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[badassxbirdy]

mythology moodboards: the keres

in greek mythology, they were goddesses who personified violent death

requested by anon

#*office hours #cw: blood #badassxqueue #likes clearout

[badassxbirdy]

Since Wire keeps deciding to be a pain in the arse, I’m going to switch to using Ty’s discord more. I can get the alerts on my phone, so really it’s the same difference as a way of doing IC texts.

Username is the same as here, badassxbirdy, so feel free to add her! If your username doesn’t match your url, just let me know who you are. OOC messages can of course be sent as well, but primarily you can consider it her phone.

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[badassxbirdy]

Since Wire keeps deciding to be a pain in the arse, I’m going to switch to using Ty’s discord more. I can get the alerts on my phone, so really it’s the same difference as a way of doing IC texts.

Username is the same as here, badassxbirdy, so feel free to add her! If your username doesn’t match your url, just let me know who you are. OOC messages can of course be sent as well, but primarily you can consider it her phone.

#mini update

[badassxbirdy]

I’ve just become aware that my Wire wasn’t working again. 🤦‍♀️ I’m not sure how long for, but it had logged me out, and when I log back in it thinks I haven’t used the app on my phone before. Which means it won’t show me my conversation history.

Apologies for messages that weren’t responded to, folks!

#mini update

[badassxbirdy]

7.14 | First Date

#fc #badassxqueue #likes clearout

[badassxbirdy]

I'm back to clearing out my likes, so if you get any random notifs on old stuff, 'tis just me misclicking.

#delete later

[badassxbirdy]

3.07 | Revelations

#fc #badassxqueue #likes clearout

[badassxbirdy]

“Maybe we can give that a try some time. Somewhere safer though. Like a pool. A shallow one. A kiddie pool.” Or a puddle. Something with zero chance of any unseen critters lurking below, or currents to pull her under.

It was tremendously hard not to laugh at her questions about the melon and the lemonade, to the point that Tyler barely succeeded. “Watermelon is a fruit. A really tasty and juicy fruit, and lemonade is a beverage. You bein’ around this long without gettin’ to try this stuff is pretty much a travesty. We gotta fix that. I’m gonna make a whole ass list of tasty things that you need in your life.”

“Pickin’ a favourite is pretty hard. I eat it when it’s still all cold.” Possibly weird for someone so averse to low temperatures, but exceptions could always be made for tasty treats. “It isn’t really ice cream anymore once it’s uh, once it’s a liquid.”

"Right?! I dare you to come up with a better name than that!" Why did animals need renaming in the first place? Was it really that important to all human culture? There was no part of her that believed it did. The laugh was a bit of a surprise. She hadn't been trying to be funny, but once Tyler explained, that made more sense. "Oh. I...could teach you? Just...maybe not in the ocean. That would be a terrible place because of the currents and things."

Azrael shook her head and confusion and shrugged, "I don't...I don't even know what summery foods would mean. There is melon made of water? But how does it stay together? Wouldn't you need to drink it? And how would lemons aide me with whatever it is they are supposed to? Do you know how many flavors of ice cream there are? How do you pick out a favorite? Do you wait for it to get melty or do you eat it really cold?"

#*interactions #loyaltyguided #I love Azzy so much omg 😭🥰

[badassxbirdy]

“Let’s not find out. Bustin’ you out would be a major pain in the ass.” Tyler joked, despite suspecting that his passenger would deal with any cop who tried to get close enough to make an arrest. Attempting to take him in would present a risk to his safety, no way this demon prick would let that slide. “I’ll try not to take it personally.” She added with a snort.

Having another consciousness inside you did things, she knew that first hand, having felt some seriously weird stuff during her brief possession. And so it shouldn’t have come as a surprise that he had gained something of a sixth sense. Even so, she felt her stomach sink a little, though she did her best to keep her expression neutral.

Don't know about you but I'm not the too happy kind lately.

Dang, and here she’d been trying to avoid acknowledging that. To avoid acknowledging the bitterness in his voice. The deep sadness that was apparent in both of them… To be honest, she rarely understood exactly what her emotions were doing, even on good days it was all a confusing mess. But one thing she could say with certainty was that actual happiness seemed rare.

“Hey.” She spoke quietly, laying a hand on his shoulder. “There won’t be anyone else movin’ in here anytime soon. We don’t have to rush this. Relax.” If they had to give the thing a nudge, then so be it. For now, she wasn’t too worried, though she did wonder if the… the whatever was here was indeed scared of his roommate. The implications of that were worrying.

