Oh It Bites? Kill It.

"If there's a will, there's a way." That's a pretty good phrase to live by in Darcy's world, especially if you find yourself in deadly situations on a weekly basis. At twenty-two years old she's faced nightmares you've only dreamed about and dam does she wish they were only fiction. Now she's in Beacon Hills to help the helpless but she didn't expect for her hands to be this full. Nemeton

[darcycrawford12]

thereal-scottmccall:

  “I cant say I’m surprised. Teachers lounge, I don’t rememeb-                                                          OH! You’re the new chemistry teacher’s assistant.                                                                   Welcome to the wonderful town of Beacon Hills.                                                                                 I’m sorry I don’t think I caught your name “

                  "Correctamundo!                       Ahh, I think you're suppose to call me Miss Crawford or                                            some crap like that but it's just Darcy."

[darcycrawford12]

asparkofadderall:

  " Ever heard of the calm before the storm? “

            "Hmm—sure, yeah I guess.                   Or, you could be in the eye of the storm and only have half left to go."

[darcycrawford12]

the will; the way | one, two, three

Three headcanons that were included with Darcy's biography. 

Darcy’s eyebrow twitches when she’s frustrated with a situation, or angry. 

She completely terrified of actually working as an assistant teacher, her schooling was limited and teenagers can be harsh. While her ‘shifty’ degree may have been enough to land her the job, actually grading papers may not be as easy. Lydia probably knows more than she does…

Travelling on the road could get very boring so Darcy’s mother would buy old VHS movies for her to watch on the ride but when DVD box sets were introduced, the girls switched over to TV series to pass the time.Charmed is still one of her most hated shows, complete inaccurate depiction of witches, are you crazy?!  Buffy the Vampire Slayer quickly became her favorite shows and heroes though; but that Spike and Angel crap was bullshit. 

[darcycrawford12]

the spook;; darcy&naomi

    As leaves crunched underneath canvas hunting boots, Darcy had to admit that t r a c k i n g was the worst part of the job. After a swift kick to a pile of leaves, she let out a frustrated grunt. She was probably the worst tracker in the hunting community, she had her mom for that but instead Molly had decided to stay at home and cook dinner? Since when did they ever have a homemade meal? Although a part of her lusted after how juicy a nice roasted chicken would taste, the pair could be getting a whole lot more done if they were out here together.        She was on the edge of the woods, close to the town so she decided to retire for the night. The prints in the soil were beginning to blend together anyways. As she approached the tree line she flipped the safety on her shotgun and stuffed it into the OD green duffle bag that was slung over her shoulder. The alley looked clear so she took the time to hop over the fence separating the forest from town; lot of good that would do if a werewolf decided it was h u n g r y . Once over, she checked the .9mm that had been safely placed in the holster on her hip; carrying that thing around might have been the main reason she wore mostly baggy shirts without style. She made sure the chamber was empty and switched the safety on as well before placing it back in the holster.        Well, that couldn’t have been more pathetic... She hadn’t found anything she’d been looking for and that meant a few precious hours wasted. A heavy sigh and her attention was drawn to another alleyway. Darcy backed up, c u r i o u s, was the woman arguing with herself?        “Hey, yo’! Are you alright back there?” She called, her visibility was limited by a few cardboard boxes and dumpster; she could only make out the woman and the noises.

[xoforbiddenscars]

     (♛)     DARCY CRAWFORD is a TWENTY-TWO year old HUNTER who is TAKEN

↳ T H E P A S T

Being born wasn’t the easiest task for Darcy, according to the doctors abridged version she’d wiggled around a few to many times and the umbilical cord had wrapped around her neck causing some complications for her mother as well as herself. An emergency C-section was performed and pure fear set in for her parents…then the small baby girl started crying. Looking back, that was probably one of the least dangerous situation’s she’d been in and maybe things would have been easier if her life had never began but easier doesn’t always mean better.

Darcy grew up a simple first four years. There were picnics and parks and playgrounds; her father even took her to her first day of preschool. She had fond memories of being a kid but things changed when her parents started fighting and it only took two months before he was out the door, never to be heard from again. She didn’t exactly know why he left or why their perfectly happy family shattered so easily but as a kid, she didn’t absorb it as harshly.

The next four years were a little tougher, her mom began travelling and life on the road wasn’t as easy as packed lunches and preschool. Darcy’s mother never did anything to hide the truth but she also knew her girl wasn’t old enough to bare the responsibility yet. Around the age of eight that the pieces of the puzzle came together, monsters were real. Her mom had been fighting them all her life and her dad just wasn’t strong enough to deal with it. 

