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"WOULD YOU..." PROMPTS
* assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary
would you stop for a second?
would you do me a huge favor?
would you hand me that?
would you quit being so annoying for ten seconds?
would you do me the honor of being my date?
would you just look at me for a moment?
would you let me take you out?
would you let me pay for the date?
would you give me a chance to just explain?
would you stop for a minute and let me think?
would you stay up with me? keep me company?
would you go and check on them for me?
would you hold this for a second?
would you care to tell me where we're going?
would you do it for me?
would you tell me what's wrong?
would you hold me for a while?
would you take me to the last place you saw them?
would you help me tie this in the back?
would you give me a minute to think?
would you come with me? i know it's last minute, but i need you.
would you stay here with me?
would you go on a walk with me? we have much to talk about.
would you cover me?
would you lie for me?
would you stick up for me?
would you hold my hand?
would you take over for a while?
would you give me another chance to prove myself?
would you let me make it up to you?
would you go slow?
would you be still?
would you do what i asked?
would you check over there?
would you really know the difference?
would you rather stay home?
would you grab my umbrella?
would you give me a massage?
would you stay close to me?
would you kiss me if i asked?
would you keep a look out for anything amiss?
would you stop looking for me if i asked?
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4.14 Sex and Violence
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so, i know i haven’t been around much cause sick but work produced some predictable yet still stressful news. on the one hand i can stop giving a lot of fucks and write more at work. on the other hand, different stress. balance in all things i guess.
tldr; if i’m harder to talk to or slower than normal i apologize in advance. i really don’t know where i’ll be mentally for the next few weeks.
#✚ ── house of the rising sun : ✧ : ooc#i may be a little more absent from here for a while#apologies in advance!
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@sayitsdrawkcab : be gentle.
in the flesh : accepting
one of sam’s eyebrows lift. since first meeting zatanna things had gotten interesting to say the least. learning about magic ( real magic ), and all the possibilities the universe had to offer. in retrospect, magic should not have been quite the discovery that it had been. he’d helped take down a coven of witches before, several, actually. their powers had been gifted from a demon, though. the way sam understood it the ‘ magic ‘ had really just been the demon granting wishes, so to speak. lives and souls taken were the price paid. sure, one could argue the demons were capable of magic but sam had always seen that more along the lines as their powers. was it different? who was to say.
“ i’m always gentle, zee, you should know that, “ sam even leans down to kiss zee on the cheek to add a little emphasis to the image he was trying to create. unfortunately, until they made it out with the relic, it would have to stay just that. bobby needed it for a reason he still didn’t really understand. then again, with everything that came out of the hellgate, there was still a lot out in the world that sam had zero understanding of.
“ as for this thing, “ the hunter tilts his head to the side. dangerous, he’d been told. it looked pretty old and dusty. but, so did a lot of things they’d come across in their father’s storage container. hell, that rabbit’s foot looked like something you could buy from a gas station mart.
he pulls several old t-shirts from the messenger bag at his hip. “ we should just be able to...wrap it and go, right? “
#sayitsdrawkcab#✚ ── they call the rising sun : ✧ : answered#✚ ── carry on my wayward son : ✧ : main#being predictable vs being silly adjalkdjk
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@wingedshield : “what are you doing?”
stranger things : accepting
sam can feel all his muscles go tense between the shoulders. with it dark out, they didn’t think they were going to need to worry about coming up with a cover story or produce fake documents. there were other things to worry about, weren’t there? unless they got a little too close to daredevil.
elsa called them for a little help with a demon that showed up somewhere in manhattan. there weren’t many other details but she was busy helping kid kaiju with a problem that popped up on his island. so, until they were able to get ahold of her again ( or when she decided to call them back ) sam and dean were left to follow the trail of dead bodies.
which, brought them here, to one of the avenger’s facilities. in an ideal world they’d break in, check everything out to get what information the could, and get back out. no one was any wiser and everyone could live in sweet ignorance. the schematics he’d found online suggested they went around the alarms. so....
