#vrake

[silencedrage]

Happy birthday to @vrake, my twin in name, mood and soul. I am always so very grateful for your presence in my life, the steadfast loyalty you give to me, and the ability to just exist with you without pressure or stress. I wanted to grab this commission of our babies because you deserve to smile every day, but especially on your birthday. I hope you have a spectacular day and are able to enjoy yourself.

Credit goes to the inimitable @clover-fell-over, who delivered in incredible fashion. Thank you so much <3

[chaotiicgoods]

@vrake​ said: ❛ i just wanted to make sure you’re okay. ❜ (Harry to Hermione) SOFT AND SWEET SENTENCE STARTERS | ACCEPTING

No one was okay these days. Looking for the horcruxes, trying to find a way to destroy them... it was EXHAUSTING. And they didn’t have much time to do so, because Voldemort and his Death Eaters kept killing people. It would only become worse and worse if they didn’t quickly deal with him.

As Harry sat next to her, Hermione gently leaned against his shoulder. “I’m okay, for what we can be, anyway.” She assured, letting a brief smirk cross her features. “I’m just... anxious. But I know we all are, and I know we’re at least in this together.” 

[daelupyre]

bare feet carry her out of her cabin , sleep riddled eyes opening to greet the harshness of the sun . though it only was a slight irritant , she really did not care for the light of day . she would much rather wait for nightfall to stir from her dwelling , but the presence of someone just outside had alerted her . twitch of brow , she observes the lanky vampire with arms crossed . " _ is there somethin' i can help you with ? " tone is stern , accentuated slightly . / @vrake for sebastian .

[gingerjudas]

@vrake​ ; ᴄʜᴇʀʏʟ ʙʟᴏꜱꜱᴏᴍ & ᴀʀᴄʜɪᴇ ᴀɴᴅʀᴇᴡꜱ.

"it's   fine,   cheryl.   I   already   knew   I   wasn't   going   to   end   up   the   year   with   you   guys."   he   knew,   from   the   moment   he   was   a   free   man   and   then   his   dad   died,   archie   knew   that   his   grades   would   go   down   and   he   was   going   to   get   held   down.   the   ginger   man   laughs   looking   down.   "I   can't   believe   betty   told   you.   she   is   set   on   me   finishing   with   you   all.   but   I   don't   think   I'm   going   to   be   allowed   in   the   graduation   ceremony."   and   he   shrugs,   as   if   it   had   no   matter   to   him.

[riveir]

there was immediate laughter,           light in cadence and bright in tone. river’s head ducked briefly with his chuckles, and he kept his gaze lowered to get a better look at the slippers in question. “you know what, i think you’re right,” he concluded in jest, though his tone was characteristically still warm even in his teasing. river looked back up to her, a little twinkle still in his eyes and his lips still lifted in a bright little smile, though there was undeniable sincerity in his tone as he spoke again; while it could have easily come off as less-than-kind teasing from someone else, river had a way of making things that may have seemed like that on paper sound like a complete compliment: “i can’t think of anyone who could pull them off better.” a testament to josie’s unfailing compassion and characteristic sweet and gentle nature, perhaps.

@vrake​ sent: “my bunny slippers are too cool for you.”     /     accepting!

[rivenfate]

@vrake​ sent in from jordan / ‘ i do not appreciate being stared at. ’

            Awkward. She rocked back on her heels, but didn’t even try to pretend that she hadn’t been staring. Since the whole.. change, she’d been able to pick up on things here and there. One of those was magic. But it wasn’t obvious on her-- Just like it wasn’t exactly obvious on her dorm mate, either. And she got the sense that going around and asking people what kind of creature they were was kind of .. uncouth. Doubly so when she was trying to hide herself. Still, she remembered the few moments when she went into town with her mother to pick up supplies and how the both of them could tell that there was another werewolf around ( usually it was only the one elderly man carving wooden figurines on the porch of the general store, but-- still, they just seemed to know with no confirmation. )

Codie sucked in a breath and decided ( in that split second of hesitation ) that she was just going to roll with it. Fuck it, she stared. At the very least, she could play it off as being shocked by Jordan’s sense of style. Which, really, was kind of unusual for her to see anyways. The few people she’d been around dressed for practicality, not.. whatever that was. “My bad!” The words rolled off her tongue with ease, and made no attempt to tame her own wild accent. 

“I was really just tryin’ to figure out what kinda pants those are. And your--” She paused and gestured to her own face. “Make up. Ain’t ever seen it before, but it’s pretty. Makes your eyes pop.” She finished the sentence with an exaggerated pop of her lips, the smile sliding into place easily. “’Sides, I think we’ve got next class together.” 

[cursedbcrn-a]

@vrake​

The whispers are quiet today, which would be more suspicious if she hadn’t been waiting for this day for several months now. Hope remembers the first night her name appeared in her mind, like a warm breeze over the bayou, barely scratching the surface of her consciousness. Alice. A nice name, a bit old-fashioned if anything, yet something tells her that the girl she is waiting for is anything but. The Ancestors warn her that it will take time, and it tries her patience. She has never trusted them, even after they cowered before her power. The relationship is tenuous at best, but still useful, at least for now.

The two years since the Hollow melded with her soul were filled with tentative stops and starts. While Hope insisted that she didn’t much care for the squabbles between factions, she doesn’t blame them for not trusting her word. After all, she is a Mikaelson. She doesn’t blink when she feels the vampire cross her wards.

The dining table is piled high with various baked goods, as well as several goblets of blood for her guest. Her boots are kicked up on the edge of the table as she sits and waits for the door to arrive. Her guards know that she is not to be disturbed, even by her family. Today is too important for them all.

“You’ve taken your sweet time getting here.”

[senscrium]

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄  𝐈𝐒  𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄  𝐈𝐍  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑  and  she  knows  it    ----    but  there  is  also  a  deepened  sadness  lurking  through  riley  that  she  can  feel  ,  a  palpable  taste  of  something  shuttering  across  her  skin  like  a  thin  wire  .  it  wraps  from  her  wrists  ,  prying  her  back  from  the  keyboard  before  her  and  when  she  turns  ----  she’s  facing  riley  in  a  dimly  lit  room  that  has  a  chill  amounting  to  that  of  somewhere  far  from  san  francisco  .     ❛      how’s  he  doing   ?      ❜      a  slow  turn  of  her  head  ,    blonde  waves  lining  a  sharp  jaw  she  sees  will  asleep  in  the  bed  with  fussy  sheets  and  sweat  forming  droplets  on  his  forehead  ,     ❛      how  are  you  doing    ?       ❜ @vrake​ --  starter call ! ( for riley )