#blogofthedeads

[redeeminghonour]

╚ idek

SEND ME A ╚ FOR MY MUSE’S HONEST OPINION OF YOURS

"Uh…you sort of startled me when you bumped into me, not the bad way you know. Just— it made me feel a bit wary to see a stranger all that upset and I don’t know you all that well to give out an opinion yet, though I’d love to get to know you more."

[senzxamore-blog]

erh, blogofthedeads? :D

send me a URL and i will talk about them

OMG HELLO <3 So you make me the proudest person ever okay? You do. How long have you been RPING now and you’re so quality. Oh my god I still remember when we first talked and you’ve come so far and you’re just so perfect, you got that? I love rping with you, and you better know that!

Seriously. Though, you’re so lovely and so sweet, and everyone needs to love you down just like I do, kay? Oh and our post-apocalypse thread has me so giddy, I love it and it is perfection and omg it is turning out so well!

[redeeminghonour]

☆ zuko's getting kisseeeeessss

Send “☆” to see how my muse reacts to a kiss on the forehead.

           ”That’s a very…affectionate way of saying thank you.”

[tommy-larson]

Hangover || Closed |||

Tommy wakes up on the floor of a strange room, his face pressed into the carpet, and his head pounding. "Fuck......." He groans, sitting up, rubbing his eyes, and looking around. Next to him is a girl, or what looks like a girl, and he looks down. There's a feather attached to his crotch, and he freezes for a second. "D-did we.....?" The brunette mutters, crawling over piles of clothes, and... animals to find his glasses to see exactly how wild things had gotten.

[tommy-larson]

Hangover!

// I'll just do a starter, and tag you. C:

[tommy-larson]

//  You guys sent those at exactly the same time. XD

[alittleache-blog]

+{Blogofthedeads}

Alexander tipped back yet another glass of whiskey, relishing the burn as it spilled down his throat. His side was riddled with bruises; his muscles ached with every small movement he made. The alcohol was numbing the pain, but just barely.

This was the price he had to pay for engaging in his line of work. He would consider changing his employment, but it paid too well and he needed the money. Sarah depended on it, and he refused to let his sister down.

There was a movement to his right as someone settled onto the stool beside him. He gave them a quick sideways glance, but nothing more. "Can you believe it's only Wednesday?" he asked, his voice low and gravelly. He didn't know if she could hear him over the din of the bar, but he didn't mind either way. Silence was nice. Conversation would be better, but he wasn't going to kill himself if she didn't respond.

[justwakeupstiles-archive-blog]

Yay, a Stiles roleplayer that doesn't ship Sterek :')

Some dereks have pushed the ship onto me and im likeh ur making derek a whore plz stop now