Her mother sat the girl down like it was a bedtime story, it would have started out like “Once upon a time, the princess was the hero and the prince shit his pants…” As her mother explained, a werewolf wondered in on their happy, normal life and “fucked it up”. [In Molly’s defense, her feelings were still a bit tender so her words weren’t very ‘child friendly’.] From what Darcy understood through heated words and tears, her mother grew up in a family of hunters, strong and independent but when she met Henry, her husband, she left the life willingly. When the werewolf chose their new town as a target to hunt in, she was forced back into doing her job and Henry didn’t understand. He thought it was too dangerous, he had typical reactions of fear and just left.

From then on, Darcy felt closer to her mother, any subconscious harboring feelings blaming her for her father’s departure dissipated and she only felt love, respect and pure admiration for her mother’s heroism. She began to learn the ropes of hunting, how to wield weapons, how to slay vampires and werewolves, wendigos and even mermaids. Anything that endangered a human was an enemy of theirs.

They traveled together in an old RV across the country taking whatever jobs came their way. Darcy would enroll herself in a high schools whenever they knew they’d be in a town for a longer period of time. However, when they were on the road it was workbooks and libraries. The lifestyle was stressful but she got her GED. Unfortunately, the next step was college but staying at a university while hunting down monsters wasn’t an option. With, Molly breathing down her neck Darcy opted for a ‘shifty’ online degree in chemistry. To Darcy, this meant more frequent stops for wifi and textbooks, a burden. She had no interest in school work, hunting was her life and main duty.

↳ T H E P R E S E N T

News of Beacon Hills has travelled through the hunter’s grape vine fast; Darcy and her mother caught wind quickly. After many deep discussions and a few arguments, they’ve decided to take their chances and clean up the town. Darcy thinks it’s their duty to help out the humans in the town, they’re oblivious to the evils that are surrounding them. Molly’s a little less eager, her want to get out of the lifestyle is something she’s starting to push on her daughter more and more. It’s starting to cause a rift between them.

Darcy’s not having any of it though, while her mother sits on her ass in the apartment all day avoiding the problems that the world can’t see, she’ll be taking care of the Beacon Hills’ residents. She’s planted herself into Beacon Hills high school as an assistant teacher, apparently that chemistry degree did come in handy as well as a few faked documents, to get closer to the students. In her experience, the teenagers gossip more about this kind of stuff and it’s easy to set up teacher-parent conferences. “Oh…you’re student’s grades are slipping do you think that’s because of the recent murders?”..que the word vomit. She doesn’t have much of a plan or a vendetta but she’s more of a “make it up as I go” kind of girl.

Darcy’s pretty blunt when she’s talking to strangers, she’s not much of a ‘kill them with kindness’ kind of gal but she does try to keep her cool. She can be rude, mostly she keeps her thoughts too herself but a lot of the time those words or actions slip through and tend to tick people off. She tends to step on people’s toes accidentally but she doesn’t really care if it’s after the fact. If feelings get hurt, they’re already hurt, she’s not going to go out of her way to fix them unless she actually likes the person; which is rare…and that’s only because in her way of life she never gets a chance to get to know people. If she had friends, they’d see a more honest side to her, which means in all truthfulness more rudeness. She’d be less likely to hide her thoughts from her friends or people she knows, so you’d get full force Darcy sass but there’s a good side to these girl too! Darcy’s loyal and protective, once you have her as a friend, you’ve got a miniature redheaded body guard for life. She’s adventurous, none of those buddies of yours want to go cliff diving? Call Darcy. She’s got spunk and sass and a mouth like a sailor and if you can handle all that, then you’ve got skills and a little hunter friend.

↳ T H E S H I P S

I’m not much of a shipper, if anything it is all Darcy x chemistry. I’m am really interested to see the interactions (non-romantic) between her and Derek, Scott, Allison, Lydia maybe some sass offs between Stiles, but the pre-mades will probably be really interesting!

[darcycrawford12]

asparkofadderall:

      ” I start to get nervous when things            start to calm down. ”

"That's more than a backwards thought." 

[carterthebyrne-blog1]

So.

[darcycrawford12]

lahey-the-beta:

I’m back. 

           "Good; thanks for the announcement, kid.                 Now sit down and balance that chemical formula up on the board."

                  "Oh, and next time go use the restroom, do it during history class.         We all know you've been learning the same crap since the third grade."

