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"This town is so boring. I need something to do. Got any ideas?"
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Stiles||Isaac||I Miss You||Closed
Isaac went up to Stiles's door, knocking on it. He opened the door, walking upstairs. "Stiles?" he called out, heading up to the boy's room. "Stiles?" he asked, opening his door.
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You. Me. Bed. Now. [i haaaaad to, sorry not sorry]
"O-okay, yeah. I'd like that Stiles. Fuck man, you're going to kill me."
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open starter | anyone can reply {i tagged new followers}
"Everything is so fucked up." Madison whispered, tears freefalling down her face. "I wish I could help more. I just feel so useless."
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Send me a ‘★’ if you actually like my blog. Takes a second, means a lot.
[[ you're unbelievably amazing! ]]
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hyperwolfstiles replied to your post: OOC: What I want to do for Laura's revived verse -
*whispers into the wind* Hi. I can be Stiles if i interpreted this correctly with my sleepy brain.
Yessss. Goooood. :3 Send me an ask and we shall discuss the thing.
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Stiles ventured into the loft, looking for Derek and letting out a soft sound when he found him. He moved to wrap his arms around the Alpha's neck and smiled. 'Hey there.' He grinned. [this is obvs sans M!A since you or me, idefk who, didn't answer]
Derek heard him coming and didn't move from his place on the couch, reading a book half heartedly, barely absorbing anything on the page. "Hey," He said, leaning back slightly but not moving other than that. "Wasn't expecting you here."
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Isaac had caught Stiles checking out Lydia for the fifth time that week. Stiles was his boyfriend, his, not Lydia's. Stiles should be checking him out, not some short redheaded girl. He could feel his anger starting to make him shift, his claws and canines coming out. "Calm Isaac," he said to himself. "Just talk to Stiles."
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Scout's living room is truly a sight to behold, and for once she's grateful for her mother being gone for the night. All of the furniture is now pressed against the walls of the room, creating copious amounts of space within for the epic fort she planned on constructing in just a few minutes. Pillows and blankets littered the floor, nearly covering every square inch of the space.
The urge to start right away is strong, the childlike excitement within her making her almost give in to it. But Stiles was surely on his way by now, and she wanted to wait until he was there - since it would only be a few minutes anyways. Heaving a little sigh, she flopped onto her back on the floor, the noise drifting into a sound of content at the feel of the cool, soft material pressing to her skin. As eager as she was to start, she was content with simply lying amidst the various blankets and pillows as she waited for Stiles to arrive.
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[Things I should be doing:
-Replying on Scott
-Replying on Derek
-Sleeping
-Posting the three or so starters I've promised people
Things I should not be doing:
-Considering making OCs blogs with Max Thieriot and Kyle Gallner FCs.
Wanna guess which one I'm doing? -_-
Someone who knows Colin and Damon please remind me that these two little shits do not need to be here x.x Talk me out of itttttt]
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As Above, So Below || Steampunk/Shapeshifter AU
Violet heaved a weary sigh as she wiped the sweat from her brow with the back of her hand. There had been a sharp influx of patients as of the late, each of them exhibiting alarmingly similar symptoms. While she did her best to keep up with the needs of her ailing townsfolk, the fact remained that her stock was dwindling alarmingly low and she was far from prepared for a full on epidemic. The infection appeared to be airborne and spread quickly in the damp, enclosed reaches of their underground city. Those infected exhibited difficulties breathing as well as a concerning wet cough that often lead to mild irritation of the bronchial tissue and a spot of internal bleeding from the trauma. These symptoms were often followed shortly by headaches, fever, chills, muscle cramps, fatigue, dizziness, delirium, etcetera, the list of troubling ailments went on. The most peculiar of symptoms were lesions that formed predominantly on the face, especially around the nose and mouth. It was due to these sores that those in the town took to calling the new ailment the 'blight' after the tissue decay that often infected their pitiful hydroponic crops.
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The distressed apothecary had prescribed the last of her store of aspirin earlier that afternoon to a woman with a fever well past one hundred and one degrees Fahrenheit, and her last bit of cough syrup to a young boy scarcely even two years of age. All she had left now was an old amber bottle of throat soothers and some willow bark to combat rapidly growing plague. The sound of the bell above the door to her small clinic roused Violet from her pensive state, and she cast her tired gaze to the young man obscuring her doorway. "My sincerest of apologies," she began with a troubled sigh, "I'm afraid there is little I can do to help you if you've come seeking treatment for the blight."
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Send me a ‘★’ if you actually like my blog. Takes a second, means a lot.
[[ OMG. STARS. ]]
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hyperwolfstiles smelled you out
Amelia hated it. The nightmares that constantly reigned over her like a gloomy cloud just waiting to burst. She had had yet another that broke the peaceful sleep she'd been having. Slowly she stood from her bed, shuffling to her dad's room. Derek was out searching with Isaac which left Stiles home. "D-Daddy?"
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Stiles frowned a bit before nodding. 'As much as I won't want to, I promise.'
Derek nodded, as though deciding something, and leaned forward to press a kiss to Stiles, gentle and chaste, surprisingly so for the alpha wolf.
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"So what is it you want? Come to take me away like everyone else?"
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hyperwolfstiles stopped by
Abby was hopelessly lost. Again! Maybe it's because she was so used to larger cities, but Beacon Hills and its close quarters seemed to always throw her off track, especially at night.
The hunter sighed to herself and glanced around once more. So much for staking out the place... Maybe she could grab something on the way back home. Before she could make her way onto the street a snap on the other side caught her attention. "Don't make me come over there and kick your ass!"
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