❛ 𝔏𝔢𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔢 .

❝ 𝐅𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡. Her name alone invokes awe. ' 𝐹𝑎𝑖𝑡𝘩 '. A set of principles or beliefs upon which you're willing to devote your life. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫. A lethal combination of beauty, power, & death. ❞

[faithie]

 ❛   𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕 𝒎𝒆, 𝑰 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑰'𝒎 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒆𝒇𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕.  ❜

selective  &  independent  canon  divergent ,  𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇  𝐋𝐄𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐄  from  buffy  the  vampire  slayer .  includes  a  𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛  𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜  verse  ( currently  under  construction ) .  a  𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑦  in :  abandonment ,  trust  issues ,  the  dark  slayer  stigma ,  past  trauma ,  wanted  fugitive  &  being  the  true  slayer .  slayed  &  adored  by  𝙼𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙴  |  𝟹𝙾+  |  𝚜𝚑𝚎 / 𝚑𝚎𝚛 .      

                                                      —  𝟸𝟷 +  𝙾 𝙽 𝙻 𝚈 !  —

                        𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙴𝚂  //  𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙴𝚂  //  𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽𝚂  //  𝙶𝚄𝙸𝙳𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙴𝚂

[faithie]

do i give my georgia her own blog?

[faithie]

do i remake my caroline blog? Orrr do i bring back my Chrissy blog?

[faithie]

sneak peak into a video that i’m working on. just need to find the motivation to finish it.

[faithie]

give  this  post  a  little  smooch &  i’ll  either  come  spam  you  with  meme’s  or  i’ll  throw  out  a  starter,  maybe  even  three  of  varying  lengths.  ♥

[faithie]

                  “ 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝘩𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠. ”  

[cahrolinemoved]

𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐀𝐘. You can't choose what stays and what fades away.

indie highly selective, highly private and mutual exclusive CAROLINE FORBES written as an original character and set within the FEAR STREET universe. sired by charli  (  30,   she/her  ) minors and non mutuals dni.

[faithie]

holyxsins​:

            two  non-committed  people  tip  toeing  around  a  relationship  was  complicated  enough.  mix  in  their  attitudes  and  you’ve  got  a  shit  storm.  he  found  himself  drawn  to  things  about  her  that  would  probably  push  most  people  away.  constantly  pushing  her  buttons  just  to  see  what  new  qualities  might  arise,  almost  like  a  game.    there  was  a  bond  between  them,  unbreakable;  yet  delicate.  hit  the  right  pressure  point  and  it  could  crumble.  

 “  that  explains  the  guy  at  the  bar.  ”  flashing  a  smug  smile  with  a  raised  brow,  deflecting  the  taunt,  knowing  she  meant  him. with a quick swing of his arm discarding the end of his cigarette.  “  you  got  a  hot  date  in  there  or  something?  ” he stalled. truthfully  he  just  liked  having  her  to  himself,  away  from  the  noise,  crowded  bodies,  and  guys  trying  to  flirt  with  her  every  two  seconds.  

          There it was, the inevitable dig. Faith’s defence mechanism of insulting him shut down in an instant with that smile of his. The simmer of infuriation bubbled at the surface, knowing full well she could hurt him in a heartbeat if she wanted to, but not having the guts to cause him any harm whether it was physical or emotional. “Johnny.” she corrected, throwing out a random name, knowing that adding some kind of formality to the loser at the bar was a sure fire way to get under his skin.

“Oh, you’re free to join us if ya want. I’m sure he won’t mind.” she toyed, closing the distance between them. Her fingers walking one by one across his chest, doe eyes locking with his. “I mean unless you can’t handle watching his hands all over me.” she purred, the smirk hinting her move in their everlasting game of emotional chess. Cocking her head to the side the girl smiled a sickly sweet yet sinister smile. A warning almost that she would take it all the way if he didn’t do or say something now.

[faithie]

@sacredslaycd​ liked for a starter.

          “ Hey, kid.” she greeted in passing, balancing a large stack of dusty old books in her arms. Things were rocky between them, but Faith had stopped trying, out of fear of making that rift between them even bigger. “Seen Giles or Will?” she asked, dropping the books down with a huge thud, centuries of age pooling from the covers in the forms of little dust clouds.

[faithie]

@vervainlacedveins​ liked for a starter.

       “Eva right?” the slayer asked, kicking her doc martins down from the coffee table in the living room of the boarding house. Doe eyes scanning the girl before her, “I’m Faith, Damon’s friend.” she introduced, happily leaving out the fact that she was an old flame of his. “The slayer.” she clarified further, as if the title meant anything to Eva. “He uh, flew me in from Sunnydale to help find Stefan. Said you might have a new lead on his whereabouts?”

