Grave Gotten

🕊️ 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞: 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞

01. gently brushing the other's hair out of their face to tuck behind their ear. 02. wrapping a blanket around their shoulders from behind. 03. brushing tears off of their cheeks. 04. reaching out hesitantly before resting a hand on their back. 05. placing a cup of tea or coffee in front of them. 06. sitting beside them while they are asleep to watch over them. 07. sharing silence with them. 08. pulling them into a tight hug. 09. writing something quietly and passing them the note. 10. fixing a piece of their clothing carefully.

🔥 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐰𝐨: 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫

01. staring at them in silence for a long moment before walking away. 02. slamming a door shut without explanation. 03. packing their things up, slowly and deliberately. 04. breathing sharply through their nose and refusing to meet their eyes. 05. cleaning something obsessively in silence.

🥀 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞: 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐮𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

AND MY EYES DON’T RECOGNIZE YOU NO MORE. FOR  REASONS UNKNOWN

Castiel | Ind. Canon-divergent | @fallenangelwings

Bernadette | Supernatural OC | @nichtsehen

Fritz | Multifandom medic OC | @nichtschaden

Loki | MCU Canon-divergent | @theprisonerofasgard

Multimuse | SPN, MCU, more | @fracturedlayers

a selection of headcanon questions inspired by key bones in the human body.

skull.   what memories/thoughts do they guard the most from others ?

cheekbone. what makes them smile ?

mandible / jawbone. what are they incapable of saying out loud ?

teeth. what lasting mark do they leave on others ?

hyoid / neck. who taught them to speak up, or stay silent ?

clavicle / collarbone. who/what do they lean on when they're vulnerable ?

scapula / shoulderblade. what burden do they carry on their back ?

sternum. what makes their heart pound hardest ?

ribcage. who/what are they trying to protect ?

humerus. do they use humour as a shield or a weapon ? what from/to ?

radius. who/what do they reach for first in a crisis ?

ulna. who stands by them no matter what ?

carpals. what small habits do they have ?

metacarpals. do they ask for help or clench their fists and bear it ?

phalanges. what is their relationship with touch ?

spine. when do they lose their backbone, what scares them ?

pelvis. what future or legacy are they afraid/excited to be responsible for ?

sacrum. what sacrifices have they made ?

coccyx / tailbone. what outdated beliefs do they still carry, if any ?

femur. what drives them forward ?

patella / kneecap. how compliant/obedient are they, who will they kneel for ?

tibia. who/what keeps them moving forward ?

fibula. do they ever feel overlooked ?

tarsals. what past mistakes stick with them with every step they take ?

“And if I’m not in the story telling mood?” The lwa asked with a raise of his brow, pushing the brim of his hat up to look at the girl.  You could see the white plugs to block the smell of death from his nostrils. His arms were crossed casually, a cigar dangled precariously from one hand, over a shovel. There were no graves to be dug here by his hand, not when all the dead were stored above ground, but he never came here without one.

“Mmmmm…which one to tell you? We’ll start with the name. A good a place as any right at the beginning. Then you won’t go getting lost on me. Now, you didn’t know here back when she was young, yeah? Running around here like a chicken with her head cut off, never knew which was up or down with that one. 

Days were when she was happy with all that she was given – and the sight is a gift. After all,” he laughed a little. “She wouldn’ta seen me if not for that and where would she be then?” He looked off at the black ink of the dark behind him and frowned, seeing something that she could not and maybe didn’t answer his question the way he wanted. “Well – maybe the same.” 

He shrugged off the frown, grinning once more – it looked closer to his skin giving way to the skull beneath, only for a moment. He was whole again when he spoke “You young folk love pushing rules, and well I’m not rule follower myself so I slipped her her first sip of alcohol. Never did find out where she got the rest, though. Pro’lly her mama and daddy’s cabinets. Anyway, she comes back over liquored up as anything and that mother hen of hers keeps clucking all about how she needs to sober up. Can you believe that man did any bootlegging when he was alive? Well, he did; death makes strange things of people. Sometimes, makes y’all find your sense. 

Well, he being all ether couldn’t do a lick but talk and so I, being kind and generous,” and thoroughly bored. “Led that young lady to one of the many eating establishments available.” He laughed, thinking of the lanky teen stumbling into the fluorescent lights of the fast food joint. “Turns out they carry crowns, and, oh, she just had to have one. Just about knocked over a register for it.”