#inpavidvs

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@inpavidvs​

      “I think I have a problem.” It was the very first thing past his lips upon seeing her, hands twisting together as his thumb pressed firmly into the center of his palm, a habit from which he was still recovering. “And I haven’t told Dean .  .  . so I hate to bring you into this, but I think I have to .  .  . to, you know, just in case? No, alright, hear me out.” Before Lana even had the opportunity to respond. he thrust an open notebook between them, its pages open to show a mess of scribbles and crudely drawn scenery. Neither sides were particularly detailed nor remarkable; just a farm house on one page, a for-sale sign resting in front of it, and on the other, an open field circled by pine trees, flanked on either side by a pair of street lamps, and in the center, something tall and humanoid he’d drawn with wide saucers for eyes, looking straight ahead at the reader. He was almost tempted to wait for a response again, but the buzzing in his veins wasn’t letting him slow—he’d been having nightmares for the better part of a month now—and the lack of sleep had finally pushed him toward his breaking point. He knew it was either tell Lana now or let her and Dean draw their own conclusions on their own, the latter of which he had feared too much to let happen. And given Dean’s reaction to the very first time his visions manifested, Sam wasn’t about to take any more chances. Lana, though, was a far different story; she had always had faith in him, even when she shouldn’t have. It was something he would have felt guilty for if he wasn’t so selfishly relieved by it.

       “I think I’m .  .  . I’m having visions again. Of people dying.” 

[iudicatus-a]

@inpavidvs​   cont.   from   here

bile   is   quick   to   rise,         sticking   to   back   of   throat.         SHE’S   CAUGHT   OFF   GUARD.         head   feels   as  if  it’s   underwater,         the   all   too   familiar   drowning   sensation   causes   chest   to   rise   and  fall   faster.         𝗌𝗁𝗈𝖼𝗄   𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗌   𝗍𝗈   𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀   𝗂𝗇   𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍,         eyes   falling   to   floor.         this   conversation   wasn’t   supposed   to   happen.         it   was   hard   enough   forcing   words   out   the   first   time,         but   a   second?         she   didn’t   want   to   relive   it   all   again.         purposely   avoiding   confiding   in   lana   which   in   retrospect   may   of   been   selfish,         but   she   was   still   learning   how   to   cope.       duct   tape   and   booze   seemed   to   be   all   that   glued   her   together   nowadays,         blatant   refusal   to   divulge   her   inner   workings   leading   her   further   from   those   who   cared   the   most   about   her.         for   girl   you   are   all   sharp   edges   and   ripped   seams,         father   was   right,         you   were   poison    to   the   family.         of   course   he’d   been   jealous   of   your   relationship   with   mother,         but   it   was   fitting   it’d   come   back   to   bite   you   in   the   ass.         even   own   child   couldn’t   bare   having   a   mother   like   you.         hand   hovers   over   stomach,        tears   well   up   in   eyes.        anger   threatens   to   spill   out,       bubbling   beneath   surface   at   lana’s   question.         did   she   really   think   she   was   owed   an   explanation?         𝗐𝖺𝗌   𝗂𝗍   𝗇𝗈𝗍   𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁   𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍   𝗌𝗁𝖾   𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐?         without   thinking   she   steps   back,         creating   some   distance   between   them.         she   can’t   reach   her   gaze,         magnitude   of   the   conversation   had   found   itself   upon   her   shoulders.        in   true   maggie   fashion   she’d   underestimated   how   much   of   a   toll   it   had   on   her,        believing   shoving   it   down   into   the   abyss   would   suffice.     

HOPE   HAD   SPARKED   WITHIN   CHEST,         convincing   huntress   that   she   could   be    different,         the   exception   to   the   rule.         that   the   life   they   led   wouldn’t   come   crashing   down   on   top   of   her,         𝚋𝚞𝚝   𝚢𝚘𝚞   𝚊𝚛𝚎   𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝   𝚊   𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗   𝚊𝚗𝚍   𝚢𝚘𝚞   𝚊𝚛𝚎   𝚗𝚘𝚝   𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎.         how   many   people   made   it   out   of   the   life?         how   many   of   them   had   families   that   were   still   alive?         that   was   the   dangerous   thing   about   hope.        why   would   she   be   any   different?         she   remembers   the   moment   it   happened,         during   a   hunt    she   shouldn’t   of   been   on.         steadying   herself   against   wall,        her   head   had   been   turned   away   from   cooper   and   dean   while   she   tried   to   regain   composure.        that   night   she��d   sat   in   the   shower   sobbing   for   hours,         eventually   falling   asleep   there   only   to   be   reminded   of   it   all   when   she   woke   again.         𝖨𝖳   𝖶𝖠𝖲   𝖠𝖭   𝖮𝖣𝖣   𝖲𝖤𝖭𝖲𝖠𝖳𝖨𝖮𝖭,        but   it   had   assured   her   she   wasn’t   meant   to   be   a   mother.         all   of   this   swirled   around   inside   head   as   the   silence   remained   between   her   and   lana,         stomach   churning   at   the   memories.         she   swallows   hard   before   sighing   softly,        hues   flit   to   friend.         a   sadness   reflects   in   umber   colored   rounds,         a   kind   of    heart   shattering   sorrow   she’d   never   shown   to   the   other.         ❛❛   it’s   not   something   i   wanted   to   talk   about.         telling   cooper   was   hard   enough,        𝚒   𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝   𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝   𝚝𝚘   𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙   𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐   𝚒𝚝.   ❜❜                              

