"Katherine + heartbreaking moments" requested by anon (+ warm colors requested by another anon)
SHE GOT ME DOIN’ THE DIISHES
ANYTHING SHE WANT FOR SOME KIIISSES
SHE AIN’T EVEN MY MAIN LADYY
jeremy on that poster is smaller than most roleplayers’ blog text
i’m gonna go ahead and say it
pepsi is fucking gross
when people don’t talk back to me in tags i die inside.
[ his temper was s i m m e r i n g
beneath the surface. thoughts of
judgement stares made his eyes
slit and filled bleed yellow like a
viper tempted ti strike.
But it was a flicker
His eyes became it’s
dark dull brown as
he quelled himself. ]
"Fine. Walk away."
[ he’s not oblivious enough to miss that
having grown up around his share of
supernatural. though the closest thing
to that color of eye was a werewolf—
matches the profile, quick to anger,
eager for that fight regardless of the
opponent… but it wasn’t quite right.
he’s missing something… ]
"If you ever get tired of making
enemies, I’m held up in a big
house just on the edge of the
territory. Can’t miss it. A few
of your type out there. We
have a good community going,
outside of militia control— if
you’re interested. Ask for
Joshua.. Bein’ angry all the
time is no way to live. I
would know. Take care, man.”
She wouldn’t interrupt him this time, mostly because she was far to curious about how he came to hear and see ghosts. As she listened Lydia wondered if they had something in common, while she had heard that voice she wasn’t sure her near death experience was what made it possible. Jeremy had been brought back from the dead but she hadn’t actually died. Of course she had yet to tell him what brought her to deaths door and she knew that it was only a matter of time before that would come up. Inclining her head to the side the redhead noticed how this entire conversation appeared to make him uncomfortable and a part of her could understand why. It couldn’t have been easy to discuss this with anyone without them thinking you were insane but Lydia—well she was just thankful that there was someone else out there that understood what she was going through. “So you paid the price because she brought you back? It doesn’t make sense to me—I didn’t die, I was—” she paused, her gaze dropping to a piece of paper on the table as she continued. “I was attacked, bitten by a wolf…that’s why I almost died. Do you think that’s why I was able to hear this Anna girl? What the hell is going on, none of this makes sense.”
He had gotten used to seeing the ghosts… it was just difficult to recall how it all began without hating himself. None of it was Bonnie’s fault— she did it for love. Jeremy was not prepared for how it felt coming face to face with the women he loved and lost. Ghosts had ruined his relationship, and he was coping. He had his goodbyes, his closure, but still carried that responsibility that came with hurting a girl whose only crime was loving someone as stupid as him. A headache was setting in; the teen lifted a hand to cradle his temple. “Werewolves don’t just attack humans. They’re usually the one protecting humans, usually against things that are a little less human and a little more dead.” Fingers flew from the side of his head, making gestures as he talked, trying to make sense of things. “What happened? —before, I mean. There had to be a reason why this wolf singled you out, something that prompted it… Do you know who the wolf was?”
I didn’t mean for things
to be ѕ υ ¢ н a d͕̬͙̯̺͢i͡s̨̖̲a̫͔̗̟̺͎͉͞ṣ̣̫͙̦̀t͕e̸͖̭̲r̡̯̙.
I just wanted ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʟᴩ.
I just wanted
ｔｏ Ｍ Ａ Ｔ Ｔ Ｅ Ｒ.
✗ten years of role play experience
✗four years of tumblr role play experience
✗plays alaric as a vampire unless asked/plotted otherwise
✗will be canon blog come season 6, seasons 4&5 will be played as if alaric had never been killed off
✗mun is 21 so adult themes will occur but will be tagged appropriately
✗skype and kik are always available for plotting/rp/chatting purposes
✗multi-ship and multi-verse
✗oc, au, and crossover friendly
✗always looking for new role play partners
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