#gankmonsters

[wantdead]

starter call / smaking his chest with the back of his hand, " — what the fuck? dude, i earned that money! " / @gankmonsters [ sam ]

[silvercrested]

my muse catches your muse’s wrist before they can walk away , voice softer now. “…don’t go." @gankmonsters

THEY’D BEEN AT THIS CONSTANT back & forth game of hot & cold. the moment one of them let their guard down or shared even a sliver of vulnerability , softness became replaced with something far colder — more DETACHED. running from feelings before heartbreak & disappointment even had the chance to catch up. it wasn’t entirely his fault. something had shifted in her ever since returning from the grave. that charismatic girl with the big bright smile had transformed into something more aggrieved & safeguarded.

he’d snapped at her — hell , maybe she deserved it. yet , before allison can get too far.. fingers coil around tiny wrist , keeping her in place. attention’s averted towards him , utter befuddlement taking over feminine features as DESPERATION practically bleeds through that gruff timbre of his. & just like that , dean winchester’s hard exterior drops , emitting a tenderness foreign to most ( maybe even to himself. ) the agitation in honey colored hues softens , throat flexing with another hard swallow before the words finally fall passed the swell of pretty lips , “then give me a reason to stay ..” & maybe , just maybe — it would be enough.

[gankdemonsarc]

bitch.

"jerk."

[elenaes]

❛  when were you going to tell me?  ❜

ㅤㅤshe chews on her bottom lip for a moment, trying to come up with a good answer. but she knows she can't, because there isn't one. she has a weak reason at best, and it's selfish at worst. dark gaze finally flits back over to him, heart aching at the sight. she desperately wants to keep him out of this, away from the danger ⸻ the threat that flows through her very veins. she finally sighs, arms folding over her chest protectively. ❛ probably never, dean, ❜ she states softly. ❛ or at least, i would've put it off as long as possible. ❜ the admission sounds even worse when spoken aloud, lips pressing together in frustration aimed inwards. ❛ look, it's just . . . you have so much on your plate even without adding my problems to it, and too many people are already at risk because of me. i really don't want you to be added to that list, dean. so. can you please look the other way this time? ❜

prompt.

[lumiiiscornermoved]

positivity for @gankmonsters from anonymous

for @gankmonsters (and many other blogs) lilly is an actual fiend. an incredible writer and also hilarious? every time they make a new blog I get super excited to see their take on the character. they're never not a vibe ooc, too. easy to talk to and matches energy like a champ. I find myself cheering whenever I see them on my dash.

[woundedhearts]

@gankmonsters . . .

to the untrained ear, the hitching of dean’s breath could be brushed aside as momentary squandering in attempts for him to find the right words.. but ruby knows. she read it all over his face, mossy gaze fixed to her forearm rather than daring to meet her own. it seems he can’t bring himself to say what it is.. what they’ve been doing together. it was almost heartbreaking seeing him this way. rejecting the very thing that made him so special. all angst-filled and guilt-addled, self-pity practically dripping from the hunter’s pores as he calls to her.

dean asks for more and in an instant she’s at his side, gruff exterior melting into something more cautious.. nurturing even, in its own twisted little way. a hand reaches up to rest against angular jaw, a gentleness only reserved for these moments.. ushering the sacrificial lamb straight into the welcoming arms of slaughter. baby steps, she thinks. a little coddling could go a long way if it’s done just right.

“ it’s okay to admit it, you know. that you need it.. ” the demon coos, dark eyes a vacuous vortex of their own, threatening to consume him as she drinks in the sight of his desperation. “ —it’s okay to admit how it makes you feel. ” she pauses, stealing her hand away in favor of plucking a small knife from the holster resting at her upper thigh. ruby presses the hilt of the blade into the hunter’s palm in a calculated movement, offering a small nod of reassurance.

[woundedhearts]

@gankmonsters

“ i just want to help you from time to time.. that’s all. ” her once cheeky timbre toughens, angling at something more grave. if she wanted to earn his trust she would have to lay down a few of her own bargaining chips. she’s been following him for some time now, knows the eldest winchester is the more stab-happy of the two and would prefer to work her own kind of deal with as few blemishes to her meat suit as possible so.. “ and, if you let me.. there’s something in it for you. ”

[arcforbaes]

[ clean ] sender cleans blood off of receiver's body. from sam w.

                   there's   a   ringing   in   her   ears   that   won't   go   away.     in   fact,   it   keeps   getting   louder.     drowning   out   everything   but   the   faint   dripping   noise   coming   all   the   away   from   outside   the   abandoned   factory.     a   twenty-something   lies   flat   on   his   back   on   the   dirt,   eyes   open   wide   and   unseeing.     dead.     because   caroline   had   killed   him.         ❝       i'm   so   sorry,         ❞         she   whispers   brokenly,   damp   eyes   focused   on   the   crimson   stain   on   her   skirt   of   her   dress.     it'd   been   pretty   once,   before   she'd   ruined   it   with   dirt   &   blood.     caroline   slowly   drags   her   gaze   up   to   meet   sam's   &   hates   the   all   too   familiar   glint   in   his   eyes.     sadness.     pity.       she's   been   on   the   receiving   end   of   those   far   too   many   times   not   to   recognize   it.         ❝       i   didn't   mean   to.   .   .         ❞         she   finds   herself   trying   to   explain. 

                    it   all   happened   too   fast:    she   was   waiting   for   sam   to   meet   her   at   the   rendezvous   spot   when,   out   of   nowhere,   the   kid―who   didn't   seem   to   be   much   older   than   her―jumped   out   in   front   of   her   with   a   syringe   full   of   dead   man's   blood.       caroline   blinked   and   it   was   over.       the   syringe   had   been   thrown   somewhere   into   the   woods,   she   had   blood   dripping   down   her   chin   &   the   poor,   nameless   kid   was   gone. as   she   finishes   her   retelling,   caroline   realizes   sam   is   still   gently   cleaning   her   face.       his   movements   are   gentle   &   soothing,   which   makes   her   cry   for   a   completely   different   reason.       she   doesn't   deserve   this.         ❝       don't   be   nice   to   me,         ❞         caroline   croaks   out,   jerking   her   chin   out   of   his   hold   &   dropping   her   eyes   to   her   shoes.         ❝       i'm   a   monster,   sam.       a   cold   -   blooded   killer.         ❞         

  MEME : accepting. - @gankmonsters