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just want to yap about all our characters ❤️
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𝜗𝜚 ⠀𝗕𝗬 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗖𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗢𝗙 𝗠𝗬 𝗧𝗛𝗨𝗠𝗕 ﹔ various sentence starters ( platonic/romantic/antagonistic/etc ) from JEKYLL AND HYDE: THE MUSICAL ( 1990 ) . please , like or reblog if you plan on using . don’t claim as your own . content warning : tw murder, violence, religion .
in each of us there are two natures.
he's beyond help.
he stil has a soul - as pure and good as yours or mine.
madness is the cruelest of all prisons.
there must be a way to help him.
my theories convince me there is a better solution.
use your gifts wisely.
once there was morning, now endless night.
if I could reach you I'd guide you and teach you to walk from the darkness back into the light.
please try to hear me.
I'll never desert you - I promise you this till the day that I die.
I need to know the nature of the demons that possess man's soul
why does he revel in murder and madness?
I need to find a way to get inside.
I need to try to separate the good and evil - if I can.
give me courage to go where no angel will go.
there's a face that he hide till the nighttime appears.
man's a master of deceit.
what is his sinister secret?
if we could extract all of the evil from each of us think of the world we could create!
what makes you think you have the right to play god?
my fate is yours to choose.
I did try to warn you.
you should exercise greater caution.
you have come this far, remember what you have at stake.
comments on style, madam, should never be made by those who have none.
you'll get what you want in the end, you always do.
the only thing to fear is the unknown.
we knew there'd be a price to pay.
look in my eyes - who do you see there?
love is the only danger.
we'll make our one dream come true.
you know who I am...take me as I am.
give me you hand - give me your heart.
swear to me we'll never part!
goodnight, my angel.
goodnight, my devil.
if we want our love to grow, we musn't be afraid of letting go.
you are playing a very dangerous game.
a little touch of sin - why wait another minute?
why should tonight be different?
here's to the night!
if you only knew the games we could play.
you're not up to the chase.
you have got a lot to lose ... think of the consequences.
for all these years, I've faced the world alone.
I have started this alone ... and I must finish it alone.
I have a thirst that I cannot deprive.
tonight I'll take from all mankind, conquer all the gods.
I see the pain in your eyes.
have I become my work and nothing more?
what kind of monster would do such a thing?
I am in love with the things that I see.
if someone like you found someone like me then suddenly, nothing would ever be the same.
I'd feel so alive if someone like you loved me.
it warms my heart to know that romance still blossoms.
how dare you speak to me like that?
you don't seem like yourself.
I've been better, name ... I've been better.
I did everything I could to save the others.
I am dangerous. more dangerous than any wild animal stalking its prey ...
my love, what's happened to you?
I must be left alone to finish what I've started.
yu never promised me the journey would be easy - only that we would take it together.
you were heaven-sent to me, was it never meant to be?
don't abandon me now, name.
if you need me you know where I'll be.
did you really think that I would ever let you go?
do you think I'd ever set you free?
you will never get away from me!
this is not a dream, my friend, and it will never end!
no matter what you may pretend.
I'll rejoice as you breathe your final breath.
there's a beast at the door, and he's wild and free.
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@cowled said: ❛ i woke up and the first thing i wanted was you . ❜
Bruce moves her heart, even if he does not persuade the melancholy to abandon her face entirely. She never wonders if he means what he says, truly. The only one she has known him to lie to is himself. Alas, the other truth about Bruce is that he is a man who carries many truths, a man who exists in multitudes. So, she believes him when he says he wanted her upon his awakening, and she also believed him when he said he no longer wished to see her. Now, she stares at him, eyes blinking at expected intervals, though inside her chest, warmth spreads.
It takes her awhile to find her voice. For a moment, she can imagine him, lost in the sheets of his bed, searching for her body that has not been beside his in weeks. She nods, as though to confirm the visual. ❛ And did that desire end like all your others? ❜ asks the lover. ❛ With you denying yourself what you want? ❜
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Diana watches Maeve with her eyes alight with curiosity. It is her mouth that shows the weariness she feels, too, with how it droops into an expression akin to a frown. All of it fails to express her admiration for Maeve, which runs as deeply as the ocean, and is just as unexplored.
Diana's fingertips graze the mouth of her own wine glass, but this is not what she wishes she was cradling. ❛ Has money given you everything, Maeve? ❜ She asks in that special way of hers, one that is defined by warmth rather than judgement. She asks, because she truly wishes to know.
