@faithguided
┊because we h a t e each other & love to cry over sethkate, here’s your hallucinating seth starter.
Look at you. You look like a goddamn mess, you fucking coward. No wonder your mother left us & left me with your pathetic ass and your good for nothing brother. And this little girl ? She’s just as STUPID as you, thinking you’re some good guy but you’re keeping her as a fucking hostage because you’re too weak to handle this shit alone. USELESS. You’re USELESS, just like Richard. You’re a DISGRACE. A FUCKING DISGRACE, SETH, Y’ HEAR ME ? And your little bitch should pay for your mistakes because let’s face it, Seth. You can never keep a woman because you’re a god for nothing FLUNKIE. You couldn’t keep Vanessa so here you are, running away with a fucking child.
&& before SETH could say anything, BOOM!! there she was —— suffering before him, bleeding to near death all because of his fucking father.. the same person that haunted him every single day of his pathetic life. his voice always echoing in the back of his head over and over and over again until it drove him insane.
he woke in a COLD sweat screaming her name, eyes frantically searching for her with trembling hands moving aimlessly around the bed he found himself in, ❛ KATE .. KATE .. wh — where are you ?? where are you ?? ❜ he could feel his heart breaking through his chest with each beat, nearly ripping through each bone that held it in place. blood rushed throughout his body & gave him a newfound strength & his vision was blurry .. colors blending within each other until he saw her silhouette at the opposite end of the bed. it was her. it had to be her. her pale skin and brown hair stood out from the rest, leaving him breathless as if seeing her alive was a fucking miracle. she was dead. she was dying in front of him .. yet here she was sitting besides him. ALIVE.
❛ KATE .. i’m sorry .. i’m so sorry .. wh- you were dead & i couldn’t help you .. i-i couldn’t save you, ❜ he pleaded hysterically as he reach over for her with shaky hands cradling her face. it had to be the drugs that made his mind go insane but he couldn’t shake the vision out of his head. her dead? it was a nightmare .. it was a fucking nightmare he couldn’t get a w a y from ..
she had never meant to fall asleep. normally , she couldn’t even stomach being in the same room with him while he rode out his trip. it was his habit. and while she played a HELPING HAND , she only did so to keep him from going too far. today ,EXHAUSTION had just made too heavy a home within her. she had stayed her few minutes by his side , carefully watching to make sure he was breathing& positioned in a safe way. then before she knew it , she had lulled off to sleep right next to him. A PEACEFUL SLEEP , SURPRISINGLY. until he started shouting her name and his sweaty palms found her cheeks.
it took a second — maybe a few of them — for her world to click into place ; for his words to somewhat register. dead? what was he ———— oh. she let his words fully process , settle beneath her skin. skin that now ran cold at the IDEA of what he might have seen. small fingers wrapped (as best they could ) around his wrists , soft hushing sounds falling from her lips. ❝ i-it’s okay. hey ,shhhh. ❞ sounds meant more for comfort than anything else , she was aware of how little they actually did in a situation like this. and this? this ENTIRE EPISODE was just another reason to add to the list of why him shooting up made her uncomfortable. because kate had NEVER (in the last three months ) seen him so frantic.
❝ seth , i’m right here. it was a dream, okay ? a really ,REALLY BAD dream that’s not gonna come true. ❞ her hands moved ; up & down the length of his arm , to his elbow. she repeated the action , falling into a steady rhythm as she tried to offer any kind of support or comfort she could. nightmares were something she knew enough about. first hand experience had left her scarred. a common thing among their motel rooms , now it seemed to be coming for BOTH OF THEM. ❝ i’m alive. i’m safe. a-and.. you did. you saved me. ❞ hesitantly , she pulled his hands away from her face. but before he had a chance to OBJECT TO HER ACTIONS , her fingers rested against the back of his neck and pulled him into her. the hug she offered was TIGHT, BUT FREE enough that he could pull away if he really wanted. she just needed him to know —— she was okay. ❝ it was just a dream. ❞ @guapogecko
do we pretend these feelings don’t exist at all, or do we fall?
