#strigct

[murderousbitch]

@strigct​​ gets a thing (finally.)

                        Nights were usually busy for her. There never was a fully dull moment of when she didn’t have a handful of vampires to dust or a few demons to use as ragdolls. But this, the back to back days and nights ( for months now ) of constant demon and vampire activity picking up, was getting out of hand. Something was going on or was building up to it. New Orleans was a hub for the supernatural, yes, but the air had an electric charge to it that caused the hairs on the back of her neck to stand on end.

With the world evolving and adapting to the information of slayers and what they were there to do, all sorts of dirty laundry was getting aired. On more than one occasion they ( new watchers council of course ) had uncovered some higher ups in the human world who were far from being as such. However Faith didn’t know what to make of the current situation, but figured she’d follow Giles’ suggestion and start poking around.

For weeks she had been posing as a journalist, covering the various news conferences concerning the attacks. It was tiring, but she was sure she was onto something or at the very least hoped she was. Along with covering the stories of people being attacked by monsters or people high on PCP, the election for a new governor was underway. The two candidates was the current governor and his opponent who seemed to appear out of nowhere ( though to be fair she didn’t pay much attention to politics so she could have been a local. )

Undercover work was a pain in the ass, but she was good at it. Faith was currently seated, waiting to interview Dardari, Hinchcliff’s opponent. She’d already interviewed him and though she was 95 percent certain he wasn’t a demon, he was a sleezy dude that was lucky she was on the job. There wasn’t any high hopes of Dardai being the cause or knowing of what was going on, but it wouldn’t hurt to be completely certain of it.

[treacherovs]

a clenched jaw precedes the resigned exhale through the nose. there’s no such thing as pride anymore -- merely the familiar metallic taste of survival. a trace every monster who’s still alive knows well. ( it’s brought her this far. ) but is it wise to trust an ill omen? ( it’s all you have left, little wolf. ) ❛ i have a proposition for you. ❜ 

starter for @strigct

[sonofshadow]

@strigct​​ 💀 :   ❛ How many days has it been since the wedding? ❜

                            ❝  over a hundred— ❞  there’s something despondent dripping off his tongue, frame permanently parked along one of many stone benches ( their cave offers them in plenty, it being the dwelling of hypnos as well ). had it not been for the periodic echo of charon’s fleet passing by in the distance, he wouldn’t even have known the exact number of days since aphrodite attended her wedding with hephaestus.   ❝  did you attend the wedding?  did the olympians revel in their lack of shame?  ❞  wing stretches out against cold flooring, one arm already hanging off the edge.

[unseencne]

                 𝐲𝐨𝐮  𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭  𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡  𝐨𝐟  𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬  𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧  𝐨𝐟  𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫  𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤,  𝐚  𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧  𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐧  𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭  𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦  𝐨𝐟  𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬.  her  touch  seems  gentle  than  ever  before.  did  she  feared  that  such  marks  still  hurt  you ?  yet  they  did  just  not  the  way  she  might  think  so.  a  deep  breath  scapes  from  your  parted  lips                you  don’t  know  how  you  had  got  here,  it  was  but  a  marriage  to  unite  both  kingdoms  and  yet  now  when  her  touch  used  to  be  careless  was  not  gentle  and  even  tender.  slowly  you  raise  your  red  ruby  eyes  to  find  hers  while  a  soft  smile  danced  on  your  lips.  so  soft  it  was  almost  unseen  to  a  normal  eye.            ❝   they  don’t  hurt  me  anymore.   ❞

        @strigct​   ↷  start  call.

[thewailer]

@strigct liked the psc      

Oh    she    knows    dari    holds    the    harsh    mask    close    to    a    perfectly    immaculate    complexion.    But    Lydia    almost    enjoys    the    game    of    bringing    out    her    softer    side.    And    getting    her    own    way.         ❝    Come    on    Dari.    It's    just    a    cocktail    party.    You    can    wear    whatever    you    want.    And    once    we    get    the    answers    we    need    we    can    leave        ❞    

[killedbyvoldemort]

dadari      (  @strigct  )      &      dorcas      meadowes                   ↪      their      mouths      are      sinister      &      red      as      blood      in      moonlight     is.

[xnagennisi]

@strigct​ asked: 💙 for an accidental kiss

                    she laughs a second after pressing her lips against the girl’s forehead. amusement dances in her eyes. she has nothing against the creature, beyond a destructive desire for her guard’s happiness. this sort of affection is reserved for those closest to her, for cerberus and thanatos and adonis and hecate, the four persephone had kissed and dismissed not moments ago. dardari has caught her in a jovial mood, to say the least. “ i do hope that’ll last you the next six decades, ” persephone hums, returning to her throne.

[lysius-a]

           ❛    𝐃𝐎  𝐘𝐎𝐔  𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄  𝐀𝐍𝐘  𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀   what  this  is ?    ❜   he  beamed,  like  a  stranded  wander  who  had  just  found  an  oasis  in  the  middle  of  the  sahara  desert.  except  it  wasn’t  an  oasis  he’d  found,  but  a  vile,  calcified  by  the  centuries  it  had  spent  buried  beneath  an  athenian  village.   ❛   i’ll  let  you  open  it  first,  if  you  can  guess.    ❜

❦ .  @strigct​ // startercall.

[murderousbitch]

MEMES THAT HAVE BEEN SITTING IN MY INBOX. OOPS.

