#theweredrifter

what is one thing you think about the mun?

Tequila aunt at BEST

Sat on the sofa with the TV casting some sort of trash reality show that he wasn't even paying attention to, Caspian propped himself up as he cupped a hand around his lighter, igniting the end of the joint that was trapped between his lips.

Lets get some NaCl-y on Munday! @theweredrifter said: What are some things you are tired of seeing in the RPing community?

((Ho boy there's a few things here so I'm gonna put these below the cut lol))

High off his ass, sprawled out on the floor with one of the pillows from the sofa under his head and a bag of chips beside him, Caspian couldn't have been more content if he tried. His eyes were shut, and he was listening to Gabriel go on about his dating life, which was more relatable than he'd expected in all honesty. Maybe the dating pool was just shit for everyone then. "Women are weird. I get the whole having options things, but why dick around so much with a guy's emotions when he's genuinely interested in you? Or why not just say you're otherwise occupied?" He snickered, reaching a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose.

There was a brief moment of silence, and honestly, Cas had zoned out in it until Gabriel spoke up again. The inquiry in question made him reopen his eyes and lift his head up to look at the other, laughing a bit, "I'll suck face with anyone, toots. I don't discriminate. All lips are good for kissing." A genuine reply before letting his head fall back again. Caspian couldn't hold back his laughter assured him he was some kind of expert in kissing men. "What did I get myself into? Some sort of seminar on how to like dick?"

Gabe apparently had some sort of idea, and if he knew anything, it was that ideas while high were always chaotic. With a low groan, he pushed himself up to a seated position and cracked his neck, just in time to see Gabe crawling his way over to him. At first, he chuckled in amusement, "What on earth are you on?" A rhetorical question, he had provided what Gabe was on.

But that amusement soon turned to bewilderment when Gabe kept coming forward, until their faces were mere inches apart. Caspian swallowed harshly, his heartbeat in his throat. In a blink, the gap between them is closed, and their lips are entwined, a curt sound of surprise escaping his lungs.

His body reacted while his mind was struggling to keep up actively. His eyes fluttered shut, and he leaned into it, indulging in the taste of Gabe's tongue by circling it with his own. There's a sound that resembled a moan somewhere in between passes of their lips, a hand grounding itself on the back of Gabriel's head, fingers curling in his hair.

Time didn't feel real in those moments.

When the other drew back, he was suddenly aware of how little he'd remembered to breathe and cleared his throat, blinking himself back into focus. Taking the hand from Gabriel's hair away, he ran it back through his own. Caspian exhaled a huff of amusement when he's accused of holding back, looking down into his own lap for a moment, "I wouldn't say that's the reason in particular why I was holdin' back, toots." The sentiment was low, gravely, but it was clear what he meant when he looked back up to lock eyes with Gabriel again.

Did he want to try again? A snicker. "I'm gonna give you a pass for askin' dumb questions 'cause you're cute." He teased, running his tongue over the corner of his lips. It was clear he was thinking something over with the way he was eyeing Gabe up and down.

A soft hum, seemingly in aggreance with himself. "C'mere." He sounded, scooting himself forward. "You don't get to kiss me like that and be this far away." Taking one of Gabe's hands, he placed it on his shoulder before easing his own hands over the man's hips, coaxing him closer at a gentle pace until he was close enough that he could hoist him onto his lap, straddled across his waist.

Caspian nosed him a bit, ghosting his lips over Gabe before finally taking the plunge once more. Deeper this time, more involved, his hands caressing the small of the other's back like he was precious, something to be handled delicately, even if the dancing of their tongues suggested otherwise.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're puttin' on a show for me, toots." Caspain spoke up, watching Gabriel dry himself off after being in the shower. There was a devious smirk plastered on his face, his eyes scrolling up and down his partner's body shamelessly. "God damn, Greeks fought wars over a body like that."

Mun Asks

My URL is Bulgarian for "Little-fox"

I've always thought that the fox suited Katherine unreasonably well for a number of reasons like shared traits in personality, as well as being known to be playful tricksters that will do anything to survive.

But most of all, Katherine is the fox that outran the hound for 500 years. Always able to slip away through a fox hole or remain just under his nose.

So I chose this URL because I think it's very fitting for her without being cliché.

Put ¥ in my ask and my muse will rate your muse on: (NO LONGER ACCEPTING)

Looks: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 Personality: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 Attraction: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 Would they date them: yes | no Favorite thing about them: His devotion to me. Least favorite thing about them: He can eat his body weight in burgers before I can say 'what are you going to order'

"You do know I care about you right? I'll never be them, those brothers... I know. But that doesn't mean I don't show up. I wish you'd throw me a bone here- and no I don't mean literally." Gabriel points a firm finger. "I never see you anymore, you don't visit or drop by. If you're so good at pretending you're not hurting, can you at least try to pretend you care about me too?"

Send "I care about you." For my muses reaction!

His words hit her like a mac truck. Square in the chest. Katherine's never been good at this sort of thing. And hes right. He will never be the Salvatores. Mason wasn't either. No one would ever live up to the Salvatores, and most of them knew that. Most of them left. Not Gabe.

He doesn't even ask her to care about him, he asks her to try to PRETEND at the very least. Oh it's like salt in a wound. It stings for the simple fact that it's a vivid example of how shitty she is. A shitty friend. Gabe has shown up for her more than anyone else in her life, and who does she show up for? The Salvatores. Who never even say thank you.

It's a prime example of her giving her love and energy to people who don't deserve it, but she just can't help it. Love doesn't always make sense. The heart wants what it wants. She is unreasonably good at pretending she isn't hurting, she has to give him that.

Katherine looked at the ground as he spoke, only looking over once he was finished.

"I'm not good for you, Gabe. I am a walking bouquet of red flags. You have shown up for me, you're right and I take that for granted every time because I would always rather see Stefan. I am on the run constantly Gabe, my time anywhere is limited. I can't just pop by, and if I can I pick Stefan. I text you, and that's more than I do most people. But you? You picked a shitty girl to attach yourself to and that was on you. I told you, that I had initially intended to send you to the slaughter house. You chose to forgive that based on the fact that I didn't. You shouldn't have, by all logic you should have run RUN for the hills and never looked back." Katherine seethed, more angry with herself for just BEING like this when she could just let him in instead of push him away.