Lizzie if she was in vsmp

“I’m so cute!”

He couldn’t help but smile softly at that. God, he loved his wife. She always found ways to remain happy in difficult situations.

Wouldn’t Joel want to spend eternity with her?

@gemini-slay-is-thirsty

“I-I’m fineee!” She said, averting her gaze, clearly hiding something.

She was nervous , but still nonetheless curious about her new form.

“I’m so cute!!”

@smallish-vampire

“J-Joel!” She gulped nervously, looking around.

The pink haired girl turned around with a swish, and asked:

“I-I! Would you still love me if I were a fish vampire?”

@gemini-slay-is-thirsty

“I-I’m fineee!” She said, averting her gaze, clearly hiding something.

She was nervous , but still nonetheless curious about her new form.

@gemini-slay-is-thirsty

“I-I’m fineee!” She said, averting her gaze, clearly hiding something.

Phil slumped against a wall, sighing softly to himself.

why the hell did he even do this?

He pulled his cloak a little tighter around himself and closed his eyes, keeping himself aware for any footsteps heading his way..

He could always abandon ship if needs be... it wasn't that hard to just turn into a bat and sneak out.

“Hmm… oh- you're that Joel guy’s wife, right? I believe he mentioned you when I talked to him”

He hesitantly took the biscuit from Lizzie, then shrugged.

“Good to hear.”

He hums to himself, looking around at the large room.

He smirks,

“Yeah, and I’m getting revenge by talking to everyone,” she giggled.

He looks away for a moment,

“I think she’d like you, but getting back on topic-”

He turned back with a smile,

When he arrived he was wearing a beautifully made black robe with silver embroidery around the edges of his sleeves and collar. He was also wearing matching black fuzzy slippers. He carried a bag full of a few activities, extra clothes, and a sleeping bag. He figured there would be spare pillows and such, but he didn’t want to be a bother to the host. He figured that he would simply use his sleeping bag. It would be nice anyways.

ROLEPLAY STARTER, OPEN

// TW - DESCRIPTIONS OF BLOOD; SEMIGRAPHIC(?)

A wave of nausea wash over her, her vision blurred from the blood she lost. She swung her sword at him— she wasn’t a fighter, but she was determined to make it out alive.

She used the opening she created to move out of his grasp, creating a small distance between them.

Bloodlust fills his gaze as he claws at Lizzie, sharp nails cutting deep into her left arm—he looks feral. Blood seeps down his hands as he stumbles back, he doesn't even say a word before attacking; something he always does whenever he's trying to scare someone.

His mind is blurry and all he can see is red, red dripping down his hands and onto the dirt, red that coated the floors of Oakhurst 200 years prior, red of the fire that engulfed Louis.

Her skin is covered in blood and dirt, as she struggled to stand. The blood loss made her knees wobble like tree branches in the howling wind.

She took a bite out of a baked potato to heal herself, before she gagging at the taste. Bitter and unforgiving.

ROLEPLAY STARTER, OPEN

// TW - DESCRIPTIONS OF BLOOD; SEMIGRAPHIC(?)

A wave of nausea wash over her, her vision blurred from the blood she lost. She swung her sword at him— she wasn’t a fighter, but she was determined to make it out alive.

She used the opening she created to move out of his grasp, creating a small distance between them.