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You little fire child, i will swallow you whole and cough up your ash and the ENTIRE WORLD will watch in bewildering ASTONISHMENT at all that you were made of.
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important update!
hello all! so as you might have noticed, i said i would be back and then promptly wasn’t. well, there’s a reason for that! because i’m still so busy and have so many muses i want to write for, i’m going to be consolidating them into a MULTIMUSE BLOG, in which Sam will be included! more details will be coming on this in the days ahead, the most important of which is that it will be getting Sam’s current url (apheliicn) and this blog will be archived.
i understand if multimuse blogs aren’t your thing and that means you can’t write with me — each to their own! this is simply the best way for me to keep track of things & enjoy my rp experiences as best i can.
thank you all!
important update!
hello all! so as you might have noticed, i said i would be back and then promptly wasn’t. well, there’s a reason for that! because i’m still so busy and have so many muses i want to write for, i’m going to be consolidating them into a MULTIMUSE BLOG, in which Sam will be included! more details will be coming on this in the days ahead, the most important of which is that it will be getting Sam’s current url (apheliicn) and this blog will be archived.
i understand if multimuse blogs aren’t your thing and that means you can’t write with me --- each to their own! this is simply the best way for me to keep track of things & enjoy my rp experiences as best i can.
thank you all!
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@samwinchestergc PROMPT | Palette #7 ↳ always-keep-writing
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you little fire child, i will swallow you whole and cough up your ash and the entire world will watch in bewildering astonishment at all that you were made of.
✗ written by lydia ✗ selective ✗ independent
end of hiatus!!
hello all!! the time has finally come -- i’m officially done with finals, and after a full week of just working i’m ~finally~ feeling ready to come back. i’ll be on tomorrow to work on gathering replies as well as deciding what threads to keep! i’ll probably be keeping most of my stuff, but if i decide to drop our thread i will definitely let you know.
also just as a heads up, i’m extremely behind in the new season (lol) so as of right now i’m basically only going to go up to what i’ve seen (somewhere between heaven and hell) for the time being.
i’ve missed you all so much, and i’m so glad to be back !!
hiatus
hey everyone!! so yeah i haven’t been here much at all recently, and this is entirely because i’m in the last month of this semester and things are getting pretty intense, plus i haven’t really had a lot of muse recently. instead of just disappearing even more than i already have, i’m going to go ahead and declare a hiatus until i’m done with finals, which will be in the second week of may.
i apologize for disappearing like i did, and if anyone wants to continue threads when i come back i’d be more than happy to!!
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but !! i am currently very busy with school and just haven’t had the time or motivation to get on recently. that should hopefully change soon and i’m going to make an attempt to get some stuff done here this weekend (which may include dropping a few threads, but we’ll see) !
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“If you ever need anything, anything, call me, okay? I’ll be there.” - Sam, 12x04
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Jenny Han, P.S. I Still Love You
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Charlie smiled, this time more genuine and less teasing. “Yeah, I know. Thank you. It’s good to have an actual location to come back to, rather than just a random hotel. Nice to know the bunker will always be here.” She twirled her keys a couple times before dropping them back into her bag. “Since you’re asking me to stick around, I assume there’s some sort of plan? At the very least, a dinner plan.”
Sam smiles, the expression reaching him easily. “I know exactly what you mean. Having this place...” he shrugs, looking around him with the same content expression. “It’s still kind of hard to believe we have it, you know?” There are still times, after a hunt, when Sam’s first instinct is to pull out the maps, spread them on the hood, and start up the discussion about where to go next. That kind of life --- nowhere besides his brother and the car to call home, never staying in one place for very long --- even now, it’s been hard to shake at times.
He laughs, and shakes his head. “Not unless we come up with it. I mean --- Dean might try his hand at making burgers again, or we could figure something out. We stocked up a couple of days ago, so we should have ingredients.”
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“It wasn’t on my agenda, at least until now” She smirked. Thinking about that place just changed her whole plans, and she was absolutely okay with it. But with seeing Sam again after all this time….did she really want to leave town so fast? Not really. “There’s not any cases–I mean, quiet town, nothing really too shady other than the occasional pot deal.”
