#innerwar

[qapsiel]

@innerwar gets a starter for our plotted thing

                               CASTIEL LOVES HUMANITY WITH ALL HIS HEART, but sometimes, he hates what they can do, what they are willing to do. Vought International is a multi-billion dollar company that essentially makes its money experimenting on supernatural beings like vampires or werewolves or ghouls, and extracting their DNA to create a serum that will turn every ordinary human into a monster that has all the strengths but none of the weaknesses. It takes the Winchesters 3 months to figure this out, and they still don't have enough proof to let more official agencies handle this, which is why they decide to just tear the whole place up and burn it to the ground.

                              Naturally, Castiel works as a distraction on the upper levels while Sam and Dean plant C4 in the basement because human weapons cannot harm him, not even the silver bullets meant for supernatural creatures. He stalks through a lab, smashing glassware and computers on his way or throwing guards with guns into a nearby wall, feeling angry, no, furious that these puny little humans dare to mess with creation like that. He upturns a glass cabinet and finds a reinforced door next to it. Frowning, he tries the handle, but it's locked. Smashing it off its hinges takes a liberal amount of grace, but it's worth it when he steps into what seems to be a padded room and finds — a child. What is a child doing here?

[aintashes]

strangers have never scared daryl, but he must admit that this one in particular is... different. it's not fear that he feels, necessarily, but a nagging jab of pure instinct that needles its way through his body as he takes in the presence of the man before him. somehow @innerwar is imposing: there's an energy, an invisible wave of power that radiates from him. it makes him uneasy for reasons daryl doesn't understand.

‘ ain't lookin' for no trouble, ’ he says, eyes raking with disquieted scrutiny over dracula's form. he's too relaxed for daryl's liking. it makes him think that this could be some kind of ambush— maybe he has friends hiding in the trees, just waiting for the signal to jump out at him. one single pistol, the only weapon he can see the stranger carrying, sits clean as a whistle at dracula's belt; come to think of it, he's oddly clean for being out here alone.

daryl's hands itch for his bow, for any one of his weapons, but an oppressive flow of intention keeps them at his side. dread climbs through his stomach. he wants to run. he can't run. all he can do is glare, taking one terse step backward.

[florrentine]

insomnia's proved itself to be a funny side effect to having the ability to sleep in a real bed again every night ------- a fact her mind and body don't seem to want to acknowledge for more than a few hours at a time. ( this is what she gets for forcing herself into being a light sleeper over the last few years; teaching herself to sleep with one eye and one ear open just in case. )

so the irony of her situation isn't lost on her; especially when she checks the time on the clock on her beside table and is greeted with the right angle that is 3AM.

she's already done her usual indoor course, wandering from room to room and back again; but now that there's a proper wall with all those nightmares - made - real well out of sight on the other side of it, a walk out in the cool air might serve her better than another lap around her place.

what she doesn't expect to find is company when she opts to walk down to the lake-- a still new but already familiar figure standing by the shore. "and here i thought i was the only wandering night owl in town," she makes a point to announce herself even though she's still several footsteps away --- last thing she wants to do is surprise him by popping up beside him on the shore with no warning.

@innerwar / rick ; ❛ can’t sleep? ❜

"yeah. gave up trying." she sighs while she tugs on the cuffs of her shirt until they cover her hands up to her fingertips. "i hear it's wildly overrated anyway. so -- same for you?"

[awkwardcourage]

❛ is this really how you want this to end? ❜ - from homelander | @innerwar

A tired, dry scoff leaves Hughie's lips, a small, yet weary sound. "No," he answers honestly. "But-" he shrugs helplessly. "There's no other way it can end. Is there?"

[wolfkcst]

This was... Bizarre. Almost on the brink of insanity, even. Was the mushrooms they had earlier just now affecting them again, or was this actually real..? Eivor slowly walked towards the portal - light azure gaze staring at the hand quietly - when it or... Whoever is behind it speaks, they quickly withdrew with shock. This was real - it had to be or they were seeing things. Still, they reach their hand out - hesitating before smacking it. Perhaps not what he or... It wanted, but they would do it regardless and stare with curiosity.

