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[bloodsaltedshifting]

@ghstfacr || nightamres & sleeping meme || accepting!

“I broke the lock. You were screaming.”

no matter how many time's he's tried to save him. he keeps getting the same outcome. every door he opens and runs through? sam's dead on the other side. he's killed the fucking demon three different ways. out ran it twice. and dean just can't do it. the door opens. sam's bloodied and limp. torn apart and gone. hanging and staring down at him with vacant eyes. burnt and a shadow blazed into the fucking concrete. make that make sense! you can't! cause DEAN can't!

the more he finds him broken, bloodied and dead--the more panicked dean gets. and he can't wake up. there's no waking up and he's starting to think he's not dreaming anymore. maybe he really is awake and this is some kind of fucking hell he's ended up trapped in with no escaping.

this time the door's still bloody with his handprints. crimson that's not his own. and this time sam's standing there. neck twisted. eyes rolled white and then they fill with black. teeth gnashing together with thick black dripping through them spilling between his lips, "you did this.." he hisses. wet vitriol. laced with hisses and gutteral noises in languages that haunt him from the dark. dean screams. and then there's a bang.

round, wild eyes stare at the face that comes into view. 'i broke the lock. you were screaming.' and dean's scrambling up out of bed. half dressed and his palms brushing wildly at his face. "i..uh..yeah.. wow," one swings to cup the back of his neck and he jerks the other one towards the bed puffing out a hasty laugh. brush it off. don't let her see you sweat. literally. "spider! whew... thank god. you busted the lock--wait--you what?" he jerks an impressed brow up. anything to get that vision out of his head. ANYTHING!

[autistic-and-bi]

Welcome to the club loveys!

We're all a lil crazy here

About me!

I'm autistic

My special interest is adventure time

My otps are kwitetrap, lumity and Bubbaline 🩷🩷

I stan kwite >:)

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[shadowbrn]

❝ i have a spare bed. ❞

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[bloodsalteds]

@ghstfacr || ooh la la meme from there! || accepting!

( keep quiet ) our muses are having to be very quiet when having sex. think muffled moans, keeping their hands over their mouths, little giggles, and shushes.

the walls inside the bathroom are paper thin and they've got a damn room with sam sleeping far too close for dean's comfort. but what was supposed to be getting ready to go to bed. turned out? not so much getting ready for bed rather.. her mouth ended up on his. her fingers were in his hair. his hands were buried in hers. and their tongues were greedily tasting one another..

..dark tresses spilled through his grip as he tilted her head back and kissed her deeper. holding back his groan as he felt himself tipping past the part where this stays calm. and the warmth that spread across his shoulders and down his chest didn't go unnoticed by her hands when they began to explore his skin. so much for his fingers keeping a grip where they were. so harmlessly gripping the dark silky strands he loved the texture and feel of.

because when they curled underneath her thighs and had her lifted up on the bathroom counter, her panties were pulled off and on the floor before she had a chance to settle herself. dean's mouth was next to her ear. voice deep and barely above a whisper, "gotta keep quiet, baby. promise me." and then his hand covered her lips as a condom was slipped on from the overnight bag near her thigh. quieter clean up. quicker, too.

he didn't waste any time. his need for her was NOW. so said the roll of his eyes when he was touching himself just to get the damn rubber on. one-handed even. her knees spread with his hips, one arm now around her waist. he meets her eyes and holds them. lips parted and staying that way as he pulls her to the edge of the counter in a needful, rushed jerk. she's right there, so close and he knows she'll be ready. she's always so quick for him. and he doesn't take his eyes off hers when he pushes inside, gazes blinking slowly as he lazily pushes himself all the way in until he bottoms out letting her walls wrap around him with a heat that makes him bite into his bottom lip to hold in his moan. oh hell..

[qapsiel]

@ghstfacr in response to lies

                            GOOD LUCK TRYING TO BAN AN ANGEL TO HELL WITHOUT GOD'S HELP. That only ever happened once (to Lucifer, obviously). And anyway, Castiel knows how to get out of the pit; he saved Dean's soul and Sam's body from there, after all. "I once lied to Sam and Dean," he says with a frown. "What makes you better than them?"

[razorfst]

"What did I say that made you think I didn't want to know you?" { same verse lol }

Maybe he was getting irrationally angry, something he couldn't help. Getting into his own head, telling him almost every negative thought and making him think even the smallest things could be a sign of something more. It was also the fact he shouldn't get close to her, to anyone. He couldn't help but shake his head and turn fully towards her. "It's not what you said exactly." He grumbles out, expression stern as it was partially honest. "I'm not worth the time to get to know, there isn't a point." Andrei half shrugged. "It's better if you don't and so I'm saving us both the trouble." Look and be as unfriendly as possible right? That's all he had to do. No one would want to be around him if that was the case, a safe precaution for everyone involved. "You don't have to pretend, I'm not an idiot."

Confrontation Prompts | Accepting | @ghstfacr

[wolfskrieger-a]

i know what you’re doing , don’t play games .

He was leaning up against the wall, one arm cross over is chest while the other held his drink. His smirk told all the answers of course, but openly saying it out loud was a whole other story. Bringing the drink to his lips, he takes a sip from the straw as the smirk remains on his lips. Pulling the drink away a bit, he keeps it close by before answering. "I don't know what you're talking about." Leon finally says, sunglasses hiding the mischievous look in his hazel eyes but in reality all she needed was his smirk alone. "I'm innocent." He takes another sip, lowering the drink more when he's finished with that. "I don't play games." A lie, mostly. "Do I like to have fun? Yes, but this is totally different." Was it? He'd leave that up to her. Maybe he should have known better but he couldn't help it, he was far too amused. "You know, I can't exactly take you seriously when you act like that. Your pout and your height, when you look up at me? Adorable."

