#strangesurvivals

[bestsellingsurvivor]

licks lana's cheek

“Excuse me, but—                          What the fuck?”

[highbredblood]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SCATHACH!

[+] “I’ve prepared something special for you, Cath..”

@strangesurvivals

[pohocounty]

scathach and dulu eating fries out back of the local insanely liminal and creepy mcdonald's

they’re not only behind the building, but are sitting inside of the open bed of dulu’s rusty old truck, craning their necks to see over the establishment’s half-rotten green fence  &   watching the cars go by on the nearest overpass.  the fries at the top of the cartons are cold but they’re eating them anyway.  the burgers have too much ketchup on them.  a streetlamp is flickering.  the neon light of a neighboring pawn shop reflects rainbow in a puddle of oil on the asphalt.  a few kids smoking together pass by.  dulu and scathach’s eyes reflect the lights of their cigarettes.  it’s 3am.  it’s been 3am for over two hours, now.

[wantlongera]

strangesurvivals replied to your post “y’all want to hear some unpopular onions”

'you're a snack and i could use a good dicking' is just proof positive the writers of the show have never met a young woman in her 20s and don't know how one would talk

LITERALLY like who. in the fuck. besides a character speaking lines that a #woke male writer thinks are “witty”. speaks like that. no one. that’s who.

[godbloodednope]

@strangesurvivals

Creature old, a beast most weary, has laid down roots nowhere but everywhere at once. For to a god, all realms are but theirs, aren’t they? This is untrue of the deathless, she knows, but fear recedes as the tide does when the moon says so in this world. She has no reason to be afraid. Scent of something she doesn’t know of well, but friendship is easy for Kitty Valentine when a creature answers back. It is no offense to the human-creatures, Otherworlders they may be, but the absence of magick or of anything else is a gaping void within her soul. To be not surrounded by it is to be alone.

How many generations has she spent so fundamentally alone, surrounded by those she always knew were not quite hers? An animal, of sureness, and shaped as ‘humans’ might considers themselves. She did not know this word until crossing into the Otherworld, and knowing humans to be selfish, self-obsessed animals. All things of their shape immediately labeled ‘humanoid’. Even arrogant as she, the death god could not begin to so blindly, so ignorantly decide. 

All things are, unto themselves, what they are. This is what she knows. And while others smell like her, they are not her, and she is who she is, and that is all.

“Bubble,” It floats in the center of a palm, lilac-scented, a body made of solid muscle sat upon a tiled floor, hulking and small at once. Wildly mussed black hair around shoulders, never tamed, and the god blows gently on the sphere so it drifts away and toward the other, twitching a fanged smile bright with sharp, terrifying teeth, “See? ‘S’comfy. Smells nice. Sawft. Bubbles.”

A low, low, low purr in the back of a throat. It stays, pleased as a growl, metamorphosed into a strange but rattling sound. The noise a snake makes before it strikes, but it is innocuous. Even, it means a kindness.

“Eyuh nice. ‘Umans ‘ave ‘em in’uh bath. I love ‘em.”

[dxmagedrose]

@strangesurvivals​​ said:

“  if he puts his hands on you, cut them off.  ”

The street-wise girl smiles. She’s young -- too young, too little to be here in the grimy alleyways, not even old enough to be bringing the half-smoked cigarette to her lips and taking a well-practiced drag. She looks so OUT OF PLACE, but that was just always the way with those seeking to break the natural planes of the universe, wasn’t it?

“ That’s... actually some  r e a l l y  good advice, ”  Rosa Hauley says casually, and GODS ABOVE it’s GENUINE. One couldn’t be sure that the simple interaction hadn’t LEGITIMATELY given her the go-ahead to actively dismember the next asshole that found themselves getting handsy with the merchandise before paying up.         “ You speaking from experience? ”

[prevsapphism]

☄ for margot!

⇏ random headcanons ☆ @strangesurvivals ☆ accepting!!

margot LOVES self-help books. LOVES them. she has TONS. it’s hard to explain, but they present the fix to her problem she sees as a step-by-step Process she can Go Through and Ereminds her of the scientific method, which is familiar to her; rather than Advice she can argue with or choose to ignore. they taught her how to acclimate to college life overseas, graduate school, phd programme, everything she wasn’t familiar with. they saved her LIFE as a single parent. if margot’s struggling w something, the first thing she’ll reach for is a self-help book.

[wantlonger]

strangesurvivals​:    “All the darkness goes into you.”

“darkness?” she’s about as dark as vanilla ice cream in a waffle cone. least, that’s what she likes to think about herself. every harsh word, longed to be released in anger, is constantly swallowed before it dare reach the tip of her tongue. every doubt that may crack the mirror of her ideal life is shattered before it shatters her. everything is peachy keen, jelly bean, and that’s the way that dolores likes it. 

that’s the way it’ll stay.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about ... i don’t have any darkness.”