#hismomchoseit

[codexargentum]

Read Makes Three here.

[ecfligo]

        @hismomchoseit

            Of all the things he could wind up squaring off against with one of the only humans in Beacon Hills, it had to go and be something that liked to pick it's teeth with bones. Granted he didn't expect the Sheriff to be showing up in -- what was this? Industrial district of some sort? -- well in this less than friendly little spot a few miles outside of Beacon Hills. After all, he'd promised to keep his head down and stay out of everyone's line of sight, for Stiles' sake, which meant pretty much doing the same thing he did almost every night; going out, killing bad things ( sometimes bad people ).

          It was going alright until he was distracted by the sound of wheels and glanced away to see a police car pull up with the Sheriff stepping out. In the split second he looked away the monster sprang from wherever it was hiding and all but launched Jesse through the nearest window, slamming into the pavement somewhere off in the dark --- which allowed for the thing ( If Jesse had his guess, some kind of Rugaru-Wendigo hybrid, or a freakish cousin ) to turn it's focus on John.

[lionxlilyxevans]

Lily wasn’t sure what the hell she’d gotten herself into here. What she’d expected was to find a nice, quiet town in the States where Death Eaters wouldn’t be able to find her because nothing extraordinary ever happened to catch an outsider’s attention. What she’d been drawn to instead was chaos.

She expected some degree of it while working toward becoming the detective for the Beacon Hills Police Department, but this was just crazy. From what she could tell, the mortality rate of the teenagers in this town was deplorable. She was wading through the mountain of unsolved deaths, spending her entire morning staring at the files of victims who all seemed to have died from direct injection of mercury. Was this some sort of weird drug trend now? A direct result of overdosing, perhaps? For some reason, she doubted it.

She finally got up and headed to the Sheriff’s office, knocking quickly on his door frame. “Sorry to interrupt, sir,” she said as she looked up from the case files she held. “I was just wondering if we had further access to the medical records or autopsy results of these mercury poisonings.” She had no idea what had been going on in the town before she arrived, unaware that the bodies had been disappearing almost immediately after being killed.

[codexargentum-archive]

//So finally this perfect little thing arrived. 

OTP bracelet for halelykos and me. (Also beste bestie bracelet.) Well, basically all our OTPs for all our muses. It’s perfect and I love it <3

[stilesstylelinski]

Stakeout

hismomchoseit​

Stiles was fidgeting uncomfortably in his seat, too excited to sit still. His dad wasn’t in the car yet--he was finishing up a few things inside. But Stiles? Stiles was alone, inside a police cruiser. Stiles was unattended. So he climbed over the middle of the seats and found himself in the drivers seat, where curiosity got the best of him. The keys his dad had chucked him to unlock the cruiser slipped into the ignition. Levers were pulled and buttons were pressed, until the window wipers were going and the sirens were blaring. Even worse? He didn’t remember what he’d pressed to turn them back off.

[audiensvoces-blog]

@hismomchoseit

PAPA STILINSKI and so far the only one to interact with Lydia in what’s more or less a private verse but omg what a doll. Firstly retired Papa John helping build furniture for his kids is perfect. Second, the mun is so welcoming and excited about ideas and it’s so super lovely to talk to someone who doesn’t scoff at your ideas but embraces them and wants to expand on them. <3 If you need a Sheriff to follow I 100% recommend.

[nobodyisbatman-blog]

Mr. John ❤

[nobodyisbatman-blog]

hismomchoseit It’s late, sometime after three thirty. Scott hasn’t been asleep long when there’s a banging on the door downstairs. He stumbles out of bed, all bedhead and warm with sleep before he practically falls down the stairs, tugging the door open.  “--...Mr. John?”