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hi guys! i don’t think i’ll be on much (at all) this week because i’ve got exams currently. so replies’ll come next weekend-ish or maybe i’ll try to get to a couple throughout the week if i find the time, idk.
#i checked my activity and apparently i haven't been on in five days holy shit#sorrY#math has JUST. ugH#do you ever open a book for three days and it feels like you're going crazy#ye ah#mobile post!!#ooc#i would try to set up a queue but ugh
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“I knew you pretty well,” Claire replied. At his sudden step forward, she took a quick step back, away. Blade went up a little higher. She felt a little useless despite it, though.
He’s all fucked up. Whatever made Dean Dean was gone, left them with this. She felt like she’d lost a friend. Technically——that’s exactly what happened. Would she prefer him being dead over this? Couldn’t exactly be sure, at this point. Maybe.
“Quit messing around, Dean,” she managed. “You’re toying with me, I can tell.”
She gained enough courage to smack his pointing finger away, angry and a little annoyed. Scared, maybe, but mostly angry. He shouldn't have done this to himself. Was he too messed up to save? It seemed that way.
Claire could sense he was going to try something, so she tried to stay focused. If he pulled something, she had to be ready.
“And.. how about you... don’t call me Claire-y, yeah?”
Deanmon Fright Fest
⊰ ♞ ⊱
He gave another chuckle and threw his arms out towards his side. His green eyes glancing down at his feet then to what he could of his chest. Soon flicking back to Claire, “Ohh, sweetheart. This is ALL me.”
Dean was just getting started!
Her words made him angle his head slightly and arch a brow. Giving that ‘are you sure?’ look towards the younger female. As his lips played a devilish show. “Then you do not know me very well, Clairey.” He teased. As he took a bold step towards her. Hoping to see her flinch. He was fueling from this. Fear was his entertainment for the time being. And Claire was his source.
“Missy, you should really watch your tone with me,” He pointed a lazy finger at her. Trying to scold her, but his lips were too curved in a smile to be anywhere close to a scolding feature.
He didn’t comment on her last part, he was going to show her just who he was. The Mark of Cain on his arm made him like this. The Mark made him un-killable. In a sense that when he wakes up, he had these new powers and a pair of black eyes to match them.
What fun was he having!
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#survivingthedemoninside#o.O i dunno about this reply but#i'm so inlove with demon!dean tbh#is that wrong? idk
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Kathryn is actually so cute she was giving everyone who asked a question a claire novak sticker!!
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@cagedbrother
“Don't get any closer, you idiot!" hand on his chest, Claire pushed him away, fighting off a laugh. "You're sick. And I'm not letting you get me sick.”
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"I'm no doctor, but you should have that looked at. It's bleeding a lot..."
hurt starters || @thxstrayprince
The “it’s fine,” was a total lie; Claire knew full-well the gash on her arm would probably need much better attention than the t-shirt she’d kind of half-halfheartedly wrapped around it. Just not now. “I’ve had worse. Let's just focus on this case for now...”
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cagedbrother said: Same?? Like I even have the account made and everything and it’s just sitting there begging to be used but wow I can’t even keep up with Adam.
exactLY like i even write up different stuff/bios/whatever but then i’m just like ‘lol i have like 50 things i need to do on claire’ and i just forget about it for a while
+ tbh i’m so attached to claire it’s weird thinking about having a different muse sometimes
but i still wanna do it so bad, oc’s seem so fun
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*when you follow and talk to ppl for months and don't know their damn name*
Put your name in the tags.
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kinda wanna make an oc kinda don’t
#was thinking about angel or nephilim#but now i'm thinking find some weird lore and base it off that#but... i can barely... manage... this account#b UT#i mea n#ooc
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Hurt rp Starters
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Slow down! You don't want to get even more hurt, do you?"
"Tell me where it hurts."
"Whoa, that's purple... It looks like your shoulder is dislocated."
"Oh my god. Are you okay?"
"You're bleeding... You're bleeding bad..."
"This is gonna hurt..."
"Holy crap! I may not know much about human anatomy, but legs don't bend that way!"
"It's all swollen up..."
"You have a black eye. Where you fighting with someone?"
"Okay... Okay, hospital. Hospital, now."
"I think you have a concussion."
"Calm down! Calm down! Your ankle is sprained, okay?"
"Here, lean on me."
"I'm gonna need more bandaids..."
"What the hell happened to you!?"
"Here, I need to clean you up. This might sting a bit..."
"We need to get the bullet out..."
"Oh my god, you've been shot!"
"Did... did you get beat up!?"
"Just hold on. You're gonna be fine..."
"Look out for that car!"
"Wake up! Oh god, please wake up!"
"You're alive! Oh, thank god!"
"I'm no doctor, but you should have that looked at. It's bleeding a lot..."
"What is that? Are there bandages under your shirt?"
"Why is your arm wrapped up like that? And are those blood stains!?"
"You must have hit the back of your head really hard."
"Look at me. Just look at me and stay awake. Can you do that?"
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“Well, I’m not."
She let out a sigh, too——this was getting frustrating. Claire didn’t plan on turning away any time soon, and she definitely was not going to fight in here. So there was nothing to do but talk.... listen.
Not like she was getting answers, though. Main question: what the hell is going on?
