𝕒𝕤𝕡𝕙𝕪𝕩𝕚𝕒

ɪ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ sᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀɪɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴜᴛ sᴏ ᴅᴇᴇᴘʟʏ.

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daemoniumxsanguis:

Sebastian watched her for some time now; the way she seems to get lost in the music. The mere act of playing was always a kind of train for him — keep your mind sharp, but focus on melody; keep it strong, but with a soft touch; keep your back straight and still, but fingers need to move freely. 

Never plays just for the sake of playing.

His lips formed a smile, the mask never wearing off his face as he comes closer, hands raised to clap. “It was beautiful,” nephilim said friendly, though he thinks of this song as silly. “Oh, don’t need to apologize — I would say something if it would bother me.”

Demon-blooded sit down on one of the free chair, blue hues not leaving her face. “I should be the one to say sorry; It was impolite of me to come in and not let you know I’m here. In my defense, I didn’t want to make you stop… Though it seems I did fail,” he laughed quietly, leaning back.

Seeing the young man startled her, then again many many things did though. Nowadays, just a whistle of the wind made her jump out of her skin. It wasn’t a quality that she was fond of, and one she wanted to drop but refused to let go of her. Still, her fear was short lived. And for that she was grateful.

She liked Sebastian. He always seemed chipper, polite and well-spoken. In fact, there was a part of her mind that screamed he reminded her of Valentine before he had betrayed her and Stephen. He was good company, especially when compared to many of the other Shadowhunters she knew who looked at her with disdain. 

On top of which, he actually liked her music. 

A smile bloomed upon her face. “Thank you.” She spoke first most, his words touched her. “I appreciate you saying that...” She gave a slight giggle at his words. “If you’d like I... I could finish?” The thought made her nervous, but she needed to be braver. This was a start. It had to be. 

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wtchlght:

She’d not known, of course. How beautiful a voice Celine had. But when she’d heard the singing from along the corridor, the girl had had to follow it. Right up until she’d found herself outside Jace’s mom’s room. As soon as the woman stopped her playing, as soon as her voice had died away, she felt bad. Guilty. For intruding on this moment. She bit her lip and shook her head at the blonde, letting her know she had nothing to apologise for. If anybody did, in fact, it was Hope.

“Don’t be,” she said, her feet continuing to drag her forward and into Celine’s room. Instead of stopping just inside, she walked towards the other woman, even going so far as to pick up the guitar from beside her. She smiled slightly, shyly, and moved to sit beside her, bringing the guitar into her own lap. 

Hope didn’t know the song. She didn’t know the words, but she could remember enough of the instrument – and had seen enough of Celine playing – to be able to emulate the melody. Her gaze was set on her hands, a frown evident on her face. She wasn’t used to this anymore; and she knew she was making mistakes, but still, she played. She played, and eventually, she found that she was able to lift her gaze back to her, offering her what she hoped was an encouraging smile and nodding her head, as if trying to get the woman to join in. To sing again. 

Don’t be. Shadowhunters never uttered such words, more often then not. Which meant... Hope. Laying eyes on the young women made a smile reach Celine’s lips. She liked Hope, she was blunt but terribly kind and amazingly good despite the circumstances, from being a werewolf surrounded by cruel Shadowhunters, to being a young girl all alone. When Celine was her age she hadn’t been so kind. She’d been angry, rude, and arguably out of control. 

She watched curiously as the brunette picked up the guitar and brought it into her own lap. Did she know how to play? Just the idea of it made a smile etch to her lips, she would love to hear Hope play. Learn from her even, she was positive she would be an amazing gutiarest. The girl was too sharp not to be. 

As Hope began to play, Celine listened and then--when she realized Hope was playing the song she herself had been playing. It made her truly smile. Happiness turfed upon her face, disbelief that the girl could pick it up so easily. There were some mistakes, but nonetheless it sounded beautiful. So much so Celine couldn’t help the happiness springing on her face. Then, she began to sing. 

