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INDEFINITE HIATUS UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE

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"Of course."

“Hey! Don’t underestimate the vegans, Jimmy.”

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"Yeah, thanks." Yes, drown it all in alcohol. Nice logic. "Jimmy would be nice, thanks..."

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Alright, I figured it was finally time for a give-away. Been meaning to do something big for my followers who have been there for me through everything this blog has been through in its short six month life, so here you go.

The Rules:

Reblogs only, no likes. You may reblog this as many times as you want (which will also increase your chances of winning), but please, no spamming your followers.

You must be following me. Trust me, I will be checking. If you win and you don’t follow me, I will be giving the prize to the next person in line.

Don’t unfollow right after either, cause that’s kind of a dick move.

Roleplay blogs only, sorry guys.

This post must reach over 60 notes for the giveaway to begin.

Must have your inbox open for me to contact you. If you don’t, there’s no way for me to get specifications on what you want.

You will have one week to claim your prize, if you do not, it will go to the next person in line.

I will be using a randomizer to pick the winners.

Do not delete this text, otherwise it renders the whole post useless. If you do delete it, it disqualifies you from the running.

The Prizes:

First Prize: (One winner). Three drabbles about anything you want. You want something about a flying unicorn falling in love with a garden gnome, you got it. A choice between a vector-art drawing of your choice (1 & 2), or a custom graphic like the one on the bottom of my profile. A gif promotion of any blog you choose (you have to be the owner, guys, c’mon), along with a little paragraph as to why people should follow you / what’s special about your blog. I will edit a gif similar to the one that you see up at the top here with your url and words of your choice. An optional critique of your writing style. And, something super duper special and another thing I love doing, a custom water-color piece like so: 1 & 2. You can choose the color scheme and the subject, but I excel at portraits. I will mail this to your house, or scan it and email it to you. Originals are more fun to have, though.

Second Prize: (Two winners). Two drabbles about anything you wish. A custom graphic like the one at the bottom of my profile, an optional critique of your writing style, and a gif promotion for the winning blog, along with a little paragraph as to why people should follow you / what’s special about your blog.

Third Prize: (Three winners). One drabble about anything you wish, and a gif promotion for the winning blog, along with a little paragraph as to why people should follow you / what’s special about your blog.

Ten random blogs will be chosen to be featured in a text/link promotion as well, along with a sentence or two as to why people should follow you.

The giveaway ends on June 11th. Winners will be announced sometime around the 15th (in a post with your url tagged, so make sure to track it), and prizes are short to follow. If you have any questions, feel free to message me.

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The dust was slowly suffocating him, his head still swimming from coming back to Earth with the biggest bump in history. With the destruction of the warehouse around him, he had no idea what had happened.

A voice. A woman. Oh thank God. "Please! Anyone!" He continued to shout, hoping she'd follow the sound of his voice. Had she said Castiel? No time to dwell on that, he spat out more blood as the footsteps became louder.

Waking Up To Ash And Dust || i-am-all-thats-left

♅ — ;; F i n a l l y. She had managed to track down her angelic friend, the trail leading to an abandoned warehouse in the middle of Illinois. Carli wasn’t sure why Castiel had ran off but it didn’t matter anymore, she found him. Her gun was raised, unsure of what she would find as she entered the large building. Once she heard a voice she took off running, trying to find the source.

                                                         ❝ Castiel?! ❞

The door practically fell off of its hinges as she kicked it open. Her eyes darted across the room, landing on a pile of broken wood and a very familiar face. She let out a small sigh in relief before rushing over. 

                                                  ❝ I got you, it’s going to be okay. ❞

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[text: Heckler, Carli] I'll get pie.

[text: Heckler, Carli] I hope you're hungry for peanut butter, pasta, beef, green beans and cabbage.

Cooking Fast And Fresh With West || Closed

[text: J] He better follow the list, I need pie. 

[text: J] Well be careful, make sure he doesn’t run his foot over or step on anything. 

