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she doesn't fuck around when it comes to mixing drinks. esther knows what she likes. what the locals like. usually strong enough to clean paint off the car. hers? a little toned down but not by much. when you're this far out? in the middle of nowhere? two cops in a town full of nothing? you can get away with a lot. so says her uncapping a hard cider and taking a sip from behind the bar. might not be a big city and all the conveniences with it. but where can ya do that and not lose whatever license you gotta have to just sell liquor? probably this state, too. but she doesn't care. no one comes looking here.

she agrees with his too many for coincidence notion with an exaggerated smile and raise of her brows. an expression that says i know right? without having to say a word. then she tips a shot of lemon flavored vodka into a glass. puts a sugar coated wedge on the side and gives it over to her new customer and conversation-haver. on the house. "it'll go with that concoction a lot nicer than tequila. mean liquor that one. makes people turn into the hyde versions of themselves." she makes a distasteful face and takes a sip from the neck of the bottle.

her elbows rest on the bar after. chin propped up in an upturned palm. her eyes comb his thoughtfully. "would have to be a damn stronger serial killer if he or she's tearing up people like that." her frown is quick to follow. those are people she knew. the sting's still there but she deals with things by running at them. sometimes with the aftermath still shaking. best way to be. it's worked for her so far. "what if it's something someone brought here? there's stories. rumors. ones that've been in this town longer than you. than me. than ol' raph down there. legends. used to think they were told to keep us in the house after dark. then when i moved away? i didn't think about them at all. came back and.. now this?" her shoulders hitch. "stories..? maybe not. my mom used to talk about this chupacabra looking dog that'd run around the desert. eating little kids that went too far from the house after dark." a pregnant pause and she smiles a toothy smile that tries to pass off the thought. in case he looks at her like she's nuts. "never expected to come home to the twilight zone.."

Crowley's attention flits to the guy in that ragged overall. He seems barely even present, mentally. Probably already a barrel of beer intus and looking pathetic as all hell— a sour reminder of Fergus, the lad Crowley was known as. Long, long, frigging long ago. Nobody but Rowena remembers. Good. His unwanted trip down memory lane circles back to the present when Esther returns to him; that roguish little smile of his faltered for a hot second. Now back on full display, as if nothing happened. In tandem with a slow shrug heaving his shoulders does the demon raise his brows in nonverbal response to her mocking question.

" We all have our secrets, dearie ", Crowley drawls, playing along. Moments after she snatched the offered decor umbrella from his hold, his hand sinks onto the counter again. Ere he traps the straw between his lips for a first sip. Yes, he might've pinned an expectant glance to Esther's face. But that mien scrunches up with the realization how strong that candy-blue cocktail actually is. Unexpected. " Wrong place at the wrong time? " The grimace he dons eases into one of revived expectation while a pinch of doubt narrows his lids. " Too many wrong times to be coincidence, me thinks. "

Fingertips of one hand lazily drumming onto the countertop afore him, Crowley shoots Raphael another side glance. Head weighing from one side to the other in contemplation. " What if, and that's a big if, the drunk is right? " And cut back to Esther. " Just saying. Most monsters are human anyways, so... Maybe a serial killer. " That's when he draws a sharp breath through his teeth, reclines a tad on his stool and reaches for his tie as though it needs adjustment. Eyes on the drink in front of him. " They usually have a type, though. Hm, tricky. " It's all an act to try and pull more information out of her; if available.

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“Create a place for people to live like human beings, instead of slaves to some bullshit concept of Progress that is driving us all mad.”

— Hunter S. Thompson

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she can still hear the gunshot ringing in her ears. her hands remain clasped around the weapon like she's ready to go a few more rounds until there's nothing left but mush if she's gotta. wild, round eyes dare dare that fucker on top of rick to move a single muscle. (he won't. he's deader than shit.) even if her insides are shaking to her core? she's not about to stop until they're safe. oh holy hell that was terrifying. now fears turned into anger turned into resolve and she'll pull the trigger til she's outta bullets if it means they walk away from here.

"i'm okay." okay and alright are a bit of a walking distance apart. she'll go with alright til they're back home. out of the scenery painted with blood and guts and dead bodies. behind the walls she was itching to get out of. where she can let what happened catch up to her, face it and try to move on. she hates killing living people. why do some give them no choice? rick's taking out the same anger. the same frustration. some might say in a healthier way. others? the opposite.

they all do what they gotta do. esther jostles with the clasp to her shoulder. eyes stuck on the splatter of blood that rick spit on what was left of the guy's face. "dropped a bag by the door. i got it." blinking out of her stare, she walks backwards a couple steps then turns to follow. as promised, she plucks up the bag and slings it over her shoulder.

