#c: diana

[lluiscarrasco]

where,  — the farm, soho, downtown manhattan closed  — @dianaxmovska

Luis lived right next door to a little place called The Farm, where when awake during the day, he would spend his afternoon at. Countless emails to read over piled on his laptop, as he pondered which overly preppy coat to wear. He loved things and places with silly names, ocassionally he would call people names too, but he needed a break from the spotlight, as much as he enjoyed basking in the lights.

He hated going over blocks of fucking tiny text, the administrative part of his job was as dreadful, as being stuck in an office for eight hours every day. A low sigh escaped him, as he walked through the doors; big, bold, designer glasses covering his half-lidded eyes, the edges of a small laptop visible underneath his arm. There was only one vacant chair on a table on the far left, so he slowly made his way over; feet barely lifting from the polished wooden floor. "There used to be a coffee machine here." He had to make himself known; after all, it was just in his nature to chat up the person sitting close; dry lips rolling together slowly, as he looked around the room, "Don't tell me they've ruined my favourite place."

[futurespacess]

hellodemonzitsyagorl asked: “ this place is a fucking disaster. ” (for Diana)

"...Uh... Yeah! It's definitely that!" The spells she had in her palm were exploding out towards their enemies whenever she finally released them, and that should have been the last one. Though, if the comment was about the actual ruins they were in - well... it applied to that, as well!

Diana paused to catch her breath as the last body fell, and readjusted the violin strapped to her back. "Gods -- that was way too many!... Are you doing alright??" She cast the other a look, and stood up more properly, once she was done gasping for air.

@hellodemonzitsyagorl

[vicedmuses]

pedro straightened out his back a little bit so that he wasn't completely towering over the slut. mainly because he knew once his orgasm hit, he might have fallen on top of her. the priest moved his right hand up, hooking his thumb into diana's mouth. "hope you're ready." with that, he started to thrust his hips into her faster than before. when he felt his orgasm build up, he pushed himself forward and plugged his cock inside of her. while load after load started to pump into her pussy, the priest moved his left hand in between them to rub on her clit. he wanted her to orgasm with him.

If anything getting fucked by a priest would make Diana be even more of a slut - showing she could seduce anyone she wanted. Needy whines passed her lips as he slowed down the pace of his thrusts. Eyes locked on each other she couldn't help but grin before telling him what he wanted to hear. "I need you father," she groaned reaching to grab his holy garb as he fucked her. "Need you to cleanse my pussy with your cum. Please give me what I need," she begged as she teetered on the edge of another orgasm herself.

[snowonthebeaxh]

@sunshiinefades asked:

"I did meet some of the most insufferable people. But they also met me." from rogue

"Ah, yes I've met a fair share of those people myself." The demi god laughed. She always chose to see the brighter side of things. Believing in love and justice before all things, but embracing her shadow side was something she indulged in from time to time as well. "People can be frustrating. They can be cruel. They can be impatient, greedy and all around infuriating. On the other side of the coin though they can be funny, and compassionate. They can be loving and exciting and a pleasure to be around." Diana smiled, hoping she had helped in some small way.

[bluebelledmoon]

hello ze fandom. hands you my resume

luna fit inspired from this post!!

[cvopeland]

"estoy empezando a considerar simplemente ir por una botella. nadie me va a decir algo, y si lo hacen, solo voy a decir que este lugar me recuerda demasiado a alfred." está abusando de esa excusa, pero ¿y qué? parte de eso es verdad, aunque jamás lo admitiría. si bromea suficiente sobre el tema, tal vez deje de sentirse tan pesado. "no seas ridícula, diana. ¿qué ganaría yo con eso? además, soy demasiado bonita para morir." se encoge de hombros, ligera burla en su tono. le cae bien, pero sabe que el juicio de la otra siempre ha sido mejor que el suyo. "no te necesito para eso, así que no te preocupes, ni siquiera contaba contigo." sonríe apenas, como si el comentario fuera una broma, pero no lo es del todo. asiente un par de veces, respira hondo y deja que su mirada se deslice por la habitación. "sí, sí necesito eso." aunque, en el fondo, no está segura de poder hacerlo. desaparecer no se vería bien, y al final, le importa más de lo que debería. "¿ni siquiera a mí?" levanta una ceja, ofendida a medias. "no me insultes de esa manera."

“ tendremos que coger prestada una botella. ” canturrea escaneando el lugar, como si analizara puntos débiles que puede utilizar a su favor. está claro que vocablos tienen segundas intenciones escondidas, que no está pensando precisamente en pedir por favor una de las botellas, no le importa demasiado si tiene que hacerse con bebida de manera poco ética. “ ¿si carmy te dice que te mates en frente de los buchanan también lo harás? ” tono burlesco impregna los vocablos, siendo obvio que le resulta absurdo todo lo que pueda salir de labios de mencionado, que juicio nunca ha sido el mejor de todos los que se encuentran en reunión. “ si lo haces no cuentes conmigo. ” decreta tajante, sin embargo facciones se suavizan un poco cuando la miran, porque a pesar de todo se trata de dylan. “ tal vez solo necesitas un momento lejos de aquí. ” es posibilidad ofrecida y que revolotea por un momento, acompañando a la previa sobre ingerir elevada cantidad de copas de vino. “ yo no he extrañado a nadie, por eso necesito salir de este sitio. ”

[mariahthealchemist]

BYE THIS IS SO ACCURATE

[snowonthebeaxh]

@tragcdyfallen asked:

"It costs $400 to see a therapist. But it’s free to just tell yourself, 'It be like that sometimes.'" ( nesta and anyone )

"It's like....what, sometimes?" Diana was confused by their statement. "Is this slang I don't understand?" She laughed at herself, being so behind on the young person lingo that always flew right over her head. "Please, explain it to me. Really, I want to understand." She was still chuckling as she insisted. "I mean no disrespect, I'm just a lot older than I look."

[causeimanartist]

Do do do doodle

[blee-bleep]

kissies

[girlwhodoeskratom]

Carmen Marc Valvo Fall/Winter, 2000 Ready-to-Wear

[edgarwayne]

Once more he blinked in surprise. "Bloody hell, you're Diana." Edgar came up to her, embarrassment replaced by excitement. "It's been over 30 years, but I'm Eds. Art's friend from," he cleared his throat, "from camp. Do you remember me? God, you must have still been in elementary school yourself back then. Or, well, primary of course."

he was a teacher. that made her less alarmed that he wasn't some madman trying to get into the school. "at least that answers the question of why you're here i suppose" she wasn't fully convinced but there was nothing to call him on. he hadn't technically done anything wrong. stupid maybe, but not wrong. "oh okay, looks like your my classroom neighbour. i'm diana mcvries"

[snowonthebeaxh]

@hxlcycnx asked:

❛ it’s time you start talking! what did you do?!  ❜ kazi to anyone

"You saw that?" Diana tried to hide her strength from the world, at least to the best of her ability. Sometimes while dressed in every day clothing, she had to step in and save a life. Yes, she had just pushed a car away, saving a child from being struck- and it would appear she hadn't been that stealth about it. "It all happened so fast, I guess all those kickboxing classes are paying off." Diana attempted to laugh, non-nonchalantly.

[hellsingsource]

[causeimanartist]

I'm trying to just get back into drawing more so have some sketchy sketches