#alwayscodependent

[stilesstylelinski]

@alwayscodependent​ liked for a starter;

“Remind me again why I’m not allowed to sleep...because I’m starting to feel just a tad homicidal.”

[sundownings-moved]

@alwayscodependent​ .

alice hadn’t been back in mystic falls in years, part of making sure that no one realized she hadn’t aged since she’d been bitten. besides, the town was soaked in bad memories, good ones too, but she’d shut all those out the moment she’d flipped the switch.

before, she’d done his bidding, anything he wanted from her, she was at his beck and call. her mind constantly aching, knowing what she was doing was wrong but having no way to say no.

now, when she’d turned her humanity off all that was gone. she was free of it, and free of the pesky emotions which had always had such power over her, even before they’d been amplified.

when she heard he’d returned, she wanted nothing to do with the monster, nothing to do with the man who’d ruined her life and taken away her agency. but then she realized, she would be more than happy with seeing him burn. she knew she’d have to go back to mystic falls soon but not before she made a pit stop in oregon. she looked up at the grand house with the wrap around porch. it was beautiful, if a massacre was in any way beautiful. 

it was only when she realized she was looking at the house and not at an empty lot when she’d heard it was cloaked, that she realized she was not alone. so she paused, tuning out the sound of the trees rustling in the wind and listening for one singular thing, a heartbeat. “i know you’re there, i’ll give you this chance to come out on your own or i will find you and that won’t be pretty.”

[lordofthestrix]

talk about your muse’s most prized possession(s).

character headcanons, 

Also asked by @anditsxsorrows

I'm glad the plural is there because even with his astronomically high-standards, Tristan manages to have more collections of valuable objects than pairs of socks (And he doesn't have a shortage of socks) Almost all of his favorites are gifts. And how cherished they are to him is dependent on the giver. Summarizing it to the three highest levels of appreciation:

 Everything and anything his sister ever gifted him: From grand, impossible gestures to the smallest, most casual of details. If Aurora gave it to him and time hasn't conquered it, then Tristan has definitely kept it and he knows exactly where it is. This collection is not only his most prized one but also an incredible source of frustration and annoyance because, hard as he tried time and time again, he has never been able to rediscover any of the small treasures she gave him while they were human.

Everything and anything the vampires he turned himself ever gifted him: This is related to other headcanons involving Tristan showing a surprisingly high predilection to offer everything in his power to be the best sire he can. He is astonishingly elitist about giving his blood to transform someone so there are not many of them but when he does find one, he quickly grows an unbreakable sense of pride in them. From mementos from the era they met, to trinkets of their  exploits and correspondence. All of those have a special kind of value to him.

Chosen items coming from members of the Strix and the Sisters: Regardless of if it was given as a genuine gesture or a transparent way to earn his favor. The weapons the warriors among the Strix wielded in life. The last living work of the artists among them. Unique magical artifacts of their own creation he is given for his birthday. A varied assortment of talents, history and memories. Unlike the other two collections, personal enough to keep for his eyes only, Tristan is more willing to share this one and very humbly (obviously) endlessly flex about it.

[seesgood]

it’s late --- the kitchen barely lit --- by the time she sets two steaming mugs of hot cocoa ( complete with mini marshmallows ) on the island counter. her fingers wrap around hers, posture leaning forward as she studies josie. there’s so much of her --- too much, maybe --- that she recognizes agonizingly well. this is one of them.  ❝ you know i’m gonna tell you something that i needed to hear when i was your age, and you’re probably gonna roll your eyes because it’s not at all the same but --- listen. ❞  she exhales, offering a small smile to the brunette.  ❝ you don’t have to be okay with everyone putting you second. you don’t have to put on a smile because it’s easier for lizzie if you’re not the center of attention, or for hope because she deserves to get landon over you. and you don’t have to pretend that you’re fine, because everyone else is happy. ❞  her eyebrows lift, studying her daughter’s face for a moment.  ❝ it’s allowed to hurt, josie. you’re allowed to feel it. ❞          /          @alwayscodependent​ ! 

[abrokenwitch]

@alwayscodependent​

It had been some hectic weeks to be honest. Well maybe even months with Dark Josie and her forcing the merge on Lizzie on their seventeenth birthday. The twins hadn’t really talked with everything that had happened. Somehow thanks to her fake funeral people just saw more the good in the blonde and not the bad. They haven’t even slept in the same room for some weeks now. Lizzie let Josie have their room while the blonde was sleeping in Hope her room. The teen was walking to her and Josie’s room since she just needed to get some more clean clothes. Opening the door and walked inside as she spotted Josie.

“Oh, I will come back later.“ 

The siphoner said of course she hated how they acted around one another. She missed how they were. They used to be so close, telling each other everything. And now. 

[criedwxlfarch]

@alwayscodependent​ / liked.

     thankfully foxes, or whatever the hell his species was called  (  seriously, how could there not be any information at all about what he turned into at least once a week?  )  didn't follow the lunar cycle. it wasn't as obvious whenever he disappeared. although it didn't follow much of a schedule at all, not that he or professor saltzman could figure out. which.. sometimes that just made it worse  ---  his skin starting to get too tight, too itchy, forcing him to abruptly leave whatever he had been doing if he wasn't paying close enough attention to feel the build up. for the most part, though, his disappearances went unnoticed. well. normally. eyes snap up from glaring at his shirt, the small rip near his hip from not getting it off fast enough when he went to shift, frown appearing as he takes in the brunette. what was josie doing out this far in the woods?   "uh, hi?"   had she seen something? shit, had she seen him? feet shuffle slightly as he brushes a bit of dirt off of his hands, clearing his throat as he glances around.   "bit far for a walk, isn't it?"   right, because that wasn't suspicious.

[storytaylor]

@alwayscodependent lemme love u

[seesgood]

At this rate, it was starting to feel like any time she left, everything here went to shit. And evidently, she’d have to have a talk with Ric about what ‘We’ve got it under control’ meant. Because this? This was not under control. The last time she’d swept in to see her girls, it had been to save Lizzie from another episode. Now she was here to save Josie from...herself? The witch equivalent of a humanity switch? Whatever the logistics were, she’d figure it out. It wasn’t hard to track her down. Unlike Josie-Josie, this version of her daughter had no interest in staying in the shadows. Josie had always had a way of making herself smaller --- more easy to digest, easier to fit in, easier to disappear when Lizzie needed extra attention. The girl before her was...the opposite.  ❝ Well I guess Lizzie wasn’t exaggerating, ❞  When she spoke, a slight hush went through the room, eyes darting to her with a mixture of relief and apprehension before they flicked back to Josie. And Hope, who wasn’t far off.  ❝ For once. ❞ Stepping closer, her gaze took in the changes to her daughter, lip pulling into a frown.  ❝ How about you and I have a chat? Alone, preferably. ❞          /          @alwayscodependent​   +   dark!josie !