the huntress falls

allison argent ---- ;once a living being. ❝ you die in the middle of your life --- in the middle of your sentence. ❞ independent teen wolf rpfor ghost!allison argent.please read about before writing. tracking: caditvenatrix CURRENTLY ON FOLLOW LIMIT AM SORRY FRIENDS

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                                        ıllıllı үσυ тнιηк үσυ нαvε αηү мσvεs ℓεғт? ıllıllı

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 тнε ραcк:

sacularius daughterstobeleaders  xarrowheart  alphajacksons  darkinherheart  umbrxs  witinski  shecoyote  diebythecode  guardianargent  silvertelum  hxntrxss  vxlified canismccall  capabilis  enforcerofthedark  redhair-and-immunity  vvulfric  herosdeath  exsolutus   xinsanire  guerrierargent  clawlessx  clamatix  slippingintoacomabored  laheytowin  laheylycan  nooglxr  hatesninjas  ofarmor  ofagony aconiitum  beanxsi  seelewandern  whatamianun

 vιcтιмs σғ cυяσsιтү:

werexcoyote xtakeyourpain  llorona  diedasavior  shatteredstiles  sheriffdilf  xinitium  devorantis  deathwailer  deathsarcher  trxstme  goldenjackson  heavensxfugitive  hegavemepower  herlastarrow  cadit-venatrix  fragumflavis  fractumbeta  ixburnyours  protegam  lostninepounds  hxrbinger  divinexbelle  axrgent

[stilskii-archive]

When I first joined this fandom I never thought I would connect so well with the amazing people within it - and trust me there are many. Each and every person that has spoken to me, sent me a meme, started a thread or plot means the world to me. I know I’m not the best roleplayer partner and I’m sure as hell not the best Stiles but it still means a lot that I was lucky enough to have such amazing people and with that I am listing them - if you aren’t on here don’t take it to heart, please.

First before I start I would personally like to thank hishowl who was my first Scott, my first follow, my first friend, and my first thread. They gave me hope that I could be decent and they helped me through a lot they are amazing and I love them for that and I wanted to thank you, thank you for having faith in me and giving me the courge to even fully join this fandom, love you.

BOLD - Means I’m most likely obsessed with the person in the not so creepy nogitsune way. Please realize this is in no order what so ever and some of these people I have threads with some I just stare from afar, get over it. If I forgot someone truly I am sorry please realize when I say every single one of you means something to me, I’m not kidding okay?

loyalxhale - huntwoods - howlinginhale - fightor-xdie - daughterleaderofmccall - glaresandscruff - noanchormccall - alphaofabeta - yodellaheyhooo - redhair-and-immunity - betawithascarf - xjolteon - laheytowin - notwittylahey - chasseressex - yourxstormwithskin - worthydefender - suitedtowin - wolfcub-mccall - improudofus - screaminglikealunatic - lovegreenbergx - clear-as-abell - divinexwildfire - blindhim - jostilinski - cadit-venatrix - nooglestuart - ofagony - wailingximmunity - jookira - intelligentfinstock - myxresponsibility - luupus - howlshewolf - fortisforbes - psychxticfreaks - scottybeammepup - capabilis - nxbleghost - betterthanstiles - enforcerofthedark - fragilewarriorx - noneverstewie - werexcoyote - itsappledipshit - pauperiudicium - ignem-corde - itsthevoices - nooglxr - vxlified - protegam - stuartxstilinski - iamyouralphanow - momma-c-stilinski - kindahategreenberg - slippingintoacomabored

Now, I’m going to do something very odd — list of my favorite Stiles blogs, the ones I look up to; which you should be following instead of me, just saying.

likestobecalledstiles - aphdinlycanthropy - stilinskiscreams - studxmuffin - xpistolmouth - notxbatman - cyclone24 - andimrobin

[cadit-venatrix]

i'm so scared for next season. scott has just lost his first love & one of his best friends. stiles might actually have dementia. derek's worst nightmare has returned and is stronger than ever and peter is a father. something is going on with deputy 2-hot-4-u already. lord have mercy on my soul come june. 

[cadit-venatrix]

[ we were       the victims            of ourselves ]

[cadit-venatrix]

does it hurt you as much as it hurts me?

