what is the general consensus on the exploration of sensitive topics including mental illness in rp on 21+ blogs? is that allowed, or a no-no? asking for a friend.

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what is the general consensus on the exploration of sensitive topics including mental illness in rp on 21+ blogs? is that allowed, or a no-no? asking for a friend.
i think the creators of teen wolf, especially the "newer" writers who joined a little over halfway through the series, ruined some of the original characters including lydia and malia.
they made malia hyperaggressive and "not like those girls" and "one of the guys" while also sexually throwing her at anyone and everyone just because stalia didn't work out. why did she need a sex interest? why couldn't she explore her own feelings and finding out who she was after so many years of living in the body of a coyote? malia coming back to herself and rediscovering likes and dislikes?
they reduced her to this hyper-aggressive caricature that screamed "i'm not like other girls," but then gave her no actual depth. it’s insulting because her backstory begged for nuanced storytelling! she was a literal coyote for years. she could have had such a beautiful arc of rediscovering humanity—learning to communicate her emotions, finding out what it’s like to have friends and family again, discovering little things like favorite foods or hobbies. instead, they tossed her into random hookups, like her only worth was being a "spicy love interest." it’s like the writers went, “oops, we don’t know what to do with her unless she’s someone’s girlfriend.”
imagine if they’d focused on malia’s journey to define herself as a person. the humor, the heart, the awkwardness—it could’ve been chef’s kiss. but nope, we got “quirky tomboy who punches things and is perpetually horny.” groundbreaking. 🙄
they gave malia one season where she was starting to blossom, and then just shoved her into this cookie-cutter mold of "angry girl who’s either punching something or making out with someone." like, what even? they started her off with so much potential in season 4—her trying to navigate being human again, struggling in school, building friendships, and even her sweet, awkward relationship with stiles (before it all fell apart). that season actually gave her room to breathe and figure out who she was.
but after that? it was like the writers said, “oh, we’ve done enough with this whole ‘growth’ thing. let’s just turn her into a walking testosterone factory with a side of sex appeal.” they completely erased any emotional depth she was developing and made her so one-note. if she wasn’t in a fight or breaking someone’s bones, she was in bed with another random hookup. it’s like they didn’t know what to do with a strong female character unless she was either angry or sexualized. gross.
and the way they handled her aggression? it didn’t even feel organic—it felt reactionary. like, “oh, stalia didn’t work? let’s make her the ex who can’t handle her feelings and lashes out because she’s soooo angry all the time.” but that’s not who malia was. she wasn’t a petty, rage-filled stereotype. she was awkward, funny, and trying to figure out how to be a person after spending most of her life as an animal. they could’ve leaned into her struggles with trust, identity, or self-expression. but nope, they just cranked up the aggression to 11 and called it a day. lazy writing at its finest.
season 4 should have been just the start of her journey, not the peak. imagine her continuing to find her humanity: reconnecting with her roots, learning to navigate emotions and relationships without being thrown at love interests. she could have had real, meaningful growth instead of being reduced to a punchline or a plot device. it’s such a missed opportunity.
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"if i concentrate, i can be pretty strong." -malia, 3x20
open to: mutuals, non mutuals, m / f / nonbinary / trans / anyone. context: malia is in group therapy at eichen house.
malia sat at the edge of her chair, her fingers curling around the rough seams of her jeans. the room smelled faintly of disinfectant and stale coffee, and the fluorescent lights buzzed faintly overhead. she could feel the other patients’ eyes on her, waiting, but she kept her gaze locked on the floor, her jaw tightening.
“fine,” she said finally, her voice flat and guarded. “you want me to talk about guilt? let’s talk about guilt.”
her words were sharp, but there was a tremor beneath them. she shifted uncomfortably, her foot tapping anxiously against the linoleum. “it was my fault. all of it. the crash, my mom, my sister. if i hadn’t...” she trailed off, biting the inside of her cheek.
no, she couldn’t tell them that part. not here, not in this place where too many people already looked at her like she was broken. they didn’t need to know what she was. they wouldn’t understand.
she cleared her throat, her hands clenching into fists. “i was ten. we were driving home late at night. i don’t even remember why we were out so late. i just remember sitting in the back seat, my mom arguing with me about something stupid, my sister whining about it being cold. and i just... snapped.”
her voice cracked slightly, but she swallowed it down, pushing on. “i was angry, and i couldn’t hold it in. it felt like something was... breaking inside me. i told my mom something was wrong, but she didn’t believe me. she thought i was being dramatic.”
malia’s nails dug into her palms as her breathing grew shallow. “and then i blacked out. when i came to, the car was upside down. there was glass everywhere, and everything smelled like blood and smoke. i remember screaming for them, but it was already too late. they were gone.”