“This stuff isn’t as easy as just strolling into a house and a thing being like, ‘hey, what’s up, I’m here to haunt you.’ Well, not usually anyway. We ain’t even close to a dead end yet.” A gentle squeeze was given to Lance’s arm before she moved past him in order to reach what was left of the door, only a light push needed for it to swing open, the thing barely holding onto its hinges.

The room was a mess to say the least. The blackened windows allowed in little in the way of light, but her torch was enough to illuminate what remained of the chair that the poor man had died in. It sat in the middle of the room, like some macabre centrepiece. Not much of the room had been spared by the flames, but those were the parts she wanted to investigate, along with the fireplace itself… Speaking of which, the mantle above it didn’t have so much as a scorch. She made her way over to it to take a closer look, her nose wrinkling again at the smell that was so much stronger on this side of the door.

“Blech, I hate how many jobs are in stinky places. Burned house isn’t as bad as a lot of other stuff, but just once I’d like to look around somewhere that smells more like… I dunno. Freakin’ daisies or whatever.”

"Beginner? Pfft. Please. I'm a pro by now" he retorted, reaching out to touch the charred remains she was pointing her flashlight at. Not at all bothered by the soot webs she was pointing out despite his "Yikes."

"But honestly? I don't know what the cops would do if they caught me. Probably lock me right back up in the loony bin. No thanks."

It was obvious now. In the sound of his voice and the look on his face. How bitter all of it still made him. All the questions he'd been asked. Everything he'd been accused of back in Baltimore. She spoke out the thing he was already so very aware of, too, kept up his sweep of the ground floor with a hardened look on his face.

"It doesn't like anyone I like. So don't worry. Not a you thing." was all he said, but nothing else. He stopped in his tracks, still thinking the case through, even more so when she talked about experience.

"You know, I think maybe that's the problem here. Experience" Lance said, turning around to give the crime scene another good once-over. But there was just....nothing. But the quiet and the smell of fire. "Ever since Maryland I can feel stuff. Or...it feels things so I do, too. Danger. Power. You name it. But here, there's just...nothing."

He thought it trough some more in silence, driving the point of that nothingness home.

"Remember what I thought about earlier? About this thing possibly only going after happy families and people for ultimate effect? Don't know about you but I'm not the too happy kind lately. Plenty of experience, too. Just like you."

Another thorough scan with the flashlight.

"It has no interest in us. Probably waiting for the next happy family to move in. Hell, maybe it's scared of the third wheel currently in the room, too. We're not gonna get anything here."

Turning his flashlight off, grinding his teeth and staring down at the floor, Lance was starting to get frustrated. Because fuck. He wanted to do something. Be helpful. Get rid of whatever fucker was in here. But how the fuck was he ever going to do that if his own hitchhiker was just going to scare it all away? He very obviously was marked territory. Of no more interest to any supernatural entity. Just hunters. But it was the fucking ghosts they were after here. Not the hunters who for sure were coming for him sooner or later anyway.

"Fuck" he muttered under his breath, chewing on his lips. Only to look back at Tyler. "You got any other idea how to force it out? This thing is not hurting any more people just because we couldn't kick its ass to the curb."

#*interactions #badassxqueue #demcnsinmymind

[badassxbirdy]

Me: I have a day to myself, I'm going to get caught up on my drafts and make some graphics.

Also me: Spends the day marathoning musicals and being in my feelings.

#oops. #ooc #delete later

[badassxbirdy]

She smiled as she continued to lavish kisses up and down his neck, aiming to get more of those delicious noises out of him. He didn’t get an answer besides another little laugh when his hands began to explore again. She lay back fully, no longer propped up on her elbows so that her own hands could find their way to his hair, fingers running through it while he moved down her body. Eyes drifted close with a shaky sigh, just letting herself enjoy his touch.

Most of Tyler’s sexual exploits were rather rushed, a combination of her general impatience and questionable locations for hooking up that weren’t really conducive to foreplay. For a change she was in no rush at all. Hell, she’d quite happily lie there all night so long as he kept kissing her… but the lower he got, the more touch she craved, and so it wasn’t long before she was abandoning her own shirt.

It snagged on something as she pulled it over her head: the cocktail umbrella she’d tucked behind her ear at the bar and promptly forgotten about. She immediately fell into a giggle fit, needing a second to untangle it from her hair before tossing both it and her shirt aside, not particularly caring where they landed, before raising her hips a little to aid him in removing her jeans.

