#ettusoror

[xhelenaxleblancx]

@ettusoror

          “Yeah, yeah, yeah! Yer fuckin’ yerself tonight, Bobby!” Helena wasn’t in the MOOD for his DRAMA -- 8-Ball of meth shoved into the pocket of her over-sized black hoodie, she stepped out back the bar. She didn’t actually CARE about Bobby’s feelings -- she was USING HIM. Despite all the bullshit she brought, he sure as shit wasn’t ‘bout to give up the best serving of sloppy toppy he’d ever had---SLAM. Heavy door to the alleyway crashed shut -- emaciated fucker falling back against it, sliding down to her ass and digging out her pack of smokes. She’d wait ‘til she got to her truck to start shooting up -- much as she CRAVED THE FEELING. Perching the cancer-stick on her bottom lip, she lit it -- head lulling back against the door and eyes fluttering while she greedily sucked nicotine into her bloodstream. Smoke twirling out of nostrils. 

          “Mm...” Flick. Flick. Flick. It was only upon her third flick of ashes that heavy lids lifted and obsidian depths caught sight of a woman laying PASSED OUT on asphalt. Back covered in discarded ashes -- "Oopsie.” She’d have felt bad if she’d been born with that capability. SHAME was a word Helena LeBlanc didn’t know the definition of. Curiosity, well that was a word she excelled at -- Scooting forward, she kicked the other’s shoulder with the worn sole of her knock-off Converse -- HARD. “Hey, y’alive?” Thought of it being a corpse didn’t bother her like it probably SHOULD HAVE. ‘Round these parts, folks died every day.

[filthy-goddamn-freakshow]

ettusoror answered:

         she   bit   her   lip   hard      -      almost   certain   she   was   going   to   draw   blood .      oh   he’s   so   not   her   type .      greasy   blue   hair   as   if   he   was   homeless .      but   his   eyes   CAPTURED   her .      seemed   to   hold   her   hostage .      he   seemed   certain ,      though .      confident .      it   was   as   if   he   KNEW   every   little   thing   she   wanted .      needed .      as   if   he   understood   that   she   needed  a   change   more   than   anything   else .

         but   she   couldn’t   let   him   see   just   how  DESPERATE  she   was   for   something   new .      so   she’d   offer   a   small   shrug     -      ran   her   fingers   back   through   her   hair   before   crossing   them   across   her   chest .      “      really ?      and   what   are   you   gonna   change   about   it ?      ”

{ @ettusoror } - continued from here

Knowing that she didn't believe him made Kai more determined to prove her wrong. He needed the challenge - craved it. He'd lost interest in almost all of his followers because that was just what they were - followers. Mindless, blind sheep to lead to the slaughter if he pleased. This girl was new, fresh and most importantly seemed to think he was full of shit. Winning her over might not be easy - if it would be he wouldn't care so much. He would have dismissed her already and moved on to the next idiot if he hadn’t felt she was so beneficial to his cause.

Hands rested on the table in front of himself as he looked into those hazel eyes. They were full of secrets. He was sure of it. He wanted to know them all - use them to his advantage as he did with every little bit of knowledge he obtained. "In every way." His words were cryptic for the purpose of drawing her in more. He didn’t always know what to say but he knew how to fake it well and leave the rest up to his charismatic personality. "You name it and I'm going to change it." Finally he took her hand into his own just to feel the warmth of her skin and add that level of intimacy. "We change the world. But let's just start with your life." He didn't know what it was about this girl - there was something different about her and that also made him want her even more.

