#thedyingembers

[kennamusic]

#TheDyingEmbers By Colin Kennaugh www.facebook.com/colinkennaughphotography (at Winchester, Hampshire) https://www.instagram.com/p/BsiGdnklQz3/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=elq48ftk4fvk

[failedhero-archive]

// I've always admired you and thought you were super talented and amazing. Now thats only doubled and shines in the way you play Dean.

omg well THANK YOU! Beautiful starfish. IF YOU AREN’T FOLLOWING THIS SPLENDID HUMAN GO AND DO SO NOW BECAUSE REASONS 

[shatteredsavior-blog]

❝ One time I punched a goose right out of the air. ❞

@thedyingembers

Sam was speechless for a long moment, simply staring at his friend with wide eyes and an open mouth before bursting into loud laughter, head falling back as his arms come to wrap around his ribs.

“What?” He gasped out once his mirth began to die down, “Cas, are you serious? Holy shit, that is the greatest thing I’ve heard in--god, possibly forever.”

[poorthackerybinx]

@thedyingembers

“Cas?” came the voice at the window. “Do you have a moment?”

[its-priestly-blog]

➧

Send “➧” if you’re a mutual who hasn’t roleplayed with me yet and you want to plot.

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No no, come here. Let us sin :D

[imagiinaryfriend-blog]

((OOC: Oh gosh! Thank you so much for the follow back ; w ; ))

thank YOU for the initial follow! :D

[thefootstepsimfollowing]

It had been a while now and Balthazar wasn’t actually sure what was normal for a human being in term of sleep. Should Castiel still be sleeping? He stayed by his side from the moment he came to bed to now, eyes sometimes watching the human sprawled in the sheets, sometimes looking at the painful absence of Grace in the ex-angel’s body. It was an ugly thing, to see an angel fall so low. To see one you loved and respected in the edge of a primitive life.

He wasn’t sure how to handle it, he wasn’t sure it was a good idea to bring him back. Logically speaking, it wasn’t. Many things could go wrong if it was discovered, but Balthazar couldn’t leave Castiel behind, even not after what his own had done.

Bonds like theirs were hard to break.

Or he thought they were once.

Castiel had proved him wrong.

Like he had done so many times before, but never in such a cruel way.

Finally, giving in, he simply blinked, slowly and gently forcing Castiel’s mind awake. Surely sleeping so much wasn’t good, even for weak beings, even for primates.

“You’re boring.”

Was Balthazar’s idea of a ‘good morning sunshine’.

[ashebreaks-a]

There’s nothing alive anymore in the river. He knows that. Probably hasn’t been anything for a while. But it didn’t matter -- - Dean was here to enjoy the quiet of it all; its grey and gentle scenery. He liked to pretend he was fishing. Besides, he was more or less trying to keep Cas company while he tended to his plants.  “You doin’ alright back there?”

[kennamusic]

#TheDyingEmbers By Colin Kennaugh www.facebook.com/colinkennaughphotography (at St Giles Hilltop)

[inkchester]

@thedyingembers

☽ - these streets are familiar.

he’s been here before and he - r e m e m b e r s. how could he not? those messages that slipped through a dream, spilled into his consciousness.  

--------------------perhaps changed his future.  his path.

it’s been almost two years. and sam is a rather different person than the one who last walked these broken roads.  he stands taller, less hunched, and with a purpose about him that was maybe not present before.

he’s - bigger - in presence.  less the skinny ‘boy’ who was here before. and he wonders, if the other is here.

the ragged man in the trenchcoat.  the one who claimed to be his friend. he wonders if there may have been a change - echoes reaching through time to shift the worse to the better.

to change anything at all.

he’d hoped never to see this place again.

“cas?”

“castiel?  i know what you are.  who you are. are you here?”

[shatteredsavior-blog]

@thedyingembers

“Here.”

Sam grinned, gently nudging Cas’s shoulder as he sat down beside him, handing over a freshly steaming bowl of soup.

“You look like you could use something warm to eat.”

[jatamansi-arc]

@thedyingembers: none dollars. You get none dollars and a sense of smug superiority when people talk about kind deeds lol.

[thefootstepsimfollowing]

Have you ever considered that snakes are tails with faces- because honestly- I'm not sure who was in charge but that just seems lazy doesn't it?

how drunk can you get my muse? send me “have you ever”s and for every one my muse has done, they’ll take a drink.Status: Hella accepting.

He doesn’t drink.

“Are you sure you got enough sleep in your bones, Cas?”

[ashebreaks-a]

"Happy Birthday--"

“ Huh. You remembered. “while a part of him isn’t all that surprised, there’s still a teeny, tiny part of him, that is. green eyes looking up at an endless sea of grey and despair. it was a different world here, and he’d figured time just wasn’t a thing anymore. minutes blended into hours, blended into days, blended into weeks, months, years…Dean grins. Of course, he could always count on Cas to make things just a little bit brighter. No matter how small. “Thanks.”

[samsxcola]

thedyingembers replied to your post “General Gasp”

//WELCOME BACK -confetti-

[greenpoolsofsex-moved]

And Beyond - CLOSED RP with thedyingembers

Arianrhod. Goddess of douchebaggery, as far as Dean cared. Pagan Goddess, should have been simple enough. But no, he'd steaked her ass just as her spell completed and Dean ended up knocked back so hard he'd blacked out.

What he'd woken to was a headache, a bruised back, and a forest. His brow furrowed. They'd been in a museum, how the fuck did he end up here? "Sam?" he called out, looking around. No Sam in sight. He groaned and got to his feet.

"Alright, where the hell am I supposed to be?" he grumbled. He pulled out his cell. No signal. He cursed, stuffing it back in his pocket. Of course. He set to walking around. Maybe he'd find something...

"SAM!!" Dean called out loudly, keeping his eyes open. After a few hours, he came upon some kind of run down shack. His eyes narrowed and he pulled out a gun, just in case. "Okay, creepy shack in the middle of mystery forest number seven... Nothin' suspicious about that," he mumbled to himself, moving cautiously to it.