He was certainly getting the direction this was taking now, going through a subtle little whole body shiver as he felt her fingers painting shapes into his chest. Traveling lower. Anticipating now as he tried his best to make things easier for her, inspired by her tug at his shirt. Getting rid of it by himself and then dropping his head back down to steal yet another kiss.

Naturally, this was when she chose to take him up on the tease. Getting an actual giggle out of him when she withdrew her hand again with that offhand remark.

"Oh, just okay then? Get outta here" he laughed, but before he could pretend to get off of her and out of bed her lips were on his neck now, dragging a low and more than pleased moan right out of him.

"Hm. Make that a lot and we're on the same page" came the answer after a bit of just enjoying what she was doing. Hands traveling down once more so they could sneak past the hem of her shirt and inside, bunching the fabric up so that more skin was there to be seen and explored. Getting bolder still when he moved back down on her again, leaving a trail of kisses and breezy touches all the way down to her now bare stomach. Unhooking her pants, no longer teasing or even saying anything. Just breathing hotly against her skin between the kisses. Always truly savoring this part right here. Like worship, unwrapping a great gift with all the time in the world. Taking the time to appreciate the moment itself.

#I'm good with either option! Just over here kicking my feet and screaming about THEEEEEEEM! #demcnsinmymind #*interactions #timeline: how it began #badassxqueue

[badassxbirdy]

"Alles Gute zum Geburtstag!"

"Thanks, buddy!"

#*interactions #derschwarzeengel #ty's birthday

[badassxbirdy]

HEY TYLER!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAAAAYYYYYYY!!!

"THANK YOUUUUU!"

#*interactions #ty's birthday #loyaltyguided

[badassxbirdy]

@demcnsinmymind sent: “I’m taking you shopping for your birthday, and I’m buying you whatever you want. Money is no object.” 

Meme: birthday sentence starters! 🥳

"Careful, if you tell me money's no object, then I'm gonna pick the biggest and dumbest thing I can find." Don't test her, instead of a sensible or useful gift, she will absolutely make it her mission to find something unhinged, just for shits and giggles.

"What'd I do to deserve the birthday shop, anyway?"

#*interactions #demcnsinmymind #ty's birthday

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"They say it's your birthday, we're gonna have a good time," Sophie sang, holding out a small tray of cupcakes and a card, "I wasn't sure what flavor you liked, so I got that marble kind that has chocolate and vanilla."

"Chocolate and vanilla? You're officially my new favourite person." And there she goes, shoving an entire cupcake into her mouth at a frankly alarming speed. Someone enter this girl into a food eating contest, her opponents wouldn't stand a chance!

#food is definitely the way to ty's heart. xD #pantslessoptimism #ty's birthday #*interactions

[badassxbirdy]

Mel is waiting on the couch to greet the other, not with breakfast (to the appreciation of many) but with a soft smile and a layer of dogs on her feet. On the table are two gifts, one large and one small, waiting to be opened. "Good morning birthday girl!" - Mel of course

Mel not attempting breakfast is a wise choice on her part, being a disaster in the kitchen is a trait she and Tyler very much share. "Mornin'!" A smile spreads across her face at the sight of the dogs curled up by their favourite person as she joins them in the living room, flopping down into her favourite couch spot.

"You know you didn't have to get me anythin'. I'm just happy you're here."

#“to the appreciation of many” lmaoooooo! these two must be kept out of the kitchen for the sake of everyones safety #ty's birthday #nightiingaled #mel #*interactions

[badassxbirdy]

"Ma chère? Good morning!" He leans down and presses his chin in the place between her neck and shoulder, allowing the warmth there to seep into his own skin for a moment. As he pulls away he kisses her shoulder softly. "I hope I said that right? Happy birthday! I brought breakfast." - (killian, who mel so kindly let in early)

She's not a morning person. Caffeine is usually needed before she can properly function, and staring at the coffee maker is sadly not making it brew any faster. Rude of it, honestly. Thankfully, the moment Killian is there she’s completely distracted from her coffee making task, the magic bean juice no longer mattering.

"We'll make a French speaker out of you yet!" She can't help but giggle. To be honest, it doesn’t matter to her if he says it correctly or butchers it entirely, him even attempting a little French for his multilingual girlfriend is enough to short circuit her brain somewhat.

No thoughts in head. Only boyfriend. 👁️👄👁️

The kiss to her shoulder obviously isn’t enough, Tyler turns around the moment he pulls away, arms slipping around his waist to tug him closer for a proper kiss.

“OooOoo breakfast?”

#*interactions #ty's birthday #the babiiiiiiiiiies! #nightiingaled #Killian