one lmao

@legacywrit didn’t ask for this angst // for dean

“it was an accident---i didn’t mean to,” she said, unable to stop the tears from falling. she turned away from the body of the girl she’d killed that was not a monster.

did that make her a monster now?

#legacywrit #omg claire

@legacywrit liked for a thing!!!

silence fell heavy between them as baby’s engine rumbled down the highway, even with the music on. he still had blood on his face. dean chewed at the inside of his lower lip. he wanted to say something, but at the same time, he didn’t want to talk about it at all. he sighed as the tape ended, flipping it over and shoving it back into the deck, hoping that the lull in the music wouldn’t be an opportunity for sam to talk about what he had just done--another slaughter.

he tried to ignore the fact that his hands were shaking and he felt scared but the feelings were just too heavy. unfortunately, that was all he could think about as white knuckles gripped the wheel, determined to be okay as he drove on down the road.

#legacywrit #we goin with moc!

hc + scars

Claire has a lot of scars. More than what was shown canonically. She's not ashamed of them, nor does she go out of her way to hide them. Most of them are smaller, from various cuts/scrapes, but some like the one from the window she went through, and the ghoul bite take up a bit more space. If you look closely at her face, you will find little scars there, too. They're mostly concentrated near her eyes and mouth as that's where she tends to get hitthe most during fights. While she does wear makeup and that helps conceal them, she doesn't wear makeup for the purpose of concealing the scars. She wears it because she likes to.

#headcanon.#legacywrit #thanks so much for sending this in!!!!!#💜💜💜#mobile tumblin'

please, say something.

forsaken angel , have you nothing to say for yourself . for the way you’ve sinned && treated your brothers like trash to be picked up by step fathers && faux saints . perhaps , it is best that you have forsaken your home ; that you live here now , clipped wings && full of pills .