#daethis

[psychicwondr]

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dude where do i even begin ............. ur death portrayal ?? 10/10 ! ur crowley portrayal ??? 10/10 ! ur writing ???? 10/10 ! so just,,,,, *pulls out uno reverse card*

[hereticbound-moved]

@daethis​    ☽ o ☾   { plotted starter }

☽ o ☾   cold fingers   creep   along her veins with a devastating relieving sense of finality. stitches slowly unpicked, soul   losing   its tether to her body. flutter persists against her ivories. cowardly emeralds, still   shuttered   in fear. knows what revelation awaits her, the shadow creeping across the room. 

☽ o ☾    ❛ you, i know you, but you’re   not   who i expected. i had grown used to meeting arius. ❜     her reaper, a familiarity known to so few. relished.      ❛ i suppose this means it’s time then. ❜

[lunima]

❛  You’re more dear to my heart than

                                                  I ever knew anyone could be.  ❜

GRACELING SENTENCES / ACCEPTING / @daethis​

BLESSED  WAS  THE  ETERNAL  RHYTHM !   she gives to him in pieces,  &&  he grants eternal rest.    SO  IT  EVER  WAS,  SO  IT  EVER  WOULD  BE.   what was one without the other ?   ( the soul shudders to think of deathlessness )   an ancient and unknowable emotion swells within her rotting frame.   she knows only the shade of him from a dream she dreamed a thousand years ago.   this tomb of flesh would not allow her to truly comprehend all he was to her.     but still it rises, like soft-petaled flowers dancing in the wind.    swallowing thickly, she nods in acknowledgement, and in a moment unbearably  human,  she reaches out to hug him.    slender arms wrapping around the shell he’d built for himself. a pretender, like she. though he was not prisoner of his flesh.  

rallying her thoughts, she projects in that still, small voice of spirits  ‘ I feel much the same about you, my oldest friend. ’

[ethreali]

@daethis​ asked: ❝you’ve been holding on a long time.❞

            ❝ what can i say? i haven’t yet faced a considerable opponent to take me down. other than you and your scythe, that is, ❞ he leaned back against his chair, twirling a pencil in between his fingers. ❝ that could be an interesting plot twist. ❞ 

[necroamata]

daethis

“please don’t kill me for breaking your rules, sir.“ and a short pause. “it’s a family thing.”

[caelestimortem-a]

@daethis​ : ' it’s been too long. '

                   that  it  has  and  she  knew  it  as  well .  she  smiled  softly  as  she  gaze  up  at  the  horseman .  “  it’s  a  pleasure  to  see  you ,  uncle .  “  the  youngest  archangel  replied .   if  there  was  anyone  aside  from  her  father  who  deserved  the  most  respect  ,  it  was  certainly  death  himself .  she  held  a  bag  with  some  of  his  most  favorite  foods  .     “  figured  we  could  catch  up  some .  after  all ,  it’s  been  quite  a  while . “ 

[hellblcze-archive]

daethis death:  I can't,  not yet

this is bullshit. i have been trying to die for years

[gloryshound-archive]

@daethis   ——————   gets  a  plotted  starter  ! 

                    𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐆𝐋𝐄  𝐌𝐀𝐏𝐒  𝐈𝐒  𝐎𝐍𝐄  𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐔𝐕𝐀  𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐆   :   times  they  are  a-changin !     from  flip  phones  to  smart  phones  he  had  spent  years  on  the  road  ,  squinting  at  old  maps in  the  fading  sun  ,  missing  exit  signs  and  hours  of  his  time.  seems  to  him  he’s  spent  most  of  his  life  on  the  blacktop  tar  of  the  street  ,  a  tin  can  kicking  around  the  side  of  the  road  ,  he’d  never  stayed  still  for  long.   AND  HERE  HE  IS  ,   THE  WINCHESTER  BOY  :   the  man  ,  the  mystery  ,  the  absolute  pain  in  the  ass  ,  pizza  slice  is  dripping  in  grease  ,  half  shoved  into  his  face  ,  chewing  with  his  mouth  open.    “   look  ,  i’m  not  saying  the  deep  dish  can  kiss  my  candy  ass  ,  but  this  ?   this  is  heaven  on  a  fuckin  plate.   “      his  cup  is  scuffed  to  hell  and  beyond  ,  red  marred  with  white  from  dish  washers  and  careless  children  ,  the  air  so  rich  with  the  smell  of  baking  that  he  could  taste  the  food  as  soon  as  he  walked  in.    and  through  it  all  there  sits  one  tall  shadow.    out  of  place  among  the  tired  waitresses  ,   the  booth  is  faded  red  vinyl  ,  cracked  from  years  of  asses  climbing  into  the  seat  ,  the  off  brand  florescence.   all  these  places  blend  together  in  hindsight.   “  you  allowed  to  take  breaks  ?  i  mean  ,  don’t  get  me  wrong  ,  i’ve  met  your  workers  but  are  we  talking  a  union  forming  ,  them  going  on  strike  if  big  daddy  death  steps  outta  the  office  for  a  day  ?   “