* SHADOW.

independent vanasha from horizon: zero dawn. written by jam.

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i’m dead 2 the world but i offer this

[jerzee55z]

In the rays of sunset © Rock Rider

[dbtl]

[sorarikuarchive]

Pitchcliff, horizon zero dawn

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somebody make a vanasha so we have twin aus where one dresses in veils and gold and wields a battleaxe and the other has the headgear and the bow and the armour ?????????? hello why u sleepin on this

best part ? they both have abs u would Die for

[defiantsuggestion]

Wear your scars proudly. Whatever tried to kill you failed.

[lostcap]

You sleep coiled; tightly wound. Hands are fists beneath pillows, clenched above cotton sheets. You are at war, even in your dreams.

Rest Achilles, the world will wait | p.d (via p.d vulpe)

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☼ * ◦  tranquilhearted.  s e r e n i t y.

             ❝or at least attempting to – understandably, there are even risks in preparation. sometimes, unavoidable.❞ sincerity settles into her words as she speaks, casting a moment’s glance to vanasha. slowly but surely, serenity’s learning something; it’ll take time for her to really get the hang of things, but she knows that in a case like this, she’ll have to learn to depend more on herself, than others. vanasha’s a good teacher, in that respect. ❝i figure, at least it’s not dark, so there’s more of an opportunity to see what’s around, versus being dependent on low light and straining ears to listen for things that can’t be seen.❞ ( because as comforting and shadowing as the dark is for your own intentions, it’s a double-edged sword. ) those uncharted places, soon enough, will have to be explored – she’s right about that. ❝i don’t think i’ll be truly ready – no one’s ever really ready for those kinds of things. but it’ll light a fire under my ass and get me moving, that’s for sure.❞

❛           if you ask me,  that’s half the fun.          ❜          optimism emanates from her in abundance,  drenching her veil and tongue in one broad-brushed stoke of humour.          it’s a persona so pristinely practiced to the most acute degree,  even vanasha finds it tedious at times to differentiate between the veneer and visage.          ❛          well,  you know what they say     ——     NO RISK,  NO REWARD.         ❜           come dusk,  their efforts would be futile at best,  so while time is in their favour,  she makes a start,  surprisingly nimble and showing little sign of fatigue as vanasha only can do.          ❛          good enough an incentive for me ;   just how high do you feel the chances are of finding ourselves a working hot tub ?          i’ll settle for a warm shower if need be.         ❜          the realistic outcome of finding neither need not be pointed out,  the grim weight of their world apparent in their surroundings.

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get ur champagne out bc ya girl vanasha FINALLY has a page on the hzd wiki !!

[the-final-sentence]

I endure.

E. Lockhart, from We Were Liars (via the-final-sentence)

[dvoyd]

(HOW DID YOU SURVIVE?) they ask. how much did they have you bleed; how long did they make you suffer; how low did they force you down; how dark did they tint your dreams?    —until you had their blood glistening on your teeth;    —until your suffering paled in comparison to their own;    —until it was their throats pinned under your boot;    —until you learned to enjoy the sounds of screams.                                                        (I DIDN’T.) you reply.

to defeat monsters: become the greater monster | m.a.w (via dvoyd)

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☼ * ◦ devoutcast.  a l o y.

        calloused digits ( from draw after draw of bow’s string ) curl gently upon their loss; & she watches. grin the other offers not settling much of aloy’s uncertain demeanor only coax prominent brows to raise. she never fails to be a gold glittering box of mystery, does she? an honorable one. so with one last curious squint of greens the huntress will turn, tone stuttering with puzzled amusement.  “ … is– this some sort of sundom game i’m not aware of ?? “

          ❛           you think meridian troubles itself with trivial notions of games ?          ❜          her indication is in jest,  her grin audible even when one’s back is turned     ——     vanasha couldn’t feign solemn gravitas if she tried.          svelte fingertips are nonetheless cautious in their approach,  raking gingerly through auburn tresses and unable to dismiss the comparison to flames toppling down her shoulders as lava from a volcano,  a natural disaster in her own birthright.          it doesn’t burn to the touch,  nimble in threading sprigs of the blossoms through loose hair and braids alike.          ❛           it’s gorgeous hair,  merchants tell no lie.          ❜

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aw heck!! thank you so very much for the follow! <3 vanasha's gorgeous i love her, and your writing is fantastic!!

thanks angel   !   apologies for not gettin to this sooner,  but my activity on here’s pretty sporadic     —     either way,  this means a hell of a lot to me since not many people know vanasha,  and she’s pretty minor within her own fandom,  so i’m honoured that you’re enjoying my take on her (~:

[ghostdives]

[makeuphall]

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“Not all my feelings involve stabbing.”

☼ * ◦  dragon age: inquisition sentences.  accepting.

          ❛          mine do !          ❜          an unabashed exclamation flutters from her tongue as intrepidly as if she’d been making casual conversation,  perhaps of the glittering jewels at her wrists,  or the diaphanous silks that encase her stature.          ❛          ——well,  on tuesdays,  thursdays,  and sundays.          the rest is free game.          it’s quite the way to live.          ❜          blade in her hand is spun with proficiency,  adept digits making quick work of the handle at her fingertips.          ❛          i’m a far bigger fan of doing rather than thinking.          otherwise,  how do you expect to get anything done ?          ❜

[guremahi]

1. she’s like silk, slippery and hard to hold, but oh so soft and always a comfort after a long day. she’s like silk, but she is too expensive, and you can’t keep her. 2. she’s like coffee, too weak or too cold, never “just right,” but always welcome when the sun has yet to rise. she’s like coffee, but she makes your hands shake, and you can’t have her. 3. she’s like a storm, terribly frightening and dangerous, but, god, she’s beautiful. she’s like a storm, but she’ll hurt you, and you’re afraid of her. 4. she’s like the sun, giving everything in the world life and prosperity, but sometimes she is too radiant to be around. she’s like the sun, but she’ll burn you, and you’ll never be able to look at her. 5. she’s like the stars, far away but absolutely brilliant, shining and twinkling despite all they’ve been through. she’s like the stars, but she is explosions and disaster, and you can’t reach her. 6. she’s everything, all around you and around everyone else, but the world’s sorrows carry through her like disease. she’s everything, but she’s hurting and she’s killing, and you’re already dying.

she’s in your eyes, your heart, and your mind—and you can’t let her go (via everyvictory)