"i WISH people would stop making us do that." she glances up at him then ahead. "i don't like killing people."

⠀⠀BLOOD SPRAYS AGAINST RICK'S CHEEK. he hauls the body off from on top of his own, teeth gritted in violent anger. it seemed that people had gone bad everywhere now, like they'd all simultaneously passed their expiry dates. if it wasn't negan and the saviours, it was some savages from across the way. rick and esther were gathering supplies when a pack of three guys came running, wielding axes and machetes. they'd winded the fuck out of rick, caught him by surprise.

⠀⠀‘y'alright?’ he turns to esther, the ground beneath them decorated with the brains of their attackers. rick looks down at the one esther had killed, bring his foot heavy and hard into his ribs. and again, and again. he spits blood from his mouth, mostly his own from the punches he received, onto the body.

⠀⠀‘got everything?’ rick asks, as if the outburst of anger had not occurred. he passes esther to grab his own bag of supplies, placing a hand on her shoulder and hushing a ‘thank you.’

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@murderdeals || a meme continuation || from here!

esther laughs at the fair trade offer. he's giving her the cheap little umbrella back. from her own stash? hmmm. doesn't seem like that's a pretty good payment for information digging. but she's going to play along cause he's cute and the most interesting thing she's run into all week. considering her nights consist mostly of kicking out local riff raff that are too drunk to keep themselves on a barstool for long and talking to the same faces she's seen since she came back home years ago? when there's a new one to talk to. with that accent. and that puzzling way of behaving? she'll sign up for an adventure of something new. just give her a few minutes.

as the request of one finger being held up gestures for.

she grabs a beer from the cooler, uncaps it with a twist. a short walk to the end of the bar and it's handed over to an old man in a dirty pair of overalls. then wanders back. "that'll keep him busy and distract him from trying to eavesdrop on us." she puts half her back to him anyway. one elbow cocked up on the lip of the bar as she crosses cowboy booted ankles together. "nosy as nosy can be." pursing her lips as she plucks up the umbrella and twists it between her pointer and thumb, she meets his eyes. "consider this charity because your payment? cute but wow. how'd you ever come across one of these?" a light chuckle that flashes teeth and she watches the umbrella's top spin left, right, left. right. "people are saying it's coyotes. some kind of disease that went through this area way back. happens now and then. i don't know.."

"..raphael down there?" that old guy with the beard and the overalls? yeah that one. she tips her head backwards in his direction. "he says it's worse than that. monsters. ones drummed up for revenge. don't know what the people that are dead ever did. doesn't seem like they deserved that. to me? looks like they were in the wrong place at the wrong time." her face grows sad, the umbrella's sat on the counter. "no one deserves what they got. heard they were torn up bad. really bad."

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@xxgotthedevilinsidexx || meme continuation || from here!

belial's no stranger to watching this particular family. they've earned quiet the curious eye from time to time with their antics towards fellow human beings. seems like they could be more vicious than some brothers and sisters that've come and gone from hell's corridors. unyielding in their bloodlust. unwavering in their devotion and love for one another. unholy in the things they are capable of when self-preservation.. or searching for a simple good time comes into play.

the demon stays in the shadows. having come and gone on her own free will ever since baby was pushed into the cage that is now her home. don't worry darling. you've got a little guardian devil looking out for you. and very soon.. the women who have put her through hell? are going to end up bloody, broken, bruised and DEAD. ripe for the taking. more souls sent her way by those beautiful hands she reaches for before tugging the killer into the dark recess of her cell.

blue eyes squint. her fingers tenderly trace along baby's forehead. come through her messy blonde hair. oh they will pay for the state they put her in. but not by belial's hands. what good would that do? baby deserves her own revenge. "soon. soon. we'll devour them together. let them taste what it is like when they hurt someone so beautifully made." of course the demon sees baby as lovely. vera. the years spent observing her stretched far beyond baby. the madness that crept into her brain? delicious to taste. to play with. to push towards an edge that now...

keeps her sated when she's hungry. builds her power. and now.. she will do the same for her vera. won't she? "your brother. he's coming for you. he won't let you rot in here. but first? i think you should paint the floor with their blood. not yet. bide your time. with me.. hm? i missed your company.." says the flesh version of the voice that's been in her head til she needed it not to be.

