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- Animals : Nickleback

- You really got me : Van Halen

- Me and the Devil : Soap&Skin

- Romeo : Until the ribbon breaks

- Short Skirt / Long Jacket : CAKE

66. Lotus Eater -- Mura Masa \\ @entersatan​

IF THERE IS ONE THING THAT THOMAS SHELBY cannot resist,    it’s beautiful women.    He noticed her the moment she walked into his pub.    Well,    actually,    it would be more accurate to say that he noticed everyone else noticing her.    But they know who pays for the whisky in their glasses,    who keeps the doors open in many of their factories and who pays their wages.    They know better than to step on his toes. 

He makes his way over to her with a drink in hand.    “ I guessed gin and tonic. ”

i wanna join !! soft sunny ocs are my absolute favorite and it’s a crime they’re so rare, so to have lili? makes my day anytime you two pop up on my dash! i've told you this before, but you truly have such a way of making your characters feel so real and relatable. i admire it so much❤️

                 kat  kat  kat  i  love  you  so  much  !!    ever  since  we  became  mutuals  not  only  have  i  been  inspired  by  your  kind  words ,   but  also  by  your  creativity  !    your  characters  are  so  stunning  and  i  love  how  unique  and  complex  each  and  every  one  of  them  are  shown  to  be .     your  writing  is  phenomenal ,     i’m  so  honored  to  know  you  and  to  now  have  you  writing  such  an  essential  character  to  lili’s  backstory .   you  are  so  wonderful ,   i  hope  you  know  that  !!!     i’m  so  very  glad  lili  seems  real .  honestly  that’s  like   . . .   the  highest  compliment  in  the  world ,   especially  when  writing  soft  sunny  characters  !!!

In honor of SPOTIFY WRAPPED,  send me a number 1-100 and I’ll write you a starter based on the song / ACCEPTING / @entersatan ( 13 )

"Feeling unknown and you're all alone. Flesh and bone by the telephone. Lift up the receiver, I'll make you a believer."

❛ you  cheated  𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵  but  now  it's  real . ❜  

@entersatan | [ 𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙴 𝙻𝚈𝚁𝙸𝙲 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 . ] | 🇳​​🇪​​🇴​​🇳​ ​🇬​​🇷​​🇦​​🇻​​🇪​ - ​🇩​​🇦​​🇾​​🇸​​🇪​​🇪​​🇰​​🇪​​🇷​

he'd gotten away. slipped beneath the noses of not only his band mates but the groupies who clung to his pants leg. safety could be found in the softly light bookstore, the glass windows displaying various authors and new sellers; the groupies wouldn't look for him here. he's silent as he eases through the bookshelves and their contents, blue eyes scanning each spine with a curious interest. slowly he migrates toward the mystery section, plucking different novels from their homes to read the backs. from where he stands he can see the front counter, the redhead behind it catching his attention. easing his way to the opening of the aisle he can hear the front door swing open and the bell above it jingle, and his body freezes.

' excuse me ma'am have you seen a man about this tall wearing a leather jacket? ' slowly stepping back into the aisle his gaze locks with hers, and he can feel his blue eyes widen. head shaking and practically pleading, he was hoping she'd have sympathy for him.

@entersatan liked for a starter

@entersatan, ♡.

ㅤㅤpassing an old graveyard has him contemplative, plucking a flower from a blooming tree that borders the cemetery. ❛ nothing ever truly dies, ❜ he muses to the other, twirling the bloom between his thumb and forefinger. he would very well know, given how many times he himself has died. and yet, despite that, he always finds a way back to the living. whether or not that is a good thing is arguable, of course. ❛ there is something almost beautiful about that, don't you think? ❜

she thinks of everyone: the importance and value of an existing human life. willing to sacrifice herself in the name of the greater good to save the world just for society to never know what was even done. the prophecy of mass destruction was set in motion ... one day set to bring hellfire upon their earth and with each passing day, the closer to it being completed. a blazing walking weapon, keeper of hellfire and queen of the pit. to touch her is to burn. SABRINA VICTORIA SPELLMAN MORNINGSTAR : witch, celestial, infernal, devil. of it all, human. it's what bound her to mortality. until that slivering light was gone, martyrdom would always be in her soul.

@entersatan : sometimes i really think you have a death wish . [ danika ]

" only when the occasion calls for it. " hand brushes over the black cat, it brings comfort after the chaos of what their night entailed. silence and peace which felt odd. the aunts leaving the two alone which was strange : [ a lingering feeling the room was booby trapped somewhere. ] " i won't let them DIE for me. "

            His eyes are shut, and his body is entirely relaxed     ——    for once. Samael hums to himself as he feels the tip of a marker roams up and down the expanse of his bare back. He's sure she's using some sort of washable pen (he wouldn't be mad if she used a sharpie, but he's pretty sure they're known for being bad for you...) and he's surprised by how nice it feels. He wants to get a tattoo over the space on his back, and he's intent on letting Dani do the art. He knows he'll never regret it, even if they, god forbid, quit talking... He loves Dani and wants to keep her mark on him forever.     ❛❛   That's gonna look so badass.   ❜❜     he coos in a sleepy mumble, his chin propped up on his arm.  @entersatan !

