#caoinxbas

[invisiblechimera]

        ❛  spiders––  i   saw  spiders.  ❜   ⦗  @caoinxbas ⦙  for an episode starter ⦘ 

[nctasidekick-blog]

+1

@caoinxbas

“What the hell is going on?”

[inundantem]

“big sister,” she teased. “you should be nice to me. i have been so wonderful to you for every day of your life. and now you can’t do one little thing for me.”

                                    [ @caoinxbas​  / starter  ]

[coffeeenthusedmuses-archive-blog]

@caoinxbas gets a starter just cuz?

“Lydia you’re stronger than that... you’re stronger than all of them.    I believe in you. Okay?” 

[silver-argents]

@caoinxbas liked the starter call!

“Okay.. Let’s go through what you heard again.” The two girls were laying across Lydia’s bed, and Allison got up to grab her notebook. She was not above taking notes if it helped them to get everything straightened out. 

“It’s bound to give us a couple clues. We’ll sort this out, I promise.” Allison could practically feel the concern radiating off of Lydia, and she hated how these otherworldly whispers affected her friend. Not that the huntress couldn’t see why, the visions always sounded disorienting and creepy, and it’s not like they ever gave Lydia good news. Still, she’d always try to reassure her.

[goingtosave]

@caoinxbas;;

“Hey, Lydia, I hate to ask, but...do you know if Stiles took my green shirt?” Hey, there’s a chance she saw him pack it or something, right?

[ghostlyxserenade]

The house was awake with shadows and monsters.

Mad doctor,  diabolic Valack and his medieval tools of trade. Another innocent soul, tortured in the name of delusive ‘science,  dying in pain after vain and endless trephinations. Buzzing metallic sound tearing inside of the skull, getting louder and louder, decibel by decibel. Costance couldn’t hide, drown out the noise, it came from all over, vibrating through old stone walls, drill mercilessly ringing in her ears.  She was next, she felt it, the threat hanging over her, heavy and suffocating. Lying on the deathbed, drug induced catatonia, powerless to wail, blood hungry weakened by her undead heritage. Not a banshee, neither a vampire - something uncertain. Cursed by unquenchable thirst for blood, death creeping behind her back, ghosts singing in her ears and spectral shadows dancing in the corner of the eye. Heavy door opened with a metallic creak, footsteps filled hospital room, prison. Did they come to take her? Drill a hole in her head, let the demons inside or unleash them?

[blameshimself-blog]

@caoinxbas liked for an after-episode starter

    “Lyds... I got into the internship program for the FBI.”