I'm something!

"I can't just turn this on. I'm not like you guys. I don't have claws, or glowing eyes, or super senses, I just have v o i c e s in my head." Private 1x1 roleplay blog partnered with itwasveryevil. No follow backs.

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itwasveryevil:

praedicitmortem reblogged your post hi, yes, i miss you that is all. and added:

i miss you too.

got you drafted now, holidays and family death are just kicking my ass a bit.  *snuggles*

/snuggles, i'm sorry to hear about your loss. i know the holidays can be stressful but stay strong bb. <3 i'll be here when you come back. take care and if i don't talk to you merry christmas!

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stormbornvalkyrie:

  True Irish Ghost Stories - Banshees

The Banshee’s method of foretelling death in olden times differed from that adopted by her at the present day: now she wails and wrings her hands, as a general rule, but in the old Irish tales she is to be found washing human heads and limbs, or bloodstained clothes, till the water is all dyed with human blood—this would take place before a battle. So it would seem that in the course of centuries her attributes and characteristics have changed somewhat.

 Very different descriptions are given of her personal appearance. Sometimes she is young and beautiful, sometimes old and of a fearsome appearance. One writer describes her as “a tall, thin woman with uncovered head, and long hair that floated round her shoulders, attired in something which seemed either a loose white cloak, or a sheet thrown hastily around her, uttering piercing cries.” Another person, a coachman, saw her one evening sitting on a stile in the yard; she seemed to be a very small woman, with blue eyes, long light hair, and wearing a red cloak. x

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mythology-creatures:

Banshee: in Celtic mythology, the Banshee - from Irish meaning “the woman of the Sidhe” or fairy world - is a female messenger spirit and an omen of death. A Banshee is generally dressed in white or grey robes. She may be combing her long, fair hair with a silver comb or washing the blood stains from the clothes of a person about to die. She announces her presence with a wailing cry so piercing that it can shatter glass.

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ӄίllєяs αlωαγs нαvє ӄίllєяs oи тнєίя тяαcӄ

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itwasveryevil:

Stiles looked at her, locked gazes with her, making sure she knew he meant what he was about to say.   “Then you gravely underestimate the way I feel about you,” he assured her quietly.  ”Because Lydia?  There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.  And my greatest failure, clearly, is not assuring that you knew that.”  

And god, he really had failed her, hadn’t he?  His expression softened, his gaze fell to the ground in shame.

Viridian hues shifted to lock upon the amber flecked ones that were now staring back at her. As the words slipped through the brief period of silence that had befallen them the nogitsune realized just how easy it would be to manipulate Stilinski in this body. Why hadn't this thought came to mind all those years ago? It didn't matter. What did was that the detective was all too willing to shed a little blood with his beloved out of guilt and that would certainly play right into the plan laid out a few months before. 

With Stiles' head now bowed in what appeared to be shame a simper was able to claim the redhead's lips and though it went unseen she was flooded with satisfaction at the sight. Taking a few steps towards him delicate fingers swept through his short crop of hair as soft lips brushed against his temple. "The prove that to me Stiles. Help me."

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itwasveryevil:

hi, yes, i miss you that is all.

i miss you too. 

[cuppachar]

VID REC ● Stiles & Lydia | Bloodsport Natalie Sweet

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ӄίllєяs αlωαγs нαvє ӄίllєяs oи тнєίя тяαcӄ

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itwasveryevil:

Stiles listened to her, and it killed him to hear her talk like this.  She’d been a beacon of hope before, a Banshee who was a herald of death but a source of comfort.  She’d been so bright, so alive, and now…  

He took a step back away from her, nodding a bit as he listened, thinking it all over.  And then he reached for his badge, moving towards her kitchen counter where he set the metal down.  Then he reached for his gun, turning aside to make sure it wasn’t loaded—making sure she saw him clear the round, Stiles catching the bullet as it hopped from the chamber.  He sat the firearm down beside his badge and turned to look at her again.  

He made sure he held her gaze as he reached up to loosen his tie, taking it off and setting it beside the weapon too.  

Arms out casually in surrender and to show her that he was still himself, he told her quietly, “Here I am, Lyds.  Just me.  We’re talking like we used to, like when we were kids.  The Banshee and the broken boy the demons liked to wear, and you fucking listen to me when I tell you right here and now that I’m not here to fix you.  You’ve never needed me to fix you.  It’s one of the first things that made me fall for you, Lydia.  Don’t you get that?  I’m here because I do still love you, despite what you’re doing.  And honestly?  Brace yourself, because I’ve never told anyone this, not even Scott, but all those times I was manipulated and used by monsters to hurt and kill others?  I enjoyed it.  So don’t think for a second that I don’t know exactly what it feels like for you.  I focused so much on the badge to ignore my own desire to explore it.  I was afraid I was going to hurt you.”

A brow lofted with curiosity as he pulled away, stepping back to cross the room. Long strides took Stiles towards the kitchen counter and she watched him closely, taking note of each and every step he made. With his back now towards her she could easily smirk with pride, her previous words having gotten to him just as she had planned and now he was all but relinquishing his morality...for her. 

His love for this particular redhead would be his undoing. Of course he just didn't know that yet. 

