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waylethal · 1 year ago
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with: @giftedeath meme: my muse steals a cigarette from your muse & puts it in their mouth. at: the bronze. season six. listening to: cover band. my iron lung by radiohead.
brow furrowed and cigarette-less mouth agape. the bloody fucking gall... "you can't smoke that here." like a child ready to tattle. nevermind he'd been a beat from lighting up himself. bit amused, too, to be fair. "well, aren't we born to be bad. best to leave it to the seasoned professionals, love," he condescends, pushing off the concrete beam he'd been leaned up against with fingers gesturing for his smoke back, please and fucking thanks. "you -- look, you're getting the filter soggy, 'nough with the william the bloody cosplay. all the pleather's bad enough."
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waylethal · 1 year ago
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with: @giftedeath meme: tousle - mess  playfully  with  my  muse’s  hair. at: summers home. season five. listening to: west end girls by the pet shop boys.
"thinkin' i'm gonna go blonde." since joyce started her hospital stint, dawn has been in the business of testing her big sister's authority in a big teen way. luckily for buffy, she's only half serious now. she brings her rolling eyes up from her homework all smirky. "kidding -- don't wig. the bleach thing is totally overrated." the slyest of digs. the hair brushing is a comfort though, and she thinks it mellows buffy out, too. so she'll try again: "you're all fidgety. is there...," updates? complications? more things you guys are hiding from me? "i mean... everything okay?"
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waylethal · 1 year ago
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“Geez, Xander. Don’t act like you’re hot shit just because we got it on in my motel room,” Faith scoffed through a mouthful of muffin.
The slayer knew he didn’t have the spine for that kinda cool behavior – the guy was usually more like a dog who wouldn’t drop a bone when it came to chasing all the girls’ tails around town. Yeah, yeah. He probably didn’t like her kicking him out of the room and all, but she wasn’t big on the intimacy and pillow talk.
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She narrowed her eyes, looking at him. Faith was never one for the whole ‘helping out when someone was sick’ thing – the most she’d ever done was hold a girl’s hair back while she was yakking. But knowing Sunnydale, this lapse in conversational-ness could have been any number of things.
“If you’re really not feelin’ good… well, Buffy’s out on patrol right now, and we are not goin’ back to my place if that’s what you’re after. Maybe I can see if Willow’s got a couch you can crash on?”
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waylethal · 1 year ago
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spotify wrapped has arrived. send me a number from 1-100 for a starter based on that song, or a lyric from it, or send a 🎁 for me to shuffle.
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waylethal · 1 year ago
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「   RP MEME :       ENEMIES TO FRIENDS TO LOVERS .   」  * change pronouns as needed.
ENEMIES :
‘ don’t act so coy. ’
‘ you! ’
‘ you don’t deserve them. ’
‘ you will never get away with this. ’
‘ i won’t rest until i find you again. ’ 
‘ how dare you pretend to be her friend. ’
‘ does she know the truth about you? ’
‘ how could you do this? ’
‘ this isn’t you. ’
‘ i will be the one who kills you. ’
TO FRIENDS : 
‘ don’t act like you care. ’
‘ i never saw this coming. ’
‘ i’d call it an uneasy alliance if anything. ’
‘ you’re not so bad. ’
‘ i’m trying to trust you, but that’s going to take some time. ’
‘ just because we’re friends doesn’t mean i’m going any easier on you. ’
‘ i’m glad i have you now. ’
‘ try to keep up. ’
‘ so we’re cool now? ’ 
‘ don’t feel like you have to leave just because i got here. ’
TO LOVERS : 
‘ we shouldn’t be doing this. ’
‘ we’ve come a long way, you and i. ’
‘ one more time? for old times’ sake. ’
‘ i want you. ’
‘ i don’t care about anything else. ’
‘ you’re the one for me. ’
‘ i can’t deny it anymore. ’
‘ come to me. ’ 
‘ i just wanted to let you know… ’
‘ please, stay. ’
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waylethal · 1 year ago
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shark eyes stop dead on the girl, attention snagged by the sound of his name, but then it hits him. that smell -- sweet merciful master for all that's dark and unholy, this girl smells good. it lulls him in a bit, black boots scraping against the concrete as he steps forward.
"-- do i know you?" only vaguely flirtatious, though it might read a little more passive aggressive from faith's perspective. she's not wrong, the demon that lives in xander's skin now still isn't very big with the thunkin' of the thoughts, but he's quickly piecing together what's happening here.