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‘ we’ll figure it out together. ’

* love ♥ starters

His words, ever plain and so simple, still made her heart thump like a beating drum. Together, as a team, partners, family. She knew she shouldn’t be touched by something so easily said, so easy not to mean. But still, she was. The fact that he was choosing to stand by her side and do this with her meant the world. “Thank you.” She spoke.

@angelbloodedwarrior   

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‘ sing something for me? ’

* love ♥ starters

The request startled her, she was used to many things-many people requesting different things from her but never... never this. A look came abroad her face, tears welling in her eyes, happy tears. Hope’s kindness never failed to astound her. Never. “Always.” She spoke, and took her guitar in hand. “I don’t know many songs but... I think you’ll like this one.” 

“When the night has comeAnd the land is darkAnd the moon is the only light we'll seeNo I won't be afraid, no I won't be afraidJust as long as you stand, stand by me.”

@wtchlght   

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‘ this is your favorite, right? ’

* love ♥ starters

A kind smile pressed to her lips. She appreciated the gesture more then she could ever say. She couldn’t remember the last person who remembered what she liked to eat for lunch. “Thank you Simon.” She spoke the words with utter sincerity. 

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❝ You’re right, I’m fleeing. Like Bambi from a forest fire. ❞

;; Grey’s Anatomy Starters 

Her lips parted, a confused expression dwelled on her face. Perhaps it was a mundane expression, or a mundane person? She didn’t know much about mundane pop-culture, even back before she was imprisoned. Her family had kept that (and a lot of other things), from her, and when she was finally on her own she just couldn’t bring herself to get interested. No one cared about showing her enough. 

Still, Jace’s words rang in her eyes loud and clear. Fleeing. From her. “You don’t have to... to flee.” She spoke gently, fearful he wouldn’t even listen. Though, she wouldn’t blame him if he didn’t. “I don’t want you to flee, I wan’t to talk to you.” She spoke with words with an unsureness to her tone, unsure how he would respond to her or even care to respond at all. “I am sorry about your friend Bambi though. That she was so close to a forest fire she had to run--that sounds horrible.”

@angelbloodedwarrior  

[the-write-ideas]

Ask my character "How do you feel about ______?" Can be an idea, person(s), place, or thing, and they'll have to answer honestly.

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@drcwningvoice

[vhsmeme]

* love ♥ starters

‘ want me to stay? ’

‘ we’re almost home. ’

‘ you should be in bed. ’

‘ we can share it.’

‘ stay there. i’m coming to get you. ’

‘ shh, shh. you were dreaming. ’ 

‘ grab my hand. ’

‘ i’m just going to pick you up. ’

‘ everything okay? ’

‘ i won’t leave you behind. ’

‘ don’t worry. better out than in. ’

‘ who did that to you? ’ 

‘ sit down and rest. ’

‘ sweetie, i would never think that. ’

‘ come lay down in my lap. ’

‘ i know you think you’re all alone out there, but you’re not. ’

‘ call me when you get home. ’

‘ we should change those bandages. ’

‘ you’re safe here. ’

‘ honey… ’

‘ of course we love you. ’

‘ wait here. i’ll go run a bath for you. ’

‘ take my bed for tonight. ’

‘ i promise. ’ 

‘ you’re always welcome here. ’

‘ don’t talk like that. ’

‘ bad dream? ’

‘ talk to me. ’  

‘ it’s okay to cry. ’

‘ you need to be more careful.’

