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@bloodxndwhiskey hurt my butt.

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Ya deserve it.

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Tired as hell, Jesse wandered into Cassidy's room. Tulip was out at the hurt locker; Denis somewhere else. He sat down at the foot of the bed. "Cass?"

Blowing smoke out in a thin stream, Cassidy set the still-smouldering cigarette in the ashtray beside his bed. Sitting up, the vampire straightened up, leaning comfortably against the headboard, fixing the preacher with his usual half-smirk teasing his lips. “T’ what do I owe th’ pleasure, Padre? Yeh look like yeh got th’ weight o’ th’ world on yer mind.”

[bloodxndwhiskey]

{ Proinsias, I understand you don't sleep much, but c'mon, let me sleep more than four hours. }

{ Never before have I so aptly named a cat. Needy little shit. }

[bloodxndwhiskey]

You won and she chose you

And she loved you and she's gone

It's over, isn't it?

Why can't I move on?

[bloodxndwhiskey]

ヾ(⌐■_■)ノ♪

| ヾ(⌐■_■)ノ♪: what are your favorite band(s)/artist(s)?

{ Currently, my favourite is a three way tie between Green Day, Marianas Trench, and the Dropkick Murphys }

[bloodxndwhiskey]

Roses are red, violets are blue, would you like to rp? Cause I sure missed you <3

@uncrowned9queen

{ I'm always up for roleplay, hun! }

[littlered247]

Let's play kinkshame or kinksame

Send me a kink and I’ll reply with kinkshame or kinksame

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Get to know the mun

¯\_(ツ)_/¯: do you have any tumblr friends? if so, who are they?

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°): relationship status?

ಠ_ಠ: what is your biggest pet peeve?

(ಥ_ಥ): finish this: i hate it when...

ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ: what is your favorite animal?

(☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞ ☜(ﾟヮﾟ☜): who is someone you can tell everything to?

(づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ: are you a hugger?

(╯°□°)╯︵ ʞooqǝɔɐɟ: besides tumblr, do you have any other social media?

﴾͡๏̯͡๏﴿?: how old are you?

(╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻: what are your thoughts on school?

| (• ◡•)| (❍ᴥ❍ʋ): favorite tv show?

(ง'̀-'́)ง: are you okay?

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ✧: sexual orientation?

┬┴┬┴┤(･_├┬┴┬┴: are you a people person or a loner?

ლ(ಠ益ಠლ): do you have any siblings?

ಠ╭╮ಠ: have you ever self harmed?

(づ￣ ³￣)づ: have you ever been in love?

(☞ﾟ∀ﾟ)☞: would you rather be hugged by a bunny or kissed by a doe?

(ノಠ益ಠ)ノ彡┻━┻: how do you let your anger out?

ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ: are you active?

ヾ(⌐■_■)ノ♪: what are your favorite band(s)/artist(s)?

（╯°□°）╯︵(\ .o.)\: who is your least favorite person?

♥‿♥: tell us about your crush!

◔̯◔: what time is it?

◕‿◕: what is your guilty pleasure?

[bloodxndwhiskey]

I'm back!

( After a long so very long I'm sorry break, I'm back and ready to go! If anyone feels like playing with this Irish bastard, let me know! Season two has me so excited! )

[bloodxndwhiskey]

{ Why am I so insecure like I want to be a good Cassidy and I see others that are perfect and I get so discouraged ugh }

[tvvolips]

bloodxndwhiskey:

Relishing in the warm weight of her head resting against him, Cassidy allowed the beaming grin to dim to a genuine, soft smile. Her question, however, caught the Irishman off guard. Chewing on the inside of his bottom lip, he weighed his options – tell the truth and risk the consequences, or lie and let his honest feelings eat him up from the inside out? Glancing down at her, the vampire noted her drunken state, proof in the form of the multitude of bottles littering their table. If he was lucky, Tulip was inebriated enough that she’d remember nothing of the conversation. So Cassidy went with the former option.

“There aren’ enough words in th’ world t’ tell yeh how much yeh mean t’ me, love. Fell head ov'r heels fer yeh th’ first time I saw yeh. Cupid’s a right bastard an’ shot me hard.” In a bold move and taking advantage of her drunken state, the vampire pulled her close to him, admiring the way she fit so perfectly against him, dropping a barely-there kiss to the top of her head.

A soft breath of laughter puffs past Tulip’s lips, one that’s low, nothing like any previous giggles she’s dispelled. She’s damn good at recovering from alcohol when she wants; it’s how she’s won so many drinking contests back in the day, hell, she drank so many truckers under the table she had wads of cash in her clutches. She lifts her head to look towards Cassidy with sharp, cold eyes, her lips drawn in a sympathetic smile. “You’re goddamn stupid if you ever think I’d love you over Jesse,” she tells him this ‘cos she friggin’ cares. She’s not gonna lead him on no more, not gonna pretend she doesn’t know how desperately he wants her. 

“All’s we’d ever be is friends with benefits or some shit. Never lovers. Never anything more than me an’ Jess.” 

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Of course. When had luck even been on the Irishman's side? Cassidy knew the moment she looked at him that any drunken stupour that might've been lingering in Tulip's system was gone. He was a fool to the core. The words sting, his pride wounded and gut twisting uncomfortably, rebelling against him with his hurt. Feeling his heart drop like lead into his stomach, the vampire showed no emotion, save for a twitch of his mouth, as if a rebuttle is trying to force its way out and he's only just containing it.

