W i t c h ☠ H u n t e r

Want something to chase you? Run.

[nadiahilker]

It’s your heart.

[theluciferka]

“I didn’t flee the conclave because I was afraid I would lose. I fled, because I knew I would win.”  

[katsmoving]

the king said you were his property, and told you to bow down before him, but you are a wolf, so you barked out a laugh, wrapped your claws around his throat, and whispered: i am a warrior, a queen, and i belong to no one.

wolves don’t bow before men // k.s. (via ohsebs)

[thesuntohismoon]

@tamisera | Dayo

          It’s surreal, this. To be looking up at the night sky from the ground she sits upon as the earth is now what cradles her and no longer is it the clouds in the sky. For what might as well be the hundredth time does she crane her neck to look at the trees around them. Trees. A corner of her mouth quirks at the thought that never in the counted years of her life would she have imagined she would bear witness to their majesty outside of murals and tapestries that adorned the great halls, or that of the stories told by the older generations.

          The crackle of the fire brings her attention back to the task at hand, golden eyes sliding to the slumbering form opposite her that rises and falls evenly with every breath taken and expelled. It would seem that the Fates had had it out for them to be reunited after having spent so much time apart. He was different, yet the same, familiar, and the longer she watched him the more pronounced the ache in her left arm became. It was all psychological, of course. The mind dredging up emotions that were still deeply rooted in memories that were better left unattended.

          Never would she admit that she’s already committed Dayo’s profile to memory, matching the tics he had as a child to who he was now. Even in his sleep did the muscles along his jaw flex and twitch and she could only imagine that he was dreaming about scolding her. “ Dayo, ” she says softly, the rasp of her voice deeper still in her effort to not startle him.

[prettiestcaptain]

The 100 meme → [1/7] Characters ↳ “We’ve all got a monster inside of us and we’re all responsible for what it does when we let it out.”

[puzzlesandcons]

I didn’t flee the conclave because I thought I would lose, I fled because I knew I would win.

[noemiette]

The 100 | Season 3: New favorite characters [3/3]

[heireating]

                   BOOK STARTERS [4] ( CLOUD ATLAS ) ( DAVID MITCHELL )

❛ A wise man does not step betwixt the beast and his meat. ❜

❛ So, kill me. Tell the others I attacked you so you killed me. ❜

❛ Should never have come here. ❜

❛ Hard to guess my tastes. ❜

❛ Can’t it wait until the morning? ❜

❛ You’ll find temper tantrums won’t help you here. ❜

❛ It must have taken courage to return. ❜

❛ It all sounds grimly dystopian. ❜

❛ I am not afraid of you! ❜

❛ All this could be avoided! ❜

❛ You consider me a murderer? ❜

❛ Gross way to die. ❜

❛ What sparks wars? The will to power, the backbone of human nature. ❜

❛ My life amounts to no more than one drop in a limitless ocean. Yet what is any ocean, but a multitude of drops? ❜

❛ Our lives are not our own. We are bound to others. ❜

❛ I believe there is another world waiting for us. A better world. And I’ll be waiting for you there. ❜

❛ You are allowed to feel messed up and inside out. It doesn’t mean you’re defective - it just means you’re human. ❜

❛ Power, time, gravity, love. The forces that really kick ass are all invisible. ❜

❛ Unlimited power in the hands of limited people always leads to cruelty. ❜

❛ Truth is singular. Its ‘versions’ are mistruths. ❜

❛ Dreams are all I have ever truly owned. ❜

❛ Your version of the truth is the only thing that matters. ❜

❛ I believe death is only a door. One closes, and another opens. ❜

❛ By each crime and every kindness, we birth our future. ❜

❛ The healthy can’t understand the emptied, the broken. ❜

❛ Lying’s wrong, but when the world spins backwards, a small wrong may be a big right. ❜