‘ we should hug this out. ’

‘ i worry about you. ’

‘ can i hold your hand? ’ 

‘ because i care about you. ’

‘ it made me think of you. ’ 

‘ take care of yourself. ’

‘ put your seatbelt on. ’ 

‘ where did you go? ’ 

‘ i didn’t mean to worry you. ’

‘ i made breakfast. ’

‘ sing something for me? ’

‘ open it and find out. ’

‘ how long have you been like this? ’

‘ you look nice. ’

‘ here, take my jacket. ’

‘ close your eyes and try to get some rest. ’

‘ focus on my voice. ’ 

‘ i meant every word. ’

‘ i was here all night. ’

‘ look both ways before you cross. ’

‘ you don’t have to talk. ’ 

‘ this is your favorite, right? ’

‘ you’ll feel better in the morning. ’

‘ you have a nice laugh. ’

‘ here, take my jacket. ’

‘ you could stay here. with me. ’

‘ we’ll figure it out together. ’

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@drcwningvoice

[rpmemes-gallery]

;; Grey’s Anatomy Starters

❝ Why do you think I want to keep an eye on you? ❞

❝ Can you keep a secret? ❞

❝ Oh, my God. I’m gonna die. ❞

❝ He has no pulse! ❞

❝ What’s the point? What’s the point of anything?

❝ You’re a complete tool sometimes. ❞

❝ I’m not an ugly duckling anymore. I’m a swan. ❞

❝ I’m glad he’s getting laid. I should be getting laid. ❞

❝ Our lives are built on our mistakes as much as our successes. ❞

❝ It seems like you came home because you thought you were in trouble. ❞

❝ I came back, but I’m not home. And I’d really like to be home. ❞

❝ It’s okay. You go. We’ll be fine. ❞

❝ You had sex. How was it? ❞

❝ When did you become such a kiss ass? ❞

❝ I still got it. My superpowers are intact. ❞

❝ We should have never gotten married in the first place. ❞

❝ Don’t be sorry, be better! ❞

❝ I’ll give you ten bucks to stab me in the face right now. ❞

❝ That poor handsome fool. ❞

❝ You will never, ever find another friend as good as me. ❞

❝ The world keeps going without you. ❞

❝ Somethings are simply out of your control. You can’t change them, you can’t bend them to your will. ❞

❝ People change, but they don’t change. ❞

❝ I lost my shoe! ❞

❝ Don’t give me some nonsense about how absence makes the heart grow fonder. ❞

❝ I don’t understand how this keeps happening! ❞

❝ You’re right, I’m fleeing. Like Bambi from a forest fire. ❞

❝ I’m sorry this happened to you and I’m sorry it made you hate me. ❞

❝ Glad you’re back. ❞

❝ Can two people really be meant to be? ❞

❝ I’m not a spoon. I’m a knife and I’m going to stab you in the eyeball. ❞

❝ Sometimes we have to get lost. To find each other. ❞

❝ Why do you keep calling me princess? ❞

❝ I am laughing, just not externally. ❞

❝ Check yourself before you wreck yourself. ❞

❝ I think I’m falling in love with […], and I’m really afraid it’s going to destroy me. ❞

