#rottenache

[wantdead]

starter call / he had no idea how to confront him ; they were both at the scene when he lost his family. and no matter how hard he'd tried, it wasn't enough. ELLEN & JO WERE DEAD. and the aftermath of that had yet to take into effect. seeing the eldest son soon after he got his family killed. he got up from his seat, but he didn't move from where he stood. and for the first time, dean was at a loss for what to say ... " will, I ... " / @rottenache [ william h. ]

[archive-benbraeden]

the abandoned warehouse reeks of stale ozone and rust, tucked in a forgotten forest with the makeshift harvelle safehouse for stranded hunters. a box fan hums uselessly in the corner, swirling the same stale heat around and the barely there hint of wool blankets that were left behind for a hunter to salvage and tuck into for a good night's sleep. light slants through the shattered windows skyward. ben rolls up his sleeves with the kind of tension that makes the silence in the room heavy. his shirt sticks to his back, his ribs still ache from the last exorcism. the demon was reluctant to confess about william's deal, but once ruby got into the room, the damn thing sang like a canary.

the table before him now is cluttered with maps, salt cartridges, old radio schematics, an old hunter's journal duct taped an old leather bound book like a terrible joke jude put together. the others stand in a loose arc around the table, the air between charged and expectant. the braeden lifts a hand and taps the center of the map, an intersection deep into the woods; also abandoned, forgotten by gps, but not by the creatures that still lurk in the shadows at night.

"the shifter. we'll meet it here." jude whistles low, ben ignores him. "it's been tailing me for years, always a step behind because it can't grab memories until it settles. it only downloads the old stuff. that's why it always shows up a day too late on our hunts when we're already the hell outta dodge." ... @hcrv3lles, @rottenache, @darknesshunted

[pankosmios-girl]

# for EDDIE

What your muse’s name is in mine’s phone: Eddie

What your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone:

What your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone: tears - sabrina carpenter (no contest hands down only option locked in answer)

My muse’s last text to your muse: [TEXT] i would love to hear about different moth species

[saralans]

██   HARVELLE   ,   OUTGOING.  i'll  be  in  +  out.  i  got  this.

██   @rottenache   ,   INCOMING.  i'm  getting  worried.

██   HARVELLE   ,   OUTGOING.  aww,  you  were  worried  about  me. ██   HARVELLE   ,   OUTGOING.  you're  cute. ██   HARVELLE   ,   OUTGOING.  i  could  be  unconscious  +  still  kick  the  ass  of  a  few  neighborhood  rent-a-thugs.  but  thanks.

[millsregium]

[ TXT ] :   have you been taking care of yourself? from odessa m.

[ TXT : ODESSA MUYNE ] : yeah

[ TXT : ODESSA MUYNE ] : i'm okay. you don't have to worry about me

[millsregium]

[ TXT ] :   don't come to the roadhouse yet. i'll explain later. from william h.

[ TXT : WILLIAM HARVELLE ] : ??? that's vague

[ TXT : WILLIAM HARVELLE ] : is everyone okay?

[saralans]

██  𝗪𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗠ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑒  ,  STARTER  CALL.  she  knew  what  desperation  smelled  like  +  when  it  was  mixed  with  as  much  anticipatory  grief   as  wallace  carried,  it  didn't  just  linger  -  it  clung.   you'd  think  the  younger  harvelle  would  know  how   not  to  raise  suspicion,  but  lately  ?  he'd  made  it  easy.  he  was  almost  himself  just   ...  slightly  misaligned.   a  kid  who,  by  the  looks  of  it,  thought  he  had  complete  control  over  something  he   didn't  even  understand.

it  started  with  the  questions.  things  that  were  supposed  to  feel  casual  but  were,  in  reality,  loaded  with  meaning.   then  came  the  overcorrection  -   answers  that  came   too  fast,  explanations  that  were  a  little  too  neat,  shifts  in  conversation  that  felt   preemptive   +   premeditated.  disappearances  she  could  set  her  watch  to  followed  up  with  a  rotation  of  four  or  five  lazy   excuses  meant  to  explain  away  an  absence  nobody  really  noticed.  instinct  screamed  at  her  but  she  couldn't  go  to  @rottenache   with  a  gut  feeling.  if  she  was  wrong  ...  SHE'D  WALK  AWAY.   but  if  she  wasn't  ?  she  needed  to  know  HOW  BAD  IT  WAS   before  she  said  a  word.

fingers  peel  the  corner  on  the  label  of  her  beer,  REM's  losing  my  religion  playing  low  in  the  background.  it  was  just  them.  the  last  patron  had  snuck  out  thirty  minutes  ago,  leaving  behind  the  peace  that  followed  the  chaos  of  a  friday  night.  she  let  it  linger  a  beat  or  two  longer  before  she  shattered  the  illusion  with  a  wrecking  ball.   ❛  i  followed  wallace.  i  needed  to  know  if  i  was  wrong.  ❜   face  softens  before  she  pulls  her  gaze  from  bar  to  william.  ❛  i  really  wish  i  was.  ❜

[pankosmios-girl]

# for carson

What your muse’s name is in mine’s phone: 💋✨loml 💖👯‍♀️

What your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone:

What your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone: Bed Chem - Sabrina Carpenter (she also sometimes changes it to Busy Woman or Go Go Juice)

My muse’s last text to your muse: [TEXT] i think you might actually be my soulmate