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Broken isn’t the same as unfixable.

Marissa Meyer, Winter  (via nathaliekclley)

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vibrantxhunter·:

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CLOSED STARTER // FULL MOON

Nicole cried the entirety of the run to Jo’s place. When she had finally arrived she had leant against a tree, gasping in the nights cool air. The moon was TAUNTING her as she tried to stop reeling from the events that had happened what seemed like only moments ago. After she finally got her SOBS under control, she managed to straighten up. Breathing was still shaky, eyes still glassy, but she mustered up enough of her being to make her way to the door. Heavy fist fell against in, her knock was both URGENT and DEFEATED. “Jo!!! PLEASE open the door!” 

               aunt had opened the door this time,  concern stretched over every line of worn face as explanation spills from lips.  hard to detail delicate situation,  but she somehow makes it work before her door is opened  &  closed behind the other.                   head had been threatening to split for the past hour,  she hadn’t moved from her place at the porcelain bowl,  cheek now resting on the side as fever continues to assault her body in shakes.  visions had been pouring in,  deaths of humanity  &  creatures causing pain  &  misery to the poor harbinger.  circles beneath eyes screamed of poor health  &  insomnia tainting the her body,  brain couldn’t shut off;  a neverending movie being played,  torturing her day in  &  out.  though footsteps  &  sudden presence breaks her from this lucid state,  pulls her back like a crash of cold water to the face,  &  as she recognizes her friend’s features,  fingers reach out to gently wipe away tears from cheeks.   ❝  hey--- shh,  it’s okay,  i got you.  tell me what’s wrong, nic.  ❞    

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                 𝐣𝐨 𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭,          𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐚,          𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭

[huntser]

𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 ! 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙙

               pythia has not prepared prophet,  harbinger of death,  doomed to suffer.  no hope for a withered soul,  broken down  &  battered from years of recanting hymns of death.  heart is worn  &  shattered,  mind a whirlwind of visions  &  dying breaths.  how can a child take on the mantle?  listen as the reaper whispers sweet soliloquies  &  saccharine prose,  teeth gnash together,  assaulted by another scene.  whiplash to her brain,  fingers digging desperately at skull.                  body could not leave bed,  aunt called in school  &  work,  giving them enough information to excuse.  she had done all she could to soothe her niece,  though teas  &  lullabies could not dissuade the visions from taking again  &  again.  sleep evades her  &  exhaustion sets in circles beneath her eyes,  a corpse herself she knows this is what she looks like.  when knuckles rap on her door,  she does not move,  just a quiet murmur of acceptance  &  dejection.   ❝  don’t judge me okay,  really not doing so great right now.  ❞     

[huntser]

I’m just glad you’re better.

[huntser]

aapollocalypse·:

He nodded. “More times than you’d expect,” he admitted. Apollo used cheesy pick up lines almost all the time. He figured he was attractive enough that most people would just let it slide, think it was cute and get with him anyway. “Would you have prefered something else?” he smirked. “Something like, ‘is there an airport nearby or is that my heart taking off’? I got a ton more where those came from.”

               roll of eyes,  shake of the head,  she’s tapping the tabletop,  checking her phone for the time.  if she wanted to make it to chemistry she’d have to think about packing up soon.   ❝  i would’ve preferred you didn’t try to hit on me.  especially not with something as lame as that. ❞   eyebrow raises,  takes a sip of her americano,  slight smile on her lips,   ❝  or go chase some other skirt,  yeah?  do i look like the type of girl you’d hit on?  ❞       

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vibrantxhunter·:

Nicole’s face was the picture of concern as she bent down in front of her friend. They were both hunters, so they both knew that whatever just happened could mean that something was WRONG. Nicole also knew that she trusted Jo, that if something was going on Jo would tell her. If she wanted to talk about it, they already would have. There were a million mundane things that could have caused her to drop to the ground. A migraine or stomach ache perhaps? Exhaustion? Nicole had to give her the benefit of the doubt, she had to respect fine. “Okay..” She spoke low, this sort of kindness only reserved for those close to her. “Let’s keep moving then, we’re sitting ducks in the middle of town around all these lights.” Nicole straightened up, cracking her knuckles and then extending her hand down to her parter, “c’mon.”