❛ The weak are meat the strong do eat. ❜

❛ Do whatever you can’t not do. ❜

❛ What precipitates outcomes? Vicious acts & virtuous acts. ❜

❛ I remain thankful to God for all his mercies. ❜

❛ You can maintain power over people, as long as you give them something. Rob a man of everything, and that man will no longer be in your power. ❜

❛ Power. The ability to determine another man’s luck. ❜

❛ Pain is strong, aye - but friends’ eyes, more strong. ❜

❛ Perhaps those deprived of beauty perceive it most instinctively. ❜

❛ Why ask a question whose answer would demand ten more questions? ❜

Send me "flashback" for a glimpse into my muses past

two word starters

“ don’t stop ”

“ please don’t ”

“ don’t shoot ”

“ give it ”

“ shut up ”

“ damn it! ”

“ stop it! ”

“ you’re crazy ”

“ that’s insane ”

“ get out! ”

“ don’t leave ”

“ i’m tired ”

“ that’s bad ”

“ be honest ”

“ be careful ”

“ be nice ”

“ you’re wrong ”

“ go home ”

“ watch it ”

“ fuck me ”

“ kiss me ”

“ we can’t… ”

“ we shouldn’t… ”

“ you’re perfect ”

“ that’s awful ”

[bisexualvalkyries]

I didn’t flee the conclave because I was afraid I would lose. 

I fled because I knew I would win.

[tamisera-deactivated20190911]

     He turns from her, shoulders hitched, coarse hands palming his bare scalp. “ They’ll kill you, “ he says, and the words have a terrible weight in their silence. “ They will sense you from a mile away. Your own brand of magic, pulsing. “ It’s too much. His fingers spark red, spilling along the back of his neck. Dayo shakes it all off and looks back. Sloane is here, really here. Her stare bores into his soul and has the unnerving effect of making him feel like a child again, not the man who just plucked her from the sky.

     “ Why are you here? What’s happened? “

[thesuntohismoon]

          Golden eyes swiftly track Dayo’s movements–– six paces, he favors his left leg–– and it is then that she turns her body to face him in an apparent show of interest in what it is he has to say. The crackle of his magic automatically pulls her gaze to his hands and she fights the urge that tells her to step back alongside the instinct to arm herself. Training ingrained in her for years upon years is hard to tamp down when the one thing she’s been taught to hunt is standing no more than ten feet away from her.

          But then he’s looking at her and suddenly she’s a child again staring into the face of her best friend. It appears that they’ve both forgotten what it is to smile.

          “ You wouldn’t believe me if I told you, ” she sighs, rolling her shoulders as she looks away to once more survey her surroundings. This, standing among trees that look as if they can reach the sky and bump into the cities claiming the clouds, makes her realize that the stories she had been told as a child did not do any of this justice. The vastness, the grandness, the colors, the smells–– all her mind had conjured up as a child paled in comparison. It was jarring.

[aseaofquotes]

[aseaofquotes]

Sarah Addison Allen, The Sugar Queen

[pixain-deactivated20170618]

[anyataylorjoys-deactivated20171]

[tamisera-deactivated20190911]

     Dayo can still feel the magic faint in his fingertips, running electric through his veins. Balls his hands into fists and shoves them into the folds of his coat. “ How are you here ? Why ? “ It comes out sharper than intended. He flinches and rolls back his shoulders, finally lifting his head. It’s like staring into the sun. “ If the city coven catches you … “

     No point elaborating. Sloane’s a hunter. She knows that every witch in the city will be itching to wear her skin.

[thesuntohismoon]

          Sloane’s own hands busy themselves in patting down her person, palms finding the twin obsidian blades safely tucked in their sheaths at her back. Next are the daggers tucked inside each boot. She had been stripped of her sword mere moments before her escape, but that had not been something she had had any sentimental value towards. 

          “ If the city coven catches me what? ” She queries icily, moving past his initial questions to counter with one of her own. And for the first time since he had saved her from being nothing more than a bag of broken bones–– she pegs him with a stare.

                                               ( and it makes her heart stutter in her chest, )

[lena-luthor]

insp.