#is-itself-a-deviant

@is-itself-a-deviant said: "Can I borrow a kiss? I promise I'll give it back." [human nines to Gavin]

+ @is-itself-a-deviant​​ asked: Rolling one of the white berries between the pads of his fingers, Howard seemed almost entranced with the plants oddly sharpen leaves and how closely the shade of the fruit seemed to match his feathers. "You are aware mistletoe is poisonous right?" [Howard to Beverly]

+ Looking up with a SMILE , Beverly honestly finds it ENDEARING that there’s still so much about EARTH that she has to explain now and again . Things that others in her life wouldn’t THINK twice about often made for FUN conversations . Some might have honestly gotten ANNOYED or at the very least WEARY of having to explain things that were otherwise COMMONPLACE , but she was FAR from the most run of the mill when it came to your typical girl from CLEVELAND . 

“ It’s just for DECORATION , Duckie . Besides, most of the mistletoe people hang up isn’t REAL . “ She elaborated with a playful GIGGLE following soon after . “ It’s just one of those CHRISTMAS things that people do . It’s supposed to be for FUN . You hang it up somewhere , like this .“ Taking another batch of MISTLETOE , she hung it above the two of them , as if it were hanging in place . 

“ i know how to fucking drive ! ” (Gavin and Connor (either human or android))

This was equal parts a nightmare and a dream. Well, perhaps more a nightmare for those poor souls lost to whatever tormented the old Trinity theater. For Molly, even as a hunter, the opportunity to step into an abandoned theater was an opportunity she couldn’t pass up...danger be damned.

She’d read about the Trinity, see. It was one of the many abandoned buildings she knew of within state limits, and one she hadn’t yet had the chance to explore--the job made it difficult to do the things she enjoyed outside of it. Once an ornate house of cinema, it now lay in ruin...but the photos she’d been able to find showed that a majority of the theater remained relatively intact. This gave her hope of finding something interesting that had absolutely nothing to do with the paranormal.

Problem was, Molly had indeed also ready plenty about the...not-so-savory history of the place. Something about murder, disappearances, things that went bump in the night...blah, blah, blah. She had enough knowledge and know-how to keep herself prepared for whatever could happen, and that meant sourcing and carrying around enough salt and salt ammunition to make her float in bodies of water. Underneath her excitement about the building itself, she needed to keep the job in mind--kill bad things, save lives...then she could go explore.

🔪 ( Send 🔪 to walk in on my muse standing over a dead body. )

    connor stands still, eyes locked on hers. he can see the panic written all over her face, an expression VASTLY different from when he saw her last. normally, he’d speed dial the police department. detain her. it’s what he should do — what he was trained to do, but these past few months had changed things. that was clear by the scene in front of him. 

😢Touch my muse’s shoulder while they are crying in secret - from Dean

It’s an aged, cheap motel that she test her back against, one with tenants what wouldn’t usually have people wandering outside if they even heard someone remotely crying. Least, she had hoped so, a hand rising to wipe away at the wet trails on her cheeks when she feels a hand on her shoulder.

A gentle touch, but one that still stiffens her and makes her quick to turn to the source of it, relaxing at the familiar features of Dean.

“ ‘m fine…”

🌡 Push my muse down to give them medical attention - from Dean

She’s stubborn about obtaining aid - always has been. Even now, as there’s a hand on her shoulder bringing her back down into the chair. Theres crimson descending from a cut across her chest, and the more she tried to claim she could handle it herself (whether that meant stitching it herself or getting her own brother to aid), there’s a cloud rising in her thoughts that brings her more sluggish.

“-Just a scratch, ok? I’m…im fine…”

❛   don’t look at me! i don’t … i don’t want you seeing me like this.  ❜ from astarion to either of your teifling babes

She's careful in her approach towards him, hands risen to reveal empty palms, tail steady behind her as though worried too much of a sway would startle him further.

"Hey, hey it's ok - you know I'm here for you, right? maybe. . .maybe I can try and help."