[permets]

do i still taste of war? can you still feel the battles on my skin stitched across my back am i still rebuilding bone by fragile bone?

what does forgiveness taste like? (r.n.)

[icedmacha]

bastille // power

[memestockpile]

different ways to say ‘i love you’. 

‘i’ll make you something, yeah? your favorite dish, just for you.’

‘let’s get you back to bed.’

‘shh, it was just a nightmare.’

‘you like this, don’t you? i remember you saying that.’

‘i drew up a bath for you.’

‘you need rest.’

‘you ought to be asleep.’

‘i bought two.’

‘here. you can have the rest.’

‘i thought of you when i saw this.’

‘i like your smile.’

‘you have a cute laugh.’

‘stay there. i’m coming there to get you.’

‘it’s okay, i’m here, we’re okay.’

‘be careful.’

‘look both ways.’

‘you mean so much to me.’

‘i can’t lose you.’

‘i thought i might have lost you.’

‘how to you feel about the nickname, (insert nickname)?’

‘it looks good on you.’

‘i’ll make you soup.’

‘ah-ah-ah. you’re sick. you need to stay in bed.’

‘are you okay in there?’

‘that’s it, that’s it. get it all out. shh.’

‘it’s a remedy i knew. helps with your throat.’

‘it’s a lullaby. would you like me to sing it to you? would that help you fall asleep?’

‘i’m worried about you.’

‘what do you want to watch?’

‘where would you like to go for dinner?’

‘close your eyes and hold out your hands.’

‘we’ll figure it out.’

‘oh, it’s not big deal. you’re fine.’

‘i brought you some medicine for your cold.’

‘you’re important to me.’

‘this is your favorite song, right?’

‘you’re like a son/daughter to me.’

‘good luck!’

‘you’re like a mom/dad to me.’

‘don’t say that about yourself.’

‘want to come with?’

“wow! you look really nice.’

‘goodnight, (insert term of affection).’

‘it’s okay. i couldn’t sleep anyway.’

‘you can have half.’

‘come here. let me fix it.’

‘your tie is crooked.’

‘c’mere. shh, it’s okay.’

‘i’m not going to hurt you.’

‘can i touch you?’

‘can i kiss you?’

‘can i hug you?’

‘promise.’

‘would i ever lie to you?’

‘i think you’re very beautiful/handsome.’

‘hey, good-looking.’

‘of course i care. you’re my family.’

‘one more chapter.’

‘i love you.’

[deandelreys]

MAKE ME CHOOSE // @martyrdean asked: dean in graphic t shirts or leather jackets

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🎵 - brock for either

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         “You knew the game and played it.”  It’s not just a statement, he’s got a wary gaze fixed right on Caleb. It had been a risk to get involved with demons, but hey what the hell, they finished the job. It’s a bunch of crossed wires considering, his soul is already damned to begin with, not to mention twisted from everything he’s done. He breathes out for a moment, eyes glancing towards him for another moment.   “I’ll be going straight to hell, anyway.’ 

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      “Let's spend the future talking about the past.”

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@soulscaled

I.  I bet you kiss your knuckles before they touch my cheek.         It’s a fixed point in a rotation that is larger than anyone could imagined. The fact of the matter is crystals aren’t just crystals, not when the world is tilting and throwing everything that hurts at you. To them: you’re a stranger: an addict that has been poisoning blood for years. The countless pills that you’ve consumed, that have caused liquid fire in bones. An euphoric feeling that leaves everyone higher than they believed they could get. But here’s the thing, no one tells you that you get hooked, no one tells you it can kill you.             And here you linger in the hot aching sun. Anxiety etched into bones: bones that have seen better days. There’s no residue marks: only the bitter taste of chalk like pills most of the time on your tongue. You breathe out, you watch the sunlight above. Your’e aware that someone has followed you: you’re aware that your husband's brother can’t deal with the stress. And here you lay at runes, fingers reaching into a bag to grab a pipe to light the very crystals they’re trying to avoid. Because everything is just so tense. 

            ‘You just gonna keep fuckin staring or get high with me? It’s written all over your body that you want it. It’s not like they’re gonna know.’

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millenniumpharaoh:

Thousands of years had gone by as he slept and with it the world that he once knew had changed. His home was either in ruins or lost to the sands that eroded it away, but even as he walked through the streets of a land he once ruled, it still felt like home. It was still Egypt; just different. The scent of food that filled the air reminded him of a time he could not help miss. There were more cars on the streets than just donkeys or horses. it was odd to see, but after a few minutes in a daze, he would shake his head and move on.

The world had continued moving while he slept, and still continued without any delay. While he was alright with trying to play catch up, Atem couldn’t help but pause at times and look back. To days where he was a Pharaoh ruling a Kingdom or even further back to when he was a child who craved the love of his parents. Crimson hues peer out through the window of the shop where sand ran through the streets and passerbys covered their faces or kept their heads low against each buffet of sand filled wind. 

