#tigermarked

“And who is this Sarah, girl? Not that I care, obviously.”

     “ i reckon you could break a world record, you know. ”

Send me a url and I’ll write some positivity for it - Accepting

@notjustpainandangcr - Sophia’s busy over on her new blog ( @thomashamiltcn ) for the most part at the moment, but her Erik is literally the light of Kat’s life.  She does such an amazing job with him and it’s just a joy to read her writing.  Not for a moment is her characterization out of character, but on point every single time, no matter what verse she places him in.  If I didn’t know better, I’d say she is Erik Lehnsherr!  But she isn’t, which is good, because Erik and I probably wouldn’t get on too well... But I love talking to Sophia and it’s just a bright spot in my day when I do!

@verbundet - Okay, so I dragged Sarah by her ear into the mess that is the WWII sphere of rping and thankfully, she hasn’t regretted it?  Yet?  (She’s actually more enthusiastic than I am so... XD)  I adore Helene so much and well, let’s be honest, Kat loves her as much as she does her sisters.  Helene better come back from the war alive or Kat will be utterly devastated.  And Sarah is one of the lights of my day as well.  She’s hilarious and it’s so much fun to talk to her!

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I’m just gonna go for the first three, to be fair. 

@stripedsniper

Omg though, I absolute adoooooore Spence’s Seb. We have a delicious verse where the boys grew up together and Seb helped with the whole Carl Powers thing and it is one of my absolute favorite things. 

They are also one of those blogs where I happen to read other threads they  have with other blogs. I don’t do that all that often, but Seb is so on point and I enjoy seeing how he reacts to other characters. 

A big plus is that the Mun is a shorty like myself and is a joy to talk to! Super sweet, and you should follow!

@thexrightxhandxman

I stumbled across them when Jim was in one of his many slow times and they are honestly why Jim is still as active as he is. Jim and Sebastian have this wonderful toxic relationship and I love it so much. Their Seb knows just how far to push Jim before it’s too much and the replies come sooo easily. 

We do a lot of kik things now. I know the mun has wifi troubles but its never stopped us from forming wonderful threads or bullshitting about random head-canons.

Mun is also crafty.... let me nerd and scream because I am a crafty mother fucker myself and it’s so nice to have a common thing to share at the end of the day. So yes, go follow. You will thank me later.

and now we’ve come to @ahopefulbunch...

FUCKING LOU MAN!

I first met Lou way back when I was in the once fandom and she had a standalone Robin Hood blog. That was when my Sebastian was born and some sort of crackship that turned super feelsy super fast and holy crap I love them so fucking much. Her Robin was ripped right from the screen and I was in love.

All her characters are wonderful. I don’t rp with them all, but she puts so much effort into developing each one and that’s pretty damn amazing. I have a hard enough time keeping up with my few muses, and she glides all over with ease.

and bonus? She now does Jim so my Jimmy has a twin. 

Go follow. Follow now. 

he’s what i’d call a pleb 

he likes using a gun

because he thinks it’s real fun

Fingers blackened by grease, Riley stands over the undoubtedly dead engine. There’s certain things she knows about cars, bits and pieces acquired over a childhood of living in a place that hadn’t seen a new car in twenty years. How to maintain parts that really belong in the scrap heap. But somehow, the car that carried her out of Harlan, Kentucky has decided to fail now. In the middle of nowhere, between cell service areas. Her phone still has 86% battery, but it’s useless when she doesn’t even have 4G much less the ability to call anywhere. 

She wipes her hands on her jeans, drops the hood, and squints in the low light. There was a gas station several miles back, she remembers. Or maybe it would just be better to wait until morning. She has a sweatshirt, and a blanket she keeps in the trunk. She could curl up in the back seat, lock the doors, try to get some sleep. The road’s rural but not backwoods. People will pass by once it’s light.

But someone pulls over before she can decide. Her heart leaps into her throat with hope, but --

It’s a man.

Her fingertips go cold, and her thighs start to tremble.