i will devour you

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞

[waywardera]

hi hello !

luna. she/her. pst. twenty7. waywardera holds the collection of my original characters that serve under a creature verse. they also may be put into play in any plot concerning the cw's supernatural.

independent. semi-selective. cross over friendly.

this blog features studies in the mundane, the bizarre, and everything in between.

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castiel / @wingedthursday

jessica moore / @reviived

[waywardera]

currently screaming, crying, bawling into my pillow because i binge watched smth i definitely should have paced and i just need all the hurt/comfort pls tnx 🤲

[waywardera]

hi luna! hope you're doing okay! by the way, who is santiago's faceclaim? he's so cute 😭😭😭

hello darling !! i hope you’re doing well , ‘non . santiago’s fc is michael cimino : )

[waywardera]

@amurderofcrxws

HE’S so attuned to the princess that Santi knows the exact moment when she’s managed to sneak off. It’s no surprise that she does and though it makes his job a lot harder, there’s something about the hide and seek thrill that fan the flames of ember in him. It’s becoming harder to ignore and so he lets it engulf him; heat by every snide remark thrown his way, by every brush of irritation she tries to drown him in.

If this is his end, let it be by her hand.

Santi takes a stroll by the gardens, knowing that he’s close. It takes a turn by the bend of rose bushes to finally spot Talia trying to climb over the palace walls.

“Your highness,” he hisses, quick to close the distance between them. His hand reaches up to grasp at the ankle nearest to him, ignoring the spark that thrums in his veins at the contact. “Do not make me climb these vines. I will drag you down here if I must.”

[waywardera]

sometimes the voices pull too many tabs open in my brain and i gotta share and i go and just info dump @ gigi and she’s

🥹 this is an aggressive reminder that i love her with my whole entire being okay

@amurderofcrxws

[waywardera]

escapesvelocity​:

SANTIAGO in San Antonio. How ironic. “That makes sense,” Mike replies: even though he’s attended this school since the beginning of time, he still needs to adapt to his new schedule whenever a new year starts. Especially now, considering he’s been away from school for over a year.

Instead of receiving a handshake, he receives a high five. Casual. Unusual, but not unpleasantly so. Maybe it’s all the rage in the golden state. “California is a place indeed.” His tone is dry. “Whereabouts?” Not that he knows California that well. He’s simply trying very hard to make conversation. A chuckle follows.

“As far as last stops go, this place ain’t all that bad. I’m a San Antonio native. Born and raised.” Should he? “Yeah, I know a few fun places. I could make you a list,” he then offers. Yes, he should try to make new friends at school. He’s got a few places in mind already, including his all-time favourite The Witte Museum and the natural bridge caverns.

Santi’s enthusiasm draws a small smile to Mike’s lips. He’s the complete opposite, sitting perfectly still yet relaxed on his chair. That is, until his food lands in his lap. He jumps back and almost knocks his chair over, but it’s too late. Within seconds, his pants are covered with the contents of his tacos. “Shit.”

He tries his best to shrug it all off but it’s of no use. Guacamole is sticky. Fuck balls? he repeats in his mind with a little shake of his head. Florida is supposed to be the odd one out, not California.

“Er… We could go to the gym hall. They’ve got lost and found there. Maybe there’s something that’ll fit me,” he suggests, lacking any anger or resentment. He manages to salvage his apple which he bites into as he gestures for Santi to follow him.

“You get to explain it to the PE teacher if he’s there. I don’t think we have a class right after lunch - lemme check.” Mike glances at his smart watch and swipes toward his schedule. “Nah. We’re good.”

-

SANTI mentally pats himself on the back. He's making sense, his schoolmate says. He's assimilating despite the blunder from that morning when a teacher asked for his name and after providing it, was asked for a surname. Did humans have more than one name? He'd have to double check on that later.

The follow up question catches him off - guard and Santi flounders. He hopes the panic isn't too noticeable. "Um. South." Bottom lip plush between his teeth, he tries to offer a smile while trying not to berate himself for overlooking such a simple detail. Perhaps he should have mapped out his 'history' more but he had been so excited. "Why? You plan on looking up my old place?" Diversionary tactic is abysmal at best but it'll have to do for now.

"A list," he repeats, the disappointment coating his words. He couldn't really do much with a list without proper guidance. Would it even count as anything useful during check in? Probably not. "Isn't the point of 'fun places' to go to them with someone else?"

The noise captures the attention of most of the students within their vicinity. Santi pays them no mind as he acts on reflex, practically jumping over the lunch table with a napkin to try to get most of the mess out. "Shit. Fuck. Mother-loving-fuck balls. That's going to stain. I'm so sorry man. Let me just --."

There's laughter around them, he's sure of it, but it just glides over him. His main objective right now is to get this clean from his mistake. He doesn't even care about decorum at this point as he swats towards Mike's pants.

"Lost and found?" Santi's unsure as to why Mike is so calm about the whole ordeal -- enough so that he picks up an apple as if he doesn't have avocado finding a permanent residence in the crease of his trousers. "You just get to take what's been lost? Because you found them?" Curious. A human tradition perhaps? Something that could aid them?

He picks up his tray and moves to follow. "Okay I guess I'll show him this? To explain?" Santi could also try to barter with it though he's not sure what the PE teacher would want with his lunch. He gestures towards the double doors that lead out to the hallway. "Come on. Age before beauty and all."