She couldn’t pinpoint it. It couldn’t be her and not be her at the same time. Not a possession but kind of a possession. It just.... didn’t work like that. Right? So what the hell is Amelia talking about?
She reached over for her arm to pull her back, keep her from getting too far. And she didn’t let go, didn’t plan on it anytime soon. “What are you talking about? How——?” Slip off the edge. Drag you down. Claire’s mind was just a bunch of question marks, at this point.
There was one other possibility. “What did you do? Did you sell your soul, or something? I can’t...” she trailed off. “I can’t see any other possibilities. And anyway, what the fuck happened to your soul is important, Amelia?" she was just guessing, though, and that was unfair. "Just.. tell me what you did.” Pause. She let go of the other’s arm, now, with a quick glance around before taking a very small step back. “I can help.”
Amelia shook her head and just wished that Claire would have listened to her. Though, if she was in her place, she’d understand. She did understand. All those missed calls – Amelia would have been worried sick. But because of what she did, and what she became, she didn’t want to face her friend. And though the feeling it gave her was nice, though sinister, she almost felt ashamed.
“Yes, you should.” She said plainly.
She let out a long, heavy sigh. Amelia still didn’t know how to begin to explain to Claire that it was her. A hundred percent, well almost. “Claire, it’s me—” She slowly began, eyes shifting to where the others hands moved–reaching for a knife. She’d have done the same. But she couldn’t help to get a little irritated at the same time.
“You’re better off staying away from me.” Amelia said, “Far away from me. If I were possessed, the demon inside me wouldn’t care. But I’m not. I’m not—-” I’m not human anymore. Four small words. Hard to say, but she had to at one point. And the thought made her grab her right forearm, left thumb pressing against the small mark hidden under the cloth of her shirt.
“I’m not human anymore, Claire. You can try exorcisms and whatever all you want, but this isn’t going to go away.” She stood, her look serious, “And it’s for your own good that you don’t follow my tracks. I’ve done things. And I may not hurt you now, I have it under control, but, it’s not going to be like that forever. I’ll slip off the edge at some point, and I will drag you down it if you come down that path.” She then proceeded to walk away, hoping her friend wouldn’t follow. But in the pit of her stomach, she had a feeling it wasn’t going to be that easy.
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“Oh, funny. As if I haven’t heard that one before.”
❛ i’m f l a t t e r e d, truly. now, how about
you go run along to mummy, all right? ❜
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I’ve never forgotten him. Dare I say I miss him? I do. I miss him. I still see him in my dreams. They are nightmares mostly, but nightmares tinged with love. Such is the strangeness of the human heart.
- Yann Martel, Life of Pi
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[ Reminder. You’re special. You’re unique. tumblr isn’t fair. If you’re an OC, keep pushing even you feel you’re not recognized. Keep pushing even if you’re canon and feel inadequate bc of others playing your muse. Remember that you’re worthy. Remember that your writing success is not measured by your follower count, by fame, by recognition. Remember that its value is directly proportional to how happy you get writing your muse. Now keep scrolling. ]
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Claire let out a laugh, surprised the girl had noticed her. She shook her head, “I’d rather not. He looks real protective of you...” she trailed off. Then, “I’d rather keep my hand, y’know??”
“You can pet him if you want, he’s plenty friendly.” Dinah offered a smile to the stranger who had been eyeing her service dog. Butters’s head resting on her thigh as he sat by her–ever diligent.
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“That’s exactly what we’re going to talk about, unless you have any better ideas. Want to play I Spy?”
She let out a small laugh——more like a giggle, really, at the mere idea of them playing that stupid game. Then again, there really wasn’t much else to do, she'd crossed out amy possiblities for real conversation. And she wanted to make him laugh. Try to, at least.
Claire glanced in the rear view mirror at the mention of a roadkill, but couldn’t see anything so she returned her eyes back to the road. “Pfft. Someone’s dinner? Adam, it’s 2015. No one’s picking up a dead bird and cooking it.” She couldn’t even imagine it.
“Unless you’re willing. In which case, forget the search for a stupid Diner. We can turn back and do just that. Camp out, or something. We’ve got blankets back there, even.”
“Shh. Now I’ll lean over and kiss you, and that’s how we’ll die.”
“So we’re just gonna talk about the weather and other unrelated things while we find a diner?”
Admittedly, the idea of sitting in silence wasn’t exactly appealing to Adam, even though the silences between himself and Claire were never really awkward. unless there was some tension between them. However the idea of being quiet, alone with his thoughts after his rather rumbustious outburst earlier, wasn’t something that the hunter was particularly looking forward to.
Looks like they’d be talking about random topics.
“I think I seen roadkill back there,” he commented aimlessly, glancing in one of the mirrors as he did so as if to check for the aforementioned animal, “looked dead. Very dead. Probably a bird, gonna be dinner for someone later.”
Not a very appetizing thought, especially since Adam was still incredibly hungry, but with little else to talk about, it was marginally better than any silence that would fill the truck otherwise.
“’Course I do, and don’t ever doubt it.”
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Ahem, okay yes it is ‘that’ time again even though I should of done this like a month ago now since I hit two goals in that time span but alas, here I am. Thank you to all of you who follow me/interact with me & Dean and make this such a fun blog to be on nearly every day!
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p.s if i forgot anyone its because I have a shit memory so don’t kill me.
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