Tlou 2x2 And Twd Negan Roundup Give Me The Same Physical Reactions And I Don't Like It
tlou 2x2 and twd negan roundup give me the same physical reactions and i don't like it
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adding janis, karen and gretchen to the muse list
@warriorwithasoftheart ; "Well, get used to it. I'm not leaving." For Cas.
Sometimes Dean Winchester could be so infuriatingly stubborn. It seemed the hunter was hellbent on ignoring everything Castiel said, choosing to do the opposite. Whilst in many cases that had, admittedly, worked out, it didn't stop the flare of annoyance every time Dean directly opposed Castiel's suggestions.
Well. This had been less of a suggestion and more a demand. Usually Castiel had no qualms with spending time with the Winchesters, particularly with Dean, but today the angel had wanted privacy. The hunters had gotten Castiel his own motel room for this case – he had a sneaking suspicion it had to do with his powers weakening lately, the threat of the impending apocalypse looming over them.
Or perhaps it was simply due to the hunters wanting space. Personal or otherwise, Dean certainly mentioned it to the angel enough times. But that seemed hypocritical ; the green-eyed hunter was refusing to give Castiel space now it was available.
He sighs, deeply. Uses the prolonged exhale to resist leaving himself, since Dean was so insistent on staying. " You do not need to stay here, Dean, " Cas insists. " I am an angel of the lord – more than capable of looking after myself. You should be spending time with Sam, or getting some rest. "
Thus allowing Cas to get some rest himself – being tired was a strange sensation, and the angel didn't enjoy the unease that came with it. " I can wait here until tomorrow. It doesn't bother me. "
google doc with rules & muses is now linked in my pinned post – muse list isn't complete but it has the main ones for now until i have the time ( slash patience ) to sit there and add the rest
gonna work on new info stuff in a bit, revamp the muselist and all that jazz
Dark curls bounced as Layla strode into the coffee shop, an air of confidence that didn't match the way her stomach churned the whole journey there. She knew the risks of meeting with people outside of her contacts, people she didn't know let alone trusted. But a friend of sorts knew someone that was suited for her needs, and Layla couldn't exactly be picky right now.
Not when Marc had just up and left. Disappeared completely, turned off his phone and cut contact with both her and Duchamp. Layla could feel in her gut that something was wrong – and she wasn't going to stop searching for her husband. Not even after the divorce papers had arrived in her mail. At their home, of all places.
She easily spotted the man she was there to meet, but allowed her dark gaze to drift by him. Instead strode up to the counter, ordering some sweet syrupy latte from the friendly barista. When Layla finally sat down, it was with a steaming takeaway cup in her hands and a determined look on her face.
" I've been told you're good at finding people, " the words leave her mouth immediately, not caring for introductions or small talk. This was important. " And I've got someone who needs to be found. Interested? " She raises her eyebrows, taking a sip of her drink.
@fracturals
Frank sat alone at a small table in the corner of the bustling café, the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee surrounding him. He absently stirred his drink, his eyes scanning the entrance for any sign of the person he was supposed to meet. Micro had hinted that this individual either held critical information or had a job for him, one that could potentially change everything. As he waited, an uneasy feeling crept in.
Frank was well aware of the risks involved; if the meeting felt off, he would leave without hesitation. He casually adjusted the collar of his jacket, feeling the reassuring weight of a knife in his pocket and another concealed in his boot. Typically, he wouldn't venture out without his gun, but he opted for the knives this time. They were more discreet and would allow for a quicker getaway if things turned sour.
He took a careful sip of his coffee, the warmth spreading through him, and watched patrons chatted and laughed, oblivious to the undercurrents of tension that sometimes filled the air. Frank’s instincts were sharp; he knew to trust them. He focused on the door, every passing moment stretching his anticipation, as he waited for whatever—or whoever—might come next.
not being here is WHACK but my manager is a dick who keeps changing my work shifts with no warning / asking me to stay constantly for stupid reasons so i am ... exhausted
i miss you guys xoxo love you
And I feel I'll live on forever
With Satan himself by my side!
- yes. Paul Matthews and J&H once again. do you all want more?
- this piece was mostly for experimenting on how to color, I'm not used to shading. Let me know your opinion about it!
anyway heres some close ups
was gonna write properly tonight but work this week has left me achy and exhausted so my brain just doesn't wanna do it - will work on things tomorrow instead <3
