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  ☁️  𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬  ☁️

from the band ghost !!

• ❛ Tonight we’re summoned for a divine cause ❜
• ❛ Smells of dead human sacrifices ❜
  
• ❛ Our father who art in hell, unhallowed be thy name ❜
  
• ❛ Now celebrate the end ❜
  
• ❛ She was an evil woman with an evil old soul, her piercing eyes emotionless a heart so black and cold ❜
  
• ❛ ‘Tis the night of the witch tonight ❜
  
• ❛ Evoke the king of hell ❜
  
• ❛ Strike the death knell ❜
  
• ❛ Say, can you hear the chimes? ❜
  
• ❛ Hear our desperate call ❜
  
• ❛ I offer everything they seek ❜
  
• ❛ This grave hill stinks of death ❜
  
• ❛ We Focus On Your Death ❜
  
• ❛ I’m waiting for the night to fall I know that it will save us all ❜
  
• ❛ I’m waiting for the night to fall when everything is bearable ❜
  
• ❛ In the night I am real ❜
  
• ❛ You have the power ❜
  
• ❛ You wear the crown ❜
  
• ❛ You are cast out from the heavens to the ground, blackened feathers falling down ❜
  
• ❛ You will wear your independence like a crown ❜
  
• ❛ Two star-crossed lovers reaching out to the beast with many names ❜
  
• ❛ He is the shining and the light without whom I cannot see ❜
  
• ❛ You’re the possessée of avarice ❜
  
• ❛ This oasis is a poison well ❜
  
• ❛ This oasis is a poison well of rotting carcasses that clog the deep ❜
  
• ❛ Ever since you were born you’ve been dying ❜
  
• ❛ All those things that you desire you will find here in the fire ❜
  
• ❛ Put your hands up and reach for the sky, cry for absolution ❜
  
• ❛ Cry for absolution ❜
  
• ❛ The world is on fire. And you are here to stay and burn with me, our funeral pyre ❜
  
• ❛ You’re so God damn frail ❜
  
• ❛ Devoured by shadows we cling to the light ❜
  
• ❛ ‘neath heavens torn asunder, you call on me ❜
  
• ❛ Are you on the square? ❜
  
• ❛ Are you on the level? ❜
  
• ❛ Are you ready to swear right here right now ❜
  
• ❛ Are you ready to swear right here right now before the devil ❜
  
• ❛ Now all your loved ones, and all your kin, will suffer punishments beneath the wrath of God ❜
  
