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I've been off tumblr for a bit because, when I'm not at work, I'm helping to barn raise a couple of discord group verses and get them off the ground.

I'm stumbling in, because I'm casting group verses! And there's room in a BtVS/TO/TVD/TW/SPN crossover verse (The Originals-based and set in New Orleans in early seasons) for canons from all four shows, as well as select OCs (select, in that we're looking for ocs that fit the show, like werewolves, witches, vampires, slayers, etc.). There is a discord hub for rp, and there's some rp stuff on tumblr in the same verse, already. Friendly group! If you're interested, please drop me a message! Don't *like* this for interest sake, because I won't see it.

I will be back on tumblr, soon! I've just got my work cut out for me. <3

#rebooping for the day crowd #I am coming back to tumblr I promise #must get these verses up and running first #v ; immortal beloved #{ ------------time out. ( ooc ) #plot-heavy

[thatslayer]

I've been off tumblr for a bit because, when I'm not at work, I'm helping to barn raise a couple of discord group verses and get them off the ground.

I'm stumbling in, because I'm casting group verses! And there's room in a BtVS/TO/TVD/TW/SPN crossover verse (The Originals-based and set in New Orleans in early seasons) for canons from all four shows, as well as select OCs (select, in that we're looking for ocs that fit the show, like werewolves, witches, vampires, slayers, etc.). There is a discord hub for rp, and there's some rp stuff on tumblr in the same verse, already. Friendly group! If you're interested, please drop me a message! Don't *like* this for interest sake, because I won't see it.

I will be back on tumblr, soon! I've just got my work cut out for me. <3

#{ ------------time out. ( ooc ) #v ; immortal beloved

[thatslayer]

Elijah doesn't even need to give her the go-ahead before she's on her bullshit, again. Gesturing in the general direction of the Abattoir and his ridiculous brother, "I am not goin' to no showdown disguised as some big, family dinner. For real, yo, when's the last time you had dinner with Nik and 'some guy' didn't get their ass beat? Or worse. Hate to be St. Obvious, here, but you guys are Mikaelsons. I'm 'some guy'." His lil smile catches her attention and she returns it, a little growly, and gives him a playful thwack in the chest with a balled-up fist, "The hell you smilin' at? Brat-ass vampire"

sentence starters || accepting || @thatslayer

❝ don't tell me to quit being melodramatic it's the only time i have any fun. ❞

Elijah's lips press together slightly as he fails to fight off a smile, his gaze shifting toward Faith. ❝ Is it now? ❞ He drags a deliberate glance over her, before he makes a sweeping gesture. ❝ Then I certainly won't hold you back, darling. Go ahead... Be as melodramatic as you'd like. ❞

#enduringlystoic #He's so precious #v ; immortal beloved #I'm headed to work in a bit but I couldn't resist lol

[thatslayer]

@ofcrossrcads Time to fite!

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i genuinely hope that boop day inspires everyone to interact more with other tumblr users. because it’s clearly way more fun this way!! even once the boop button is gone, there’s still asks, tag and ask games, comments, dms, fuck it let’s bring back blog rates i don’t care. part of the reason that tumblr is dying is that its way less social than it used to be. let’s fix that!!

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[thatslayer]

I don’t know what this BOOP thing is, but it’s onnn.

#{ ------------time out. ( ooc ) #at work but will attack

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cont. ; @freakarus

Faith's bruised. Her chest, her back. Her face. It's healing but it's a lot and all she wants to do is get in a hot bath and forget her damn night. Forget that damn demon, the one who tossed her around Hawkins sizeable cemetery like she was nothing. Managed to hit three tombstones, straight up broke one with her spine. She's literally just inside the door, barely time to lock it, when someone outside is wanting her attention. Knows who it is before she opens the door. Shoos him away, just to get a 'no' for her trouble. Faith winces, hefting the strap of her gym bag off her shoulder, "Whatever, dude. Talk, but make it fast."

#freakarus #v ; hawkins #I tried to write last night. I really did lol

[thatslayer]

I’m a mess of person but I’m loyal and I’ll love you with everything I have.

#{ ------------ hotter than a fantasy. lonely like a highway. ( faith ) #about;faith

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Faith and Elektra clearly don't see this the same way. Faith seems world-weary, exhausted beside the bubbling glee of her friend and, to top it off, now someone else knows. Someone else isn't supposed to know and, frankly, Faith's always been good at keeping it a secret. Back in her Sunnydale days, Buffy's Slayerness was basically a known secret. People knew there was something off about her, special, even if they didn't really know what it was. Maybe it's because Faith was so easily pushed into the background, but she can't really think of many who ever knew what she was. Yeah, accidents happen, but this one's a doozy and not easily fixed.

