#tooth--ache

     𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃   "  𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇   𝐎𝐑   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒  “   𝐅𝐎𝐑   𝐌𝐘   𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐓𝐎   𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑   𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐘   𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓   𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒.   𝐍𝐎   𝐋𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃  .

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHoward's words echo in a room of temporary occupation. At once, twelve pairs of eyes lift to him: a pair that belongs to a human and the rest assigned to beady-eyed creatures. Eleven black centipedes shifts their heads, wiggling on Shay's shoulders as if conspiring among themselves upon receipt of an express permission. Shay raises an eyebrow at Howard; he's uncertain what the man means.

"We don't just eat anything." Shay sounds a bit offended by this haphazard hospitality. "You know I don't." He reminds his counterpart and turns back to the wall he's been staring at. Someone died here two weeks ago, and while a new occupant awaits approval of a new contract, the pair settles here. "They eat spiders. Rot. Sometimes, they want your guts." Shay reaches up to pluck a smaller centipede from his shoulder, regarding the coiling creature briefly before showing it into his mouth. A loud crunch severs the arthropod's body in half and casts its sticky innards across the Omen's tongue. He chews it, mauling its legs before swallowing. His dark tongue flicks over his thin lips.

"Whe'e've you been?"

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just help me with this, and i'll be out of your hair for good.

dean said no once. leaving sam behind with nothing more than a distraction of looking over the lore to keep him busy always sends up with either a mess on his hands, a pissed off younger brother who figured out he was bullshitting him, or him at the bar drinking away regret before wandering in with an excuse (thus a hangover in the morning) as to why he was gone. sometimes. all three.

this is one of those times where it feels like it's gonna the third one.

putting down a nest of blood sucking dicks was one thing--he's done that plenty of times on his own. john winchester seemed to turn putting ghosts to rest or reminding vampires that they are, in fact, not immortal if the blade's sharp enough. sam expected him to come home from that. usually bloodied up. gross. shower first, answer questions later kind of night.

@tooth--ache ++ this meme.

🚄🍊═══════ Tangerine wipes the thick, bloody rivulets from his upper lip and chin with an equally busted hand. This time, he's gotten done in by some moron who didn't know any better. If only he had his gun ready, but the assassin already spent that entire load on three others. He was stuck in an alleyway a long time before Howard finally decided to bless him with a fucking presence and show up with a car. A carriage for a fucking king! Barely getting into the passenger seat, Tangerine rolls back his head, groaning from his sore, groaning muscles.

"Your job is to drive, not play Mother Theresa. So fuckin' drive, mate!"

x // @tooth--ache

“How does it feel when you hit the ground from being in the level of the clouds?” Hannibal the Grim spoke, a smile that ticked the right side of his mouth spreading. There is laughter as Hannibal tends to his destrier. The large horse flares its nostrils at the scene, as if to mock the giant as well. “How did you become a walking tree, Howard?” He knotted a burlap sack to the saddle, cinching it tight against the leather in preparation for moving onwards from the sodden land. Another journey across sloping hills with treacherous paths that marked to be a nuisance from the current rain. The air was cold yet humid, a low fog settled on the lower portion of the valley. He could see vineyards in the distance, he should pay them a visit.

They had settled here for the night, under a canopy of trees that nestled beside a long grass meadow, where the horses all spent their evening grazing. There was evidence of a farm once upon a time. Whoever had worked this land was long gone. A low stone wall ran along the meadow’s border, its mortar crumbling and thick with moss, one section knocked partially to rubble. Howard’s doing, by the look of it.

On top of your unique aesthetic on the platform you're also lively to connect with as a writer, which is sad to say, RARE on tumblr. I'd ride or die for Dolores don't you ever forget 🫵😏

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