[livingbyacodearchive]

  in a mere second, arms wrap around his waist.              familiar ones that have been there many               times before and have kept negative              feelings away. their embrace is always              one to be welcomed and one that has a              way of ending…..                                     far too soon.

his own arms move to wrap around her.              a smaller frame that has grown              so much over time. from a little              girl hoping to be praised for a job              well done to a warrior defending her              loved ones. lips slowly part as he              tries to keep from shedding tears.               two questions are allowed to escape.

                                  ❝ How are you here? How long do we have? ❞

[cadit-venatrix]

                she clings on for dear life,                 as if her father is the source                 of her being here, the reason                 she's returned. she can't say                 for sure why or how or how                 long, but she can definitely                 say that since she died in                 scott's arms it's all she has                 wanted --                     closure. to see him one last time.

                she breathes in, shaky and                  scared, but tough. she's allison                 argent and her father is holding                 her, she need not have a fear in                 the world. but she does. she's                 scared he'll lose her again, worried                 that she shouldn't have come here.                 not showing herself would have been wrong.

                             ❝ -- i don't know. my heart isn't beating, dad.                                    i'm dead. ❞

[cadit-venatrix]

[ APPARENTLY I HAVE TO LEAVE THE HOUSE.   I'LL BE BACK TO DO THOSE MEMES SOON MY BAES.   SUCH E M O T I O N S ]

[ballroom-baby]

Send me one "Dear---" and I'll write a letter to this person

[cadit-venatrix]

Dear person I hate,

Dear person I like,

Dear ex boyfriend,

Dear ex girlfriend,

Dear ex bestfriend,

Dear bestfriend,

Dear *anyone*,

Dear Santa,

Dear mom,

Dear dad,

Dear future me,

Dear past me,

Dear person I’m jealous of,

Dear person I had a crush on,

Dear girlfriend,

Dear boyfriend,

[cadit-venatrix]

notrobxn replied to your post:↝

i am so fucking ouTTIE.

[ CANONBALLS OUT OUT EARTH ]

[cadit-venatrix]

↝ [ & our stallison!angst war bEGINS. ]

My muse is dead and yours is playing with a ouija board. Send me a “↝” for the short phrase my muse would guide your muse’s hands to spell.

             she’s spent so long with stiles after waking,             and now he can’t see her any - more & she              doesn’t understand why. it’s not fair! it’s not             the way things are supposed to be! allison             had grown attached to him, the way the              wounded always seek the warmth of their             warriors. to her —- stiles was a warrior. he             kept fighting despite exhaustion, he stayed              in the war against evil even after allison fell             and he blamed himself.

                                     he kept breathing, kept living, kept functioning.                                     and he mourned when he truly lost her.

             she sat across from him, hands shaking as             slender digits rested upon stiles’ own. deeply,             the brunette breathed in and attempted to calm             her trembling frame. it hurt so much —- she’d              lost what wasn’t even hers, what couldn’t             be hers because of circumstance.

                                     her last words had to mean something.                                     she couldn’t keep coming back here in                                     hopes that he’d pull out the board and                                     want to talk to her —- she was g o n e.                                     he could move on, but allison would be                                     forced to watch.

             ɪ’ᴍ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴍɪss ʏᴏᴜ              ʙᴜᴛ ɪ’ʟʟ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ʙᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ, sᴛɪʟᴇs.

[inboxideas]

My muse is dead and yours is playing with a ouija board. Send me a "↝" for the short phrase my muse would guide your muse's hands to spell.

[cadit-venatrix]

lydia would never believe i was one of the good guys anyways

[notaredhawk]

      ❝What can you do that hurts more than this ? Huh ?❞      Well maybe      She should s t a r t.      Or she’s going to end up      pushing people away.

[cadit-venatrix]

                 ❝ a lot of things !                       there's so much that you don't understand ! ❞

      she can save him from her fate.       she can make sure that at least       one good person makes it out of       this town alive. because every-       one else is doomed, and allison        can't stop failing to save them.       even in the afterlife, she can't.

[livingbyacodearchive]

Is he starting to hallucinate?                                                                                     That is what this is, is it not?                                                                                      A work of imagination?

                                                                                                                                                                        He definitely knows better than this,                                                                           to not speak to a figment of his mind.                                                                         Yet, this one time feels so different.                                                                         It feels like this is no torturous trick.                                                                           Tears are close to filling his eyes.                                                                             The b u r n is so present - so real.                                                                             Lips feel shaky as they part so that                                                                           a single word can be voiced in the                                                                               form of a tentative question.                                                                                     As if to test the validity of                                                                                          the surreal scene.        