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this is a different place, that much is clear. despite the familiar scenery, it's not his home, not his reality. and this girl - this human - knows him. head rolls on his neck, trying to summon strength as much as appeal to her. "just feelin' a little woozy."
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Faith figured she’d hit up the Espresso Pump on Maple Court before headed out on patrol- not that she needed caffeine to keep her up. But they were usually throwing out the stale pastries at the end of the day and she could scoop a few for a quick snack. Unwrapping the cling film on a banana nut muffin, the Slayer stepped off the curb and spotted Xander looking a little clammier than usual.
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Now, normally after sleeping with a dude, she’d make like a tree and get the hell outta town but seeing as Sunnydale called dibs on all the Hellmouthy fun around here… Faith sighed to herself. Hopefully Xan wouldn’t go getting ideas about her… y'know, caring about him and stuff.
“Yo, Xander- you alright there? You look like you’ve been thinking real hard. Creasing that smooth forehead of yours,” she said through a mouthful of muffin, putting herself a few feet from his thousand-yard stare.
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waylethal · 1 year ago
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through the treeline into the clearing is a big field, gray foggy dawn, and a quaint little farmhouse. unassuming by all accounts... if there wasn't a federal demon hunter and a mystical superhuman ambling toward it.
"base is below, there's an entry point in one of the interior walls," riley debriefs as they climb the porch stairs. some things the initiative had right: keeping their sprawling labs concealed behind everyday facades. frat house has been duly swapped for know-nothin' farm land. there's a hokey framed portrait of a stag hung on the outside wall beside the door, he lifts it to reveal a number pad. makes no move to hide it's five digit code from faith. several rows of bar-locks can be heard sliding free from within the door, the place is definitely reinforced in a big gi joe way.
riley pauses before he crosses the threshold, looks back at her. "i'm staying here, up top. i have men out tracking and i need to be on call." in other words, he's not asking her to follow him down into the belly of the new initiative. even smaller between those lines there's eggshells he's trying not to crack. riley can't ignore his sheer, dumb luck of stumbling over a slayer out here and he'd be lying if he said he didn't wanna snatch the opportunity, but he's aware of faith's unpredictability and it feels a little like not trying to scare off a stray. on the other hand, she didn't come all this way for nothin'. "come in, stay out here...," he looks off into the fields stretched out around them, "whatever you gotta do. but i gotta patch up, so..." in he goes, the homestead as plain inside as any other, to snag a medical box.
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@wickedlehane
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waylethal · 1 year ago
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waylethal · 1 year ago
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open .
this isn’t right. it’s night and thank fuck but it’s wrong. no screams are ringing out, he can’t feel the fear in the air and, matter of fact, he feels weak. leather jacket hangs heavy on his shoulders and as he looks around to the smiling, chattering faces passing him by like it’s nothing, like they aren’t just a bunch of blood bags, it occurs to xander�� not in kansas anymore. “oh fu–.”
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waylethal · 1 year ago
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open to: all timeline: season five, halloween. location: the bronze listening to: sugar water by cibo matto
a cymbal beat stings the walls of the bronze like a happy heart's baseline. excited, erratic. not unlike spike's -- if he still had a live one anyway. could be blamed on the state of his twisted features, that pulsing thrill zipping through his veins right now. it's halloween, after all. the club's filled with zombies, witches, and ghouls. what's one more vampire?
except if any of the dull-witted townsfolk looked too close, they might realize the distorted pinch of his brow isn't merely prosthetic, the blinking, yellow eyes not contacts. a smile stretches to reveal razored fangs, admittedly not quite as dangerous as they once were, pre-meddling gi blokes and all, but there remains a savagery to spike's demeanor. plus that ever-present smarminess as he approaches through the bumbling crowd.
"and what are you meant to be then?" he lilts, tonguing a fang as his head cants to the side. "no, wait, let me have a guess."
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waylethal · 1 year ago
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2.07 | 4.18
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waylethal · 3 years ago
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The Great 1.02
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waylethal · 3 years ago
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𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 & 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐒
                                                     𝐀𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄                                       
“You’re dripping blood on the carpet.” “When I said scars are kinda sexy, I didn’t mean you should get one right away…” “Press that against the wound, I’m going to get the med kit.” “It’s bleeding quite badly.” “Oh God, what happened to you?!” “You’re covered in blood! Is it yours?” “Your head looks pretty bad. I’m sure it’ll need stitches.” “It’s going to hurt for a moment, but I’ll need to clean the wound.” “I’m so sorry this happened to you. But you’re safe now.” “That’s a pretty nasty bruise. Want some ice?” “Does it still hurt?” “I don’t think a band aid is gonna fix this…” “Whoa, hey, stay with me! You’re as white as a ghost. Don’t pass out.” “Damn, that must hurt. I’m sure there are some painkillers around here.” “You have to be seen by a doctor. This isn’t going to heal on its own.” “It looks broken. Can you move it at all?” “Here, lean on me. I’ll support you.” “I’m not going to leave you behind. If need be, I’ll carry you.” “I’m going to pick you up now, okay? Just hold on to me.” “Everything is going to be okay. Just hang in there.”