[amurderofcrxws]

closed | @waywardera​ maya x naveen 

From all the dramatics her men were giving her, Maya had to assume the entire pack was in shambles. As her boots moved her swiftly through the halls, she was thinking of just how it was possible that all of this chaos ensued less than one hour after she did a round of guard.  “I swear to god, Emery, if this is another false alarm, I’m going to rip someone’s throat out.” She threatened the man next to her through gritted teeth. She wouldn’t actually, unless it was a serious issue, but the threat still felt necessary. There wasn’t a need for doubt though, as soon as she rounded the corner, the scent of an unfamiliar male became stronger. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end as her hand hovered above the door handle, leading into their makeshift interrogation room.  Regaining her composure, she pushed into the room, commanding attention with her presence. Taking in the sight in front of her, Maya raised a brow at the stranger seated across the table. “Interesting. Rarely do we get someone who has the balls to burst into our place. So,” she approached him fully, “are you desperate? Or just a dumbass?” 

[waywardera]

-

OUT of the frying pan into the fire. 

Nav’s finally found his footing -- he thinks. Granted, being held captive by strangers isn’t really a step up from being held captive by his family, but it could be worse. He could have been handed back. Instead, he sits and tries not to dwell on the fact that it’s a lose, lose situation. 

His captors have been whispering -- loudly, he might add -- about ‘making sure they don’t piss off the boss.’ It’s not so much a stretch for Nav to connect the dots and the picture it completes. He’s always had a penchant for pissing off alphas so getting caught? Probably not the worst thing that could happen to him. Everything after that? Probably when the problems will start. 

The scent hits him then and he can tell when everyone else zeroes it on it, too. Back straight; attention soldiers. Nav tries to look contrite but ‘the boss’ bursts in, insult already thrown his way. 

His response? A stuttered: “Fuck, I’m good to die now.” 

Oh that’s not a good answer. Rewind. 

“The door was unlocked,” he supplies, trying to find an excuse for accidentally breaking into another pack’s place. “And it’s raining outside so, you know. Unlocked door plus not wanting to get wet? No brainer, you know?” 

Nav starts wringing his hands, avoiding eye contact. “So is this the part where you let me go?” 

[waywardera]

who/what is santiago? who is his queen? i could not find him in your muse list :-P

o m g thank you for reminding me !! i knew i was missing someone

santiago is my little fae spy bby !! you can find his bio here : )

[escapesvelocity]

B E Y O N D the edge of the world, there's a space where emptiness and substance neatly overlap. Where PAST and FUTURE form a continuous, endless loop. And hovering about there are signs no one has ever read, chords no one has ever heard.

main / rules / bio

[waywardera]

🗣️ incorrect quotes of Dax and Mary

Mary: Why would you think any of this was a good idea? Dax: Probably because I'm a dangerous sociopath with a long history of violence. Mary: Dax: I don't know how you keep forgetting this. 

@aubainmary

[waywardera]

🗣️ incorrect quotes of Patrick and Iliana

Iliana: God, give me patience. Patrick: I think you mean 'give me strength'. Iliana: If God gave me strength, you'd be dead. 

@heksery

[waywardera]

 📷 for Santi to take Mike's photo

[waywardera]

 📷 for Nikolai to take Egmund's photo

@heksery

[justanotherrpmeme]

Send 📷 for my muse to take your muse’s photo

[fantaxi]

Send me 🗣️ for incorrect quotes of your muse and mine

[waywardera]

the craving for a ceasar salad is unreal like why do i want leaves this early in the morning and on my day off

anywho , ya girl is making progress with the bios & is putting a dent on that draft list 😎

snaps for productive!luna

come talk to me if you wanna :’ ) i don’t bite unless ur some lettuce with croutons bec gOD I really really want salad rn tf

[waywardera]

aubainmary​:

MARY does what she suspects no one else would get away with: she smacks his shoulder with the flat of her palm playfully.

“There’s more to this than just that, Dax!” she berates him, though she can’t keep her eyes off him while he takes his sweet time getting dressed.

She melts under his touch. Her hands move to rest against his chest. “Guilty, Mr Dax. Very guilty. I think you should give your victim Mary McCall what she wants to atone for your sins.”

Had anyone told her she’d dare to speak like that to a man months ago, she would’ve laughed with flustered cheeks. But not now. She’s all confidence, thanks to him.

“Mm…. Unfortunately we’re going to be a little late. Traffic, you know.” Mischief sparks in her eyes as pearly teeth bite down on his bottom lip.

-

“SPARE me from incarceration and allow me this as restitution.” His lips curl; familiar only in her presence wherein they remain a tight line in the face of others. “My sins leave me at your mercy. Here, I will find salvation.” His lips move against the curve of hers. “Here, I will find deliverance.” 

Dax allows himself this indulgence. After all, who is strong enough to resist the temptation that is Mary McCall? 

Hands map the fabric that clings onto her hips and the desire to rip it off her intensifies. “Traffic. Sure.” While a good impression should take presence as Dax’s priority, his state of mind is clearly clouded by the appetite that seem to grab hold. He groans against the kiss; bends slightly to hoist her up with ease. “Could be a lot late. Kitten stuck in a tree. Highways are closed. Woe is the driver that took this route.”

Dax shifts so that she can wrap her legs around him, his fingers tightening against her thighs in a bruising grip. “Why, Ms. McCall, what would your father have to say about me having you in this position?”