                           ❝Allison?❞

[cadit-venatrix]

             she can't find the willpower to keep              her bottom lip from trembling, and               she definitely can't stop herself from              forcing herself forward, wrapping               her entire being around the familiar,              welcome male before her.                                     her father. 

             she holds him tightly, burying her              face into the cotton of his shirt,              breathing in the familiar mixture              of cologne and family. she can't              feel the warmth of the hug, but              she remembers it, what it felt like,              to be held by the one person she              knew would never leave her.

                                  ❝ it's me, dad. ❞

[thetwinsofbeaconhills-archive]

                      ” Sounds like the start of a bad pickup line. “ 

     The joke didn’t taste as bitter as expected.      A smile found it’s way to his lips to reflect      the ease the was starting to wash over him.      as he realized the weight he had grown      accustomed to was absent. 

Yes it hurt.  It had hurt worse than anything he had felt before. He felt death come for him, eating away his body and time. It stung his eyes while it burned through his chest. And then, he felt nothing at all. 

     The memory of the pain came at a cost, a wave      of nearly escaped concern. His brother felt that      pain too. Had his been alleviated just as quickly?      For the first time they were traveling separately.      Alone. Different journeys to make. The smile      left, no longer welcome. How could he rest easy?      Would they ever cross again?

                            ” Derek told us, about you.” Aiden couldn’t talk about his pain. It was inextricably twisted and tied to Ethan, and he couldn’t talk about Ethan now.                             ”About how you killed one,                                             ——before they killed you.                             Well I got one too.” 

[cadit-venatrix]

              ❝ --- could be. i don't have much selection thanks to the whole 'being dead' thing. ❞

                                  she smirked a little in response,                                   the tiniest laugh slipping from her                                   lips and into the otherwise silent,                                   numb air. she'd not laughed to                                   much since waking up. it was...                                   sorely missed. there wasn't much                                   to joke about any - more. 

       she knew what he was feeling        all - too - well. the relief, the breathy        thank you that she'd let fall when        she'd realised she was dying. it        was gone, the responsibility she        felt, the lies she'd told, the killings,        she'd done and the sadness she'd        harvested. now, all that was left        in allison argent's heart was a        sense of protection. --- she was        protected and, in turn, would protect.

                                   she glanced up as aiden began                                    to talk again, eyebrows furrowing.                                    derek. she knew how aiden had                                    fallen somehow, knew that the                                    sword of the oni scarred him and                                    left him to bleed. 

❝ i didn't feel my death --- but i felt yours. it... burned. it ached. it spread from one place to your entire body. i didn't know if you'd felt it, but i did. it made me sick. ❞

      she didn't mention it, but the emotions       had been there too --- nothing more       than a deep - rooted sadness and love       for his brother - his other half.

[nooglxr]

          ❝   He used to talk about you, too.   ❞

[cadit-venatrix]

                ❝ all good things, i hope. ❞

[thetwinsofbeaconhills-archive]

Oh boy has Aiden been grumpy.  The transition wasn’t an easy one. Call it denial.  Or holding on. He died? Not him. Never. He was a survivor. He’d survive this too.                  Allison was his only company                for the time being.                Therefore, she got all of his venting,                his complaining, his groaning. 

"Yeah right.  Not without your bow, Legolas. I just want to figure out how to fucking manipulate things on this ‘plane’. It has to be possible, they always made that shit happen in the movies. Maybe it’d go faster if you were a better learner. “

[cadit-venatrix]

            she didn't much mind the complaining,             not most of the time. she'd complained             when she was first dead, too, to every             single person she saw. however, what             she did mind was his taunting, the way             his eyes looked so amused and his smirk             told her i dare you to tease back like she'd             ever refuse the offer.

                         she rolled her eyes at his retort,                          sticking her tongue out at him.                          allison knew she could take him,                          bow or no bow. now, it was                           mostly a question of some strategic                          tactics against him. she watched                          him with cat - like eyes as he sat                          on the corner of her bed, eyebrow                          lifted and smirk on her lips.

 ❝ we can test that theory, if you like.      --- and trust me, i've been trying.       what's the point in learning to manipulate      things with your mind when you can just      pick them up ? we're not spirits. we're a      different kind of ghost. ❞