let her go. just let her go.
words of doubt SCREAMED within the dark abyss of his mind but he was too weak to let go. her words held him captive. he was a skeptical to her words. something like a non believer of GOD finding light at the end of the tunnel, just to find her at the end, waiting for him; bloody & smiling. as much as he wanted to push her away & never look back, he cared. he cared for her as much as he did for richie ( even if he didn’t want to admit it in front of her ). if he never cared for her , she would’ve never had the upper hand in this situation. leaving him to believe for a split second that they were better TOGETHER as she said back at the temple. but now they were here — in the middle of a dirt road, confessing feelings ( from her at least ) & falling victim to her lips locking with his regardless of how sickening his mind was, full of doubt.
but he didn’t pull away because he needed her. he needed her to silence the voices in his mind. & dammit, he needed her to save him from himself. & for a moment, he allowed that to flow out of him through his lips. pressing them against hers, DESPERATELY. and he knew there was no turning back; every fear he ever had melted away from his trembling hands only to be replaced with a sliver of CONFIDENCE as he deepened their kiss of unspoken words. his hand slid off of her cheek, catching the feeling of her own following his until warm tips wrapped around her neck. he needed her closer until they were as close as two damagedSOULS could be. not until they were combined as one. in unison.
prayers that should have rested silent on her tongue still screamed up to the sky above them. a thank you to god that ,FOR ONCE , he wasn’t running away from her. she’d been expecting it. as calm as the air might have seemed between them… this had to be the calm before the storm, right ? that was how they worked. she tried to break through to him; help him see that there was still GOOD IN HIS HEART. the good he was always so set on ignoring. and he continued to do everything in his power to send her running when all she wanted was to STAY BY HIS SIDE. but his fingers against her neck made her jump. it set fire to her skin and pulled her even closer to him ,hovering on the edge of her seat. every second that ticked by , she found herself DROWNING IN HIM.
the confined space of the car wasn’t exactly comfortable, but the LAST THING she was going to do was complain. instead her fingers found the fabric of his shirt , balling into small fists as she returned his desire to close more the space between them. kissing him had never been in her plan. it had been SO FAR FROM THE PLAN, she hadn’t even known it was an option. but somehow his lips moving with hers felt like home. and she never wanted it to end. hesitant actions followed his lead ; trying to deepen the kiss and test the waters. but when she felt like her lungs were ready to CAVE IN & COLLAPSE from lack of air , she pulled her lips away. her forehead rested with his as she panted softly , unaware that ONE KISS leave her so breathless (and almost lightheaded). the INEXPERIENCED PART of her brain kicked in , asking her to be the one to fill the space with words and end the silence. but she couldn’t. she didn’t know what to say without RUINING THE MOMENT. @guapogecko
❝ no , no. i CLEARLY REMEMBER you saying ; kate , if you let me watch this movie, you can pick the next one. and i won’t complain. ❞ she settled down into the spot next to him. the bed wasn’t EXACTLY HUGE, but it was big enough for them to co-exist for an hour or two. ( this definitely was one of the nicer motels they’d stayed at recently. ) they each had their space. NO LINES WERE CROSSED. although half way through , she somehow always ended up curled up into his side. usually SOUND ASLEEP. ❝ don’t worry , i’m not gonna make you watch the notebook or somethin’. okay ? i was thinkin’ a comedy. —— i promise it won’t kill you to watch somethin’ that came out THIS DECADE. ❞ @guapogecko
HIS HEAD WAS POUNDING. and as much as he wished he could go back to sleep or another high, he knew that would’ve been unreachable ( even if he tried ). ❛ listen, KATE —— ❜ all he wanted to do was leave. start anew, get all the money he needed & just fall off the face of the fuckin’ earth / TO EL REY but for some reason, he felt GUILTY? but he knew before anything else, he needed to protect her rather than himself. that was just how things went between them ( even if he was still under the influence ). ❛ you staying here isn’t a good idea, alright ? ❜ whispered words fell off his numb tongue, his head spinning the longer he sat up. ❛ that’s why i left you with the money and the car. ❜ just keep pushing her away, maybe she’ll eventually leave .. ❛ i was … i was protectin’ you. ❜ half lidded eyes glanced towards her, corners of his lips tugging down slightly to form a frown for a second before he laid himself back down. his world was spinning at a hundred miles a minute, but this wasn’t anything she wasn’t ALREADY USED TO.
