masochisticsadist:

patrocluz:

ASTRIFEROUS 
(adjective)
bearing stars; made of stars. etymology: latin astrifer; astrum - star + ferre - to bear

masochisticsadist:

patrocluz:

ASTRIFEROUS 

(adjective)

bearing stars; made of stars.
etymology: latin astrifer; astrum - star + ferre - to bear

artissimo:

33 by denys tsiperkoSwallow Book 5

artissimo:

33 by denys tsiperko

Swallow Book 5

alwaysenduphere:

ψ  - —  Icon Giveaway… 

—{  Hello… This is something from me to y’all to say - thank you - just thank you for being here with me and Lu; even if we don’t write together I wanted to do something to let you know that I appreciate every single one of you… ♥ 

Because this is a thank you for my followers, then it’s open to followers — new followers are welcome — I don’t mind if you’re an rp blog or a personal… 

To enter; Just reblog this post and that’s it…

Le prizey thingy  

1 personage, 30 styled/themed icons of a FC of their choice to specific colour scheme/style/bordered/textured etc. - watermarked for sole use by them if they would like that option.

2 peoples, 15 styled/themed icons of a FC of their choice to specific colour scheme/style/bordered/textured etc. - watermarked for sole use by them if they would like that option.

Probably close this on Friday evening ( G M T ) - Thank you and good luck! 
           Love from, 
                   Lu!Mun ♥  }—

[ Edit; Closing in about an hour :3 ]

(Source: lydiamaartin)

littlewebbedfeet:

A black dog apparition, come to steal your soul away~
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littlewebbedfeet:

A black dog apparition, come to steal your soul away~

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(Source: alice-silhouettes)

(Did Fear lose her memories?? D: )
miss-malice

outofnightmare. Not exactly.

The Abyss has just muddled things up a bit. Nothingness tends to effect her in a way that sort of slowly eats at her essence. It’s why she’s sort of reintroducing herself to everyone.

It takes her a little bit to remember but once she does it’s business as usual. Well… almost. But I’m not going to spoil her little game just yet.

Goddesses have to have some secrets~.

adramelekh:

Oh, for-

He doesn’t know whether to laugh or growl. "Ha." He manages, before deciding the former is beyond him right now. She doesn’t remember him. All that time, all that affection. The whole investment can’t just be- gone. 

"You remember Crowley, but you don’t remember me!?” Incredulity takes over his sense of calm and his voice whines in the high notes, sinking to a frustrated growl for the lows.Typical.” Typical fucking Crowley. 

"Oh, darling. That hurts me here." He moves his arm through hers to touch his fingertips to his chest pointedly. Dissolves into nothing underneath her only to reform standing up a few feet away, shaking out the discarded shirt so that he can start to slip it over his shoulders again. 

"What happened to your mind?" This isn’t the first time she’s forgotten him. Raw fear is a fickle thing, prone to twists and sudden turns. He should have recognised the lack of recognition in her own gaze. 

Well well~. That struck a nerve. An eyebrow goes up in amusement and she considers them even for the slight about her owning him being somehow unwanted. 

Almost childishly she paws at the spot he was in and grins as he remerges away from her. Poor kitten. She’s hurt his feelings. The flap of his shirt suddenly does trigger something and she runs hands through her hair and snaps a finger as his name wavers on the tip of her tongue. "mmmmgh-you’re-Adramelekh!” Lucifer’s old tailor. …. is now leading Hell? …huh. Little bits and pieces flitter at the sound of his name.

She does know him. Rather well, actually, if the glimpses of giggling over burning bodies on a volcano and eating gourmet chocolate together has anything to do with it.

A kiss. A few stolen moments of intimacy. Blood. Screams. 

Oops.

And she’d just- she bites into her lip a little hard and her shoulders shake with quiet giggles. Whoops.

She thinks she remembers Crowley, vaguely, but honestly if he walked up to her right now she wouldn’t recognize him either. Not that the shadow would believe that now. Such a fussy demon.

She shrugs carelessly. “Abyss." She waves a hand flippantly and this time it’s her turn to approach carefully, fingers trailing gently over his shoulders as he fixes his shirt to see if he’s solid enough to touch yet. 

The 31st icon in your folder is your characters reaction to seeing something scary.

exit-stage-crowley:

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(Source: rock-meme-one-more-time)

adramelekh:

"I’m afraid I’ve not exactly branded myself with your sigil, darling. I don’t quite like what that might connote." He raises a brow at her, business creeping into his manner as suspicion overtakes flirtation. "What intrigues me is that you already know all that. So what’s the reason for your confusion?"

He’s shirtless now, but even under all the shadow, the body of the hunter has no brands. The closest is the destroyed anti-possession ward on his shoulder, scarred and ugly, though barely visible against deep black. His claws drum slowly against the scales of her hip. Something is off, here. 

She raises a challenging brow right back at him. “really?” As if being owned by her would be something to be even slightly aggrieved about. She looks down at him like he’s just lost some of the appeal as her new found toy and she thinks she’s starting to get a vague shape of him. Business like demon from hell with red eyes and a sense of power to him. She can feel the souls tied to him. Wasn’t the last ruler of Hell a demon named, “… Crowley?”

Funny. She expected him to look different.