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“ wh– i’m not fluffy! i’m terrifying! ” the next kid to point at her was gonna get a face full of whatever this soft, powdery white stuff on the ground was, she swears–!
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YOUR ANIMAL FAMILIAR.
WOLF.
the wolf is an animal that is both revered and hated in its symbolism. oftentimes, the negative idea of wolves is as an aggressive, instinctive creature that is distrusting of others. in other views, it is seen as a intuitive and free; a representation of the beauty of the wild and the great unknown. in a similar way, you are seen differently depending on the viewpoint of others. you may come off as dark or intimidating at first, but are undeniably loyal to those who have gained your trust.
a wolf familiar guides their master's instincts and decisions, lets them know who they can trust, and protects them.
this familiar represents---
intelligence
distrust of people
strong loyalty
unpredictability
mystery
freedom
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send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse ---
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PYRRHICLEGEND.
To an outsider, indeed it might have looked like he was crazy, picking a fight with half a dozen men or so. In some other reality, that was a death wish. But for Achilles? This was just another day of his rightful arrogance attracting the scorn of those lesser than himself. Like always, their insults and threats bounced off of him harmlessly, while his boasting struck deeply at their nerves, inciting a skirmish for their bruised prides. Achilles didn’t mind; ignoring them would simply make them turn their anger against others. Better make himself the target instead, he thought.
While the ancient Greek hero would rather match his might with someone of equal caliber or more, these thugs needed pacifying. So, when it came to blows… well, their superior numbers were worth nothing. Hell, the heroic spirit barely moved from his spot, flooring anyone that dared be foolish enough to blindly charge at him.
But when one thug thought he was being smart to attempt a literal backstabbing(not that a puny knife would ever do Achilles any harm), someone thought to intervene. A child, from the Servant’s perspective. But a curious one, at that; her form brought to mind his admired huntress. “Just their pitiful attempt at a fight,” Achilles responded, an arrogant shrug of his shoulders to accompany his scathing words.
Without missing a beat, he casually backhands the other would-be attacker, his gaze still lingering on the young woman that was kind enough to lend a hand. “The warning is appreciated, but not needed. Hey kid, what you did was fine, but did you think it through?” This time, it was his turn to jab a finger in her general direction. More friends have arrived to join in on the painfully one-sided brawl. “Or did you plan to attract their ire as well? Either way, their eyes have fallen on you too, now.”
so he thought he was all that, huh? she knew his type. if he thinks for a second she can’t handle herself against a few morons who didn’t know how to work a knife, he had another thing coming. with a twitch of her ear toward her shoulder, she need only glance before strafing aside to avoid the impending attack.
maintaining a smirk, catra retaliated in kind by throwing her claws into her opponent’s cheek, disturbing his balance, and vaulted over his back to clear the fray. to add insult to injury, she pushed off with a foot to the back of his head, forcing him upon his downed friend. with them in a tidy heap, she straightened, dusting off a shoulder and curling her lip at the other.
“ i don’t remember asking. ” this wasn’t the fright zone, or the whispering woods, but she had to keep her rep up somehow, and she definitely wasn’t about to take advice from a stranger who managed to tick off a whole gang of guys all on his own.
“ pff, what’d you do to make ‘em so angry anyways? call them names? look at them funny? ” the force captain let his warnings roll off her back, before noting a new challenger at her back. “ scratch that-- i don’t care. ” and she dropped low, ducking under his lunge and lashing out with a foot, shoving it into his gut and sending him staggering back. they really were underestimating her, just like everyone else did.
big mistake.
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Anyone get that “my childhood was stolen and it’s not fair” kind of angry
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You owe no one your forgiveness.
➤ POETRY STARTERS | not accepting.
it felt like she’d been waiting so long, years almost, for someone to tell her that. even coming from a stranger, who didn’t know her from a hole in the ground, it was of some sort of comfort. was that weird? she just wanted to be told that, just once, to have her anger justified somehow, in some way. but then she remembered: he couldn’t possibly understand, no matter the empathy touching his words, and her ears lowered.
she could hear all the ghosts talking to her again, see the faces she had tried so hard to forget, and the memories she wanted to bury. catra screwed her eyes shut, as if to banish the thoughts and purge her head of all the noise. everything was just so loud…!
“ … no. ” her sharpened gaze found the other then, snapping that determined fire, “ i don’t owe anyone anything. ”
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Her feelings she’s hides, her dreams she can’t find.