❛ I cannot deny it has its benefits, ❜ the woman smiles. One truth for another? ❛ And yet, it has always made me feel so... hollow. ❜
@am4zon | starter call.
her laugh is the bitter clang of ice in a glass ( not that she's bothered ; amber spills three fingers' width under her palm ). one-handed, she shifts the drink to a shrugging toast. " ----- if you have money, you have everything. "
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Trying to stay strong, but the truth is my dog is not doing so good. He is my whole entire life, my whole heart. If he doesn't make it, I don't think I will, either. Please, if you have space to give him any prayers or good vibes or whatever you believe in, I would appreciate it immensely. There is no me without him. There is no way this ends with me still being here without him. I love him more than I love anything.
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She does not kiss him. As though doing so might halt his tears. He deserves to feel his emotions; he deserves to look upon his city, the city of his parents, and witness for himself the good he has brought upon it. But oh does Diana smile, a smile so big and so bright that it overwhelms the strength of her face. She feels her own pride for him, but also that of his mother, of Martha Wayne. The ring she wears is a tribute to a woman she will never get to meet, yet she will know her.
Through Bruce, her son, she will know Martha.
Diana's fingers reaches to caress his back, though she first shows him her hand so the motion does not startle him. Here is she, of Themyscira, and here he is, of Gotham. He understands what a home is more than she ever will. But she is learning. Because of him, she is learning. She leans against him so her voice can seek his ear, so that the rain does not distort the weight of her words. ❛ I want to give you a child. To give us a child, ❜ she confesses.
This seems like the night for dreams, after all.
@am4zon said your mother would have been proud.
would she? it's the question that's haunted him ever since the bat began: would his parents be proud of him? would they recognize their son beneath the violence, beneath the scars, beneath the slowly silvering hair and hard edges of his face? and his own doubt always answers with a resounding no. that, if thomas and martha were alive today, they would find no trace of their son in the shell of a man that he's become. he's not anything close to what they would have wanted him to become. maybe he never was.
but tonight...

tonight, looking out over the city from his perch --- its first crime-free night in almost thirty long years --- he feels a strange swell of pride in his chest. and for once, his doubt has nothing to say when he thinks of his parents; what they would see if they were here looking at him now. the bat turns back to diana, something like a smile flitting about the corners of his mouth. " i think you're right, " he whispers, as if afraid he'll shatter the illusion by saying so. " i think she would be. " when he touches his own cheek, it's wet.
it hasn't been raining.
the drowning kind. --- not accepting
#vspertilian#this pre dates their failed clay baby but#thinking of that gave me this ideas thanks <3#writing.
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❛ I have known both. ❜ It is an answer that is quick to be spoken, although gentle in its delivery. At the mention of the gods, Diana's fingers tighten into fists, as though instinct would prepare her to fight them. She cannot share in the grin worn by Wolfin, not when the topic is one that causes such heaviness to become her. Diana stares out at the landscape around them, and the wind whispers its secrets in her ear, moving her dark hair away to demand that she listen. After a moment, she shakes her head and finds a smile that verges on being false. It fades so quickly.
Diana was a girl who worshipped the gods, and now, she is a woman who perhaps resents them. If disappointment breeds resentment, that is. The truth is they have broken her heart. ❛ Wherever they come from, they are all united by a single thread. Their cruelty. ❜
@am4zon
" my mother used to say that our gods came from the earth. " it's an easy truth to imagine; mountains and valleys giving birth to all manner of strange and fantastic creatures. those same mighty beings then caring for the world as children care for an aging parent. wolfin sits on a rock, smiling at the thought, whittling an image of one such deity into a piece of wood. a three-eyed ram. a small pile of wood shavings litters the ground beneath her and she toes it idly with her boot.
there's a quick glance up at diana, the flash of a grin. then she's back to shaving down the curve of a horn. " my father's people had a different idea: that gods exist among the stars... i'm not sure which is true. "
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𝜗𝜚 ⠀𝗕𝗬 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗖𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗢𝗙 𝗠𝗬 𝗧𝗛𝗨𝗠𝗕 ﹔ various sentence starters ( platonic/romantic/antagonistic/etc ) from JEKYLL AND HYDE: THE MUSICAL ( 1990 ) . please , like or reblog if you plan on using . don’t claim as your own . content warning : tw murder, violence, religion .
in each of us there are two natures.
he's beyond help.
he stil has a soul - as pure and good as yours or mine.
madness is the cruelest of all prisons.
there must be a way to help him.
my theories convince me there is a better solution.
use your gifts wisely.
once there was morning, now endless night.
if I could reach you I'd guide you and teach you to walk from the darkness back into the light.
please try to hear me.
I'll never desert you - I promise you this till the day that I die.
I need to know the nature of the demons that possess man's soul
why does he revel in murder and madness?
I need to find a way to get inside.
I need to try to separate the good and evil - if I can.
give me courage to go where no angel will go.
there's a face that he hide till the nighttime appears.
man's a master of deceit.
what is his sinister secret?
if we could extract all of the evil from each of us think of the world we could create!
what makes you think you have the right to play god?
my fate is yours to choose.
