#prettylittlebanshee

[banefulbloodstream-archive-blog]

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ASDFDHGFHGJ, really? But I am not worthy to be a favorite blog of an awesome blog. You are too kind. And deluded. And crazy.

[classicgreenberg]

+ prettylittlebanshee, argentsavestheday, shecoyote, screaminglikealunatic

            “W-what are you doing?

                                          This is the boy's locker room--”

                 { Stay cool Greenberg, stay cool. }

[indiegificons]

YOU'RE AN ANGEL. And yes, they work perfectly! c:

Glad I could help!

[indiegificons]

Hey, do you know where I could find icons of Joanna Garcia Swisher? I only found some on tumblr and some on hollow-art.

I found some on insane journal here and here. Hope those work!

[thebrokenboyking-archive]

"I am finding I like this world less and less."

[lurkinghalex]

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// Have it on my list now darlin.

[salvatorebastardarchive-blog]

A new Change

     Asher had been teaching at Beacons Hill High school for a while now, getting use to the students and quickly having things spread about him being tough. What he did notice was the amount of werewolves that seemed to be in town. It felt like when he was growing up in Salem with all the werewolves. But there was one student he noticed smelt different than the others, something he hadn't smelled before. The first time he had even noticed it was when he had first entered town looking for somebody and there had been a scream that caused his vampiric senses to go over the edge and made him feel like one of the bodies he had left. It had been louder to him than others he was sure even though he had been on the outskirts of town.

     He had located the source of the smell though in one of his classes. A young red head that was smarter than she pretended to be. Sitting at his desk he flipped through a few papers before hearing the bell ring. "Miss Martin I'd like you to stay behind," Asher said without looking up from his work. He wanted to talk to her privately without the werewolves and hunter's daughter around. As the class left he stood, blurring and closing the doors, turning to look at her. "I had a personal question to ask you away from your friends. What are you?" He asked as he turned to her. "Your scent isn't something I've gotten before so I'm a little confused on what exactly you are." It was probably too forward of a question but he wanted to know exactly what she was or else it'd bother him for weeks. Might as well nip the curiosity now rather and never let it be happy.