#hercanon

[chrmatiica-archiving]

@hercanon​ ; buffy  summers  /  pinned  against  a  wall ; accepting.

     𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦  𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗞  𝗪𝗔𝗦  𝗧𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛,     but  then  she  had  to  be,  she  was  the  infamous  slayer  and  they  were  so  lucky  to  finally  have  some  decent  help  in  this  fight  against  monsters.     dad  had  been  convinced  that  the  slayer  wasn’t  real,  almost  like  a  version  of  the  boogeyman  for  monsters  and  demons.     yet  here  she  was  in  all  her  glory,  an  excellent  fighter  and  hot  as  hell.     dean  didn’t  want  to  admit  that  he  was  vastly  outmatched,  she  was  a  much  more  skilled  fighter  than  he  was,  but  every  time  they  fought,  he  felt  like  he  was  getting  better  and  she  was  teaching  him  more  and  more.     she  still  got  the  upper  hand  on  him,  pinning  him  against  the  wall  and  he  couldn’t  help  but  smile,  green  eyes  looking  over  her,     “     ya  got  me,  again,      ”     slightly  flirty  tone  as  he  looks  at  her,  trying  to  keep  his  breathing  normal  as  he  looks  at  her,      “     someone  might  think  you  just  wanted  an  excuse  to  pin  me  to  the  wall  and  get  me  where  you  want  me,      ”

#hercanon #i. answered : 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫. #xxxv. dean winchester : 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬. #( he's such a flirt ) #i. queue : 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞.

[harvhellmoved]

          SHE IMAGINES THERE’S PROBABLY A GUN IN HIS HANDS.  Or a knife. Or some other kind of weapon.  ( God knows what else these Winchesters have up their sleeves. )  It’s only logical; you walk in your hotel room and find someone browsing aimlessly through all your things, you’re not gonna have the most friendly reaction. Doesn’t help that her back is turned to him.  ❝ Oh, I’m not? ❞ Jo speaks, hoping he’ll recognize her voice first of all. Hands raise, showing she’s not a threat, and she turns slowly to face him.  ❝ Damn. Guess I missed the memo somewhere. ❞  She can tell when she’s recognized, and her hands drop back to her sides without another thought.  ❝ Been lookin’ for you and your brother everywhere. You two are hard to track down these days. ❞  Her eyes glance at the scattered items on the bed  -- their belongings --  and she shrugs with a half smile.  ❝ Got a little bored waitin’ for ya, as you can see. ❞

@hercanon​​

#hercanon #[sam ; hercanon] #[ic]

[vypcr]

           ❝ OH MY GOD, IT’S JUST A FUCKING SCRATCH. ❞  They were taking too long. It shouldn’t take this much time to take out a werewolf, so she figured something must have gone wrong. When she got there, it was charging at Dean, and it didn’t look like he had a weapon in hand. So what did she do?  Something perfectly reasonable, of course.  Jump in the impala and drive into the fucker.  ❝ Pretty sure I just saved your life, so maybe you should be thanking me instead. ❞  Sure, the front end looks pretty fucked up thanks to the collision, but it seems like a fair trade since it stopped him from becoming doggy chow.

           The werewolf starts to stir, but a quick jab through the heart with her dagger puts a stop to that. She cleans the blood on the grass, casting a glance over her shoulder at Dean.  ❝ What took you guys so long, anyway? Thought this was supposed to be an easy job. ❞  Tory looks around, but there’s no one else in sight. She pushes herself back to her feet.  ❝ Why are you by yourself? ❞

@hercanon​ // s.c.

#hercanon #[dean ; hercanon] #[ic] #⚡ 𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐋 ── ❝ 𝐖𝐚𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐃𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 ❞ ( 𝐀𝐔 ) #I just know she's going to get on his nerves on purpose. I just know it. I sense it.

[fidelissimi-moved]

does anyone know if claudia/tsarina has a blog now or where i can find her? 

#i'm trying to credit her for a psd but i lost track of where she is now?? #and i don't know how to credit her since i can't find her #she used to be #tsarinaresources / hercanon / musewhisperer and many others

[perfectanguish]

crusty old meme.

@hercanon​​ asked (buffy / forever ago):  “I won’t scream.”

                     “Not now, but you will.” It was a matter of fact, something he knew that would undoubtedly happen sooner or later. “Don’t know how I’m going to make you scream just yet. But it’ll be good,” Angelus smirked as he watched the slayer, “hurting you, well that would make me feel all sorts of tingles in all the right places.”

#( v; passion is the source of our finest moments | canon btvs: season 2 ) #( interactions ) #( please ignore that i'm no here | queued post ) #shetales

[harvhellmoved]

           ❝ HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN DYIN’ TO USE THAT ONE? ❞  She could make a big deal about him saving her ass, but why give him the smug satisfaction? Seems like one of them is always swooping in to save the other, anyway. Okay, well,  maybe he has a few points up on her in that category . She’ll make sure to gloat a little more next time it’s his turn to get rescued to compensate for that.  ❝ Congrats, Dean. You just had a hot babe fall right into your arms. Must be a dream come true for you. ❞  There’s probably better jokes to be made. Something about it raining women, or she could ask if this is how he picks up girls nowadays, but it’s been one long ass day, so she goes with the first one to come to mind.  Deep breath.  She’s good at seeming calm, even though her head’s going crazy. Yeah, she probably could have died if not for him. All that near-death adrenaline starts to subside, and now she just feels  tired.   ❝ You gonna put me down so we can walk out of here, or are you gonna princess carry me back to the Impala? Because I’m not exactly opposed to either right now. ❞

@hercanon​​

#hercanon #[dean ; hercanon] #[ic]

[vypcr]

           ❝ YOU STILL HAVEN’T ANSWERED MY QUESTION. ❞  The hum of the impala’s engine fills the silence before Tory speaks up. It’s just her and Sam at the moment; everyone else is inside the convenience store restocking, and with her brother out of earshot, she thinks now might be a good time to press for some answers.  ❝ That demon you’re hunting, the one with the yellow eyes . . . why are you going after him? ❞  It’s one thing to be dedicated, but this whole thing reads like more than just a normal hunt.

