#fracturedsaint

Send 👋 to smack my muse on the ass.

Gabriel straightens from where he had been bent over and neatlyinserted into a cubbyhole behind the Bunker bookshelf.  Naturalsangfroid enables him not to bump his head as he wiggles backout of the space into which only he, among the Bunker inhabitants,would fit in search of a particular spellbook.  He quirks the rakish trademark eyebrow at the man who dwarfshim by nearly a foot.        “Well lah-dah, Angsty Green Giant,” he drawls, nodding his head       toward the particularly verdant flannel Sam wears, “I know I got       a natural musk that attracts the Shortness-Challenged from      miles around, but this ain’t really the time an’ place fer ‘bend       me over a desk.’” 

Yeah. But that’s kinda why I do what I do, y'know? A sort of Tulpa mindset. In the reality we craft, Gabriel has access to a much happier life. Pour enough energy into that and *shrug*

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The blonde ventured into the cave alone. Everyone else was too chicken (or perhaps too attentive to the professor’s warnings). The cave wasn’t even that difficult to get to and what could possibly be hiding in a freaking cave that would be more dangerous than anything outside of the cave that she could encounter? Plus, it was pretty beautiful and she wouldn’t mind spending more time in here than the few hours of free time she had before dark today. She considered herself brave, but not stupid and certainly not stupid enough to try to find her way out of the place to get back to the group.

She gazed down into the pool for a few moments, taking a deep breath and just enjoying the feeling of calmness surrounding her, away from the noises and polluted air of civilization. A flash of color distracted her from her plan to sit a few feet from the edge. Blinking a few times, she looked across the water, but was only met with the clear blue water. It must have just been a fish or some weird reflection mishap between her eye and the sun on the water. Shrugging it off, Jess sat down a few inches from the water’s edge, just far enough away to be able to comfortably dip only her feet in the water, sans her sandals.

Her wounds weren’t healing quickly enough. Grace clutched her blade so tightly that her knuckles were turning white, &&  her wings splayed out  defensively against the damp alley walls. Her eyes were trained fiercely on the two angels before her.

Send ⌆ for a fight headcanon

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With the amount of bodies that were falling, Leah knew that there had to be a fairly large vampire nest in town. It was times like this that Leah wished she had given up her wolf a while ago. Her scent would be a tipoff of something’s arrival, even if they didn’t know what she was. It appeared that there were different types of vampires, just like she hadn’t seen anything quite like her since she had started hunting things. This wasn’t quite how she pictured seeing life outside the rez before she phased, but she would take it.

That, and she had to be cautious about using her wolf to her advantage. She knew that any hunter that saw her phase would probably want to kill her without asking any questions. It seemed that supernatural equated to monster in their minds. But, most things Supernatural weren’t made to help, like the shapeshifters were. Plus, she had run into another hunter one other time on a hunt and even without him knowing what she was it had went awfully. He had been very territorial.

By the time she had gotten in town, it had been obvious that the place was crawling with leeches. Their scent was everywhere, burning her nostrils wherever she went. This was perhaps one of the biggest benefit of her still phasing, she could just follow the scent to where it was strongest to find the nest, rather than asking around and looking through a bunch of supposed-to-be abandoned buildings. When Leah approached the outskirts of town, she grabbed her blade out of her bag and left it another alley over from the building the scent was coming from.