I did try to warn you.
you should exercise greater caution.
you have come this far, remember what you have at stake.
comments on style, madam, should never be made by those who have none.
you'll get what you want in the end, you always do.
the only thing to fear is the unknown.
we knew there'd be a price to pay.
look in my eyes - who do you see there?
love is the only danger.
we'll make our one dream come true.
you know who I am...take me as I am.
give me you hand - give me your heart.
swear to me we'll never part!
goodnight, my angel.
goodnight, my devil.
if we want our love to grow, we musn't be afraid of letting go.
you are playing a very dangerous game.
a little touch of sin - why wait another minute?
why should tonight be different?
here's to the night!
if you only knew the games we could play.
you're not up to the chase.
you have got a lot to lose ... think of the consequences.
for all these years, I've faced the world alone.
I have started this alone ... and I must finish it alone.
I have a thirst that I cannot deprive.
tonight I'll take from all mankind, conquer all the gods.
I see the pain in your eyes.
have I become my work and nothing more?
what kind of monster would do such a thing?
I am in love with the things that I see.
if someone like you found someone like me then suddenly, nothing would ever be the same.
I'd feel so alive if someone like you loved me.
it warms my heart to know that romance still blossoms.
how dare you speak to me like that?
you don't seem like yourself.
I've been better, name ... I've been better.
I did everything I could to save the others.
I am dangerous. more dangerous than any wild animal stalking its prey ...
my love, what's happened to you?
I must be left alone to finish what I've started.
yu never promised me the journey would be easy - only that we would take it together.
you were heaven-sent to me, was it never meant to be?
don't abandon me now, name.
if you need me you know where I'll be.
did you really think that I would ever let you go?
do you think I'd ever set you free?
you will never get away from me!
this is not a dream, my friend, and it will never end!
no matter what you may pretend.
I'll rejoice as you breathe your final breath.
there's a beast at the door, and he's wild and free.
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She is propped up by her elbows, her rosy cheeks held within her palms. She also has something like a smile on her face. A distant cousin of amusement, if you will. All at once, she has the wisdom of a woman and the vague innocence of someone much younger, of someone who has seen too much horror. And perhaps that is what makes her a wonder: her ability to be so many things. Except a healer.
By the gods, she wishes she was that.
❛ Have you ever healed someone with a wound from a sword? ❜ Curiosity defines the question, as it so often does. She has taken life before. With her sword, with her lasso, with her hands. She wonders, would it scare him to see her like that? As a warrior?
@rbnvtch | starter call.
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𝜗𝜚 ⠀𝗕𝗬 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗖𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗢𝗙 𝗠𝗬 𝗧𝗛𝗨𝗠𝗕 ﹔ enemies to lovers sentence starters . please like or reblog if you plan on using . don’t claim as your own .
I wasn't expecting you to be you.
did we just have our first fight?
aren't you tired of all of this?
do you think you're the only one capable of getting hurt?
please, nothing frightens you.
aren't you tired of all of this?
most of all, I hate you because I think of you. often. It's disgusting, and I can't stop.
you can die slowly cut into a thousand pieces.
i could easily forgive his pride, if he had not mortified mine.
have I told you how hideous you look tonight?
if you hurt me, I wouldn't cry. I would hurt you back.
i am going to keep on defying you.
i hate you so much that sometimes I can't think of anything else.
my sweet nemesis, how glad I am that you returned.
you really are terrible, you know that? I don't even understand why the things you say make me smile.
these violent delights have violent ends.
kiss me or kill me, you can't do both.
if i cannot have your love, i will have your fury.
you can't do it. you can't kill me.
you know what the worst part was? pretending I loved you.
you are cruel even in love. i ought to hate you.
I'd spend a lifetime at the tip of your blade, and it would be worth it.
so that's why you so readily agreed. know your enemy, right?
the most worthwhile and difficult lesson is to love your enemy. they're often a reflection of you.
i'll take anything over days of silence.
you may not think I can feel, but that doesn't mean I can't see feelings in others.
you’ve changed me for the better, and even if you left me, I would still have that.
how swiftly you dismiss our love.
i am not the love you knew before.
would you fall in love with me again if you knew all I've done?
hurt more lives than I can count on my hands but all of that was to bring me back to you.
I couldn't let you sacrifice yourself for me.
I wouldn't want to marry anybody who was wicked, but I think I'd like it if he could be wicked and wouldn't.
as sick as it sounds, i loved you first.
do you think that I want to be in this position? contending with these thoughts of wanting to be nowhere except with you.
even when I didn't like you, I lusted for you. It's the most maddening, beguiling, damnable thing, but there it is.
you are the bane of my existence, and the object of all my desires.