She’s losing her mind, she’s falling behind.
She can’t find her place, she’s losing her faith.
She’s falling from grace, she’s all over the place.
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perhaps the fates brought us together after all.
➤ ASSASSIN’S CREED SENTENCE MEME | not accepting.
“ seriously? you believe in that stuff too? ” catra unraveled her folded arms, perching a hand on her cocked hip. yeesh, was she ever gonna escape all this talk about destiny or whatever? “ then ‘ the fates ’, wherever they are, don’t know what they’re doing– that, or they have a weird sense of humour. ” and she wasn’t laughing.
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you worry too much.
➤ ASSASSIN’S CREED SENTENCE MEME | accepting.
whoa, he needed to back up, or she was going to make him. what made him think he knew anything about her? who was this guy?
“ the only thing i’m ‘ worrying ’ about right now is getting a good night’s sleep. ” she deflected him coolly, “ with you talking, i’m not so sure. ”
#theonecalledfailure#➤ ... INCOMING TRANSMISSION.#〚 ᴛʀᴀɴsᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠᴇᴅ: MEME. 〛#b'scuUUUSE ME PRINCESS
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BOLD ANY FEARS WHICH APPLY TO YOUR MUSE. italicise what makes them uncomfortable.
the dark ⋆ fire ⋆ open water ⋆ deep water ⋆ being alone ⋆ crowded spaces ⋆ confined spaces ⋆ change ⋆ failure ⋆ war ⋆ loss of control ⋆ powerlessness ⋆ prison ⋆ blood ⋆ drowning ⋆ suffocation ⋆ public speaking ⋆ natural animals ⋆ the supernatural ⋆ heights ⋆ death ⋆ dying ⋆ intimacy ⋆ rejection ⋆ abandonment ⋆ loss ⋆ the unknown ⋆ the future ⋆ not being good enough ⋆ scary stories ⋆ speaking to new people ⋆ poverty ⋆ loud noises ⋆ being touched ⋆ forgetting ⋆ being forgotten ⋆ disappointing
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assassin’s creed sentence meme . taken from ac: odyssey , adjust pronouns or sentence structure if needed. part one.
let us meet our fate, shall we?
i’ve never been so lucky in my life.
you’re the boss.
this shit happens every week.
i can’t keep doing this.
thanks for the warning.
what happened to you?
i’ll try to put in a good word for you.
i wish you would have told me that before they hit me.
i’m a fast learner.
you want me to collect my own debt?
how do you want to handle this one?
are you alright?
you have to be stronger than that.
don’t give in.
you worry too much.
you don’t look so good.
that’s already been taken care of. by me.
it’s hot, i’m in a bad mood, and you’re going to pay.
are you out of your fucking mind?
i won’t do all the dirty work.
he wouldn’t be after me if it wasn’t for you.
you know me. always prepared.
get to the point.
better be worth something.
i think that’s enough for one day.
i can never catch a break, can i?
why are you here?
that’s why it will cost you.
you’re not being very helpful.
did he hurt your feelings?
you want it? go get it.
perhaps the fates brought us together after all.
you can’t go where i’m going.
i need to be alone.
you haven’t seen the last of me.
you can’t let this happen.
look at me.
i know what must be done.
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OLYMPIAN AESTHETICS.
APHRODITE
laughter-loving, sweet smiles, dressed in silk and satin, flower in their hair, thrives on attention, sees the world as a runway, unapologetically sexual, the sea washing their ankles, in love with love, stirrer of passion, cunning concealed by painted lips, secret daggers, doves, revolution in their kiss, delighting in the waves, flirtatious winks, strolling along the beach, staring wistfully from a balcony, this is how to be a heartbreaker, your girlfriend thinks they’re attractive, wants to be adored, gets turned on by danger.
APOLLO
glitz and glamour, art galleries, turning the volume up, being made of gold, neatly-organized music sheets, notebooks filled with poetry, bathing in the sunlight, the powerful urge to create, collecting vinyl records, beautiful cover of wonderwall, playing multiple instruments, tasting like sunshine, healing touch, speaking in prophecies, smile mingled wrath, sporting shades, hanging out at music festivals with their friends, sleeps naked, arrow to the heart, paint brushes, probably has a Tinder account.
ARES
armed for battle, wants to raise a dog with their significant other, soft spot for children, gives piggyback rides, scarred body, blood on their hands and face, willing to fight the world for the ones they love, warm hugs, well-worn combat boots, boxing gloves, bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles, fists raised in protest, ignites revolutions, fear is a prison, more sensitive than what their tough shell will make you think, exhausted, force to be reckoned with, red roses, curses under their breath.