           Tory leans forward, chin resting against the edge of the driver’s seat, eyes watching Sam curiously. These guys are pretty fucking weird, that’s for sure. But the prospect that this demon might somehow be connected to the thing that killed her mother does nothing to settle all the questions in her head. If anything, it only adds to them.  ❝ Do you really think it might have something to do with what happened to my mom? ❞  It sounds crazy, but they were chasing the same leads. It could all be a coincidence. Or it could be so much more.

@hercanon​ // s.c.

#hercanon #[sam ; hercanon] #[ic] #⚡ 𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐋 ── ❝ 𝐖𝐚𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐃𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 ❞ ( 𝐀𝐔 ) #tory vc: quick question #tory vc: what the FUCK

[harvhellmoved]

           ❝ I DON’T GET IT. ❞  Fingers brush back through her hair, frustration evident in her voice and on her face.  ❝ Why can’t I go see them? Why can’t I just tell them that it’s me? That I’m here? They still think I’m dead! ❞  She’s helping the Winchesters.  That’s what she’s been told.  She was brought back for this. But why, with everything she’s commanded, does it have to be behind their backs? It doesn’t sit right with her. She’s come this far, holding back all her questions and doubts because it was easier to keep her head down and do whatever work was required of her, but at some point it’s all become overwhelming. First time in her life she’s let herself blindly follow orders from someone else.  You make certain concessions when someone brings you back from the dead.  But she questions how much longer she can go on like this.

           ❝ My mother is dead. My bar buddy Ash has been dead for even longer. I didn’t get my own personal heaven. I’m stuck here on earth, alone this time, because YOU put me here. The Winchesters? They’re all I got left, and you won’t even let me go see them just to let them know I’m not fuckin’ dead, ❞  she turns sharply to look at Michael, counting off on her fingers as she speaks.  ❝ I’m tired. I’m alone. I just want to see my friends. You want me to help them with this whole apocalypse thing? Maybe I could do that better in person. ❞  Hands drop, and she takes a deep breath, all the energy fading in her voice.  As if arguing with the Prince of Heaven is going to get her anywhere.  She reaches, one last attempt, the lightest touch at his shoulder. Is it even possible for an angel to empathize with something like this?  ❝ Please. ❞

@hercanon​​

#hercanon #[ic] #🗡️ 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋 ── ❝ 𝐃𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝. ❞ ( 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 ) #🗡️ 𝐕.𝟏 ── ❝ 𝐈'𝐦 𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥. ❞ ( 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 )

[harvhellmoved]

           ❝ BEING A GOOD LIAR AIN’T SOMETHIN’ TO BE PROUD OF. ❞  She keeps her knife to her side, but she doesn’t bother raising it. Won’t do much good against a fucker like him.  The actual devil, right across from her.  Jo has to wonder why he hasn’t strung her up by now. He’s talking to her like he’s just another person. It’s the strangest thing. Usually these types jump right to the torture. Maybe it’s coming any second now, and she knows there’s not a damn thing she could do about it. She’s just a human. Nothing can help her in this situation. But if he thinks he’s going to get her to crack that easily, he’s wrong. She’ll die a second time before she sells out Sam and Dean.  ( Hell, maybe she’ll come back again somehow. Or maybe she shouldn’t push her luck, but she’s likely to find out soon one way or another. )  ❝ You’re just gonna have to settle for my crappy lies, then. Because that’s all you’re gonna get from me. I ain’t tellin’ you shit. ❞

@hercanon​

#hercanon #[lucifer ; hercanon] #[ic]

[harvhellmoved]

           ❝ AND I STRONGLY ENCOURAGE YOU TO KISS MY ASS. ❞  Okay, maybe she shouldn’t talk to an angel that way. These fuckers can twist your inside with a look. Fry you with a touch. He’s one of the big ones, too. Not the best choice to mouth off to a guy like that, she concedes, but she’s already died once. Quite recently, actually. The feeling is still fresh in her mind, like a scar left on her soul that she can’t stitch up.  ( Yeah, maybe you get a little more reckless when you feel like you’re about to relive that feeling every few minutes. )  Jo clutches the knife tightly in her hands, unwilling to part with it. Doesn’t matter if the Prince of Heaven himself told her to put it back. There’s an unending feeling of danger, and she’s not about to let him take her somewhere without some means of protecting herself.  ❝ Look, I was just dead not too long ago. You know what dyin’ does to a person? It creates some  trust issues.  ❞  She grits her teeth, lowering the blade to her side.  ❝ How do I know this isn’t a trap, huh? You really expect me to just go with you without some assurance that I’m not gonna get fuckin’ murdered again? I’m keepin’ the knife. ❞

@hercanon​​

#hercanon #[michael ; hercanon] #[ic]