#sacrillege

[nitebitarchive]

sacrillege asked: [Hug]  + comfort starters: accepting! 

“ 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐇𝐔𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐔𝐏 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄 … ”  disappearing on someone with major abandonment issues and then showing up on their doorstep out of the blue? now that’s just cruel. and yet, bunny lets herself be pulled into the embrace. let’s herself not be angry for a second and relax into lenore’s warmth. 

a muffled,  “ i missed you. ” is whispered into the other’s neck right before she pulls away. their eyes lock and for a split second, bunny’s vulnerability can be seen.  “ ——don’t ever do that to me again. ”

[hackeds]

@sacrillege​   c: 

“ all i’m saying is you ask me for cigarettes all the time. like — 90 percent of the time . ”   he inhales sharply , blowing the smoke out in the other direction . he has a smile on his face, he likes to tease her , alright ?   “ i  mean , don’t get me wrong . i don’t give a fuck , use me up , but i’m just sayin’ . ”

[nitebit-archive]

@sacrillege​ 🥰 🥰 🥰

“  i  met  your  brother.  he’s  a  dick.  ”

[adruidsaidwhat]

part 11

1. Fire is a true gift. Ya know why? If you're on fire, ninjas can't catch you.

2. It's the Amogus Man!

3. Skinny Woodstock Jesus is back!

[lumenari]

❛ the only good thing is that i’m getting used to suffering. ❜  /  @sacrillege

   she raised one perfectly shaped brow. she wasn’t sure if one ever really got used to suffering. there are things in her head that have been there for a million years, and she’s not certain if it were any easier today than it was on the first day. they were lies one told themselves to try and make it easier. lucifer was an expert at that herself.

   ❛ is that a good thing? ❜  she mused, looking from lenore to her own painted nailed, inspecting for chips.  ❛ or do you just tell yourself that? ❜

[fuckingcircles]

@sacrillege​ said    “ almost dead yesterday , maybe dead tomorrow , but alive , gloriously alive , today . ”

       “ i don’t know if i’d call it fucking glorious . . .” words trail off as he lingers behind her. they’ve been on the run for weeks now and it was starting to catch up to the pair. sure. they were both supernatural beings, but even they had their limits. aching bones and black eyes did nothing but accentuate the exhaustion that was sinking into hayden’s very existence. it wasn’t anything new though it had been an arguably long time since the last long-term ‘disappearance’ he’s had to make. “ but i guess though are realistic enough expectations. ” he stopped in his tracks. “ do you know what a demon dog is? ”

[undoctrine]

@sacrillege​   sent    →       " wait a minute, you're blaming me?! "

HER  WORDS  ONLY  EARN  A  HUFF.          Somewhere between amusement and disbelief as he raises his hand to his mouth, wiping away blood with the pad of his thumb. Despite the pain that radiates through his jaw, he feels alive. He leans away from her, spitting out the blood that has pooled in his mouth out onto the ground. A few more minutes, and that will stop. His eyes draw around their surroundings; unconscious bodies fallen across the ground, one beginning to stir to her left.       Ben only takes a step past her, the bottom of boot coming out to strike the stranger square in the nose.            “Yeah, yeah, I am. I --- I’m not the one who started a, like, full blown bar brawl. That --- that was you, dude.”         Despite the gruffness of his tone, he still turns to her with a hint of a smile on his face.

[nitebit-archive]

@sacrillege​ said: slurred words 👀 📝     //   Send “slurred words” to hear my muse describe yours whilst ridiculously drunk.

“   lenoreeee,  lenoreeeee.  i  fucking  love  her.  i  do.  it’s  crazy  because  —   ”  her  train  of  thought  is  interrupted  by  a  burp,  long  and  loud  enough  to  send  her  in  a  fit  of  giggles.   “   mmmm,  oops.  my  bad.   what  was  i  sayin’?  oh  yeah.  i  think  she’s  ....  probably  like  my  best  friend.  i  dunno,  don’t  tell her  i  said  that.  she  like  has  this  energy  to  her.  i  fuck  with  her  heavy.  anyone  fucks  with  her  and  i’ll  bash  their  heads  in.   ”

[sleepingmyths]

starter call  /  @sacrillege​

     There aren’t many people in this world that have been able to sneak up on the trickster. She is somehow, always, annoyingly one step ahead. She doesn’t flinch, doesn’t even bat an eye when the hound enters the room. She sits, patiently, waiting for the other to speak. A single eyebrow is raised as if to say: well? i’m here.

[luciferiankangaroo666]

[bonemachiine-arch]

@sacrillege​ !!!

Honestly he should be used to this by now - waking up outside on the ground without a clue of how he had gotten there and tonight was no different, eyes wide and dazed with confusion as they scan his dark surroundings before falling upon a girl standing not far from him, a flush creeping slowly up his feverish skin.        

                  “ uhm --- where the hell am I ? ”                            ( fuck fuck fuck )

[undoctrine]

@sacrillege​ sent    →     Σ  for an NPC my character helped.

Rachael  McKay:        although Ben has been helping people since as long as he can remember, Rachael McKay will be one that haunts him. One of his first solo cases, freshly eighteen, when he met Rachael. A young mother of two who was being haunted by what Ben thought to be a poltergeist. As he poured all his energy into trying to rid them of this entity, he missed several important clues which would have led him to the conclusion that their so-thought poltergeist was actually a demon in disguise. His misconceptions led to the unfortunate death of one of Rachael’s children. While he managed to save both her and her daughter, the weight of his mistake still weighs on him to this very day.

[hackeds]

@sacrillege​ said: “I don’t need, or want help, what I want is for you to get the fuck away from me.”

he’s quiet while he processes the words that are coming out of her mouth . he’s hurt , it’s clear by the way his demeanor shifts and his shoulders drop .  he lets out a deep sigh ,  “  you know what ? i’m tired of this shit , man . you either wanna be here , or you fucking don’t but i’m not getting pulled and pushed the fuck around by you .   ”    

[nitebitarchive]

starter call for @sacrillege​    ~

“I  don’t  know  about  you,   but I really need a fucking drink.”    burying a dead body for a couple of hours will do that to you.  she throws the shovel into the back of the car before sneaking a glance to the other.  trouble always seems to find her,   but she’s sorry it dragged lenore down with her.      “Sorry — this probably wasn’t how you wanted to spend your Friday night.”  (   this isn’t her ideal Friday night either. for the record.   )

[nitebit-archive]

@sacrillege​    ♡’d   .

“do it. i dare ya. hundred bucks, right now.”

[m0nstrousneeds-a]

@sacrillege​  ;    “ 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝? “

it’s   probably   not   the   best   idea   to   throw   your   head   back   in   a   hearty   laugh   when   someone   asks   you   a   question   like   that.   yet,   in   the   theme   of   awkward   that   seems   to   narrate   her   every   move,   she   does   just   that.   it’s   only   when   the   other   isn’t   laughing   along   with   her   that   she   clears   her   throat,   petite   hand   moving   to   rub   along   the   back   of   her   neck   anxiously.      “uhh,   n-no.   i   mean,   do   i   look   like   one?”         someone   stop   her   before   she--         “i   guess   that’s   a   stupid   question   because   stalkers   look   just   like   everyone   else,   don’t   they?   not   everyone’s   going   to   walk   around   smelling   like   richard   ramirez,   all   goblin-toothed   an...   slithery.      i   think   that’s   what   made   bundy   such   a   good   serial   killer..   he   looked   just   like   everyone   else.”         whoops.