Atem snorts. Typical of him to visit the land of his forefathers during the windy season, and before he could even ramble on about his bad luck the sand dispersed. He could actually see through the window perfectly again. The once monarch sniffs, adjusts the pack upon his back, and walks out into the air that instantly made him sneeze.

Dust still lingered, but luckily it didn’t sting his eyes or scratch his skin. Just a few sneezes here and there. Sandstorms were deadly and he never liked them even when the land was less modern. Atem walks down the streets, hands stuffed into his jean pockets and the jingle of his bracelets his only company. Where the retired Pharaoh was going was a mystery, for Atem simply wanted to explore. To learn this new Egypt with his own two eyes.

He could have gone with the Ishtar clan, but Atem refused to be waited upon by people who still saw him as a King to a kingdom that did not exist. The royal closes his eyes and shakes his head, to which it was a mistake to do so just when he turned a corner. His face collides with a chest, and he jumps back with ruby eyes wide with surprise. 

“Sorry!” He speaks, the Arabic words still felt strange on his tongue even though he spoke it fluently now.

  The air he breathes in his lungs is more stagnant than air that he’s breathed in when robbing tombs. Seth’s soul is a funny little thing, after being touched by that of a Gods. A soul being reborn into a makings of what had been a twenty-six year old human. The trails that had pertained to the body and mind had been brutal, the round of yellow fever leaving an etching and imprint that lead to what he is now.      How the soul was mingled with that of a God, something that was ancient, how most lacked the given faith to believe in miracles such as this. However, a bitterness runs down into the core of Seth’s bones considering the facts and matters of the heart conflict with what he has become. He breathes, once, twice, a third time. The sandstorm long past him, long away from him, and it had been his foul mood that had set it off to begin with. Green eyes staring at the stranger, an expression frozen on his features.    A soft muttered ‘My fault.’ back in the native tongue, soft spoken, but also his eyes are staring for a moment at irises that are red like blood. He’s transfixed because he’s seen: there were tombs portraying one that ruled with these eyes. Accidental findings from his wandering in tombs and he has to shake his head, temper removed now from his bones but the curiosity and the slight nerves remain.      “You have the eyes of a king.’ An observation not lightly made by Seth, but he does not let his gaze linger. 

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“the only solution was to stand and fight.” deaaanniee.

rp sentence starters from  emily curtis’  work ,  in the absence of the sun

  Even for him, dinosaurs are a new thing to say the least. Even if the demon has dealt with a lot, dinos are something that isn’t expected to say the least. Not to mention how much of a dick humanity could be towards them. None the less he’s eyeing the woman with a slight distaste. ‘It just goes to show, they weren’t made to be weapons of war.’ 

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[dateaboysuggestions]

Date a boy who’s knuckles are bloody and bruised but his eyes are soft and make you feel warm inside.

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@soulscaled

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“what has been done cannot be undone.” from Persephone, to Apis or Setekh?

FLORENCE + THE MACHINE’S  ❝ CEREMONIALS ❞  SENTENCE STARTERS

   To light fire into bones: to allow an aching wound to pester is humane. Seth has always had a paradox of the world of living when he had come out of his yellow fever episode. The waking from the slumber that was something like a rebirth, the color of his blood that changed and became something less than human. A whisper of the Gods, a touch from a God, an absent father that had created what had been reborn. A mortal that had fallen in love with a women whom had birthed two twins but the pair did not know of one another’s existence, only that they existed as something else in the world.       “You can’t restart a soul, not when it’s path has already been chosen by the gods to do something more.’ Seth’s voice is a soft whisper, nothing more, nothing less and a pondering lingers in his tone as he speaks.

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“you can call me anything you want.” (ana for dean)

FLORENCE + THE MACHINE’S ❝ CEREMONIALS ❞ SENTENCE STARTERS

@dissolvedshadows

 It’s like breathing softly through corrupted lungs. The steady pressure that lingers there, but sitting here with her there’s a difference. The way his fingers curl between her own, the way that he looks her in the eyes. That soft expression that never quite leaves his features when he kisses her, or calls her soft names. He’s grown soft for her, not a trait a demon should have but here he is treating her so tender. He kisses the side of her cheek for a moment.                 ‘You’re a queen, and you deserve the best.’

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   Master-list of Permanent Starter Calls 

Original Characters

*Apis Aeron Zuburi / original character / egyptian lore / fandomless * Setekh ‘Seth’ Khalil / original character / egyptian lore / fandomless * Harry Calvin Parker / original character / mutant

Canon Muses

* Dean Winchester / King Of Hell / Canon Divergence / Supernatural * Ellias Ryker / Altered Carbon *Lisbeth salander / millennium series / girl with the dragon tattoo *Brock Rumlow / Marvel Comics Default All MUSES STARTER CALL

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Permanent  Starter call for  Harry Calvin Parker / original character / mutant 

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Permanent  Starter call for Apis Aeron Zuburi  &  Setekh ‘Seth’ Khalil  / Egyptain Lore based / fandomless ocs