#oceanblooded

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foxofthe100 said:

*SCREAMS LOUDLY*

THAT GOT LONGER THAN PLANNED ORIGINALLY. AND I JUST.

oceanblooded said:

YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO BELL IN A VERSE WHERE I CAN'T SCREAM AT YOU WITH HALE kllkDHKJAHSKAJH

I MEAN. YOU CAN STILL TOTALLY SCREAM AT ME WITH HALE IN THIS VERSE, YOU KNOW. I’M ALLOWING IT. BELL’S ALLOWING IT OBVIOUSLY. SCREAM AT ME, KAY. SCREAM AT BELL, HALE. HE GON GET A PHONE CALL.

[bxar]

                      Domin couldn’t help himself. He tried.But his control slipped and he before he knew it he was following the woman and not even trying to hide it. Not that hiding was easy for Domin, considering his size. Curiosity simply got the best of the giant man as he followed her, frowning as he attempted to solve the puzzle without asking for help.

@oceanblooded

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oceanblooded replied to your photoset:

i need you to not

I mean. I could do certain gifs from a certain terribad horror movie.

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oceanblooded said:

sessionbox is a blessing tho  NOTHING IS STOPPING HIM

I need to invest in sessionbox. Cause I are lazy. That and the stupid email log in thing is annoying to deal with. lmfao OKAY. TRUE. WELL. HOPE YER READY FOR THIS.

[survivormoves]

@oceanblooded

     When first he had laid eyes upon Luna, she had been sick. In a way everyone had imagined she would not make it. And at first, he had wanted to push it off. Tell himself it wasn't any of his business. That they didn't do jackshit for him either. But the sight of that little girl, the way Abby had pleaded for the medicine. He had felt something inside of him flicker. Perhaps it was mingled with bad intentions, but there was also good intentions in there. He had WANTED it to work. Had WANTED that kid to survive. She hadn't. Oh how life laughed at him. He followed in his father's footsteps and failed just as hard. The medicine didn't cure the kid ( only difference being he did eventually heal up, but not with the medicine ).

       Where else do I have to go. Good question, there wasn't much left. The end of the world was around the corner.  Where else could they go. He didn't know. Just did all he could to ensure the survival of himself and Emori by now, because who else would if not him and her? They couldn't count on others to do it for them...

                             What would you do if you had no one else left?

          Lose my mind, actually. A moment in time he didn't look back on fondly. Living in solitude with nothing to keep him company then the demons he woke with. A bitter smile curled around his lips once befor ehe slowly nodded, to show he understood what she meant.  " Yeah...  I see where you're coming from. "

[anxietyworn]

        It's   been   hours   since   her   world   came   tumbling   down,   &   she   found   out   that   she   was   a   halfblood.   Was   it   a   little   late   in   her   life   to   figure   it   out?   Probably.   But   nonetheless,   here   she   was.   Hands   shoved   in   her   pockets,   she's   just   starting   to   wander   around.   Meeting   people   wasn't   in   her   plan   until   she   turned   back   to   look   at   something   ---   &   ran   face   first   into   someone.   ❝   Oh,   shit,   sorry   ---   I   don't   know   where   I'm   going.   ❞      She   really   didn't.   She   hadn't   even   been   properly   claimed   yet   by   her   other   parent.

@oceanblood​.

[whatscanon-arch]

🔥    :    @oceanblood​​‘s    PERCY   wants to hook up with   LYDIA   ! 

               “   well, this group project just got   SIGNIFICANTLY  more entertaining . . .   ”

[seesgood]

She was listening to Elena rant about Damon when it happened. The headache had lasted for days, so at first, she hadn’t noticed the fact that it had seemed to get worse. But then her fingers had started to tingle, and when she inhaled deeply, it wasn’t the smell of cooking hamburgers and burnt coffee that she smelled but something crisper. Fresher. Like the beach that her dad had taken her to once. And when she’d blinked and her eyes had opened again, she wasn’t seeing her best friend anymore. She was seeing water lapping at a shore, hearing people shrieking in laughter as they rode the waves rolling into the shore. And at the center of it all was a woman. Wild hair, dark brown eyes, it felt slightly akin to getting struck by a bolt of lightning when her eyes mat hers. “Who are you?” Caroline’s voice held the slightest edge of panic to it as she glanced around, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Where---” The few signs that she could see weren’t in English. And there weren’t any beaches like this within probably hundreds of miles from Mystic Falls. And yet she could feel the sand between her toes and the wind in her hair and she could practically taste the salt in the air. 

---- @oceanblooded ; we are one.