𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒂 .

THERE'S     [     SOMETHING   WRONG     ]     WITH   ME  , BUT   I'LL     TAKE   CARE     OF   IT  .      I   SWEAR  .

[mueria]

              [     A   TRUE   DEVIL   !     ]           :          a private     &     selective writing blog featuring     MARIA SALAZAR    of the deadly class universe.      portrayal is drawn from the show     &     comics,     LARGELY HEADCANON BASED     with personal interpretations.      as enticed by macy.       [     21,  SHE / HER,  EST.  JANUARY  2021.     ]

CARRD.     MEMES.     SAYA KUROKI.

[mueria]

still trying to spread the deadly class agenda /:

[beth-cassidy]

You done good, mi’ja.

[mueria]

i never made a proper post but maria’s carrd brings me sm joy and it’s so beautiful and it’s all thanks to @builtmyth​

[mueria]

YOU   SUMMONED   A  TRUE  DEVIL     /      EDITS. 

ft.     marcus  arguello.

[mueria]

tbh if tyler can manifest a movie im p sure ben’s efforts to revive deadly class can work <3

[welovedeadlyclass]

Anyone who saw the show before reading the comics.

[s4rcustic]

Maria & Marcus in Deadly Class : S01E06 Stigmata Martyr

[senshis]

[mueria]

@aercana     :     I  THINK  THESE  IDIOTS  ALL  SHOT  EACH  OTHER.

               grimace stains her features.    she’s   repulsed   and she makes no effort to hide it.    the blood trails were evident enough and   she bites back a sour remark,   snapping her bladed fan back in place.    a game of stifling testosterone, she gathers.    brows furrow as she steps closer to the group of bodies scattered in a haphazard circle,   she can only imagine the idiotic bets they made before emotions blew up.    or this was a test.    she could never tell with king’s.    head turned to face petra,   viridescents piercing through the thick of her painted countenance,         ❝   the student body number is   dropping   so quickly,   maybe if they keep shootin’ each other we might have a chance.    ❞          it’s unspoken,   but the inevitable doom lingers around the corner.    not that she had to worry before,    but with her shaky ground with the soto vatos,   she wasn’t expectin’ anything short of a   bullet   in her.          ❝   what’re we s’posed to do now ?    we can’t go back empty - handed.    ❞ 

[elenorasava]

[mueria]

@builtmyth     :     YOU  GOT  ANYTHING  STRONGER  ?

               she had to do a double take.    is the gringo talkin’ to her ?    the party is full blown now,   she can tell with the music vibrating off the walls and the floors of their hall.    she knows that he’s not there as a guest,   but rather a student   annoyed   with the noise and attempting to make his way to his room.   gaze scans around for chico before returning to him,   hands on her hips,         ❝    depends.    you gonna   stay   or just sulk in your room all night ?    ❞          mischievousness dances over her features,   intrigue heavily evident in her tone.    if she really wanted to,   she was convinced she could count the amount of words he’s said to her since the year started and it   barely   surpassed her ten fingers.    just glares and half - effort grunts.    but she’s   curious   enough to play nice,   and so she reaches over the nearby set - up table,   snatching the fanciest lookin’ bottle.         ❝    ah,   this one.    saya and i snagged it from the gas station,   it hasn’t even been opened yet !    you could get honors.    ❞ 

[mueria]

@dreamwaited​     :     YOU  CAN  RELAX.  I  HAVE  NEVER  BEEN  A  PRODIGY  AT  ANYTHING.

               hands fold under her chin with amusement as warm discs watched his   futile attempts   of blowing the dart at the dummy         —         laughter bubbles in her throat,          ❝    dar en el blanco    . . .    ❞          she mutters under her breath, the secondhand embarrassment creeping.          ❝   you gotta huff from the lungs,   not your   tongue   or whatever it is you were using.    ❞          she’s never cared how well   someone else   performed at their studies, but they’ve been paired together for a group project in atypical combat skills with three others,   and she’s   not the most eager to face the wrath   of the instructor for poor execution.          ❝    here,   watch me.    ❞          brows rose purposefully as she gestures to the tube and brings it to her lips, shifting her position to face the target.    in through the nose and         —           sharp exhale !    the dart shoots out with ease and   hits the center   of the dummy’s forehead.    smugness   washes over ruby reds,   free hand on her hips as her head cocks to the side,          ❝    like   that.    ❞  

