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okie dokie - so i have been on hiatus for a while now and i am thinking about coming back - i might put this one on hiatus and move my blog to another... so yeah.
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❝ it’s called frontotemporal dementia… ❞
home. ask. about. rules.
❝ it’s the only form of dementia that can hit teenagers. and there’s no cure.❞
x. what, i dont want to make a stiles au account who has frontotemporal dementia...
x. HIGH FIVE for getting my drafts done!
but anyway, does anyone want the one plot anon sent me because i want a character to base it off of and not have it be open. if you do, then just like this.
[ lydia ]
blank eyes flutter upwards catching his gaze, her mouth slightly agape as she stood there with no emotion on her face. just a profound look of sadness, as if she was a small puppy who had been kicked badly. & her hands shook, she was being haunted by the words her grandmother had said… she used her last words to make sure she would be okay. but was she ever going to be okay in this town ?
❛ he killed her, he killed my grandmother… & he was going to kill me, i could have died. ❜
[ rafael had heard from parrish what had happen to lydia and stiles at eichen house, him deciding to close the distance between them, trying to comfort her by putting his hand on her shoulder. ]
❝ i know ––––- are you okay?
do you want to talk about it or anything like that? ❞
[ he knew they only way he used to be able to deal with things this terrible were to drink them away, but she was just a kid. she shouldn't even have to deal with these things, and yet she seems to always end up in near death situation or finding the body, like he had read in the reports. ]
[ stiles ]
A cascading avalanche of stark letters & unblemished white, on & on the { foreboding } river ran; into the hands of MAN who’d lived naught but the joys of ignorance. Sweat grazing his forehead, fumbled excuses melded together in his throat, rendering him near non-sensical. HOW did one provide an answer to such insurmountable danger? To such tragedy? ❝ —Erm, I dunno, LOOKS like a list of some sort. Lydia’s name is on it, yeah? Maybe it’s all the A grade students at school? Yep, that’s { sounds } about right, reckon a congratulations in order, eh? ❞ Twisted grimace of evident deceit staining his lips, { on } the ramblings went. Anything but be forced to explain the NOOSE of danger that constricted around their necks.
[ rafael looked back at stiles, peeling his eyes off of the marked sheets in his hands, staring up to stiles, with an vexed expression on his face, knowing that stiles wasn't telling the truth. ]
❝ stiles –––– i know that scott does not get a's, even with how hard he tries.
and even if he did, what is with the number on the side of this? ❞
Raph having a love affaire with one of the officers/deputy's (female or male, whatever the mun prefers) of Beacon County. It starts with a mutual interest, then escalates to conversations, laughter, a night out and so on so forth until their bonded so closely to be separate from one another would be a fate worse than death.
plot plot plot plot plot plot plot - anon version
what i think: *major eyebrow wiggle*
actual description on how i feel: this really sounds like a brilliant idea, even though i can only really think of the sheriff, parrish, and haigh, but that would be fine to. parrish is my secret lover. but i will definitely make a starter for it... if i can think of how to start it.
anonymously message me with a plot & i'll respond with whether i would be interested or not, then make a starter for it.
note: this is simply to try and help people break the ice of rp’ing or for those who want to rp something off someone’s wishlist, but are just a little too shy. this can remain completely anonymous! so if you receive a plot you like you’re essentially making an open starter based on that plot unless the other person comes forward :)
[ malia ]
She’s not one to go to anyone for assistance, and when it comes down to it, Malia is not about to meander towards any of the McCall’s. Their reputation for being rather, well, secretive has her loathing the way she gets looked at as she entered the station. Arms folded over her chest, the she coyote settled in to a chair, leg folding over the other. When witnessing the arrival of the other did Malia stand, her lips curving into the sickly sweet grin. “McCall,” vocals did resonate with the grin, eyes examining the other, “by chance, are you free?”
❝ U H ––––—- ❞
[ rafael turned to meet the brown-eyes of the young miss tate, along with her grinning smile. his brain functioning again after being drawn away from what he was thinking about before. he nodded to her, giving her a small smile before speaking again. ]
❝ i am free right now, miss tate. anything you need to talk about? ❞
[ jordan ]
( glancing up from his laptop screen, he heard the agent’s voice. the questions were BOUND to be about the recent events at the station. that is, if the sheriff actually told him. his head inclined to a series of nods. )
“that’s perfectly fine, sir ! is there something wrong ? “
❝ well, i've heard a few things around the station about you being burnt, and then saving lydia and stiles. are you alright? ❞
[ he could be the concerned fbi agent, occasionally. especially if parrish saved his son's best friend, even if the kid was more annoying than anyone he knew. as long as it made scott happy, then it made him happy. ]
x. so are rafael and melissa divorced or what?
[ lydia ]
❝We were tied up and he was about to hurt us when Parrish showed up JUST IN TIME. Brunski challenged him so he shot him to death—-I don’t know what else you want me to say Mr. Mccall. All i need is my bed and my mother who should be here in least than 10 minutes.❞
❝ okay ––––
and what about before that, what were you and stiles doing at eichen house in the first place.
––––––– this should only take a few more minutes.❞
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