SPOOKY / SHIT.

Some artists can work without a stencil, but they’re few and far between and way more fucking talented than Zack ( just a kid with a knack for it that’s dipping his toes in the water ). The thin sheet is placed along the other’s shoulder, patted gently until it sticks. A mirror is handed to Finley, as he takes a seat back in his own chair, ❝ that look alright? The size and place ya want it? ❞ A few touches to the peddle have the buzz of his own machine filling the air around them, ❝ nah, technically still an apprentice, but been doin’ small pieces like this for a couple’a years now. Mind if I ask what the symbol means? ❞

❛                  wha      ——  ?                  ❜                  shock      marries      excitement      on      warming      features,            it’s      a      ceremony      of      imbalance      before      luke      shakes      his      head      to      quicken      the      union      and      only      wonder      stays      in      place  .            life      is      hard      work      and      yet      fate      shaped      like      a      friend      offers      him      this  .                  ❛                  i      mean      yeah,            of      course  !            this      could      be      huge,      tell      me      everything  .                  ❜                  

      𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙋𝙍𝙀𝙏𝙏𝙔 𝙇𝙄𝙏𝙏𝙇𝙀 𝙋𝙐𝙉𝙆'𝙎 𝙃𝙀𝘼𝘿 𝙏𝙄𝙇𝙏𝙀𝘿 𝙏𝙊 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙎𝙄𝘿𝙀 .

      smile grew wide on the hot pink painted lips .she likes his cadence ; so she decides to give him a pass . with a playful wink she snaps in his direction . “ Lucky I’m a sucker for a cute mortal . ” she teased sweetly . trying to not give him a slightly hard time . after all , he seemed out of his element . “ So what brings you to my little haven for the world’s unfathomables ? I do hope you weren’t going to plan to cause trouble with whomever you were meeting up with … That would absolutely break my dark black little witchy heart .”

“ 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐓 people say? if things are easy they feel… less rewarding?  but maybe i can help – what are you looking for exactly? ”

alright - so dean hadn’t expected that . and now he’s left with a stupid look on his face , that he’s immediately wiping off and turning his back to the camera .  “you know what , i ain’t gonna save you when this ghost lady comes to eat your ass for dinner.”  it’s not much , but at least he feels somewhat in charge again. this guy has a goofy expression . the kind that makes dean worry he might be a few screw loose in the head .

he raises his hands with a quiet laugh.  ❛  sorry - i didn’t mean to.  ❜  he promises, settling into the booth across from him. his question makes fred raise a brow before he nods, folding his hand across the table.  ❛  did you want to see a resume ? i mean.. i don’t have one, but i can do a quick google search of myself and bring up some of my work.  ❜

‘ i kinda prefer mad men, y’know? ‘cause they ain’t got fangs an’ claws and the ability to fuckin’ float, man, they’re just nutjobs that, you can stab or somethin’. easy t’ kill. y’know? not like vampires! god forbid ‘yer off by a millimeter and bam, you’re on the wrong end’a the fork buddy. ’

charlie feels strongly about all spooky things, because he dislikes all spooky things. not that anyone’s introduction to this world is kind and pleasant, but damn does it continue to unsettle him. plopping down on the nearest soft surface, he lets out a sigh, one that’s notably shaky.

‘ i wanna be like you already, man. you’re so … unphased, by all’a this. ’ 

     𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜, relief rushes through her in one big gust, a sigh escaping her as she collapsed onto the ottoman near the couch. her head tilts at the latter question, blinding several times. “this is where you think you’ll end up when you die?” she wasn’t sure if it was a compliment or an insult, but it was certainly a question brought about my a healthy amount of fear and confusion. “you’re definitely not dead.” thank god. the last thing nancy needed was a dead body to explain. 

     “you’ve been out for a couple hours,” she answers finally, waving him down and reaching over to pick up the bottle of water that was sweating on the side table, prepared for this moment. “i have aspirin, too, if you want it,” she tells him as she offers it up, lid removed and tucked into her fist. “i have to ask, fin… did you get hit by a truck? kidnapped? i mean, it’s been…” too long for this to be casual. too long for her to not ask. “it’s been a long time.” 

he really wants to answer that question. the problem is, he has no idea how to. finley’s memory remains blurry. the last thing he remembered was a case in texas, and then... nothing. knowing that the southern case was 2 and a half months ago, according to the calendar hanging on the wall, he had quite a lot of unaccounted for time. which scared the hell out of him. more than any monster could.

     she      blinks      once,                     then    twice    and    shakes    her    head.           ❛           well,      yeah,      but    not    any    of      that.      it’s      dangerous,      okay,    and    i    don’t    want    you    to    get    hurt.           ❜