the ropes have been unbound

independent and selective laura hale

[danirobbinhood]

Send me a '✉' for five times my muse didn't text yours, and one time they did.

[rnarvolo-deactivated20171230]

moodboards: laura and derek

[parkerwitch]

merriberri:

is “no” an emotion because i feel it

[clawslashed-blog]

I’m here for a bit! Finally! Like this for a starter as I work on drafts!

[eltonhjohn]

[childishlionessinactive-blog]

LOW ACTIVITY WARNING:

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[clawslashed-blog]

WHAT ARE YOUR MUSE’S AESTHETICS?

BOLD ANY WHICH APPLY TO YOUR MUSE. ITALICIZE WHAT THEY LIKE. REMEMBER TO REPOST & NOT REBLOG. FEEL FREE TO ADD TO THE LIST

fire. ice. water. air. earth. claws. fangs. wings. gold. diamonds. grass. leaves. trees. roses.metal. iron. rust. rain. snow. lace. silk. cotton. sun. moon. stars. blood. dirt. mud. silver.steel. sugar. salt. lavender. foxglove. glass. wood. paper. wool. fur. smoke. ash. ocean.bruises. scars. wind. spices. light. dark. paint. charcoal. wine. hard liquor. sweat. dust.bare feet. canine. feline. coffee. tea. books. scratches. petals. thorns. hay. glitter. heat. cold. steam. frost. candles. sword. dagger. staff. arrow. hammer. shield. gun. spikes. sand.rocks. roots. feathers. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. herbs. waves. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. clay. stone. brick. lions. wolves. foxes. ravens. mountains. mirrors. surfboards. dream-catchers. leather.

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[foxydenise-deactivated20180310]

[bulletforged]

     He’d always feared the extent to which Gerard had WARPED his sister’s mind, but it’s only recently that he’s seen all of the damage. Their age gap allowed him to escape their father first, any and all influence from the man by far drowned out by a much SOFTER voice  ( their mother, with all her strength and grace, a woman who died before Kate could truly feel the warmth and light that radiated from her; before Kate had absorbed enough LOVE to be saved ).  He’s been beating himself up since his sister’s death, wishing for a way to make up for such despicable actions or find some far-fetched method of time travel that’ll let him go back and fix the mess Gerard made in Kate’s head. But perhaps only he himself is to blame. He should’ve been there all along. Abandoning his little sister was a bad call.

     But Allison —– she is EVERYTHING he thinks a hunter should be; a shield between the innocent and all the dangers of the world, fighting with HONOUR to protect those in need. She makes his heart swell with both pride and unbearable FEAR. If she were to fall – his child; his precious daughter; the very best of the Argent line – it would be the end of him. “Her name is Allison. And yes she did. We don’t wanna be judged for my sister’s mistakes. Or Gerard. Just like I imagine you’d prefer not to be judged for Peter.”

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“Alison Argent. Went in for the alliteration, did you?” She’s curious about the girl, strangely. The way her father’s voice lingers on her name, the code she has chosen, this new turn of the Argent phrase. A long time ago there had been another life, another pack, hunters who could not discern between them. But the wolves knew - the wolves always knew. Knew Argent from Calavera, from every other group. Just more packs to remember, more words, more codes. She’d taken French in high-school just to keep up with the Argent lore, the history, as she knew she’d have to. Yet for all of her studying, she hadn’t learned to expect what his sister would do (hadn’t learned to expect what her uncle would do.) 

Her lip had lifted in a snarl at mention of Peter’s name, blood still bitter on her tongue. He had force-fed her death to her, she had not forgiven him. Had not spoken to him. Wanted to sink her claws into him more than she wanted nearly anything else. It was for Derek’s sake that she restrained herself. “My uncle killed me. Not sure there’s a bigger dividing line that that.” But the rest she will grudgingly admit - Chris and his daughter have proven themselves to Derek, she won’t judge them guilty for the crimes of their family.

“Look - you won my brother’s trust.That means something to me. It’s enough for now. But it’s gonna take me a minute to adapt to...all of this. Forgive me if I’m not exactly friendly.”

[clawslashed-blog]

“ you’re wrong ”

She doesn’t know what to think of him, doesn’t know whether to snarl or turn away. How quick and easy it would be to fight, for blows and blood, teeth and claws, but she won’t. She knows better. 

“Am I? Huh. First time for everything, I guess.” Oh, she’s been wrong before. Wrong as wrong could be, deadly wrong, the kind of wrong that had ended with her uncle’s claws and searing pain. It wouldn’t be the first time, wouldn’t be the last. Wrong came with right, as leading came with following, her mother had not taught her for nothing. 

“Wrong about what? Exactly.” 