               fingers wrap around the older girls’,  allowing her to hoist her to her feet.  the visions were so vivid,  so difficult to ignore  &  the fear she was feeling palpable in the air.  her stomach was in knots,  twisting  &  turning,  trying to escape from her own body.  they needed to be careful here,  death came to her,  whispered in her ear  &  told her of the horrors before them.  he held her hostage  &  forced her to watch as she  &  her partner were torn apart.  a tug on her hand,  pulling her to look at her again.   ❝  hey,  be careful okay?  promise me you will.  ❞   how could she do this to herself again?  she promised,  she fucking promised,  to never get close again.  

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witcheas·:

˗ˏˋ     𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐬     /     𝐣𝐨.

჻░     𝐛𝐞𝐱﹕     maybe     we     can     take     a     day     off     one     of     these     days?

჻░     𝐛𝐞𝐱﹕     really??     that     energy     but     no     punching!     i     will     make     sure     no     one     actually     touches.

჻░     𝐛𝐞𝐱﹕     no,     please,     always     go     with     whatever     you     want     to     wear.     &     alright,     let     me     finish     curling     my     hair     &     i     will     head     over,     sweetheart.

▌ ▌ bex «  10:16pm   ►  yeah i’m all for that,  anything to get away for a bit ▌ ▌ bex «  10:16pm   ►  i’ll be on my best behavior,  scout’s honor !  i’ve got this unapproachable look going for me ▌ ▌ bex «  10:16pm   ►  i’m looking forward to this.  definitely need to blow off some steam  &  just be a teenager 

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witcheas·:

˗ˏˋ     𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐬     /     𝐣𝐨.

჻░     𝐛𝐞𝐱﹕     not     even     school     for     me,     it     is     a     breeze,     but!     just     having     to     be     so     conforming     &     following     rules,     etc.

჻░     𝐛𝐞𝐱﹕     you     are,     don’t     you     worry,     beautiful!     oh,     i     never     am     when     it     comes     to     this.     makes     it     more     fun     when     you     make     eye     contact     while     dancing     too.

჻░     𝐛𝐞𝐱﹕     it     is     a     massive     yes.     hot!!!

▌ ▌ bex «  10:14pm   ►  i’m just done with a lot of this shit.  i have a higher purpose  &  it’s not doing this ▌ ▌ bex «  10:14pm   ►  i used to punch the boys who tried to touch me in my hometown.  definitely want that energy tonight ▌ ▌ bex «  10:14pm   ►  okay cool,  was worried it wasn’t gonna go!  lucky for me i already did my makeup today so i’m ready when you are!

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witcheas·:

˗ˏˋ     𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐬     /     𝐣𝐨.

჻░     𝐛𝐞𝐱﹕     oh,     me!     i     am     just     miserable     carrying     a     routine     day     after     day.

჻░     𝐛𝐞𝐱﹕     i     was     thinking     mini     dress?     high     boots.     leather     it     is!     love     it     when     the     mood     is     look     at     what     you     cannot     touch.

჻░     𝐛𝐞𝐱﹕     holy     shit,     YES.

▌ ▌ bex «  10:12pm   ►  school is the worst,  i’d rather be working or hiking,  but life sucks ▌ ▌ bex «  10:12pm   ►  damn how am i gonna live up to that?  yes girl!  we’re really not here to mess around ▌ ▌ bex «  10:12pm   ►  so the top is a yes?  i have these amazing jeans that look great with fishnets,  could wear those 

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witcheas·:

˗ˏˋ     𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐬     /     𝐣𝐨.

჻░     𝐛𝐞𝐱﹕     i     will     help     you     forget     about     all     that     for     a     good     while!

჻░     𝐛𝐞𝐱﹕     it     is     actually     a     chill     vibe     but?     i     am     going     to     dress     up.     not     every     night     i     get     to     wear     my     leather     clothes.  

