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.
meme || no longer accepting
full moon rising - neil halstead
‘ you’ve always got to go on, boy
and now you’ve gone and done it all ‘

‘ you don’t know who the fuck i am,
or who you’re messin’ around with !! ‘
pale fingers held the door ajar, the meek blonde
peered into the girl’s bathroom, somewhere where
she definitely was allowed to be ( obviously ). and
where the prescott, was not.
a blue butterfly, brimming with spirit &&. vigor. it’s
wings————threatened to be cut.
‘ NATHAN. ‘
immediately, her hands flew over her mouth. it had
slipped out. she didn’t mean——-
a gun.
nathan prescott had a gun, his finger twitching at the
trigger. he wouldn’t ( would he? ).
his attention, in all his glistening rage, the sea-borne
mammal turns to the hare, ears quaking &&. eyes
staring.
the other woman bolts out of the room, ( the victim,
really. ) pushing past her.
she stays deathly still, more afraid of his emotions
rather than his jittery fingers.
the pistol, it looks her straight in the eye, she’s
taken it’s attention, pale hands aim it in her direction.
BANG.