[alleviatiiona]

CONTINUED / @ettusoror

         a   small   nod   as   she   sat   up   in   her   bed ,      hair   still   damp   from   a   recent   shower .      legs   crossed   in   front   of   her   as   she   looked   back   to   the   other   angel .      (      of   course   she   was   still   awake      —      she   rarely   slept   any   longer .      at   the   very   least ,      not   for   more   than   an   hour   at   a   time .      woken   by   even   the   smallest   noise .      )      “      yeah      —      what’s   up ?      ”      soft   as   she   looked   back   to   where   he   stood   in   her   doorway .      “      ‘s   everything   okay ?      ”

YOU  ARE  TO  RETURN  BY  MORNING.  that’s  what  they’ve  told  him,  and  the  words  should  be  enough  to  break  his  heart,  but  he  supposes it’s  been  shattered so  endlessly  it  can  no  longer  feel  the  gravity  of this  loss—  of  any  loss.  he’s  nervous about  tomorrow,  a  terrible  itch  existing  from  his  shoulders to  the  tips  of  his  wings  and  fidgeting  fingers, a  longing  to stay  that  he  could  never  indulge.  but  perhaps  he  can  indulge something  else.

her  freshly  washed scent  alone  carries more  life  than  exists  in  his…  home.  he finds  his  feet  shuffling  where  he  stands, wishing  to  draw  closer,  but  he  won’t  yet  allow  it.  he  does  not  have  permission, after  all.  he  swallows,  his  usual  crestfallen  gaze speaking  of  unintentional desperation.

“  I  have  to  leave  in  the  morning. ”  lucian  swallows,  slender fingers  fidgeting.  “  can  i…  will  you  let  me…  ”  he’s  on  the  brink of  tears  merely asking.  what a  selfish  desire,  but he  cannot  help  the  way  his  mind,  his  body,  his  starving soul  screams  for  touch.  “ can  I  sleep  here?  with  you?  ”

[venenosadulce]

@ettusoror from this

Well this was her curse she supposed, but then she wasn’t lying when she said that Panty looked like shit right now. It wasn’t even the fact that she was hung over because....well that was normal, something she still didn’t know how her sister did it considering she couldn’t get drunk if her life depended on it outside of hell.

“In your mother fucking dreams, at least not now anyways. God I swear I’m going to gag just being in this fucking room. You, out of bed and into a fucking shower......” It was a wonder they still had the church running given everything that had happened, it was more of a wonder that Panty actually talked Stocking into moving back in here......it was the spot of her entire existences greatest fuckup......where she had killed Garterbelt and tried to kill her sister.....fuck you Corset, just fuck you.

“And next time you have five fuckers over at once at least get me a god damn hotel room.”

[geekyghostbuster]

(closed RP with ettusoror)

For the first time in about four years, Briefers Rock was going to see Panty Anarchy in person. Normally, getting to see his hero and his true love would make his heart ricochet around his chest, but he’s changed a lot since he left Daten City. He looks a bit more mature too. His ginger curls having been restyled into a neater haircut and the sweats he wore in his teenage years have been replaced with nicer shirts and khakis.

He glances down at his phone, rereading the few texts he sent back and forth with Panty a couple of days ago. Brief wasn’t entirely sure if her number still worked, but he felt like he had to reach out. She was an important friend to him all those years ago, and he couldn’t come back to Daten City without at least popping in to say hello. Thankfully, she texted back saying sure, and told him when he could show up. As always, the church’s doors were always open to him.

But opening them again after so long was a little odd. The chapel has seen better days. The pews and the alter was caked in dust, and most of the lightbulbs looked to have burnt out a long time ago. It makes a little sense; Garterbelt supposedly left Daten City not long after Brief did. Panty would have been living here on her own ever since, and he had a feeling that she didn’t care that much about maintaining the sanctity of this place. Nor would most of the city, all things considered.

He’s heard small rumors about what Panty has been up to, but he wasn’t combing through the internet like he used to for every last detail. He’s been able to have a nice life of his own, and he couldn’t wait to tell her about all the stuff he’s been up to. He steps into the small elevator and takes a deep breath. Wouldn’t be long now...

