#badasshybridqueen >> 002

[viikingwitch]

 CONTINUED FROM HERE, WITH HAYLEY ( @badasshybridqueen )

              “You have nothing to apologize for.” The words come out harsher than need be – but she is frustrated. Scared, still, because they came too close to losing her. Angry. Freya had grown too comfortable, too complacent in the illusion of peace while the enemies of their family continued to sharpen their teeth. She should have seen this coming. She should have prevented this.

               And now Hayley is paying the price.

               Freya breathes out. Forces her edges to soften. “I cannot claim I will have the answer tomorrow; I wish not to lie to you. However – “ Cold determination fills her gaze. “Hard as they are to break, every single curse has a loophole, a weakness to exploit. And I will find it. I will fix this, Hayley.”

               She places a gentle hand on the hybrid’s shoulder. “This will not last forever, so I need you to hang in there. Alright?”

[ofimaginarybeings-archive]

BOLD  YOUR  MUSE’S  PREFERENCE  !!

001. MOVIES

Comedy or action?

Romance or horror?

adventure or Drama?

historical or Musicals?

sci-fiFI or westerns?

002. FOOD

Tea or coffee?

cake  or Pie?

Fruit or vegetables?

Sweet or spicy?

cereal or Oatmeal?

bagels or Cookies?

Sandwich or pizza?

003. NATURE

Early Bird or night owl?

summer or Winter?

city or Countryside?

Cats or dogs?

Hiking or Swimming?

forest or Meadow?

004.  MISC.

hugs or Kisses?

Books or movies?

Shorts or long pants?

monopoly or Sorry?

Comic Books or novels?

showers or Baths?

Chess or checkers?

Hip-Hop or classical music?

STOLEN FROM: @lxvingdeadgxrl​ TAGGING: @nobilitylost​ @tothedevilsshow​ @amongthcwreck​ @astormofagirl​ @badasshybridqueen​ @zcldrizes​

[anditsxsorrows-archive]

rules: bold the aesthetics that apply to your muse!

001.    the  fairy.

chipped nail polish.    glitter highlight.   tall trees with smooth bark.   tangled hair.  the taste of cinnamon sugar.    talking too loud and too fast.    overgrown flowers in your hair.  crumbling buildings reclaimed by nature.   flirting.   walking home at three am with no coat.   platonic hand holding.   blowing smoke out of your nose.   dragonfly wings.    chaotic good.   freckles.    fairy rings.   secret meetings.    gender nonconformity.   leather.    smudged eyeliner.   forbidden fruit.

002.    the  reaper.

computer errors.   a shiver down your spine.    haunting beauty.    hard liquor.    crowns of thorns.    shadowed alleyways.    decaying plant matter.     shattered mirrors and broken glass.   corrupted memories.   stopped clocks.   the scent of stale cigarettes.   tattered black hoodies.   walking your friend(s) home.    the crescent moon.    the sea.    a graveyard on a foggy day.  cold rings on cold fingers.    absolution.    looking out of the window of an airplane.

003.    the  witch.

graffiti.  pretending to know what you’re doing.   worn paperback books.    growing up too fast.  parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.    lace and combat boots.    moth wings.  candles on every surface.    a weathered deck of cards.   turning the music up.    fireflies in jars.   calloused fingers.    drawing on your skin.  sunlight filtering through clouds.  petrichor.    a dying rose in a jar.   wearing a crystal pendant.   illusions of spells.  black cats.   mint gum.    chapped lips.    dirt under your fingernails.   the cycle of life and death.

004.    the  wolf.

murders of crows.   frost - bitten leaves.    wolves howling at midnight.    knocking on your door.    leaving food out for stray animals.  the twang of an acoustic guitar.   honey.   tiny red buds on trees.   claw marks on the walls.    golden eyes.    slightly too long stubble.   knitted fingerless gloves.    sleeping on the forest floor.   always finding your way back home.

tagged by: the amazing @nobilitylost tagging: @amongthcwreck @tothedevilsshow @beforethescorpion @inprometheanfire @badasshybridqueen @astormofagirl @dissolvedshadows @kolhearted @witchsouled @imthelcstprincess @vxmpirexbxrbie

[ofimaginarybeings-archive]

Character Aesthetics!

001.    THE  FAIRY.

chipped nail polish.  glitter highlight. tall trees with smooth bark. tangled hair. the taste of sugar. talking too loud and too fast. overgrown flowers in your hair.   crumbling buildings reclaimed by nature.  flirting.  walking home at three am with no coat.   platonic hand holding. blowing smoke out of your nose.   dragonfly wings.   chaotic good.   freckles.   fairy rings.   secret meetings. gender nonconformity. leather.  smudged eyeliner.   forbidden fruit.

