Something Wicked This Way Comes

Cleansing  Blood  with   silver _________________________ Private && Selective Shauna Vayne of League of Legends Hunted by Lolita

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do you know how long i waited for that fruit?    me in the fields,  the sunlight on my hair a crown.    sweat on my palms glittering like starbursts carved in marble,  teeth sharp as athena’s sword.    he took one look at me and broke the earth open for desire.

            ahri     ﹡    by  honeybee     ﹡    since  2015.

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shefox replied to your post: hyperventilates about monster girls

oh my god im gunna be usin this for art from now on this is amazing

RIGHT GOD

i’ve made three of them so far and i love them all dearly x x x

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hyperventilates about monster girls

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quietly:          i made a cosmic queen ashe blog here u go im weak i love space

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quietly:          i made a cosmic queen ashe blog here u go im weak i love space

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she wasn’t edgy enough for noxus

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❛ I am not the girl I used to be. I am no longer desirable, I’m off-putting in some way. It’s as if people can see the damage written all over me, can see it in my face, the way I hold myself, the way I move. ❜

the girl on the train / a. / @silverveined​

     the scent of autumn crocuses drift past her. her girlhood remembers it well. it was the scent of open courtyards with fountains sculpted from alabaster, gardens which truly introduced the beauty of color among flowers—roses, petunias, amaryllis, crocuses, there were too many to name, too many to love. the children flocked to the courtyard when their fathers were too busy sitting in council to mind them, and the maids, bless their old soul, would always watch on the marble benches placed between shrubs.

     once, as the maids watched in horror, fiora pricked herself on a thorny shrub. playfully sparring with a boy, she backed herself into the thick foliage, her limbs caught on twigs and vines, bare skin bleeding with various cuts. before the maids could do anything, a girl whose face she could not remember, but whose hands were as warm as the sunlit autumn, pulled her up from her embarrassment. she smelled the crocuses, then, in the gardens of House Vayne.

     shauna’s home has not changed, however much they may choose to gossip. fiora hears shauna speak, but she does not reply yet, her hand running through the leaves, lifting the flowers and watching them rest daintily on her fingers. 

     ❝ tell me, lady vayne, how are your hands now? ❞ she finally says. ❝ are they still pale and unblemished? perhaps a little bit rougher, large and grown now? ❞ the thorns brush against the satin fabric of her gloves but do little to scratch her. ❝ or are they scarred across the skin, all jagged lines with unspeakable tales? ❞

     fiora plucks a flower, turning around to face shauna with the flower sitting between her fingers.

     ❝ perhaps, you are no longer desirable, but instead something to be feared in their eyes. something dangerous. powerful, ❞ fiora says, as she walks towards shauna and, lifting shauna’s hand in hers, places the crocus in her palm. ❝ and i find, my lady vayne, that is something much more breathtaking than beauty. ❞ 

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shefox‌:

         a steel-tipped arrow,  she recognized,  was lodged betwixt the ribs of a fresh kill.  ahri was not certain what form of creature had fallen in her woods,  but it reeked of something ominous,  and the one who’d slain it surely was something else entirely.  it put her at edge.  ears pinned to the back of her skull and alabaster tails shifted about her small frame,  as if they had a mind of their own.

sticky blood was rubbed between her two fingers,  before she wiped it off on the grass—ahri was not particularly inclined to lick the blood of a foreign beast.  besides,  it smelled off.  curious,  she poked at it’s bones,  losing herself in her fascination until the hardly audible crunching of leaves beneath boots pervaded sensitive ears,  hailing from the dark brush beyond.  ahri sat on her haunches,  waiting,  though ready to flee at a moment’s notice.

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BEWARE THE FINAL HOUR

That had been the last spawn of the group she had put down only moments prior. The runt of the litter that had chosen to run instead of fight with its brethren. A wise decision, she thought as she began looking over the scrapes and cuts she had gained during the scuffle. With its alpha down, the weakest, smallest was better off trying to outrun the danger rather than trying to fight it. Unfortunately, this danger was an APEX PREDATOR.

