wailing woman

[doihaveaphdinlycanthropy]

He couldn’t think straight, mind too muddled, anxiety upheaved by the mere memories gathered in this place. Struggling to push his thoughts aside, and with much composure as he could muster, he stood behind her and gently took hold of his wrists, stopping her from pounding so profusely. A breath was let out, his chest resting against her back.

“Just calm down, okay? Freaking out isn’t going to get us anywhere. I’m pretty sure the Dread Doctors already got whatever it was they came for, but we should probably still be careful and not make too much noise.”

[ofscreamsandwails-blog]

Lydia took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. She turned around to face Stiles, still looking panicked. The banshee sighed, watching Stiles to make sure he didn’t start freaking out too much.

“You- you’re right. I just... I don’t want to stay here.”

[werxcoyotearchive-blog]

❝ i didn’t break in. i just ripped the window    lock off. you’re the one who was naked. ❞

[ofscreamsandwails-blog]

“Malia, that is the definition of breaking in.  You broke my window to get in. And I was probably changing. I didn’t think there was gonna be a werecoyote peeking in. That’s not usually a problem.”

[werxcoyotearchive-blog]

❝ i thought that you were still at the mall with kira,    and i needed the dread doctor book back, so    i climbed through the window and saw your    boobs. and butt. and everything else. ❞

[ofscreamsandwails-blog]

“And you couldn’t just call me and ask for the book instead of breaking in to my house?”

[martinskisbond]

♥ some dark!stydia because they’re precious babes!

             “when is a monster not a monster? oh, when you love him.“

[kittygotwet-deactivated20210427]

Please help us save our cat

Our cat, Missy, went missing the 17th of July and returned to us on the 21st of July, in a great deal of pain. 

We believe she was struck by a car and left to die. 

Missy returned to us with a broken hip and was malnourished. 

We simply cannot afford her vet bills, because of her broken hip, she will have to have anaesthesia, surgery and after care. 

Our goal is £500, if we surpass that, we would like to give to a cat charity. 

Missy was my Grandfathers gift to us when he passed and I would never ask for help under any other circumstance. 

We completely understand if you cannot help by donating, but please help by reblogging this. 

This is the link to her fundraising page. 

Thank you for reading this. 

[werxcoyotearchive-blog]

❝ if this is how i die, i just want you to know    something. i lo…looked at you naked    through the window the other day. ❞

[ofscreamsandwails-blog]

“Malia, you’re not going to die. Don’t be so over- Wait, what?”

[silverisms]

Allison didn’t like her job much. She was just an office girl for a beauty magazine. Sure, stuff like that was rather interesting to her, but working in this particular office was toxic. Their boss was an asshole and constantly trying to hit on all the girls in the building. Both at the same time. It was pretty awful. Whenever Mondays rolled around, the woman always found herself wishing she could just stay home. But she needed the money, so she had to work for it. So, like every other Monday, she got dressed and dragged herself into work. She headed into the office-like area and sat at her desk, smiling at one of the only people she considered a friend in this hell hole. Her name was Erica and, while they didn’t get along at first, they ended up becoming friends after a while. “So, who’s the victim today?” Allison asked, referring to their boss’ target. Whether that was a target for flirtatiousness or anger, only time would tell. ‘One of the writers. Lydia Martin, I think.’ Erica responded. 

Allison arched an eyebrow. That woman had always held an air of mystery about her, although she wasn’t one to pry, as she was sure that she held the same mysterious glow herself. She tried, at least. “This should be interesting.” she said, tone laced with curiosity. Their boss tended to make a scene whenever his attitude was directed at one person in particular. All they had to do was wait and find out what exactly his mood was.

[ofscreamsandwails-blog]

Of course. Of course her boss chose today of all days to start with her. She’d spent the whole night arguing with her now ex-boyfriend Jackson about something stupid that had ended in a break up. She’d gotten maybe two hours of sleep as a result, and woke up in a shitty mood. Worse than the usual Monday annoyance. And the second she’d walked into work, she’d been warned by no less than six people that she was his target today. Oh joy. She managed to get through a few hours of work without seeing him, but just as she was starting to think she’d been misinformed, Kira nudged her gently. Lydia turned to look in the direction her friend was pointing, and sighed. The man in question was approaching her desk, a slimy grin spread across her face. She rolled her eyes before standing up, walking towards the bathroom.

“Lydia, hey, I-” He was cut off as she muttered something even she wasn’t really listening to and shoved past him. Now more annoyed, she stalked away, needing a minute alone. As she was pulling out her cell to ask Kira to tell their boss that she was feeling off and might be back later, she knocked into someone, dropping her phone as she stumbled. “Shit, seriously? Could this day get any crappier?”

[doihaveaphdinlycanthropy]

Stiles hurried over, attempting to get it open with much haste, because honestly, he couldn’t stand being in Eichen House another minute either. An overwhelming sense was dread started to course through him. The door was locked.

 “Uh, Lydia, I don’t think we’re going anywhere anytime soon.”