[sullenalpha-blog]

          — Family. That’s all that ran through Derek’s mind when he smelled the other wolf. He didn’t know who OR how they got into his loft. Derek wasn’t even sure why they were there. But, they were and in that moment he was relieved to have gotten a call. It wasn’t Cora or Peter. Those smells were far too familiar and NOT this. This was tinged with death, stale blood and dirt. There was mildew that assaulted his senses and clung to the stranger’s (not exactly stranger’s) clothing. 

            His name served only to confuse Derek. Until that bell was rung– but, it couldn’t be. There was no way… Laura? He was almost too scared to say her name out loud. Like it was some kind of cruel joke. But, before he even had a chance to reel himself in Derek felt the name tumbling from his lips. ❝Laura?❞ It had to be– but, it couldn’t be. There was no way for her to be back. Was there? 

          Taking a few more hesitant steps forward Derek narrowed his eyes until they adjusted to the dark. Turning on the lights seemed unnecessary at the moment and honestly he didn’t know that he would see OR how ready to face life Laura actually was. ❝Is it really— how did you— when— Laura what happened?❞

[clawslashed-blog]

She woke to dark and dirt and the desperate desire to breath, clawing at her chest, clawing her out of new-life stupor, woke to an empty forest and an empty town, woke to scents familiar and strange. (Derek, yes, and Peter too - she had caught his trace, kept eyes wide-peeled, hadn’t seen him.) Had found this empty loft with her brother written all over it, and all that time she had been wondering why. Why her, why here, why now, but with her name spoken by his voice, she knows the answer. Knows part of it, anyway, has known it all along. For blood, for pack, for family. For Derek most of all.

A bark of a laugh, hoarse and low. “Of course it’s me, stupid, who else would it be?” But she’s closer to crying than to laughing, keeping it in check as best she can.

Hesitant steps closer, trying not to startle him, knowing she must look more ghost than wolf. She wants to pull him into her arms but she won’t - can’t - not yet. (Doesn’t want to surprise him more than she has already, doesn’t want to leave the scent of death on his clothes.)

“I don’t know. Dont’ know how and I don’t really know when - a couple nights ago, I guess, I just...woke up.” And though she’s trying for a casual note, there’s something tense and straining in her voice, confused and lost as she has never been before, not even after the fire. Then, at least, she had known what to do: protect Derek, get him out of Beacon Hills, heal and wait. Now? Now, she has no clue at all. “I caught your scent, followed it here, but you were gone.”

[strvdivarius]

but if you ever think it’s a bad time to send me headcanons just consider this

its not

[clawslashed-blog]

         - - GIRLS && WOLVES - BOTH HAVE SHARP TEETH

[sillyoldwolf]

[gri-clover]

AU: Laura Hale is a new alpha in town and someone has taken notice.

“I can’t tell if the demented gleam in your eye is nostalgia or the thought of viciously maiming our enemies.”

“Live a little, Der, who says it’s not both?”

This is why I’m drawing Laura as Meghan Ory now :) love this!! :D 

[romulanspy]

*actually cares very deeply but acts like an asshole*

[mono--e--mono]

[southerncomfortoutlaw-a-blog]

The thanks didn’t go unnoticed even a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips as a chuckle fell from lips. “Well it seems who ever my parents were they thought naming me after the gurdian of the Underworld was a good idea. None the less that’s my name Cer sits well with me as well.’” he teased, moving to stand after the wolf shook hands. “Laura? Well let me get a bag so I can strap it to my bike. Which way ya headed?” He asked, glancing up towards the ever so darkening clouds above. 

Off in the distance a rool of thrunder boomed over the little town as lighting flashed. “One sec.” He smirked running inisde to grab a few bags to gather the groceries in. Running back across the parking lot. Cerberus began to bag up the fallen groceries. “I’m new in town so where’s the best place to grab a burger?” he asked, tieing the first bag up handing it over as thunder raored over head. He jumped slightly more so at the noise and out of surprise than fear. 

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Who ever they were. That’s not a phrasing she could miss, but it’s none of her business. She doesn’t have time for stories, either - Derek’s going to be missing her soon enough, it’s going to start raining, there’s no use in asking questions like that of someone she’d just met. “The motel just off the highway. Just south of here.”  

She looks up at the roll of thunder, tracing the sky with her eyes - the clouds rolling in, lighting’s strike. Sees it all with perfect clarity, without feeling quite as she used to - without feeling the storm at all. There was a numbness that had settled over her like a shroud, a numbness that had settled just after the spike of feeling that had been her mother’s strength.(It’ll come back someday, she knows, all things have to, they leave and come back again, but this is different.) “I just got here myself,” she says, taking the bag passed to her. “Just passing through. I don’t know anywhere around here.” She’d stopped through a McDonald’s with Derek, but she hardly guessed that was the best place to grab a burger.