[pleasedonthatemeguys]

@inpavidvs​

“This couch is all mine, I will push you off if you try to sit down.”  Sarah kicks her legs up on the unoccupied part of the couch to make herself clear.

[rv118a]

i just wanted to give my two cents and say that your portrayal of sam is absolutely Flawless. i was writing a reply for you earlier and the way i hear his voice crystal clear in the dialogue is astounding?? but what impresses me more is how you capture his psyche and thought processes and rumblings, it’s obvious you love him as a character Very Much and I can’t wait to chat more and develop these two’s dynamic going forward!! 💜

hello. i don’t know what this is but i’m currently crying into my hands. & not the cute crying —— the ugly cry. *taylor swift voice* look what you made me do.

anyway ! thank you so much, ilysm. i’m so excited to explore this dynamic & see where it heads. you are a light ♥

[prvbs17]

                              @inpavidvs​  sent,  ✐  for  a  random  starter.

      “you  can’t  make  people  listen.  they  have  to  come  round  in  their  own  time,  wondering  what  happened  and  why  the  world  blew  up  around  them.”    (   831   )

[harvlle]

starter  for  @inpavidvs​ .

     friendship  was  a  tricky  thing.   one day you could feel so close to someone  -  confide in them,   die  for  them  . .  only to become complete strangers in the next breath.  that’s how it felt for jo  -  her  &  lana  used  to  be  close  like  sisters  before  jo’s  death.  the blonde thought she’d have more emotions upon coming back to life.  however,  those people whom were left behind that she once called friends,  felt  more  like  strangers  now.  what was this unfamiliar feeling that consumed her?  a  lack  of  empathy  for  those  whom  she  once  called  family.  there she stood -  flesh  &  bone,  yet the person looking back through the mirror could not feel more foreign.  ‘what  are  you  doing  here,  lana?’

[sparenone]

@inpavidvs​ ​ ♡ ‘d for mick !

                he  was  sitting  at  his  DESK  when  he  heard  the  doors  open  into  the  meeting  room .  he  wasn’t  expecting  any  visitors .  at  least  not  at  this  moment .  as  far as  he  knew ,  everyone  else  was  off  on  a  mission  and  the  brit  was  left  doing  paper  WORK  and  waiting  for  phone  calls  to  come  in  about  certain  things  being  taken  care  of .   slowly ,  he  stood  from  where  he  sat  and  moved  to  the  entrance  of  his  office .  “  EXCUSE  me -- is  there  someone  you’re  looking  for ?  “  mick  asked  as his  eyes  landed  on  the  woman . 

[heartslayer-a]

@inpavidvs​​​ gets a starter ! 

❛ Grapevine says you’re the one who... ❜    Eden pauses to gesture at the night sky above them. The constant full moon made spells come far easier, though the hunter-side of her knew that this was only the beginning of a major shit-show.    ❛ That’s why you’re here, right? Pack in the next town over? ❜

[sunlightfades]

starter for @inpavidvs​​

“You have his eyes,” Lana was a babe in her mother’s arms the last time Mary had seen her but now they stood eye to eye and she had a lifetime of hunting on her shoulders. It was easier to see Lana than her own boys but like so many others she was still a reminder of the time that had passed without her.

[arc-sunsymbols]

@inpavidvs plotted starter.

       “Thanks again for coming over, I know the drive to Lebanon isn’t the .  .  . most scenic route in the world.” Sam had to force himself from wincing. He didn’t like making people come to the bunker lest they had to; it was about as out of the way as it was monotonous. All the roads were overgrown with pasture and lined with nothing but sloping fields on either side for miles. It was difficult to believe there was a town buried at the center of it all or, at least, what was left of a town. All the dilapidated brick buildings with empty storefronts, sun-bleached by time, would have had him believe their home had once been a thriving place of business, likely only seeing its downfall once all the previous Men of Letters had fled. Now, it was just a lonely farming community, biding its time until the last of its residents moved, which Sam suspected, he and Dean would be the last of. 