it felt like his words echoed in the very FABRIC OF HER SOUL. she let him have his moment; listening carefully as he explained his actions as best he could in his state. she wasn’t going to argue with him. what would she really accomplish by telling him that leaving her in the middle of some dirt road ( even with the money & the car ) with a FAKE PASSPORT was really doing more damage ? what if she got caught going across the border ; if they picked up on the fact that it was a fake ? she wouldn’t throw that in his face. not now ,NOT EVERif she could help it. because she could see it in his eyes — hereally was just trying to do the right thing. in his own way. ❝ leaving isn’t a good idea either. y-you need someone to take care of you , seth. a-and even if you hate the idea ,YOU NEED A PARTNER. ❞ a sigh worked through her lips. she stood from the bed , and moved into the bathroom without explanation , returning a minute later with a warm washcloth. kate sat herself next to him , one leg curled under her as she began to press the cloth against his forehead. taking care of him was nothing new. but it BROKE HER HEART each & every time. ❝ stop pushin’ me away because it’s.. it’s not gonna work. i’m not gonna leave you. ❞
she won’t force him into salvation, but she will offer a helping hand.
a low groan fell from his lips as he pushed himself to sit upright, his vision coming off blurry. moments passed until he managed to gain some conscience as he looked around the room. nothing changed — they were still in the same shitty, tight MOTEL ROOM that smelled like old mexican burritos and her perfume. ❛ how can you do that, hm ? watching me be a fuckin’ failure as always as i shoot up, kate ?just save yourself. ❜ she didn’t deserve to look after a grown ass man, let alone come back to what he knew she must’ve despised more than anything. WASTING TIME when they could’ve been trying to get more money or attempt to.. or save her brother.
hesitant fingers hovered in the air around his frame ; as if she could offer ANY KIND of physical support. if he lost his balance , he would hit the floor before she could even hope to catch him. ❝ y-you’re… you’re not.. ❞ she wanted to SCREAM AT HIM. he was not a failure. not in her eyes. but , she couldn’t stand there and CONDONE his drug habit. she had already played enough of a part in it. ❝ you’re not a failure , seth. you’re just… you’re not makin’ the best decisions. b-but… that’s okay. not everything is life can be perfect all the time. ❞ SHE WAS PREACHING. she could taste the difference in her tongue ,and she hated it. she hated it when her father did it. and to hear it in her own voice ?it made her flinch. ❝ and i’m not here to save you. th-the only person that can save you… is you. but i can help. i wanna help. ❞
his brows raised at their highest, still in DISBELIEF at her comeback & how low she decided to go with it all. every day she seemed to learn how to throw deadly comebacks at him, nearly leaving him breathless. but he was the professional shit talker here, not some little religious girl who just so happened to be leaning a little too close to a damned criminal. she loved tip toeing around fire, did she not? it seemed as if they were two magnets. two opposites & damn it, was it getting harder and harder to resist to attraction.
tan fingertips rested comfortably under his stubble, amused eyes dancing along the contours of her face, already wishing that he wasn’t so damned close to her at this moment. how much space was left between them? three inches & he could still feel the warmth of her breath brushing against his lips. it was a wicked fucking game, alright —— & from the looks of it, he was losing horribly.
