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[theelderhazelnut]

“You look tired, chief.”

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[sad-writers]

[just picture my nails, long as i like them, in that shade of red from urban outfitters, just see them and see them sinking into my face. see them digging, past the tissue and muscle and hitting my skull and hear the sound the muffled sound of my nails clacking against the bone and then watch me just tear my face out and Oh the sigh of relief! thank god thank god thank god!]

today i came home and cried for a long time and then i laid there for even longer

[i-should-be-making-homework]

me @ my brain: ohh you want to come up with ideas so bad

[odinspattern]

I just got my summer job back.

[templarbear]

New OC!

Hi there everybody! I’ve been a little inactive lately, but that is all gonna change! And to celebrate, I’ve decided to make an OC I’d been thinking about available for RP!

Scipio Traxa

Race: Cabal

Class: Legionaire

Appearance: Scipio is a taller Cabal, around 7 feet. He has dark grey skin, and is missing two fingers on his left hand from a mistake with a bomb strapped to a Hive Seeder.

Combat: A perk of being a commando in the Siege Dancers is that Scipio and his unit are not bound by traditional Cabal tactics. His division’s specialization is in guerilla warfare and insurgency tactics, developed after the Guardians began major offensives. This tactical freedom also applies to their equipment, which Scipio used as an excuse to seize a Colossus’ chaingun.

Bio: After the Guardian defeat of Oryx, Cabal high command ordered a new front to be opened against the City. Several advance squads of the Siege Dancers were sent down to the Cosmodrome to begin preparations for a formal invasion. One of these squads was led by Scipio Traxa. The arrival went smoothly and unnoticed by the City. But Cabal command did not plan on the Hive still maintaining a formidable force there. This lack of foresight pushed Scipio and his men into a desperate situation. In the hopes of surviving long enough to accomplish their mission, Scipio opened his comm channels to Guardians in the hope that a few might respond and maybe, just maybe, help his squad.

[semitura]

*WHOOTS*

[wincestplease]

hey darling, i don't know if you are taking prompts but can you write something with dean saying "you'll never touch my kid again" or something with jealous!dean?? i friking love your stories and dean calling sam his kid killss meeeee

It starts with Dean’s boy, crumpled and embarrassed, entering the motel room with a black eye and a split lip, trying to keep his head down so Dean doesn’t see what happened after school today, when the football team decided that they didn’t like the fact Sam was doing well in school and refused to do their homework.

Hiding doesn’t work for long—or at all. Dean notices right away, alarmed and fiercely protective, although he’s gentle as his fingers probe Sam’s wounds and give him a bag of frozen peas for his injuries.

Sam doesn’t tell Dean who it is that hurt him, but Dean’s a hunter, and he’s good at getting information, and so he kisses Sam’s forehead, and tells him to rest, and promises to be back soon.

Sam tells him not to do anything stupid, but Dean can’t make any promises.

Besides, defending his little brother isn’t stupid. It’s the only choice he has. He doesn’t think he’d physically be able to not do anything.

When he pulls up to the school, the first guys he sees are the entire Ester B Jameson football team, huddled around a picnic table outside the school, laughing obnoxiously and pushing each other around.

Dean approaches them without hesitation, and demands to know if they saw what happened to Sam. When their laughs increase and they whisper to each other, Dean knows he’s found his culprits.

It continues with a fist to the knuckle head in the red sweater, and an elbow in the ribs to the brunette with the highlights—Dean may or may not have broken a rib or two on him, but he more than deserved it and he doesn’t feel an ounce of guilt. Everything progresses pretty quickly from there—it’s all a blur but Dean is kicking ass because these stupid teenagers don’t know how to fight worth shit and it feels good to know that these dicks won’t be messing around with Sam again.

Sam could have taken them all on, could have given them a run for their money, but Dean knows Sam would never actually do that—he’s not like that. He’d rather take a beating than reveal he’s the freak who knows 100 different ways to kill someone with his bare hands and even more ways to disable somebody in seconds.

Once he’s satisfied more than a few of them are going to need a trip to the ER after this, he stands back and cracks his bloodied knuckles. “If I ever see Sam coming home hurt again—whether it was you or not,” Dean meets all their eyes, pleased to see every one of them has at least one black eye. “I’ll be dishing out a lot more than a few broken noses and a couple bruises.” He snarls.

“Don’t you ever, ever, touch my kid again. Do I make myself clear?” He thunders, narrowing his eyes.

Silence.

“I said,” Dean grits his teeth. “Do I make myself clear?”

It ends with Dean kicking the nearest one in the torso one more time for good measure, before turning away, satisfied.

Sam is safe.

His job is done.

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My blog just turned two today…