#[ 𝟏𝟐 ] wound up a bad comedian ╱ * games.

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❝ went looking for a creation myth, ended up with a pair of cracked lips. ❞

He feels it first at the back of his neck. A buzzing, like the crackling of electricity underneath his skin, reverberating against the hollow of his skull. Something is knocking, making its presence known: A particular kind of evil that had snuck into Stiles’ mind once already, stealing away control over his body. Condemning him to sit back, trapped in his own mind, rendering him powerless. Doomed to watch in horror as his  blood-stained hands wielded sharpened blades against those he loved. They’d gotten him out, though nearly at the cost of his own life—a sacrifice Stiles had been more than willing to make, so long as no one else would get hurt because of him. And yet something must have stayed behind, lodged into the membrane of his skull like a shard of glass. For the longest time he’d managed to keep the horrors contained to only haunt him in the dead of night, leaving him sleep deprived and wrung out, every nerve ending scraped thin. But now, even the light of day no longer offers refuge for Stiles to feel safe. Long gone is the once obnoxiously loud, carefree kid—left in its stead is a man carrying himself with caution, treading quietly across the space between other people’s reality and what lies beyond. He knows there are demons out there listening, waiting for an opportunity to exploit any sign of weakness—a door left slightly ajar, perhaps, much like the door to Stiles’ mind they’d never managed to close. The feeling of impending doom crescendos and Stiles, feeling sick to his stomach with fear, clings desperately to the words he repeats to himself like a mantra. "Nothing gets in unless you let it.” But the words turn to ash in his mouth, memories of past experiences proving him a liar. 

an exploration of Teen Wolf's 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐊𝐈—𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐄 who, after leaving Beacon Hills behind, settled down in New York where he's now considered the FBIs golden boy ― crafted for @fakevz. following canon events of the show with additional headcanons. low activity & very crossover friendly. minors dni. this blog operates in english only. est. 2014 ♗ ©

𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘 𝐈𝐍: loss of innocence ⊹ comedic sidekick ⊹ overcoming demonic possession ⊹ a morally gray world ⊹ undying loyalty ⊹ survivor's guilt ⊹ agent of chaos ⊹ deflecting with humor

✧  𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 ✧ 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 ✧ 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒

I think I've loved you since I met you. I just mistook it for curiosity.

Ever since I first laid eyes on you, I felt this unquenchable need to know you. I blamed it on ulterior motives, justified it because I needed something from you, because you held the answers I was looking for, because no one else was able to help but you. Looking back on it now though, I'm starting to think that maybe some part of me knew right from the start, that first night I stumbled upon you in the woods, what took me years to see: Maybe my heart recognized that it was going to love you right away, and I spent the years to come catching up with what it knew right from the start. That it was always going to be you. How could it ever have been anyone else? Through mayhem and bloodshed, through fear and loss, through grief and sleepless nights, you were the one constant that remained. When I lost sight of everything—first myself, then reality, then hope—you were the one guiding my way like a beacon, or a north star. If I've ever known peace, it's in all the moments that your hand has touched mine and that your arms have held me tirelessly, putting your body like a shield between me and every inkling of danger. Of all the late-night wonderings of trying to make sense of the last decade (and failing), what remains is this singular thought: At least it was you. At least it was me. At least it was us, together. I'd bear it all a million times over if it meant I got to hold your hand at the end of it all. You are the moment of quiet at the end of a long day, you are breathless laughter, you're the patch of sunlight filtering in through the window that I stand in to warm myself. You are everything good in this world and living proof that there is hope despite it all, and I love you beyond measure.

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𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐋𝐘 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒. 

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♗ Stiles knocks people over by hugging them. ♗ Stiles speaks only in meme refrences. ♗ Stiles set a public school on fire and got away with it. ♗ Stiles always has a sword on them. ♗ Stiles shops exclusivaly at Claires. ♗ Stiles uses the word "fuck" like a comma.

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𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑 — 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐓?

𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞. at first it was just a face but then, something more... the face shifted and changed until it was not your own. how could it even belong to you? you cannot look away. you are darker than you had ever realized. that thing haunting you? it is you as well. it twists and turns until it is the "you" you recognize once again. you just saw your shadow and you did not look away. you are brave and i am proud of you. once you acknowledge it's firm presence, you can understand and heal. do not look away and you will learn to live in harmony.

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𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄. 

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𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄. 

before vs. after encountering the supernatural

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𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓?

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𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍 𝐀 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐘 𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈'𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄.

𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲.  dignity speaks for itself. your gracefulness makes even enemies grudgingly respect you, and makes friends look up to you and remember you with awe. you do the right thing without even really thinking about it, and have an unconscious sense of majesty.

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𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐃𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔?

𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐠 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞. loud music. laughing at bad horror movies. comfort through sitting in silence together. deep, intricate forests and dark shades of green and purple. your best feature is probably a birthmark, or maybe your nose. you often look stoic, but when you do smile, it lights up your whole face. you're observant. you probably have a soft spot for kids. for someone who looks so scary, you have this innate way of making people feel so safe. you're a natural protector. you just want people to have it better than you did. your kindness is subtle. not everyone will see it. but it's the cause of so much healing. even more than you can see.

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𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐘 𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐓𝐘?

 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠-𝐬𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. you're so unbelievably tired. someone said something to you the other day and you wanted to be laid to rest. you can't. your duty is for life and life is unending.

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𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍? except I psychoanalyze your issues with love.

𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬. you will not let go. you will not let go because–because you love them. your hold bruises their skin, makes it tender and so very painful. blood vessels pop and cloud on the surface, fingers soak with the colour of sky and blackberry fields and still–still you hold on. you cannot imagine their hand not in yours, their warm palm not against your freezing one. they cry silently, turn their head away. you hold them tighter because you do not want them to cry, you want them to be safe. the cry harder. you love them so much, dont you?

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𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐈𝐍 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐃𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄.

𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭. you want to live, don't you? there are so many things in this world, after all, and it's killing you that you can't hold every single one of them. but in the end, not everything will be right, and it's a struggle to let that wash away. you're running towards everything because you want it, but you have to remember to cherish the now too. there are things worth living for now, too, after all.

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𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔?

𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡. you are a patient, accepting and supporting person. you don’t mind leading other people through hard situations or being a rock they can lean on. even in challenging situations you don’t lose your temper and can stay calm.

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8-𝐁𝐈𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 !!

a startled Stiles surprised by the occurrence of customers in his fiancé’s bookshop (that he's supposed to be helping, no less)

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𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊.

𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 8 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

1. anti-curse — boygenius

2. polarize — twenty one pilots

3. nightmares — all time low

4. running with the wolves — aurora

5. human — christina perri

6. r.i.p. 2 my youth — the neighbourhood

7. little lion man — mumford and sons

8. anchor — novo armor

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𝐀 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐋.

Do you dare to check in? 🛎️

The infamous Overlook Hotel, nestled in the isolated Colorado Rockies, has a dark and mysterious history. Known for its eerie atmosphere and paranormal activity, the hotel has attracted visitors looking for a thrilling experience. This weekend, a group of individuals, each with their own reasons, has checked in. As night falls, strange occurrences begin to happen, turning a weekend getaway into a nightmare. ⸻ imagine yourself in the situation and create your character as they are trapped in a horror movie come true. bonus: get your creative juices flowing and write a oneshot. what happened before the picture? where is your character headed now? are they searching for their friends/the people that arrived with them or are they investigating something different entirely? what else is lurking amongst the shadows?

“It’s gonna be fun!” That’s how Stiles had pitched the idea for Scott’s birthday celebration to three very unimpressed faces, staring back at him unblinkingly from their little squares on his computer screen. As usual, their lack of excitement only tripled his own, and he’d really gone in to sell it then. “We’ll get the whole band back together, you know, just like the good old times! Come on, Scott, you only turn 27 once! And what better way to celebrate that than by visiting one of the most haunted hotels in America?” Even through the grainy pixels of their Skype connection, there was no missing the way Lydia rolled her eyes at the prospect. Realizing that he was getting dangerously close to seeing his hopes dashed, Stiles glanced over at Derek, eyebrows raised with the unspoken question of ‘Well, aren’t you gonna come to my rescue?’ Derek looked back at him with the sort of fond exasperation only reserved for Stiles, then sighed as he turned towards the camera. “It’d be nice to see everyone again. It’s been ages since we’ve actually talked to each other without all this,” He said, pointedly gesturing towards the laptop that Stiles had propped up on their kitchen table. “And besides, we all know the place isn’t actually haunted, right?”

They’d arrived in Colorado late, the sunset painting the sky in shades of orange and cotton candy-pink. The location itself was nothing short of spectacular: Nestled in the valley between snow-capped mountains, the Overlook Hotel’s dark silhouette stood in stark contrast against the backdrop of the sinking sun, emitting an atmosphere of eerie stillness. While Derek carried in their luggage from the car, the rest of the group had been tasked with just one thing: Waiting in the lobby for his return. But ever since he’d set foot into the hotel, Stiles had been itching to explore. The air felt thick, shrouded in secrets and mystery, seemingly calling upon curious minds like his. The hotel was inviting him, and Stiles couldn’t possibly resist its call. So while Lydia, Scott and Malia had been immersed in conversation and Derek had returned to the car to retrieve the last of their bags, Stiles had quietly stolen away, casting all caution aside as he slipped through one of the heavy wooden doors.