Shauna knew the silver would kill the thing quickly and quietly from the inside out, so she didn’t rush to confirm her kill. Instead, she took a moment to clean and bandage her wounds as best she could with what supplies she had. One slash across her thigh had been deeper than she first realized. Blood soaked through the white cloth. She huffed and ignored it. Time to move.

Expecting to see a lone carcass, the wafting fluff of white tails stopped Shauna in her tracks. An even larger beast, come to feast on her kill? No, not quite. Seemingly just as she had spotted it, it must have heard her. Or, rather --  SHE must have heard her. No beast, but a humanoid. Ears that resembled some sort of canine species maybe? The layered tails confused the veteran monster slayer, having not heard the Ionian folk tales. She did, however, understand the existence of vastaya. Was that what this was? Ah, no time for questions now, she knows you’re here. Crossbow held up at the ready, the Huntress stepped from the treeline slowly, watching the other intently.

          “ Do you speak, creature? ”

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trying to hard reset my sleep schedule by staying up like 30 hours and going to bed at a normal time.

sleep induced delirium? falling asleep on the keyboard? best time to write, apparently

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oh my fu--

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sorry for the lack of anything on this blog. been kinda just. enjoying life tbh

semi - hiatus probs. lurking often tho.

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TAGGED BY: @fxlgurkinesis blessed light baby

1ST RULE: tag 9 muses you would like to know better.

TAGGING: aaaaaaa just steal it pls making decisions is hard

2ND RULE: BOLD the statements that are true for our muse. ( italicized for verse dependant. )

APPEARANCE:

I am 5'7" or taller. I wear glasses. I have at least one tattoo. I have at least one piercing. I have blonde hair. I have brown eyes. I have short hair. My abs are at least somewhat defined. I have or have had braces. PERSONALITY:

I love meeting new people. People tell me that I’m funny. Helping others with their problems is a big priority for me. I enjoy physical challenges. I enjoy mental challenges. I’m rude with people. I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it. There is something I would change about my personality. ABILITY:

I can sing well. I can play an instrument. I can do over 30 pushups without stopping. I’m a fast runner. I can draw well. I have a good memory. I’m good at doing math in my head. I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute. I have beaten at least 2 people in arm wrestling. I know how to cook at least 3 meals from scratch. I know how to throw a proper punch. HOBBIES:

I enjoy playing sports. I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else. I’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else. I have learned a new song in the past week. I work out at least once a week. I’ve gone for runs at least once a week. I have drawn something in the past month. I enjoy writing. I do or have done martial arts. EXPERIENCES:

I have had my first kiss. I have had alcohol. I have scored the winning goal in a sports game. I have watched an entire season of a TV show in one sitting. I have been at an overnight event. I have been in a taxi. I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year. I have beaten a video game in one day. I have visited another country. I have been to one of my favourite band’s concerts. RELATIONSHIPS:

I’m in a relationship. I have a crush on a celebrity. I have a crush on someone I know. I have been in at least 3 relationships. I have never been in a relationship. I have asked someone out or admitted my feelings to them. I get crushes easily. I have had a crush on someone for over a year. I have been in a relationship for at least a year. I have had feelings for a friend. MY LIFE:

I have at least one person I consider a “best friend”. I live close to my school. My parents are still together. I have at least one sibling. There is snow right now where I live. I have hung out with a friend in the past month. I have a smartphone. I have at least 15 CD’s. I share my room with someone. RANDOM SHIT:

I have breakdanced. I have had a teacher with a last name that’s hard to pronounce. I have dyed my hair. I’m listening to one song on repeat right now. I have punched someone in the past week. I know someone who has gone to jail. I have broken a bone. I have eaten a waffle today. I know what I want to do with my life. I speak at least 2 languages. I have made a new friend in the past year.

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                             memories do not always soften with time                                      some grow edges like knives