#iuniperi

since I know Cat is waiting for me

Send '❀' if my muse is one of your favorites

Send me a Url and I'll answer these questions

*Grabs cheese from you (because that's my favorite thing to eat)*

My first impression on the Url or their character: I was honestly rather intimidated at first. I know that's silly now but we were playing the same character and everyone freaking loves you. Even though I will admit I was sad when you were using Bonnie as your FC. Can't help it. My gut instinct is to just be like... nope, when I see her face for Ginny. 

Do I Rp with them?: Does a fish swim? Does Cory love Topanga? 

Do I want to Rp with them?: Is the song 'Ironic' not actually a good example of irony?

Do I ever have any gifwars or talk to them?: Don't think we've ever had gif wars but talk we do.

My opinion on their character: I so enjoy your Ginny. It so much fun to see how our muses are similar and yet so different. That contrast is always so fun to see. And you've so tapped into the effect that Riddle had on her and developed it in a way that feels both Ginny and unique to your Ginny. 

put one of these in my ask and see how my muse replies

  “I don’t even know, we just gotta sit here and wait for my dumbass of a brother.”

      [ A bunch of what ever those things were had come into town and well weren’t fond of the werewolf population, so Camden automatically said he’d need to be around Ginny at all times because he had to keep her safe. Isaac just groaned and agreed and now they were in something that he assumed was Derek’s loft and if those things even came near them?

put one of these in my ask and see how my muse replies

Scott’s world slowed, and in the few seconds it took Ginny’s form to fall, Scott’s heart stopped, and his feet moved at an impossible speed.

"Ginny! Ginny no, no, come on. Hey you’re still with me alright? You gotta stay with me."

Her eyes were drooping and her freckled face was visibly losing color, and magic or not, she was dying. And Scott, could do nothing but watch her. He felt tears cloud his eyes, and his vision blur, her flaming red hair nothing more than an uneasy palor.

"Gin, come on. I can- I can’t lose you. Remember? we were going to go mess with people? Do random stupid things just for the hell of it? What about all the froot loops youre going to miss out on? You can’t go." The last sentence came out in more of a plea, his voice broken and oozing with depression. Over the past few days, she’d become like his sister. A brave, impulsive, sometimes irrational sister that Scott would die for, and here she was, doing the same for him. it was a dreary thought really, one of them living without the other. It was a world he didn’t want to be apart.

//You don’t know how tempted I am for Ginny to bluntly ask him what fruit loops are.