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[nightmdic]

“Woah, steady.” - from martin whitly! 👀

"I'm fine, It's just my head. . ."

She shifts so her shoulder rest against the wall, a heavy breath escaping her as though doing so would help the migraine that's been arising. Nothing she simply couldn't handle, but the lack of sleep in recent times doens't quite aid much either.

@innerwar || a meme

[badassxbirdy]

"you're welcome." - from homie (i know this is not from a meme but i struggled to find any he vibed with lol) - @innerwar

“‘You’re welcome’ for what? The property damage or the blood?!” She stared around, utterly bewildered by the scene before her. “Jesus, you ever think about maybe usin’ your words instead?”

[bloodsalted]

@innerwar || catching up on inbox stuff! || ✍🏻🥰

8.  AMBUSH :  for both characters to come under attack by the same enemy. - from andrea!

they're damn near back to the group by the time the swarm overrides their exit. just the two of them. shane trusted them. to get out there, get what supplies they scouted and get back before dark. more important? shane trusted HIM to keep her safe. and how? they were holed up in the abandoned convience store watching throngs of the dead shuffling towards where they were crouched. it's too many to take head on. they don't have enough ammunition to get through without gathering the attention of more, more, MORE.

dean's fingers gently touch against her wrist. enough to get her attention as green eyes shift his gaze back and forth through the boarded up windows that, thankfully, whoever left this place last thought to slam up before everything went BAD-BAD. attention bounced back to her once that graze moves over her skin, he meets her eyes and ticks his chin back towards the body of the store behind them.

he waits til she's at his side there. lips roll between his teeth. "i know we were supposed to get back tonight but i don't think it's gonna happen. what i think we should do?" he points up. to the ceiling and to the storage that's upstairs. "if we stay quiet up there? til they lose interest? i think we got a chance.." so far? the reinforcements are sticking solid. maybe--at the worst--an impromptu sleepover might guarantee their escape through a mess they can handle. or--with any luck? no mess at all.

[itsalcngstory]

😊 sit down next to my muse - from gale @ eris!

"-You really were upset, huh?"

There's a genuine curiosity mingling with her more joking tone, head tilting curiously as he sits beside her. The wound from the poisoned twig had already been healed over now, after obtaining the potion from Nettie and some healing from Shadowheart - yet, there's still an anger boiling in her. It took quite a lot just to finally cross her fingers and accept than to just kill the druid.

@innerwar

[qapsiel]

// Castiel is giving away a child for free. It's house-trained and well-fed and loves to eat veggies. Unfortunately, it's also a little sassy. And has some superpowers.

[untilthcyrot]

“ next time, maybe lead with that.” - homie @ whomever you are feeling! asked by @innerwar

STORMFRONT WAS RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT HAPPENED TO HER. While she might have seen more faces putting her through different tests and experiments, she was the one that was in charge of the facility. That lightning bitch had almost killed her and stopped her from escaping, too. You could say that Cindy was hellbent on tracking her down and making sure that an end was put to her. Her shoulders tense and hands tightly curled by her sides, she continued to stare right into Homelander's eyes. ❝ Where is she? ❞ She didn't want to ask again.

[lastvessel]

azriphale @innerwar said, " give me the phone. "

john is still confused not only by the angel and his presence but his continued need to be so here. some days it felt like a cruel joke on behalf of the universe. you're looking for a demon so have an angel on your shoulder being as polite as polite could be. jokes on you, john, the bible is real but god couldn't give half a shit about anything he set into motion. god popped out kids, opened the door, and said let there be play.

closing his eyes, the hunter took a deep breath and released it as slowly as he could. that train of thought never led him anywhere but frustrated. that, in turn, never helped when he was on a case. research and problem solving needed a clear head.

without realizing it, john had been dialing sam's phone number. since it was a burner, he could hear his son's voice and shut everything down without letting the kid know it was him. that, despite all their differences, john missed his youngest. then again, this was what he'd always wanted. he never wanted his kids to follow in his footsteps at all let alone how long they'd already been doing it. the more sammy was upset, the less likely it was for him to get pulled back in.

but, gods, did he miss his family.

