#inn0cencestrained

[deficd]

@inn0cencestrained

"Why--"

--"Are you yelling?"

[petitsdieu]

˚　　　　✦　　@inn0cencestrained　.　　. 🪐　 ˚　.　　　　 　　.　　　　　　 ✦　　　.　　˚　🌒　　　　. ✦ 　🌍 　　.  @vitalphenomena　 　　　˚　　　　　*　✦ @defideis　　.　　.　　　✦　　˚ 　　　 　　˚　.　*　　. 　˚　　. 𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 —bed, wed, & behead: paul, feyd, luras.

[hell-sam]

Starter for @inn0cencestrained

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It's only been three seconds since Nick stood up from the box he had buried and yet, already, the anxiety had caused him to snap. His fingers, still dirtied with the crumbly soil of the crossroads curled into his palms, a shaken breath escaping him. The man tried his best to release tension from his shoulders, rolling them for a split second before he grabbed at his own head between his hands.

"Where the fuck are you?!" He shrieked, the desperation breaking his voice. "You useless -"

"Watch your tone, empty vessel."

Nick ignored the insult. Not that he really saw it as an insult, it was a truth that he was oh so painfully aware of. The aching emptiness inside him, a hole shaped like his beloved celestial body-snatched. His fingers shifted from the short hairs on his temples to his chest, then to his biceps. Hugging himself subconsciously as he stepped towards the demonic entity shaped like a fragile young man, his gaze predatory as his eyes narrowed and took in the demon's form.

A head shorter than him, and at least twenty pounds lighter. Nick's mind already played around the many ways in which he could've broken this man if it weren't for the red-eyed abomination inhabiting his body. He was aware, of just how frail he was in that moment, yet Nick was unafraid. It was the demon who took a step back despite the hissed-out warning.

"You're like an addict, you know that? You can't keep summoning me every time you get left alone for a couple hours. Sorry, big guy. I can't help you find him." The red-eyed demon shook his head. Giving Nick an apologetic yet amused smile.

"What's the damn point in you? What's the point of being a soul-fetcher with localizing skills if you can't ring up your own boss!"

[xxgotthedevilinsidexx-archived]

@inn0cencestrained Asked:

❝  i’m not heartless,  you know.  i just don’t see the point in wearing it on my sleeve all the time.  ❞ (from bela to Sam)

【༶•⛧┈♛】   ――――    Sam's   brow   furrowed   as   he   studied   Bela's   face,   searching   for   any   hint   of   deception.   But   her   green   eyes   held   his   gaze   steadily,   a   hint   of   challenge   in   their   depths.   ❝   Right,   ❞   Sam   scoffed,   crossing   his   arms.   ❝   Because   you're   just   brimming   with   empathy   under   that   cold   exterior.   ❞   A   part   of   him   wanted   to   believe   her   but   experience   had   taught   him   it   was   much   wiser   to   not   believe   a   word   that   fell   from   her   lips. 

The   younger   Winchester   grabbed   his   book   off   the   table   before   looking   back   over   to   Bela.   ❝   I   have   a   hard   time   believing   that.   Reason   one,   your   lips   are   moving.   ❞   He   took   his   book   over   and   settled   into   a   worn   armchair   across   the   room,   pointedly   opening   the   tome   and   burying   his   nose   in   its   pages.   Dean   was   going   to   get   a   ear   full   for   leaving   him   alone   with   her. 

[deliciousfear]

"Sorry, I couldn't sleep."

Penny offers, his voice low and rough. His head tilted down as he spoke, not looking right up at her like he normally would. His dirty hands are slightly shaking as he tried to wash them off.

@inn0cencestrained // closed.

[impercre]

@inn0cencestrained cont X

He did not like that. The sound of his full name felt wrong sliding out of her mouth. Often it was just Feyd now a sign of their new intimacy. He did not even call of think of her as 'The Princess' now, she was simply 'Irulan' or Kulta and Sydänkäpy.

He liked less the way his question had affected her. It had just been simple curiosity brought on by both the Atreides and their fey comments and jokes. Irulan was clever and understood this new world of the Bene Gesserit. He had trusted her to explain it in a way he could understand as an outsider. He was tempted to withdraw the question completely on that account alone but everything she says makes him restless and he even pulls away from her hand. When has he ever done that?

That name shoots through him like ice. Margot. He’d never intended to tell Irulan of her. He had always liked older women, had sought them out in the Harkonnen pleasure wings and not always to bed but sometimes seeking the kind of comfort only a motherless child could crave. Margot had been older but with her golden hair and Bene Gesserit training she had reminded Feyd of the princess. It had in the past few months become a source of embarrassment for Feyd especially now that he and Irulan had grown closer. In his memory Margot seemed less and less like Irulan just as Irulan was more than what a callow youth’s infatuation had made her out to be.

But he also wasn’t thinking of Margot as he listened to Irulan explain, not completely. He was thinking of the Baron, of sex without pleasure. He’d thought Margot had liked him, that he’d won her over. But he was an object. A thing to be used. Object. And in his mind he heard a deep, basso voice calling him things like 'darling' and 'beautiful'.

"Animals," He said hissing the words. "I'm not an animal!" He stood and began to pace the room the way he always did when agitated. "Am I that to you? Is that why you keep me?"

[neverhangd]

@inn0cencestrained | prev

Elizabeth doesn’t slow—for that, Anne’s grateful. The badgering she could’ve done without, though. Bleeding out is fine, as long as she goes down swinging…but Elizabeth makes a good point. She’ll lead the fuckers right back to them with her staggering about, blood smears from holding her wound then touching a wall littering the way up towards them, and that’s not mentioning the trail of blood that’s dripped between her fingers and down her body to the dirty cobblestone below.

“Fuck!” She manages not to scream the word, at least, knocking her head back against the stone wall behind her. It’s a tight alley and they’ve stopped midway down: bad for an escape, good for a hide. With a strangled, angry cry, Anne relents. She fixes eyes of natural sea glass green on Elizabeth that shine almost as much as the sweat on her face. “Hope ye know how t’do this. It’s—fucking tricky, and I can’t get it myself.”

Anne whips the shirt off over her head and almost immediately shoves a part of it into her mouth, using that as a gag to muffle her scream. Unexpected fire rips through her side where the fuckers got her, growing worse now that it’s been exposed to the open air. She makes no move towards modesty, shirt off and tits exposed, panting from running and pain and probably blood loss. She locks eyes with Elizabeth and nods, dropping the shirt from her mouth to roll it into a better gag.

“Be quick or be dead, aye?”

[storyuntrue]

@inn0cencestrained: I just don't understand how you don't miss me? (From Bela to Dean. I apologize, she’s a shit)

It   takes   him   a   couple   of   beats   before   he   can   respond   to   her   question.   Eyes   empty,   eyebrows   scrunched,   head   tilted,   Dean   stares   at   the   female,   as   if   daring   her   for   those   few   moments   to   take   her   own   words   back.   “Miss   you?   Seriously?   Not   only   have   you   actively   worked   against   me   and   my   brother   on   a   handful   of   occasions,   you   stole   46   thousand   dollars   from   me.”   The   accusations   fly   out   of   him,   his   hand   twitching   to   reach   for   the   gun   tucked   behind   his   belt,   pressing   into   his   back.   “So,   no.   I   don’t   miss   you.   The   only   thing   that   I   could   miss   in   this   situation   is   that   goddamn   money.”