her voice trembled, and she shook her head, trying to push back the tears stinging her eyes. “i don’t know what happened. maybe i did something. maybe i didn’t. but they’re gone, and it’s my fault. i should’ve been able to stop it. i should’ve done something. instead, i...”
she stopped, her breath hitching, and dragged her sleeve across her face, clearing away the tears that had escaped. she glanced around the circle, her gaze hardening, daring someone to press her for more. “they keep saying it wasn’t my fault. that i was just a kid. but they weren’t there. they didn’t see what i saw.”
her voice dropped to a whisper. “i see it every time i close my eyes.”
she leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms tightly over her chest as if to hold herself together. “so, yeah. that’s what guilt feels like. like it’s eating you alive. and no matter what anyone says, you know it’ll never go away.”
her lips pressed into a thin line, and she stared down at the floor again, her walls snapping back into place. “that’s it. that’s all i’ve got. can we move on now?”
wow, i came back to a ghost town.
but if anyone wants to rp in discord, i'm down... and i would like to rp my ocs, too. i wasn't ready to let go of them, but i had to take down my main multi for my safety after a former partner i had a falling out with decided to cross legal and ethical lines to cause me personal harm irl.
okay but i need mama mccall and malia having a heart to heart about guilt. like in mid season 4 before she knew the desert wolf was a thing. </3
✧ —𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐒
[ send +reverse for the roles to be swapped, when applicable ]
🌲: for our muses to go out and buy/cut down a Christmas tree
🎄: for our muses to decorate a Christmas tree together
🎁: for my muse to receive a gift from your muse
🛒: for our muses to go holiday shopping together
⛸️: for our muses to go out ice skating together
🔔: for our muses to deck the halls
🎵: for our muses to go caroling
🎅: for our muses to write letters to Santa Claus
✒️: for my muse to write a holiday letter to your muse
☕: for my muse to offer your muse a cup of hot chocolate
📺: for our muses to watch a holiday movie together
🥂: for my muse to offer yours some spiked eggnog (or other alcoholic beverage)
🍪: for our muses to bake holiday cookies together
🍽️: for our muses to cook/eat a holiday meal together
🌟: for our muses to wish upon a shooting star
❄️: for our muses to get stuck inside during a snow storm
⛄: for our muses to build a snowman together
🎀: for my muse to help your muse wrap gifts
⚡: for our muses to lose power in the middle of a snow storm
💋: for our muses to share a kiss under the mistletoe
🛷: for our muses to go on a sleigh ride
🔥: for our muses to cozy up in front of the fireplace
🧣: for my muse to give yours their scarf/jacket to keep warm
i'm also hiding out on this account after having to delete my multi for personal safety due to a cyber stalker, so... don't out me to my abuser please.
hey everyone, it's been a long time but i miss malia and things have happened in my life that made me think coming back to her might help me heal. i can identify with her even more lately, so if anyone wants to get things started, here i am. <3
malia is always going to be angry about the night of the tate car crash. even when she knows and processes that it wasn't her fault, she HATES corinne for what she did. it ruined her life. it changed her. it always bleeds into her dreams every one in a full blue moon...
the images of swerving off the road, the loss of control of the wheel, the tumble into the ravine, the blood-covered baby doll and evelyn's lifeless hand out the window. scratches all over her mother and sister. the overturned car. tree branches. the moon blinding her. the monstrous sound of a girl's voice distorting into an animal's howl. the color red. the shattered windshield. the agony of knowing they'll never wake up. they're gone. the sickening guilt that trapped her in coyote form and ATE HER ALIVE once she finally changed back into a g i r l.
sometimes, she still has dark fantasies about baring her teeth and ripping corinne apart with her claws. it doesn't matter if corinne rots forever in eichen and karma took care of her. it won't reverse the years of trauma and guilt malia had to live with in solitude. the life she missed out on. it won't bring her mom and sister back.
malia will never be able to forget.
and she will always be ANGRY.
𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐞? 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐑𝐔𝐍 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐞? 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠? 𝐰 𝐡 𝐚 𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐲 𝐨 𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 ?
¿ǝɯ ɟo pǝɹɐɔs noʎ ʇ,uǝɹɐ ʎɥʍ
𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒅𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆? ¿𝓸ƃ ǝʍ 𝓸𝓹 ǝɹǝɥʍ '𝓭ǝǝ𝓵𝓼ɐ 𝓵𝓵ɐɟ 𝓵𝓵ɐ ǝʍ 𝓾ǝɥʍ
canon divergent, movie non-compliant malia tate since 2014. written by pompeia.
malia week: day seven → werecoyote malia (free choice)
I know you think you’re trying to protect me, but I can handle it.
let me just say.... what the fuck. i loved the movie but ... movie!malia isn’t canon. she doesn’t exist. k??? we’re not claiming whoever that was.