#wnchsr

[sorrowmarked-a]

ELECTRA STARTERS || accepting 

“Lament is a pattern cut and fitted around my mind.” -- @wnchsr

“That’s a real SAT way to say I’m depressed,” Buffy said, flipping another page on cosmo as she popped a potato chip into her mouth. 

[bitchheroine]

@wnchsr​ liked for a starter <3

“Knife tricks and quippy remarks are pretty much my wheelhouse these days, y’know. Not sure I’ve got much more to offer.” And it’s not that someone can’t want to talk to Meg without wanting something from her...but in her experience, more often than not, they do. And it leads her to wonder what a nephil could be after.

[mizogchi]

          “   How did you do that ?   ”  // @wnchsr​

[preempire-a]

@wnchsr​ sent: “Gravity has a hold on me of which I have not the strength to break.” ► FROM EXTREMELY EXHAUSTED STARTERS

Poetry isn’t your forte. “What.”

You left the ship a few hours ago and Kinsley had been lain out on the floor of the hull.

You’ve returned and they’re still lying there.

The Child, concerned, pokes their arm.

“The gravity on this planet isn’t that strong, Kinsley.”

[arachkid]

          “   Sorry about that  ----   I didn’t see you.   ”    // @wnchsr​

[witchsbrand]

@wnchsr​

          “ Bah - I should see if we could get some more chefs here... the food’s been kind of lackluster as of late. “

[spnevils]

     ‘   Who...  ?   ’   Castiel’s  question  trails;  into  thought,  his   stance  unmoving,  having  come  to  a  halt  as  soon  as  the  being  before  him  (Nephilim,  Nephilim,  Nephilim-   grace   buzzing  and  alert)  curls  close  enough  for  them  to  recognize.  Their  edges  are  foil-covered,  gleaming  of  gold  and  screaming  a  creation  tinged  with  his  essence.   The  Seraphim’s  stolen  mouth  goes  dry,  the  rest  of  them  trying  to  process  an  answer.  ‘Who?’,  he’d  asked.  But  now,  it’s  ‘How?’  How  was  that  possible?

     ‘   Who sired you?   ’   The  question  is-  forceful.  Accusatory.  Startled-

@wnchsr,  𝐒𝐂.

[darkflyers-a]

@wnchsr​ : ❝ you’ve unlocked something within me. something kind of gay. i like it. ❞

your face flushes pink, and you rest your cheek against your hand- as if that will make the heat go away. “ h-have i ? ” you smile warmly, gently- taking kinsley’s hands into your own. “ w-when i look at you, i r-remember why this w-world is worth saving, and w-worth fighting for. and i promise to never stop, as long as you’ll be at my side, fighting with me. ”