“ uh, “ sam turns on his heel. eyebrows raise up while his mind races to come up with something at least semi-believable. “ maintenance. “ a proud nod reinforces the idea in his own mind. “ we were contacted earlier about a failure in the alarm grid and we, uh, were checking up on it. should be done in a few minutes and then everything will be good as new. “
#wingedshield#✚ ── they call the rising sun : ✧ : answered#✚ ── keep believing in heroes : ✧ : marvel#i still need to write up his marvel verse#but he still hunts monsters so nothing's really different. lol
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some height difference prompts
i’m always scaring you on accident because 1) i walk silently 2) you never see me coming because i’m literally over a foot shorter than you 3) you just really don’t pay any attention to anything below chin level do you
you always put things on the top shelves because that’s pretty much eye level to you and so you think it makes sense but exCUSE ME, IF YOU HAVEN’T NOTICED YET I’M ACTUALLY THE SIZE OF A SEVENTH GRADE CHILD AND WHY ARE YOU PUTTING EVERYTHING ON THE TOP SHELVES THAT’S BASICALLY A DIFFERENT ATMOSPHERIC LAYER TO ME YOU SENTIENT TREE
“how tall are you even??” “like six seven i think, idk” “what the fuck”
i have to stand on a chair to be intimidating when i yell at you and you always start laughing at how ridiculous i look and damn it your cuTE LAUGH ISN’T GOING TO MAKE ME LESS ANGRY STOP HUGGING ME PUT ME DOWN I’M STILL MAD AT YOU
everyone seems to expect me to be some evil angry midget because i’m so short but i’m actually really chill, it’s my tall friend over there who’s pretty much satan
stop being a snarky salt lord or i will elbow you in the crotch with no regrets. that’s what you get for being tall and an asshole.
this is really awkward because i swear i know what your face looks like but i always recognize you by the top of your head and today you wore a hoodie/hat/coat so i was looking for you for about half an hour before you took off the hood/hat and i realized who you were
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Instead of having a guardian angel, you have a guardian Demon. His methods are often much more violent. But much more straightforward.
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@executiioner : ‘i told you, you’re wasting your time.’
stranger things : accepting
“ on finding the rest of the nest? “ a frustrated hand pointed towards the horizon as the moonlight swallowed the vampire’s shadow whole. it’d be a damn good while until he could pick that trail up again, especially if they decided to move on. he and dean would have to scour the newspapers for patterns. jagged bites and drained blood. they’d have to look for medical break-ins and other things.
going through that entire process was what wasted their time. they were here, now, trying to save lives. that some very, very tiny woman with apparent anger issues was standing in his way just made him huff. he could’ve run her over. he should have run her over ( not literally with the impala but with his superior height ).
“ how is going after them now wasting my time. you’re just going to let them run away? “ sam can feel his jaw clench. one step is taken to the side. then several taken to the other side, trying to find a way past the one blocking his way.
#executiioner#✚ ── they call the rising sun : ✧ : answered#✚ ── in the land of smash and fairytale : ✧ : undecided#yes i am creative enough to throw vampires in there#love me anyway#i also have no idea what verse this is
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@spiritheart : ‘every time i close my eyes, i just keep seeing that thing.’
stranger things : accepting
in a world full of relatable things, that statement had to be right up there at the top. the tip of sam’s lip licks over dry lips in search of words that might help. when he closed his eyes he saw a number of things. he saw the death from his visions, he saw human-like creatures begging for life. he saw all the lives he couldn’t save and, worst of all? he saw his father. not all of the images were terrifying but they haunted him all the same. sometimes he wonder how that would change him down the line. would he be callous like bobby? would he be cruel like gordon?
“ i’m sorry, “ eyebrows pinch together. lips press together trying to morph a slight frown into something more like a smile. he wished, after all these years, he knew how to be more supportive at a moment like this. but, because he knew exactly what that felt like he also knew there was only so much that would truly help.
