#lxvingdeadgxrl

[freeddead]

▸   @lxvingdeadgxrl   ⟶   ❛  That's the spirit  ❜   ╱   (  equius , accepting .  )

   “And this here is the ghoul,” Gerry says with a deadpan expression, gesturing to a decoration.  He couldn’t help himself.  With both of them dealing with the deceased and other supernatural shit, she can’t say the word ‘spirit’ and expect him not to want to make a joke about it.  His shitty sense of humor is all he’s got in this world.

   But Wynter is being sincere.  She always is with her positivity, and Gerry admires the way it comes seemingly effortless to her, especially because he knows it doesn’t.  He has agreed to go somewhere new with her.  He is a bit hesitant, but he needs to get out more.

   He shrugs on his coat and says, “But no, really, it sounds like fun.”

[indyflanery]

@lxvingdeadgxrl continued from here

He didn't have to admit it, she wouldn't force him. But come on, it was a big deal and getting to rub elbows with the people in that room? Even bigger deal. "That's nice at least. The big mac would have set us back at least a couple of dollars." she joked. She reached up to still his hand, her smile softening. "Hey. It's okay, stop fidgeting." she murmured. "You look great, and if you keep messing with this, it's going to come undone. We're not going to be here for long, yeah? Just have to smile and wave for a little while more."

Indy snorted softly at the commentary about costs. It's not like McDonald's would have cost much but free and better quality dinner did tend to be more appealing on occasion. Even if he had to endure Wynter batting at his hand to stop him from fidgeting like his mother would have when he was nine years old.

"This isn't a photoshoot," he grumbled, reluctantly dropping his fingers from plucking at his tie before he turned his attention to his friend. "Thank you for coming. Even though you really didn't have to."

[talentforlying]

@lxvingdeadgxrl: He could be as snarky and sarcastic as he liked, he wasn't about to dampen her mood. She knows full fucking well that he's always up for a good goss session, regardless of how dismissive he might act. "Got a call from a paranormal research team. Group of small-timers out of Columbus." she started. "Well, they've been looking into some strange happenings regarding this cave system that stretches over a few states. Apparently, one of their team members went out to West Virginia to follow some leads, and poof-" she gestured wildly with one hand, "-disappeared into thin air. No pings on any credit cards, no movement on the phone, noting. Just vanished off the face of the earth." she explained. — CONT.

his already raised eyebrow ticks higher and higher with each added detail, gin swirling in the glass as he spins it absently. ' an academic decides t'fuck off alone into the spooky cave system and doesn't come back? in the states? color me fuckin' gobsmacked. ' nothing half so bloody foolish as thinking one can singlehandedly handle anything about america's natural fuckery, let alone chancing whatever nightmares lie lurking underground; he's seen enough of what swamp thing can do to be resolute in steering well clear of anything else the green has to offer up on that bizarre fucking continent.

alright, she's got a point about this one — even HIS interest is piqued. ' so they called you up ... why? not to pigeonhole, luv, but i thought y'were more about the spellbooks, less the spelunking. '

[goldenthreadstories]

@lxvingdeadgxrl sent in a thread ;; “So, how do you like to spend your free time?” (For Beetlejuice)

"Generally I like to cause a bit of mischief and or chaos~"

He hummed in reply as he floated up in the air like he was sat in a chair, ukulele summoned as he began to strum on it. Eyes glance over to the other, he was still getting used to someone talking to him and trying to get to know him.

"That or I like to watch the excorsist! Eating bugs you know general demonic ghost things?"

Was this a questioning tone for which Beetlejuice is in a roundabout way trying to say that he hadn't really explored any other hobbies or anything like that in his spare time - he had been a little one track minded on causing chaos and trying to get back to the living plane?

"What do you do?"

