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“I used to think about your life in New York. I kept track of the time difference so I knew when you were awake, and when you were asleep.” - Disobedience

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“I’ll consider kissing you if you can beat me.”

MEME; @onyxclaw

             SHORT  BREATHS  ARE  HOT  OUT  OF  HER  MOUTH,  leaking  like  smoke  into  the  chilly  room,  she’s  not  that  amused  with  his  victory    —    even  if  all  is  done  in  good  spirits.      angry  hand  brushes  past  her  clothing  to  ‘  get  rid  of  the  dust  ’  from  having  been  rolled  and  tossed  around  like  a  ball  of  dough.      satana  scoffs  !    ——   he  wants  to  be  beaten,  and  that  he  shall  be.      she  straightens  her  posture,  a  few  steps  are  taken  towards  the  soon-to-be-victim,  vertebrae  crack  as  she  tilts  her  head  and  !   ——

            a  tail  shoots  out  (  strong  muscle,  a  snake-like  appendage  she  keeps  in  non  existence  at  all  other  times  ),  wraps  up  his  ankle  and  pulls,  drags  (  !!!  )  him  on  the  ground  with  force,  and  towards  her.      a  bare  foot  presses  on  his  chest,  toes  close  to  cassian’s  throat;      such  a  power  move,  but  unlike  moments  ago  she  appears  to  be  beaming  with  pride  and  satisfaction.      ❛  gotcha,  lizard-boy.  ❜

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What’s Your Muse’s Hogwarts House Percentages?  You Are 34% Ravenclaw, 27% Slytherin, 26% Gryffindor, and 13% Hufflepuff!

You are a Ravenclaw through and through, but your ruthless ambition means you may also fit well in Slytherin. Knowledge is incredibly important to you, and you love nothing more than learning new things, but your love of learning is undeniably motivated by your determination for success. Unlike some of your fellow Ravenclaws, you often avoid any task that requires teamwork, preferring to work alone. Your slight compatibility with Gryffindor house hints at an underlying desire for adventure that may manifest itself in a love of travel or trying new things.

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aetosdios‌.

Once, not so very long ago, she would have been bitten for asking — a gnashing of teeth, a flash of sharp words. She can still see the impulse hot behind her eyes, striking like flint but not quite catching fire. Satana is always burning; Diana feels her proximity on the surface of her skin the same way she senses heat. A quieter flame now than the one that had roared white-hot upon their meeting. She’s more than hellfire; Diana’s seen her embody the lively sparkler, the crackling hearth, the glowing embers. 

Her voice is soft around the answer. Honesty burns through the air between them. Where is her fire now? It’s shrinking; a single matchstick buffeted by the unkind breath of the Truth.

❛ But it is there, Satana. ❜  Diana wants to argue with her, but not with words. Words are clumsy, designed to fit men’s tongues, and they are not men. She takes hold of her hand, and laces their fingers. Her answer is a kiss pressed softly to the corner of her lips.  ❛ Here. ❜

             DIANA’S  SO  GENTLE  !      AND  SOFT,  as  if  everything  she  now  does  is  an  apology  for  something  a  touch  more  invasive  satana  preferred  to  ignore  from  moths  ago.      she  has  no  interest  in  seeing  her  heart  gutted  by  a  golden  snake,  insides  of  those  truths  she  hid  dropped  right  there  on  the  floor.      so  yes,  the  amazon’s  much  more  careful  this  time  with  how  she  goes  around  their  interaction  and  she  can  see  it.      the  contrast  stark  enough  to  notice  without  giving  more  effort,  the  gesture  of  her  hand,  lips  brushing  past,  asks  for  attention  in  itself.      

            head  turns  for  deep  ebonies  to  grasp  the  feeling;      she  doesn’t  mind  the  closeness,  she’s  teaching  herself  to  accept  it  when  placed  like  an  offering  —  without  force,  and  as  a  choice  to  make.      ❛  i  think  you’re  the  only  one  left  believing  that.  ❜        but,  her  mouth  twitches  into  a  shadow  of  a  smile.      ❛  always  the  optimist.  ❜

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“ Do I look like the kind of person who dies? ” (dramatic ass bitch)

