#slaiyedher

[silntfangs]

               HIS   MIND   WAS   DISTRACTED   AS   HE   LOOKED   OUT   INTO   THE   waves.   There   was   something   gentle   about   the   way   the   waves   rushed   to   the   shore   and   back.   It   brought   him   comfort   to   stare   out   into   the   water   since   this   was   her   resting   place— his sister.   Despite   the   comfort,   it   also   made   him   sloppy.   He   felt   a   presence   without   turning   around.   The   crackling   of   the   bonfire   now   came   into   focus.   He   was   sure   the   bodies   weren’t   ash   yet,   “   It’s   not   what   it   looks   like…   ”   his   tone   soft,   hardly   bothered.   He   figured   he’d   have   to   kill   this   person   if   they   didn’t   mind   their   business,   or   simply   trick   their   mind.   He   wasn’t   so   sure   yet. @slaiyedher

[slaysevil]

❛ I’m just saying. It smells a whole awful lot like misogyny to me. Some random dude from hell-knows-where wakes up one day and says: oh, I know exactly who’ll be useful for demon slaying. Teenage girls! And then he proceeds to magically make a super race of women with potential to become vampire killers against their will. And then you’re just supposed to accept it, like — hey, sorry you had a whole future planned out ahead but there’s no time to waste, you gotta learn how to kill vampires in the next five to ten business days, its your destiny! Like they’re just handing you a self help pamphlet. If he — ❜ a beat.   ❛ Would you put that down? I’m delivering a hell of a fine speech about the patriarchy here. ❜ / @slaiyedher​​

[murderousbitch]

𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒐𝒖𝒔  𝒒𝒖𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔.

@slaiyedher​ asked: ‘ almost  dead  yesterday ,  maybe  dead  tomorrow ,  but  alive ,  gloriously  alive ,  today. ’

              There was a lot of things that no longer surprised her. However when she saw Spike alive or unalive in Angel’s office, she was more than surprised. The last she had seen of the peroxide haired vampire, he was glowing like a Christmas tree in the hellmouth. That was supposed to be the end of it, of him, and she never thought she’d see him again. Yet here he was.

“Always almost dead,” she sighed looking out the window of Angel’s office. “Comes with the territory after all, but you an B...you two just gotta one up everyone with the whole dyin’ and coming back,” she chuckled glancing over at him.

[dhampirslays]

( @slaiyedher​ liked this for a banter )

“ You are aware that eavesdropping on conversations I have with your hearing that can pick up things from the other side of the block is still an invasion of privacy, right? “

[shamsgoddess]

@slaiyedher​     ⤿       𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐊𝐄       continued from here

               “     I    could    have    had    ‘  em     !    ”          a    zealous    interjection,    pursued    by    a    determined    knit    of    her    brow    and    nod    of    her    head.    As    if    she    were    seemingly    envisioning    her    victory    inside    her    mind.         “     I    almost    did     !        Did    you    see    the    way    I    threw    that    slimy    one    out     ?        Like    WHOOSH,    you    know     ?    ”          an    animated    declaration    accompanied    by    a    bounce    in    her    step.    However,    Aurora    was    swift    to    halt    after    another    thought,    spinning    around    to    face    the    companion.          “     I’m    really    sorry    about    your    arm    though.    Are    you    sure    we    shouldn’t    see    a    doctor     ?        Can    vampires    see    doctors      ?        Do    vampires    have    doctors    of    their    own     ?        That    would    be    so    cool    though     !    ”          a    sudden    glimmer    in    those    dark    eyes.          “     Do    vampire    doctors    have    blood    magic    or    something     ?        Sorry,    I’m    getting    distracted   .  .  .      again.    Injured    arm.    Crucial.     ”

[wickedlehane]

@slaiyedher

“Wait- you’re kiddin’ me. Kitten poker?” Faith picked up a handful of fries and stuffed them into her mouth- not all of them made it in but she was undeterred.

The bar was noisy, a little hazy from cigarette smoke. But it was perfect- they had the right mix of decent but way-too-loud music playing, semi-attactive people, and greasy, salty appetizers. Plus, Buffy was covering patrol (itching for a good slay, Faith surmised), so the brunette Slayer had the night off. And whether it was the chip in his head or the genuine punk attitude about him, Spike had gone from obnoxious vampire antagonist to a kindred... well, he didn’t have a soul. But as far as fang-faces went, he didn’t suck.

That much.

“So, is it like, a food thing? A sex thing? Please tell me it’s not a demon sex thing,” she continued through mouthfuls of food. Faith wiped some ketchup from the corner of her mouth, sucking it off of her thumb. “I mean, where do you even get the kittens- pet store? Pound? Stealin’ em out of back yards? You could save yourself a lot of effort and just do strip poker like the rest of us.”

[dhampirslays]

@slaiyedher​ said;   "that is worse than a bible ― that burns my eyes."

❛  Spike, don’t be a dick, okay ? It’s a fashionable and sensible sweater with actual colour on it but most of all, it’s my late father’s day gift. So suck it up. ❜

[dhampirslays]

@slaiyedher​ said;  "the witches have been toying with our rugs again."

❛  Our rugs ? Rugs, as if, our actual rugs, or is that an English metaphor or something ? ❜