        “I just didn’t want to have this conversation over the phone, I guess.” It was hardly as terrible as he was making it sound, but paranoia and countless experiences in the field had left him wanting to play it safe; even if it was with Lana, someone he’d known all his life and trusted far more than he would ever trust himself. “And I guess it’s been a little boring out here lately.” Sam quickly added with a smile tugging at his lips, placing a tray of coffee and two mugs (mismatched souvenirs from different states) on the table between them. “It’s decaf — don’t worry. But uh, I was hoping I could get your help with something.”

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❛   look,   it   can   be   nice   living   in   a   DREAM   WORLD.   it   can   be   great.   i   know   that.   &   you   can   HIDE,   &   you   can   PRETEND   all   the   crap   out   there   doesn't   exist,   but   you   can't   do   it   forever   because   .   .   .   eventually,   whatever   it   is   you're   running   from   .   .   .   it'll   FIND   YOU.   ❜

@inpavidvs​   ·   (   ♥   )

[daerknss]

send ❔ and i’ll list a couple muses that i’d like to throw at yours!  /  @inpavidvs​

allison argent luke crain river darling

[pleasedonthatemeguys]

❤️

Send me a  ‘ ❤️ ’  for my muse to say something they love about your muse !

"Your honesty, babe. I can talk to you about anything and you'll tell me how it is."

[sparenone]

♡ for mick! 👀

( @inpavidvs )

send a ♡ and i’ll fill this out for our muses !  i’ll bold what i want for their relationship, italic what i could see and strike out what i don’t .

FRIENDS. childhood friends  /  work friends  /  family friends  /  recently friends  /  turning antagonistic  /  turning into something romantic  /  stable  /  falling apart  /  friendship of need  /  friendship of circumstance  pen - pals or internet friends  /  coworkers  /  partners  /  other .

ROMANCE. childhood sweethearts  /  newly entered  /  soulmates  /  skinny love  /  unrequited from my muses side  /  unrequited from your muses side  /  friends with benefits  /  awkward  /  fading  /  turning  toxic  /  toxic  and  destructive  /  other .

FAMILIAL BOND. sibling bond  /  older sibling figure to your muse  /  younger sibling figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal  guardian  /  other .

ENEMIES. dangerous to themselves  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  passionate  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into a sexual tension  /  developing into a romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based of misunderstandings or lies  /  other .

[iudicatus-a]

@inpavidvs​​

STOMACH   HAD   TIED   ITSELF   IN   KNOTS,      she   hadn’t   heard   from   lana   in   awhile   and   going   off   the   last   time   she   saw   her?      it   might’ve   been   her   last.      𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕   𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚊’𝚜   𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎   𝚊   𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚢   𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍,      a   game   that   only   ever   ended   in   more   heartache   than   when   individual   had   begun.       an   attempt   to   give   friend   space   had   lasted   all   of   a   week   and   a   half,      the   lack   of   communication   from   her   friend   unsettled   her.     the   last   thing   she   wanted   was   to   attend   another   funeral.  

not   wanting   to  waste   another   minute   she   jumps   in   car,      throwing   rucksack   in  passenger   seat   as   she   began   the   almost   five   hour   drive   to   lawrence.      she’d   been  to   the   texan   town   only   a   handful   of   times.      radio   made   for   suitable   company   as   she   sped  well   over   the   speed   limit.     a   ticket   the   last   thing   on   mind.      after   arrival   in   the   small   community   she   began   tracking   down   local’s   who   knew   lana,    piecing   together   a   geographical   profile.     some   place   abandoned,     or   a   storage   unit.     the   seven   locations   she’d   checked   prior   remained   unfruitful.     gun   is   drawn   as   she   closes   in   on   the   last   storage   unit   of   the   bunch,     door   slightly   ajar   as   she   nears.     bending   down   slowly,    gun   remains   poised   in   other   hand   as   she   pulls   open   garage   door.     scene   before   her   𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬   𝐣𝐚𝐰   𝐭𝐨   𝐬𝐞𝐭,    lana   was   planning   something,     and   maggie   could   guarantee  she’d   hate   it.    holstering   gun   before   walking   inside,     making   sure   door   closes   behind  her   so   that   no   one   else   has   to   witness   what   was   about   to   go   down.     A   SILENT   RAGE   seeps   into   her   veins,     a   all   too   familiar   sensation.         

❛❛   you   plan   on   telling   me   what   the   fuck   you   think   you’re   doing?     i   can   get   over   the   cold   shoulder   but   jesus   lana,    𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐   𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏   𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍?     don’t   tell   me   you’re   that   stupid.   ❜❜             

[rv118a]

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