. . .

raw meat.

more of a carnivore diet.

a small nod.

not a conventional meal.

stolen from mun’s other account.

“ you . . . don’t? not use to that. ”

. . .

it’s easier said than done.

she’s awake.

starving.

“ a smile. ”

“ picked them earlier. picked too many for my vase. ”

she held out the flower.

@madetoruin.bsky.social

“ flowers. ”

@victorcreed.bsky.social

“ stranger. ”

stolen from mun’s other account.

📸

— having thought it would be better than walking home. that was, until the bus decided to run behind. stomach growled.

{ a starter for @victorcreed.bsky.social }

the wind howled. lightning illuminating the sky right before the thunder roared.

and there on a bench say the brunette. hands resting in her lap. drenched by the pouring rain that covered the scenery. awaiting for the bus. —

as fate would have it.
i adopted two boys,
and they grew up great.

they grew up heroes.

——————————

—, it was the only one in town. but, there was something about keeping it the way it always was that kept the people coming back.

“ did you want to order food? ”

{ a starter for @nefelibaka.bsky.social }

her hand cupped around the plastic glass, feeling the condensation trickling down her finger tips as she approached the patron. offering a soft smile as the drink was settled upon that old table.

sure, the restaurant and bar made enough money to remodel —

— of her that still had the conscience often was at war with the part that craved the flesh. grey eyes soon turned to nothing but black. a void. a window into nothingness. teeth ripping. tearing. it was grotesque, shameful. often why she did it outside the town limits.

{ a starter for @homicidalhybrid.bsky.social }

the stinging scent of copper stung the brunette’s flared nostrils. no one around but her and the john doe beneath her. lifeless eyes. celeste hadn’t caught his name, there was no need. it was better that way. the part —

— it would need to be within the next few days that she feasted. the thought pushed from her mind now, making her way down the sidewalk. it was just a short walk to downtown where she could admire the vast flora in bloom.

{ a starter for @angeloflight.bsky.social }

summer was a season celeste found herself adoring especially in her current form. the warm nightly breeze as she sat on her porch. it felt nostalgic in a way though, she hadn’t been able to do anything of the sort before. the hunger lingered. —

— upon the blonde seated in a booth.

celeste approached, pulling her pad from her apron and pen from behind her ear. offering a small smile.

“ what can i get you? ”

her tone was soft, meek. just as the rest of her was. that was, when the hunger was silenced.

{ a starter for @thebrokensentry.bsky.social }

the restaurant was quiet besides the few patrons that sat at the bar and the rain hitting the tin roof above them.

pat. pat. pat.

low music played, the lights dim. the scent of old, aged wood stung nostrils. it was there that grey-blue hues settled —

— SAM WINCHESTER !

• bitch !
jerk ! •

× crossover , au && oc friendly
× 25+ writer , mdni
× #spnrp , written by misha !

— by for the night. her favorite kinds, going missing into the night.

( will add more as i continue forming her )

name : celeste

age : unknown

sexuality : pansexual

information : a fallen angel, driven to consuming the flesh to keep her form alive. consumed with hunger, curiosity, and guilt. celeste works waiting tables in a sleepy small town, the kind of town people just pass —