#holyexecutioner

[thexonlyexception]

Thread post

I am going to tag the people I know I have a thread with and that I have responded to. If I miss you, just message me.

THIS IS NOT ME TELLING YOU TO HURRY UP. This is just for my own benefit so I can get reorganized.

[theylook-sad-blog]

We don't have much right now. Carl has to go on a run, but... uh.. you're welcome to wait until he goes.

[deathxinxaxbox]

New Followers

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A pretty woman and a scary looking guy. One was a lot more welcome than the other. Hopefully it didn't take to long for the guy to sod off so he could begin enticing his lovely guest. 

" 'Ello mates. Can I 'elp you with someit'?"

[maggie-talbot-blog]

I know I didn't end up replying to much today, but I got stuck on a reply. Half way through it at the moment, so I should be able to finish it tomorrow, along with tenish more...

Holyexecutioner - it was no trouble with the fcs, I love looking for them~ might be able to find some more later.

[maggie-talbot-blog]

So I decided to do maths for how many years Bela would have spent in hell if she came back in 2014 for my 2014!verse.

Dean cracked and started torturing after... 60 or 90 years?

Bela spent 558 years in hell. I need a demon verse, I so do. I should probably play her a little more relaxed in getting her hands dirty too.

[walkersbait-archive-blog]

holyexecutioner replied to your post: does anyone wanna rp tho?? i have an open starter....

[AGGRESSIVELY WISHES TO RP WITH U]

omfg GOOD i wanna rp with u lets plot somethin out or u could reply to my open starter idk im good with anything

[suuffle]

She's exhausted. She can barely catch her breath and whenever she does, the dead air scratches at her throat and distracts her from running. She can't work out just how long she's been running for -- her legs throb but the adrenaline is pulsing so hard throughout her petite form that she barely even notices it.

That is, until, she realises she's managed to corner herself. There's the press of brick against her back and the dead are closing in. Somewhere along the way she's lost the small blade she was wielding, and even if she'd still had it, it wouldn't be much use on this many of them.

Her voice is hoarse, but audible, and it echoes and reaches over the stretch of streets when she calls out for help.

[maggie-talbot-blog]

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[Bela was scared. If there was anything she hated the most, it was letting her true feelings known. It was something that left her vulnerable, raw. Bela Talbot was as sly as a fox with a drop of feline-like-tendencies. She took advantage of others, wormed out their feelings and shut off her own. Except now — now she had to say how she felt about him. A man she still didn’t know the name of. Perhaps she could lie… except she couldn’t]

What is there to say? Some redneck Van Helsing wannabe that happened to come along at the right time to save me. Why get close to someone who is only going to leave me behind? Better rob him blind before he has a chance to make me eat his dust.

[Half truths were always harder for the receiver to figure out, with her luck, no one would notice. She was adept at lying, of course.]