* WILDFIRE

  𝑾𝑯𝑨𝑻'𝑺 𝑨 𝑮𝑰𝑹𝑳 𝑮𝑶𝑻𝑻𝑨 𝑫𝑶  to  get   in  a  proper  brawl  around   here? est .   2016 ,  rebooted  2019 .   𝘥𝘢𝘴𝘩 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺

[clarulitas]

Bluebeard’s Eighth Wife (1938)

[ladyknighted]

artemisia said top rights

[b99thingsv2]

[mitchellwrites]

deathless ♚ sentence meme

You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast.

You are going to break your promise. I understand.

You’re lonely too.

It will stop your breath, how cruel I can be.

I am a demanding creature. I am selfish and cruel and extremely unreasonable.

I am your servant.

I crawl at your feet; for before your love, your kisses, I am debased.

For you alone I will be weak.

I belong here, and you will not deny me.

I say these things, and the world listens.

I do not tolerate a world emptied of you. I have tried.

In the dark, I have pored over the loss of you like pale gold.

I will not let her speak because I love her, and when you love someone, you do not make them tell war stories.

I moved the earth and the water for you.

You will always run away with her.

You will always lose her.

You will always be a fool.

You will always be dead, in a city of ice, snow falling into your ear.

You have already done all of this and will do it again.

No one should be judged for loving more than they ought, only for loving not enough.

We look terrible to you, and severe, and you see our blood flying.

What we carry between us is hard-won, and we made it just as we wished it to be, just the color, just the shape.

There need never be any rules between us.

Let us be greedy together; let us hoard.

Do not leave me, swear that you will never leave me.

I am selfish. I am cruel. My mate cannot be less than I.

Sleep with fists closed and shoot straight.

I can’t abide a poor liar.

You look like a winter’s night. I could sleep inside the cold of you.

Oh, quit that. Blushing is for virgins and Christians.

Scold me; deny me. Tell me you want what you want and damn me forever. But don’t leave me.

Bad luck relies on absolutely perfect timing.

In his own country, Death can be kind.

What is the world but a boxing ring where fools and devils put up their fists?

Men die. It’s practically what they’re for.

I am no one; I am nothing.

Nothing in me was not made by you.

A revelation is always the end of something. It might even be cause for grief.

Just tell yourself a story that’ll satisfy you and pretend he told it.

Forever isn’t bright; it isn’t like that. Forever is cold and hard and final.

I savor bitterness - it is born of experience. It is the privilege of one who has truly lived.

If you want to kill yourself, do not use us as your knife.

What did I do wrong? Was I boring? Did I ignore you?

Don’t you dare speak to me like that.

I have worn nothing but blood and death for years.

I have fought all your battles for you, just as you asked me.

I have learned not to cry when I strangle a man.

I have learned to watch everything die.

I am not a little girl anymore, dazzled by your magic. It is my magic, now, too.

Are we not devils?

No one is now what they were before the war.

I have not seen you without your skin on.

Close up your head; your brain is getting loose.

We obsess. It’s in our nature.

I’ve a devil of a habit for being right.

In war you must always choose sides.

If you try to be a bridge laid down between them, they will tear you in half.

We are all dead. All equal. Broken and aimless and believing we are alive.

My old bones will follow yours soon enough.

It is better to be strong and cruel than to be fair.

I will see him with his skin off before I agree to fall in love.

After love, no one is what they were before.

I have survived, but I have not been spared.

In the space of one heartbeat to another I loved you and I was lost to you.

Frighten me, make me cry, only come back.

It’s not so bad, my darling. Being dead. It’s like being alive, only colder.

You’ll think it’s love, while he dines on your heart.

You will be so beautiful when you are old.

I cannot keep you and I cannot let you go.

You will live as you live in any world…with difficulty, and grief.

I look at you and it is like my throat being cut.

She said you’d come and I swore to eat your heart.

I still want to kiss you.

My heart is being cut in two. I cannot bear it.

What happens to anything beautiful?

I have to know, I have to or else you will just rule me until the end of everything because you know and I do not.

[thewonderingsorceress]

+1

[ladyknighted]

thewonderingsorceress·:

@ladyknighted

“Aches and pains troubling you? Or has something annoyed you?” Ella asked quite bluntly to the stranger, from her spot in the tree, placing her finger in the book she was reading to save her page. 

❛       when   do   aches   not   trouble   me ,   huh ?      ❜        IT   IS   SAID   WITH   A   TEASE ;   tongue   in   cheek   as   she   unceremoniously   drops   to   sit   beside   the   young   woman ,   dark   brow   raised   curiously   &   expectantly   at   the   pages   of   her   book .   once   one   spends   most   of   their   life   with   physical   activity ,   it   is   hard   not   to   feel   the   aches ;  in   old   scars   alike   as   with   new   bruises . 

