#theyoungesthasbeen

[theyoungesthas-been]

“I’m alright.” And his words, the echo of mine, are just as equally a lie.

It’s my turn to look away, squeezing my eyes shut against the threat of tears. I don’t want to cry—don’t want to feel the panic scrabble so hard at my chest that it turns into a dull ache.

“I… can’t.” It’s just a ghost of a whisper, the last word tapering off my lips as Damien sighs.

“Yeah, I know.” And he looks back down at my hands, entranced by the scars.

[theyoungesthas-been]

[theboywiththeblades]

Magic anon thinks that it isn't fair that Liz is the only grown up here. Now you are too, same age, same time!

Son of a bitch...

[theyoungesthas-been]

Elizabeth Campbell: Activity Check: Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw

Ravenclaw was no more a perfect fit for Elizabeth than any other house was for any other student: it came with its own issues and unconventionalities. Sometimes she wondered why she hadn't ended up in Gryffindor and, often, peers who encountered her brash side wondered the same. The blonde chaffed under the stiff social regimen and started more than a few disagreements as a result. Sometimes she wondered why she'd gone to Hogwarts at all.

(Her family's library was, afterall, extensive enough for her to have taught herself with mild supervision. It would have been easier.)

But the fact of the matter was, no matter how highly she valued action, Elizabeth held knowledge at a much higher standard. It was the foundation of her world and the sky soaring above it--her roots and her future.

"Such a brave one..." The hat murmured, voice husky with interest. "Idiotically so, mmm?"

She said nothing, well aware that it knew more than she did.

"But bright as well." For a moment, it paused and she could almost feel its fingers sifting through what made her Elizabeth Campbell. "Hungry for knowledge that you don't always use... for the golden facts. Hmm..."

It was more than facts, though. It was lore and myth and history. It was fairytales and stories and lies. 

She didn't say a word.

"So trusting, aren't you?" 

Finally, she let out a small sound--a laugh: high and ringing sharp.

This time, the hat was the one to not answer and several seconds ticked by in quiet--the only sounds coming from the grumbling second-through-seventh-years. Then...

"Well aren't you just a difficult little witch..." in her mind and "Ravenclaw!" in the air.

A/N:

Elizabeth was actually fairly easy to place at least compared to Lisa...  ugh..

It's about more than her wit, though. Yes, Elizabeth is all about knowledge and understanding,  but like a lot of other Ravenclaws, she focuses on strategy. 

To explain further, Elizabeth ends up in a lot of situations she can't plan for because she Hunts; it's to be expected and doesn't bother her too much. But if she can walk in with a plan, with a strategy and an idea, she's much more comfortable. 

And besides that, she's damn competitive in the information business. Maybe not to the extent where she'd stab someone in the back over it, but she definitely takes pride in it. Be it languages, lore, or just every-day information, Elizabeth wants to know as much as possible.

[castoutofheaven-blog-blog]

Death and Destruction {Elizabeth & Lucifer}

Lucifer was getting tired of being quiet after awhile. Things had been silent, and the anger was beginning to twist even stronger within the archangel. That urge to destroy, to bring a certain level of chaos and destruction to the world's population. 

The small town in east Texas would do just fine, Lucifer decided, as he strolled almost casually through the center of the town.

He ignored the other people at first, just as much as they ignored him. The shops and restaurants, the sounds of automobiles and yelling humans, laughing children or grinning couples. All it did, in that particular moment, was feed a desire to see blood spilled. 

The church in the center of the town, filled with praying Christians damning him and worshiping a God that didn't care anymore, was the first to crumble to dust. 

[joannabeth]

Red.

Red: 5 facts about my best friend

He's super tall. Like, super freakishly tall. He makes me look like I escaped from munchkin land. But he comes in handy when it's time to clean the rafters or change a lightbulb.

Kid's got a way with animals. He practically lives with a zoo and they all follow him around. It's adorable. 

While he's not technically gay, he comes in handy when you're in need of a "gay best friend" for shopping trips, baking advice, or just someone to tell you whether or not you can in fact pull off those boots.

He's incredibly loyal, I know I can count on him for anything. If I tell him I need him, he'll be there. 

Despite what he sometimes thinks, he's one of the kindest, gentlest, best human beings I know. Even if he's not exactly pure human anymore.