“Yeah, I can see why Asa left.” If it was the hunting life Asa wanted --- which was clearly the case --- there would be little reason sticking around this small town. It’s not the kind of place usually frequented by vampires or werewolves, and most of the houses are far too new to host any spirits, vengeful or otherwise. Gin is right: pot deals are likely the closest this town has come to anything shady in the last few years. “So what’s the plan after this?” he asks, raising one eyebrow in question. “Back to the states?”
{ ♫ };; —– Emerald irises looked up at Sam quietly. Despite the gentle praise, Maka felt like she didn’t deserve it. She could have given in so easily. It felt so… Good to be possessed by it, but at the same time, she knew better. She carries a lot on her shoulders, and yet sometimes there’s that sin hissing at the back of her ear.
❝If you call nearly giving into it because it felt oddly good strong willed, then I guess I’ll take it.❞ She was playing with her fingers now, nervousness begging to show. Yet here she is, so focused on his experiences. She thinks not of herself, but the man before her. She frowned, pale hand reaching up to place upon his shoulder. ❝I’m very sorry. But at least now you know. No one is perfect, Sam. You can’t always bare the world on your shoulder, and expect good to come out of it.❞ She retorted, but smiled. ❝You’re strong willed as well. Remember that, okay?❞
Sam shudders before he can stop it --- he remembers all too well what that’s like: wanting to give in to it, both Meg and the blood, even though he knew Meg’s intentions were anything but good, and even though he knew what the blood was doing to him and those around him. He reaches out, and put his hand over hers. “You didn’t, though. I call that strong willed.”
The heavy emotions lifting somewhat from the room, Sam offers her a less-fleeting smile now. “I will if you will.” Her words may do little to dispel the memories of those experiences, as well as the decisions he has yet to face, but they seem to strengthen him. His will is the only thing keeping the entire world from the apocalypse right now --- his strength to never let Lucifer in, no matter what. Castiel, Dean --- he still sees the way they look at him, more often than not: weighing his failures, weighing his strength, and finding it lacking. Maka, though --- she does believe in his will, and while they might have only just met, it makes him believe a little more as well.
Sam sits back in his chair, glancing over the forgotten exorcisms on the computer screen before he closes it. “It’s getting late --- we should probably turn in soon, especially if you want to help me finish up this hunt tomorrow.”
Yes, what his brother was going through right now did bring up stuff that Dean would rather forget, but… At least now he could use this to help Sam. At least the memories weren’t just haunting him, making it basically impossible for him to sleep, for him to even get through the day like they had before.
He had nightmares, yes.
Some days were tough, yes.
But at least he knew that all this stuff gave him some understanding as to what Sam was going through. And that, he supposed, made it all worth it.
“Yeah, you did. And hey, Sam - the way our lives have been going, seems like we’re always in uncharted territory. You’re gonna be fine, okay? We both are. Don’t worry.” They’d figure it out, Dean told himself. Yeah, the Cage had probably been a kind of - well, he didn’t really have a word for it - that even Hell couldn’t truly make him understand, but Sam was strong, he knew he was. His brother would make it through this.
This time, the smile reaches Sam’s mouth without him forcing it, or without any conscious effort at all. He nods, and doesn’t take his eyes off Dean. “Okay.” he says, and this time he means it. “I trust you.” Right now, Dean is probably the only thing he trusts at all --- certainly not himself. Not yet. But maybe, with time --- he can relearn what trusting himself even means. One thing is for sure, though: if Dean says they can make it --- figure this out, get through this more or less unscathed --- he believes it.
He turns back to the road ahead, now, watching distractedly as the asphalt disappears beneath the car, the street signs and trees and the other cars that blur past outside the windows. “I wanted to ask,” Sam says, after a moment, “What you’re hoping to get out of this trip.” He glances back at Dean, smiles ironically. “I mean --- I know you kind of only agreed because I wouldn’t let up about it, but is there any other reason? Besides making me shut up about it?”