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The Darkling: i need to get something off my chest

Dmitri: is it your shirt?

The Darkling:

Dmitri:

The Darkling:

Dmitri: ...please say yes

#sin so sacred it burns - the darkling #crack #ruintalk

The Darkling: Dmitri, where're you going?

Dmitri: Well, that depends, Moi Soverenyi.

Dmitri: When I die, probably hell. But right now I'm going to the bathroom.

#sin so sacred it burns - the darkling #crack #ruintalk

Dmitri: You're entirely literal. Metaphors go right over your head, don't they?

Viktor: Nothing goes over my head. My reflexes are too fast. I would catch it.

#their fears could have built kingdoms and he would've toppled them all - viktor #crack #ruintalk

erlangs

“you’re going to tell me that this girl — this girl — isn’t going to be your biggest destruction?” his lips curl into a sneer. “no one can destroy me,” he says. and she watches from the shadows, — planning, calculating — already thinking, oh, you’re perfectly capable of destroying yourself without my help.

your ego is your hell // k.s. (via senmitsuji)

#red bird in a blizzard - svetlana

Dmitri: Here is my wall of inspirational people.

Altan: Is that a picture of you?

Dmitri: Yes. I am big enough to admit that I often inspire myself.

#as cutting as he is sly as sharp as a blade licked by brimstone and fire - altan #crack #ruintalk

lifeinpoetry

The moral of the story is, I will gut you if I need to. I will carve my way out with only my teeth.

Brenna Twohy, from “Little Red Riding Hood Addresses the Next Wolf,” Forgive Me My Salt (via lifeinpoetry)

#{.about}

Molly: So a patient sneezed earlier and I accidentally said ‘shut the fuck up’ instead of 'bless you’.

Dmitri: How do you accidentally say 'shut the fuck up’?

#the unbecoming of an innocent is perhaps even more terrifying than the rise of a sinner - margarete #crack #ruintalk

buttsexxx

#nsfw #{.countenance}#like...i couldn't help myself #i tried to for ages #buuuuut #t

Dmitri: I take that as a compliment.

Viktor: I must have said it wrong.

#their fears could have built kingdoms and he would've toppled them all - viktor #crack #ruintalk

dj-moonfish

#{.music}

Arina: [ Sneezes ]

Dmitri:

Arina: Aren't you going to say "bless you"?

Dmitri: I'm sitting here with you, you've clearly already been blessed

#ruintalk #crack #most things capable of burning brightly happily consume themselves - arina

soracities

I was born from desire & all true witches know to be desired is to destroy.

Natalie Wee, from ‘The Theory of Magic’, Our Bodies & Other Fine Machines (via soracities)

#{.about}

[Viktor finally arrives to a meeting]

Viktor: Sorry I'm late, I was doing stuff.

Dmitri: [walks in after him, smirking] I'm stuff.

#crack #ruintalk #their fears could have built kingdoms and he would've toppled them all - viktor

tvandfilm

#{.aesthetic}#that's it u're grounded!

Neysa : This, right here, is why you have a reputation as a pain in the ass.

Dmitri: I’ve cultivated that reputation.

#crack #ruintalk #she doubts she'll ever outrun her ghosts - neysa

rabbitinthemoon-blog

Secrecy flows through you, a different kind of blood. It’s as if you’ve eaten it like a bad candy, taken it into your mouth, let it melt sweetly on your tongue, then allowed it to slide down your throat like the reverse of uttering, a word dissolved into its glottals and sibilants, a slow intake of breath— And now it’s in you, secrecy. Ancient and vicious, luscious as dark velvet. It blooms in you, a poppy made of ink. You can think of nothing else. Once you have it, you want more. What power it gives you! Power of knowing without being known, power of the stone door, power of the iron veil, power of the crushed fingers, power of the drowned bones crying out from the bottom of the well.

Margaret Atwood, Secrecy (via rabbitinthemoon)

#{.aesthetic}

Svetlana: Oh, shut up

Dmitri: You shut up

Svetlana: Make me

Dmitri: I will

Dmitri: But you might moan a little

#red bird in a blizzard - svetlana #crack #ruintalk

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