#decdbutstillprxtty

[vacanpaathy]

@decdbutstillprxtty​ said: i need you here, with me.  // SOFT ANGST | ACCEPTING

❝ Buffy... ❞ He reaches over and takes her hand in his. ❝ I will always be here for you, for as long as you require and likely even after that. ❞ He smiles just a little, just for a moment. ❝ I cannot possibly begin to understand what you’re going through and I won’t patronize you by pretending I do. Just know that I am here for you to assist in whatever way I can as you work through this and even after that. I will always watch over you. ❞

[ozwolff]

@decdbutstillprxtty ||  sc

oz  steadily  swung  the  cage  door  open  ,  tired  ,  &&  feeling  a  little  worse  for  wear  as  he  stepped  out  into  the  library  floor  .  the  sun  barely  peaking  over  the  window  ,  he  glanced  down  at  buffy  who  ,  was  napping  on  a  stack  of  books  .  willow  was  GONE  .  so  the  slayer  must  have  taken  over  guard  duty  .  he  felt  his  shoulders  sag  slightly  ,  grateful  to  the  blonde  for  giving  up  her  time  to  make  sure  he  didn’t  get  out  .  what  with  everything  else  on  her  plate  .  glancing  at  her  for  a  moment  ,  oz  SLUMPED  his  way  through  to  giles’  office  ,  plugging  in  the  coffee  machine  which  was  only  used  really  during  his  three  day  monthly  wolf-outs  &&  when  bad  supernatural  stuff  was  going  down  .  scratching  the  top  of  his  head  ,  oz  made  up  a  straight  black  coffee  for  himself  ,  then  a  very  SUGARY  mocha  for  buffy  .  the  way  he  knew  she  &&  willow  liked  it  when  they  needed  a  pick-me  up  .

running  his  hand  over  his  face  ,  he  returned  to  the  table  ,  placing  the  coffee  cup  down  gently  in  front  of  her  &&  moving  some  of  the  books  aside  ,  DESPITE  how  tired  he  was  .  all  he  wanted  to  do  was  to  go  home  &&  sleep  .  but  he’d  sit  with  buffy  till  she  woke  up  .  lifting  his  knees  up  ,  he  rested  them  against  the  table  edge  &&  leaned  back  ,  curling  into  himself  as  he  did  so  .  &&  for  a  moment  he  was  able  to  decompress  without  anyone  seeing  .  shoulders  sinking  slightly  &&  a  long  EXHALE  as  he  closed  his  eyes  ,  releasing  all  the  pain  from  the  transformation  .  

[thatslayer]

@decdbutstillprxtty

               Faith's groggy, which makes a hell of a lot of sense because it's almost four in the morning and she hasn't slept in two days. She'll crash, eventually, but the longer she keeps moving the less room she's got in her body for feelings she doesn't want. Doesn't need. Won't put up with.

The elevator doors open and lets her out onto the main floor of a story used mostly for training. Devoid of Tony's toys, except those that would be beneficial to the task of training Avengers, and covered in mats most of the day.

    Faith tosses her gym bag next to a bench by one of the giant picture windows, addressing the only other person in the room as she parks her ass on the bench to change out of her street shoes, "Looks like you made yourself right at home."

[storieswrittcnarc]

@decdbutstillprxtty​ wanted a plotted starter from Peter!

He is at some shitty bar in Hemlock Grove. It’s a small town so there are not many bars around, so he doesn’t have much of a choice anyway. Booze is thrown back, whiskey shot after whiskey shot, to keep the vargulf in him at bay. He can’t get drunk easily, so he is not too worried about being too drunk. It’s just enough to take the edge off.

He can sense it, smell it even, the Upir in this bar. He’s not Roman but he’s clearly decided this place is his hunting grounds. From time to time, Peter finds himself glancing over at him cautiously, prepared to step in if he decides to feed on some poor drunk fool.

He’s found a victim, it seems. Some pretty blonde making her way out of the establishment's back door that leads right into an alley. Quickly, fingers dig into pockets to pull out money so that he can follow after the pair.

By the time he gets there, there’s already a fight. The girl has a stake but it is useless against the Upir. Who the hell taught this blonde to fight Upir’s? Whoever did is fucking stupid, they didn’t tell her Upir’s can’t be killed by stakes.

“That’s not going to do shit! He’s an Upir!” Peter calls towards her, taking the Upir’s distraction to look around for some sort of weapon. It looks like she’s got this handled so he doesn’t actually want to step in unless he has too. “You have to decapitate the fucker! That’s the easiest way to get ‘em!”

[gilesian]

@decdbutstillprxtty | you get one.

"I am not your enemy! Miss Summers--" Whatever he was about to say was replaced by a grunt when the vampire kicked his leg, bringing him to his knees. The creature didn’t wait to strike him and Giles went down, the stake forgotten, choking and gasping after a blow to the neck. Perhaps bargaining in the middle of a war zone wasn’t the brightest idea.

Someone shouted. “Jeeves!” It had to be her, the voice authoritative yet so young. A deliberate mistaking of his name cinched it, too. Giles rolled to the side just as the vampire attacking him exploded into dust.

“T-thank you,” he rasped, looking up at the Slayer. He wasn’t sure he liked how she only paid him--them, the self-styled White Hats and their crusade against the vampires in Sunnydale--attention when it was a matter of life and death.

“Miss Summers, can we talk?”

[normallyxstrange]

@decdbutstillprxtty​ sent: "that's the universe hitting me with some sweet irony" - for casey

memes | selectively accepting

     “Well, the universe is a real fucking prick.” Casey wiped her forehead, the sleeve of her hoodie coming away damp with sweat. She frowned, blue eyes flicking to the other blonde. “It’s never done me any favors.” Thought, honestly, she didn’t really know what she meant by sweet irony. “If you mean it being against you, or whatever, then yeah. I kinda got hit with that too.”

[gloriousxdarkness]

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           She’d seen better, but admittedly the Avengers Tower was pretty fantastic in its own way. More chromatic and ‘modern’ than she tended to prefer in luxury settings, but expecting anything different from an American troupe of super somethings led by Mr. Iron Man himself would be unrealistic. The look and layout of the whole place was on brand, if not terribly creative.

           But there were plenty of wonderful amenities lining the immaculate sink in the restroom, which was always a good sign. Elektra strode in unhurried, paying more attention to one of her shoulders than where she was going, but noting a blonde woman further down. She didn’t know her, not even from the news, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t potentially dangerous. Her hand picked at a wide strap that kept loosening slightly when she moved a certain way--- not ideal on a dress with a neckline so deep the straps themselves doubled as the bodice. She wondered if perhaps she needed to have a word with her tailor about it, but seeing in the mirror how beautifully the white dress fit her otherwise, she rescinded the thought at once.

          She left some space between herself and the other woman, not difficult in a room like this, and then began eyeing the array of products at their disposal, noting perfumes and rejecting little packets of lip color. “Hm. Do you see any tape down there?” Elektra asked after two seconds, her chin lifting that way. Her soft accent cushioned what otherwise might have sounded a bit direct. “Or something? The double-sided kind would be quite handy right about now.”

[redefinereality]

@decdbutstillprxtty​ said :  “i will murder you in spanish” - for peter

Peter blinked, brow furrowing for a moment. “No entiendo,” he started, tapping into his limited knowledge of Spanish, learned in high school Spanish and Duolingo courses. “¿Por qué?”