@entersatan ❝  oh,  i’m going to enjoy making my first impression with you.  how am i doing so far?  ❞  from dani accepting.

good.  great,  all  things  considered.  he's  not  all  that  hard  to  impress.  he  says  as  much  before  he  swallows  in  sudden  nervousness.  emotions  feel  a  bit  different,  like  a  slow  thawing  instead  of  a  sudden  rush.  sometimes  it  still  catches  him  off  guard  on  how  to  handle  them.  "but.  no  complaints."

such crude words often found themselves curled and twisted around his grimey tongue —— slipping free from the tip so easily before he could catch them by the tail and swallow them back down whole. before he could remember the audience before him [ ... ] or lack thereof ; when the mask was off. it was currently tucked away in a vanity drawer beside various paints and brushes and knives in the corner of his trailer.

@entersatan (dani): do you kiss your mama with that mouth ?

inquiry brought a laugh up from the gravelly pit of his throat , and a smile that grew and grew and grew ! oh how full and wicked it could blossom even without the assistance of carefully drawn lines. but the giggles he introduced to her eardrums weren't ones built on shame or embarrassment for perhaps offending her —— to cover his mistake with flushed cheeks and pray it would be brushed under the rug alongside dust. . . . . ❛❛ don't tell me you're one of them good ol' christian girls. ❜❜ no , he only intended to misbehave further. brows gave a quick and playful wiggle with that seemingly permanent smile. ❛❛ wanna know what else this mouth can do ? ❜❜

meta + death

@entersatan meta + accepting.

oh he's terrified. bobby's death gave him a complex. he felt (and still feels) the deep pain of someone that you love more than anything dying, the permanence of that, of literally never being able to see them again, and for everyone he cares about that is his biggest fear. he could even live with a falling out if he knew they'd still be alive somewhere out there (not that it wouldn't hurt because it would).

i've already said it but when his parents die, he'll relapse. anyone else that he loves that dies before they do, he'll relapse too. that's just a pain that he really can't deal with.

a busted lip never bothered him. bruised knuckles never seemed to bother him either, growing up spitting blood and chewing the inside of his cheek for survival put things into perspective. the gash on his chest isn't anything to balk at, its nasty and shallow but drawn across his left peck. that's what he gets for leaping in where he doesn't fit. a well placed shove earned him a broken beer bottle swiped at his chest; the cut earned the other a shattered jaw. despite the crowd forming around the fallen he manages to slip between the throng, drawing further back into the masses before he's spit out on the other side. blue eyes are wild as he presses a hand to his chest the stinging dull as he looks to the table he'd been an occupant at. his former company long since vanished and for a brief moment he's worried she's been dragged into the chaos beginning.

the sensation of nails digging into his arm starts him and he can feel the anger well in his chest, when his gaze catches ginger curls and a tall frame tugging at him toward the exit. danika. hesitation is thrown to the wind as he follows closely behind, the two slipping through the back door into the empty alley way. she gives him no time to pause as she pulling him further down the alley way beyond the dumpsters and around the corner, deeper into the night he follows without question. her nails have released him, just soft fingertips clutching at his forearm with a death grip. rounding another corner he's brought to an abrupt halt meeting her face to face, dark brows arching on his forehead at her expression. " he deserved it. "

its honest he doesn't, something about violence draws him in like a moth to a flame and without question he always answers its call. her voice catches him off guard, he was expecting a reprimand or an explosive reaction. ' hey . . . where did you get that ? ' he follows her gaze to his chest, peeling the cut fabric back to reveal the gash on his chest. " he cut me with a beer bottle. its not a big deal. "

𝐋𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐂 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 →  @entersatan​​   /     𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒖𝒃 - 𝒄𝒐𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒂 (𝑎𝑑𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑)

the corner of his mouth twitched up. there was no humor in his smile, but the small part of just something flicked behind his tired eyes. ❝ everything seems broken when you look at it that way. ❞ it's rich coming from him. his job - his life - focused around reminding the world about how broken it was.

he leaned back, arm resting behind his head. no eye contact had been made yet, but he felt his own want to change the topic before he found himself bringing it down too low. ❝ life feels so much better when we just avoid the truth. ❞

@entersatan  ♡  

        “I  absolutely  love  your  dress.”

❝ there’s something about you. i don’t know what it is, but i know it’s there. ❞ for desdemona!

prompt!

             Dark brows raise, and a pleasant surprise is etched on delicate features, before full lips curve with bemusement.     ❛❛   Mmm... What a coincidence. I was thinking the exact same thing about you.   ❜❜     Her voice is a silken purr, and as she observes the other from under her thick lashes, she takes a thoughtful sip of her wine.      ❛❛   I would love to hear more about me, though.   ❜❜     she adds, averting her gaze for a mere moment, and when her eyes flicker up, they're purple     ——    for only a second, before dissipating back into brown. She chuckles softly to herself, turning her body slightly away.