he is mischief.

an independent roleplay blog for stiles stilinski. read rules prior to interaction.

[stydiaislove]

“So you believe it too?” “I believe in Derek Hale.”

[ismischief]

me: wants to do something creative my attention span: decides to fuck off

[ismischief]

ofbrokenhope:

“of course and you’re just making it worse for yourself. I’m pretty sure that’s literally a quote used by all people who are suspicious.”

stiles grins and shifts on his feet. “ well, whatcha gonna do about it? “

[dear-indies]

We are creating a masterlist for every Teen Wolf roleplayer.

The list is here. 

[ismischief]

happy munday i guess??? i’m off to class, then i’m gonna watch the new episode && then i’ll try to be here while i work on some assignments or something

[ismischief]

@ofbrokenhope | x

“ are you saying you’re suspicious? of me? i am the very picture of innocence, buddy. no suspicious activity going on here. none. nope. never. “

[ismischief]

stiles is in a mood for some sexy times™ but we have no relationship development with anyone on this blog.

if you want to write smut just for fun my discord is lareiism#9587. i’m also up for angst if that’s more your thing, but fluff and crack aren’t happening rn.

[movedto-idorpstuffs]

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[ismischief]

idorpstuffs:

Billie had no recollection of how she got here, wherever ‘here’ was. She had been running for awhile and had stopped to take a break on the mountain top. The last thing she had remember was leaving the Dread Doctors and running. She ran for her life and she had seemed to escape. She could smell something someone behind her but she could tell it was no threat that she knew of. She briefly looked over her shoulder seeing who it was; someone who was clearly curious at who she was and what she was doing here. She could smell the curiosity but also the worry. Was something off about her appearance? 

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Stiles toed the ground with his sneaker, kicking fallen leaves in random patterns. He knew it wasn’t smart to be alone so far in the woods—there were creepy Doctors and asshole chimeras and a Beast at large—but he needed the fresh air, the solitude. Adderall did only so much for his jittery brain, and nothing for the anxiety that threatened to consume him if he so much as paused for a breath. Here he could ride out the worst of it without overwhelming his friends with the chemosignals he was broadcasting.

That had been the plan, at least, until a girl came barreling through the bushes and nearly gave Stiles a heart attack. He yelped, but the sound and his flailing went completely unnoticed by her. Huh.

Stiles knew better than to relax just yet, but considering how long it took for her to notice Stiles, he doubted she was there to dismember and maim him. When she turned to face Stiles, he took note of her dirty hair and rumpled clothes. Stiles’ eyebrows shot up—there went his hope of her being an overachieving jogger. He kinda wished he hadn’t left his baseball bat in the Jeep.

“Uh... Hello?”

[ismischief]

schimaere:

     “what are you planning to do now, huh? arrest me?”

“ nope. “ not yet. theo better watch out for when stiles becomes an fbi agent——he’ll be coming for his werewolf ass, and not in the sexy way. “ but my dad might. “

[ismischief]

@schimaere​ | cont.

“ yeah——i’m aware. “

[ismischief]

                   when stiles was a little kid, he couldn't say his first name. the closest he could get was mischief.

[diorkisses-blog1]

ok . i fucking want dark plots. 

we just fucking murdered your neighbor and you look hot with blood splattered on your face and whoops now we’re on a killing spree because i can’t stop the bloodlust. the cops are trying to find us but we’re always one step ahead. we’ll never fucking look back baby they’ll never fucking know we did it. like a literal serial killer duo who knows what the FUCK they r doing 

ur a vampire who i met at a club and was dancing on and i woke up in ur bed with marks all over my neck and i’m terrified but also kinda fucking turned on and i don’t know what to do

i’ve been stalking you and i think it’s about time you know just how much i love you. we’re meant to be together. let me fucking kIDNAP you and try to do that whole stockholm syndrome thing and what do you fucking mean it’s not working we’re meant to be. you’re gonna fucking love me or you’re gonna fucking die . 

we’re both fucking crazy i burned your shit last week you fucked my best friend to spite me i released your nudes you told my mom about the time i got arrested we have a sex tape and we’re never leaving each other because we tear each other apart but we don’t know how to live otherwise

we were in rival gangs and i started dating you to get information for mine and i got caught but i only realized i was in love with you when you were jamming your knife into my stomach. 

anything fucking dark and stomach twisting like literal fucking sketch ass aus 

[ismischief]

susceptibles:

❝      like what?                      what else can you do?    ❞    

uh oh. stiles’ gaze flits around; he didn’t expect the other to call out his bluff. sure he could zap him a little bit, but he doubts that would go over well with deaton: ‘ yee-e-ah, doc, the kid was being a little shit, he totally deserved it, honestly. ‘

“ uh——well. “ he digs a ball of lint out of his pocket and flings it at the other’s face.

“ there. betcha didn’t expect that. “

[dylans-obriens]

[borderline-disaster]

[susceptibles-a-deactivated20220]

❝      that was kinda mean.    ❞     

open to all.

[ismischief]

“ you should consider yourself LUCKY. “

“ because i can do a lot more than kinda mean—ask anyone. “

[hoechloin]