#sftrinside

[milleroptimism]

@sftrinside

It's like she's talking to a younger version of herself. "Grab your shit, kid. I'm busting you out."

[benbraeden]

nadia saw that her benjamin was offering kisses and is now (not-so) humbly requesting some of her own please and thank you xoxoxoxo

[benbraeden]

the only reason why the shapeshifter knows of nadia's phone number, is because ben has recounted and retyped her number into his burner phone time and time again. the shapeshifter can practically feel in himself how the braeden has grown fond of her, it makes the creature want to recoil. but there's a softer side of him, that he never carved out before, that seems to have shine a spotlight on her. he patiently waits for the phone to click, before a smile 'dons on his features and he replies, the same level of timbre that ben holds, "hey, you." @sftrinside.

[zuhaus]

🌸 to jelly from fishie!!

your affection, accepting. / @sftrinside !

> 🌸  to  offer  my  muse  a  flower.

they're sat in the grass just a few meters away from the entrance to the clubhouse. sun is up and out but they're safely resting in the shade of one of the trees. watching clouds and making up shapes, eating way too many cookies and drinking lemonade. about time for a nice afternoon nap. jami assumed willow was gonna read her book while she got some rest but after she laid down and her view is nothing but a bright blue sky, a small purple flower comes into her field of vision. johnny-jump up. five petals. the purple bleeds into white towards the middle and then some yellow. this one has some dark purple strands as well. it's a pretty one. she gets why willow picked it out. hand reaches up to take it from her, gratefull & flustered smile spreads across her features. bringing it up to her nose, she gives it a brief smell before letting it rest in her hand on her stomach. free one comes up to her chin, falt and fingertips touching it before moving it away, mouthing what she is signing at the same time: thank you.

[milleroptimism]

📸

(you definitely didn’t tell me to send this to you for avi)

Send “PHOTOGRAPHY” or 📸 to see 2 to 5 pictures my muse has taken of yours.

[harvhells]

it's  a  close  call.      —      too  goddamn  close.    hands  claw  across  dirt  for  hatchet  accidentally  discarded  in  their  tumble  downwards  while  the  sharp  teeth  of  the  creature  looming  above  him  snarl  and  gnash,    going  straight  in  for  the  jugular.  bill  momentarily  wonders  if  this  is  it:      his  final  curtain  call    (  for  good  this  time  around  )      …      but  then  determined  fingers  too  stubborn  to  die  curl  around  cool  metal  and  he  swipes  blade  fast.  no  mercy.  beast  suddenly  falls  limp  and  the  hunter  grunts  through  another  wince  as  he  quickly  shoves  at  deadweight  before  it  buries  him  beneath  them.  game  over.  he  can't  tell  if  he's  relieved  or  disappointed.  

heavy  breaths  fill  the  sudden  silence  as  the  elder  regathers  and  he  musters  the  strength  to  pull  himself  back  to  his  feet.  bones  ache,  but  he's  used  to  that.  they  always  ache.      "requiescat  in  pace."      latin  words  are  no  louder  than  a  gruff  murmur:    quiet  moment  of  reflection  spared  for  fallen  creature  because  almost  every  monster  still  used  to  be  a  man  once  and  no  one  understands  that  better  than  a  harvelle.  he  never  likes  taking  a  life  even  when  he  has  to.      "they're  gone."      he  speaks  to  the  person  he  just  saved  this  time,    attention  finally  turning  on  @sftrinside.      "what  are  y'  even  doin'  out  this  far  all  by  y'self?"      question  sounds  more  like  a  rough,  harsh  accusation  and  he  doubts  the  blood  splatter  on  worn  features  offers  much  comfort  either.  bill  still  hasn't  completely  re-adjusted  to  communicating  with  people  again.  years  spent  trapped  inside  his  own  head  by  hellspawn  erased  those  skills.  it  happens.

starter  call.        still  accepting.

[zuhaus]

“Don’t touch her!” FROM WILLOW TO DAISY XOXOXOXO

protecc, accepting. / @sftrinside !

between growling and howling, screaming and shouting, a little voice disrupts all of that. she had run headfirst into a pack of wolves because lip and willow were in danger. the frantic phone call from the 12 year old was enough to get her running and she hadn't stopped for even a second to properly think this through - she should have, she realized that now that she was outside the bounds of the compound, face to face with a wolf who's looking at her like they hadn't eaten in weeks. heart is pounding while whoever was standing in front of her bared their teeth and snarled at her. still, she stood her ground. hands balled to fists at her side but not up. her technique's gotten better but she's not going to fistfight a wolf.

willow's yell is what pulls her focus away and daisy glances over her shoulder only to see the girl stomp past her - the blonde reaching for her to stop her but she slips from her finger tips and the next second the wolf goes flying like it had just gotten hit by a big gush of wind. they yelp and daisy winces. she's not sure whether to be proud and impressed or terrified. " holy fuck - " green eyes lingering on the scene in front of her, she grabs hold of willow's arm to pull her back. once facing her, daisy signs with her free hand. we have to go. come on. lip should be around here somewhere as well. he was just here. arm is released and hand grasped tightly instead so she can make sure they both make it back to the safety of the compound.

[zuhaus]

💔 for whoever makes your little heart hurt the least (or the most either way)

for happiness-haters, accepting. / @sftrinside !

5. My muse coming to yours after they’ve been critically injured.

this shit keeps happening. every time they think they're finally catching a break, something new comes around the corner to quite literally haunt them or ruin things. of course, she had to marry into the winchester family so now she found herself in the middle of these things more often than not. though now she has even more reason to fight to get back home.

they'd left before making sure they had finished the job which would come back to bite them in the ass sooner or later. once the coast was clear, savannah started to push herself back up on her feet. or rather, foot because the other one feels pretty busted. her head is throbbing as well but by far the worst injury of all is the stab wound to her abdomen. the only silver lining was that they left her with the knife and she wasn't about to pull that out.

one hand by the wound to keep it somewhat stabilized, the other is used to support herself on the wall as she begins to limp towards the door. manages to make it quite the way, hoping to either find the exit or someone on their side. just as her vision was starting to blur with black spots popping up, she makes out another figure at the end of the hallway. after a few heavy blinks, she finally recognizes who it was. " ellie " called out yet her voice was breathy. she feels pain all over and the warmth at her side probably isn't a good sign. " i need help - "