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post-dated to the 21st; mistext; un: zer0g

[belligerents]

[Unbeknownst to Raven, a picture originally taken from her Dom's phone. She's laying back with her head dipped. Laying back on the bed, she's completely comfortable despite being naked. She's propped up, but looks like she's in the middle of laughing. This was clearly taken to capture a more candid side that most people really never see.]

text;

[keepfightin]

Not that I'm going to complain if this is supposed to be a sext thing, but ??? Something feels off about this?

text;

[belligerents]

What?
oh fuck.
no, I mean. If I was, it wouldn't be that picture. I got hacked somehow.

mistfire text intended for karolina dean » un. trishtalk

[wnex]

[ attached is a video of trish showing an example of self defense techniques, this one specifically. ]

[keepfightin]

If you're looking for tips, none here. Your form's good. Dangerous to fight against a gun, though.

1/3

[wnex]

What?

2/3

[wnex]

Oh.

3/3

[wnex]

I guess I've been hacked. But yeah, guns are dangerous.

text; un: s.winchester [ the worst misfire ]

[conscitus]

[ As far as pictures that have been sent to Emma's phone go, the one that ends up being sent to Dean's device isn't the worst. Sam's still wearing boxers, though nothing else, but the top-down angle of the picture doesn't exactly leave a whole lot to the imagination. There's no denying it's him either, that anti-possession tattoo is easily visible in the corner of the picture.

The only good thing about it is that it didn't come attached to the message that immediately followed it. ]

he burns his phone

[keepfightin]

[ When Dean hears the notification, he assumes it's from Sam. He assumes it's some message about picking up dinner or some odd theory.

He's half right. ]

Dude! What the hell!

[ Oh god, what if this is some dom/sub thing? They were supposed to be under a family contract. This was worse than fanfiction about Chuck's stupid book. ]

Do not tell me this has anything to do with the stupid contract.

mission accomplished

[conscitus]

[ Sam does not actually realize what prompted this response, because he definitely did not send that to Dean. He sent that to Emma like two days ago, and hasn't looked at, or thought about it since. All he sees is his brother losing his shit. ]

Dean, what are you talking about? What about the contract?

[ Whatever it is, he didn't do it. ]

( text | un: quill ) misfire

[vrituom]

[keepfightin]

Haven't seen him, but if I do, I'll let him know he's late for teaching his class.

[ What is this even? ]

[vrituom]

What?

text ● un; hymn (misfire to the wrong Winchester)

[falselife]

okay i finished
ten more vials, five are for you
i'm out of powdered silver now though so
supply run?

oh and
i need a new sweater too, i lost my lilac one and now i'm cold
help me, sam?

[ Which, apparently, is simply a poor excuse to send a picture that is very much not safe for work! It's a selfie of Juniper in her bedroom, sitting on her bed in the glow of her little strings of fairy lights everywhere, wearing only a shimmering purple lip colour on parted lips, golden jewelry, thigh high stockings, and a black bralette that is so sheer that it censors nothing underneath. Enjoy. ]

[keepfightin]

[Sam's told him about Juniper. He's sceptical, but he promised to be good and behave himself when they did meet. He couldn't know the user name, but Dean can put two and two together.

She's hot, he'll give her that. He's also not Sam. ]

Might be better if you delivered the picture directly to him. I'd show him, but I don't think he usually likes me playing the middle man on this kind of stuff.

[falselife]

???

[ Give her a moment, what Dean has received is something she is quite sure she's sent to Sam, so she doesn't quite register what's happened at first or why someone (his brother?) is messaging her about a picture she'd sent. ]

i did!!
noo why is it still doing this
well, i guess
i will try again
but i guess since you already have it now you can keep it too

[wiseass]

[dishing out the misfires where they matter, obv. this hacktastic world of suffering managed to get both of her "uncles."]

[keepfightin]

[ No. Nope. Nuh-uh. Nada.

No text. Claire gets a ringing phone. ]

voice.

[wiseass]

[To add insult to injury Claire has no idea the accidental send even happened.]

What do you want, Hasselhoff?

text; un: s.winchester

[conscitus]

hey bring more whiskey back with you

[ They're all out. ]

[keepfightin]

always do but there's some in the fridge.

you got company coming over?

[conscitus]

was. not anymore

It's just me and you tonight unless you have plans

text | un: hadley

[symptomatic]

[ For the most part, Remy's been giving the housing situation a wide berth. Advantages of working at the hospital. The food's better there, and the showers are about the same, but most of it's to do with the privacy of it all. Dreams come and go, but even in different universes, apparently nightmares stay the same. Better to suffer those by yourself than wake up your brand new roommate. It's just the considerate thing to do, so her nights have been spent sleeping in tiny cramped beds than back at her assigned spot.

It's been about a week. She's met Dean, and he seems, you know. Fine. They talked, someone said something sarcastic, she laughed.

It doesn't really explain the text at some ridiculously irresponsible time now. Say, 3am or so: ]

Hey.
Dean.

You awake?

text;

[keepfightin]

[ Though Dean does spend a lot of his time in the Up with Sam, he was gifted with a beautiful roomie, and he won't look a gift horse in the mouth. Turns out, she actually has a lot of spirit, and he finds spending time with her, when she comes home, to be easy. ]

it's 3 am.

so yeah. what's up?