ARTEMIS
keen sense of a hunter, freckles like constellations on their skin, piercing eyes, disheveled braid, moonlight peeking through the shadows, the calm of the forest at night, lying on the grass and staring at the stars, mother doe and her fawn, protecting their kin, the moon shimmering on a still lake, quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree, running with wolves, bonding while circled around a campfire, not being much of a people person, arrow hitting a target, popping egos, patience on 3%, touches heaven and returns howling.
ATHENA
discerning gaze, unreadable face, the patience of a lifelong teacher, quiet museums, owl perched on their finger, armor that intimidates, eye for architecture, plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses, studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid, big fan of logic, loves brain teasers, go-getter, balls of wool displayed on shelves, ancient buildings, hair done up, can kill you with their brain, heads to the library often to research, sharpened pencils, abs that can cut steel, stoic statues, pottery classes.
DEMETER
soil-covered hands, smile that can bloom flowers, skin loved by the sun, being the mom-friend, can lift you and your friends, flowers kept in the pockets of overalls, takes pride in their beautiful garden, speaks to their plants, leaves rustling in the wind, stalks of wheat, picking fruit, greenhouses, heart as strong as a mountain, values simplicity, daisies dotted across a collarbone, curls crowned with flowers, folded pile of sweaters in warm hues, pulling out fresh-baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air.
DIONYSUS
drunk shitposter, on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second, seductive smirks, untamed curls, rich fabrics on dark skin, sleek-furred panthers, theater masks, stage productions, receiving a standing ovation, rose caught between their teeth, being the baby of the bunch, wild parties that last from sundown to sunup, creeping vines, inspiring loyalty, grand opera houses, masquerade balls, rolls of film, shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine-spilled floor, pouring champagne into flutes, lives for the applause.
HEPHAESTUS
sweaty brow, flame burning in their eyes, inventive mind, broad shoulders, steampunk goggles, nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes, ashes, striking a match, blueprints for future projects, fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades, wrestles with bitterness, work boots have seen better years, wrinkled plaid shirts, iron melted in blazing fire, huge jackets, crafting masterpieces, greased-stained overalls, fascination with robotics, pain is fuel, stack of weaponry, even their muscles have muscles.
HERA
resting bitch face, dressed to the nines, cows grazing on a pasture, cool rain, loving and hating fiercely, hand clutching a string of pearls, large chandelier with glittering crystals, plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims, romance to realism, pictures of the sky while flying on a plane, files that under fuck it, downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix, like their selfie or you’re grounded, knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man, dark eyes that penetrate your soul, marble and gold.
HERMES
devil-may-care smile, ink-stained hands, always up-to-date on the latest technology, will steal your french fries, does it for the vine, shitposter, puts googly eyes on everything, meme hoarder, long drives on the highway, ma and pop diners, spontaneous road trips, folded maps, fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop, shooting hoops on the basketball court, chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations, goes jogging in the morning, mixes redbull with coffee, menace on april fool’s, hoodies and sneakers.
POSEIDON
storm with skin, colorful coral reefs, waves crashing against the shore, the sea casting its spell, stroking the soft fur of a cat, their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop, tousled locks, clothes smeared with paint, owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns for more, leather jackets, fondness for diy projects, handwriting that flows across the page, nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin, velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams, mood as ever-changing as the sea, the roar of a motorcycle, compass with a spinning arrow.
ZEUS
thunder in their heart, running on coffee cocaine, flash of lightning, natural charisma, eloquence, badass in a nice suit, aficionado of history, force of nature, lenny face, pretends they don’t have feelings but they do, nightmare-filled nights, proud arm around their lover’s waist, high-rise buildings, planes soaring through a cloudless sky, technician on the piano, maintains order, strong handshake, juggling multiple events on their busy calendar with ease, most likely to be voted class president out of their peers, expensive watch
TAGGING: anyone who would like to do it!
TAGGED BY: no-one!