[ofscreamsandwails-blog]

She looked over at Stiles, the look of panic on her face mirroring how she was pretty sure he was feeling right now. Lydia kept pounding on the door, despite knowing for sure now that it wasn’t going to open no matter what she did.

“No, no way. I refuse to stay in this hell hole, especially now that those doctors can get in no problem!”

[ofscreamsandwails-blog]

doihaveaphdinlycanthropy

“Stiles, I am not staying in here another second! Help me with this door!”

[silverisms]

ofscreamsandwails sent a thing from here. ( Killer AU )

[silverisms]

Nobody knew her real name. She was careful - one of the most skilled serial killers there was. She didn’t leave a trace of evidence. She planned and plotted ahead and had at least a Plan E before going ahead with an assassination. They’d started to refer to her as Bloody Rose, which wasn’t exactly the most creative of names, but they came up with it became of how gruesome some of her murders could be, and the fact that she left a rose at every murder scene, merely for her own entertainment. She thought it was a cliche movie twist to do something like that. 

No matter how hard the authorities tried digging, they couldn’t get any of her information up. Her killings were so spread out and planned, that they didn’t see the connection between them, which led them to think she was just killing because she got a thrill from it. That was only half true. The other half ws that she did have a reason. But she kept her reasons to herself. She didn’t trust anybody with anything. She only trusted herself. 

She was an ordinary woman by day, and a serial killer by night. Quite literally. Allison Argent was, seemingly, a very polite and lovely woman, who kept to herself and worked hard. Nobody would ever suspect that she was Bloody Rose. And that was exactly how she wanted things to go. She worked in an office in the daytime, but at night, she was planning. If she wasn’t planning, she was fulfilling a plan. Successfully so. 

There were several other serial killers around that Allison would rather like to meet. But one in particular really caught her eye…

[ofscreamsandwails-blog]

Beautiful, charming, and persuasive, no one would ever expect Lydia Martin to be a killer. Conniving? Yes. Ambitious? Of course. But a murderer? Never. Especially not one of the worst out there today, at least according to recent news reports. She was the princess of her family. Princess Fiona, maybe. Beautiful redhead by day, viscous monster by night. Okay, she knew that was the opposite of the moral of that story, but the metaphor fit her very well. She was known as the Cupid Killer, or just Cupid. It made sense, if you thought about it. She seduced her targets away from any prying eyes, and once they were alone, she cut their hearts out with no mercy. The big difference was, the original Cupid used an arrow. That had never been her thing. Long distance was so... Impersonal. She wanted to see the fear in her victims eyes as they realized just who they’d run off with. That was ninety percent of the fun. She’d never be caught, she’d made sure of that. Cupid was a total mystery. The only way they’d find out was if she messed up. And she was a genius. She didn’t mess up. Ever.

Although, if she was being honest with herself, she wanted someone who knew all of her. Not just perfect fashion writer Lydia, but Cupid Lydia as well. She wanted someone who understood. Just someone to talk to every now and then. And she thought she already had the perfect person in mind. The Bloody Rose was almost as brilliant as she was. Almost. The only problem? Her brilliance meant there were no clues as to who she was. So that meant Lydia would have to suck it up and deal with it. She didn’t need anyone.

[ofscreamsandwails-blog]

(So my computer just had a stroke, and the things I was replying to got deleted, so gonna have to retype. Sorry about that!)

[ofscreamsandwails-blog]

starter call!

I’m hella bored, so if you want Lydia, like this for a starter maybe?

[bornhale-archive-blog]

OPEN~

   “ money is on the counter. she didn’t         cause any problems, did she?”

[ofscreamsandwails-blog]

“Derek, I’ve told you a hundred times. She’s an absolute angel. Or maybe she just really likes me.”

[silverisms]

Allison bit her lip and just shrugged, not really wanting to talk about it. “Does it matter? I mean, I’m single. It’s not a bad thing for me to have my eye on someone.”

[ofscreamsandwails-blog]

Lydia being Lydia, kept pressing the issue. “Yes it matters! Come on, Allison! I wanna know who it is!”

[silverisms]

A small sigh escaped her lips. “I’m not interested in flirting with anyone, Lydia. I have my eyes on someone, so.” she folded her arms. 

[ofscreamsandwails-blog]

The strawberry blonde’s eyes widened in shock. “Wait, what? You do? Who is it?”

[silverisms]

“Fine, maybe they weren’t failed attempts. But I still don’t particularly want to see other girls, or other guys, being all over you. As your best friend, it’s extremely awkward for me.”

[ofscreamsandwails-blog]

“People are always all over me. I might as well embrace it, right? If you would flirt a bit, they’d be all over you too.”

[silverisms]

OPEN;;

“Do you really have to flirt with other girls right in front of me? It’s seriously annoying watching your failed attempts at flirting with any girl who shows even a tiny bit of interest in you.” She’s just jealous. INSANELY jealous.

[ofscreamsandwails-blog]

“Allison, c’mon. You know if I was actually flirting, they wouldn’t be failed attempts.” Lydia replied with a slight smirk.