[feargods]

continued // @ettusoror

         blue   eyes   flickered   up      -      filled   with   understanding .      oh ,      they’d   never   been   on   particularly   good   terms ,      had   they ?      but   maybe   this   they   had   in   common .      both   were   merely   PAWNS  in   some   grand   scheme .      so   REPLACEABLE .      she’d   swallow   hard      -      fought   to   keep   her   heart   in   her   chest   as   her   throat   tightened .      reached   for   the   bottle   of   vodka   sitting   on   the   table   before   them      -      drank   straight   from   it .      cradled   it   like   a   CHILD .

         .“      it’s   only   getting   worse .      ”      it’s   not   just   HELL   anymore .      they   both   want   her   DEAD .      she   was   sure   of   it .      certain   her   mother   had   found   her   replacement   among   the   ranks .      found   someone   so   much   better   suited   to   take   over .      “      you   should   LEAVE .      if   they   catch   you   anywhere   near   me  you’ll   be   killed .      i   think   they   assume   everything   and   everyone   here   is   CORRUPTED   now .      if   i   were   you ,      i’d   run   while   you   still   can .      ”

     it had taken a lot for benji to come here and ask for her HELP. he was quite fond of panty, to put it honestly -- the only thing he enjoyed more than being an asshole was having people who could RETURN THE FAVOR. not many could match his dry wit and sarcasm. they definitely didn’t make a good team, though. she was stubborn and abrasive and KEEN on being in control. but she was the only other person he could think of that may have some INSIGHT on the situation. 

     her answer is disappointing, to say the least. “ oh, come ON, now, ” he scrunched up his face at her, DISDAIN evident. “ i really thought it would take more to get YOU of all people to throw in the towel. where the hell is that girl who argued with me about condom brands for forty five minutes ?  i came here expecting a pep talk. you’re really putting a damper on my mood. ” 

[xhelenaxleblancx]

ಠ_ಠ: what is your biggest pet peeve? spill some a that t e aaaaa

@ettusoror

          If you asked me RIGHT NOW, I’d say my biggest pet peeve is sensitive people. Which sounds very rude lol. But being 28 and growing up how I did, I find it highly difficult to keep up with younger folks and I really hate that everything I say/do triggers someone. It’s constantly walking on eggshells in conversations the last few years and that’s not easy for someone who is blunt and honest to do. I won’t HATE you if you are highly sensitive but I may stray away from talking to you. It’s for the best for both of us. Yeah rude. lol.

[geekyghostbuster]

Briefers Rock remembers something the priest Garterbelt told him a few days ago before he made the final push to bring back their only hope to defeat the forces of Hell:

I see a lot of myself inside of you, Brief. That same love and faith my Lord, that same reverence and zeal to serve the Heavens, that same determination to keep moving no matter how bad it gets. Hell, you even got a bit of magic between your legs. 

But I also see a little bit more. I see a different pair of eyes. I see humanity. I see a humble young man who despite his meekness can focus on what needs to get done. Probably better than I ever could. 

Once this is all said and done, the flock is going to need a new shepherd regardless of who wins or loses. It’s up to you if you want to take my cloth of course. But I think once the time comes, you’ll know exactly what you need to do.

It’s been twenty-four hours since Panty Anarchy was reincarnated but she still had yet to wake up. Brief kinda envied her. He’s been zipping back and forth across highways and backroads, trying to make sure Stocking or Corset don’t find him, and he’s barely had any rest since then. 

Garterbelt warned him that Panty might not be able to fight for a while, and that he needed to take care of her until she was ready, but he kinda wished he could at least talk to her. For months his only company was Chuck, and now he was gone too. All of their allies were trying to divert the enemy’s attention, doing their best to buy Panty as much time as she needed.

See-Through was parked in the middle of a moonlit desert, tucked behind a small butte. Sitting in the passenger’s seat all buckled up was Panty. Meanwhile, Brief was slumped over on the steering wheel, trying to get a small powernap in before he stepped on the gas once more. Thank God holy cars didn’t need fuel. One less thing to think about as he tried to sleep.

But his slumber would quickly end once he hears someone stirring beside him.