[All right friends, so first of all a billion apologies for not being on here in approximately five thousand years! I’m going to be moving Gabe over to a side blog (along with Audey), and hopefully having everyone all in one sort of place will make it easier for me to keep up with them all c: So I’m getting their blogs set up tonight, so hopefully tomorrow I’ll be able to kickstart the two little idiots once again!]

#[ooc] #[so if we had a thread that you really want to continue #just send me an ask with what thread it is so i can get it over there] #[otherwise i'm going to try and put up some askbox memes and open starters] #[and as always my askbox is open for plotting if you want!]

[Ok so I know I keep saying this but I’m sorry for all the inactivity lately! I’ve been working more shifts at the library, so that plus the afterschool program wrapping up and getting registered for all my classes I’ve just been tired and low on energy (plus I recently fell in love with The Wolf Among Us…XD) but I have tomorrow off so I should be able to get to some of the mountain of drafts I’ve got building up… ^-^]

#[ooc]
therighteouswomen:
[text] We need to talk (demon Deanna perhaps)

therighteouswomen:

sugarandshotguns:

[Text] What’s going on Sourpatch? 

Deanna was already preparing to yell back when the wind got knocked out of her sails. “Uh, yeah. Like salt and burn me dead.” She stared at him for a long time. “You don’t have the overwhelming urge to kill me or anything?”

What?” Gabe stared for a moment, shocked into silence. “Did you seriously just ask if I want to kill you. It’s bad enough ya already implied that I would’a preferred that ya stay dead, but do you actually believe that I would ever want to kill you?” He ran his hands through his hair, breath coming out of him in a frustrated growl, “I ain’t gonna kill ya, Deanna. I have absolutely no desire to, ‘n to be perfectly honest just thinkin’ about it makes me feel a little like throwin’ up.”

#therighteouswomen
deanbitchwinchester:
"I'm pregnant and it's yours." Send this to the next 10 people on your dash just for shits and giggles to get a reaction.

deanbitchwinchester:

sugarandshotguns:

"…I’m sorry, what? Sorry, unless I’m mistaken, that’s not actually possible."

"Other than my trickster magic…. I’ll be human, my wings will be in view for all to see. If my wings are harmed it will permanently damage me." Luciael said shakily.

"No one’s touchin’ your wings," he growled, his eyes narrowing angrily. "If they try I’ll rip off their fuckin’ fingers ‘n shove ‘em down their goddamn throats," his arms tightened around the angel’s waist as he buried his face in the crook of his neck.

#deanbitchwinchester
Anonymous:
"What's this?" -sugarandshotguns

elladeclassified:

elladeclassified:

Send “What’s this?” And I will generate a number to see what item your muse has found in mine’s belongings.

Number generated: 14 - flowers with your muses name on the tag

"What’s wha-? OH, uh, n-nothing," Ella stammered.  She held out her hand to take them from him, praying to every higher power she could think of that he hadn’t read the tag.  "Give ‘em here, I’ve been meaning to toss ‘em. Getting all wilted."

"They’re for another Gabriel," Ella lied.  "You’re not the only one in the world with that name, y’know, Mr. Egotistical. Now just… throw ‘em out. They’re dying anyway."

"True, but seems to me I’m the only Gabriel in this room, so I think that makes ‘em mine," he retorted, smiling smugly. "I ain’t gonna throw ‘em out! I think they look nice. ‘sides, they just need a little water ‘n they might perk up a little."

#elladeclassified #[awww she's so cute when she's flustered XD]

[Ok, well sleepy!mun is very very sleepy indeed, so it’s off to bed for me ^^ I got a little headway with my drafts done, and I’ll keep working on them in the next couple days so hopefully I’ll be able to conquer them fully by this weekend!]

#[ooc]
therighteouswomen:
[text] We need to talk (demon Deanna perhaps)

therighteouswomen:

sugarandshotguns:

[Text] What’s going on Sourpatch? 

"The god-wanna be Metaduche stabbed me. It wasn’t really like I asked for this to happen! Unfortunately, or fortunately, this ol’ mark kind did some work I hadn’t expected. Turned me into a demon, just like Cain," she told him. Her voice was raising. She was getting angry again. Did everyone prefer her dead to this? 