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ellis, ca; the road home. things you see between ellis and flamingo trailer park.

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@snnynatural || ordinary things that feel intimate || accepting!

[ braid ] sender braids receiver's hair

one foot's crossed over the other at the opposite end of the sofa. while her head rests on the free armrest. stretched out with her hair hanging across the fabric. free blonde waves fall in a tangle of sun-dried curls being carefully combed out. her attention, lazy and distracted as it is, keeps bouncing back and forth from the ceiling to the television playing some random ad about an amusement park she thinks she'll go to one day. maybe drag sonny with her. if she's game. well crap. that dang thing worked! look. she's already thinking about buying a ticket?

sonny asked for some ties and she grabbed a handful of various sizes. why not let her get creative? she is the one who asked her to let her put some braids in for later. something to celebrate how the weather's warming up. turning brighter. the storm spell from the last couple of days seems to be coming to an end. so says her freshly dried from being water-logged thanks to a shower after the pool hair.

an appreciative hum parts her lips when the braiding starts. "i'm doing you next. no ifs, ands, or buts. because this feels amazing." her thumbnail starts to dig under the opposite. she raises a brow as she watches the chipped polish reflect the light. "so. anything on your mind? is this a keeping busy thing? or a treat esther thing? i'm gonna get you talking if it's the first. this is your only warning. not that you're allowed to leave. we're past that now." her head tilts enough that she can kinda peek back at her before settling into a better position again. "that's me doing tough love. how's it feel when it's dished back?"

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esther lilly. belial. an original character based on an hbo version of kripke era supernatural. crossovers welcome. horror, apocalyptic, stephen king, the walking dead and beyond! heavy & triggering themes. priv & sel. 21+ only! written by dixon.

a study in; finding yourself, losing yourself, the feeling of being home, desert rust, making shit work, bloody revenge, pink flamingos, screams on deaf ears, wanderlust, religious trauma, light in the dark, waking nightmares. is it all in your head? (t.c.)

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“Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run, but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant.”

— Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas

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IMOGEN POOTS as Autumn Outer Range - 1x01: The Void

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      send   a   🎤    &   i'll   shuffle   my   music   &   use   the   lyrics   to   write   a   starter  .   

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↪     𝑫𝑰𝑹𝑬 𝑺𝑰𝑻𝑼𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺  .    (   a  collection  of  dire / urgent situation  sentence  &  action  starters .   adjust  phrasing  +  ʳᵉᵛᵉʳˢᵉ  as  necessary .   )

𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 :

hide .   hide now .

shh !!  there’s somebody in the house .

i’m not gonna hurt you !  see ?  look ,  i’m putting down the  [ weapon ] .

[ name ] ,  what were you thinking ?!

you’re being followed ,  pretend you know me .

stop , stop !  just put the  [ weapon ]  down !

drive ,  just drive fast !

you seriously think i could’ve done this ?

can you walk ?  i need you to walk for me ,  okay ?

let me handle it ,  just go !

what was your plan ??  you could’ve gotten yourself killed !

you’re just going to leave me here ?!

[ name ] ,  can you hear me ?  get out of there !

you knew and you didn’t tell me ?!

don’t you know how dangerous this is ?

you’re not going to shoot me .

move and you die .

i’m gonna come back for you ,  do you hear me ?

we have to stop the bleeding .

can you see how many fingers i’m holding up ?

i just want to go home !

don’t move a fucking muscle .

if it weren’t for you ,  we wouldn’t be in this mess .

i almost DIED back there ,  and you’re laughing ?

you’re only making this worse for yourself .

you think this is a joke ?

if i go down ,  i want you to run .

we’re gonna die ,  so what’s the point ?

this was the ONE thing i told you not to do .

i can’t promise we’re going to make it out of here .

where’s your first - aid kit ?!

just calm down and find your phone ,  we need to call the police .

someone’s been stalking me .

just listen to me for once !

i didn’t think you had it in you .

put the gun down ,  and kick it over here .

we can’t stick around here ,  let’s go .

kiss me before we die .

do whatever you need to do ,  hurry .

i can’t breathe ,  i can’t -

please ,  please  -  let me in ,  there’s someone -

i’m gonna give you one last chance .

you have to believe me ,  i didn’t do this !

run ,  and don’t look back .

this is real ,  i’m real .  look at me .

take this .  it’ll keep you safe .

follow my instructions very closely .

put your hands where i can see them .

you can’t just let me die !

i think  …  i think i need a doctor .

we need to get out of here ,  come on .

no ,  this isn’t it .  we’re getting you out of this .

you panicking is not going to help us right now .

𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 :

[ GETAWAY ]  sender acts as a getaway driver for receiver .

[ MEDIC ]  sender arrives on receiver’s doorstep ,  badly bleeding .

[ HIDE ]  sender and receiver hide from a threat together .

[ HUSH ]  sender clasps a hand over receiver’s mouth to silence them .

[ DRAG ]  sender physically hauls receiver to safety .

[ RIGHTS ]  sender calls receiver from a police precinct .

[ REALITY ]  sender helps receiver through an episode of derealization .

[ SHELTER ]  sender and receiver must find shelter from a storm  .

[ ARMED ]  sender brandishes a  [ gun / knife ]  at receiver .

[ CRASH ]  sender and receiver survive a  [ car / bike ]  crash together .

[ SEARCH ]  sender barges into the hospital demanding to see receiver .

[ BACKUP ]   sender calls receiver panicking after committing a crime .

[ CORNERED ]  sender menacingly backs receiver into a corner .

[ UNEXPECTED ]  receiver comes home to find sender already inside .

[ BREATHE ]  sender helps receiver get through a panic attack .

[ BADGE ]  sender and receiver flee from the cops together .

[ STRANDED ]  sender and receiver become stranded in the woods .

[ EMBRACE ]  sender kisses receiver thinking it’ll be the last time .

[ STRANGER ]  sender can’t remember who receiver is after an injury .

[ TOKEN ]  sender gives receiver a lucky charm before they go into battle .

[ CHOICE ]  receiver has to choose between sparing their own life or the sender’s .

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actions speak louder than words non - verbal / action prompts from yours truly. (add a "swap" to swap the sender/receiver in the prompt (or just do it manually).)

back, sender gives receiver a back hug.

beckon, sender beckons receiver closer with a finger.

blood, sender cleans blood off of receiver.

book, sender helps receiver get a book from a higher part of the shelf.

care, sender takes care of receiver when they're sick.

catch, sender catches receiver by the waist after they bump into each other.

choke, sender saves receiver from choking by giving them the heimlich.

cold, sender places their jacket over receiver's shoulders.

cry, sender wipes tears off receiver's face with their thumbs.

dance, sender sticks a hand out to receiver and invites them to dance.

dip, sender skinny dips in front of receiver and invites them to join.

dog, sender's dog pulls them in receiver's direction.

drive, sender drives receiver somewhere in their car.

drag, sender drags receiver into a room and closes the door behind them.

draw, sender draws receiver like one of their french girls.

face, sender turns receiver's face towards them.

flower, sender gives receiver a flower.

footsie, sender initiates footsie with receiver under the table.

forehead, sender presses their forehead against receiver's.

grab, sender grabs receiver's wrist to stop them from leaving.

jump, sender jumps onto receiver's back.

kiss, sender kisses receiver.

link, sender links arms with receiver while walking.

massage, sender offers receiver a massage.

patch, sender patches up receiver's wounds.

piano, sender teaches receiver how to play the piano.

pin, sender pins receiver's hands behind their back.

pluck, sender plucks something out of receiver's hair.

press, sender presses receiver against a wall.

propose, sender proposes to receiver.

quiet, sender gestures for receiver to be quiet.

rest, sender rests their head on receiver's shoulder.

serenade, sender serenades receiver with a song.

sign, sender walks into a sign and receiver sees.

size, sender measures the size of their hand against receiver's.

shoes, sender removes receiver's shoes for them.

sun, sender rubs sunblock onto receiver's back.

tattoo, sender gives receiver a tattoo.

tie, sender helps tie receiver's tie.

tuck, sender tucks receiver's hair behind their ear.

umbrella, sender lets receiver under their umbrella.

warning, sender presses a knife against receiver's neck as a warning.

zip, sender needs receiver's help to zip up the back of their dress.

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i'd say "be not afraid" but i want you to be afraid. just a little.