[southern-belle-outcasts]

🥂 for Nilza

@lxvingdeadgxrl

Nilza was seated directly on the bar, no regard for the seats. Might as well gain some extra inches with how half the people in their crowd were. She undid a bottle of whisky- not her choice but she knew it would go over with everyone else than her preferred rum. She ran it over a line of glasses, passing one to Wynter.

"Here's to a better year, yeah?" There might be a touch of sarcasm. Drinking has only ever been good for forgetting, not improving the future.

[losinmortalesperdidos]

She was afraid, but she was brave, and he respected that. She knew now exactly what he was. That night she'd seen him and his past when their minds had connected and his memories had flooded her head. Still, she came to him and asked him for help, which meant she trusted him just as he trusted her to keep his secret.

Tuunbaq pulled scotch into one of the tumblers, walked back to Wynter's seat, and handed it to her. After that, he pulled closer another chair and sat down across from the young woman, finally bringing them to one level. For a few moments, he just studied her before speaking again.

"Tell me everything," he said and rested his own drink on the armrest, "And remember not lying or concealing anything important. I'll find your person."

The young woman shifted a bit, trying to maintain any air of confidence that she might have had left. "Me? Afraid? Hardly..." she murmured, her voice surprisingly steady despite her nerves. "More like I was waiting for something that was worth asking for help with. Why would I blow such a valuable favor on something small?" she asked.

Had she been unsettled by what she had witnessed? Sure, anyone would have been. If she'd been smart, she probably should have run for the hills and forgotten all about the favor that he had promised her. But there she was, a glutton for punishment.

She hated that he could read her so easily. Hated that, despite her efforts to remain stoic, that he could tell just how uneasy and nervous she was.

"Scotch'd be nice..." she confessed, glancing down at the hands she had folded in her lap. "Thank you." Right... Business. "Nothing as grisly as that." she offered. Wynter paused, debating for a moment or so, before finally speaking once more. "I--I want you to find someone for me." "I've exhausted all of my own means to locate this person, but you--you have resources, connections...If you do this for me, if you find this person, we'll be square."

[deathtaught]

word association.

animal: cat, raven colors: emerald green, blood red month: october song(s): work song - hozier, safe and sound - taylor swift, if we were vampires - noah kahan, dark side - kelly clarkson day or night: night plant: violets, ivy, moss scent: antique books, cedarwood, rain gemstone: moonstone, emerald season: autumn food: grapes, soda bread astrological sign: sagittarius element: earth drink: blood

tagged by: @ghoulishundertakings tagging: @professor-of-predators / @lxvingdeadgxrl / @criticalfai1ure

[iconoclast-infidels]

HC: I feel like Nico has become so obsessed with his ability to be in their church home with all the stained glass now it’s utilized everywhere. I’m not sure Nico has the skills to create these works of art as much as I can see him trying to learn to work with glass now that he’s been a part of renovating their abandoned cathedral, but Caim would help him out. Caim is basically like “Better Call Saul” = He always knows a guy. Thus these would get installed into the Churchill home. He likes a bath as well as the next guy, but his favorite thing will simply be watching Wynter in the moonlight in these gorgeous works of art. 

[entreldolorylanada]

How could he not linger on it and just let it go when it had happened? And it was a big deal for him. He hadn't been so intimate with someone he actually cared about for quite a long time, and right now he didn't know where to put it or how to strike it out. Wynter was ready to walk past it and further, but he wasn't.

He took another drag and rested his hand against his knee letting the ash fall freely on the steps. At this moment he didn't look like a big lost child, but rather just like a sad and tired man trying to hide the thousand-yard stare under his half-lowered eyelashes.

"It scared me because I liked it, and because you kissed me back. It scared me because I wanted more. It scared me because I wanted to kiss you, but when I did I thought of someone else." And it was unfair to both of them, to Wynter and to the other one. The dead one. He looked down, and the long hair hid his face completely. "I don't regret it though," he spoke again through the smoke, and from behind this deliberately dropped veil, "I don't."

