#soulsired

[epeolxtry]

who are you calling a himbo

i call it like i see it

practically invented himbo

[sylaar]

❛ History is a strong word. It was more of a… dalliance. ❜

reign sentence prompts

"A dalliance?" That was an oddly specific word. One Sylar thought beyond amusing. "That's...quite the, uh, story." Did he believe it? He wasn't sure. Hell, the serial killer wasn't even sure he believed in VAMPIRES, let alone any of the other things Angel mentioned.

Still, the many in front of him was proof and there was no indication that any of it was a lie.

[desafia]

             “  𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦.  ”   nasya's voice speaks from inside her,  speaks for her,  for them both  (  so intertwined they have become it is one in the same most days  ).  the words do not ring out audible from her lips but sent out from her mind and into his.  she doesn’t know what he wants with the man on the ground between them.  unconscious for now,  dead later if she gets her way.  nasya has souls to reap and mags has names to provide.  souls not worth the oxygen they steal from the earth.  “ 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦.  ”  // @soulsired​ 

[desafia]

@soulsired​ sent:  a lingering kiss before a long trip apart. ↳ kiss memes because it’s what we all deserve

              she can’t help the way her fingers curl into his shirt.  she grips at the fabric as if it will keep them both in place,  as if it will make everything else disappear for just a moment longer.   she knows she has to go.  and she knows he has to stay.  but she just wishes she didn’t have to think of either.  her weight leans against him as she lifts up on the tips of her toes,  lips seeking his with a hunger she could never explain.  mouths meet and the kiss is filled with a mutual craving to not let go.  there’s a moment where the caress does part and yet neither of them pull back.  her lips brush against his lightly and he pushes in a little closer again.  it feels as if they’re both refusing to be the first to withdraw.  and she is perfectly fine with that.  it gives her the excuse to kiss him fully again,  gives her the excuse to pretend there’s only this moment.  

[murderousbitch]

OLD AS BALLS MEMES THAT’VE COLLECTED DUST.

@soulsired​​ asked: ❛  what exactly do you have left to lose?  ❜

                   It was a good question, an excellent one even. However she knew what he was trying to do and she wouldn’t let him. So with a toothy bloody grin, the slayer looked up at him—the face of her best friend—and shrugged, spitting a mouth full of blood out. “Enough to make sure your psycho ass doesn’t win,” she breathed, certain that many of her ribs were broken and out of place. She wouldn’t, though, she wouldn’t let Angelus win and ruin everything that Angel had done and worked so hard to achieve.

“But you,” she paused, pushing herself up onto her knees with a grunt, “got a lot to lose, huh? Gettin’ your pansy ass kicked again by another slayer an’ get that damn soul shoved right back into place. Which means bye-bye Angelus an’ it scares the hell out of you,” she grinned more, pushing her hair to one side. “So come on, asshole, lets finish this.”

[murderousbitch]

OLD AS BALLS MEMES THAT’VE COLLECTED DUST.

@soulsired​​ asked:  ❛  i don’t do drama.  ❜

                      Blank stare and slack jaw is the only response. At least for a moment or two before a boisterous laugh erupted from the slayer, her eyes crinkled shut as she doubled over. “Y-you,” she wheezed, “don’t do,” more wheezing, “drama!” Truly, it was the funniest thing she’d ever heard in her life. So when she finally stopped laughing after a solid three minutes, face beat red and chest heaving as she fought to breathe, the slayer relaxed back into the chair.

“It’s cute how you think you’re not the king of fuckin’ drama, big guy,” Faith chuckled as she used her shirt to wipe at her eyes and face. “God, I ain’t laughed that hard since that time Spike got close-lined by that big ass demon a while back.” There’s a sigh and pause as she smooths down her shirt before she looks to Angel, “Drama is your thing, dude. Vamp with a soul, off and on again with a slayer. Plus the whole Wolfram and Hart stuff. You’re the king of it.”

[epeolxtry]

@soulsired​ liked for a starter

“ Uhh... ick factor at one thousand! ”

As if punctuating her disgust, a glob of sickly yellow ooze dripped from her chin onto the ground in front of her with a wet plop. Cordelia stood there still as stone; horrified and processing the events that lead to her covered in demon guts before she finally made it back to earth and turned her outrage on Angel. 

“ You couldn’t have killed him in a way that didn’t make him go kablooey? ”