#ngnwnchstr

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[ofblackskies]

negan winchester ( @ngnwnchstr ) liked for a starter

For a moment, she thought he was John. But then she realized otherwise. With a heavy sigh, she moved closer to him, and with a quick snap of her wrist she was slapping him in the face. For a second, she was glaring at him... then she was smiling. "I'm still mad you ruined my wedding." Mary announced, obviously teasing before she was throwing her arms around him, not giving a damn about things he's done that she's heard whispers of since she's been back and just holding him.

[hellceo]

incorrect quotes ft @ngnwnchstr

[hellvive]

ngnwnchstr asked: “don’t just stand there, looking at me.”

there is a level of uneasiness that resonates from the young winchester, it had been years, an absolute long time in between seeing his uncle. a rift that stemmed from his father down to his sons, not to mention that his dad was now dead. john winchester died saving his son. a failure who was supposed to die, but, the penchant for cheating death started here. in those moments that he knew it didn’t matter anymore, that they could do as they wanted, not that they should but it’s a rough hand the winchesters are handed. the way the stench of death and misery clung to them, and now he’s faced with a man who is the spitting image of his father. he’d always known this but it stings worse given the circumstances. “ listen you got me here so far, but, i ain’t stupid or born yesterday. ya’ can say your my uncle all ya' want. so prove it.”

dean is cautious and it wasn't that he was untrustworthy of the story that he had heard on that voicemail. but truthfully he didn't know his uncle and hadn't in years, and yellow eyes was a bastard of a planner. a plan laid out to snuff the entire winchester line, but sam. without hesitation a duffle is tossed onto the table and a fire in his eyes to carve into the very thing before him, if it wasn't his uncle. it would have meant he too was dead. his dad, mom, the best aunt in the world, and his uncle. all gone so why wouldn't dean blow off some steam? rustling through it pulling out a silver knife and a jug of holy water, courtesy of one paranoid bobby signer! dean graps the knife tightly by the end of the blade, tossing it into the air and grabbing at the hilt, before he thrusts it down into the table aggresively. never once breaking eye contact from his uncle. “ see dad he mentioned you two got into a fight about somethin' but for a while i never could figure out what. til' now. you found out about it all, the hunting, all of it.” dean leans on the table almost frothing with anger as it was burning him up inside. it had only been days since his dad gave his life for him. a day or so to dig through any belongings left by his father, a few minutes to listen to that voicemail, and then a day or so tracking negan down. of course the elder winchester sibling had left behind his brother, this was something he needed to do on his own, and if it wasn't his uncle. then he'd handle it like he's done before to any monster. “ so you're gonna take a swig of that holy water.. 'n cut yourself with that blade there, and if you're my uncle? we can talk and if you're not who you say you are..then you're gonna wish you'd never messed with my family. ”

[bleakfated]

@ngnwnchstr asked: don't fucking shoot anybody. from the misc prompts

a loyal soldier, teddy's finger flipped away from the trigger, but he didn't lower his gun, not a chance. ❝ what happened to a monster is a monster? ❞ eyes flicked toward negan for one brief second before returning toward his unmoved target. after the vampire had killed his parents, something had snapped in teddy that had never quite healed over, which was why he had found purpose with negan's group, the saviors. the way most hunters did things, how he had originally learned, was fine, but the goal should be complete annihilation. the more claimed to be reformed monsters that roamed the earth, the more they were likely to slip up and kill more innocents, or worse, increase their own numbers. ❝ let me do this. i need to do this. ❞ his tone is even-tempered, but there's a twinge of desperation to it.

[tobeblamed]

" god, i don't wanna ask what the fuck this all is ... " / @ngnwnchstr

[carnagebled]

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SEND A ❔AND I'LL LIST A COUPLE OF MUSES I'D THROW AT YOURS // ACCEPTING

Abaddon ( cAN YOU IMAGINE LIKE YES PLS!)

Aubrey Preston

Cassie Dewell

Jenny Hoyt

Lilly Jones (she'd 100% be a savior !)

Alicia Murphy (has sO MANY S.PN VERSES)

Millie Winchester (completely optional and if you're okay with it of course)

[sonofsaviors]

what are you still doing up? it’s late.

Logan looks up from a carefully penned inventory list, complete with doodles in the margins. Dark shadows color beneath his eyes like bruises, but he always handles inventory and resources with a single-minded stubbornness.

"I didn't mean to wake you." He has only been using a lamp to keep the lights to a minimum. He toys with the pen he's been using, twirling it between his fingers with a dexterity he usually reserves for his knives. "I just remembered some stuff we needed and I wanted to add it before I forget."

[nghtmarish]

@ngnwnchstr / 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 ; 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆.

