ᴩʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴛᴇʀᴍꜱ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ
「semi-hiatus in effect」
"Hail to the king, hail to the one.
Kneel to the crown, stand in the sun.
Hail to the king."
WARNING(s): Mature themes, sex, violence, arson, crime, illegal street racing, etc.
「Highly Selective indie OC 21+」
「mun does not accept M!As」
ᴘᴏsᴛ ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴀᴛᴇ ɢɪᴠᴇᴀᴡᴀʏ !!
Since everyone’s shown such enthusiastic interest
in my template style here, & I’m feeling somewhat
generous right now, I am gonna give away THREE
customized templates like this, based on winners’
muses. RULES are simple. Must be following me
& you must reblog this post. Otherwise, all’s fair in
love and ambition. Giveaway ends at 3am CST.
Going offline and to sleep.
Love all you lovely muffins.
Well I’m at 277! currently and I thought it was about time I gave back to the community. You’ve all stuck around and have been especially kind to me. Thank you all for being patience and hanging around to RP with me. Thank you all so much not only for writing with me but supporting my on my journey as a writer, thank you! This is a special 300FF Giveaway!!! WOO! Yess FREE SHIT, everyone loves free pretty things! Rules below and prizes listed under the cut. Winners will be chosen at random with a handy dandy randomizer.
Rules Are As Follows:
YOU MUST BE FOLLOWING ME!
( i’ll check and please do not unfollow afterwards )
Reblogs only! ( likes do NOT count )
Must be an Independent RP
Feel free to promo me to your friends!
”You’re sweet!” The female is
highly amused though with that
she’s leaning in again. “I’m Laura.”
It’s a loud scene, even for the wolves
of New York; and she is more than
happy to be here. It’s much needed.
”You have a really nice everything!”
Charmed, the Russian rumbled with laughter,
purely amused his blunder engendered
something genuine. ❛Krystof,❜
He’d only been in New York for a month,
visiting local werewolf exclusive social scene
rarely as he was wholly unfamiliar with the
scents, though the blond Alpha had come
once again in hopes of meeting up with her.
❛Well that’s clearly bias,
you haven’t seen my everything yet.❜
;;- i don’t know, i’m kind of close to my next hundred
but i also just really love making icons so this is just
a small giveaway for my followers because icons are
fun! basically, like/reblog this and i’ll randomly pick
three people to get a pack of thirty icons of a
faceclaim of their choice. you must be following me
and this will only last for a day so, i’ll end this tonight.
The situation was definitely getting out of control. It wasn’t enough with the arrogant -and possibly dangerous- presence of an unknown alpha on town, it wasn’t enough with the dead, putrefied bodies that took him by surprise…Derek hated surprises. And this new wolf was completely full of them, probably the reason why he couldn’t stand to remain on a substantial proximity radius with his person.
No, apparently wasn’t enough with the unpleasant surprises before a new one showed up on the door of his loft in the middle of the night. Derek watched the wolf with incredulous eyes and a evident surprise on his face before he started to drag the weak body to the inside of the reducide space of his temporary home. Leaving a reddened trail of dry blood on the floor, the beta let him collapse there, wrinkling his nose at the penetrant hedor that escaped from the body of the wolf.
"You reek like wolfsbane." he sentenced, searching for his lighter in the middle of the absolute mess that was his table "Try to go back to your human form."
Beacon Hills served to be a land rampant with supernatural thrills
much to the Russian’s adrenaline seeking enjoyment. However hunters
amateur and veteran alike also took to their code rather efficiently, none
of which Krystof dealt commonly amid his homelands where a Serbian
sized wolf was typical fauna. Golden alpha had been rather precipitous
in his hunts, slaughter a vagrant wendigo the hunters had been tracking
and managed to become their quarry, an wolf of his stature was a
Vision swarmed with darkness, limbs weak with aconite poisoning,
he blacked out sprawled across Hale’s apartment floor. A thunderstorm
raged sonorous amid his skull, clang, clang, clang. Lightening flared behind
lids, stomach wretched something vile and the wolf bolted messily on his
forepaws, spilling putrid inky bile splashing against the puddle of dark blood.
Tawny head whirled at Derek’s voice, vermeil eyes muted and hazy with his
lack of cognition, yet though his sense of smell burned of wolvesbane; there
was the ebony wolf, he was safe for the moment.
Claws scrabbled weakly against the floor whilst the canine attempted
to gather his weight neath his legs before succumbing to the fever with a
piteous whine and the shuddering of limbs, hulking alpha form relinquished
for the bare of human flesh, soiled with grim of the preserve and tainted blood.
"It was part of the answer.”
❛Sex and chocolate~
But its not even my birthday!❜
#I NEED ABSOLUTE SILENCE WHEN I FALL INTO CHARACTER
B R E A K I N G N E W S
↳ we’re getting reports that claim “tumblr roleplayers” are
”allowed” to do “whatever they want” with “their” blogs. why?
bloggers are calling it “free will.”
we’ll keep you updated as this story progresses.