⠀ 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝕯𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥. . . iris morningstar an oc crafted for the spn verse ☆ dark themes present mdni . . . 𝖂𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 ⠀

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my gaming pc has been upgraded to run on pure magical energy. my frame rate has never been higher.

her head peeks out from under a tangle of blankets, her laptop screen still glowing with the last episode of the sci-fi series she fell asleep to.

got a new monster slaying story to tell and a new lore book to add to my collection. all in a days work. i might even have time to squeeze in an episode of voyager.

— “ 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱 ‘𝘀𝗽𝗶𝘁𝗲!’...

good morning gamers!

hey, dean, how's it going?

to find out that the universe is just a badly written fanfiction was so disappointing.

rolling out of bed with a thud she picked up her phone and brought it to her ear. “ hey, dean. ” she yawned. “ good to hear from ya. ”

“ i might've been napping after an all-nighter playing battlefront. ” another yawn as she glanced at the clock. almost dinner time. “ what's up, dee? ”

“ helloooooo, bunker. ” she had arrived, still forever in awe of the place. dumping her bag on a chair in the war room she starts her search for “ 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝘆𝘁𝗵 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗶𝘀𝘆𝗽𝗵𝘂𝘀

“ oooft, looks like a bad burn, gordon ramsay. ” she peered around him at the damage. “ is this all for my benefit? ”