"Fuckin’ Metatron,” he hissed under his breath, rubbing his face angrily. Part of him wanted to gather Deanna up in his arms, shield her from the world for at least a few minutes, but he knew such a gesture would be probably be very unwelcome while her temper was flaring. “Well of course it’s fuckin’ fortunately. What’s the alternative, you’re just goddamn dead?”

#therighteouswomen
Taming Of The Beast ~ Closed

laptopandlostshoes:

The beast within Sam can only see this small human as a threat, what with being trapped and all. Teeth are bared as a deep warning rumbles from Sam’s chest, tail swishing in slight agitation. For all he knew this stranger was the one to leave the trap in the first place, causing his left hind foot to be nearly mangled. Even with his super healing there would at least be some scarring, especially due to all the struggling to get free he’d done thus far.

"Oh, hey, no, don’t…don’t do that?" Gabe spread his hands out in front of him, wondering just how in the hell you were supposed to go about calming down a giant lion. Was there even a protocol for this sort of situation? "Um, ok, so how about, if ya don’t kill me, I’ll get ya outta the trap and I’ll give ya…” he rummaged around in his bag, finding a couple candy bars and a half bag of beef jerky, “well, I guess I’ll give ya these. I really hope ya like candy ‘n jerky better ‘n ya like eatin’ human bein’s,” he muttered as he inched forward, holding the food out in front of him.

#laptopandlostshoes #[taming of the beast]
sugarandshotguns:
[overhears calling character a slut] Gabe walked over to the man slowly, maintaining direct eye contact as he pulled out a knife. He smiled, eyes cold, "I'm sorry, I must'a heard ya wrong, because there's simply no way you're actually speakin' this way to this lovely woman."

supernaturalchanel:

Your character overhears someone calling mine ‘a slut’, what does your character do?

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         A small hand gently reached up to sit on his shoulder, gently trying to guide him away from the confrontation. Chanel knew that Gabe was aware of the bad day she’d had, and that this was possibly her breaking point. He would be right to assume that, but she was trying her best to keep the tears at bay in order for him to stay out of jail for aggravated assault.

        “Come on,” she whispered to hide the strain in her voice from trying to restrain herself from crying in front of him. “We can go somewhere else, ‘s okay.”

When he felt the hand rest on his shoulder, he took a small step back, allowing himself to be guided away, although he continued to glare at the man as he stalked off. When he heard the tremor in Chanel’s voice, that she was obviously trying so very hard to hide, he just barely managed to restraining himself from launching at the asshole and slicing the smug little smirk right off his face. Instead, he snarled at the man, baring his teeth ferally before whirling around, wrapping an arm around Chanel’s waist to lead her out of the corwded area.

"Don’t listen to the fuckin’ asshole, Snickerdoodle," he murmured as they walked, "he’s just a loud-mouthed dumbass who’d better count his lucky fuckin’ stars that today didn’t end up bein’ his last day on this earth."

#supernaturalchanel
supernaturalchanel:
"Why have you been avoiding me, Gabe?"

sugarandshotguns:

"What? Me, avoidin’, you, that’s just…that’s…" he trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked around. Somehow, Chanel had managed to start worming her way under all the layers he put up to keep the outside world out. It freaked him out a little, to have someone start to get close like that. He knew how to handle people when he kept them at arm’s length.

"I’ve just…been busy, I guess?"

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          Chanel was trying her hardest to spare him a glare, but unfortunately she couldn’t restrain it for very long. Narrowed eyes, furrowed brows, and pouty lips stared him down, “you really think I’m stupid—— don’t you?”

         ”First you say you’ll start hunting with me, then you just up and ditch me the very next day. Don’t play dumb with me, Gabe.” At first she had been coming off as angry and hostile, but gradually her tone transformed into hurt. Dark hues began to glimmer with swallowed tears as they flickered to the ground.

         ”What did I do? I’m… I’m sorry for whatever it was.”

"What? ‘course I don’t think you’re fuckin’ stupid, you’re probably one of the smartest people I know. You’re definitely a whole helluva lot smarter ‘n me. Look, I just…" he trailed off as he noticed the glimmer of tears in her eyes, "oh, no, hey it’s all right. Ya didn’t do anything, Chanel, it’s just…I’m bein’ an asshole, as usual, ok? You been wonderful, I just…"

He trailed off again, huffing angrily as he tried to formulate his thoughts, “I don’t have many…friends,” he said after a moment’s hesitation. 

#supernaturalchanel
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