#unlament

[vvitchlings]

unlament asked: ✨ : a blog whose energy makes the RPC brighter! 🍂 : someone who consistently spreads kindness! ʚ   A POSITIVITY MEME  

✨ : a blog whose energy makes the RPC brighter!

i actually do know @gloomglimmer. and i know they are a rpc resource page but i've always really enjoyed how kind they are and how they try to help others. i also know that bea isn't a judgmental person or unkind human. there is a lot of love that bea has to offer to fellow mutuals so. big fan always.

🍂 : someone who consistently spreads kindness!

kindness wise i would say i gotta give it to @f1ameheir. mal is the sweetest person. and i feel very at home in the little group of tog writers that are here but the moment she saw my blog she showed instant excitement about it. mal is a wonderful person. hugely recommended.

[bloodsalted]

@unlament -- you have no idea how much i just cracked up!! omg.

[lordheis]

dream. one of our characters visits the other in a dream. (amelia vc: hi 😌)

it is one of the same recurring nightmares, as it always has been. THIS MACHINE WAS NOT BUILT TO DREAM. but in the same notion, this man was not designed to follow any rules imposed upon him. never. against his very nature, lord heisenberg laid in a restless sleep, twitching, fighting, dreaming of a world where everything moved with silent urgency. familiar, yet warped under a harsher, critical lens. the picture came into view : the romanian village, a summer from long ago, and a vicious heat. an unnatural heat. it pulsated through the very earth, like the ovens and furnaces heisenberg tended to from his own factory floors ; day in, day out.

civilians stormed the dirt paths, arms extended, fingers flexed forward. they were marching, reaching, going towards the church -- what the fuck were they searching for ?! -- karl had no desire to know. for in this dream, he was younger, more vulnerable. his hair shaped an interesting blend ; once a mousey brown, now with roots glinting on grey. his skin was more pale, his figure lighter ... his eyes shone with an innocence long forgotten. karl fought through the crowd of villagers, sliding between moving bodies. there was a distant silhouette he could make out -- further away, remaining still amongst the chaos. an escape. an answer. karl felt himself urged to move forward. for a moment, he could almost recognize ... ? " a -- amelia ? " youthful tone calls out with desperation. " amelia! please, amelia, HELP ! "

[remmickofficial]

head tilts, long hair tumbling in waves to thighs, as she walks along forest's edge — scent of magnolia & blackberries linger in her wake. fingertips glide o'er nearby rosebushes, ghosting 'pon petals scarlet & soft, 'till body turns. ❝ mister remmick, ❞ voice calls, similar to curious croon. ❝ do you have a favorite flower? ❞

A predator's eyes track the foolish thing wandering alone in the forest at this hour, eyes narrowing to slits as Remmick ponders the why. He's settled against a thick tree trunk, banjo in his lap and strumming quietly in the darkness of the woods. In a spot most people wouldn't wander so freely at this late an hour. Remmick blinks, one brow lifting at the sudden question. Sleepwalker? Haint? He sniffs the air, frown tugging at his lips as he studies the woman who knows his name. "Odd question to be askin' a feller but I've a fondness for primrose, if ya must know," he supplies, gaze narrowing in suspicion. Could a favorite flower be used against him? People have tried all sorts of strange things to bind the vampire, so why not?

[estarion]

meow .......... :')

sorry . . . we're dead !　( w. @unlament )

[bloodsalted]

amelia vc: dean! how have you been? i made some apple pie, if you’d like a slice … ? in honor of tonight’s full moon, of course.

pie? she said pie. son of a bitch! dean's mouth fills with water, his stomach rumbles as a reminder he's not eaten since last night. breaking a 12+ hour fast with home made apple pie? god damn it! that's temptation in a freaking crust! witch pie though. creepy forest witch pie.

still.

pie.

tongue sweeps over his lips and he cautiously agrees. with one warning. "i swear if it turns me into a toad or somethin'. we're gonna have issues."

[chyremn]

@unlament said: cas, i miss you. visit soon, please. 🦋

his own name had left her like a prayer ; not heard with his ears, no, but heard from someplace deeper within him. tender words finding him, rather than the other way around. and now, castiel appears behind her. entrance feather-soft and calm ─ with only the slight, downy flutter of wings to announce the angel's arrival. ' . . . amelia. ' when her name is spoken, it's quiet. careful. not wishing to startle her with his presence.

' i am here now. i . . . wasn't aware that my absence would be felt so distinctively. how are you ? '

[bykacie]

gives forrest a four-leaf clover. <3

@unlament

The two of them had quietly been hunting through the grass together. Not together in the sense that they were looking for the same thing, or even standing next to each other or talking. They were just together in a sense that only they could understand. Forrest was watching bugs, and he wasn’t quite sure what Amelia was up to. But he could always ask later.

He jumps just a little when she comes over, only because he had been so caught up in the way a worm was wiggling around. But once he gets over that, he recognizes that she’s offering something to him.

“Four leaves?” She’s offering it out to him, but he still won’t touch it. As if he might wreck it. “You’ve gotta keep it. That’s good luck!”