❛ fine. ❜ he whispered softly, lips already curling into that charming smirk of his, head tilting slightly as he reached for his beer nearby. he took a quick sip and licked his lips of any excess, never once leaving his eyes from hers. if she wanted to tease, he decided to do the same fucking thing.
❛ go ahead, little lady. i’ll put some trust in you & we’ll see if you can handle yourself. ❜ over and over again, digits grazed along his chin while he looked between her eyes & her lips. he was torn between the two. but he knew he should’ve ended the conversation there. just let her win, you asshole. but that was impossible. nearly I M P O S S I B L E.
❛ and actually, i didn’t wish that you kissed me over richie because let’s face it, ❜ heated breath caressed against her mouth like a million kisses tingling along her porcelain skin as a single finger reached over her lower lip, tracing the shape of it softly before pushing aside a loose strand of her hair from her cheek.
❛ you made your choice. so now, you’re gonna stick with it. ❜ and with that being said, he moved back down to his seat and grabbed his beer, that charming smirk still hanging off his lips.. though his eyes were still hovering over her lips. shamelessly.
three months had taught her enough to know –—— HE WAS A DICK. a tease , at best , that had no problem flirting when it suited him. only to flip the switch within a blink , suddenly ice cold. that was supposed to be her secret weapon ; knowing his game plan before he made a single move. SHE was going to shock HIM by being prepared for it. laughing in his face. and having a comeback ready & waiting. WRONG. the combination of his breath and his fingers against her skin ,HER LIPS, proved to be too much. she froze. the first sign that she had definitely lost their little game.
seconds ticked passed. even when he’d pulled back from her , all she could do was STARE at him. her heart hammered in her chest. she TRIED( and failed ) to count the beats — one , two , four , seven? on and on it went to the point that she almost WORRIED he could hear it’s impact. or at the very least, see the way it rattled her ribcage. it was well over a minute before she could blink , a breath passing between her lips. and god ,SHE HATED HIM.
❝ t-ten bucks… ten bucks says the first time a guy looks at me cross eyed , you jump in. ❞ she’d meant to sound SO MUCH STRONGER than that. but she still trembled as she leaned back in her seat. she needed to get away from him. from this entire conversation. it was toeing that line they constantly danced around. she pushed her chair back , it’s legs scrapping against the pavement before she stood up. hands collected the remains of their meal , the napkins ,anything. because what better excuse to walk away than to throw out their garbage. ❝ you’re right , i made my choice. ❞ she spoke softly , a shrug accompanying her words. each syllable LACED WITH her defeat.
another breath passed between her lips , a sigh that went hand in hand with the shrug she’d given , as she moved around the table. it was only when her body stood next to his that she paused. teeth sunk into her bottom lip. and she could ONLY PRAY that he didn’t see her shake. she leaned down ,just enough that her lips could hover above his ear. ❝ b-but… i’m sure i picked the better kisser anyways. ❞ words were delivered in a LOW WHISPER. taunting ,c h a l l e n g i n g. DANGEROUS , DANGEROUS TERRITORY. another shrug of her shoulders and she stood back up straight. her feet beginning to carry her away from him.
IT TOOK EVERYTHING IN HIM not to throw the closest thing against the furthest wall. that’s all he could do to try & calm his nerves — to try and ease away his anger at the countless amount of times that they’ve gotten on each other’s nerves. screaming matches that turned into crying fests that only ended in him nearly overdosing with his OWN VENOM ( according to her words ). it was something that he needed to cope with the rest of his days; failing over & over with his horrible jobs. and he felt like a goddamn failure and surely he could only imagine his father agreeing within the depths of his mind. he was a ‘ piece of shit & good for nothing excuse of a fucking criminal ‘.
and he could only imagine, she’d feel the same way about him but she was a forgiving character. that’s how she was. she may had fallen from grace or followed him into his dark ways but he knew she didn’t deserve to follow him around or deal with his shit. she deserved to be back home, living the rest of her life like a normal teenager. not hiding behind locked motel doors because the cops were looking for HIM. and it seemed as if no matter how many times he told her this, she still fucking pushed the idea away. how blind could she be ?? how STUBBORN could she be ??
but her words caught him in a dead end; giving him no other choice but to face what was handed to him. to accept the fact that .. she wasn’t going anywhere. she was practically here to stay .. by his side whether he wanted her to or not. but he could dare keep her HOSTAGE another day —— it left an ache in his bones, knowing day in & day out she was sacrificing her TEEN YEARS .. and her possibility of living a SAFE LIFE to be with him ?
