LAW.

this is an ask/rp blog for kate marsh from life is strange. i am exclusive to the life is strange fandom, singleship, and extremely selective. any questions regarding my current blog state will be collected here.

hello! my name is kat, and i am the mod for this blog!! i run this little site all by myself, and am not looking for help. that said, things will be fairly slow around here, due to my busy school schedule. this blog also contains triggering content. nothing not found within the game itself, but i would recommend putting a few things on blacklist if you find self harm ,suicide , or depression a touchy subject for you. everything will be tagged under the format "#trigger //". please do not hesitate to request anything special for me to tag. i completely understand.

regarding replies &&. interactions, i will only participate in activities with mutuals, meaning you follow me, and i follow you. reply length is not an issue for me, but that does not mean you can bullshit a reply for me. if you do so, this tells me that you don't care about our thread &&. i will drop it. however, if you ever are not feeling a thread, or something's come up, consult it with me and i will happily drop it!!

this next part is extremely crucial. so please read this. the mod is very mentally ill. ironically, most of the content on this blog can set them off. if anything is bothering me, i will notify you, though i would prefer not to have any threads regarding self harm. that being said, please tag these things for me ( ESPECIALLY IMAGES ), either in my format specified prior, or my personal tag: "#kat dont look" my triggers are as follows; guns ,knives ,self harm ,gore ,suicide , &&. negitivity.

thank you so much for reading!! to confirm this &&. for me to check you off, please like this post.

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nathan.

Desperation clung to him like his own shadow. He was breaking down.
Fear gripped every inch of his being. He had quit his meds, cold turkey.
A little rebellion of sorts. The problem was how much harder it was to
run from his thoughts when he wasn’t doped up. Not to mention the
withdraws. He felt sick and weak. He was shaking and a panic attack
was very likely. There was no one in the world he could trust.
His eyes are begging. He knows she should fear him, should HATE
him. He had done something awful to her. It wasn’t as if he couldn’t relate.
Time and time again, he lost himself with the man. He rarely wanted to think
about those times he was unaware. He shivers at the thought.
The fact that she’s a victim makes him feel connected to her. He feels such
GUILT that he doesn’t want. He should be far away from her, but he was begging
her to stay by his side. Pathetic Nathan. Fucking Pathetic. He felt so nauseous
in that moment. Her body feels so small. So fragile.
His arms wrap around her, and he felt such a weight. ^{GUIL.T
GUILT. GUILT.} What an awful thing. Fresh bruises are the only
thing that make her head on his chest even noticeable.
“Do you hate me…?”

she doesn’t look up at him, though, her head nestles closer,

stray blonde locks tickling his flesh. everything he says to her,

she meets it with the same look, the same gaze. a blank stare,

vacant &&. emotionless. she’s become so cold. she doesn’t

smile, she isn’t sincere.

‘ no. ‘

hands shift, eyes close. how can she be so close, yet so

distant?

‘ i think you’re my favorite person right now. ‘

there was a million things she could say. about him, about how

he UNDERSTANDS. about how much it was the opposite.

she holds him closer, grip still loose &&. easily escapable.

all she wanted was for him to feel SAFE.

‘ i could never hate you. ‘

Feb 3 2016 +1 via

indie kate marsh

LAW.