#journclisms

[trustinginthelight]

journclisms replied to your post: “He may not reward your idiocy, but he does reward...

“ When was the last time I rewarded you on THAT? ”

“Every day, whenever you kiss me. It’s a direct contribution to the stupid shit I do and say. Sorry t’break it to ya,”

[villrhjarta]

bold of you to assume she still wouldn’t snatch a child out of the schoolyard at this hour. 

[villrhjarta]

don’t tempt her, rabbit child. she can change that pretty easily.

[villrhjarta]

Normally the wandering woman would never let herself be caught so close to any sort of signs of a community, and these kids could not have made their hunting grounds any more obvious if they tried, but today was one of desperation. She needed furs, rabbit fur specifically, and something to eat before things got any worse than they already were.

The first rabbit was incredibly easy to get. She found it caught in one of their traps and killed it to take for herself. Unfortunately, it was too small to be enough for her needs all on its own, she was going to need another one, a bigger one.

Valin didn’t have a chance to start looking for the den herself before sharp ears caught on to the sound of someone coming her way. Rather than take off running, as she normally would have, the woman took cover behind a nearby tree.Knife in hand as she watched him do her job for her, scaring the rabbits out of hiding until there were several of them hopping away in different directions.

One of those directions happened to be right where she was hiding...

Snikt

She was much faster than the kid or the rabbit and before he could draw his bow her knife was already flying through the air. Thrown with enough force that it sank deep into the animal’s body, killing it instantly. Perfect. It was even close to the size that she wanted. Now she just had to go get it without being shot with an arrow in the process.

@wefight​, aasim

[villrhjarta]

@journclisms​ sent: 

“Please, don’t do this….”

She was getting really tired of this, of his constant protests to everything she does, mainly to him. How many more bruises were going to have to blossom on his skin before he remembered that it didn’t work? He had been taken to do what she wanted, and he was going to do it whether he liked it or not.

Dirty hand swung up before he had a chance to avoid it, swatting him once over the head while a boot on his back used the momentum from the hit to send him toppling forward, right through the open doorway of the cage she’d been trying to put him in, said door is quickly swung shut behind him and locked tight.

They weren’t in his precious woods anymore, they were in the city, and this was one of the few remaining ways she could ensure he wasn’t going to go anywhere, again, or try anything while she wasn’t looking.

[parablcd]

@journclisms sent: “I know you think you have to get through this by yourself, but you have people here to help you.”

"That’s the problem. I don’t think I know how to do that anymore, Aasim.”

She sighed, hand rising to rub at her eyes as though doing so might wipe away the dark smudges beneath them that spoke of yet another night spent sleepless. “I mean, where do I even start? 'Hi guys, remember me? The traitor who led raiders to your door and helped feed them intel on the best way to kidnap my closest friends? The one who knocked out your fearless leader with a crossbow and tried really hard to stab her in the chest to make sure she didn’t help you escape? Well I’m feeling kind of weird about myself and life and stuff and I was hoping you could forget that the last person who tried to untangle my wires got killed - by me - and maybe let me sob into your shoulder until I feel less weird and sad’? Feels like a hard sell, dude.”

[parablcd]

⭐️ (one for Aasim, Violet, Brody, and Omar!!)

⭐️ + Aasim

Among the belongings left behind when she and Sophie ‘died’ were a collection of torn-out notebook pages Minerva intended to pass along to Aasim but never got around to sharing. Minnie has never considered herself much of a history buff, but she shares Aasim’s interest in preserving something of the past so that there’s a record of it for the future. She’s less passionate about recording the minutiae of day-to-day life, however, than she is about making sure some aspect of humanity survives - things like music, stories, and memories of the people they’ve known and lost throughout their lives.

Her collection includes an eclectic mix of old nursery rhymes and parables her family used to tell when she was little, lyrics to songs she strongly connected with, memories she had with people she’d grown close to, and stories she remembered her peers telling that she felt should be immortalized after their passing.

⭐️ + Violet

After their first meeting, Minnie mistook Vi’s closed-off demeanor as a clear sign that Violet hated her. She wasn’t sure what she did wrong, exactly, but Minnie, ever the gregarious child, was determined to make friends despite her lukewarm reception. Her plan was a study of persistence: finding excuses to hang out whenever she noticed Violet on the fringes of a social group, actively choosing Vi for teams or group activities, and otherwise doing her level best to coax a smile or a word out of Violet when she seemed receptive to her presence.

⭐️ + Brody

Brody was one of the first girls Minnie realized she had a crush on way back when she was still only beginning to explore her orientation. She loved (and loves) the way Brody smiles and sound of her laugh, and being the reason she smiled or laughed made Minnie feel warm and fuzzy in a way that took her a long time to articulate, but which looking back on with the clarity of age and hindsight was definitely a big hecking crush.

⭐️ + Omar

While she fully recognizes the kitchen/cooking to be Omar’s domain, Minnie regularly tries to oust him after a meal in order to do dishes. She finds the chore relaxing, and it’s her small way of thanking him for keeping them all fed.

[trustinginthelight]

There's something so pleasing about delayed gratification. Be it waking up for something or the thought of reuniting with someone after a long day of hunting -- the latter would be the case today. Aforementioned someone (read: Louis) would receive a kiss to his cheek as the older wandered on by, heading toward the gates for the daily hunting trip outside the school's embrace.

While not the worst morning in the world, Lou could already tell the day would drag on just from the lingering tired ache behind his eyes. Great, that totally wouldn’t get annoying by the afternoon and probably end up with someone yelling at him for taking a nap. Rubbing at his eyes for likely the umpteenth time that morning, he was taken by surprise when he felt a rogue pair of lips against his cheek.

Looking up, he was hardly surprised to see Aasim on the giving end of things. The drive-by nature of it, though? Oh, he’d have some words.

A small, appreciative smile crossed his features as he quickly began to stand from the picnic table and follow behind his boyfriend, however.

“Hey, hey– can’t just do that and not let me get one in, too,” Grabbing hold of Aasim’s shoulder to attempt to stop him in his tracks, the younger was quick to press his own lips to apple of his boy’s cheek.