❝ You need to expand your horizons. ❞

❝ When we’re done here, can you braid my hair? ❞

❝ If you ever cheat on me, I will kill you. ❞

❝ You want to be a mess, be a mess. I don’t care. I can take it. ❞

❝ She was perky, and she sounded happy and tall with a lot of great hair. ❞

❝ I just got here, I haven’t had a chance to screw anything up yet. ❞

❝ I’m going to miss you. ❞

❝ It’s the past, and you don’t have to defend it. ❞

❝ I hate both of you right now. ❞

❝ You’re making a mistake–a big one. ❞

❝ I was staring at Simba. ❞

❝ You gave me syphilis! ❞

❝ This is why I keep you around. ❞

❝ So, that’s what rock bottom looks like? ❞

❝ I’m asking for a job, not a date to the prom! ❞

❝ He’s an attractive guy. Good bone structure, hypnotizing eyes. ❞

❝ Carpe Diem. How annoying is carpe diem? ❞

❝ I think I like this rules thing. ❞

❝ You must be the woman whose been screwing my husband. ❞

❝ You’re my person. ❞

❝ I don’t want to never see you again. ❞

❝ I’m short so my punches land low. ❞

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@drcwningvoice

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I’ve got you

Send “I’ve got you” to help my muse wash off blood from their body

She felt terrible still. Barely able to move, unable to speak. The shock souring through her veins like a plane to the sky. The blood, seeping into her clothing and drying along her skin. So much blood, so much red. Too much. Faintly, she realized she was being led somewhere. Where, she had no idea, but still she followed. Eyes glassy, movements doll like. The blood began to disappear, dripping off her body along with water beside it. Comforting words were whispered to her, and suddenly the world began to fall back into color. Words began to make sense and the idea of talking didn’t feel so frightening any longer. “Th...” The words, she was struggling to get them out. She was also struggling to identity who had helped her.  Her sight was finally becoming back in focus, and before her eyes were.... blonde hair, light eyes... Jace? No. Sebastian. “Thank you.” She spoke, still feeling like her world was spinning. “thank you.” She said again, more securely. “I... thank you.” What else was there to say? 

@daemoniumxsanguis  

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❝ I am simply myself, no more and no less. And I want only to be free. ❞ ( Gadreel )

SENTENCE STARTERS | FINAL FANTASY XII

She looked them over with her gaze a thoughtful one, full of curiosity and wonder. Her heart beat fast, as she realized she concurred with his words. The taste of freedom, just one small taste of it, was terribly amazing and quite extraordinary. She longed for it just as they did, and though it had been granted to her. Much of them time she still felt like she was trapped in that cage, its effects taken hold on her and tugging her back. It’s cold hands around her throat. “I understand.” She said, though she wished she could say so much more. 

@angelusxsanguis

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AH & AH ( Gadreel )

Send “AH” to pin my muse against the wall but letting a RANDOMIZER choose Send “UNF” to pin my muse against the wall with DESIRE 

The look within his eyes was one she didn’t recognize, didn’t understand. She had no idea what he wanted from her, why he was looking at her in that way. Then, in the next moment, her back was to the wall with Sebastian standing before her, pinning her there. Breath left her chest, where was it--she couldn’t find it--she couldn’t breath---BREATH. Tears began to form in her eyes and she wished they wouldn’t, she wished she could push them awaya and that such a action wouldn’t cause them. But... She took a breath. Calm Céline, calm. She told herself, repeating it in her head like a mantra. Her voice even, she spoke. “I need you to let go of me, please. I don’t believe I’ll be able to breath unless you do.”

@daemoniumxsanguis  

Send “AH” to pin my muse against the wall but letting a RANDOMIZER choose Send “UGH” to pin my muse against the wall from FURY

The words left her lips before she thought them out. The look on his face, his reaction, that anger. She knew it all too well. She would be wearing the same expression 20 years ago if one had insulted Valentine as she just did. However it was not 20 years ago, time had passed and things had changed. Valentine, her opinion of him changed the moment he was impatient, cut her open and then took her wailing child from her, he could rot. She hadn’t said the words maliciously, believe it or not, but merely as a thought that was average. Cause it was average. She hated him with every entity within her. It was jsut the way it was, it was normal. She hadn’t expected to incite the young angel’s wrath by merely voicing such thoughts. “Glare at me all you want.” She spoke, hoping to sound braver then she felt. “But I won’t take it back.”

@angelusxsanguis  

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DONT

Send “DONT” to pin my muse against the wall to prevent them from LEAVING

She hadn’t meant to, fight with Jace. She never meant to fight with anyone. But still, the fighting occurred and screaming along with it--and though she wanted so badly to fold over and not fight any longer she believed in this. But, her anger was beginning to get the best of her, anger she hadn’t experienced in quite sometime. So, she had turned to leave. Leave before she blew up any further toward her son, her son who was so passionate and good and she was overwhelmingly proud of. 

But, in an instant, her anger turned to dust and was replaced with chilling fear. Her back hit the waall, and his hands were pining her there. she knew he hadn’t meant this in a way to be cruel, she knew that. Jace wasn’t cruel. Not like those who raised her. However in that simple moment, when her back hit the wall and she looked in his eyes, she saw her own eyes. The eyes she’d gotten from her own father. 

