Free from the comet

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.

                                                         ❝ 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. 

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

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

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.”

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?