“ it can’t hurt you any more. i know...i know that wasn’t an easy thing to get through but you came out the other side stronger than before. not many everyone can say that. “
#spiritheart#✚ ── they call the rising sun : ✧ : answered#✚ ── in the land of smash and fairytale : ✧ : undecided
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nonverbal meme prompts
↪ they seem few & far between, so i tried to come up with as many scenarios as i could think of where dialogue wasn’t a necessary starting point. some are more uh specific than others / drabble-y, but they’re all dialogue-free ( tho ofc this does not necessarily extend to the response itself ). to reverse who sends what, send ‘ [ prompt ]+ ’ ! alter any as you see fit, & lemme know if anything’s unclear ♡
[ pull ] sender pulls receiver closer to them
[ touch ] sender places their hand affectionately on receiver
[ guide ] sender helps receiver through a difficult video game
[ lean ] sender leans on receiver
[ pierce ] sender helps receiver with a new piercing ( doing, aftercare, etc )
[ sit ] sender sits in receiver’s lap
[ spar ] sender pins receiver down in a practice fight
[ cook ] sender makes food for receiver
[ slide ] sender pushes an item across the table to receiver
[ kiss ] sender kisses ( lips, cheek, forehead, hand, etc )
[ lead ] sender leads receiver someplace
[ wound ] sender injures muse in a fight ( practice or real )
[ snap ] sender takes a photo of receiver ( candid or posed )
[ drape ] sender drapes their arm around receiver’s shoulders
[ bullet ] sender takes a bullet for receiver ( literal or figurative )
[ nap ] sender falls asleep against receiver
[ teeth ] sender bears teeth at receiver
[ trace ] sender traces one of receiver’s scars
[ cocktail ] sender makes / gives receiver a cocktail
[ comfort ] sender comforts receiver when they are upset / crying
[ bouquet ] sender surprises receiver with a bouquet
[ massage ] sender gives receiver a massage ( planned, spontaneous, full body, shoulder, etc )
[ mentor ] sender takes muse under their wing
[ tattoo ] sender helps receiver with a new tattoo ( doing, aftercare, etc )
[ dare ] receiver acts out a dare from sender
[ hug ] sender pulls receiver into a hug
[ phone ] receiver sees sender smiling at something on their phone
[ popcorn ] sender makes popcorn for a movie night
[ wake ] sender tries to wake receiver
[ groom ] sender tries to make receiver look more presentable
[ flower ] sender places a flower behind receiver’s ear
[ sad ] sender looks at receiver sorrowfully
[ playlist ] sender curates a playlist
[ fashion show ] sender tries to help receiver choose an outfit
[ shield ] sender steps between receiver and danger
[ bandage ] sender helps bandage up receiver’s wounds
[ duel ] muses get into a fight
[ fear ] sender finds receiver having a nightmare
[ hold ] sender holds receiver’s hand
[ bruise ] sender finds receiver with a bruise / tries to help receiver cover up a bruise
[ brush ] sender brushes / styles / dyes receiver’s hair
[ portrait ] receiver paints a portrait of receiver
[ assist ] sender helps the receiver with a task they’re struggling in
[ wow ] sender does something to really amaze receiver
[ glare ] sender is still hurt after an argument
[ roast ] muses roast marshmallows together / make s’mores
[ shoot ] muses attend a game of paintball
[ diary ] receiver writes a journal entry about sender ( maybe they find it ? )
[ dance ] sender whisks receiver onto to ‘ dance floor ’ ( can be actual or pretend )
[ rest ] sender rests their chin on receiver’s head / shoulder
[ manicure ] sender paints receiver’s nails
[ tuck ] sender tucks in receiver’s shirt, hair behind ear, etc
[ chin ] sender lifts receiver’s chin up
[ lap ] sender puts their feet in receiver’s lap
[ write ] receiver writes sender a note
[ play ] muses play a board game / card game together
[ glance ] receiver catches sender looking at them
[ ill ] sender takes care of receiver when they are unwell
[ hearth ] sender lights a fire
[ tap ] sender taps receiver on the shoulder
[ bake ] muses bake together
[ read ] sender reads to receiver
[ study ] sender tries to help receiver study
[ push ] sender pushes receiver in anger
[ skill ] receiver tries to assist sender in learning a new skill
[ coated ] receiver finds sender covered in blood
[ gesture ] sender motions for receiver to follow them
[ downpour ] receiver finds sender out in the rain
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@sayitsdrawkcab gets a plotted starter
hell was a haze of darkness and nightmares. sam remembered asking ruby about it a few times; what it was like down here. she’d never really discussed it. not in full detail. all he’d ever managed to get out of her was that it was a place no one liked. why’d he think demons were always trying to come up to earth? sure, humans were fun but they were just a perk. the real goal was the taste of freedom.