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‘ did it really happen if i can’t remember it ? ’
‘ but you kept trying , didn’t you ? ’
‘ how can someone be too young to be in love ? ’
‘ i will never forgive you ’
‘ you have been the star of each and every one of my nightmares ’
‘ i’m sorry if i wasn’t the child you had in mind ’
‘ i only ever wanted to make you proud ’
‘ silence has always been my loudest scream ’
‘ i used to think i was broken ’
‘ i’ve always felt like a stranger in my skin ’
‘ i still wonder who i would have been ’
‘ i didn’t realize i could be my own knight ’
‘ i’m not scared of the monsters hidden underneath my bed ’
‘ some names will always be cursed ’
‘ i have so much love to give , but no one ever wants it ’
‘ in all my dreams i could find myself picking my teeth out of the carpet ’
‘ i’m sick to death of everyone telling me how strong i am ’
‘ death is one of the senses ’
‘ children are not meant to die before their parents ’
‘ fate is a fucking lie ’
‘ everyone i love leaves ’
‘ i’m terrified down to my very roots that there are parts of myself that can never be filled ’
‘ fuck the idea that there is such a thing as destiny ’
‘ the pain did not make me a better person ’
‘ i burned the bridges to all the things i could not repair ’
‘ i would thank you , but we both know you don’t deserve it ’
‘ i bet you regret making an enemy out of me ’
‘ you can hate me forever if that’s what you really want ’
‘ hurting others is a choice ’
‘ you can have my forgiveness but you can’t have me ’
‘ please believe me when i say revenge was never my intention ’
‘ i am strong enough for anything ’
‘ i am so glad we were born during the same lifetime ’
‘ i may not believe in fate , but i believe in you ’
‘ i am allowed to live my life ’
‘ do not waste a minute mourning me ’
‘ maybe you should start treating people better for a change ’
‘ it is a fucking tragedy when the world does not stop for you when you give it every last drop of your blood ’
‘ your failures are just what happened — they don’t have to be who you are ’
‘ you have to keep moving forward ’
‘ don’t allow the world to take your kindness ’
‘ you owe no one your forgiveness ’
‘ love is never a weakness ’
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✦ @mistgrown.
she remembered this kind of darkness, the kind that was full of ghosts; old recollection haunting her every step, every rhythmic tap of a bare foot falling against something cold and hard. it was all she could hear, their echo the only thing keeping her company. it stopped bothering her after a while, and she drove a cold gaze into the edge of the lake she would eventually happen upon.
nothing ground-breaking there, just a girl staring solemnly back-- eugh, why did she look like that? she’d done what she needed to do, now she can finally let go. wasn’t that what she wanted?
in an attempt to wash away the exhaustion, the force captain lowered to her knees at the bank of the lake, gingerly gathered some water into her palms, and splashed it over her face. shaking off the excess, she swiped the back of her rest over her eyes. she was never a big fan of water, but maybe it’d do her some good just this once.
dropping her arm, she peered into her reflection again-- and found a sad little kid staring back at her. her brows drew together tightly and she forgot herself a moment, disarmed by her own uncertainties... before she made her thoughts her own again, and with a yell, plunged her claws into the water, shattering the image of her own face shimmering upon its surface.
dragging deep gashes through the memories, sweeping her hands side to side in a savage frustration now, catra tossed water aside toward an unsuspecting stranger in her rage, shortly after glaring daggers their way, flaring, “ what’re you looking at?! ”
#mistgrown#✦ MISTGROWN.001.#catra no banana...#i hope this works for you!#let me know if you need anything changed!
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✦ @hinanojishin.
“ ... what is that? ” she asked no-one in particular, ears and tail raised in alert and fur on end.
the sight of it had ruffled her nerves, and she didn’t even know what it was-- something small and colourful that made no sound as it departed its leaf and fluttered closer. whatever, she didn’t need to know to take a swipe at it once it dared her personal space, tickling her nose and dancing about her head. was it trying to attack her or something? was this its best shot? she was expecting a little more danger, but this was just annoying, what the heck was its deal?
lowering her ears, she grabbed at it again with a swift lunge of her claws, this time caging it in her fingers, within which it flapped its little wings wildly. reeling in her hand, catra scrutinised its frantic efforts to escape coolly, brow lowering. to her albeit veiled surprise, it ceased its struggles after a moment, and just... relaxed in her palm. even when she unfurled her fingers, exposing it to freedom once more, it remained. bristling, she shook it off impatiently, punctuating the motion with a frustrated “ ugh! ”... only for it to circle back and perch upon her nose.
oh, great-- now it wouldn’t leave her alone.
“ hey. ” so she addressed the first person she saw with a hard look, “ what is this thing, and how do i get rid of it? ” more a demand than a question, really. she wasn’t in the mood for this.
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