002.    THE  REAPER.

computer errors.   a shiver down your spine.   haunting beauty.    hard liquor. crowns of thorns.   shadowed alleyways.   decaying plant matter.   shattered mirrors and broken glass.   corrupted memories.   stopped clocks. the scent of stale cigarettes. tattered black hoodies. walking your friends home.   the crescent moon.   the sea.   a graveyard on a foggy day.  cold rings on cold fingers.   absolution.   looking out of the window of an airplane. soft kisses.

003.    THE  WITCH.

graffiti.   pretending to know what you’re doing.  worn paperback books. growing up too fast.   parsley,  sage,  rosemary, and thyme.   lace and combat boots.   moth wings.   candles on every surface.   a weathered deck of cards. turning the music up.   fireflies in jars. calloused fingers. drawing on your skin.   sunlight filtering through clouds.  petrichor. a dying rose in a jaw.   wearing a crystal pendant.   illusions of spells. black cats. mint gum.  chapped lips. dirt under your fingernails. the cycle of life and death.

004.    THE  WOLF.

murders of crows. frostbitten leaves. wolves howling at midnight.  knocking on your door. leaving food out for stray animals.  the twang of an acoustic guitar.  honey.   tiny red buds on trees. claw marks on the walls.   golden eyes.   slightly too long stubble. knitted finger-less gloves.   sleeping on the forest floor.    always find your way back home.

Tagged by: @gxthic--days

Tagging: @tothedevilsshow @amongthcwreck @inprometheanfire @beforethescorpion @astormofagirl @badasshybridqueen @abiggerworld @soldativre @unequiaime @lannisqueen @hcpefell @epeolxtry @win-cr-die @zcldrizes

[anditsxsorrows-archive]

you can tell a lot about a person based on what kind of music they listen to.

rules: put your music library on shuffle. list the first ten songs that come up, then tag however many people you want. ( please repost. do not reblog. )

tagged by: the bae @thequeencfhell

001. fifty on our forehead - white lies 002. don’t look down - onerepublic 003. down the well - she wolf 004. victorious - panic! at the disco 005.skin vision - IAMX 006. radioactive - imagine dragons 007. nothing to no one - gin wigmore 008. lost - avenged sevenfold 009. rapid eye movement - david cook 010. feel like home - fort minor

tagging: @amongthcwreck @dcmoness @ncncriminalway @madefighter @notreallyablackwell @beforethescorpion @badasshybridqueen @vxmpirexbxrbie 

[viikingwitch]

               “Always,” she vows with unwavering conviction. She holds onto @badasshybridqueen's shoulder for a moment longer – for her own comfort as much as Hayley’s, ensuring she is truly here, that she’s safe – before letting her hand drop.

               Her features harden at the mention of those responsible. “The ones foolish enough to stay in town, yes.” Playing nice for the last couple of years has only given them an illusion of peace and Freya is who she is: someone who does not, will not, allow threats to her family to live. If a show of force is the only way to deter their enemies, so be it. “Some has fled, but they are dead all the same. Niklaus and I have been working on tracking them down.” That endeavor has already proven more successful than breaking the curse placed on Hayley, which makes hunting them the perfect outlet for the siblings’ rage.

               If you go after one of them, you go after them all. They shall remind the world of that simple truth.

               “You need not worry about them any longer.”

The hand against her skin is warm – reassuring – something inside of her relaxes, as much as it can anyway. Her eyes fall shut as she nods because Hayley knows Freya is right. She can sense the anger in the other woman – it’s clear as day. The brunette feels the same, but it’s buried under so many other emotions.

“Thank you,” her voice is soft when she finally opens her eyes meeting Freya’s gaze, a light squeeze given to the hand on her shoulder. “I know you’ll do everything you can.”

They’re family after all. She just doesn’t understand…how did she not see this coming? How could she have been so complacent? “Are they all dead?”

The question comes unbidden because of course Hayley wants them dead. She’s spent the last eight years being a better person – finding another way outside the violence to co-exist, surprising her hybrid nature to be more easily accepted by those around her. Pretending she wasn’t more powerful than ninety percent of the beings in New Orleans, all for what? To be locked away by her own daughter and then stolen by Greta and her minions while she was vulnerable? There’s a darkness brewing inside of her and she’s not quite sure she wants to fight it.