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Send me one pro and one con you could see with having sex with my character.
(anons welcome)
Couple aesthetic:the short one tries to kiss the tall one,but they can’t reach up; so they gently stand on their toes,take the tall one’s neck And DRAG THE MOTHERFUCKER DOWN. IF I CAN’T GO UP,YOU’RE GOING DOWN WITH ME
reblog this if your muse is female, and you’re comfortable shipping her with other female characters.
‘I WOULDN’T CALL IT EXCESSIVE VIOLENCE. IT’S JUST ENOUGH TO MAKE MY POINT.’
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You bet your boots, I do, buttercup. Click anywhere in this reply.
The best part about writing Antiope is hearing Robin’s glorious voice and that beautiful accent in my head while I do so.
( DIANA )
diana panted, trying her best to catch her breath as she looked up at antiope. she swore she never TIRED. with an resilience that diana envied. it was the sign of a true warrior / that was something that diana wasn’t sure she had. but she ROSE to her feet, stumbling back on shaking knees as she braced herself for another impact. / @genikcs sc.
Diana never needed to be told to get back up. It was something about her that Antiope admired, a source of pride among many others that she felt for her niece. There was no time for pride now though. “You must learn to fight smaller. You expose too much of yourself.” To make her point, the general lunged forward, twisted her body, and jabbed an elbow into Diana’s stomach in a single, fluid motion. She’d never been one to go easy on anyone. There was no point to it. Her Amazons deserved better than being underestimated like that.
Do not go gentle into that goodnight. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
The Amazons of Themyscira
*・゚✧ @loveconqueror called the general into battle.
“You care too much what she thinks.” It was a dangerous thing to say, considering the fact that she was talking about the queen. Hippolyta was her sister first and foremost though, just as Diana was her niece before her princess or her student. Off of the battlefield, when formal training was done for the day and Apollo’s light was sinking below the horizon, Antiope had a short window of time to be an aunt rather than a general, and she always took advantage of it.
“You fight to impress her, to prove yourself to her, not to protect. It is not our duty to satisfy our egos, Diana. You must learn this.”
❛ that was the best part, the d r e a m i n g . she dreamed of WOLVES most every night, a great pack of wolves, with HER at the head. she was bigger than any of them, STRONGER, SWIFTER, FASTER: she could outrun horses and outfight lions. when she bared her teeth, even MEN would run from her. her belly was never empty long, and her fur kept her warm even when the wind was blowing cold; and her brothers and sisters were with her, many and more of them, FIERCE and TERRIBLE and HERS.. they would never leave her. ❜
* highly selective and mutually exclusive arya stark from the hbo series game of thrones with minor novel influence. slightly canon divergent and au-centered. as penned by bones. ( promo credit. )
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*・゚✧ @zokliitsos called the general into battle.
“Try again.”
The bow was nearly the size of the tiny would-be Amazon. Antiope knew that the resistance of the bowstring would almost be too much for her. Almost. She wasn’t going to insult Arya by giving her an easy task. This was the bow that her soldiers used, that she used. They had all started out where the young girl was now. It wasn’t just a test of strength. It was also a test of determination, of how much she truly wanted this. “Try harder.” The general knew that she could.
You will train her harder than any amazon before her. Five times harder. Ten times harder, until she is better than even you. But she must never know the truth about what she is. Not ever.
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