@strigct​ asked: ❛ I’m the bad guy, duh.❜

LETTING OUT A SIGH AND ROLLING HER EYES, THE SLAYER NODDED. “Yea, yea, big bad. Heard it all before,” Faith mused as she looked at the other. “And that’s whole reason why I’m here and why other slayers have been called before. ‘Cause you all need a reminder or somethin’,” she said with a shrug before grasping her hands and cracking her knuckles. “So lets get this over with so I can call it a night...”

[objctive]

             a big HUGE life-size thank you to @strigct​ for aaron’s new theme! installed just in time for his birthday! 

[sonofshadow]

@strigct​ 💀 :  “  am I hearing a deathbed confession ?  ”

                             ❝  DEPENDS. where’s my will— ❞  for every move the ringing worsens, enhanced by the gurgling of acheron right outside his bedroom window. speaking of water, a long cold shower would suit him pretty well right now.    ❝  did i... did i do anything stupid?  ❞   barely a coherent mumble, but he figures dari can decipher him where syllables appear lacking. after the amount of wine he devoured last night, not even mnemosyne could restore his memory of the impromptu bacchanal.

[indxstress-crypt]

ᴅᴇɴɪᴢᴇɴs ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀᴡᴏʀʟᴅ -    a human, an ill omen, & death walk into a bar ...        (     @sonofshadow, @strigct       )

[killedbyvoldemort]

❝ I wish I could have seen it. ❞ @strigct​​

THE      WORLD      IS      AFLAME      ;;        earth      turned      crimson      mire.      her      touch      was      devastating      ;;      creating      destruction      &      desolation      in      all      life      that      grows.      she       d a n c e s       on      top      of      the      mud      &      rot       stained      vermillion.      she      hungered      for      blood.       she      craved      chaos.      wilderness      resides       in      the      architecture      of      bones       ;       wild      &      feral,      humanity      shredded      &      buried      with      the      corpses      withered      by      her       touch.      she,      a      blur       of       mayhem      D A N C E S      among      the      carnage      with      lethal      ease.      blood      coils       on      her      flesh       fitting       her      naturally      like      a      dress,       in      motion,      red      blood      &      white       skin      blurs      together      with      no      distinction      where      the      blood      ends       &      her      skin      begins.        

she      moves      through      a      battlefield      like      lightning,      striking      bloodlust      into      the      hearts      of      the      garrison.      then      they      welcome      death,      if      only      to      spare       themselves       her      FURY.      for      dorcas      delights      in       blessed       carnage      &       all      things      gruesome      enough      to      make      steadfast      men      QUAKE      in      resolve      &      most      loyal      to      abandon      cause. 

purr      rumbles      deep      in      chest.      nails      r a k e      over      exposed      muscle       fibers,       catch      over      adipose,      wring      intestines      where      they      hang      around      pitiable      victim      to       bellicose      woman.      even      now      he      trembles      at      her      touch,      this      utter      wretch      of      a      man,      muscles      spasming      as      he      tries      desperately      to       flinch      from      her      touch.      his      own      DEMISE      has      yet      to       c a t c h       &      he      clings      to      last      vestige       of      LIFE      even      as       body       begins      its       decay.        more      !       more      !      more      !      she      screams      in      deepest       recesses      of      mind,      blood      boiling      with       need      for      MORE.      more      carnage.      more      destruction.      more      chaos.       more      DEATH.      never      will       she      be       satiated.       never       will     be       satisfied.       a      sardonic      smirk      tugged      on       her       lips.  

❝       my      dear,      dari,       ❞       words      were      ominous      like      the      ill      omen      standing      in      front      of       her,       ❝      this      is      only      the       beginning.    ❞  

[unseencne]

strigct  asked : [ 📞 ] ‘ tell me you’re not planning on doing anything stupid. ’

                 𝖙𝖍𝖊  𝖌𝖔𝖉  𝖆𝖑𝖒𝖔𝖘𝖙  𝖑𝖊𝖙  𝖆  𝖑𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖍  𝖋𝖆𝖑𝖑  𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒  𝖍𝖎𝖘  𝖑𝖎𝖕𝖘  𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖊  𝖙𝖍𝖊  𝖕𝖍𝖔𝖓𝖊  𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖙  𝖘𝖔𝖋𝖙𝖑𝖞  𝖆𝖌𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖘𝖙  𝖍𝖎𝖘  𝖊𝖆𝖗.  somehow  she  started  to  understand  him,  the  way  he  did  things.  the  way  he  act                  and  perhaps  he  should  worry  about  it  remembering  why  they  had  come  together  in  the  first  place.  a  deep  breath  ran  from  his  lips  while  he  leans  against  the  chair  and  raises  both  his  legs  to  rest  upon  the  desk  of  his  office.            ❝   is  that  worriness  that  i  heard  right  now ?   ❞            his  voice  sound  a  bit  teasing  indeed  when  he  tries  to  avoid  the  bigger  point  so  she  could  not  see  what  he  was  planning  on  doing.            ❝   don’t  tell  me  that  you  are  falling  for  me  now  love.   ❞

          * phone call prompts.  ↷   @strigct​​   //  not accepting.

[empcthis]

will to dari:

dari to will:

@strigct​

[hellsholygroundarchiv3d]

@strigct​ said --- 🙈

          it’s nearing four am and dom sighs, chin in hand as he stares at the other’s fire place. there is no point in this. the man in the red suit isn’t even real! it’s just something human’s tell their snot-nosed kids. but she seems determined to catch the big man in the act, presents and all. he’d mulled over telling her the truth a few times but...the glee in her eyes pulls him back. he supposes he’d have nothing else better to do anyway. so instead he keeps quiet, letting her have her fun...even if it is pointless. 

holiday meme. // accepting.