#parkafrost

[smoakinoverwxtch]

❤️- How would you describe yourself? 💛- How do other people describe you?

❤️- How would you describe yourself?:  A giant dork! Lol. Um, I don’t know. I like to think I’m at the very least a nice person.

💛- How do other people describe you?: Depends who you ask lol. Um, people on twitter seem to like me! My friends would probably say I’m a little weird but in a good way.

[agentjadelance]

ofmarchwardcns + ❣

Positivity at @ofmarchwardcns

Well I just became familiar with the universe the character’s in for a short while now,but I can see the writter gets the character to a T and I suggest to keep on doing so but the threads seemed a wonder to read.

[itmeanscanary-blog]

@parkafrost replied to your post:

oops i just gave you a draft. sorry xD

*smacks you* 

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@enchantedbypower && @parkafrost replied to your post

<3333333 @ you two 

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For every ➰ I get, I’ll reveal a muse that I played in the past

@parkafrost

Avery Teague (a witch oc who I started playing Laurel because I used Katie Cassidy as her face claim and fell in love with all the arrow stuff i saw of her. Her original face claim was Olivia Wilde so we’re going with that.)

The universe had set her down a path of destruction and pain since she was a child. An uncontrolled wildfire was what her grams used to refer to her as. Brought home in cop cars to the point where she not only knew the officers names but every detail about their families and in a couple of cases a personal experience of what their kinks were. Mostly cause it always made Tristan jealous and she loved to get him all worked up. 

Her life had been an open book in the town she grew up in. All but the fact that while she may have left in her wake a trail of broken hearts, broken bones, and broken bones, she also literally left a trail of magic that bordered on the dark. All that kept her in the light was Tristan who had loved her so purely it was impossible for her to taint it like everything else and her father who seemed to have his own magical ability to calm her. Though as far as she knew her magic had only come from her mothers side.

Than he had died and whatever love Tristan had for her wasn’t enough. Not when she had lost their child. Yes she had been a wild child but what had she done to deserve that? What good was all this power if you couldn’t save the life of those you loved? Avery swore she would never be weak again. A move to New Orleans had introduced her to everything she would ever need to never be weak again. A master vampire who had connections with those who dabelled in the darker side. Avery licked her lips as she came down from the spell. Her own blood mixed with the bitch she had cut in the bar tonight, coating the knife that would cause unimaginable terrors to haunt her victims dreams.

[itmeanscanary-blog]

itmeanscanary

*sock slides in* sara would be the ‘but are they done yet?’ ‘can i taste?’ 'how long moRE?’ 'what do you MEAN i can’t taste the cookie dough??’ one. she is the taster.

@parkafrost

this time, it’s len and mick doing the ‘sara no’ instead of rip.

of course, its SARA YES because that is her thing. she would annoyingly sit on the counter or just hover while they were baking, and she’d def dip her finger in the cupcake icing