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“my best friend, actually.” the words rolled off her tongue, leaving a bitter aftertaste. yet the harshness was not aimed at the figure before her. “i’m not one to advocate for murder, but i’d make an exception and look the other way if someone were to put him down for good.”

“Seems the Joker’s at it again, huh? Must be hell for all the people who were affected. You know anyone who got caught up in the blast?” Ela took a sip from her glass, looking over the rim at the person sitting across from her.

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Rest In Peace Allison Argent {March 17th, 2014} “We protect those who can’t protect themselves.”

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@chawke

dark hues soften in relief at the sight of a familiar face ‘ thank god, you’re alright.’ the words fall from her lips in the form of a  breath she wasn’t aware she had been holding. ARTEMIS cloaked in black leather had been one of the first responders ( before she herself had to be taken away ) and she had seen first hand the damage this catastrophe had caused. the thought of her brother lying cold and mangled along with the other bodies had left a sickening feeling in her gut ---- she already had one person close to her heart injured in the explosions, she wasn’t sure she could handle a second. ‘ i was getting so worried --- i wasn’t sure if you were there. ’

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a loud click of the dull eggshell door as she carefully pushes it closed makes rowan flinch ----  it wouldn’t be too long before they noticed the illusive artemis had escaped her room && came looking for her, but the sight of her best friend laying on cheap linen sheets draws her bedside. ‘ BETH ---- i’m so sorry. i should have BEEN THERE for you. ’ her voice was hushed, barely bellow a whisper. the threat of being caught kept every fiber of her being on edge, but it was a risk she was willing to make ---- after all, she felt party responsible. ‘ i should have done something. ’  she reaches to take a dainty palm into her own, softly squeezing in a show of comfort.

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CONTACT NAME:

less awesome spawn of oliver queen

RINGTONE:

hey brother - avicii

LAST TEXT SENT:

I miss you, idiot. Let’s get together soon.

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CONTACT NAME: 

beth dimitrov

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boss - fifth harmony

LAST TEXT SENT:

I know it’s kind of last minute, but I need takeout and the cheesiest movie we can find asap. Level ten emergency.

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cell phone headcanons

send me ”#” for cell phone headcanons about our muses including:                              - what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone                              - what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone                              - what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone                              - my muse’s last text to your muse

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                        CHARACTER AESTHETICS: 001/?

                   MORPHINE + ARTEMIS      →    BRANDON DIMITROV + ROWAN QUEEN

he’s got battlefields in his bones; his smiles are made of thunder – blinding, booming, brilliant. son of a king, king of the wars, war of a world, world on his heart she’s got battlefields in her mind; strategy maps unfolding on her skin the way other girls have stars and seas. crown on her head, head full of wars, wars for the wise, wise till the end. ares looks up and an empire falls –  castles bleeding out; soldier hearts blood-soaked and beat-beat-beating to the rhythm of the wardrums as they pound out a story of death. athena looks up and a castle rises – empires forged anew from victory born out of hard truths and true lies; soldiers clutching olive branches and white flags rising with the sun. war and wisdom; peace and life; press your humming pulse to mine; war stories are written by the victors. ---- bloodshed beauty | m.j.

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“ i suggest we add thai to the running. ” blue eyes that survived the permanent darkness that seemed to fall over gotham brighten at the thought. with each day came a new trial, pushing just how far one will go to keep their conscience without taint and their souls in tact. but this, the simplicity that came with nights spent alongside her girls, made it a little more bearable. gold nails flicked open a bag of matching hue, pulling out a crumpled menu and placing it atop the others. “ a little variety never hurt. “

“WELL, why don’t we just order all three?” a jovial  smile once second nature, now forced upon rose tainted lips. her hand slips swiftly into her boot and back out revealing a glossy metallic card ( courtesy of QUEEN INDUSTRIES ) held firmly in an archers clutch. “i think we all need a night to eat our feelings ---- BESIDES,” she waggles it next to her face with a look that says, no arguing. “i’m buying.”

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“i told you, connor ---- i fell. i must have landed on it wrong or something.” chocolate hues winced as she moved her hand slightly, and her free one grasped on to the chair beneath her. it wasn’t exactly a lie, she did fall, but choosing to leave out the fact that it was off of a small building after a particularly nasty encounter with one of gotham’s many low life thieves, seemed like the wiser thing to do. “honestly though, i’m fine, it’s not like it was my shooting hand."

“What did you say happened again?” Connor was medically trained, so it wasn’t out of the ordinary for him to be helping someone with injury or illness. He helped said individual into a seated position and began trying to examine the wound “You’re going to have to work with me or I can’t help you.”

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i can be your daddy

“SORRY —- but i don’t think it works like that.’

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Lock me up for good, Right here in your arms. You vandalize my neighborhood, with your piercing eyes and devilish charm.

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“oh my god, i’m so sorry -----” the rest caught in her throat, along with her breath, by a mahogany gaze flickering upwards. && if in that moment her ribs were a cage, her heart would be the songbird ---- wings fluttering wildly && madly against a prison of TWISTED BONE that hid beneath pale skin, now quickly flushed scarlet. “in my defense i wasn’t running, i was walking quickly --- there’s a difference. besides, i think the term you were looking for was, no TALKING in the library. ” the heat of bodies pressed up against each other, one hand on his chest to steady herself && the other delicately resting on his arm, was now forefront in her mind. a quick step back && she gave an apologetic smile. “brandon, right? YOU KNOW --- if i remember the story correctly, cinderella would have been MARRIED to prince charming by now --- looks like he never found my glass slipper, what a shame.”

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the SILENCE that crept through the cracks of decaying books and the old oak carved to be bookshelves left brandon a feeling of EASE – like a boat docked at bay, with the gentle waves and the scent of salt in the air. the same could be said for the raven-haired icarus. libraries were like a HOME for him – he’d never had one. his nomadic soul plucked him from foster home to foster home, rendering them his sole place of sanity. the quiet and the wonders of words drew him in, and he found himself there fairly often. his dark boots clicked against the marble flooring of gotham’s own, hazel orbs dancing across the countless novels —— when a more delicate frame collided with his own. eyes glided downward, meeting familiar chocolate brown hues. ‘ we’ve gotta stop meeting like this —- ’ a smirk is swift to grow on his lips. ‘ haven’t you ever heard no running in the library? ’

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ash & rae’s angsty plot playlists: 1/7 ( rip me ) BRANDON DIMITROV + ROWAN QUEEN

from the first time their eyes met until until the last

 ► press play.

001. everything has changed - taylor swift || 002. lucky ones - lana del rey || 003. please don’t say you love me - gabrielle aplin || 004. david lambert - outlaws || 005. parachute - ingrid michaelson || 006. boats and birds - gregory and the hawk  || 007. i know places - jemma johnson || 008. iris - hannah trigwell || 009. certain things - james arthur || 010. I found - amber run || 011. hurts like hell - fleurie || 012. all i want - ellie goulding

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A R T E M I S     goddess of the hunt, wild animals, wilderness, childbirth and virginity