“I don’t feel so good.” “It’s seeping through the bandages.” “My head is throbbing. I think I have a concussion.” “I can barely breathe, it hurts so bad!” “It looks worse than it is. I’m sure it’ll be gone in a couple of days…” “You should see the other one.” “Don’t look at me like that. I don’t want your pity.” “It was my fault, really. I wasn’t paying attention and got hit in the face.” “Getting stabbed wasn’t really on my bucket list.” “I don’t think I can walk.” “Leave me behind, please. I’m just going to slow you down.” “Am I going to die?” “I can’t stop the bleeding.” “I think the bruise matches my eye color.” “Don’t touch it, please! It hurts.” “I don’t want to go to a hospital. I hate doctors!”
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waylethal · 3 years ago
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* creepy location meme
send a number for our muses to interact at the following! 
an uncomfortably quiet gas station 
a bustling diner that never closes
an old tree with trunks like knives 
a video store with a sign titled ‘ JOIN US ’
the back of a stolen car
a twisting forest that beckons you
an antique shop that smells of death and decay
the lot behind a somber hotel
a forgotten graveyard on the outskirts of town
an abandoned church where the choir continue their song 
a grocery store where no one smiles  
a bar where everyone hums the same song
end of the road
an undisclosed government facility
a howling bonfire where shadows betray you
a police station on edge during a blizzard 
an uncanny farmhouse with a ‘ ROOM FOR RENT ’ sign
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waylethal · 3 years ago
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waylethal · 3 years ago
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slayingspice​:
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Her shoulders shake with laughter, biting her tongue is really not doing anything to help her on this. It’s pretty clear she’s on his side on this one. Oops~! “ Oh yeah, the BIGGEST and the BADDEST I’m sure. ” The drawing attention to his mouth thing with the biting thing is just MEAN, reminding her of nearly losing a hank of jugular them jaws in freshman year. Which thinking on it— his whole capacity for Slayer Offing is probably indicative of SOMETHING for demons and the demonically inclined, or maybe it’s just like… compensating ? Though somehow she doubts he’d have a girlfriend for a century if he DID suck. Either way she rolls her eyes at him obnoxiously. Big Bad DORK is more like it. What a blowhard.
“ He curses your name regularly, let your heart be warmed. ” Doing a quick mental assessment of what they have at the house, what she will not be killed for cracking open, and how much cash she has on her for a run.  “ I can make booze happen but you’re gonna be the only smoker here AND you’ll be doing it out on the porch so we’re not BOTH staked— I quit smoking when I left LA. Probably should stop drinking too but— ” She shrugs before she switches gears. “ What lessons are we talking about here ? I DID get punk 101 already you know, I just opted to KEEP the barbie chic. ” She juts out her own jaw in mockery and challenge. Because you know, it was fun.
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“an’ don’t you forget it, slayer.” he’s all filthy smiles and suggestion, but it’s not lost on spike that they two may as well be a couple of gossiping old maids. fair to say he’s loving it. not like the more stiff-lipped sister’d indulge him in a spot of shit talk. the glee turns to a dramatized, scrunched scowl. “you quit smoking? over a drink? what fucking hell sort of sense does that make then? what, not like you’ll die from lung cancer.” as opposed to a drunk slayer who’d really just be a nip for the big baddies taking and -- drunk slayer, hmm, the idea immediately lights a spark. spike becomes a whole lot more amenable.
frosty blues roll, more playing his part than anything. “punk 101 from a bloke who was actually there?” granted he’s more goth these days, but, well... “you olsens could do with showin’ a mite bit of appreciation for having ol’ spike around. ain’t been a meeting of vampire-slayer minds in history, has there? could learn more than a thing or two, f’you used me right.” brow ticks a bit at that, not quite having meant the sentiment that way, but -- hey. sure. “what’s our poison then? wager teaching you to make a proper drink’s step one.”
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waylethal · 3 years ago
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