#hurtemback

[perfectanguish]

crusty old meme.

@hurtemback​ asked: “you know me. you know what these hands have done.”

                            It wasn’t a question of any sort, just a simple statement. Nodding as he looked to said hands, Angel held his own out. “You know what my hands have done,” he began softly, “many bad things, but many good things as well. They’re just hands, but your intention when you use them...that’s what matters.” Lowering his hands, the vampire looked into her eyes, searching them, “You can do good with your hands, Faith, it’s in you. Not just because of the slayer but because you can be a good person.”

[slaysevil]

@hurtemback​ gets this

❛ So what? Everything Spike tells you is the law now? Since when are you two thick as thieves?❜ Immediate defensiveness is never a good sign. Talk about killing the messenger. ❛I know the kind of person Riley is, Faith. He would never do that. I know he’s been... out on his own doing reckless, stupid things but he would never — not that.❜

[eulogiseme]

@hurtemback​

❛ Don’t worry — ❜ Her voice cuts through the silence, the carnage of bodies on the floor of Room 10 in the Surfside Motel, somewhere off the Rhode Island state line. Katherine’s heels click, until she steps on the blood stained carpet behind Faith. The Rogue Slayer. The Other Slayer. She’s heard all the nicknames and all the titles. They’ve been doing this bloodied but elegant dance for some time now; for Katherine, a means to an end. For Faith, something far more frustrating, she assumes. ❛ — they had it coming. Except for her. You know I get parched after good tussle. She’ll come to in a few hours, give or take the blood loss. ❜

[absentmotive]

DUSTY OLD ASS MEME.

@hurtemback​ asked: ❛ Is that the best you can do?  ❜

               Grinning at the question, he shrugged a bit. There was a lot he could, but time was a thing. That and there was no set plan other than kill her so he had to play this by ear, something he wasn’t a big fan of. Letting his features smooth out, Billy stretched his arms out at his sides, eyes locked with the brunettes. “Why don’t you come over here and find out, Faith?”

[wickedlehane]

🍊 - What are your favourite genres of threads? Fluff? Angst? Etc 🥜 - What’s the nuttiest thread you’ve ever had?

MUNDAY MEME

🍊 - What are your favourite genres of threads? Fluff? Angst? Etc

Man, I’m a fucking slut for whump or hurt/comfort stuff. Fluff is great, and angst/emotion stuff is my JAM (slight pun intended) but I’ve written a lot of badass superpowered muses and nothing gets me like the mortal wounding and the bruising and the tender, tender love and care of another muse. Occasionally I think I want smut threads but every time I get two replies in and the pants come off I blush uncontrollably and then remember why I prefer a fade to black. (I’ve only written 4 smut threads in my entire 8 years of tumblr RP lol)

It’s also clear I love AUs so, like, I know that’s not necessarily a genre but taking a little slice of canon and putting whipped cream on top and making it our own is something I’ll never get tired of.

🥜 - What’s the nuttiest thread you’ve ever had?

Honestly? Any Faith vs Faith thread I’ve managed here has been an absolute joy of insanity and reality-bending, but in terms of sheer “WTF did I just get roped into”, it was from my Marvel days: Jane Foster (my muse), pregnant with Thor’s child, ended up on an Avengers mountain ski trip with Black Widow and Hawkeye where Hawkeye crashed the car and they got stuck in a snowdrift and Black Widow for some reason hated Jane??? But didn’t want Thor kicking her ass for letting his baby mama get hurt so they dug their way outta the mess and honestly it petered out from there and we never finished? That was my first, first private RP group thing and the mun playing Widow decided Nat would hate Jane which never made any sense to me LMAO. But I went along with it.

Also not a thread but I was in a Marvel group in 2013 for maybe 20 minutes after discovering they played “in real time” which actually meant threads weren’t allowed to timeskip more than 15 minutes in any one instance, and the whole group couldn’t progress to a new “day” in the threads until EVERYONE finished their threads that took place “that day”. It was SO WILDLY STUPID and frustrating I immediately noped back out.

[slaysevil]

@hurtemback​

They’re all gone. All of them except for Buffy, who — against Giles’ advise — closes the door behind her in the backroom of the Magic Box. She tosses a bloody gauze in the trash can, back turned against... She doesn’t know who it is. Faith, but not Faith, and she leans against Giles’ storage unit, takes a breath, before looking at her gash on the mirror again. They still haven’t healed. Its been two days. But these were no ordinary injuries. They were injuries from a slayer, a very powerful one at that. She touches the cut on her forehead (at least its not bleeding anymore), turns around, and walks over to where Faith sits, chained, imprisoned. It leaves a sour taste in her mouth. Too much deja vu. ❛ You wanted me alone again. ❜ She stands in front of the cage, arms crossed. ❛ So here I am. Who are you? What’d you do with Faith? ❜

[slaysevil]

@hurtemback​ con’t from HERE

It’s a good thing sober Buffy can’t take a look at herself now, because she’d have a heart attack and a half. Mostly because of her hair, and the way she’s clinging to Faith as she’s practically carried up the stairs to her dorm room. But also because of her hair. Mostly because of it — but not really. Because drunk Buffy, really, pour another shot for her because holy hell is she drunk out of her mind, drunk Buffy says whatever’s on her mind. No filter required. ❛ Me? ❜ Whoa. Earth to Buffy. This is your dorm, y’know, the one you share with Willow. The sheets and scented candles are all kinds of familiar.  ❛ Oh... ❜ She lets go of Faith, gets the immediate spinsies. Isn’t there a song about that? You spin me right round, baby right round, like a record baby — heh. What’s the name of that band again? ❛ Wha’s the name of that band? With the song? ❜ Nope, unspecific. Try again. Oh, never mind, there’s singing. Hope Faith likes drunk karaoke. ❛ That one — ❜ And down she goes; not really down, just into Faith’s arms. Or body. It’s more like her body and her arms around her. God, she feels nice. Ver nice. And she smells good —  ❛ Why do you always smell good? S’not fair. ❜ 

[slaysevil]

@hurtemback​

She flies through the air, barely scraping the ceiling of the magic shop as she crashes through to the backroom. There’s a Buffy-shaped hole that drywall and plaster won’t exactly fix; Giles and Willow frantically get in position to cast the demon out of Faith. She gets a gutting sense of Deja Vu, when Faith steps over the piled up rubble and nears her as Buffy remains slightly incapacitated on the ground. Ouch. [ We’re gonna need some time, Buffy! Keep her occupied!] — and Buffy quips, as she leans up against her elbows on the ground, and kicks Demon-Faith in the stomach, sending her tumbling back towards the Everlast punching bag in the middle of room, ripping it off it’s hinges. ❛ Oh, yeah! Thanks for the reminder. I’ve been so busy playing Ring Around the Rosie with my possessed former lover that I just forgot! ❜ And she gets up, cranes her neck, picks up a pair of Escrima sticks on the wall. [We could do without the sarcasm, Buffy] ❛ Okay. Doing this the hard way — ❜ She spins one of the sticks around her fingers. ❛ — The really, really hard way.❜