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"I hear you have been a very naughty boy, Mieczysław. Was I really gone long enough for you to become too comfortable with your surroundings?"

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( @sarcasticsnackpack gets Klaus )
"I hear you have been a very naughty boy, Mieczysław. Was I really gone long enough for you to become too comfortable with your surroundings?"
"alt!"
he doesn't bother looking up when he hears her footsteps, well aware by the uneasiness in her steps, just who it is. it's clear that she doesn't want to be there, it's clear that she doesn't want to see him. he is always in the back of her mind, chipping away at that tender spot that was made just for him. he feels something drop in his lap, his dark gaze lowers to see a fresh bag of pork rinds and gummy worms - a peace offering. a small twisted smirk paints his lips as his dark hues lift to meet her, ring clad fingers clasping the arm of his chair. " long time no see. " he finally says, the smirk from his lips never fading. " what - are you bored with zack morris already? i mean, i don't blame you… guy doesn't even have a backbone." he teased, leaning forward just enough to cause her breath to hitch. " you want to let me out, don't you? you want to have fun and cause mayhem like we used to. " he tilted his head, gaze darkening for a moment as he leaned back in his seat, tearing open the bag of pork rinds and popping a few into his mouth. " what do you say… you feel like making a deal with the devil, again? "
introducing the one, and only — kai parker.
send me "alt!" and I'll introduce you to a character's i’ve roleplayed in the past, want to play in the future or are currently playing somewhere else!
*OOC. ------ Lizard ( @lycanslain, @sarcasticsnackpack & @originalhatedbastard ) reaching peak stalker level this week with 3 of her blogs in my biggest fans then @sioraiocht slipping in there in the third spot.
closed short thanksgiving starter / requested by @sarcasticsnackpack.
⚰️ ―――― “ I'M NOT REALLY LOOKING FOR ANY COMPANY TODAY. it'll just be me, my bourbon, and some nice jazz [ .... ] ”
@sarcasticsnackpack ;; texts from last night (still accepting) Stiles wrote Text: it hurts to hear and I smell shapes.
[text: unknown number] This sounds unhealthy [text: unknown number] If you give me your location, I can get you medical attention
❝ the bottom line is, someone requires assistance and it is our duty to provide that assistance. ❞
@sarcasticsnackpack liked for a starter.
Piercing green eyes looked over the newcomer. Stefan thought the kid was scrawny, in that extra unhealthy way, shoulders hunched inward to make himself smaller. Deep exhausted circles surrounded his hollow eyes, accentuating what looked to be pale never before seen by the sun skin.
In short. The guy looked awful.
This would be interesting for Stefan's very first headcase.
"Have you ever even seen a horse?"
// @sarcasticsnackpack
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He also hadn't really planned on partying (trying and failing to put drinking behind him, finding alternative coping mechanisms that weren't drinking or fighting) but it was in Billy fashion that he would do something chanced. He certainly wasn't planning on making out or hooking up with anyone. Even if it had proved to be a good distraction from shit in the past, he knew now that he shouldn't no matter the appeal.
And well, he REALLY shouldn't have with Stiles. Friendship was already notoriously hard for Billy. Between his short temper, his erratic anger, and overall lack of emotional regulation - he wasn't really friend material. The added complications of an awkward morning after were entirely unneeded. Brain foggy and slow, warming up and catching up to everything that transpired he grimaces. "The real question is why would you be dreamin' about me, dumbass." No bedside manner, no sweet post-encounter cuddling. Just make to the same old mean Billy. "Not that I really blame you. I do look hot in leather. And hotter out of it."