MEME ; accepting

just  to  make  a  spectacle  out  of  it,  a  large  rock  is  placed  on  a  counter  and  her  palm  smashes  it  into  dust  !      hilarious  as  it  might  be  to  her,  to  taunt  something  so  ancient  and  all  too  powerful,  she  holds  her  expression  semi-serious,  with  eyes  glued  only  to  his  figure.      he  has  made  it  clear  that  he  cannot  die,  over  and  over  again,  and  that  was  one  of  the  main  reasons  why  he  wouldn’t  get  out  of  her  space.      the  other  being,  of  course,  his  desperate  (  and  ‘  hidden  ’  )  need  for  a  friendship  with  a  creature  as  condemned  to  a  never  ending  existence  as  he  was.      not  that  she…      tried  to  chase  him  away  either.      a  finger  is  pointed  right  at  him,  eyebrows  raised.      ❛  don’t  sass  me,  hugh—ass.  ❜

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“ Bold of you to assume I still have a soul. ”

MEME ; accepting

❛  bold  of  you  to  assume  you  know  better.  ❜      she  doesn’t  lift  her  gaze  from  yellowed  pages  burdened  with  age  and  fingers  pressed  in  too  harshly  time  and  time  again.      her  attention  is  not  exactly  divided,  more  like  splattered  here  and  there,  with  the  most  of  it  being  set  on  the  scripture  her  eyes  are  scanning.      rayna’s  merely  being  dramatic,  she’s  sure  of  that;      she’s  heard  many  people,  humans  especially,  talk  about  how  they  ‘ must  not  have  their  soul  anymore ’,  but  none  of  that  was  true.      she  knew.      she  could  see,  feel  it,  taste  it  in  the  air  around  them.       even  immortals,  in  a  way,  were  mortal.      they  still  breathed,  and  still  ached  for  air  if  that  was  stopped.     some  of  them  slept,  ate,  bled.     rayna  should  have  been  grateful  for  the  possibility  of  death  instead  of  denying  it;     she  should  be  overjoyed  that  she  had  a  mortal  soul  within  that  hadn’t  yet  been  touched  by  hellfire.      despite  what  she  might  have  thought  of  herself,  it  wasn’t  tainted,  there  was  no  devil’s  mark  on  her    ——    not  yet.      satana  looked,  subtly,  not  wanting  to  awaken  suspicion:      if  one  appeared,  it’d  be  only  a  matter  of  time  till  she  became  another  sacrifice,  turned  into  ashes  at  her  feet.     

it  takes  a  few  minutes  for  her  to  pinch  herself  mentally  for  sounding  a  little  too  gruff,  and  two  ebonies  go  up  if  only  to  meet  a  side  of  her.     ❛  you’re  still  alive——  aren’t  you  ?  ❜

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“ Can you feel your heart burning? ”

MEME ; accepting.

like  a  beaming  charcoal  inside  of  her  flesh  and  bone  built  chest,  surpassing  even  the  heat  that  pulsed  off  of  her  skin;      it  was  burning  up,  already  dark  and  dead  at  the  edges,  and  she  felt  that,  too.      satana  knew  what  it  meant  for  her:      her  soul  was  directly  connected  to  that  fire  within.      for  as  long  as  it  burns,  she  will  bare  her  teeth,  and  diana  thinks  she  has  hope  within  her.      for  as  long  as  it  burns.      but  the  second  it  stops,  the  second  it  becomes  a  cold,  hard  piece  of  nothing  (  she  won’t  admit,  but  she’s  waiting  for  that    —    her  whole  body  feels  an  urge  to  suffocate  it  so  it’d  happen  faster  ),  the  fight  is  over.      she  doesn’t  mind.      but  her  companion  on  the  left  seems  to  be  awfully  invested  in  proving  that  she’s  not  just  a  hell’s  toy  to  throw  around,  that  the  mortal  soul  inside  of  her  is  worth  caring  for.      she’s  honest  with  her  next  words,  for  lies  have  no  place  in  between  the  two  of  them  (  she  has  that  damned  whip  !  ).      ❛  less  and  less  each  day.  ❜  

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Iconic Lines From Modern Media That Are Raw As Fuck

“ Bold of you to assume I still have a soul. ”

“ I am a monument to all your sins. “

“ I’ll do whatever you want. ”

“ Then perish. ”

“ Violence for violence is the rule of beasts. ”

“ To become god is the loneliest achievement of all. ”

“ I survived because the fire inside me burned brighter than the fire around me. ”

“ If the world chooses to become my enemy, I will fight like I always have. ”

“ I will face god and walk backwards into hell. ”

“ Everything that we know and love is reducible to the absurd acts of chemicals. ”

“ There is therefore no intrinsic value in this material universe. ”

“ All knowledge is ultimately based on that which we cannot prove. ”

“ Will you fight? Or will you perish like a dog? ”

“ Do you think God stays in heaven because he too, lives in fear of what he created? ”

“ Tell me the name of God. ”

“ Can you feel your heart burning? ”

“ Can you feel the struggle within? ”

“ The fear within me in beyond anything your soul can make. ”

“ You cannot kill me in any way that matters. ”

“ You kneel before my throne unaware that it was born of lies. ”

“ Violence in an art. Your body, the Louvre. ”

“ Even the godless end up worshiping something. ”

“ God wishes he were me. ”

“ One day, you will be face to face with whatever saw fit to let you exist in the universe, and you will have to justify the space you’ve filled. ”

“ Take this gift, for the gods surely won’t. ”

“ Impudent of you to assume I will meet a mortal end. ”

“ This is hell’s territory and I am beholden to no gods. ”

“ Bury me shallow, I’ll be back. ”

“ There are no gods here. ”

“ Do I look like the kind of person who dies? ”

“ God’s dead and soon we will be too. ”

“ I thought there were no heroes left in this world. ”

“ I’ve been through hell and came out singing. ”

“ Pick a god and pray. ”

“ Too many people have opinions of things they know nothing about. ”

“ Too many people have opinions of things they know nothing about. The more ignorant they are, the more opinions they have. ”

“ The more ignorant they are, the more opinions they have. ”

“ What is better? To be born good, or to overcome your evil nature through great effort? ”

“ Bold of you to assume I can die. “

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               TAKING   BACK   THE   CROWN.

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training turned tension starters

Or more specifically, “two characters who have been sparring or in combat training together and almost kiss at the end of their practice fight”. As requested ! Feel free to make any changes.

“Is that the best you can do?”

“I won’t go easy on you.” / “I’ll go easy on you.” / “Quit going easy on me.”

“Hit me with your best shot.”

“You need to do better if you want to meet your goal.”

“I’ve been wanting to kick your ass all week.”

“Is this necessary?”

“Try again.”

“You’re pissing me off.” / “If you’re mad, why don’t you use your anger? Beat me at least once.”

“Here, let me show you how.”

“Woah! [falls on top of __]” 

“Nice moves.”

“[pins __ to floor]” / “[pins __ to wall]”

“You’re…really close right now.”

“G–get off of me.”

“You’re heavy.” / “You’re crushing me.”

“Sorry–are you okay?”

“You’re really red right now.”

“…Do we always end up on top of each other?”

“Are you still panting?”

“I told you, it was an accident.”

“…Why don’t you just kiss me?”

“I’ll consider kissing you if you can beat me.”

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Moon Phase Skull Print by WolvenWitch

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‘did you see a guy run through here…in a bathrobe…with a coconut?’

MEME ; accepting 

         her  lips  part,  but  there’s  no  sound  coming  out  of  them.      she  just  breathes  in,  out,  closes  her  mouth,  gaze  sliding  through  the  area  behind  rayna,  jumping  on  her  face  for  brief  moments  in  between;      confusion  is  written  all  over  her  as  she’s  trying  to  find  the  proper  words  to  express  herself.        ❛  ...and  here  i  thought  i  was  the  weird  one.  ❜      a  whisper  under  her  nose  (  it  wasn’t  the  oddest  thing  she’s  ever  heard  of,  hell  was  full  of  eccentric  individuals,  and  partly,  that’s  why  she  enjoyed  staying  there  sometimes  ),  fingers  don’t  move  from  her  book,  and  she’s  not  entirely  convinced  this  man  is  worth  her  full  attention.        ❛  a  coconut  ?      huh.  ❜