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@vastruins liked for a starter for elijah | kinda plotted

katherine returned with a smile on her lips to their home in a small town not far from richmond and therefore not too far away from mystic falls. her day was successful, she met with a spy of hers and found out that the hunter's mark is almost complete which meant it won't take too long until she finally knows the location of the cure. she closed the front door, put her bag down and took her jacket off. "elijah? i'm back" she called, even though she knew elijah probably already heard her. checking her appereance in a mirror, she run her fingers through her rich curls before she walked to the living room.

#domestic kalijah #i hope you like it #<3 #vastruins #elijah #♕ v: s4

@vastruins: "You said I killed you- haunt me then" (Derek to Allison)

HE DID THIS TO HER. he did this to her! her expression gives away nothing --- an argent family trait --- but her blood boils with rage behind the perfectly placed facade. ❝ oh, i haven’t even begun to haunt you, derek hale. when i am, you’ll know it. ❞ the earth itself with quiver in fear when she haunts him, her wrath will be felt in every nerve, every cell, every atom of his body.

i lost the meme

#derek bit her to save her life maybe???#interactions. » allison argent.#vastruins #answers. » allison argent.#meme replies. » allison argent.#verse: shewolf. » allison argent.#re: derek hale. » allison argent.#derek hale. » vastruins.

“They are giving Sleigh rides in the garden.” (Ruby)

Hands tucked neatly behind her back as she gazes upon the event. Students of Beacon lining up to ride sleighs by having the elder staff pull their weight. All for a fee of course, from what she recalls, it is for raising funds for field trips within the upcoming year. Though she believes it is much less for the goodness of donating and more for the satisfaction of watching their teachers be at their fingertips. Some cherish the opportunity, while others ridicule the sweetness of it.

“If you wish to join go on ahead, I'll stay here and watch.” She’s fine where she currently resides, not too far away and not to close. It’s just that big gatherings of people make her nervous, it spikes her adrenaline.

#vastruins #ASKS▰#u can ride my sleigh anytime ruby #i mean what

MERRY CHRISTMAS TO @vastruins

Indie Multimuse Blog by Rae

muse list ● verses ● rules

#vastruins #I KNOW IM LATE IN POSTING IT BUT I DIDNT HAVE THE DATA TO POST IT #ANYWAYS I HOPE YOU LIKE IT #kept it red cause xmas hehehe

Pulls out her sword and smirks blue eyes quietly challenging her. "Ready for me?" (Weiss is feeling playful it seems)

To rebuttal with something unalike a weapon draw would be an insult.

So, to honor her opponent, Pyrrha wordlessly brings out a once subdued weapon. Its passive form elongating into a powerful spear in which the dagger end is long and thick to pierce through any foreign body. It will not be her intention to draw blood, but unaccounted events occur in scuffles all the time. In addition, her partner would not take it in kind if she were to hold back.

Pyrrha begins to twirl the lance in her palm. Reminiscing herself with the familiar weight, allowing her muscle memory to take over in this dance of sparking metal. Wrist gesticulations become fluid even more as she trades her gear from one hand to the next, performing intricate twirls. The swooshing of Milo as it sliced through the air vehemently. Every backhanded strike matches its overhanded counterpart. A horizontal swipe to test its reach and its resistance through the air as it glides forcefully through the arid emptiness of the sparring ground.

Too many it would appear that Pyrrha is showing off with these exaggerated movements, perhaps even trying to deter Weiss from challenging her. Each pivot of the foot, every bead of sweat that hangs off her skin, it means something. These are years of training come alive within a moveset. Blood, sweat and tears literally poured into her craft to make her who she is today, a professional.

To finalize her act the gladiatrix jumps and as she lands, she lands on the same spot. Yet, her center of gravity is lowered as she bends the knees and swipes her spear down. The straight shape of her weapon appears curved when striking the ground. A mere illusion granted by speed and strength. Her breaths exit shallow and what she inhales is the loose dirt brought upon her strike on the earth. The tip of her weapon is clean. With the amount of pressure, it must have expelled all grime and concave the area it had struck.

“You knew the answer before you even asked it - such a question, wasted on your perfect lips.”

#vastruins #ASKS▰#THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTING!!!!

What if someone is just too broken to be loved? What then? (Weiss)

“If someone truly loves you, they’ll love you imperfections and all.”

In terms of love no one is too broken.

The heart wants what it wants and it does not discriminate. When you get to know the person, truly know them, what may be off putting to some becomes a selling point to another. Love is defined in many ways. It can be healthy and it can be unhealthy, and just like many things it can be repaired.

But not everything has that luxury, not everyone wants to be fixed.

And yet, there is always someone who will see those broken pieces. See you for what you are and be there for you. Not to heal you, no, that is not their purpose, but to prevent the person they love from breaking further. In truth, no one can undo the damage that has been given to you. No one can put a person back together and expect that pieces to hold in place forever. It is up to you to change for yourself, for better or worse. It is a conscious effort and it requires help. Your loved ones can help but in the end, it is up to you to uphold the change within you.

#vastruins #ASKS▰#damn girl is u ok

It is said that art shouldn't be touched. Could I touch you anyway? (Blake)

A laugh short lived, but nevertheless, the airiness that travels along with it through the air and into Blake’s eardrums is kind. She marvels at Blake’s features as one would an artful masterpiece. The honey hue of those eyes reminds her of the sweetest nectar lodge within the vessels of her heart. Skin so smooth and fur so luxurious underneath the brightest star of the night. It is a luminescence that she has not the wit to describe.

A marvelous creation of the gods for her to worship.

Where Blake asks Pyrrha does not and simply reaches out to touch. Hands wander with no particular destination in mind, all she knows is that she wants to feel the warmth of the other’s body. Her arms coil about on Blake’s nape. The thickness of black hair is a division between both of their flesh. They are not close enough so Pyrrha presses on until their bodies align like puzzle pieces.

Chest to chest, their heartbeats unsynchronized, as if the contraction of one surges power into the other.

“Do as you wish, my dear.”

#vastruins #ASKS▰#oh why hello thar

It has been brought to my attention about a rather absurd holiday. While I myself do not believe in such. I have a feeling that you might. Inside this box you will find a key. Hopefully what it opens pleases you. Always yours, Weiss P.S I know your weapons are fine but this upgrade can only help. P.P.S I was told it should make it shift into an axe. If not there will be hell to pay. Also flames of sort. Figured it was a nice added touch.

Based on the first sentence alone, she knew this would be quite the journey to read. It is typical of Weiss to find redundancy in these commercial holidays. Every bit of these words speaks about Weiss cold exterior, but that’s all it is, an exterior. She knows Weiss enough by now (or so she thinks) that the girl is more caring than she lets on. Otherwise she wouldn’t have gone through the trouble of acknowledging this holiday with a card. But that’s the bit of Weiss that she likes. Despite her reservations, she will selflessly push them aside for the sake of another. That selflessness is what binds them together, what makes them the same.

Pyrrha takes out a silver key, it is antique in its style. The bit marks minimal detail meaning that the lock it corresponds to must be of easy tact. She holds the bow between the index and thumb, and feels the robust component among her hold. Now she wonders what it unlocks exactly. Is it a locker? A room? Another box even?

This will prove to be rather interesting. A scavenger hunt of sorts and the prize is of Weiss knowledge. Though she was gracious enough to give her a BIG HINT. A weapon upgrade. Last she left her weapons was in the workshop to repair some dents, perhaps she left them there once again. She must admit, she is rather curious about the new setting in her gear. An axe is quite a powerful variation that can prove useful in weakening big hordes of grimm.