    "    𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥  𝐦𝐞  𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞  𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥  𝐨𝐧𝐞  𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞  𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞  𝐚𝐧𝐝  𝐢  𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥  𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩  𝐲𝐨𝐮  𝐨𝐧  𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫  𝐚𝐬𝐬,  𝐨𝐥𝐝  𝐦𝐚𝐧,    "   buffy  smirked,  hands  coming  to  rest  on  her  hips  as  she  looked  the  other  man  up  and  down  for  a  moment.   she  was  used  to  people    𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠   her,  she  got  why  because  people  looked  at  her  and  all  they  saw  was  this  petite  blonde  who  probably  didn't  know  what  she  was  doing.   but  she  wouldn't  stand  for  being  disrespected,  regardless  of  whether  others  knew  she  was  the    𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫   or  not,  she  was  fully  capable  of  handling  herself  and  didn't  need  anyone  looking  after  her.   it  seemed  they  had  a  common  goal,  hunting  the  same  monster  and  she  was  willing  to  work  with  others,  but  she  was  not  willing  to  be  constantly  insulted,    "    we  both  want  the  same  thing,  but  i  will  and  can  do  this  on  my  own  if  you  keep  calling  me  that.    my  name  is  buffy  and  this  is  the  last  time  i  will  tell  you  that,    "

[loyaltylanced]

@ngnwnchstr

" Are you seriously offended I didn't ask you to be the vessel? "

[ofblackskies]

negan winchester ( @ngnwnchstr ) liked for a starter

Time travel was such a fickle, difficult thing. It didn't seem to matter how much he tried to get things right, to get back to his boys, Henry still never seemed to manage to do it. No matter how many spells, or how much magic he used and abused to do it. Henry would have done anything to get back to them, and yet time kept spitting him out when they were grown... or gone.

This time, however, the bloodlines spell took him to one of them. Negan. As he came tumbling through a door that was temporarily a portal, Henry lost his balance and bowled directly into him. Very unexpected. Eyes wide, he looked upon his son for a moment as he tried to get his mind to work with him instead of against him. "You're supposed to be a child." He informed him. "It was supposed to take me back this time."

[hellceo]

𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐈 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇 .

SOME  THINK  RAGE  RUNS  HOT.  To  Crowley:  it’s  ice  cold,  stark  and  vengeful  and  merciless.  “  No,  my  darling,  ”  says  he,  a  tip  of  something  chillingly  cold  on  the  ends  of  the  words,  “  I’m  the  King  of  Hell.  I  could  take  you  apart  atom  by  bloody  atom.  ”  —  and  the  only  reason  he  shows  any  restraint  is  that  he  knows  @ngnwnchstr's relations,  and  he  —  fuck  it  all,  of  course  he  does  —  respects  at  least  two  of  the  Winchesters. 

Of  course  —  he’s  not  without  backup,  either.  He’s  not  foolish.  He’s  no  idiot.  He’s  brought  others  —  a  couple  hellhounds  skulking  the  perimeter,  other  demons  in  the  wings.  And  only  then  does  he  let  the  anger  boil  up,  voice  rising:  “  Now  bring  me  my  fucking  hound  before  I  let  her  siblings  tear  this  place  to  ribbons.  ”

[iomadachd]

@ngnwnchstr asked: “They’re fucking dead.” ( for mary! )

This Fucking Meme (accepting)

She looks up slowly at Negan, hands gripping the book so tightly her knuckles have turned white.

"I refuse to believe that. If you're half the man I remember you to be, Negan Winchester, you don't believe it either."

[bleakfated]

@ngnwnchstr asked: you say one more word, and i'll cut you down right here. from the miscellaneous prompts

he had probably let it go on too long as it stood. she had been screaming at him about taking advantage of her brother's grief to recruit him into the fucked up cult of the hunting community known as the saviors. his words were enough to stop her in her tracks, however. throat raw and a tear sliding down her cheek, roxie's words fell silent. her mother had already lost enough and she wasn't going to stupidly add to it, though most would argue her approaching negan with anger and hatred was a rather intentional death wish.

she would give anything in this moment, like all moments, since her sister died to have her back. none of this would have happened if she hadn't been part of azazel's plan. it wasn't fair. sam winchester was back alive and teegan wasn't, buts he knew that her desperation could never lead her to put the burden of roxie making a deal for her on teegan's shoulders. her mind was still screaming everything she had wanted to say to negan since she'd watched her brother change into someone she didn't recognize, someone that put the monster kill above all else. but she remained silent, waiting to see what vile words would leave his mouth next after the exceedingly cool toned threat.

[tobeblamed]

his smile was barely genuine after finding out that negan had helped his brother move out. " did you know? " the bitterness in his tone was hard to miss. " did sam tell you that he was goin' to college? " / @ngnwnchstr

[hellvive]

@ngnwnchstr asked: honestly, it's impressive that you're still standing after everything that has happened. 

a faint fiendish tug of his lips into a full blown grin the audacity his uncle had, the can-do attitude, and the 90's biker look. frankly it was a little to much " maybe that's cause your little group of so-called hunters are under the impression that i am just a normal demon. " a hearty chuckle escapes from him a part of the winchester unknowingly finding negan, his uncle, to be very enjoyable. he wonddered if it was it the fact he was uninhibited and nearly as much of a monster as his uncle, he surely was no hunter. no more good then the monsters he hunts. his thoughts trace back to a similar question with, sam, and muddy emerald eyes roll back into his head. brows knitting as the jokes and banter of his uncle always was big and tall even boastful, " see i am a knight of hell and...well even the so-called king of hell would have trouble dealing with me. " " whatever tricks you think you have won't work. it's only going to piss me off and when i get out. and i will. i'm going to paint this place in your little pawns blood cause after all you all are just playing pretend. " dean stands in the middle of the dank and cold room of one of his many bases. entrapped in a devils circle for now. unbeknowst to his uncle the forces of the current knight of hell push against the forces binding him, and eventually the seal would fail. of course dean had no real intentions of killing negan. despite the taunts and shots he takes aim at his uncles character, but he enjoyed him in this state. normally he'd be playing exasperated and tired nephew, and one who wished for a more-then normal uncle.