#wiinglcss

[hittcr-a]

"I'm a big fan of your name"

               “are you sure it’s my name you like an’ not somebody else’s? maybe th’ one my name’s usually attached to?” it’s been seven years since he’s worked for damien moreau. ‘eliot spencer; damien moreau’s attack dog’ was a sentence he’d heard many times. less, now. but many times. it clung to him in a way eliot hated. he didn’t think he’d ever be clean of it. he supposed that was his punishment. “people usually like that name more. or… people don’t like either of our names, actually. but then again you ain’t most people, are yah?”

[strngrmdst-a]

“ because i’m a masochist ”

sentences from the youtube series  ,  buzzfeed unsolved .  primarily taken from season 5′s supernatural investigations .

@wiinglcss

“Yeah, well, I’m not.” Which was one of the least accurate things he’s ever said, but he sticks to it. “No stealing the body, no funeral. We let the officials poke and prod and look for whatever they fucking want. And we run while they do it.”

[strngrmdst-a]

@wiinglcss​ continuation from x

Rich wore jeans and an old band shirt under a cardigan. Comfortable, simple, casual. He’d thought, when his sister said they’d be going on a day trip to meet a friend, things would be normal. He’d thought, when his sister showed up in her car looking like an extra from some pulpy 70′s movie, she was just going for A Look. He should have known better.

“Lena,” he shut the door with maybe a little more force than necessary. There was a small group of people down the street, lounging in the front garden. One of them, the man, was the tenth person Rich had counted in a bright blue, full-linen dress. Rich crossed around the car and put hands on his sister’s arms, restraining her just so he can look very seriously into her matching dark eyes. “B-be serious with me: have you joined a cult?” He spoke in low tones, frown twisting his mouth down. “Are you bringing me to a cult house? You have to tell me if I’m about to be sacrificed, I deserve to know and I have a project due tomorrow.”

[warringpeace]

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No! (For aleera)

Vampires were immortal, but they weren’t invincible. Anyone who’d read about them would know some of their weaknesses, and the consulting detective was possibly the smartest man she’d had the (dis)pleasure of meeting. The UV liquid had spread through her veins faster than any life-giving blood, and she felt her insides writhe and slowly turn to ash. For someone like her, it was a painful way to die.

Gaze lifted to rest on Lena, and she managed a smile despite the convulsions that were starting to rock her entire form. “I’m...I’m sorry.”

An apology made for all the moments she would miss, the victims she would never see fall, and the blood she would never get to shed. She laced their fingers together, her skin already turning an ashy grey. “Kill them all for me, my little scorpion. Make them all suffer.”

[strngrmdst-a]

🎵

Not What I Meant (feat. Lewis Watson) - Dodie

special shoutout to @wiinglcss​ for this one 👀. i love this song because it really feels like duet between rich and lena about jim, and trying to meet this impossible standard he has, no matter what they do to try to please/protect him. i also really like that the duet changes at the end, like rich and lena are coming to their own resigned decisions.

[strngrmdst-a]

wiinglcss replied to your post: .

//Ive been thinking about watching that!! So i might join you when im done with lucifer!

yessss you’d love it

[warringpeace]

for @wiinglcss‘ aranea muse: d.elphini | verse: twins

She knew she wasn’t alone.

Not the only child of the Dark Lord, that is. For as far back as she could remember, she’d been hearing someone else’s thoughts. Not full ones, but snippets of words, images, and sounds. It was like dipping her head underwater and trying to make sense of what was happening above her. As she grew older, the thoughts became clearer, and it wasn’t until recently that she found something interesting: the name of an actual place.

Sneaking out of her foster mother’s home was easy enough, and going to the place she’d ‘heard’ was even easier. She was born a witch, but she had lived around Muggles long enough to understand how their forms of transportation worked. Soon, she found herself inside, and it looked like a gymnast competition was occurring. As she sat down, she tried to drown out the rest of the noise and focus on the second one in her head. 

Flashes of being backstage, then going out towards the performance area....there. 

[naughtynecromancer]

 💦 Lena pushes her into a wall to stop her from going anywhere, covers her mouth and then puts a finger to her own lips. Hushing her.

She looks up at the woman, shocked, raising an eyebrow at her, waiting patiently for the other woman to explain her odd behavior.