The smirk that had held plush lips quickly faded as the man turned on his heel and the banshee's visage shifted back to the facade that he's witnessed only minutes ago. He was making a mistake, and his admittance only cemented that fact. The nogitsune bristled beneath the comely surface of the woman he was wearing and a ripple of pride flowed through him. The truth had been revealed and for all the times that the Stilinski boy had protested his misdeeds now he was admitting to actually relishing in the sensations of having blood on his hands. Perhaps this plan was going to work out better than expected. 

Emerald hues widened ever so slightly as though Lydia couldn't believe what she was hearing and it was hard to hide just how pleased the being within was but he's been inside her for so long that manipulating her took little to no effort at all. Clearing her throat she took a step towards the male, arms winding loosely around her middle as she paused a few feet away from him. "What are you saying Stiles? That you want to throw everything away and go on some murderous Bonnie and Clyde rampage with me? I really don't believe that you're willing to throw everything away just so you can be by my side."

[sorceresscirce]

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do you remember the fox and the raven verse we had? what ever happened to that? if you're up for it we could do something with that verse too. 

[millerskaya]

You knew it. You felt it.

[stydia-daily]

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ӄίllєяs αlωαγs нαvє ӄίllєяs oи тнєίя тяαcӄ

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itwasveryevil:

"I know it was more than that, I don’t…I know I’m not that important to you, okay?  But there’s always a final nail hammered into that coffin, and I can’t help feeling like my assholeness was what pushed you over the edge.  We both know I was a dick about…well, everything," Stiles offered, sighing quietly.  

"Lydia, listen to me," he told her, brushing his thumb against the corner of her mouth gently as his other hand reached for one of hers.  "It’s never too late, okay?  We can find a way to fix this.  We can find a way to help you."  

It’s all he’d ever wanted to do for her, of course, but deciding he wasn’t the best for her had been the beginning of the end.  Putting his attention more in his job than her would always be his biggest regret.  ”I still…I love you.  You have to know that.  I love you, and I always will.  And there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”  

He couldn't have been that naive about things. Even after several years a part he still thought he meant nothing to her when in actually from the moment she had first got to know him Stiles had been one of the most important people in her life but he'd never believe that no matter how many times she told him. "You know that's not true, and if you honestly believe that you meant nothing to be then there's no reason for you to be here now."

Lydia exhaled in frustration, she was still upset but the gentle touch of his hand was somehow calming and it almost made her forget why she was angry. "You were a dick—I never understood why you fought so hard to have me then you just tossed me aside in the end because you found something you cared about more. I guess that's still true and now you have a fancy gold shield to prove that."

With another shake of her head she turned away from him, his hand falling away from her cheek with the movement. She was ready to say something else, the words teetering on the edges of her lips but when he spoke of his feelings the fell away. "—Stiles you can't fix this, you can't bring back the people I killed and even if I can...I won't. How are you going to help me? There is blood all over my hands and your love can't wash that away." There was a slight pause before she continued, "I have never loved anyone the way that I love you and I don't think I'll ever feel that way again with anyone else. You can't just come back into my life after six years because you want to fix the broken girl like you did when we were younger."

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ӄίllєяs αlωαγs нαvє ӄίllєяs oи тнєίя тяαcӄ

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He sighed quietly, leaning forward, pressing his forehead gently against hers as he closed his eyes.  He knew why.  He’d known why since he’d realized it was her.  They’d been so broken so young, had so damn much taken from them when they’d only been kids, and in the end when he should have been her anchor, should have been a steady support for her, he’d walked away.  

Because things had ended between them when Stiles had decided he was better at his job than he was at being what she needed.  Things had ended when he’d foolishly decided he understood what she really deserved.  

When he’d made that choice for her.  

"What if I asked you to stop?" he asked her quietly, bringing one of his hands up to gently rest on her face, thumb stroking against her cheek gently.  "This is my fault," he told her, pulling back and opening his eyes to look at her.  "I hurt you.  I thought I was…but I hurt you, and that was not okay, and I don’t even know how to begin to make it right…”

The warmth of his skin pressed to her own and the gesture alone brought back so many memories. Images of a life that had long since passed. Things were different now, they were different and there was no way that they'd ever be able to go back to the way things were. Lydia knew that and perhaps that was why now she was a little more guarded about her emotions. It took a lot to make her crack and over the years she'd become so strong that even the mere thought of being the girl she once was made her inwardly cringe. She'd been through so much and it was due to those things that she'd become the person she was now.

Not that she was always proud of that person. 

When Stiles finally spoke after what seemed like an endless period of silence her jade hues lifted to lock onto the amber ones looking back at her. His words were clearly meant to be soothing but they only served to anger her. Did he really believe that it was his fault that she'd traveled down her current path? Her head shook as she brushed off his words almost as though then meant nothing to her when in reality they meant so much more than she was willing to admit. "You think this is your fault? A broken heart didn't make me a killer Stiles, it was more than that. I don't know if I can stop, in fact I'm not even sure that I want to."

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itwasveryevil:

cool, cool, i’ll do the same!  i’m gonna crash now cuz i’m not feeling great, but i’ll be on tomorrow.  tracking this url tag now as well as nervesarewracked in case habits die hard and you accidentally type it xD

alright! aw, i hope you feel better soon. sounds like a plan. i'm gonna knock out some replies hopefully you'll have one waiting for you in the morning. ha, i think i'll remember but just in case it couldn't hurt. i'll talk to you more tomorrow. night <3

[monvillanelle]

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"Is something wrong?"

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[wolfstilinski21]

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 always behind you, always here for you, always together Lydia