❛        what ’ re   you   reading ?     ❜       it   is   not   that   artemisia   may   make   much   sense   of   the   words   anyway ,   but   curiosity   has   always   been   a   rather   pressing   flaw   of   her ’ s .

[ladyknighted]

𝑺𝑶  𝑪𝑹𝑨𝑾𝑳  𝑶𝑵  𝑴𝒀  𝑩𝑬𝑳𝑳𝒀  𝑻𝑰𝑳  𝑻𝑯𝑬  𝑺𝑼𝑵  𝑮𝑶𝑬𝑺  𝑫𝑶𝑾𝑵 ——  i ’ ll  never   wear  your  broken  crown  . 

[talesofnorth]

 I thought you wanted me to keep you sharp.

[ashandabstraction]

“i asked her how do you kill a king she laughed who still believes in kings?”

—

and it sounded like his final gasp  | kmp

((for @nepenthenet‘s prompt “how to kill a king”))

[ladyknighted]

my question is how tf does everyone in m.erlin know how to read and write

[hopesumners]

[ladyknighted]

﹡ . °  all  quiet .  /  @pragmawit  /   accepting .

❛       but   what   better   time   is   there   than   now  ?       ❜    she   stands   with   arms   crossed ,  fabric   pulled   taut   over   trained   muscles .   PERHAPS  SHE   IS   A  HYPOCRITE ;   how   many   times   has   she   spent   sleepless ,  if  not   out   conducting   work   at   night ,   then   unable   to   sleep   for   thoughts   bumping   around   her   head   in   a   constant ,   unstoppable   commotion .   but   she   also   knows   how   futile   it   is ,   to   keep   yourself  up   until   exhaustion   overtakes .   ah ,   she   has   had   narrow   scrapes   because   of   exactly   such ,   falling   asleep   on   her   feet . 

she   sets   a   strong   hand   on   his   shoulder ;   a   gentle ,   easy   touch .   she   finds   that   dealing   with   those   younger   than  her ,   headstrong  in   ways   she   had   herself   been ,   is   easier   a   task   than   she  had   expected .    ❛     heads   are   lighter   in   the   mornin ’ ,   &   arguing   with   me   has   always   proved   futile .       ❜

[333cutie]

a bad bitch like me is going through some emotions rn but that’s ok bc I’m still bad

[ceeyoutea]

kahlan’s red dress in ‘reckoning’ (requested by anon)

[ladyknighted]

﹡ . °  all quiet .  /  @corbelllator  /   accepting .

FINGERS  TAP   ON   STURDY   THIGH ,  a  steady   little   rhythm   as   she   thinks .   it ’ s   foolish   not   to   fear ;   that ’ s   what   gets   you   dead .  the   sting   of   the   anxiety   underneath   your   skin   is   good ,   it   keeps   you   on   your   toes ,   keeps   you   nervous   enough   to   look   out   for   yourself  but   doesn ’ t   overwhelm   so   you   are   too   shaky   to   do  your   job .

❛     very   little ,     ❜      SHE   ANSWERS   HONESTLY ,   shrugging ,   dark   hair   falling   over   a   shoulder   &   she   brushes   it   away ,   a   little   nervously .   talk   of   mortality   always   makes   her   slightly   uncomfortable ;  puts   it   in   too   close   a   perspective .   such   a   life   she   lives ,   that   on   any   day   she   can   breathe   her   last ,  but   she   is   not   the   only   one   of   them ,   knows   that  it   is   almost   as   dangerous   for   him .   ❛     enough   to   stay   alive ,   i  s ’ ppose .      ❜  

[classic-starters]

starters from the 1929 novel by erich maria remarque, ALL QUIET ON THE WESTERN FRONT

“where are the others?”

“i wish he was here.”

“how goes it ( name )?”

“have you lost your senses?”

“you wait till you’re spoken to.”

“they have amputated my leg.”

“he doesn’t want to die! let him not die!”

“will you sleep now?”

“we’ll be back again soon.”

“there won’t be any peace - time.”

“you mean the war’s over?”

“you’ve got a screw loose, surely!”

“what silly questions you do ask.”

“you don’t recognise me any more, what?”

“and do you know what you are?”

“will you obey my order or not?”

“i believe we are lost.”

“why are you living then, when he is dead?”

“go and sleep, ( name ), you will catch cold here.”

“i can sleep enough later.”

“are you very much afraid?”

“i will pray for you every day, ( name ).” 

“have you any money at all?”

“are you really as stupid as that, or are you just pulling my leg?”

“then what exactly is the war for?”

“there must be some people to whom the war is useful.”

“it won’t make any difference.”

“are you wounded?”

“i won’t go through life as a cripple.”

“how far above the knee am i hit?”

“have you been dreaming?

“you haven’t any fever.”

[ladyknighted]

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