#entishe

[voidroute]

IT’S NOT JUST A BIRD.   IT’S GOD!           (the great,   1x06)                                                                           * @entishe​

[blesscdbliss]

“ you’re not a burden. “

hurt comfort prompts // Accepting !

Rachel had never bothered to lift a finger to help the times Tracy got into fights, but she was sure fighting now.

These evenings were more difficult for Faith. The ones where she could practically hear her past, hear the doubts and accusations start to bubble to the surface of her consciousness. Additional work or other methods of busying herself usually quieted the noise, but not tonight.

Tonight she was barely keeping her head above the sea of whispers Rachel had created. Like she was drowning.

You're not a burden.

The form in the doorway was unfamiliar and yet familiar at the same time. From her spot on the floor, she reached a hand up, all but begging to be saved from the watery death that only she could perceive.

"Please help me"

[wvtchy]

' hold still, you've got blood on your face. ' for Lucifer

answering @entishe

what a mess. most of the chaos has been scrubbed away, cleansed, and buried back into the earth, where the world below could pull it in. the only thing left of the miserable scene was the bodies. mangled, missing limbs, exposed wet bones poking through masses of jagged flesh and muscle. it was a masterpiece of red, all for him.

the people who started this were at the top, as lucifer was a believer that everyone should be forced to see the consequences of their actions. so when these fuckheads started killing in his name, and their body count began to reach past twenty, he had to step in. a few kills here and there is flattering, but when news stations start picking up on it and it becomes something true crime podcasters start to chat about, it becomes a problem.

they were in the middle of a particularly gruesome group kill when he showed up. he made them watch with horrified eyes as he finished the job, and then took the axe to their necks. he could later deal with what their souls would suffer through, but the physical evidence always came first, and this case was hot. no time could be wasted on theatrics. he didn't need cops and detectives showing up and giving him a headache.

the walls of the trailer sparkled with the sinking sun, as if they never had a single drop of blood on them. all evidence went through a bucket of water and soap, rubbing alcohol, and a sunbath before they were buried in the dirt. the bodies were piled up, ready for the final fire.

when she speaks, voice slow and sweet like honey, his mind snaps out of the zone and he listens to her words. lucifer pauses. his heart beats fast from all the labor. "you making a cloth or are you licking it off?" he jokes, cocking a dark brow.

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🙏 / ☀

𝑨𝑺𝑲 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑼𝑺𝑬 𝑨𝑩𝑶𝑼𝑻 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑼𝑵 | 𝑨𝑪𝑪𝑬𝑷𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮

𝑫𝑶 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑲 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑼𝑵 𝑾𝑶𝑼𝑳𝑫 𝑩𝑬 𝑨𝑩𝑳𝑬 𝑻𝑶 𝑺𝑼𝑹𝑽𝑰𝑽𝑬 𝑰𝑵 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑳𝑫?

"IT'S A FIRM 'NO' FROM ME. HE'D PROBABLY TRIP, HIT HIS HEAD ON A GENERATOR, AND DIE OF A BRAIN ANEURYSM. HE'S NOT VERY AGILE."

𝑫𝑶𝑬𝑺 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑼𝑵 𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑵 𝑻𝑶 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑾𝑯𝑰𝑳𝑬 𝑾𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑶𝑹 𝑵𝑶𝑻?

"OH SURE! SURE, HE LISTENS TO ME MORE OFTEN THAN NOT. HARD HEADED AS ALL GET OUT. I'LL TELL HIM TO WRITE SOMETHING DOWN, AND HE'LL BE ALL LIKE 'WE CAN'T SAY THAT! IT'LL GET US ON THE FBI'S WATCHLIST."

danny snorts. "PUSSY."

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" you're not a monster. "

𝒀𝑶𝑼'𝑹𝑬 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑨 𝑴𝑶𝑵𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 | 𝑨𝑪𝑪𝑬𝑷𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮

"COMING FROM THE THING THAT BROUGHT ME HERE TO BE A MONSTER. CHEAP WORDS, BABY.”

danny sharpens his knife, lovingly gifted by the entity, and he marvels at the quickly shink! it makes as he passes it across the whetstone. it’s perfectly clean now, no trace of the blood that had been on it earlier. no, no more meg guts left. just the pristine perfect reflection of his favorite person. danny johnson.

or well, ghostface. danny didn’t like taking the mask off around other people anymore. not since he’d been pulled in this world. he took it off when he was alone, left in his killer’s shack which was, for all intents and purposes, literally a shack. still, he hated seeing himself and fearing that he’d be here forever. no more alternate egos. no more... danny. just ghostface. no more jed. just ghostface. which, he didn’t mind the whole... “no jed” bit. jed was a fucking asshole. or well. a boring asshole.

“I THINK I’M OKAY WITH BEING A MONSTER, EN. IT SUITS ME.” yeah. it suits me.

[hedisappears-moved]

@entishe​ sent ; " why am I so fascinated by you? "

Ⓓ            that   was   a   question   ,   wasn’t   it   ?   honestly   ,   dwight   wondered   the   same   thing   when   it   came   to   the   entity   .   hell   ,   he’d   been   taken   after   a   shit   ‘work   trip’   gone   bad   …   just   trying   to   escape   the   woods   after   being   abandoned   and   on   his   own   .   dwight   didn’t   think   of   himself   as   a   bad   person   ,   per   say   …   his   anxiety   sky   rocketed   ,   he   was   fearful   of   most   everything   —   his   stomach   stayed   in   knots   ,   the   feeling   of   puking   always   heavily   present   .   but   his   boss   had   really   tipped   his   edge   after   firing   rose   and   getting   back   at   him   via   drugging   him   seemed   like   the   plausible   thing   to   do   ,   right   ?   even   though   he’d   been   assured   it   was   just   laughing   gas   ,   it   went   pretty   bad   and   overall   —   it   ended   up   to   them   getting   back   at   dwight   .   the   man   just   wanted   out   of   the   woods   once   he   was   abandoned   ,   yet   some   where   along   the   line   ,   the   entity   plucked   him   from   his   world   in   the   thick   fog   that   rolled   through   .   head   tilting   just   slightly   at   entity   ,   even   though   his   anxiety   and   fear   of   her   was   far   superior   to   the   slight   ‘brave’   act   of   things   in   the   current   moment   .   a   struggle   with   en   always   seemed   to   root   itself   down   until   dwight   wanted   to   quite   simply   curl   up   —   and   yet   she   continued   to   attack   his   mind   .   lips   thinning   slightly   at   her   ,   brown   eyes   glaring   at   her   behind   his   thick   rimmed   glasses   .   ‘   i   don’t   know   ,   en   …   far   more   on   the   aspect   that   —   shouldn’t   you   be   able   to   answer   that   ?   you   are   the   one   that   plucked   me   from   the   real   world   ,   after   all   …   ‘