" fine, " the hunter shuts the flip phone and slaps it down into the angel's hand. " but, if you're ordering something make sure mine has cheese on it. "

[awkwardcourage]

plotted starter | @innerwar

Sometimes dying was easy. If it was quick enough, if it was painless and Hughie didn't know what was happening, then it was the world had just been switched off. Coming back was always hard. Vought grossly glorified his ressurection. It was terrifying, every single time. Nine times out of ten, he would be covered in his own blood and would be overcome by the excrutiating sensation of limbs or internal organs knitting back together. It was frightening and painful. If God were real, then his decision to bring Hughie back wasn't a blessing; it was divine punishment.

Homelander and Maeve had, for the most part, left him alone. Maeve helped him (albeit begrudgingly) with his fighting and Homelander kept his distance for the most part. If it was only two out of the six that he had to worry about, then it wouldn't be so bad; but the other four were monsters. They had made that clear on Hughie's first night of being welcomed into the Seven and had seemed to make their mission since to make Hughie regret he had ever been born.

Sometimes they would ambush him together. Sometimes Translucent would try to ambush him, only to always be foiled by Hughie's aura sight. This time, it was Black Noir. Hughie fought every time, even though his strength was nothing compared to their's. If there was a rhyme or reason to what they did to him, Hughie was unaware of it. It just seemed like random violence and besides, Hughie couldn't think much once it began.

His screeches of protest, as usual, fell on deaf ears. Despite his desperate fighting, Translucent and A-Train managed to get him pinned down. His screaming must have got old fast this time, as the Deep clamped a hand over his mouth. He couldn't see what was happening, but he felt something sharp digging into his forearm, deeper and deeper until he could barely stand it. Then, the sharpness began to slice down.

[threecardtrick]

look into my eyes: do you see fear? thomas had been relinquished of that when he'd lost everything in his life that had made it worth living. after all, what other kind of man would have been so daring, so reckless, as to snoop in the business of someone like the darkly determined & esteemed dr. jonathan crane? if he tests his binds, it is only out of amusement. the daily gentle, affable mask has perverted to something... more cool, more cutting. the predator's smile. "so this is your overtime work..."

[jundlcndwastes]

☆ ───── various questions sentence starters | ❛ is that blood? is it yours? ❜ - elion @ anyone u feel rn <3 asked by @innerwar

Juniper hadn't meant to show up a complete mess before his eyes but she hadn't any other choice. The morning had already started out tense with a continuation of a smuggling job that she was pulling off, knowing that the terrain in which she would be traveling could be dangerous if the opportunity was given — which it was. Falling into an unforeseen trap, she had been raided but hadn't gone down without a fight. The injuries she sustained proved that much, Juniper tried to flex her fingers to see the extent of the damage done, but all her digits could do was tremble fiercely before she gave up.

❝ Yeah, ❞ she answered in a strained voice, her good hand touching the gash on her head. It was going to need stitches no doubt. ❝ I was raided on my way to a client. I saved as much cargo as I could but I took a pretty big hit. I didn't want to show up looking like this, bleeding all over the place. ❞

So she decided to show up here to a comfortably familiar person, hoping for medical assistance before she delivered what goods were left to her client. Honestly, she was more worried about what would happen then than about her own injuries.

[soleiltm]

@innerwar / for rileigh

❛ Hey, it’s good t’ see you again! ❜ This had become a regular occurrence for Alectrona, visiting this particular coffee shop and chatting up the baristas. Though, truth be told, they’ve become rather fond of one barista in particular. Rileigh was always so kind and patient, never rushing them when they wanted to spend twenty minutes just talking after getting their order. It was nice, developing this friendship of sorts. ❛ Y’know, I swear all you eva’ do is work. You gotta’ get outta’ here some time, come see me up on ninety-nine. ❜