[faithie]

@little-miss-buffy​ liked for a starter.

         “Look B, I get it. Your pissed. Xander was just there and I heard no complaints. Not before, during or after, so ya gotta let it go or you and I are gonna have problem.” warned the younger slayer. Doe eyes laced with the irritation from the cold shoulder that Buffy was giving her.

[faithie]

@canbequitemean​ liked for a starter.

        New Orleans was becoming a ghost town the more the days dragged on. The monsters that went bump in the night now few and far between. It was hell for a slayer, and with no sign of Nik, Kol or Elijah it was just down to the girls to at least try and get along. At the very least bond over something. “So, Marcel? You said you guys had history? Like, the down low kind of history, orrrr?” she chuckled kicking her feet back and forth over the edge of the table.

[faithie]

@flamefallen​​ liked for a starter.

              Beacon Hills was very much like Sunnydale. It was a small town rife with things that went bump in the night. However the monster’s here were different, vamps were a rare breed, while werewolves ran this town. News of an Alpha pack travelled fast bringing Faith to the quaint little town, ready to put a stop to whatever big, bad and nasty was lurking in the shadows. “Ya know I’m not afraid of you. The big bad wolf.” she taunted her head following the sound of the twigs breaking one by one around her.

[faithie]

give  this  post  a  little  smooch  &  i’ll  either  come  spam  you  with  meme’s  or  i’ll  throw  out  a  starter,  maybe  even  three  of  varying  lengths.  ♥

[faithie]

canbequitemean​:

“Nik is going to wish he daggered me. If his plan was to keep me safe.” Rebekah couldn’t believe Nik’s idea was to leave her with a slayer. She’s older, stronger, and can handle herself. “I’m his darling little sister. Of course he pulls these stupid stunts all the time. He and Elijah would rather I stay behind. What’s the point of helping my family if I can’t do anything.”

        “Blondie, I’m the slayer. It doesn’t matter how old or strong you are I’m designed to kill your kind. The powers that be chose me to rid the world of blah, blah, blah.” she scoffed, rolling her dark eyes. “What ever family drama you have with Nik, it’s your drama. I’m all for sitting on the side lines and watching you kick his ass, but I have no intention of stopping you from doing whatever you want to do.” Faith sighed, she had no family left that she knew of. Nobody to look after her when things got tough, so she couldn’t relate to the blonde’s frustration, but she knew what it was like to be babied. To be kept out of the loop. With a heavy sigh her hands flew out from her sides, shoulder rising with the question on her tongue, “Wanna go grab a beer?”

[faithie]

azazelsfavorite​:

“There’s always Abaddon” He joked, when she mentioned nuns. Sam handed her a beer. “Do you mostly patrol graveyards? There was no shortage of cemeteries in Lebanon. "We could go take a walk around the cemetery ” He raised his eyebrows waiting to see if he peaked her interest.

“Aladdin who?” she questioned, brow raising with confusion as she took the beer from him. Doe eyes momentarily gazing down the neck of it. “The dead gotta rise somewhere, and nine times out of ten, that’s where the undead hang.” she quipped, pulling the beer up to her lips, an instant smile washing over her lips. “It’s either I slay something or I bed something. So I’m down.” she chuckled tossing the amber fluid to the back of her throat, washing down the beer in a matter of seconds. “I mean, I could still do both.” she hinted, her smile turning cheeky as she climbed to her feet.

[faithie]

tobeblamed​:

       dean nodded apprehensively while busying himself with the task he had taken upon himself.       ‘  beats permanent scars, i guess. ’    he thought out loud before looking over at the tattoo on her arm.  taking hold of her wrist, he dabbed softly against the open wound to clean it as he carried on with his curious questions.    ‘ aren’t tattoos technically scars, too?  ’    he furrowed his brows and nodded at her ink.   ‘  how’d you get to keep that?   ’

            Faith couldn’t help the inkling of a smile “Or drunken mistakes.” she scoffed, instant regret came in the form of a hiss, her tongue flicking out to soothe at her cut lip. It was impressive how gentle he was being with her, the attention to detail across each wound while keeping the pain at a minimal, it was a skill very few possessed. “Back in Boston, Prof... Diana. My watcher. She knew a guy. He was a total tool, but he figured out that the deeper the cuts, the harder it was for the Slayer to heal.” her hand reached up to scratch at the back of her neck. Even just mentioning D for a second brought up all kinds of survivors guilt. “Do you got any?" she asked a soft groan leaving her lips, moving a little to help aid him further with her clean up.