He needn’t worry. It didn’t at all feel like she was escorting a child. As for not deserving her, well, that was a load of bullshit. Roque was her friend, and she was as kind to him as he deserved. Everyone needed someone in their life that was gentle and patient, after all.

Wyn took a seat on the step below his, her head resting against the metal bars of the guide rail. The soft ‘tck’ of his cigarette case against the cement had her looking over, studying him as he brought one of the sticks to his lips.

He started to say something, but it died on his lips in favor of lighting his cigarette. Honestly, she wasn’t sure what else there was to say. He’d already apologized, and she’d already accepted it and told him not to worry. Surely it wouldn’t do either of them any good to linger on it. Especially him.

But speak he did.

She leaned forward, hands clasped and elbows on her knees. “…can I ask why it scared you?” she asked. She wasn’t judging him, wasn’t going to mock or tease him. She just wanted to understand.

[freeddead]

▸   @lxvingdeadgxrl   ⟶   ❛  💗  ❜   ╱   (  scars , accepting .  )

Gerry’s eyes fluttered open when he felt Wynter’s lips press softly against his collarbone, kissing where charred skin had healed into a rough, chaotic pattern of lumps and divots.  He had been awake for a minute, which she might have been able to tell by his breathing, and he had just been lingering in the soft haze of morning until she roused him with her movement.

“Hi,” he greeted warmly through a grain of sleep, smiling as he shifted so he could better meet her eyes.  “How are you?”  He tucked a lock of tousled dark hair behind her ear and didn’t think about the tangles he would have to work out of his own shortly.  “Are you hungry?  Wanna do breakfast?”

[indyflanery]

❝ do as i say not as i do. ❞

@lxvingdeadgxrl

Indy chuckled and took a long look at Wynter. His friend had often tried to be source of wisdom over the years... But it only worked to an extent. She was as bad as he could be in poor decision-making sometimes!

"So, you're giving me a warning not to do something stupid...before you do something stupid, in other words?" His chuckle turned into a proper laugh. "This should end well."

[talentforlying]

👫 pls c:

a wyn-wyn scenario:

if you look closely enough, you can probably make out the imprints of their faces on each other's respective couches. chronic apartment crashers.

they keep a running tab of missing/stolen books between them, since i feel like they're both prone to grab-n-go when they need a resource. doesn't necessarily mean they actually return them at any point, but they know which ones to bring up and make points with in an argument.

they are regulars at every late-night diner, dive, and drive-thru you care to name, complete with usual orders and a favorite booth. they're also often well-known for what they leave behind, which can be anything from a half pound of graveyard dirt to a skinned furby. (it was the safest and least offensive place to dispose of the little bastard, in their defense.)

i like to think that he helps mind the bookshop when she needs to be out and about, as a way to repay her for helping him out on cases as often as she does. it's work that he genuinely enjoys, too. of course, she may have to re-shelve a few things by the time he leaves — some books deserve to sit in a corner and think about what their creators have done — but it's never as bad as one might expect from him.

@lxvingdeadgxrl / RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS ( always accepting )

[entreldolorylanada]

@lxvingdeadgxrl​ || From HERE

Roque wrapped his arms around her shoulders and ordered himself to stand still as long as Wynter needed him to. A nice and warm hug always made him feel better, even if just a little, and she looked like she needed one of those. She also trusted him, and this was very important because he really wanted to be useful not just as an employee in her store but as a friend, too.

“You know you can talk to me about anything, right?“ he asked very softly with his eyes half-closed. He didn’t need them anyway at the moment because he couldn’t see her, he only felt her warmth, her breath and her embrace. “I’m not much of a counselor, but I can listen.“

[southern-belle-outcasts]

What flavor is your soul?