She sighs when Elektra points out that she was holding something back and she reaches into the breast pocket of her jacket, after a little, plastic compact so she can use the mirror to try and fix what that bastard did to her hair. "Yeah, you caught me. I'm Santi Claus," Her mascara's bled grey around her eyes, lipstick smeared at the corner of her mouth. She looks like actual hell and it's not the first time. Faith tries to use the edge of her ring finger to clean up the line of her lipstick when she pauses, glances away from the mirror to Elektra, "You're not gonna tell anybody about this, right?" Who'd believe her?

Elektra just as well doesn't hear Faith's second refrain of telling her what to do, because that look on her face isn't going anywhere. And the idea she'd stay behind completely irrelevant. There's a light in Elektra's eyes, and her lips don't seem to know better than to wear a flickering smile. "I knew you were special," she breathes out on an exhale, with the air caught in her lungs, sounding like the surest and most confident assertion Elektra's ever made.

Thrilled. She gets enough of her brain back to remember she's not supposed to give up the game about herself to all but one, when the time is right — would have in a heartbeat, if the situation was as dire as it looked — but it's hard to focus when right in front of her is a dream. She doesn't get to walking, too interested just in facing Faith right now. Her tone changes a bit, almost playful, but still just as certain. "You're so much more than you let on."

#gloriousxdarkness #v ; blue skies #1940s twinnies crack me up

[thatslayer]

Eliza Dushku as Danielle in The New Guy (2002)

#{ ------------ hotter than a fantasy. lonely like a highway. ( faith ) #about;faith

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#{ ------------ hotter than a fantasy. lonely like a highway. ( faith ) #about;faith #one last breath #creed #rpplaylist

[thatslayer]

Faith's not the sharpest knife in the drawer --- entirely forgot about the third body in the alley with them until Elektra practically yips with excitement like an overjoyed child with an especially ridiculous new toy. It wrenches Faith out of her stooper and she straightens up, winces as something snaps in between her shoulder blades and reaches up to give the back of her neck a solid squeeze to get some of the tension out of it, "Hey," like she means business, because she can't risk a fight and try to protect Elektra at the same time, "Thought I said to stay put?"

She sighs, though. Seems more ouched than angry as she starts to walk to her friend --- actually walking towards the street, Elektra just happens to be between her and their way out. Glances at Elektra as she passes, "No kiddin'? What's what you know, exactly?"

A quick sweeping assessment of the running victim and the sounds of fighting has Elektra break into a sprint for the remaining short distance. Half a second passes where she's about to carry her momentum into a launch of her lower body into the center of this guy's thick shoulder, because he's killing Faith, but the gears winding up in her freeze as the tables turn. Faith gets the upper hand in a flash, and the way she moves. Amazement smooths out the pinch of concern, and it's written all over Elektra's face.

The pure amazement gets tainted with bewilderment as Faith kills him with a mop, and he... disintegrates. There's a stretch of city silence where Elektra hovers in place, staring at Faith.

"I knew it!" she exclaims softly, victoriously, a step up from a whisper that makes it sound like she's not much in shock, but pleasant surprise.

#gloriousxdarkness #v ; blue skies

[thatslayer]

There's a reason why you train a dog with a whistle and not a word. See, sometimes? That dog's chasing something so damn good, you can scream bloody murder and he just won't hear you. Can't stop, has to catch and play and kill. Faith's like that, can't lay off a little danger and she can't fucking hear you call her name.

When Elektra makes it into the alley, she barely misses being run into a fleeing woman in her mid-twenties, sobbing, holding her neck with one hand and her hat in the other. She doesn't even look back, fat lot of gratitude.

Faith's on the damn ground being towered over by a big, burly fella dressed a little bit like he might be on shore leave --- forty years ago. He's got her on the pavement, her shoulders between his knees as his giant hands try to make short work of her wind pipe. She clocks someone else in the alley with them but she's too busy to switch focus, grappling with fists like Christmas hams, trying to catch a hopeful breath. The sailor must notice Elektra, too, because he glances towards the mouth of the alley for the shortest moment --- it's enough.

The second he's distracted, Faith grabs at his face with both hands and thumbs into his eye sockets. That's all it takes for him to game face, let her go and start to reel back but Faith's not in a forgiving mood. When he's off her, she rolls high onto her shoulders and kips back up to her feet, shaky but alive. The vampire scrambles back and Faith looks around for something to replace the stake she lost when that asshole first grabbed her and she finds it in broken mop. She busts the handle in two, discards the business end and, because she's pissed, pulls back and launces the handle across the alley, into the vampirate's chest. He reaches for the make-shift stake with one hand, the other reaching for her as he starts to stumble towards her like he might take her with him, but his moments are few and he starts to rattled to dust, gone by the time he reaches her feet. She winces, rests her forward, hands on her knees, "Yeah," she grumbles, "You better run."