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@ruinedmyself || send 'i don't want to be alone tonight.' || accepting!

the blue white glow of her television bleeds into a string of led lights hanging across the front of a stack of vintage suitcases she's piled on top of one another to form a little tv stand. purple orange bleeds up the walls to meet the flashing hues of an old olivier movie. wuthering heights. she's got a glass of wine and is face deep in what's going to be an all-nighter if she doesn't go to bed right now. hell. who is she kidding? she passed that time limit about an hour ago.

her porch light's on. a bright neon pink bulb. a little brilliantly bright white line of lights along the walkway to the stairs shine bright. a sure sign she hasn't turned in yet. even if it's late. she's got tomorrow off. might as well stretch it out. another drink of the dark red liquid in her glass and she hums in contentment. the fluffy cat curled up on the other side of the couch purrs back. right on queue.

he's on her mind. she wonders what he's up to. how his knuckles are holding up.

esther doesn't have to wonder for long. there's a light knock on the door. so quiet that it's obvious someone's worried they might wake her. the blanket that's pooled around her bare legs falls to the floor as she stands up, fixes the plaid men's boxer shorts she's wearing and straightens the blondie shirt on her frame. her hair's a wild mess but she doesn't pay much mind. instead? her head peaks around the door when she opens it and looks up. her eyes meet his. lips quirk towards one another when 'i don't want to be alone tonight' is what he greets her with. it's unexpected but far from unwelcome.

"then don't be.." alright. so she'll blame the flush of heat over her nose on the wine. "hope you like classics," an understanding smile's given. her hand reaches for his and she pulls him inside. and yep. right into a light hug she lifts her heels to give. he just looked like he needed one and his bruised hand says he's earned a good handful.

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send me "I don't want to be alone tonight." for my muse's reaction to yours saying that to mine.

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PROMPTS FOR ORDINARY THINGS THAT FEEL INTIMATE *  inspired by this post. these don't have to be romantic - you can specify romantic or not when you send them. in essence, these are simply intimate, affectionate moments to share with someone you love and care about. adjust as necessary, send 'reverse' for the reversal of the prompt

[ lean ] sender rests their head on receiver's shoulder

[ shop ] sender and receiver go to the grocery store together

[ brush ] sender brushes receiver's hair

[ tie ] sender helps receiver with their tie, either by putting it on or adjusting it

[ necklace ] sender helps receiver with the clasp of their necklace from behind

[ zip up ] sender assists receiver with zipping up a piece of clothing

[ unzip ] sender assists receiver with unzipping a piece of clothing

[ shoelaces ] sender bends down to tie receiver's shoelaces

[ swipe ] sender notices a smudge of something on receiver's face and gently wipes it off

[ braid ] sender braids receiver's hair

[ jacket ] sender takes their jacket off and hangs it on receiver's shoulders

[ puddle ] sender hurries to stop receiver from stepping into a puddle

[ drinks ] sender brings receiver a drink from a bar/their kitchen

[ feed ] sender feeds receiver's pet/s for them

[ cook ] sender and receiver cook a meal together

[ feed ] sender allows receiver to try a bite of their dish, holding their fork out for receiver to taste

[ teach ] sender, an expert at something, takes time to teach receiver how it works and how they can get better at it, too

[ readjust ] sender comes up behind receiver and readjusts their stance (maybe holding a gun, holding a golf club, aiming for something, etc.) to help them

[ makeup ] sender fixes receiver's makeup for them

[ bathroom ] sender and receiver go to a public restroom together and have a normal conversation in between the stalls

[ aloud ] sender reads aloud to receiver

[ refill ] sender refills receiver's glass without asking

[ massage ] sender notices receiver looks tense, steps up behind them, and massages their shoulders

[ listen ] sender listens to receiver explain something they're passionate about

[ silence ] sender and receiver comfortably exist in silence together, both of them working or reading or focusing on something different

[ food ] sender brings food over to receiver's house

[ hum ] sender hums along to a song receiver is singing

[ see ] sender sees something that reminds them of receiver and texts them a picture of it

[ admire ] sender stares at receiver across a room, silently admiring and appreciating them from afar

[ win ] sender lets receiver beat them in a game

[ puzzle ] sender helps receiver solve/put together a puzzle

[ carry ] after receiver falls asleep in an inconvenient place, sender carries them to a bed and tucks them in

[ kneel ] sender finds receiver sick in the bathroom ("tossing their cookies"), and kneels beside them, holding their hair back and cleaning their face

[ clean ] sender helps bathe receiver

[ wash ] sender helps receiver wash their hair

[ patch ] sender carefully patches one of receiver's wounds