[mueria]

me, unprovoked: fuck you shabnam

[rosources]

—  sentence starters  :  the umbrella academy,  episode 01.02,  run boy run.

i have a question.

knowledge is an admirable goal, but you know the rules.

i want to time travel.

one is like sliding along the ice, the other is akin to descending blindly into the depths of the freezing water and reappearing as an acorn.

fear isn’t the issue.

i forbid you to talk about this anymore.

not ready, my ass.

i survived on scraps. canned food, cockroaches, anything i could find.

you know that rumor that twinkies have an endless shelf life? well, it’s total bullshit.

you do whatever it takes to survive, or you die.

you got anything stronger?

you think i’m crazy.

exactly what don’t you understand?

gee, wish i’d thought of that.

you think i didn’t try everything to get back to my family?

this was a mistake. you’re too young, too naive to understand.

i haven’t seen you in a long time, and i don’t want to lose you again. that’s all.

we’ll talk in the morning again. okay? i promise.

dammit. i’m sick of this cost-cutting bullshit.

no point keeping it bottled up, or it’ll just give you heartburn, and i gotta listen to you complain about that, too.

they can shove their protocol up their asses.

you get what you pay for.

i think these idiots all shot each other.

i’ll take it if you’ll give it.

i’m sorry, not to be rude, ‘cause you seem super sweet, but do i have to go through all this again?

what, are we gonna keep things professional?

you used to like that.

you show up and act like you can be a part of this, and you can’t, not anymore.

i’m good at this. you know i can help you.

i’ve had the same routine for the last four years. now that i’m back down here, i’m not quite sure what to do with myself.

i didn’t think it was possible to miss a person this much.

when you left, it seemed like all you wanted to do was forget this place ever existed, so…

i think there’s a reason why you never left.

you know you talk in your sleep?

shut your piehole.

just a lot of memories coming up. all those good times. well, not so much good times as really awful, terrible, depressing times.

no! you listen to me, asshole.

i’ve come a long way for this, through some shit your pea brain couldn’t even comprehend, so just give me the information i need and i’ll be on my merry way.

what you do out there is a fantasy.

guess what? recess is over. it’s grown-up time.

oh, thank god. i was worried sick about you.

i- i guess i didn’t know how to process what you were saying. and i still can’t, to be honest.

maybe it wasn’t real after all. it felt real.

look, i used to see someone. a therapist. i could give you her information.

what? this is my nicest outfit.

what’s our cover story?

what a disturbing glimpse into that thing you call a brain.

this isn’t twenty questions, old man.

you know what? you’re probably better off here.

you know, if i wanted advice, no offense, it wouldn’t be from you.

so you know what it’s like to love someone like this? like when you’re apart from her, you can’t breathe? like you would - you would die, and i mean actually die, to know she’s okay and happy.

you separate yourself from everyone and everything. you always have.

you’re an adult now. you don’t get to blame your problems on anyone but yourself.

in about sixty seconds, two security guards are gonna burst through that door, and they’re gonna see a whole lotta blood, and they’re gonna wonder ‘what the hell happened?’ and we’re gonna tell them that you beat the shit out of us.

you’re gonna do great in prison. trust me, i’ve been there.

yeah, can i get that twenty bucks like, now, or what?

god, the longest i’ve been with someone was… i don’t know, three weeks. and that’s only because i was so tired of looking for a place to sleep.

easier to learn music when you’re young. you know, like a second language.

i could smell it was you.

you could have killed me.

if i wanted you dead, you’d be dead.

i shouldn’t have to prove my innocence to you or anyone else in this family.

you can relax. i have never been a prodigy at anything.

monet didn’t really start painting until his forties. he did alright for himself.

family. it’s never easy, right?

this is always where you used to come when you were upset.

i said some pretty unkind things to her.

i hoped it might cheer you up.

oh my god, look how little we were.

things have been disappearing lately. these are too important to lose.

there’s nothing you can do. there’s nothing any of you can do.

[mueria]

i might make a lil ,,,,,,, page ,,,,,,,, or blog or smth that’s dedicated to the world of deadly class :eye: bc one, wikis don’t give anything and two, it’ll be easier to worldbuild / make verses (-: 

[mueria]

okay okay i'll add petra back <3

ABOUT TIME !!!!