[text: J] I might get back a little late, research is taking longer than I expected.

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Waking Up To Ash And Dust || i-am-all-thats-left

Blood. That metallic tasting substance flooded his mouth and he spat some of the redness out to the floor. Dust littered every available surface, including his clothes, and iron supports creaked as they rested on their fallen brothers. 

Well, there was only one thing he could think to do: Call out for help.

"Help! Anyone, please!"

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"Um, sure." It wasn't far, he could spare a couple minutes to walk her there.

They made their way down the street, Jimmy's eyes constantly scouting out the area for enemies. Paranoia was a necessity with him recently. Let your guard down for a second and they'd jump you.

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“Dandy.” Meg replied, turning her head in the direction in which Jimmy pointed.

“Mind showing me the way?” the demon then inquired.

It wasn’t as if she needed help finding the place, but she saw a possible window of opportunity to interrogate, or rather, casually chat with the individual. She had a lot of questions in mind, even if they weren’t necessarily her business.

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"I'm OK, thank you..." It was still weird, responding to the Angels name like it was his own.

Bobby sighed looking at Castiels once vessel. “Ya still doing okay Cas…I mean Jimmy?”

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[text: Heckler, Carli] Pie is on the list. Not sure if he'll follow it.

[text: Heckler, Carli] He lost them at some point. Don't know when exactly.

Cooking Fast And Fresh With West || Closed

[text: J] As long as you get pie I’ll be happy.

[text: J] Why does he not have shoes on? 

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Come back from the dead.

Lose 5 followers.

Ugh, life.

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Cooking Fast And Fresh With West || Closed

[text: Heckler, Carli] West has insisted on picking dinner tonight.

[text: Heckler, Carli] Be afraid.

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"Unless you exorcise it, they're gone." It was a pitiful shame that her friends were now considered dead. Smothered by the thick, black smoke of a demonic possession. "I'm sorry, Donna."

He was trouble. People had died in his company and this wasn't the first time. His wife had been possessed and shot him, his daughter became an Angelic vessel, all because he said 'yes'. What sort of man was he?

"Nothing...Donna, I could get you killed if you stay in my company any longer. This isn't the first time, I've lost family because of them! Had to leave them, I don't want it happening to you."

Leaving was her best option, stay as far away from him like he had the plague. But she was stubborn, that was her problem. "Did you...say friend?" After all this, he was still a friend to her?

“What, all of them?” Her face fell. “Does that mean they’re dead? Because, well, I eat there fairly regularly, and I know most of the people who work there. I mean, we’re not really on a first-name basis, and I certainly didn’t know that waiter, but…most of them.” She glanced back towards the restaurant, where the chaos was beginning to spill out into the street, and sighed. They were nice enough folks… I hope they’ll come out of this alright.

Donna took a deep breath and forced herself to smile, before turning back to face Jimmy. It was a far cry from the ridiculously wide, cheerful one she’d had before, but it was the closest the woman could manage to a reassuring expression, and, well, it was better than the look she’d given the mess up the street.

“Anyways, you’ve got nothing to apologize for; as far as I can tell, most of these things only come to Earth to ruin people’s day. Demons, aliens, same difference when you get right down to it. I mean, they’re not human, not really…”

She hesitated for a second, not really wanting to even acknowledge the fact that he’d basically just told her to leave. The smile softened a bit, becoming a bit more genuine. “Honestly, mister, do I look like someone who leaves a friend to face trouble alone? Because you are sadly mistaken if you think that’s the case.”

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"We get that reaction a lot. And it's Jimmy."

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“Really? Stars, I’ve dreamed of America since I was a little girl. Sorry, what was your name?” 

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"Nani. Beautiful name."

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“Nice to meet you, Jimmy. I’m Nani.”

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"New York, Brooklyn."

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Ah. ‘Ello, there. I’m Clara, Clara Oswald. Mind tellin’ me where I am?