Your Result:

rosemary

ah, the old soul, nice to meet again. the time of ages is etched into your bones, you see clearly. you've watched the heartache in this realm and sworn to solve it. but kindness without limits is self destruction. oh little leaf, strong and wise, you seek to bring peace with your presence. I'd be wrong to say you fail at this effort, but you mustn't set yourself on fire to keep others warm. you wish to please everyone, to protect them all. but if you shield the saplings from the sunlight they will never grow, and you one day will wither. protect yourself too. you know there are no happy heroes, so don't be one. be a friend. your loved ones will not forsake you for not being perseus slaying all their demons. you have your own monsters, why not meet them first before you conquer anyone else's nightmares. oh true-hearted paladin you are brave, and you are good enough. you know that right? be true to yourself, one cannot do anything saintly if they did not tend to their own wounds first.

Snatched from: @astral-athame

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[bornbreathless-temp]

Oh, she's well aware that she has him wrapped around her little finger, that he'd do any number of endlessly bizarre things if it would make her happy. He's just lucky that Char is far too nice to take advantage of that fact. Mostly. Besides, she's fairly certain that he also knows that there's very little - if anything - that she wouldn't do to make him smile.

Even if he's constantly saying things that would be sure to make her blush if only she were capable. "You're such a sap," she teases, before letting out a light laugh when he nips her palm. She closes her hand over his face and shoves at him, gently pushing his head back towards the pillow before changing tack to instead delicately grip his chin and pull him in for a real kiss. "Don't worry, I don't plan to be sick of you for a good while yet, Mr Morris."

The grin that had taken over his lips was large and bright, his laughter rich and warm. “There it is. The truth comes out.”

A joke, but then again, who was he to deny Char from what she wanted? If seeing him in a speedo is what would do it for her, or bring her any sort of happiness, he could swallow down his pride and put it on for awhile. Lord knew he’d done weirder things over the course of his existence.

A pleased hum rumbled in his chest as she trailed her warm, soft lips across his cheeks and jaw, his arms tightening around her as she explored. It did feel right, didn’t it? Beyond right. It felt like he’d finally found the peace he’d been searching for and achieved the life he’d desperately wanted for longer than he could remember. He had an amazing person to share everything with, the ups and the downs, all of it, and he couldn’t ask for more than that. The Reaper searched her beautiful face as she propped herself above him, his smile softening. “I love you too, Min elskede. You’ve made me happier than I ever thought possible, and my hope is to share that with you.” he murmured, gently taking her free hand so that he could press a kiss to her palm. “I simply hope that you won’t be sick of me too quickly.” he chuckled, teasingly nipping at the meat of her palm.

[deathtaught]

ROMANTIC GESTURES

bold for always applies, italics for potential / it depends.

holding hands (in public) · buying flowers · cooking · cuddles · writing a poem / song · holding door open · tying shoe laces · sharing a milkshake with two straws · offering their jacket when it's cold · kissing in the rain · publicly confessing love · long walks at the beach · doing the titanic pose on a boat · taking cute pictures in a photobooth · sharing a taxi / uber · kissing the back of their hand · slow dancing · getting tickets of their favourite artist / sports team / other · introducing them to their parents · lighting candles · flower petals on bed · love letters · star gazing · brushing / doing their hair · picnics · teaching them to play an instrument / sport while gently guiding their hands · compliments · late night drives · taking selfies together · drawing them · self-made gifts · massages · proposing with a family heirloom ring · lending them their favourite book to read · paying for dinner / coffee · mixtapes / playlists · surprise birthday parties · feeding them · handing them keys to their apartment · making space in drawer for their clothes when they stay over · sharing a blanket · couple costumes · tucking a hair strand behind their ear · running after them at the airport / keeping them from leaving · moving cities to be together · blowing a kiss · breakfast in bed · defending them in a fight (verbally / physically) · joint bubble baths · dropping the L-bomb ("i love you") · dedicating a song at the karaoke bar to them · wearing their clothes · yawning before putting an arm around them while watching a movie · grant them the last bite (from meal)

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