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.

kate isn’t the type of girl to talk back, Nathan was completely aware of that. Yet, he’d tried his best to avoid her at all costs. After what had happened at the Vortex Party, the Prescott couldn’t help but feel guilt & and shame wash over him whenever he met her gaze in the halls of Blackwell. Guaranteed, she wouldn’t try to get revenge on him, since she couldn’t remember things as clearly as he did. He knows she likes to stay for those late classes, it’s easy to observe that she’s a good student with good grades. So one afternoon he catches her by her locker and approaches her – mostly to re-assure himself that she didn’t have anything on him. It’d be a lie if he denied to have looked around the halls to make sure no one was watching his confrontation. However, there he was – watching her as she placed her books in her tidy locker. ❛ Hey ––––– Kate. Listen, uh .. do you have a moment? ❜

she tries to keep her mind blank, in an attempt to fend
off the haunting apparitions encircling her brain, filled
with depression &&. self-hatred. it seemed like everything
stuttered in her wake, everything laughed, they enclosed
around her neck in the shape of hands——she felt like
she was suffocating.
he thinks she hasn’t changed, that she’ll smile at him like
she always did. there’s cuts in her flesh, there’s words
scrawled on her skin: ‘WORTHLESS’ and ‘UGLY’. maybe
she finds it easier to agree with the voices who tell her to
quit. maybe she can’t find a reason to believe she has a
life worth living.
on her locker, there’s notes, there’s her recurring posters,
defaced &&. covered with obscenities. cloudy irises drift
over the papers, not bothering to remove them, she acted
as if it were old news, and it was.
she would glance over, turning her head to greet the boy.
no, she didn’t have anything against nathan prescott. he
hadn’t spoken to her in a while, but he wasn’t actively
trying to bury her six feet under, so she gave him her
attention.
‘ yeah. ‘
her voice is quiet &&. monotonous. perhaps it’s sad,
melancholic, but it was only telling the truth.