#psych1cwound

[iobartach]

@psych1cwound [lola] // short thing starter

Time ticks, and with it travels the prolonging of his ambitions, returning to his roots. To the seamless blending of outwardly incompatible species, made possible thanks to his own ingenious efforts. Through a self-inflicted, involuntary trial, as much as anything deliberate. But, the results had been worth the excruciating torment suffered. He had felt better than he had ever been. And sought to iterate from there.

But, in order to enhance his altered condition further, he needed to explore options. To assess what worked and what didn't, preferably by studying what others had attempted before him, and what results were achieved. And whilst it was more than likely that he could uncover such findings in his own home reality, Miguel still had the use of a very important tool; his dimensional gizmo, retained rather than handed back to the one who succeeded him as leader of the Society. He'd hardly given the place much thought since leaving.

As after all, he'd found something much more important to take care of, and that being none other than a daughter, for whom he'd do anything for.

Spurred on by a wish to look after his Gabriella, he takes a walk, passing between worlds to arrive in another dimension. In a lab, it seemed, a place that stank of formaldehyde and other chemicals, as if trying to mask the stench of decay, of matter itself expiring. He had entertained a stray temptation once, to see what information, if any, could be gleamed from the dissection of one of his failures, early attempts at taking his gene imprinting technique and using it to enhance the human condition. But, a lack of practice, exasperated by spending a number of years away from a lab, along with a few amateur mistakes, had foiled his initial efforts, and instead of wasting more valuable resources, he had returned to his theories and notes.

Strolling by a table, a desire to learn saw clawed hands venture towards scattered notes, scrawled handwriting that's left in between beakers and other apparatuses, left strewn about rather than packed away. It had him wondering if the person who worked here was messy, or--

They hadn't yet left.

Suspecting the latter to be the case, brown brows are seen to furrow as he scanned the dimly lit space. Anticipating an ambush, but from what direction?

Maybe above?

[embodies]

ASK MEME TAG. ALWAYS ACCEPTING. “i thought i'd find you here. get up. ”

@psych1cwound. dean winchester & vivienne vendetta.

dried blood crusts between his mouth and the ground, a string of crimson still linking him to it where it had perhaps freshly trickled. if sam were here ( and the winchester sure hopes it never has to come to that ) he might comment something witty, you look like you've got ten rounds with mike tyson. after securing his safety, of course. when bruised eye sockets blink their gaze open, dean finds himself face to face not with the hefty boots of his prior tormentor but a set of heels, stiletto - thin and tapping impatiently. the strain of looking up and recognising the demon is more pain than relief : he's literally gone through hell, and not for the first time.

❛ th' fuck do you want ? ❜ the words come out in a struggle past the swollen expanse of his lip, rolling tentatively over onto his back. his ribs have definitely endured some duress, fingertips gingerly touching at a spot where one feels cracked. torture is a bitch. ❛ y'here to— sweeten the pot or rub it in deeper, huh ? ❜ bravado comes out in weighty pants, a thrice dead man with nothing to lose. it wouldn't be the first time he's been pulled out of hell, though he fervently wishes it would be the last. he looks up at her with bloodied teeth and broken nose. ❛ whatever it is, get it over with. ❜

[v4vile-a]

⠀ ⠀LYING SPRAWLED across an unmade bed,⠀ ⠀mold creeping over and clinging to the ceiling above⠀ ⠀——⠀ ⠀chris hums a tune to himself.⠀ ⠀he holds a bic ballpoint to his inner left arm,⠀ ⠀intricately doodling any picture or words that come to his mind.⠀ ⠀YEAH,⠀ ⠀SEX IS GREAT BUT HAVE YOU EVER FUCKED THE SYSTEM?⠀ ⠀chris finishes it up with a smiley face.⠀ ⠀he then rolls over,⠀ ⠀his head falling against jade's chest.⠀ ⠀and absentmindedly,⠀ ⠀he begins to draw on her too.

FOR JADE DOOM N’ GLOOM, @psych1cwound.

⠀ ⠀❛⠀ when are you gonna put me in your zine?⠀ ❜⠀ ⠀chris doesn't pause to stop drawing,⠀ ⠀but carries on as if he'd simply asked what the time was.⠀ ⠀this is what chris and jade's life looks like on most days while he is in los angeles,⠀ ⠀surfacing only around mid-noon to get ready for a gig that they may or may not have forgotten about.⠀ ⠀chris knows he has to snap out of it. but between jade and the beer and the marijuana,⠀ ⠀IT IS HIGHLY UNLIKELY.⠀ ⠀❛⠀ i've always wanted to be someone's muse⠀ ❜

[divinetenebris-movedarchived]

@psych1cwound asked: you couldn't pay me to go down there. / ivanna @ adella

"Yet here we are, poised to go down said there. It's not like we have a lot of choices past this. We've checked the entire rest of the house." Adella pointed it out with this note of hesitation intermingled with her playful nature. It was a clear cover-up. She too felt some sort of trepidation at standing at the top of the stairs down to that basement.

[divinetenebris-movedarchived]

@psych1cwound asked: i am an appetite. nothing more. / riley @ stza

He had heard this thought process before. While his family was nowhere near some sort of Big Vampire family, they did make contact with others from time to time. And this was a sentiment heard by, in Stza's experience, usually newer and fresher Vampires. Ones more like him. "Shouldn't boil yourself down to basic instincts. You weren't that before, I'm sure."

[divinetenebris-movedarchived]

@psych1cwound asked: it's worth celebrating your adventure. i envy you. / sophia @ barbara

there's hesitation in barbara as the hand with the drink in it freezes for just a second. envy. adventure. was that worthy of someone like her? was that worthy of someone of the dead? "we doesn't enjoy some adventure in their life, huh?" barbara asked in return, a nod to follow and clinking her glass to sophia's. "cheers."

[divinetenebris-movedarchived]

@psych1cwound asked: please don't judge me for what i'm about to do. / sophia @ aurelia

"think it would be damn hypocritical of me of all people to judge someone for anything." despite his words, there was still some hesitation in the tone. the fear of unknown could get to anyone. succubi included apparently. "just don't, you know, unsummon me or something. or hurt yourself, please and thank you."

[heldgirl]

@psych1cwound sent . . . from freddie: whose beer am i drinking? / [ ACCEPTING. ]

velma stands with her arms fused to her sides . . . careful to take up as little space as humanly possible as she surveys her fellow partygoers from a very cramped corner. she would say she has no idea how she ended up here at some off-campus party house the night before an 8am class, but . . . she'd be lying. though she makes a big deal of seeming annoyed by their antics, it's getting harder and harder to say no to the likes of freddie and shaggy. [ and she's keen to dragging herself out of bed no matter how little sleep she got the night before. ]

she's been alone for about fifteen minutes by the time freddie grooves back over to her. she's a few sips from totally gone, velma observes. and that's not her being judgmental; that's just her stating facts.

❝ — the prodigal puck jockey returns. ❞ she drawls, a small smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. before she can continue, freddie asks a classically intelligent question. one of her brows quirks upward. she's not a big drinker period . . . but beer tastes like absolute piss. where are the fruity little mini - umbrella drinks when you need them ? ❝ my hope would be yours, but you were gone for awhile. wouldn't you rather have something that tastes good ? ❞