"And you know this girl?" she volleys back, looking like the cat that got the cream. The girl who knows where to look. Elektra hopes — no, she knows Faith's got something she wants. Nobody else out here on these streets who does, really, who's got that thing inside them like Elektra does. Whatever you want to call it, a taste for mayhem or drive for pushing the envelope, it's one of the most valuable qualities she can find in another. Matt's not ready for this level yet... or actually, he might be, but he's not here.

She's still a pace ahead in eagerness, never straying too far, but when Faith shouts to standby, she's already bounding down the alley by the time Elektra turns in surprise. Danger. And Faith's running towards it? Her heart flutters like she's in love twice over, and it picks up even more as she follows after Faith. It'd be nice to think she's concerned about an unskilled girl going off alone into the dark, in this city, potentially in need of help, but Faith doesn't strike her as easy prey. Elektra just feels a fast tug, lets it pull her in.

#gloriousxdarkness #v ; blue skies

[thatslayer]

Do   NOT   take my kindness for weakness

   ..   It might be the last thing you ever do ..

#{ ------------ hotter than a fantasy. lonely like a highway. ( faith ) #about;faith

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Elijah Mikaelson in 318: 1/? // requested by anon

#about;elijah #enduringlystoic #` { ------------ immortal beloved. ( elijah ) #*bite bite bite* #v ; immortal beloved

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Elektra's smile is returned in the form of a grin - happy to be guilty as charged. Faith shrugs as they hoof it in crisp night air that's packed to the bring with a million and one jazzy little possibilities., "Nah," it's almost a fib, "Depends on what's goin' down in the City. Always some kinda hubub out there, girl can get in a whole heap of trouble if she knows where to look."

Ain't that the truth? Elektra's about the fanciest person Faith's ever known in real life, so she's still a little surprised that Miss Ritz, herself, is always so hip to the jive and ready for action. They're kindred, at least in that way, they are. Sure, Faith might not know the difference between a shrimp fork and a dinner fork, or that there's even such a thing as a shrimp fork, but Elektra's never made her feel low about it. Doesn't seem to care that her current mayhem sister is, at best, gutter trash and at worst… well, let's not bring up old stabbings. They're closing in on the corner, only a few yards off when an almost inaudible sound from a dark alley catches Faith's attention and, without warning, she barks, "Stay here!" and chases fear into the that awful din.

Elektra laughs just a pace ahead, a quick sound carried back as she turns her head to look at Faith. "I like the way you talk." Everyone here seems to talk looser than anyone she knew before. Even when Stick's colorful, it's not like this. It's like there's life in the air. Energy in the million lights. So different from home, but it doesn't help anyone to dwell. She continues almost without pause, shooting a conspiring smile. "And I like the way you think."

It sounds easy, actually. Like they'll walk right up and drive right out. There's certainly a jaunt in Elektra's step as they pass honking traffic and a line of headlights each as big as her head. "Done this much before?" she asks, turning again but not slowing. "Regular Saturday night?"

#gloriousxdarkness #v ; blue skies #Oops. Cats about to be out of the bag

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Faith's paying as much attention as she can while still watching the shadows like some beast might leap out at any moment. It's quiet, though, which isn't exactly her bag. New Orleans is an entire trip -- kinda hard to be a Slayer in this town. No fights, no slays, it's messed up.

She feels useless, on top of feeling underfoot at The Abattior - and wholly unwelcome.

Her lips purse and she starts to idly roll her stake between her palms, clearly needing to scratch whatever itch has worked its way under her skin. Sophie suggests Marcel's in charge and Faith's brow tents over one eye, "You're kidding, right? That guy's fine ass is, like, one punch away from the floor, yo. The hell could he possibly have on you guys?

Sophie figured it would be good for the Slayer to have a little bit of company along the way. She doubted that Faith would enjoy explaining herself over and over to each member of the coven that she met along the way. The Quarter coven was closing in, protecting what they had left at the moment.

They had no other choice.

As they began to walk, Sophie snorted at Faith's assessment of her biggest problem right now. Marcel. "Unfortunately, it is not that simple. As much I as would like to personally snap his neck, he has something that belongs to us. So until we get that back, he does call the shots."

#taintedbloodlines #taintedbloodlines ; sophie #Sophie: *make sense* #Faith: Ok but just smack him around. #v ; immortal beloved