And she shrieked. Right in her child’s face. A shriek so filled with fear and terror she had hoped neither Jace nor Sophie would ever hear it. She never wanted that, she wanted them to be able to feel protected by her. Not see her as a victim. Yet, in that moment... His hands left her and she sunk to the ground, tears welled in her eyes and unsteady breathes left her lips. “I’m so sorry.” She choked out. “I’m so sorry.” 

@angelbloodedwarrior   

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“There isn’t anyone who doesn’t feel regret or sadness.”

D.Gray-Man Lavi Quotes Starters

Her eyes softened at such simple words spoken. Yes, they were simple, but also terribly terribly true. Each person had their own burden, had their own sorrow and sadness they carried with them on their back through every moment they lived. Every person had a single word which would bring about a memory they didn’t want to remember. Every person had their own story, and it was so simple to forget this when overcome with pain of your own. “You’re right.” She spoke in agreement, giving a simple nod of her head. “It’s easy to forget but... but very true.”

@coldheartgoldheart   

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“I think you should stop with the flirty little comments and the eye thing you do.”

‘The Vampire Diaries’ season 1: sentence meme

The moment those words were spoken, Celine found herself at a loss of what there was to say. “Eye thing...?” She hadn’t even realized---WAIT. What if the other hadn’t even been talking to her? Then that would make these even more embarrassing. “D-do you mean me?” She asked, bewildered.

@coldheartgoldheart   

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“You’re gonna have to do a little better than “I’m sorry.“”

‘The Vampire Diaries’ season 1: sentence meme

Her face twisted into a look of sorrow. She should of thought before she had spoken, cause he was correct. I’m sorry was not enough, not even close to enough. The words were meaningless. Her guilt and regret wasn’t enough to quell the childhood he had to endure because she hadn’t been able to keep him safe. Words were meaningless, and quite frankly, actions were to. At least in this situation. “I.... ‘I’m sorry’ isn’t enough. Not.... Nothing is enough. But I--I want to be there for you. I want to be there for you to lean on when you need someone, I want you to feel safe. I’ll do anything and everything to do that.”

@angelbloodedwarrior   

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‘COVERED IN BLOOD’

SEND ME ‘COVERED IN BLOOD’ FOR MY MUSE’S REACTION TO WALKING ON YOURS COVERED IN BLOOD.

The moment her eyes set on him her heart skipped a beat. And, for a single second, she didn’t realize that was her childhood before her eyes. Her little baby boy who was now a grown man, a grown Shadowhunter. Covered in blood. She could only hope it was not his own. Before anyone else could go near him, she rushed to his side, inspecting him and truly-with all her heart-praying this blood wasn’t his own because it was so much. Too much. But, there was no stagger in his step, no heavy panting coming from his lips. No signs he was tired cause of blood loss so terrible. So it wasn’t his. Or at the very least, not all of it was. 

Normally, when she saw blood, it made her sick to her stomach. Just the stench of it made her want to run in the opposite direction. The sight of it made her want to whimper and cry cause of all the memories intertwined with the color. But, in this moment, that scent was one she didn’t care about, she stared at the liquid unflinchingly. All she cared about was her boy. All she cared about was Jace.

Gently, she wrapped her hand around his. Not caring about the blood now staining her skin, and making sure she wasn’t being forceful in anyway (who knows what could of happened, no, she couldn’t risk being forceful) she lead him to the bathroom. When one set sight on them she was quick to say. “Go!” With such strength in her voice, strength she had forgotten she wielded. Strength that came with having a child to protect. Anyone who had once been there was now gone, fleeing at her darkened glare. The moment the bathroom appeared empty, she turned to Jace. “I’m going to get you cleaned up, alright?” Her voice was soft, filled with the utmost concern and worry. 

Then she began to wash him up. There wasn’t so much you could do with only a sink, he needed a shower. But, right now what he needed most (or, at least what she guessed he needed most), was the blood washed off his cheeks. “It’s gonna be alright.” She spoke, pressing the wet towel against his cheek. Her touch a caress as she washed the blood away. “It’s alright.” 

@angelbloodedwarrior