#redlied

[huntersandletters]

redlied replied to your post: how is it that he just needs to see the name...

abaddon: winks

henry: frowns

[deanmcn]

/kicks her feet up into his lap

[oncesith]

hey how ya doin' lil mama lemme whisper in yo ear .... / it's free real estate /

remove yourself from my personal bubble.

[viciousgold]

❝ when people get desperate, the knives come out. ❞

“And I’m assuming it’s that particular knife you’re desperate for.” Marisa murmured quietly, as though she even had to be quiet. They both knew that Abaddon was the only one who could hear her. That they knew of, at least. “The good thing about my situation is that I can be anywhere I want and I hear everything because no one sees me. I know exactly who has the first blade and where it is. It would be easy for me to obtain it.” 

[gatekeepcr]

    @redlied​ asked: 🔪 + 7 cut my muse in the waist

eyes bore into the woman before her , the one brandishing a silver knife before her eyes. though her heart is hammering against her ribs , gemma does her best to show no fear. her gaze remains fixed upon the redhead , back straight to show she has no intention of backing down. it’s all about power , or at least , the illusion of it. so she doesn’t move , doesn’t flinch , doesn’t make a sound. even when abaddon moves at seemingly inhuman speeds , the blade slashing through her jeans and across the skin of her waist. she stifles any noise at the sudden sting and outpouring of blood that soaks into the denim of her jeans.

ʺ ―― you bitch.  ʺ   she counters , though she knows her gun is in her purse , way too far away for her to reach it in time to be useful. so instead she steps back , putting some space between them. ʺ  what do you want from me ?  ʺ

[deanmcn]

you’re hurting me. / whOOPS MY HAND SLIPPED

“ hahh– ya been feeding that bullshit to all of your victims or is it just me?.”  he had lunged forward, with a powerful punch once; twice and many more. she is bleeding but still standing proud and it pisses him off. dean attacked again but this time he tackles and pins her into the dirt. this time the first blade comes to play, she won’t survive for long against such thing. he needed to get her in a weak position and he damn succeeded, rip her throat out with his weapon. “ should’ve stayed dead.”  the voice comes rough and guttural as the tip of the bone cuts a shallow wound against her skin. 

miscellaneous angst starters ( accepting. ) @redlied

[morelikepettydabbler]

“I know you’re good at what you do.”

misc angst starters | accepting

“you sound a lot less worried about that then you should.” he’s heard about this one, though. underestimating her could mean ending up in hell a lot sooner than he was ready for. “you come for something or should i just give you a quick trip back to hell?”

[featheirs]

@redlied​​​    ✦ ° 。* sc

“  demons,   seem  to  all  have  the  same  motivations.  ”  the  words  are  pressed,    weighted   with   frustration.   it  seemed   that    for  every  fire  that  the  winchesters  put   out,   another   IGNITED.  “   FRANKLY,    it’s  quite  boring.      destroy,     kill,      torture.   all  for   what  ?   enlighten me.”