#askthewolfpack

[neverwholelahey]

ツ - favorite eye colours?

ALL OF THEM!

[neverwholelahey]

(≧▽≦) — You give me feelings c:

asähdälkhdgälhsg THAT IS MUTUAL!

[neverwholelahey]

NOW DO ME! *Shoves url at you*

snorts. Well, hi there. 

Okay, so I have been rping for a while now, and as I gained followers I noted this blog following me, when it was still ask-the-wolf-pack and I didn't think much of it. Sure I checked the blog out and then went back to my replies. As I always do. Then as I gained rp partners I kept seeing them on my dash from time to time. I also noticed the url change. Which took forever for me to realize it was the same blog. And I read some threads and then this mun showed up in my inbox.

We ended up plotting, and hi I got the demon!stiles thread I was craving at the time. I just LOVE IT! Because one, it's angst, two, it's fucking amazing, three, I love angst, four, it's this awesome Stiles that has used words that hit home with Isaac. And I just. flail and have feels. I LOVE IT I LOVE IT A LOT! and and and. Uh, well the mun is a cutie pie, one of the most adorable pups I've met so far. 

No, you can't convince me otherwise pup. You are adorable. 

And, uh, they have several characters, and they're good at all of them. So if you have a plot and want something fun and good, go follow them and plot with them. 

Uhm, and this got out of hand. Ehm. I'm sorry, I just love our plot and the thread. clings. 

[twinlinski]

►►3 Broke Your Technology

"Nobodies home, please don't leave a message at the sound of the insanely annoying tone and I'll get back to you a quarter to never."

[stilesetumbrasumus]

The marks upon your skin || ask-the-wolf-pack (howlinghallowseve)

     The feeling of concrete shredding the skin of an already injured leg brought what could only be described as a whine out of Stiles. Why was it always him? 

      A horrible wracking cough brought him out of his little contemplation as blood splattered the pavement in front of him. His too-heavy eyelids fluttered closed and then he forced them open, hand reaching for his phone that was finally just within his grasp.

      He didn't check the number as he flipped the phone open and hit contacts. His breath shuddered through his body, as he heard the click of someone picking up. "Help," he gasped out into the receiver. "Help me." Sure, an ambulance would've been way more logical, but that would involve them calling his dad and explaining this to him was something Stiles was anxious to avoid. 

[imcoachfinstockbutcallmecup-blog]

★ As Bilinski ;D

You confuse the shit out me, kiddo

How can you win a goddamn game practically single-handedly even though you flail around like a mindless monkey all of the time?

And how the fuck do you even pronounce that name

Jesus Christ

[slippingintoacomabored-blog]

♔ askthewolfspack

     She's walking down the school's hallway and she hears him -- his never ending stories that involves danger and her getting hurt, plus numerous questions about her and Aiden and they're all starting to really annoy the heck out of her.

     And suddenly she stops walking and turns around to face Stiles, a deadpan expression on her face. "Stiles." Her tone's gone into a serious one, and she might end up hurting his feelings, and he may not know it but he's hurting hers too. "Can you please stop bothering me? I've had enough of your dangerous werewolf-y stories. I'm with Aiden, and I can handle myself. Just stop bothering me because it's getting annoying."

[neverwholelahey]

Sticks and Stones || askthewolfspack

He was, as usual having trouble with his chemistry homework, and Stiles had promised him to help with the homework. Which meant, that he was currently headed over to the Stilinski house. He really hoped that his friend would be able to help him with his homework. Isaac had always hated mr. Harris as their chemistry teacher, and he obviously hate both Stiles and Isaac, something that really wasn't fair since neither of them had done anything wrong. He was walking to the human's house and once he reached it. He knocked on the door and stood there waiting. He was rocking back and forth on the heels of his feet. He had his bag slung over his shoulder, and he was playing with the strap as he waited for Stiles to open the door. After a while he hit the doorbell and hope that'd get him to open it faster.