Dusty Toy Box | Accepting | @ghstfacr

[aintashes]

daryl's head lifts from his project as @ghstfacr approaches. his hands are occupied by a chain on his motorcycle, oily lubricant staining his palms as well as the rag he's using to spread it all across each linking piece.

‘ what's up? ’ the tool held in his teeth wobbles a little as he speaks, eyes squinting at her through the afternoon sun. holding the rag against the mouth of the lubricant bottle, daryl pours a little more onto the fabric.

[lcstinfantasy]

closed starter for @ghstfacr

"jesus fuck -- do you just hide in corners? is that a thing?" rafe asks, being caught off guard by her presence. not that he was against it but she was hiding behind the door like a little creep.

[bloodsalted]

@ghstfacr || meme continuation || from here.

[ sms : she bites 😬 ] is this an us pick up line? [ sms : she bites 😬 ] it feels like an us pick up line.. [ sms : she bites 😬 ] one where you're about to say-ha ha just kidding. of course i want to dig up mister sack of bones and malicious intent before he ends up murdering more unsuspecting townsfolk. [ sms : she bites 😬 ] cause that's part of my whole spooky ghost hunter vibe and i don't need sam or dean winchester stealing that. just show up with a match and lighter fluid, babe. i'm gonna show you how it's done! [ sms : she bites 😬 ] shit. okay. okay. i'll dig up the body. [ sms : she bites 😬 ] that means we're gonna have sex. [ sms : she bites 😬 ] ....right?

[unitcd]

❛ don’t shut me out. please. ❜ { jj }

Don't shut her out.

He hears the words, but he's already doing exactly what she's asking him NOT to do. Anxious hands going to trudge through messy blond hair, JJ begins to pace. ". . . Fuck."

He's not great under pressure, anyone could have told Julianna that this was how he'd most likely react, but she hadn't asked. . . "What do we do? I don't know what the fuck to do, usually John B is the one with the plan, either him or Pope. Last time I came up with a plan, I got thrown in jail for a hot minute." And that wasn't fun, especially when he'd seen his father there. Thankfully, that piece of shit was far, FAR away but even still - - - those memories were engrained in JJ's mind.

"Just think, okay, yeah - - -." His brain was whirring not much chance of a coherent plan let alone a coherent PLAN coming out of there any time soon.

[lumiiiscorner]

POSITIVITY FOR @ghstfacr FROM anonymous

em?? @ghstfacr and like a billion other blogs? such talent, such sweetness, many hugs!!! but seriously? thank you for all the love and care you put into your muses and your partners. we're so lucky to have you!

[qapsiel]

@ghstfacr in response to pestering

                            HE DOESN'T EVEN BLINK WHEN SHE FLOPS DOWN ON TOP OF HIM, just waits until she has rolled away to carefully flip a page in his book about insects in the Middle East. "Okay," he says pragmatically, "then I suggest we stop being best friends until I'm done reading. That means there is no unwritten rule about being the victim of your pestering, and you have to go bother Sam. He's in the dungeon."

[razorfst]

❛  please keep doing that.  ❜

Every act by the Romanian was done with her pleasure in mind, nothing was on his mind about himself. After all, how she reacted to him was what turned him on. Seeing how he could unravel her and make her beg, all of that was what he needed as he gave her what she wanted. However, if he felt she wasn't listening or doing what he said, then he would slow down and make it almost miserable for her until he heard what he needed to. That was what he did now, large finger slowing its movement in and out of her. Eventually stopping and fully pulling out to leave her empty as he looked down at the smaller figure beneath him. "You're going to have to do better than that, iubire." His head tilts a bit to the side, expression serious to show he wasn't kidding. "Tell me how badly you want it."

Dom/Sub Sentence Starters | Accepting | @ghstfacr

[wolfskrieger-a]

❛  i didn't think you'd care so much.  ❜

Arms cross over his chest, light brow arching up as he looks at the smaller figure. He doesn't answer right away, opting to look her over once more before letting out a sigh before lifting a shoulder up and shrugging. "Who says I care?" Leon finally says back, hazel eyes looking away and back as he speaks. "You just seem to have a death wish for some reason." He adds and for someone who couldn't die, he knew how that looked. The blond himself had tried a multitude of things that should kill a person but here he stood because the gods wouldn't allow it. He was forever to stay on the earth away from the ones he loved, something he had accepted a long time ago. And maybe that was why he had a hard time still, connecting to another person because in the end he'd be left all alone again. Why admit he cared? Why have them hang around until they couldn't anymore? "Don't put too much meaning behind it, alright? It's not as big of a deal as you think it is, nor is it what you think it is. You know what I mean." He grumbles, a bit annoyed at himself as he stops talking and shakes his head.

Random Dialogue Sentence Starters | Accepting | @ghstfacr

[irrcdeemable]

she's writing " jules is the coolest " on his bicep in a heart with an arrow thru it like one of those mom tattoos

"I think I can make this work. Not bad for an arm tatt." Billy looked it over, a soft chuckle escaping him. Amusement was clear in ocean optics, a smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth.