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Send me 🗣️ for incorrect quotes of your muse and mine // @luposcainus

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@elenaloveablekotsala​​   ( leo )   :      🎤      ⏤     MEME  :   still  accepting  .

      ❝  i’m  sorry  for  the  way  i  hurt  you.  and  makin’  you  walk  away  …  ❞          stay  /  f.lorida  georgia  line

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Send me 🗣️ for incorrect quotes of your muse and mine // @untwined

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[drunk text] Omf g you need to get over here now I think I’m dyin

@gunchamber    ⏤    MEME :   still  accepting  .

(   SMS   »   KRISSY   )   : i warned you not to mix drinks and try and keep up with me ...... (   SMS   »   KRISSY   )   : but don't worry, i'm just grabbing some shit to cook for you, and then i'll be over (   SMS   »   KRISSY   )   : but don't think the i told you so ends here !!

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6"5 for the height meme :))))

━━    . .｡. * ❀:* 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄: send me your muse's height && I will compare it to my own muse's !

                        payne vc: 'mutters under her breathe about tall werewolves and needing to loose kneecaps'

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Send me 🗣️ for incorrect quotes of your muse and mine // @calcifydamage

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🕯KINK⛓: being called brave

Send my muse a 🕯KINK⛓ and they’ll rate it!

scale: not today satan | fuck no | no thanks | eeeh | not sure | I’d give it a shot | sure why not | omfg yes | there go my pants | holy fuck take me now

                        a growl builds in her throat, ❝ i'm not brave … ❞

                        ( in reality she has a praise kink, and yes calling her brave would play into it. she just sees herself as not enough, hence denying it. )

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@inkfng  :    “ ❝ Will you tell me how it happened.  ❞  ”    ⏤    MEME :   still  accepting  .

                 she had a high pain tolerance, and could withstand more than most. it came from having been tortured in hell, after that, there wasn't much that anyone could do to her. if she didn't break then, she sure as hell wasn't going to break now. but that didn't mean it didn't smart a little, her injured flesh fighting to stitch itself back together, as she shrugs off the poison that had been laced in the steel. it was the perfect weapon, to kill off the daughter of a knight of hell. use his blood as poison. ❝   fuck  …  ❞ she whispers as she stumbles forward. tattooed fingers smearing blood on the wall beside her, like some twisted road map to her destination. she wasn't going to reach it. of that she was sure. ─── the feeling of wanting to pass out was too close to the surface. taunting her, pushing her ever closer to that edge that was drawing near. but she would fight, for as long as she could.

                 soon she senses him, and it has her eyes drawing together as hazel eyes drink in his frame. and for a moment she's sure she's imagining things. wouldn't be the first time her mind cooks up something to torment her. ❝   how do you keep finding me  …  ❞ or was it her that had found kerr. drawn like a moth to a twisted flame. she isn't even sure, as everything begins to blur together like a twisted melody. her vision swimming as the floor looks closer than it should be. too close ─── his words snap her back to reality and she tries to straighten up, as she levels him with a look. her bloodied hand the only thing keeping her upright, a deep breathe drawn in through her throat as she shakily exhales. ❝  a disagreement with my fathers men. they lost though, and i am left with this  …  ❞ in any other circumstance she wouldn't have said a word, would have snapped with her usual sarcasm. but her body ached. and her blood was behind her, so she decides to drop it for once. to be vulnerable for a moment. even if it could bite her in the ass.

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🔥 :D

Send “🔥?” and my muse will admit whether they find your muse attractive or not.

                 ❝   definitely hot, very much so darling …  ❞ which is probably the highest compliment she'd ever paid to a hunter. go her

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@protectivehearts   :    Ѡ    ⏤     MEME  :   still  accepting  .    

 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐓  𝐈𝐃      —      THE  HONOURABLE ONE   !         msg   –   sent :   erm well then  .....  ??         msg   –   sent :   this is a surprise  ...         msg   –   sent :   gotta say though they are very tasteful. and very you  .. msg   –   sent :   makes me wanna view it in person though.         msg   –   sent :   just so you know  !!.

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@razorfst   :    6 ' 4    ⏤     MEME  :   still  accepting  .    

      a deep sigh flutters off her lips ,    ❝  taking your kneecaps is still an option handsome. remember that  …  ❞          she  drawls.

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“ you’ll see me in any man you touch, and when his fingers trace your body, you’ll close your eyes, wishing it was me… “

@formerlyrighteous   ⏤    MEME :   still  accepting  .

                        it was a mistake, to be here in person. she should have called him, or hell sent a text. not stood in front of him, attempting to cut off their strange connection. their strange relationship. as she had all the confidence in the world to utter the words, to remind him of their positions. him as a hunter, and her as a demon. something he should hunt, something he should kill. not fuck. not keep calling when he craved release ─── and yet now, her back was heavy against the wall. as his frame crowded her from the front. causing her senses to drag in deep inhales of his scent and his very heat. electricity burning through her very body at how close he was. fingers twitching to reach out and tangle them in the black fabric of his shirt. but instead she pins them behind her. refusing her own needs and wants.

                        his voice, wrapping around those words, as he punctuates each one with a tap of his fingers on the wall next to her. has her eyes closing, as she pictures the very thing he's speaking off. it's easy to do, her photographic memory able to recall every steamy night so far. yet she fights the shiver along her frame and looks at him. hoping her desire doesn't show in her eyes, that they were as nonchalant as she was trying to appear. at least externally ❝ maybe so, but we're done .....  ❞   she didn't even believe her own words. but she needed him to listen to her. to believe her. that it was over.

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@formerlyrighteous   :    “  👥  ”    ⏤    MEME :   still  accepting  .

ONE.

dean was never meant to be someone she cared about. he was meant to be a fling, or just a friend. but slowly but surely he became someone she truly card for and she isn't sure when he snuck up on her.

TWO.

the first time she tells dean she loves him, is after a fight with her brother. she thought she'd lose him, and it prompted her to finally reveal the truth she'd hidden for so damn long. and she doesn't even care if he doesn't say it back.

THREE.

payne does not involve dean in the plans she has for killing her brother. as she knows she could die during it. and doesn't want to force dean to have to lose her knowing she won't back down from her plans. so instead she does it alone.

FOUR.

payne has no qualms being bait, even if it means dean rips into her and lectures her for an hour. she'd rather be bait then him force an innocent to be. or in the craziest circumstances. be bait himself.

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@mythosisms  :    “ ☠  five times my muse thought about hitting yours, and the one time they did. .  ”    ⏤    MEME :   still  accepting  .

ONE

                 the first time, payne felt like hitting Cassian was the day she met him, rage was pulsing like a wild animal inside of her. blood sticking to her fingers like a second skin as she stared down at the dead body at her feet with wild eyes. he had appeared like some twisted angel, grinning from ear to ear and relishing in her situation. she could have handled that, blinked and ignored him, but of course he had to open her mouth. proving her thoughts right, that the hot ones were assholes. and the urge to hit him had grown more and more with every second spent in his presence. her tattooed fingers itching with the urge to deliver the hit, the one she kept threatening to do. but she resisted, how she didn't know, and honestly she should pat herself on the back for such restraint. and when she finally walked away from him, stopping him from getting under her skin, she found regret pulsing deep in her veins. as oh his smug smile was haunting behind her eyes, taunting her. and she regrets not punching it off his face.

TWO

                 the second time, she isn't sure how he finds her. but once more he saunters out of the shadows, taunting her, calling her 'little demon'. and payne has to trap a deep growl in the crevices of her chest. there was no blood on her hands this time, yet she could feel the rage inside of her almost growing in proportion. and knew he was messing with her [ enjoying what he could do like it's a game ]. and she swears in a multitude of languages, with an intensity that would have made her deceased catholic raised mother blush. her hazel eyes watching him, as images bloom behind her eyes of how many ways she could make him hurt. her inner darkness calling to her, taunting her, daring her to give in and make him hurt. make him regret what he was doing to her, that messing with her had repercussions that no one was prepared for. but she doesn't. instead she traps it all down, shuts it off till she feels nothing and returns her gaze to her drawing. the pencil moving smoothly along the canvas even as he talked. and despite not hitting him, as much as she craved it. she takes solace in the fact she won either way, simply by ignoring him.

THREE

                 the third time, found her unsurprised that he found her once more. she'd moved from the last town and had now settled deep into the city of boston once more. the apartment she owned belonging to deeks and given to her under good will, just like her old job at his club once more. and its as she's closing up, securing the fortress that deeks believed in for security when she feels the distinct feeling of being watched. and with a quick glance over her shoulder, she sees who it is. HIM. looking at her once more with that damned smug look on his face. she's ready to ignore him, to finish what she was doing and go home for some well deserved rest. but then he opens that damned mouth of his and says one name. 'Drakos'. the name of her first lover, the one who had gotten her out of hell that first time. and she finds her anger returning, a dark beast that rears in her chest and threatens to consume everything. fire erupting around her, stinging the wood of the doorway she stood in as she looked at him with dark eyes. told him to fuck off before she made him. she expected him to fight, to argue but with a smug smile and a deep wink, he left. as though he had gotten the response he wanted. and yet as she watched him. payne ached. ached with once more not slamming her fist as far as it could go into his face. a missed opportunity once more.

FOUR

                 the fourth time, its just her and deeks in the club. her friend busy in his office tallying up the nights earnings, as she sorted the bar and made a list of the needed things for the next day. and as she felt her skin bloom under someone's gaze. she knows immediately who it is and doesn't even attempt to hid the eye roll she lets out. instead she returns her focus to what she's doing. letting the pen twirl between her tattooed fingers as she barely spares him a glance. it was annoying, the way he could watch her so damn calmly without saying a single word. but what was worse, was the way she had to fight her own body, the feeling of him messing with her emotions. messing with her sin. it has a sigh leaving her lips before she looks up at him, asks why he seems to always annoy her when she's on her own. it's his response that has her wanting to hit him. the pen breaking in her hand with how hard she clenched it. that urge once more rearing its head for her to hit him. instead she vaults over the bar, stepping into his personal space and tells him to kindly go fuck a crucifix, before heading to deeks' office. the one place she knew she'd get some peace. away from her tormentor.

FIVE

                 the fifth time, she's bleeding out against a wall. around her was the dead bodies of her fathers mercenaries. they carried his symbol. the symbol of 'aamon' the knight of hell, or prince of hell depending on your literature. and as she watches his eyes trail over the dead bodies, reading the symbol she knows he now knew the bloodline she belonged too. after all she herself knew it after extensive digging, the way the whispers had spread over 30 years ago in hell that aamon had succeeded in fathering two half demons. and anyone wit a brain cell could put the pieces together and realise Payne was one of those. she waits, waits for his condemnation. but she should have known by now. he wasn't that type. oh no instead he takes the opportunity to tease her. the taunt 'princess' dripping from his lips like the most toxic poison. and she can feel the urge to hit him. but she can't. she was injured and her healing was moving far slower than it should. and as she opens her mouth to speak, she feels the darkness encroaching, her tongue turning to led in her mouth before she finally gives in. and when she wakes, she's healed and he is gone. if it wasn't for the new scar on her stomach she'd have thought it was a dream, but it isn't. she can still hear the taunting way he'd called her princess. but he was gone. as is the opportunity to hit him. and it only adds to the regret. one day she'd do it, and finally savour in the victory of shutting him up. finally.

THE TIME SHE FINALLY HITS HIM.

                 she'd one again moved, having to escape the fact her fathers agents had found her. and this time she was in some bumfuck town that she couldn't even remember. her hands busy stacking the shelves of the one bar in town, as the moon moved steadily across the sky, signalling how late it was. and then comes that feeling. the feeling of him behind her once more. lowering the glass in her hand, she drags in a deep breathe before moving, using every inch of her speed to turn and run at hi. her fist clenching, and soon hitting him square in the face. the sound of the impact like the sweetest music she ever heard. and due to the force to which she hit him, he crashes to the floor. her hazel eyes shining with amusement as sh looks down at him, the ache in her hand like the sweetest release she'd ever felt. months and months of pent up anger towards him finally allowed to breathe and roam in one hit. and with a taunting smirk on her face, she allows one sentence to fall from her lips. ❝  did you miss me asshole?.  ❞ and with a parting wink, so reminiscent of him. she turns and walks out the bar. finally feeling happy. finally feeling like herself once more.

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@theasteria   :    “  👥  ”    ⏤    MEME :   still  accepting  .

ONE.

despite meeting in a art class, the two found they share a love of cooking. and came up with a deal that three days a week they'd have dinner together, no arguments. with astra cooking one day, payne the next. and the third they'd cook together.

TWO.

after astra reveals her gift, payne quite literally decides, singlehandedly to help astra get control of it. as she knew what it was like to be controlled by a gift. and didn't want astra feeling like that. which means payne becomes willing, to let astra see her history. even if she knows her history hurts. she just wants to help her friend.

THREE.

For astra's birthday, payne will scour the ends of the earth to get her friend the rarest books. even if it costs a lot of money, she will get it for her friend. as a symbol of how much astra means to her.

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@formerlyrighteous   :    𝑲𝑰𝑺𝑺  ﹠ ᵀᴱᴸᴸ    ⏤     MEME  :   still  accepting  .

      he was on a tandem, which for dean was nothing new. payne had sat through many of them. normally with a drink in her hand so she at least had something to distract her. but it wasn't meant to be this time. instead all she could do was pick at the motel blanket she's sitting on. as he paces before her. he was nowhere near finished, only just getting his second wind. it was tiresome. watching him and yet she had no other option. he was between her and the door. and no doubt he'd stop her. continue to lecture her on her idiocy for going after her brother. alone.

      slipping off the bed she walks over to him with determination. eyeing him momentarily, she times herself just right. as he stops in front of her once more she grabs his face, pressing her lips heavily to his. it was the only tactic she knew to shut him up.    ❝  are you going to shut up now  …  ❞          she  drawls amused.  

prompt : kiss them to shut them up ...