It’s yet another string of questionable decisions that has led him here, wandering down one of countless corridors alone, his trusted bat swung over one shoulder while a set of keys dangles from his right hand: Room 237. Stiles’ gaze shifts from the key in his hand to the doors that are strung together, one by one, leading off to both sides of the corridor he’s chosen to walk down—none of which have the signature numbers painted on them. “That’s… weird,” He mutters to himself, brow crinkling in confusion. Did he seriously manage to pick the one corridor that holds no actual guest rooms? Considering his track record of bad luck, he wouldn’t even be surprised. Whipsawed by the hope of finding their room further down the corridor, Stiles takes a few more steps before stopping dead in his tracks, a chill creeping up his spine.

He didn’t notice right away, mind probably too fogged by confusion, but realization is slowly dawning on him now. Up until a second ago, the sound of his footsteps on the creaking floorboards had been drowned out by the lively chatter of Scott and Malia. He couldn’t have walked more than a few feet down the corridor, so logically he should still be within hearing range of them. But suddenly the corridor lies in complete silence around him, no sound reaching his ears.

Something is not right. Regret twinges in Stiles’ gut as his heart leaps in his chest, revolting against the constraint of his ribcage that’s keeping it trapped inside Stiles’ body.

Clutching the handle of his bat in a white-knuckled grip, Stiles slowly turns, muscles strung tight, ready to snap at any given moment. He didn’t walk far down the corridor, he knows that for a fact, and yet as he turns, looking back, it stretches on as far as Stiles can see and beyond. The corridor seems endless, expanding for miles before his eyes and Stiles feels lost, swallowed up by negative space. He spins around, expecting to find the end of the corridor in the opposite direction but there’s just more of the same: Dark tinted walls, closed, unnumbered doors and an infinite expanse of corridor.

Despite the never-ending space, Stiles feels claustrophobic. It doesn’t seem to matter whether he turns back or continues moving forward—there’s nowhere for him to go. No possible escape in either direction. He’s trapped. The bat nearly slips from his grip, bone-crushing fear dampening his palms. Acting upon a split-second decision, he opts to turn back nevertheless, deeming it the only viable option. Somewhere back there he knows his friends to be, knows Derek to be, and if there’s one person in the world he trusts to always find him, no matter the odds, it’s Derek.

Stiles just about manages to shift his body back in the direction that he came from before a new wave of fear roots him to the spot. About ten feet in front of him, something is emerging from the shadows, the air moving as Stiles watches, eyes widened in horror, as two silhouettes manifest seemingly out of thin air. The sight of them is blurry at first and Stiles has to strain his eyes to see but their appearance takes on shape eventually: Twin girls, both dressed in the same teal-colored dress with matching knee-high socks, their blonde hair flowing just past their shoulders.

This can’t be happening, Stiles thinks, naively hoping that any moment now, this will reveal itself to be just another nightmare. The girls take a step towards him, their limbs moving in eerie unison, robot-like, like they’re puppets and someone else is moving their strings. As a flicker of light hits their faces and reflects off two pairs of black, soulless eyes, panic renders Stiles unable to think anything other than ‘demons’ before both girls slowly tilt their heads like part of a perfectly synchronized dance, and two identical voices ask, hauntingly sweet, “Do you wanna play with us?”

The key slipping from Stiles’ grip doesn’t register anymore. He shakes his head no, shakes it until the corridor is spinning around him and begs his legs into doing his bidding, pleads with them to carry him away instead of keeping him stuck here, feet dug in the carpet. A scream rises from his chest, claws its way out of his throat and yet when he opens his mouth, no sound comes out. Stiles himself has become part of the hotel’s stifling silence, robbed of his voice. Control of his body is slipping from him, too, as his feet start moving on their own volition—towards the twins instead of away from them. Some force is pulling at Stiles, drawing him into their reach where they await him with twisted, joyless grins and abysmally, hungry eyes.

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𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐈 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑.

Bold what your muse has done.

fallen for a character in a movie | lied about their age | went through a “twilight phase” | finished an entire jaw breaker | been kayaking or canoeing | bungee-jumped / skydived | experimented with their sexual orientation | stolen something | done a successful handstand | skipped class | flown on a plane | gotten drunk | gotten high | taken nudes | sent nudes | kissed someone of the same sex | kissed a stranger | been in a fist fight | been in handcuffs (for any reason) | fallen asleep at the movies | taken part in a talent show | cut their own hair | experienced sleep paralysis | tried lucid dreaming | thrown up on a roller coaster | chipped a tooth | gone hunting | had a bad allergic reaction | worked at a fast food restaurant | looked through someone else’s phone without permission | changed a diaper | eaten an entire pizza by themselves | been pulled over | eaten out of a trash can | played candy crush

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