#ursiines

[herroyaldarkness]

/lays melons and oranges and peaches and love down at your feet ayyy

melon - my first impression of you

I used to stalk you waaaay back on that Tatiana OC you had, but going off the first time we spoke ooc I think my impression was that you were a very warm and welcoming and nice and also fricken hilarious??? LIKE I MEAN I THINK OUR FIRST CHAT HAD ME MAKING YOU DL STEAM AND YOU MAKING ME PLAY SKYRIM AND NOW WE JUST CASUALLY SHOUT AT EACH OTHER AND I LOVE THOSE SORT OF PEopLE?? 

peach - what i like most about your blog

the writing is pretty A+ amazing knock u over what the hell hit my head ow. It's difficult to write an OC on tumblr and not give up and keep them purely your own and you do it very well. I'm always impressed by people who can.

orange - my opinion of you now and our status

MY OPINION HASNT CHANGED FROM FIRST IMPRESSION EXCEPT FOR MORE THOROUGHLY KNOWING YOUR TASTE IS IMPECCABLE AND LOVING YOUR OUAT COMMENTARY AND BEING HELLA EXCITE FOR YOUR EMMA BLOG AND IDK MY STATUS IS EXCITED P. MUCH. You are a doll and so kind and genuine and yes I really find that refreshing.

[tellthewolvesimhomex]

ursiines

            ❝ You want to—-what? ❞

[tellthewolvesimhomex]

kiss me~~~

5. Lips

            She probably shouldn't. It's probably a really bad idea.            Well, it's definitely a really bad idea. They've been—-            close, for lack of a better word. Allison's starting to get            it. Notices the way Ursine flushes, the way she looks at            her. Notices the smiles, the way she drops by ‘ just             because, ’ the way they spend all their time together.                                                            Somewhere down the line,                                                             Allison kind of––well. Too.                                                                           She, too.                        That's why this was a monumentally bad idea.                        Allison didn't have time to get involved with her.                        She had her land to watch, her school to...do,                        and work to be had. Allison swore off people                        a while ago. She's done three years on her                        own, and she's fine. She's just peachy.    And yet, here Ursine is, looking earnest as ever,    bright eyed and happy, walking back to Allison's    apartment after a movie with her. Ridiculous. She    had a tv, why were they going to the movies?                                                Because Ursine asked.                                                Allison realizes, with a                                                sinking feeling, that she                                                was kind of growing                                                 powerless to her. Great.                              Ursine's gushing about the action, the sheer                              absurdity of cars and robots (which, Allison                               could argue with werewolves, but), and Ally                              doesn't mean to cut her off, she just kind of.                              It's a bad idea. Allison knows it is.             But she nudges Ursine back against the building they            were passing, one hand moving to tangle into blonde            locks, the other finding soft skin under the hem of her            shirt. Despite the way it goes, there's enough time for            Urs to stop her if she wants––push her away, especially            with her strength. It wouldn't be hard. But she doesn't            move, waiting, eyes doe-wide. Allison wants to kill the            surprise off of her face, so she does. Slides a thigh             between both of Ursine's, leans in and catches her            mouth, softer than she expected. Digs her fingers into            her hip, just enough pressure to tingle, swipes her             tongue over the seam of Ursine's lips and presses             closer; doesn't mean to crowd her, she just wants to be                             c    l    o    s    e    r .

[strongforalittlethingarchiv-blog]

A glance at her outfit made her question why Katniss ever agreed to such a thing and why Anna had no say in it. She looked ridiculous but at the same time, a part of her actually liked it and the flare it brought out of her, standing tall next to Ursine, she gave him a light smile, trying to put as much confidence in such an action as she could. "Well, at least these have that wow factor to them."

[herroyaldarkness]

[/bundles up my url and puts it down at ur feet as an offering]

SEND A URL AND I WILL ANSWER THE FOLLOWING;

Do I Follow Them?:  Yes

Why Did I Follow Them?:  Emma’s fault prob

Do We Role Play?: WE HAVEN’T BUT WE SHOULD

Do I Want To Role Play With Them: YES DID U NOT HEAR ME UP THERE?

An AU Idea For Our Muses: [ I think we need to RP to have an AU ]

A Song For Our Muses:  

Do I Ship Our Muses?: No

What I Think About The Mun: YOU ARE VERY VERY VERY NICE AND A FUCKING AMAZING WRITER AND HAVE VERY GOOD TASTES IN THINGS AND ALSO TEXAS BECAUSE THAT’S COOL AND I NEED TO KNOW YOU BETTER P. MUCH.

Overall Opinion: If you think OCs aren’t worth following, you are wrong. Go follow. right now. Do it. Just hover her url and click follow. 

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[flamesconsume]

ursiines

             " Tell me --          does the sea             soothe you ?                    I find it does                 ease my --                  wearied heart. "

[motherednature]

[ something bad happens ]

ursine: [ looks at sylvana ]

agni: [ looks at sylvana ]

vilkas: [ looks at sylvana ]

fina: [ fights the urge to look at sylvana ]

sylvana:

sylvana:

sylvana: i came out here to have a good time and honestly i am feeling so attacked right now

[animalmasked]

                    "-- -- You ever crashed at the crib in 53rd place?                       Cause you look just like the Betty that used to                       go dancin' with Mr.Brownstone every night."