this man left a bunch of unfortunately placed scratches on my arm send help
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So uh what happened to macs body... please tell me he got an actual grave and didn't get left to rot in the chains or just tossed in a ditch?
uh
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cas years later randomly turning to look at dean and asking him if he really thinks of him as "devastatingly handsome" and dean is driving and he almost crashes the car
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Last Sentence tag game
RULES: Post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic / original / anything) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence. Tagged by @mcalhenwrites
Peggy groans in duress through the speakers.
:) Heehee TY, Cal!!
For those who feel up for it \o/ @breathofthebloodlily @parad0xymoron @yourregularketer @keep-qui3t @gaemichwi @thetrainticket @em-exceeds-change-zearu
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Peeping Tom
A/N: Remember when I said I was working on my self insert? I lied. But I wrote this!
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“When did you get that little tattoo, Tricks?”
“What?” Tricks blinked, eyes looking up to Kayne. “What are you talking about?”
Kayne giggled, head thrown back for a moment as he pointed to Tricks’ leg. “Oh, come now. Don't lie. You can't lie. Not to me! So when was it?”
Tricks closed his one eye, the yellow one looking at Kayne through what he assumed was half-lidden annoyance. “Have had it.” Tricks said. “For a while. Humans have lots of tattoos.”
“And you went with…? 666! The mark of the beast! How devious of you. Like you're trying to scare someone.” Kayne gasped. “Is it me? Are you trying to scare me away?”
Tricks’ gloved hand reached out to Kayne, it grabbed his bloodied hand, grinning. “Is it working? Oh, I am so tired of having to watch you.” Both eyes were now focused on Kayne. “You know, I didn't let anything see it. Naughty boy you are, Kayne.”
The man smiled back, taking Tricks’ other gloved hand. “Can't keep my eyes off of you. Not when you're parading around the story and not letting me see the best parts! You're a real gen-u-ine tease.”
Tricks leaned forward, its’ tongue darting over sharp teeth. “I haven't the slightest clue what you're talking about, Kayne. I don't have any human toys. The Old Gods are nothing to me. I only watch.”
“And yet, you say my name an awful lot recently. I think you like how it feels.”
Tricks did not answer, instead, choosing to spin himself, letting go of one of Kayne’s hands. The man obliged, ending the spin in a dip, staring down at the face that looked up at him. “Is that a yes?” There was a singsong-y lilt to his voice now.
“I think your time is up, Kayne. Goodbye.”
And like that, Tricks was gone. Kayne just giggled, straightening. “What a nice chat. I think he really loves me.”
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