჻░     𝐛𝐞𝐱﹕     or     do     i     go     with     velvet     tonight?

▌ ▌ bex «  10:10pm   ►  please my god,  it feels like forever since i’ve had fun ▌ ▌ bex «  10:10pm   ►  are we talking full dominatrix leather?  or just a casual leather skirt?  moot point,  go with leather.  screams don’t touch me or i’ll punch you ▌ ▌ bex «  10:05pm   ►  i know i have a cute harness top in here somewhere...

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witcheas·:

˗ˏˋ     𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐬     /     𝐣𝐨.

჻░     𝐛𝐞𝐱﹕     BOYS.

჻░     𝐛𝐞𝐱﹕     okay,     so     what     i’m     getting     is     that     you     need     out.     like     now.     it’s     fun     there!     clubbing     but     live     music     throughout     the     night     too!

჻░     𝐛𝐞𝐱﹕     i     offer     to     pick     you     up!

▌ ▌ bex «  10:05pm   ►  i’m just glad they’re focusing on video games finally  & not trying to blow our house up ▌ ▌ bex «  10:05pm   ►  it definitely sounds like fun.  do i need to dress up or something?  i’m sure gym shorts are not the way to go ▌ ▌ bex «  10:05pm   ►  yeah,  deal  !

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witcheas·:

˗ˏˋ     𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐬     /     𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧.

჻░     𝐛𝐞𝐱﹕     it’s     friday     night     &     we’re     not     at     the     warehouse,     why??

჻░     𝐛𝐞𝐱﹕     i     just     want     to     go     dance.

჻░     𝐛𝐞𝐱﹕     what     are     you     doing     with     your     night?     🌙

▌ ▌ bex «  10:02pm   ►  my brothers were being dumb  &  my aunt’s out for the weekend ▌ ▌ bex «  10:02pm   ►  i don’t think i’ve been to a party there before? ▌ ▌ bex «  10:02pm   ►  i’ve been cleaning an exploded science experiment off the kitchen cabinets for the past hour

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aapollocalypse·:

open starter

Apollo was looking at the other, head resting on one of his hands. They’d walked by him a number of times as he was sipping his milkshake, probably due to things that had nothing to do with him, but it wasn’t like that part mattered. 

“Are you a parking ticket?” he finally called out to them. “’Cause you got fine written all over you.” it was cheesy and really fufcking bad, sure, but sometimes that worked for him.

                  ❝  does that ever get you anywhere?  honestly,  just curious.  ❞  leather-bound journal tucked in her backpack,  pencil perched behind her heavily adorned ear.  tilt of her head,  she’s eyeing him with amusement mixed with some distinctive annoyance.  a couple steps towards him,  arms crossed,  she’s unphased,  calm,  level-headed.  ❝  it’s a little overdone, don’t you think?  i think you’re lacking originality.  ❞

[huntser]

I am a lover without a lover. I am lovely and lonely and I belong deeply to myself.

Warson Shire (via asking-jude)

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𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬 / @carseer​ ---  ❝ i don’t trust you. ❞

               clench of a fist,  she’s just trying to keep people safe,  can’t they see that?  can’t she?  this world is  EVIL  & toxic;  it only wants to swallow you whole.  it’s frustration & contempt that fills features,  sharp & rigid,  like the edge of a blade.  she turns,  quick,  eyes blazing as she stares within the others,   ❝  you don’t have to trust me,  i don’t care about that.  ❞   there is strength within her,  lost for a while,  but dug up from the dark depths of her soul,  drug out of the sludge & painful memories.  etched into the lines of her body,  skin worn from battles & hunts,  she gathers what  patience  she can.

                 ❝  i just need you to listen to me & get out of here.  i’ve hunted for years,  i got this.  ❞   arrow notched,  loaded into crossbow,  eyes now locked onto the  WOODS  before them.  if carson didn’t listen,  she could protect her.  she’d always protect her.