And yet. . .

There it is, that fucking useless emotion: hope. The hope that he could be what Jesse was to her, that he was enough. He bites his tongue, preventing himself from spilling his thoughts like verbal vomit, instead just issuing a small grunt of a noise, an acknowledgement that she was heard.

[bloodxndwhiskey]

“That shouldn’t have worked, but it did.”

Jacksepticeye Sentence Starters!

"Tha’ seems t’ be a common thing wit’ me around. Story o’ my life, mate.”

[bloodxndwhiskey]

Very glad you're active again. I really enjoy your Cassidy.

{ You’re so sweet, thank you! It’s great to be back! }

[rp-ask-memes-deactivated2026012]

MAKE MY CHARACTER FEEL LOVED.

all of this ANGST lately – while nice – it’s getting a bit OLD. I want your character to try their best and make mine feel super loved. give them ALL you’ve got. make them blush like crazy and CRY because they’ve never heard such beautiful things before. do it. I dare you.

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Get to know the mun

¯\_(ツ)_/¯: do you have any tumblr friends? if so, who are they?

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°): relationship status?

ಠ_ಠ: what is your biggest pet peeve?

(ಥ_ಥ): finish this: i hate it when...

ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ: what is your favorite animal?

(☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞ ☜(ﾟヮﾟ☜): who is someone you can tell everything to?

(づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ: are you a hugger?

(╯°□°)╯︵ ʞooqǝɔɐɟ: besides tumblr, do you have any other social media?

﴾͡๏̯͡๏﴿?: how old are you?

(╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻: what are your thoughts on school?

| (• ◡•)| (❍ᴥ❍ʋ): favorite tv show?

(ง'̀-'́)ง: are you okay?

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ✧: sexual orientation?

┬┴┬┴┤(･_├┬┴┬┴: are you a people person or a loner?

ლ(ಠ益ಠლ): do you have any siblings?

ಠ╭╮ಠ: have you ever self harmed?

(づ￣ ³￣)づ: have you ever been in love?

(☞ﾟ∀ﾟ)☞: would you rather be hugged by a bunny or kissed by a doe?

(ノಠ益ಠ)ノ彡┻━┻: how do you let your anger out?

ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ: are you active?

ヾ(⌐■_■)ノ♪: what are your favorite band(s)/artist(s)?

（╯°□°）╯︵(\ .o.)\: who is your least favorite person?

♥‿♥: tell us about your crush!

◔̯◔: what time is it?

◕‿◕: what is your guilty pleasure?

[tvvolips]

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Send me a 💀 and I’ll generate a number, 1 - 111, for what my muse will say to yours.

“Shut up or I’ll put a bullet in your skull.”

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He glanced over his shoulder, seeing no one, before returning his attention to the pissed off woman in front of him, cocking an eyebrow in question. "Jus' be a waste of'a bullet, but fill me on on what I did t' deserve t' be shot at fer?"

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Anticipation filled him, and the Irishman waited for her to close the distance, looking so goddamned beautiful in the dim light of the bar, the neon signs adding flecks of bright colour in wide eyes. And then time stops before she’s laughing. He’s stunned for a moment before his mind catches up to the scene before him, and a small voice within the vampire’s head berates him for being fooled into this once again. Tulip wasn’t wrong – Cassidy’s heart had been broken far more times than he could keep track of, both from unrequited love and death of those that returned his affections. He could’ve sworn he was numb to it by now, but each time was still like a dagger, piercing him with no mercy.

Slapping a grin on his face, Cassidy couldn’t stay hurt, not with the melodious sound that was Tulip’s laugh ringing in his ears, even if it was at his own expense. His thumb rubbed absently against her knuckles, shaking his head. “Think yeh had a bit much t’ drink, Turnip,” he said, choosing not to comment on her accurate statement, instead bringing her attention to a different subject, eager not to talk about his lack of a love life.

“Yuh-huh,” Tulip agrees, dropping her forehead to the table again with a solid thump. She’s quiet for a moment before she’s hauling her head (as though it weighed at least ten-truckloads more than usual) and placing it on his shoulder, her brow furrowing in apparent frustration (or inebriation). “How much you love me?” Tulip’s bawdy, thick accent is gone, replaced by a ragged whisper. She hates alcohol, hates it a whole-goddamn lot right now ‘cos it’s s’posed to make her feel goddamn numb to the world but now she’d being barraged by a whole lot of feelings that she doesn’t like. Each relative thought towards Jesse Custer has her chest full of brambles, each thought on anything does at this point, honestly. 

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Relishing in the warm weight of her head resting against him, Cassidy allowed the beaming grin to dim to a genuine, soft smile. Her question, however, caught the Irishman off guard. Chewing on the inside of his bottom lip, he weighed his options -- tell the truth and risk the consequences, or lie and let his honest feelings eat him up from the inside out? Glancing down at her, the vampire noted her drunken state, proof in the form of the multitude of bottles littering their table. If he was lucky, Tulip was inebriated enough that she'd remember nothing of the conversation. So Cassidy went with the former option.

"There aren' enough words in th' world t' tell yeh how much yeh mean t' me, love. Fell head ov'r heels fer yeh th' first time I saw yeh. Cupid's a right bastard an' shot me hard." In a bold move and taking advantage of her drunken state, the vampire pulled her close to him, admiring the way she fit so perfectly against him, dropping a barely-there kiss to the top of her head.