❛ KATE, h-how NAIVE can you be ? ❜ calling her that — the little names made his skin crawl but he needed to get through to her that he was no good for her. ❛ you had an OPPORTUNITY to leave. to go back home and you decided to stick around and FOLLOW a criminal, KATE. you’re following a CRIMINAL around mexico. we’re both lost. we BOTH don’t know what the fuck we’re doing and now you’re telling me this ? after the hundreds of time where we’ve nearly gotten caught by the COPS .. you’re telling me i make you feel SAFE ? ❜ he was pushing away every feeling that came to the surface & in the worst way.. he was trying to push her away. the one & only person that made him feel .. sane ?
she HATED when he did that. he brushed off everything she said and used the excuse that she was being naive. that was STILL how he looked at her. a child that didn’t know any better. a teenager that thought this was some kind of game. she was MORE THAN THAT. while other girls her age were worrying about homecoming and prom, kate was fighting to survive — to keep him away from the cops. and praying every day that he didn’t kill himself with his NASTY drug habit. she had been forced to grow up a lot faster than most.
❝ ——— and how NAIVE are you ? ❞ she knew she was toeing that line again. fighting back &challenging him never went well in that moment. it was when things had calmed down, that she noticed the change in the way he looked at her ; like he was proud of her sharp tongue & ever growing wit. ❝ go home to what , seth ? a-an empty house? make up some story about why my dad and brother didn’t come home with me ? y-you make it sound like i could’ve just… picked up where i left off ! ❞
there it was , she recoiled into herself. arms folded across her chest just as her gaze dipped away from his. it wasn’t like kate was a stranger to fighting with him. the last THREE MONTHS had been filled with fight after fight. they were both too stubborn. they disagreed more often than not. but , at the end of the day.. he did make her feel safe. she wasn’t going to let this conversation completely change course so he could ignore that. ❝ yeah. and h-how many times have you protected me ? you ALWAYS put yourself in the line of fire a-and act like it’s nothing. it’s not nothing ;not to me. ——— i don’t know if we’re ever gonna get out of here but.. at least i know i’m not alone. i-i know that if things don’t go as planned , you’re gonna look out for me. because that’s what we do. we take care of each other. ❞
It should go without saying but, I am in no way affiliated with From Dusk Till Dawn, the El Rey Network, or Madison Davenport. I do not own the character of Kate Fuller. The only thing I claim ownership of is the writing that is done on this blog. That is mine, along with any head canons that may be posted. I ask that you do not steal them. Most of the icons used on this blog were made by me ( with the exception of the ones i’ve downloaded from THIS PACK ). I ask that you do not save icons from this blog. Mine are not for public use. And if you wish to use the ones I’ve downloaded, you should go to the source!
selectivity.
This is an highly selective blog. This means I am mutuals only and I will be selective on who I follow back. Memes are the only exception to this rule. Non-mutals are welcome to send in memes, unless stated otherwise in the tags. Or, if you have a specific plot in mind, you are always welcome to message me. I don't bite! And we can talk about it. However, please keep in mind that I reserve the right to turn down any and all plots, for whatever reason.
following & unfollowing.
There are a wide variety of reasons I do not follow people back. This is not a reflection of you or how you portray your muse. This is not me saying you aren't 'good enough' to write with me. Or I think myself better than you. This is simply for my comfort. I want my dash to be a clean and safe place. Like many people around me, I suffer from anxiety. When my dash starts moving too fast, my brain goes into overdrive. I become discorganized and it often kills my muse.