now, sam understood why. didn’t take him long, either. chaos didn’t describe it. darwinism was more like it. the strong climbed higher and the weak got trampled. with his status as a winchester there were a lot of things he was constantly trying to run from. if he could find his dad, maybe he had a chance. maybe if, and this was a big if, he managed to make some allies then the rest of eternity wouldn’t be quite so bad.
sliding behind a corner, sam suddenly remembers what his brother said about his own time in hell. how he’d flayed the bodies of soul upon soul upon soul and started to like it. yes, sam had been horrified at the time but psychologically speaking he couldn’t exactly blame his brother. with no hope of escape what else was there but to adapt?
looking over his shoulder, the hunter swears there’s a commotion starting to grow. eyebrows pinch together. his entire form tightens, ready to spring. “ zee? what are you doing here? “
#sayitsdrawkcab#✚ ── a suitcase and a trunk : ✧ : interactions#✚ ── crawling my way back : ✧ : cv . three years later#me still trying to figure out why exactly he's down there lol#deal makes the most sense i think
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@nooglxr : you shrink with age, you know, like dried fruit.
in the flesh : accepting
another day, another town. at least it was quiet this time. he and dean picked a direction and started driving after their last case, letting the wind take them wherever they felt like going. all they were going to do was lay low for a few days while looking for new cases to take care of. that didn’t always mean they had to suffer in a small town in order to do that.
they’d gone their separate ways for the time being. a day to themselves always did them well, especially because they tended to be in such tight quarters otherwise. driving in the car, same motel rooms, all day on cases. sam appreciated any alone time he could get.
his laptop case was hanging at his side and sam had his smartphone out, scrolling through local news sites to see if there was anything of note. sam was standing off to the side in this coffee shop he’d found walking towards the library. people generally don’t say anything to him when he’s by himself. sometimes he wondered if it was his size. people tended to be scared of him for the simple fact that he was so tall.
so, sam actually did a double take when he heard the sentence. eyebrows pinch together. after a few seconds he finds himself laughing and shaking his head. “ guess gravity has to set in sometimes, right? “ truth be told, he wasn’t expecting to live long enough to see that happen. “ do i get to pick what fruit, though? i really don’t want to look like a raisin. “
#nooglxr#✚ ── they call the rising sun : ✧ : answered#✚ ── in the land of smash and fairytale : ✧ : undecided#it's always ok!#thank you for this
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@montanamiracle : “it’s okay, it’s okay. hey.”
stranger things : accepting
they’d driven all night to bobby’s place after the older hunter said he needed help with something. sam had been behind the wheel in order to give his brother time to nap. unfortunately for the timing, this also meant an all nighter after finishing their own case and dance with the devil, so to speak.
at least the drive had been quiet. long day meant peaceful night. sam was able to play his own radio stations without a lot of pushback from dean. long day also meant he got to play said music loud enough to drown out the way his brother snored. he could snack on an apple without any snide comments. he could drink something as simple as water without hearing about it. honestly, sam loved driving when dean was sleeping. it meant he could be more himself.
once at bobby’s however, there was the simple comment that it wasn’t a problem they could fix right that minute, anyway. might as well get some sleep. if it weren’t for all the alone time he’d gotten sam would’ve been a little more annoyed.
he’d dreamed of teeth. teeth and claws and flesh and blood. several times, sam could hear the faint screams of his father calling for help. the hunter kept trying to call out in return, find the source of the sound, or even his father. each time he thought he was getting closer the sound moved back, moved farther away.
as dreams sometimes went, he was overwhelmed by a horde. demons and vampires, wolves and wendigos. everything they’d killed rose up from the dead to drag him down to hell.
“ gwen? “ sam whispers through the pounding in his chest. he inhales as much air as his lungs can hold, keeps it, then exhales slowly. slowly, the hunter pushes himself into a sleeping position. fingers comb long locks out of his vision before his palm rub up and down his face. “ i, uh, “ he clears his throat and shakes his head. “ what are you doing here? “
#montanamiracle#✚ ── they call the rising sun : ✧ : answered#✚ ── carry on my wayward son : ✧ : main
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