#devilbody

sooo demanding. 🪞｡˚ ↬   𝒗𝒆𝒓. 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒕 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍. * 𓂃 ࣪ ˖ ➷ ❪  closed ❫ @devilbody

"Now whhhyyy would I do ever do that?"

In this episode of The Peppermint Girl, Manhattan sets the scene for a newcomer in town: they’re skinny, but strong, willow angles, and long, and whittled with tear troughs deep as the 191st Street subway station on the 1 line, and a foul scowl to match, too. And you know what else is red, just like the 1 line? Their eyes — chanting some rhythm of anger and fever Adella finds so utterly misplaced — and, also, the pretty line of blood they’ve drawn artfully across the succubus’ neck. These things are bound to happen, when knives sit flush against the skin. 

Stay tuned for what happens next.

Her heel — four inches too long, sharp as the peppermint cane stems she likes to suck between her teeth — digs deep into their leg. How good of the Winchester to find the rare quiet alleyway in a city that never sleeps. Clever thing.

Adelaide spits a mouthful of blood, rendered from somewhere deep in her throat after their not-so-civil exchange, straight into their face. She’s not being rude; there’s nowhere else to put it, you see, since her range of motion’s been reduced to near-nothing.

“That’s not fun for me, or you.” She laughs, straining beneath their grip. “And I’d like to have just a little more fun the few minutes before you kill me. I deserve that much, at least. I’ve had such a bad life.”

Her heel twists just a liiiittle deeper.

parked in the shade, windows rolled all the way down, dean takes up the length of the front seat with his ankles crossed at the ledge. he's having more luck with the newspaper as a cooling fan than a job search. not enough haunted shit going on in this corner of the world, some border town off shoot between south carolina and georgia. it may be for the best. the humidity is soul-sucking.

sam's been sequestered to the backseat in a similar position, where her pouty nerd crap is all fine and dandy until it comes with a complex. dean pokes his head over the seat ledge to scowl, decides it's a lucky thing that he's here, with all his worldly, professional, sister-humbling experience:

↪ PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP MEME / accepting.

one elbow hooked over the counter, the other hand wrapped around the neck of a beer bottle ; thumb pressing lazily against its opening. she smiles, because sam almost looks disappointed. half suspicious. like something's off. and yet, they're still there.

' does it matter ? ' demon asks, nodding toward the untouched drink in the other's hand. ' you still came. ' okay, she did tell them they were facing a neat little poltergeist problem here, but in reality, as it turned out . . . it was just a bar. a loud one. packed. rowdy and buzzing. exactly her kind of place. ruby pushes herself off the counter, drifting closer, bottle lifting to plump lips.

spotify wrapped has arrived. send me a number from 1-100 for a starter based on that song, or a lyric from it, or send a 🎁 for me to shuffle. - STILL ACCEPTING

@devilbody ASKED: 77!

GILES HAD hardly wanted another young person involved in the danger of the supernatural , of the inherent threat of death involved in SAVING THE WORLD . but when the girl had happened to be in the room unbeknownst to him when he'd been discussing the upcoming apocalypse with buffy , giles had had no power to stop the way they immediately threw themselves into the effort .

he's daunted by the guns on the table . ❝ sorry , sammy you said your name was ? ❞

man what the hell

meme tag // @devilbody

Now, Dr. Matisse wasn't the type to care for people outside of the walls of the hospital. She wasn't the type to allow someone to stay in her home, outside of any real medical attention. She just wasn't the type to do that. But this one, this Sam, had managed to convince her after a particularly long night. Something about their brother finding them if they were in the hospital proper.

That had been three nights ago. Three nights ago and they were finally showing signs of improvement. Rosie hadn't been able to pinpoint what was wrong with her, even when she had brought in blood samples to peer at in the pathology lab, even when she'd snuck a tox screen in and run it under a false name. She couldn't figure out what was wrong.

Rosie hated not figuring out what was causing the symptoms, but she was equally glad that whatever it was seemed to be passing. She purses her lips as she offers up a glass of water, pressing it into their hand.