The same can be said for unfollowing. I am someone who hates to break mutual follows, like I hate it. But if you're posting an excessive amount of negativity, things that make me uncomfortable, or I just do not see us writing in the future —— I'm sorry but I will unfollow you. I also unfollow blogs that have been inactive for a mnth without a hiatus notice. If I unfollow you while you've gone inactive, you are welcome ( & encouraged ) to message me when you return! I'll be more than happy to follow you back!
replies.
This blog runs off inspiration. As mentioned before, I suffer from anxiety. That tends to manifest itself in really long periods of self doubt. It’s not cute. And all that means for you is, replies tend to be slow. There are just some days I can’t get the word out the way I want them. Please, do not rush me. That’s just going to make me put your reply at the bottom of the pile or drop the thread entirely. But if I ever write you a reply you can’t work with, please tell me. I’ll rewrite it. And there will be absolutely no hard feelings.
I also tend to get very carried away when writing. I've been told I write a lot of nonsense and it rambles on. But for me, it helps me get into the head of my character. I like to paint a picture of what they're feeling and what it going on in their head. I will never expect you to match my length. As long as you match my enthusiasm, we're good!
plotting.
I am one of the worst plotters in the history. Which sucks because I love plotted things. I much prefer plotting to winging it. But let me explain. I have a lot of ideas on any given day, I am just terrified of expressing them. Because i don’t want you think I am misinterpreting your character. This is a problem I’ve had in the past where I was just trying to explain an idea I had, my partner would get mad at me because it wasn’t something her character would do ( or specifcally what she wanted to do ), and it ended up in the entire storyline being dropped. It was a mess. And honestly, it happened more than once so I’m a bit scarred from it. So if you’re willing to have a little bit of patience with me, I’m all for plotting, even loosely!
If you're looking to plot with me, please have some kind of idea when approaching me? I don't care if you hit me with just some random plot bunny post. I just don't work well when someone is like 'do you want to plot' and then hits me with 'well, do you have any ideas?'. Because 9 times out of ten, I just don't know where to go from there. Throw every plot you can think of / want at me and we can go from there!
relationships.
When I say I want all the relationships for Kate, I mean I want them all. I want friends, enemies, old bosses, new bosses, people she went to high school with, and people she steals from. I want everything under the sun. But know this, when it comes to romance, especially in any 'canon' verse for her -- it will not be a walk in the park. This girl is scarred. Kate has literally been to hell and back. Romannce is like.. the last thing on her mind? And honestly, it takes a while for me to ship with people I don't know. It's different if we're close OOC. But, it's going to take time. I need to make sure our writing meshes, Kate gets along with your character, and it's just.. it will be a slow process. I just ask for patience and a little understanding.
triggers & nsfw.
I have no triggers. I mean, I really don’t enjoy seeing clowns but I don’t expect people to tag it. Sometimes, I forget to tag them. Especially when I’m writing because it doesn’t occur to me that anyone other than my partner is going to be reading the reply. I’m human. If I miss one or you see something that triggers you, you are welcome to pop into my inbox and ask me to tag it. They will be tagged with the word followed by cw. for example: blood cw, violence cw, gore cw, etc.
Kate is a sexually curious being. She’s human. She has needs. She’s also of age. Which means, if she wants to have sex, or think about sex, or be horny.. I’m not going to stop her. So yes, there will be nsfw material on this blog. It will always be tagged. Any nsfw written on this blog will not be put under a read more. I just don’t like the look of it. But, it will still be tagged. I promise.
formatting.
Formatting is not important to me!! Do I prefer small text and icons / gif icons? Sure. But at the end of the day, you do what makes you comfortable. I happen to use small + sup text. However, I am aware that this can be difficult for some people to read. If you’re having a hard time, just tell me! I will happily use just small text. I never want someone to refrain from writing with me because my aesthetics are giving them a headache.
memes.
