#tooth--ache

[stagborne]

"Bill, be honest. Smash or pass?"

     𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃   "  𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇   𝐎𝐑   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒  “   𝐅𝐎𝐑   𝐌𝐘   𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐓𝐎   𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑   𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐘   𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓   𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒.   𝐍𝐎   𝐋𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃  .

“The fact you call me Bill should be damning enough.” Will glances him over, partial to blondes it seems. His nose wrinkles. “When you’re being a little pathetic? Smash.” 

[m0il]

you guys can just, like, eat whatever the fuck you want.

ANORA (2023) PROMPTS. || accepting

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHoward's words echo in a room of temporary occupation. At once, twelve pairs of eyes lift to him: a pair that belongs to a human and the rest assigned to beady-eyed creatures. Eleven black centipedes shifts their heads, wiggling on Shay's shoulders as if conspiring among themselves upon receipt of an express permission. Shay raises an eyebrow at Howard; he's uncertain what the man means.

"We don't just eat anything." Shay sounds a bit offended by this haphazard hospitality. "You know I don't." He reminds his counterpart and turns back to the wall he's been staring at. Someone died here two weeks ago, and while a new occupant awaits approval of a new contract, the pair settles here. "They eat spiders. Rot. Sometimes, they want your guts." Shay reaches up to pluck a smaller centipede from his shoulder, regarding the coiling creature briefly before showing it into his mouth. A loud crunch severs the arthropod's body in half and casts its sticky innards across the Omen's tongue. He chews it, mauling its legs before swallowing. His dark tongue flicks over his thin lips.

"Whe'e've you been?"

[bloodsalted]

@tooth--ache || inbox meme reply || yay!

just help me with this, and i'll be out of your hair for good.

dean said no once. leaving sam behind with nothing more than a distraction of looking over the lore to keep him busy always sends up with either a mess on his hands, a pissed off younger brother who figured out he was bullshitting him, or him at the bar drinking away regret before wandering in with an excuse (thus a hangover in the morning) as to why he was gone. sometimes. all three.

this is one of those times where it feels like it's gonna the third one.

putting down a nest of blood sucking dicks was one thing--he's done that plenty of times on his own. john winchester seemed to turn putting ghosts to rest or reminding vampires that they are, in fact, not immortal if the blade's sharp enough. sam expected him to come home from that. usually bloodied up. gross. shower first, answer questions later kind of night.

turning around and taking another job? that's--that's what ends up him up shits creek without a paddle. still.. a sigh's directed at the ground. green eyes squint in thought as a right hand with a silver band wrapped around his finger rubs the back of his head. cropped sandy hair already a mess from the earlier job. he attempts to fix it. fidgeting. measuring. god damn it, he's gonna say--"okay. fine. just this.. and then we're going in two different directions. got it?" FREAKING SUCKER! that's what he is! A SUCKER!

[tragedine]

@tooth--ache ++ this meme.

🚄🍊═══════ Tangerine wipes the thick, bloody rivulets from his upper lip and chin with an equally busted hand. This time, he's gotten done in by some moron who didn't know any better. If only he had his gun ready, but the assassin already spent that entire load on three others. He was stuck in an alleyway a long time before Howard finally decided to bless him with a fucking presence and show up with a car. A carriage for a fucking king! Barely getting into the passenger seat, Tangerine rolls back his head, groaning from his sore, groaning muscles.

"Your job is to drive, not play Mother Theresa. So fuckin' drive, mate!"

[positivitycornerfortheloved]

"@tooth--ache is such a wonderful writing partner to have!! His way of plotting is so engaging and always makes you want to give your best as well; he is such a great partner to have if you want to really push yourself creatively. Howard is such a well thought out OC and has so much depth and details that you could write with him for years and there would still be more to discover. <3"

[il-mostrc]

x // @tooth--ache

“How does it feel when you hit the ground from being in the level of the clouds?” Hannibal the Grim spoke, a smile that ticked the right side of his mouth spreading. There is laughter as Hannibal tends to his destrier. The large horse flares its nostrils at the scene, as if to mock the giant as well. “How did you become a walking tree, Howard?” He knotted a burlap sack to the saddle, cinching it tight against the leather in preparation for moving onwards from the sodden land. Another journey across sloping hills with treacherous paths that marked to be a nuisance from the current rain. The air was cold yet humid, a low fog settled on the lower portion of the valley. He could see vineyards in the distance, he should pay them a visit.

They had settled here for the night, under a canopy of trees that nestled beside a long grass meadow, where the horses all spent their evening grazing. There was evidence of a farm once upon a time. Whoever had worked this land was long gone. A low stone wall ran along the meadow’s border, its mortar crumbling and thick with moss, one section knocked partially to rubble. Howard’s doing, by the look of it.

He’s not going to give in to kinder words just yet. When a moment presents itself, Hannibal is known to give his compliments. He’s always enjoyed Howard’s company; there was no doubt about that. The truth was he had grown fond of the man, enough to have sought him out by name after that business with the brigands on the road.

[duran-duran-esq]

I absolutely enjoy roleplaying with you and seeing her on my dash, bonus when it's Dolores/Harold 😁 Dolores is exactly what I have been craving for in this space with her career-led decisions and her no-nonsense having self (because that's how shenanigans often happen right?? We give her Situations™ and a dumb blond man LMAO)

On top of your unique aesthetic on the platform you're also lively to connect with as a writer, which is sad to say, RARE on tumblr. I'd ride or die for Dolores don't you ever forget 🫵😏

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WHAT A LOVELY MESSAGE TO WAKE UP TO!! pri, i can't express enough how much i love writing with you and howie just UGH you really know how to arrange words in a way that scratches the brain good. it's been a real joy bouncing him and dolores off of each other because on the surface they couldn't be any more different, but they're both kind and funny people going through The Horrors™️ and idk it's special to me. thank u for putting ur weird vampire in my weird ghost story with my weird lawyer and i can't wait to see where they go <3

[gravegotten]

I taught you to fight so you can survive. Not so you can be reckless.

"You're not the only one I've learned from, Howard," She said, a slow smile crossing her mouth, or half of it, the other half was having quite a lot of trouble moving with all the swelling. It would recede quickly, as soon as she forgot that it should be swelling really, bruises would come and go in various stages throughout the weeks. Like healing but not on any timeline that could be pinned down. "If it makes you feel better, I only use the bits you to taught me to survive. And I use the stuff from other people to be reckless. You can rest assured." It was a joke, maybe a poor one from the way he still didn't look all that happy with her. But, hey! She couldn't make everyone happy all the time, right? Right? Lucy leaned back and crossed her arms. Time for a new tactic. "I'm dead as is. It won't make it any worse."