• ❛ They’re still coming after you and there’s nothing you can do ❜
  
• ❛ Every day that you feed me with hate I grow stronger ❜
  
• ❛ If I could turn back the time I’d make all right ❜
  
• ❛ How can it end like this? ❜
  
• ❛ There’s a sting in the way you kiss me ❜
  
• ❛ I don’t wanna end like this ❜
  
• ❛ Don’t you forget about your friend death ❜
  
• ❛ Don’t you forget that you will die ❜
  
• ❛ Someone’s flesh is rotting tonight ❜
  
• ❛ What you’ve done you cannot undo ❜
  
• ❛ Still, your soul will suffer this plight like your father in hell ❜
  
• ❛ Can you see me longing for you forever? ❜
  
• ❛ Within your heart, a story to be told ❜
  
• ❛ This is the moment of just letting go ❜
  
• ❛ Through benediction you tried to rid your mind of malediction ❜
  
• ❛ I know you need it now to make you feel alive ❜
  
• ❛ It ain’t over now, and I ain’t talking about forgiveness ❜
  
• ❛  It’s the cruel beast that you feed ❜
  
• ❛ It’s your burning yearning need to bleed ❜
  
• ❛ You keep a casket buried deep within ❜
  
• ❛ You try to mask it but fall back in sin ❜
  
• ❛ You wanna shake it off but you’re stuck inside ❜
  
• ❛ Call out in the middle of the night, for when else would I hear you? ❜
  
• ❛ Fall out in the cold starlight, I can save you if you do ❜
  
• ❛ You will never walk alone. You can always reach me ❜
  
• ❛ Call me when you feel all alone ❜
  
• ❛ It’s been a long time coming ❜
  
• ❛ Though my memories are faded they come back to haunt me once again ❜
  
• ❛ Now it’s time for me to strike again ❜
  
• ❛ I’m dying to see you, my friend ❜
  
• ❛ I’m with you always ❜
  
• ❛ Remember always that love is all you need ❜
  
• ❛ Tell me who you wanna be and I will set you free ❜
  
• ❛ There’s a darkness at the heart of my love that runs cold, runs deep ❜
  
• ❛ Will you spill the wine to summon the divine? ❜
  
• ❛ Suffering for the lord is not an easy thing ❜
  
• ❛ You shine like the sun and the moon and the stars in the sky ❜
  
• ❛ The past is spun like a yarn and mangled with flesh and blood and bones ❜
  
• ❛ You’ve been playing around with magic that is black, but all the powerful magical mysteries never gave a single thing back ❜
  
• ❛  It ain’t always what it seems when you cling onto a dream, it ain’t always there to please you ❜
  
• ❛ That glitter wasn’t gold as opposed to what they told you ❜
  
• ❛ But he’s the guy you wanna do and you know that it takes two. Luckily he wants to do you too ❜
  
• ❛ Through all the sorrow we’ve been riding high ❜
  
• ❛ Not just another bloody Mary ❜
  
• ❛ It was just for fools ❜
  
• ❛ You go down just like Holy Mary ❜
  
• ❛ Your beauty never, ever scared me ❜

(via thanatologies-a)

he offers up a noncommittal hum. “yes. most unfortunate.” luminescent pink and purple butterfly dances across his lithe fingers before spreading her lovely wings and flitting away into his mother’s night sky. “time and death wait for no one, though. i can only hope she finds her answers wherever she ends up.”

thanatos regards the young woman in the fire escape above him now. little sheri grayson has sprouted into a young woman. gone are the smooth features of adolescence she sported in the hospital room when he took her mother up in his arms all those years ago. he props his scythe against the ground, folds his arms, and leans into the blade, its sharp edges doing nothing to puncture his skin. “you’ve grown since i last saw you.”

it’s not hard to find death, if you know where and how to look. most regular mortals don’t have the sight to see them, but they can train themselves. others, like sheri, are born with an arcane sense of vision allowing them to see beyond the veil and thus can see more of the world beyond the human scope. either way, once you see them, you start noticing them or any of their numerous peers more often. people are dying all the time, after all.

this isn’t the first time she’s seen thanatos before. not that she knew who they were at the time. she was a teenager, at her mom’s bedside in the hospital. her mother drew her last breath and sheri looked up, and saw a robed entity take her away. lane thought she was just staring at the ceiling, trying not to cry, cause all he saw was stained ceiling tiles above them. but she saw him. 

and of course here he was all these years later, same as ever. she’s seen him around before, from afar, but this is the closest she’s been to him since he brought her mother to the next life. she really hoped her poor neighbor (a lonely, middle-aged widow with a failing heart) had a longer life ahead of her. death had other plans, it would seem. sheri twitches, the barest trace of amusement crossing her face. “an accomplishment on my part, frankly.” she replies, taking a sip from her mug. “had a lot of days when i was younger when i thought i might end up seeing you waiting for me.” @thanatologies

soulmemes:

send in     “ i only have eyes for you. “     for five times where the sender was caught staring in admiration/affection at the receiver, by the receiver.     ( scenarios can vary! examples include: the receiver delivering a fierce passionate speech to encourage people to do something, the receiver walking into a room while dressed glamorously, the receiver walking into a room while dressed NOT glamorously, literally ANYTHING! )

(via dear-indies)

diaboluse asked;

42!!

it’s that special time of year: spotify wrapped | @diaboluse

song #42: i don’t need your love - SIX, anna uzele

frost creeps at the edges of the window just behind her. the cold sets into her bones as she sits on the fire escape, looking out over the city she has called home all her life. she holds a mug of tea close to her chest, watching as the first snow of the season begins to fall from the night sky. funny how a place becomes a part of you, after a point.

