I've been thinking about this for a long time, but I'm gonna officially bite the bullet and do it. Not that Amy's been all that active lately, but for this journal especially, she's been really quiet. All her activity has been happening on hissluttyjuliet, mostly because that journal is sponsored and has more icons.

So.

This journal is officially going into retirement. Any verses she had that were still active are being transferred over to the other journal. So if you're randomly friended or receive join requests from hissluttyjuliet, then you know where it came from.

And that's about all.

[shrpcryinthedrk is mine to use and abuse as I choose.]

“This is wrong.”

Her hands ran over the back of her neck, then down her body as she tried to adjust to the new sensations. She could hear the small voice of the human in the back of her mind—scared, alone, and helpless. She suddenly didn’t know if she could do this, if she could just possess people. This didn’t feel right.

Alloces came up behind her. She could see him, his true face ghosting over the meat he was wearing. He used to be so beautiful, and now Hell had torn him to shreds, taking apart the angel she knew and putting the monster he’d become in his place. It didn’t scare her—she knew her face held much of the same, but it still hurt her. It hurt they way they’d been cast aside, and it hurt the way they were so far from the being that created them and came to love them. Instead they were away. Far away and she had to adjust all over again.

She wondered if this was what it was like, when an angel took a vessel. She’d never had the chance to find out.

Alloces wrapped his arms around and pulled her close against his chest. That made things—easier. The soothing touch was enough to calm some part of her. And it was—nice—being touched. That was something she’d never experienced before either. It still didn’t ease the sway in her stomach.

“I don’t know if I can do this,” she whispered, leaning back against him. He just kept her close, letting her rest against him.

“It’s better than being down there.” He closed his eyes in the mirror, avoiding looking at what, she wasn’t sure, but that’s where they stood. “That’s all that matters.

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[Sam = imnot_likeyou. Set after THIS and THIS.]

Sam Winchester had this—energy—about him. It was dark and delicious, and she could always sense him coming her way. It was always a situation to look forward to, despite the fact that he was working with Lilith, but Sam had always been very good to her, and she was always inclined to return the favor.

So long as it was for him and him alone.

Amy had her issues with Lilith. While she was glad that she had abandoned her initial idea of releasing Lucifer and starting the Apocalypse, it still didn’t quash the urgent need Amy had to squeeze her pretty blond head until it exploded. Sam, on the other hand –Sam was something she wanted to take advantage of. Sam was something she wanted to explore—in every sense of the word.

She was being hit on in the middle of a crowded club when she first sensed him, looming in the back of her mind. Licking her lips slightly, she excused herself from the person she was talking to and started to make her way out towards the back alley. He was following her, she knew that, but he waited until they were out of sight of the crowd to make his move. He was always a little rough with her, but he also knew that that was how she liked it. He grabbed her by the shoulders, spinning her around and slamming her back against the brick wall of the bar.

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Which has been a long time coming. Amy's kinda goes quiet on me when she's not organized, and hopefully after I get her organized and up and running again, she'll start to perk up more. Hopefully. She's not in any prompt comms at the moment, and I plan on keeping her that way until I get her chatty again.

( For Possible Length. She doesn't have that many, but it's common courtesy. )

That is all.

I don’t have bad sex.

I know that probably sounds incredibly arrogant and self-centered, but really. I don’t have bad sex. Maybe some awkward sex, but it’s never—horrible. I actually don’t believe in bad sex. I’m really curious as to what the definition for bad sex is. Lack of orgasm? Is that the generally accepted ideology?

Whatever.

Anyway, in my expansive—and I do mean expansive sexual experience, I’ve found that people have sex for different reasons and are satisfied in different ways. Some do it for intimacy, some do it for pleasure, some do it for the control—et cetera. I’ve found that once a person figures out what they want out of a sexual encounter, they’ll do what they have to do to make sure they get that. Therefore, without a unified reason of why someone looks for sex, you can’t really have a single definition for bad sex, and without a single definition, it leaves the term to be quite subjective, don’t you think?

Therefore? Never had bad sex. And that’s that.

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[Dean = jstliketherifle, Uriel = a_specialist, Ruby = ilove_atallman, Castiel is an NPC. Follows THIS and THIS.]

They should have figured that she would have wound up there eventually. In fact, she was surprised that they hadn’t latched on to her sooner, and she managed to make it through the hospital doors without a very angry angel looking to smite her. In fact, the Angry Angry Angels didn’t come until she’d reached Dean’s floor. Both of them, Castiel and Uriel, stared at her as though they were trying to evaluate why she was there and what she wanted from Dean. She just raised an eyebrow back at them, before crossing her arms in front of her chest.

“Now, really. Don’t tell me you’re surprised.”

Castiel’s face was impassive, unyielding. She couldn’t get a read on what he was thinking either way, but she knew exactly what was going through Uriel’s mind. She could see the unbridled hate. It was amusing, almost, how easily she riled him up, but that wasn’t a matter for today’s discussion.

“What do you want, Avnas?” Castiel asked, still meeting her with that stare as her hands landed on her hips.

“I’m here to help,” she said with a bit of a smirk. “I heard you were hiring out to demons, and thought I’d take a swing at it.” She moved forwards slightly, her heels clicking against the ground as she walked, before she took Castiel’s tie in her hands and started to play with it. “I’ll have you know I interview very well.”

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