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@stuliinski
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&coachfinstxck.
@stuliinski
he might be dead. might be sleeping. ————might be UNCONSCIOUS.
❝ uh, coach? ❞ no, stuart is not going to touch him ; dead or not.
&ofparasomnias.
There have been enough issues, enough trauma to last a lifetime and yet Stiles is adding to the troubles. The lingering pieces of the fox bubbling up and boiling out at the worst possible times. And he’s WARNED Stuart about this. When it was at all possible to utter the words despite a heavy tongue. But that wasn’t the reason entirely here — even if Stiles is the one that makes his twin jump out of his own skin more often than not. Hands are kept to himself as Stuart had instructed. Had practically had Stiles’ heart wanting to break with the way it sounded. But there is respect because he understands. Has gone through his own process of trying to be alright after captivity and chaos. Both different circumstances but Stiles got it.
“No one is here but me.” he lets out softly, easing his way down to sit in front of his brother. Ears have already been listening, straining to make sure after Stiles had run through an initial sweep of the house. He always does this when pops is working a late shift, but it’s done more frequently now for Stuart’s sake.
“You’re safe here, okay? I’m not going to let anyone hurt you.”
there’s a crippling tenseness in the whole of stuart’s body as he watches stiles move -waits for him to stop - and while eyes are still not looking stiles in the face, hazel orbs watch stiles movements anyways. nothing, in the way stiles held himself, made stuart believe he was a threat. the explanations he’d gotten from stiles, while understood correctly, brought stuart no discomfort, if only helped with the understanding that, maybe, stiles understood his behavior. even if part of stuart believed stiles would never truly understand him or what he, himself, had been through
none of this stops stuart from taking comfort in the fact that, while his friends might’ve been gone, he still had his brother with him, no matter how hard it was to believe his words at times. like now, the way stiles words roll off his tongue like it was such easy information to process. but it wasn’t. not for stuart, at least.
and maybe it’s all obvious with the way he held himself - the way he bites his fingers, or the way his leg just wont stop bouncing with anxiety. he knows from experience, that while he might look crazy to others, stiles didn’t – wouldn’t – judge him, no matter how odd his actions were. and right now, his actions were pretty normal. at least in his situation they were.
his movement is jerky - a shaking hand reaching up to scratch just behind his ear, and yeah, okay, it might be obvious he hadn’t taken any of his anxiety meds. he didn’t think it mattered all that much, though.
❝ a-are you s-sure? ❞ he pauses, though - almost feels bad about questioning his brother at all. but he just gives a shaky nod in the end. ❝ o-okay… ❞
“ HOPE is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without the words and never stops at all. ” independent & selective castiel. written by remmy.
i used to believe in monsters; but the only monster here is me.
IMPORTANT!
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I have a massive favor to ask all of you. Please take just two minutes out of your busy days to do this. I’m asking for honesty, and for your empathy.
If you have ever, in your entire roleplaying career, been intimidated to go up to someone to ask for a roleplay, please like or reblog this post. If you have ever considered giving up roleplaying because you felt like a bother to people, or like you were being ignored, please like or reblog this post. If you have ever thought your roleplaying wasn’t good enough, or compared your rping to someone else’s and felt you weren’t as good as them, please like or reblog this post.
It’s just one click. One moment of honesty. And it could possibly prove a very big point to someone incredibly special to me that I don’t want to lose.
I’d be even more honored if you could share some words of encouragement about your struggles with roleplay, to let them know they’re not alone.
Thank you.
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i used to believe in monsters; but the only monster here is me.
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Just because someone plays a villain doesn’t mean you should hate the mun behind the muse.
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“Well the first thing I need you to do is to calm down. You’ve no reason to act so hectic about it. I’m not sure your ability has an effect on me either. But – I don’t think we should test the water if you want my help. So – tell me about your gift. When did you receive it?”
❝ don’t. don’t tell me to calm down until you’ve had to deal with what I have ! a-and I’ve had this since i was born. I killed the fucking nurse that was just supposed to clean me up. so, yeah, i-i’ve just about had enough of it. ❞
&hisevolution.
@stuliinski
Derek rose an eyebrow as he looked over at Stuart. He then followed that by one, very long, sigh. “Stuart. You can’t avoid me for the rest of our lives. We are together now and it’s not like we’ve not nearly slipped up before.” He told him with a shrug. “Plus I’m much faster than you. I will catch you.”
❝ that’s not the point !! ❞
his voice is raised louder than he means ; voice cracking. it’s hard. dating someone who didn’t UNDERSTAND what he was going through. every moment of every day, stuart was burdened with a curse that could kill anyone in an instant, and it hurt when derek forgot how hard it was for stuart when they almost slipped up. when they almost touched.
what was worse, was that each time it happened, it was closer than the last.
back turned, stuart leans on the counter, and he can feel the tears glazing over his eyes. but he holds them back. he didn’t need to cry. not now. not ever. or at least not in front of derek. ❝ every time. ❞ his voice is barely above a whisper, but he knows derek can hear him. ❝ i can’t do this, when every time is closer than the last. i can’t. ❞ a pause, before… ❝ i don’t want to be the reason you DIE, derek. ❞
&andimrobin.
☾. @stuliinski
“i don’t leave my room. i’m safe within my room.”
❝ i’m not trying to judge you, dude. i don’t think it’s a secret i do the same thing. but this isn’t you. the stiles i know and ❞ begrudgingly ❝ look up to doesn’t hole up in his room HIDING. he’s a s t u b b o r n hardass that keeps trying no matter what. ❞ it’s what i love about you… ❝ what the hell happened to you? ❞
&geminadesolatum.
@stuliinski
“That’s not very nice – “
❝ you seriously think I care? ❞
’Have you two been time traveling?’
credit.♥