[darcycrawford12]

pumpkinsoupforthedead:

”Ohhh.                                                                                                                 Sorry — Bit too busy to be watching                                                                                         that.”

             "Guess you just meet a whole variety of people when you travel..."

                               "Those southern charmers tend to be my favorite." 

[darcycrawford12]

thereal-scottmccall:

                             ”Well, till we obtained licenses aleast.                                                                                      —Yeah, I’ve been here since I can remember.                                                                                Stiles on the other hand, I think aliens dropped him off. “

      "Is it interesting staying in one place all your life?                     Aliens? Can't say I've heard that one before.     Stiles—huh...wait; that's the one with the mouth and that would make you Scott wouldn't it?                           You know, you two have a reputation in the teachers lounge." 

[darcycrawford12]

pumpkinsoupforthedead:

           ”Valley                         girl?

"California girl, typical stereotype, they don't actually exist. It's just another way to make girls feel self-conscious for their actions and personalities...but hey, I figured it was a quick way to bring an image into your head. Guess not."

[darcycrawford12]

pumpkinsoupforthedead:

"Coffee is beautiful — 

                 Anyone who says otherwise is selling something.” 

                  "Mhmm—yeah, sure. I guess it taste good....

               ....but don't some teas have just as much caffeine without the stains?               Unless you use that valley girl technique I saw in L.A last time I was there.                                        Straws."

[darcycrawford12]

thereal-scottmccall:

       ”You speak the truth. “ 

       ”Yeah around there                                                                                        I know me and Stiles used to ride our bikes there from school all the time.” 

                 "Good, good.                        Wait—When you were kids?               I'm taking a guess here and saying you've been in this town you're whole life?"

[darcycrawford12]

pumpkinsoupforthedead:

"There might be?

                              Personally — not quite sure.               I’m more of a coffee person.”

                     "Coffee?          ——I'm not to big on that whole yellow teeth style that comes with it."

[darcycrawford12]

howlingkinghale:

"Pancakes and fries… Would that be together or separate?" 

   ”I’m sure they have pancake fries, or sticks.”

                  "Depends on the craving...or what's left over;                                usually anything goes—except pickles." 

                  "Pancake sticks?                         I could eat those on the go; what a great idea." 

[darcycrawford12]

thereal-scottmccall:

 ”Pancakes and Fry’s? You’re talking my language.” 

"But, I do believe there is a dinner downtown." 

         "The universal language, kiddo. Grease and butter's good for the soul." 

      "Downtown; What's that, fifteen minutes away from the high school?                 I think I'll be spending the majority of my free time there from now on."

[darcycrawford12]

"I'm sure there's a dinner around here somewhere?                   Anyone have any ideas.              I need a one stop shop for pancakes and fries.   And I guess real food too; but my gut doesn't usually like that stuff." 

[darcycrawford12]

after school special;; darcy&open

        Real jobs. A heavy sigh escaped lips tightened around the cap of a red pen. There used to be a day, though it was back in middle school, that Darcy had wanted to be a teacher or a vet or maybe even a police officer; but now real jobs were much more of a pain in the ass than she bargained for. This required actual work, not that hunting didn’t, it’s just sitting behind a desk grading papers was a tedious amount of concentration and lord help her was it b o r i n g.         Apparently adults had a ‘pecking order’ as well; it wasn’t just the students at this high school who picked on the new kids or those younger than them. Darcy hated it. It’d be two short days and she’d already felt the wraith of Mr. Smith, the teacher she was assisting. Some who was suppose to treat her as an equal, had a funny way of expressing it. There conversations consisted of 'do this, do that' and nothing so much as a 'please or thank you' was uttered after his commands. Even colleagues in the teachers lounge gave her unnecessary off-put glares; she was beginning to assume it was because her age. She was stuck somewhere in between the mass difference of students and professors but as long as she kept relations good with the principal, everything would be alright. A job was a job, and at least this one paid; that meant one less fraudulent credit card.         Okay...maybe not everything would be alright. Mr. Smith had to be taking advantage of his new assistant. There was no way she was supposed to be staying after class on her second day at work; yet here she was with a stack of homework his junior class had turned in the day before. She was taping the end of her pen on her thigh, a rhythm that had no beat. Her feet were crossed a top the desk with the papers in her lap, secretly hoping her boots would leave a bit of dirt behind. She’d chosen to be comfortable rather than safe with her back turn towards the door but she realize what a mistake that might have been when she heard footsteps against the linoleum tiles outside.         “You know the last bell rang about a half hour ago?” Darcy called out, neck straining to turn towards the door.