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[ofbrokenlegacies]

@warcfhcrts​ liked for a teen!Nyssa

             ‘Damn it’ Nyssa muttered under her breath as she felt to her knees. Palms pressed into the ground and almond eyes glanced up at the man, her father, the demon. The disappointed look on his face was all he needed to know she had failed this training session. His arms crossed his chest as he huffed ‘Daeif, Nyssa.’ She knew the he called her weak even without hearing the thick arabic word fall form his lips. She was the child of a for seen prophecy she had to do better. Shifting her attention to her bruised and bloody knuckles she could hear his foot steps drag him out of the room. With a heavy frustrated huff leaving her lips she pushed herself off the floor of the training ground and set off.

‘Do better Nyssa, not strong enough, Talia can do better, you are suppose to be my heir’

Those words rang in her ear as she dig her nails into the palm of her gloved hands, her feet moving under her in the foreign city. She all but remembered that day. It was the day she decided she had enough of the league nonsense and wanted a sense of normalcy. She was more surprised that her father hadn’t sent assassins to retrieve her yet rather then how far she had made it from Nanda Parbat. Her mind so clouded her body hadn’t reacted quick enough to re-frame from colliding with another.  ❝ Oh shit, I’m so sorry ❞

[sevendeadlymusings]

“It wasn’t all a lie was it?” - For Rex, ^^

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“What part of it did you think was a lie? You asked what my story was, I told you. None of it was a lie.”

[sevendeadlymusings]

🔪 (from Castiel to Fruckius)

Send me 🔪 to stab my muse.

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The burning sensation of a blade piercing his skin was something the angel hadn’t experienced in a long time. No one usually dared test Fruckius. Particularly not in his own kingdom. But this...stranger - this oddly daring stranger - had something in his blood that seemed familiar. 

Eyes narrowed, fingers grasping at the blade’s hilt as a pained sort of grunt left his lips. “Son of a bitch,” Fruck hissed, teeth grinding together to display his bitter annoyance. Slowly, he began to wiggle the hilt, pulling it from his flesh. In a matter of minutes, he knew it would heal enough to alleviate most of the pain, but damn if it wouldn’t leave its mark for a couple of days. “You’re going to regret that.”

[theladiesofmystic]

"You're mine now, do you understand?" - Klaus to Elena

Send “You’re mine now, do you understand?” For my muse to be yours’ brainwashed servant.A brown, deep gaze pierced into the other in dream-like confusion. Elena was almost certain she had been talking back at him just a couple of seconds ago…Hasn’t she? It was harder and harder to hold onto the reasons for whatever anger or indignation she only suspected she had been feeling. Actually it was hard to hold onto anything at all that wasn’t his pupils dilating and the sound of his voice ringing inside her head in a weirdly alluring loop. “I’m yours now…I understand.” Elena mused in a soft and clear tune as it became engraved to her very soul.

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[thewonderingsorceress]

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’ Haven’t you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?! ’ Ella eventually burst, feeling her anxiety grow at the situation she had somehow got herself into and just needing to be left alone- or at the very least a closing of the door without being left open.