I have never been a big believer in reblog karma. You should send me a meme because you want to, not because it’s in my rules. I only ask that you don’t sit there & treat me like a meme archive. That makes me sad. Especially because.. I LOVE MEMES!! Some of the best threads I’ve ever had have started as memes. And from people I thought I would never get to interact with. If you think it might not make sense or you’re scared because we’ve never interacted, send them. I will only fall in love with you. And you want to continue it?? GO FOR IT. I only ask that you move it to a new thread.
passwords.
I do not send in passwords. I can’t stress this enough. I’m sorry. this does not mean I haven’t read your rules. It means.. I HAVE ANXIETY. And that might seem like a silly reason but you have no idea how much my heart drops when I’m reading someone’s rules and I see a password. Because even if they’re expecting that message, it takes me over an hour to send it in. I can’t explain it. So, if this is a deal breaker for you, I am so very sorry.
out of character
Lizz. 23. Female. EST. Smol bean. Skype available upon request. Welcome to my blog, xo.
verses
CANON.
AU.
CROSSOVERS.
SEASON TWO.
pretty straight forward. this verse will consist of anything and everything that takes place during season two of the show. i will type up a better explanation for what this verse entails soon. i promise.
SEASON THREE.
pretty straight forward. this verse will consist of anything and everything that takes place during season three of the show. i will type up a better explanation for what this verse entails soon. i promise.
TRES GECKOS ( post s3. )
this verse will consist of anything and everything that takes place after kate has begun robbing banks with the geckos. obviously this is going to be very much open to interpretation seeing as coto is a jerk and won't tell us how much time has passed. so i'm going to just wing it. oops.
W. SUAVEGECKO.
CLOSED VERSE. set in a universe where kate did not die at the blood well. and ended up staying with richie after. ( to be completely honest, the timeline of this verse is all over the place. it's just us being trash babies. enjoy, xo. )
W. GUAPOGECKO.
CLOSED VERSE. set in a universe where kate did not let seth walk away from her. ( also a verse that kind of just goes all over the place. it's follow a few different scenarios while they're in mexico, including a pregnancy au. oops. )
MAFIA AU.
CLOSED VERSE with guapogecko, suavegecko, & accicofist. kate is currently married to seth. and her entire backstory has been flipped. i will type up a better explanation for what this verse entails soon. i promise.
UNDETERMINED.
everything that i have no idea where it should be, is going to go here! until comes time that i actually add officially crossover verses -- they're probably going to fall into this catergory. but i swear, i'm working on adding crossover verses!
basic information
FULL NAME: Katherine 'Kate' Fuller. NICKNAME: Katarina. The Innocence. Katie Cakes. Preacher's Daughter. Little Lady. Little Miss Sunshine. Princess. AGE: 18 BIRTH DATE: --- ZODIAC SIGN: --- SPOKEN LANGUAGE: English. Spanish. SPECIES: Human. ( Former Goddess / Demon while possessed by Amaru ). GENDER: Female. PRONOUNS: She/her. SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Straight. RELIGION: Christian. LIVING CONDITIONS: Verse dependent. OCCUPATION: Criminal.
EYE COLOUR: Green HAIR COLOUR:Red HEIGHT: 5’3” TATTOOS + PIERCINGS: No tattoos. Both ears pierced. NOTABLE PHYSICAL TRAITS: A few small scars littered across her body. Nothing 'notable' though.
phobias and disorders
PHOBIAS: Abandoment. MENTAL DISORDERS: Night terrors. Insomnia. PTSD.
biography
One day, I will type up an actual bio for my smol. Until then. I leave you with the link to her wiki page. It's not the best source of information, so if you have any questions.. feel free to message me!
stand up, warrior. you are not yet finished. b e a t e n you may be, but broken? angels have fallen from greaterheights and s u r v i v e d. so why shouldn’t you?