Dust on the Ground || Kate & Laura

howlinglaurahale:

^{Laura fought the urge to snap her in half then and there, the wolf that was howling with anger in her head and throughout her body was pushing her to do it. . But another part of the wolf wanted something else, and Laura shook her head to control herself. Her chest heaved and she let out huffs of breath, strong exhales through her nose. “Do you want to test me, Kate? It’s not so hot when you’re bleeding out and your heart beats for the last time.” She looked straight into the woman’s eyes, searching them for something she’d seen in them, years ago, whatever it was that had drawn her before. But that girl wasn’t there, or she couldn’t seem to find her in her fit of rage, in the haze of hatred and pain and everything else that was coursing through her body. “I could tear your throat out, snap you in half, do any number of things. Aren’t I an animal, Kate? Wouldn’t an animal have killed you by now? How does it feel to know that an animal has more restraint than you?” She badgered the woman with the words, all the while her hands were moving, down Kate’s arms until she reached her wrists,which she pinned to the rough bark of the tree, keeping her from moving. Laura curled her fingers, digging her blunt human nails into Kate’s wrists at that, a very human snarl falling from her mouth. “Shut up. I swear to God, Kate, I’ve been patient with you, I’m showing you mercy right now, not tearing you up and leaving you on your brother’s doorstep or scattering you across the forest floor. Don’t you fucking dare. We died too, Kate - a long time ago doesn’t exist anymore. Those girls don’t exist anymore.”}

^{Kate chuckled softly at how worked up the woman in front of her was, watching her chest rise and fall rapidly with pants as she tried to keep control. Her breath was audible, and Kate only found that even more entertaining. “Calm down, I’m the one that got slammed into a tree and I’m not even breathing as hard as you.” she mused, smirking. “You honestly think that intimidates me, sweetheart? I’ve done it once before, and even if it wasn’t the most pleasant thing on earth, I can do it again. Dying doesn’t scare me.” she answered, her gaze locking with the wolf that had her against the tree. It was an intense stare, a stare that they had shared many times yet there was something off because of all the rage involved. The tension could be cut with a knife. Both the ‘I really want to fucking kill you’, and the 'fuck me against this tree right now’ kind. It really was true what was said about love and hate. They run together so closely that right now it had Kate’s head whirling. When the other woman finally spoke, the huntress smirked. A shiver ran down her spine just at the mere mention of what could happen right now, the danger making a rush of adrenaline spread through her body. Leaning her head forward, she closed some of the distance between their faces. “Such an animal, Laura. It fits you, makes you even more entertaining and appealing.” she cooed out, her smirk only growing. The hands trailing down her arms weren’t helping the underlying tension between them that had been there for years. They were both trying to push it back, although it was obvious they were both well aware it was there. When her wrists were pressed to the tree and the nails dug in she only slightly squirmed for a moment as her lip hooked in her teeth and her eyes fell shut, head falling back against the tree as listening to the wolf speak. Releasing the smallest, barely audible grunt, she opened her mouth to answer. “Are you really sure about that?” she questioned, head cocking to the side slightly as her eyes once again locked with the girl in front of her. “If that were true, then why haven’t you gone through with any of your threats then, hm? Come on now sweetie, think about all of your contradictions here. You say that you don’t care and that you can’t wait to rip me apart, yet instead you have me pinned against a tree without so much as a scratch. I think you need to do a little bit of self assessment here before you say something like that again.”}

August 16 ( 18 ) via source

G U I D E L I N E S .
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first and foremost, this blog is highly selective. that being said, i will only write with mutuals. anyone may send asks, however. i'm not a total asshole.

no godmodding. this is like the golden rule of roleplay, it shouldn’t even have to be stated. just don’t.

no drama. like really, i’m here to enjoy myself and write with you, not act like a bunch of high school drama queens. if you have a problem with me, come to me in private so we can talk it out and get over it.

if you honestly expect me to let you and/or your muse rule my life, don't bother. i'm a busy person, and have other interests outside of tumblr. shocking right? i also have friends, and i'm all about making more. i'm not gonna push people to the side or ignore their existence just because you get jealous, that's unfair to them and me. i rule my life, not you. the amount of people i have in my life doesn't make you any less important. keep that in mind and it's smooth sailing.

don’t hound me for replies. i put a lot of time and care into everything I write, because I’m a perfectionist and take my threads very seriously. that being said, replies aren’t going to be out extremely fast. others may get replies slightly more often than you do, i’m human. sometimes certain threads take more thought in what move I want to make next, and sometimes there’s something going on in another thread that’s captured most of my interest. i haven’t forgotten you. if you want a nice reply like everyone else, be patient. trust me, it’s worth the wait.

don’t try and smut with me if you aren’t 18 or dangerously close to it. that being said, I’m not going to demand everyone’s age from them. i trust that you’ll be honest with me if things get to that point and you’re not of age. if that happens, we can drop the final curtain and pick up with the next morning or whatever for all I care.

you don’t have to match my length. i tend to get really into what I’m writing and throw novella sized things at people without meaning to, i don’t expect that to be returned every reply. but please, at least put effort into it and give me something to work with. if i write you a book and you give me less than a paragraph, it’s likely that i won’t continue the thread.

i won’t write through reblogged asks. i just can’t stand the way it looks, and i don’t want it on my blog. if you wish to reply to an ask of mine go right ahead, just know that my reply will be a new text post with your reply pasted above it to make it a thread.

don’t antagonize if you don’t want your character to be injured or killed. kate is a skilled werewolf hunter, now equipped with a set of claws and fangs. she also hasn’t learned full control over her newfound abilities, so the smallest thing could light her fuse and set her off like a firecracker and she wouldn’t even necessarily mean to. not to mention she loves violence anyway, it’s like she gets off on it. you’ve been warned, so please don’t come whining to me if something happens to your character because they were being a dick.

if you see me writing with a duplicate of your character, don’t assume that kate will have the same relationship with your muse as well. portrayals vary, and every relationship develops differently.

plots. i love love love plotted threads and AUs. i don’t make greeting starters, but if i follow you i have interest in writing with you. if there’s something you would like to do, tell me. if i think of something for our characters i’ll definitely be popping up in your ask or on skype if we’ve shared. i also tend to make threads out of certain memes, so if there’s one i’ve reblogged that captures your interest that you think would make a good thread, send me the thing.

grammar. please use it properly. there are some things I can overlook, especially if english is not your first language. but i was given the nickname grammar nazi in high school for a reason. this only applies to threads of course, because i myself write like an idiot out of character.

i’m not a fan of OCs that happen to be children of my character. if we’ve plotted prior it’s a different story, but don’t just randomly write me a starter with some random person calling kate mom.

[ this list is likely to be altered and added to as i think of new things, just fyi ]