funny how a person is capable of that, too.

the window slots open further and she’s joined by matt, freshly cleaned and patched up after a night of righteous bloodletting. he sits beside her, legs knocking together as they hang off the fire escape. sheri watches as he grabs the mug of coffee she left out for him on the sill, taking a generous sip for warmth. she combs fingers through his hair, watching the white breath seep from his lips as he chuckles. her heart throbs a little harder as she admires the dimples around his smile, the crinkling of crow’s feet around his sightless eyes, the feeling of his skin under her fingertips as they dance along his jaw.

“you know, i love you, boy,” she utters devotedly, “in every single way… i have built a future in my mind with you. doesn’t matter what we’re doing– i just know it’s always me and you.” a pause, heart now skipping. “does that scare you?”

glacierfront·:

    “What the fuck.” Sherry is a wizard. A witch, perhaps! “Yeah. I hate sweet pickles. I don’t get the point. If they’re not sour. Then. Like?”

         Pride radiates from her as she tosses her hair back. “Thank you, I’ll be here all week.” A chuckle. “I don’t know that I’ve ever had sweet pickles? Maybe sweet and sour, but at least those make sense, you know? Still get that kinda… pucker from the vinegar.”

zataraa·:

                                  ❛  think you could do a girl a favor and grab her some herbs? ❜ zatanna made sure to put on her brightest smile, adding in the extra effort of batting her lashes. it’s not like she had to ―  she knew sheri would get them for her. @magicxecustos·.

               “ could i? does a raven have wings? “ her familiar in the corner sqwaked in response, fluffing up black-blue feathers before proceeding to groom herself. sheri chuckled and hiked up a couple steps on the ladder, looking over the inventory. “ anything specific you need or am i putting together a restock box for ya? “

◟ ✶ ┊  »     𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑨𝑹𝑪  

romance / friendship arc.   you started this story a little hard, or awkward, or stubborn. that’s okay. it’s harder than it should be to admit, but what you really want is love. that’s what your story is all about - not just the act of loving, but the allowance of it. the confession that you do not want to fight or bleed or save the world, but to simply feel the way two hands fit so easily together. you will have two chairs and a table and you will shut your blinds, and you will say the word love without faltering. this is a happy ending, and you do not need to feel guilty. it hurts our hands to fight - never to hold.  

TAGGED BY: @zataraa

TAGGING: @glacierfront, @faithcascades , @spiriitum and whoever else!!!

WHAT DO YOU WISH YOU COULD SAY?

please, PLEASE want to know me.   you keep quite literally everything bottled up, don’t you? you try to be there for everyone else, but nobody has ever asked about you. you have a mental list in your head of things that you wish beyond wishing that people would ask to know about you, but nobody has. you’re afraid that if you tell them, you won’t get the response you crave, which gets more and more mysterious and gut-wrenchingly necessary with every day that goes by in silence. it feels like you aren’t allowed to exist.

tagged by: @zataraa 
tagging: @diaboluse, @glacierfront, and you there!

glacierfront·:

@magicxecustos·

      “Uhhh.” Uhh! “I — sleep with. Only a sheet. I. Love sweet pickles. And. I have never. Wanted a piercing.”

         “Uhhhh,” she echoes, trying to suss out the lie. 

         Sleeping is funky for Julie most nights, so she probably really does only sleep with a sheet? For ease of movement. Unless she likes the weighted blankets, which might also track given the overall… anxiety of her friend. And she thinks it’s unlikely that Julie didn’t ever entertain the idea of a piercing so that leaves her stuck between pickles and sheets. And she’s never seen Julie eat pickles…

         “Yooooou do not love sweet pickles. Final answer.” She chomps down on her chicken.

magicxecustos:

what the fuck why does it look like that

update: think i fixed it. was showing up w double text on my dash but then on my blog there was no text to edit??? so just copy pasted it when editing