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it had to be done. like all of you guys, i have a real life and my long distance girlfriend will be staying with me for two months! so i won't have time to be on here everyday but i will still come on as much as i can to write with you all. i'll be back full time in january.

feel free to message me to plot and stuff for when i come back or if you want to generally chat!!

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           ten, eleven, twelve           

peter's attention is torn away from the workout he's in the middle of when a persistent knocking begins on his apartment door. his bright eyes snap up to look at the clock donning one of his pale, lifeless walls and he cocks a confused eyebrow.

he fishes the white v-neck he was wearing earlier off the back of the couch before making his way to the door, eager to stop the rampage on the wood and his ears.

the wolf is greeted by the sight of a young woman that looks like she would rather be anywhere else than his doorstep at four AM.

           "can i help you?"

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all she wants is  o n e  night of decent sleep, but even that  seems to  be  too much to ask for. falling  asleep is already difficult enough, what with being a bartender, coming home in the early hours of the morning and attempting to sleep when the world is just waking up.

but every time mina begins to drift off the damn  squeaking   begins  again. she doesn’t  want  to  know   what  they  keep  doing  up  there   ( she   hopes  it’s  just  someone   turning  restlessly. )  what she  doesknow is that  she can’t  take  it anymore.

so she finds herself throwing her blankets off, pulling on  the  clothes  closest to her with an annoyed   huff   before   quickly  leaving  her apartment. she tries to be quick climbing the stairs, but tired clumsiness causes her to trip over her  own feet multiple  times  before she reaches the top. wasting no time, she stomps over to the door of whoever it is that has been keeping her awake, not so quietly rapping on the hard wood with narrowed eyes. 

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                   ❛ right, busy. i just wanted to see if you were alright                                      i was informed of an attack yesterday. ❜

                 she may have hated his guts, but she was still his blood.

           ❛ what d’you want, peter? if you haven’t noticed, i’m busy. ❜

                    & of course, being ’ busy ’ to malia means staring off                                 into thin air &doing nothing.

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                     ❝ if i didn't know any better, it would                         appear you're not telling me something. ❞

            ❝ — just someone. ❞

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w e a k.              I hate that feeling.

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the wolf watches the boy's actions with narrowed eyes from his spot near the window. is the teen trying to t e a s e him? it's working.

              "i suppose i could stick around for                a little while, if it means that much                to you."

peter's tempted to make a comment about getting to play with his new toy. instead, he takes a seat on the chair stiles' sweats were just sitting on.

              "really. don't let me stop you."

his hands fold neatly behind his head as he leans back, waiting for the show this boy promises. he's half expecting stiles to embarrass himself, the other half worried he'll lose control.

             ”says the guy who was just sniffin’               me like a puppy does a new toy.               besides, i’m pretty sure i could               make you feel wanted right now,                if you wanted.” he really shouldn’t have said that. a new toy. god knows what that might mean in peter’s head. he looks up, and sighs a little, lips pushing out into a pout. don’t make him whine, peter. you won’t like that.                ”come on, man, you just got here….”

seems his efforts are wasted on the elder, so he shrugs a little, and begins to remove his shirt. what, it’s late! he’s getting into bed.                  ”fine. i guess i’ll just have to entertain myself.” he shrugs, unbuttoning his jeans, and shucking them from his being. he reaches to his chair, and grabs a pair of sweats, pulling them on.                   “i mean, y’could always stick around for the show,                    but you must have better things to do, right? i mean,                    being the big bad wolf that y’are.”

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I FOUND THIS IN SOMEONE'S RULES, AND IT'S RELEVANT

I like to know my writing partner. This isn’t always necessary, and if you’re not the sort of person who tries to get chummy with their roleplaying buddies, that’s absolutely fine, but in my experience, the plots and characters that last the longest are the ones with the players that I can message at 3 in the morning with an idea without feeling like I’m bothering them. 

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ew people are here

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                 ❝ What have you done with my grey                     silk-lined suit? It's meant to be at the                     back of my closet              it's not. ❞

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                    ❝ —Good morning master, you called for me? ❞

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Peter’s hand gestures.

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How INAPPROPRIATE of this slave to disobey his orders. A punishment would definitely come his way when Peter was healed, a big one. Still, the alpha allows himself to be guided into the one room of the house he feels most uncomfortable           his own.

                   ❝ I'm fine. ❞

He's saying before a wince leaves his mouth at the sting on his temple and he's managing a grip on the hard bed beneath him. Definitely a big punishment in order.

                    ❝ That's really unnecessary. ❞

                    ❝ Punish me as you see fit later—Right now, I’m                        not going to listen to a word you say until you’re                        alright. ❞ 

Jordan immediately sprung to his master’s aid, not matter how adamant he was about receiving  it. The servant guided the man into his room, with some difficulty, before running to the bathroom to retrieve a first aid kit—One for him, the human, since wolves tended to heal rather quickly. Jordan was  bordering on panic at the sight of his hurt master but, he had to pull it together.

                      ❝ Just, be patient and hold still, ❞

The blond murmured, kneeling before Peter and opening the kit, gloving his hands and grabbing a cotton swab, which he doused in alcohol and gently padded along the other’s temple.

          ❝ If you’re hurt anywhere else, you have to tell me, sir.              I’ll help you get out of these clothes, wash you, then              clean your wounds and put you to bed, okay?❞

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Could you recommend some TW blogs to follow? I'm new to the RP fandom and I'm not sure who to follow.

ahhh i'm not going to list people because i followA LOT of flawless blogs and that'd take foreverbut definitely take a look here!!

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                    "I'm in need of your... assistance,                                          finding someone."

"I’ll still probably still say no, but why the hell not."

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my laptop's dying so i'm gonna head to bed now. i'll get to the rest of my drafts tomorrow~