I have never met anyone like you. It is maddening, how much you consume my very being.
all the horrors were for love.
what are you going to do to me?
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does this remain a safe space to push my kastle and mattelektra agenda....
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Today marks my 8th anniversary of writing Diana!!! EVERYBODY CHEER FOR US
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⋆。‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧。⋆ 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐦𝐞. 𝐧𝐨𝐰. (VERY USFT!!!!) 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 - send ‘reverse’ for the sender and receiver to swap. adjust wording as needed!
[ grind ] sender straddles receiver’s lap and starts grinding against them, slow and intentional
[ whisper ] sender leans in and whispers exactly what they want to do to receiver in excruciating detail
[ wristgrab ] in the middle of a heated moment, sender pins receiver’s wrists above their head
[ needy ] sender pulls receiver into their lap, desperate and breathless, kissing them like it’s not enough
[ tease ] sender drags their lips and tongue down the length of receiver’s stomach, but stops just before going lower
[ undone ] sender undresses receiver one piece of clothing at a time, dragging it out with loaded glances
[ taste ] sender drops to their knees and starts kissing up the inside of receiver’s thighs
[ lapfull ] sender drags receiver onto their lap in the middle of a conversation, their hands already wandering
[ control ] sender takes full control, guiding receiver’s hands, body, and every motion
[ tug ] sender grips receiver’s hair and yanks their head back to kiss them roughly
[ choke ] sender wraps a hand lightly around receiver’s throat while their lips are barely apart
[ lipbite ] sender bites down on receiver’s bottom lip while grinding against them
[ praise ] in the middle of it all, sender whispers praise between every movement "just like that," "you're doing so good," "don’t stop"
[ beg ] sender makes receiver beg for it
[ mouthy ] sender licks into receiver’s mouth mid-kiss, messy and aggressive
[ suck ] sender sucks a mark into receiver’s neck, possessive and without shame
[ edge ] sender brings receiver right to the brink, over and over, refusing to let them finish
[ wrecked ] sender has one goal: to leave receiver trembling and ruined beneath them
[ needy grind ] clothes still on, sender grinds against receiver until they’re both panting, desperate for more
[ between ] sender slips a hand between receiver’s thighs while whispering, “you’ve been wanting this, haven’t you?”
[ ride ] sender pushes receiver down and climbs on top, holding eye contact the entire time
[ spit ] sender leans over and lets spit drip into receiver’s mouth before kissing them hard
[ mess ] clothes scattered, sheets ruined, bodies tangled—sender and receiver didn’t hold back
[ slow ] sender draws everything out. every stroke, every breath, every motion unbearably slow
[ possessive ] sender fucks receiver like they’re trying to make sure no one else ever will
[ overstim ] sender keeps going even after receiver's already shaking from release
[ grip ] sender grabs receiver by the hips, holding them in place while taking full control
[ hot & heavy ] sender and receiver go at it somewhere they absolutely shouldn’t
[ control freak ] sender lets receiver think they're in charge… until they flip the roles mid-way
[ lips everywhere ] sender kisses every part of receiver’s body.
[ breathless ] sender doesn’t let up until receiver is clawing at their back, gasping for air
[ all night ] sender makes sure receiver doesn’t sleep... again, and again, and again
[ tongue ] sender slides their tongue along receiver’s skin, taking their time tasting every inch
[ dark corner ] they don’t make it home! sender drags receiver into a shadowed corner and gets to work
[ eye contact ] sender holds eye contact the entire time they’re going down on receiver
[ mirror ] sender takes receiver in front of the mirror so they can both watch
𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞
❝ i want to hear every sound you make. don’t hold back. ❞
❝ get on your knees—now. ❞
❝ you’re not leaving this bed until i say so. ❞
❝ look at you. all mine and dripping for it. ❞
❝ you said 'just one more time' last time, remember? ❞
❝ keep quiet, or they’ll hear. ❞
❝ is this what you wanted? me, like this, ruining you? ❞
❝ you’re shaking—already? we’ve barely started. ❞
❝ i haven’t even touched you yet, and you're already begging. ❞
❝ be good for me and spread your legs. ❞
❝ don’t you dare finish until i tell you to. ❞
❝ you’re going to be the death of me, but i’ll die happy. ❞
❝ say it. say you need me. say it louder. ❞
❝ i could do this all night. want to test me? ❞
❝ if you want more, use your words. ❞
❝ you look so pretty when you beg. ❞
❝ you’re not shy now, are you? ❞
❝ take it. like that. good. ❞
❝ tell me where you want my mouth. ❞
❝ don’t bite your lip—moan. i want to hear it. ❞
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humbled to report @ataviisms informed me i pronounce alfred wrong and have this whole time 😒
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if you would like, pls follow me over at @drmeridi4n where i continue to be unhinged in telling women's stories ty
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