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[kitschy-kitsune]

I may or may not have also said "Epic Fail" to his face when we were done so

[kitschy-kitsune]

★★★★★★★ [KIRAS A BOSS ASS BITCH]

BB PLZ <33 

[the-heart-and-the-wildfire]

Spirit Warriors March Beneath The Banyan Tree

Since the Nemeton's revitalization, a great many weird things had indeed started happening in Beacon Hills. Deaton certainly hadn't gotten that aspect of his guess wrong--the idea of the mystical stump then becoming a beacon (and, oh, how Stiles had wanted to comment on that particular word choice) for the supernatural. Harpies, sirens, minotaurs, kelpies: the list went on for quite a ways, but the thing that seemed most out of place was the pack's most current problem.

It was also the one that Stiles had no clue how to solve.

The Hawaiian nightmarchers.

They were old warriors that had passed away--more than ghosts, less than what some might consider zombies--that marched along trails (ley lines? it made an odd sort of sense when the teenage boy mapped their pathway from what he knew of Beacon Hills' own sets of ley lines) night after night after night. You were cursed if you looked a nightmarcher in the eye, but the stories varied on what actually happened to you.

...Stiles didn't actually want to find out firsthand, though.

When his sources began to dry up, however, and the books in Derek, Peter, Chris, and Deaton's collections proved little to no help at all (mostly European-based, unfortunately), the amber-eyed teen figured that there was little enough cause to dance 'round the subject: he had access to someone who might have cultural-specific knowledge and the pack desperately needed help before they ended up getting hurt.

(Which, knowing them, was going to be sooner rather than later.)

Cafeteria lunch plate in hand, Stiles made his way across the crowded room, easily dodging various cliques of high school students as the surprisingly focused teen zeroed in on his current destination. Tray clattering to the table and Stiles himself settling haphazardly on the bench, the boy settled his surprisingly sharp amber gaze on Danny and offered a grin.

"Hey, Danny~"

[the-heart-and-the-wildfire]

kink: orgasm denial; Stiles with whoever he's with making himself in complete control, whispering little things like "You're doing so good for me," whoever he's doing it to just moaning and writhing and being super needy.

In the spirit of Sexual Sunday, tell me one kink you can see my muse having.

(( Oh, God. Yeah, hi. Instant turn-on, you have no idea. XD So even with Stiles being a virgin, I can say with complete certainty that this is a kink 100% because all of my muses have this kink. He'd definitely be a bit uncertain in bed the first couple of times, no matter if he's with a guy or a girl, but once Stiles gains his confidence and his cockiness and he's able to see just how much pleasure he's capable of providing a lover with his touch, with his mouth, with his body--with denying it and dragging things until their eventual orgasm literally makes their mind go blank? Stiles is very, very good at being methodical and patient when he finds reason to be. So...~ ))

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Send me a symbol to receive the following from my muse       ☆ : for a drunken voicemail

"Daaaaaaanny. Danny! Danny Danny Daaaaaanny!!! You know--do you know how hard it is to not make... an American Werewolf in London jokes around you?? But I totally would have had even more jokes when Jackson was an evil scaly lizard monster. Just think of the possibilities, Daaaaanny! Think of them!! Because. Because Jackass. Godzilla. Maybe. At least to start things off because, seriously, that's always a classic, right?? But now he's all furry and not scaly so that's all pointless aaaaand-----you... don't know. ..... Um. ...fuck."

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scarsofasurvivor replied to your link:Peter Rumancek

*LAUGHS BECAUSE THE HG TRANSFORMATION IS SO MUCH BETTER THAN THE TW ONE*

come have danny be friends with peter omg

[the-heart-and-the-wildfire]

[text: Stiles] You walked in wearing nothing but a beekeeper mask.

SUPER TEXT LIST! (Texts From Last Night Inspired)

The night before had been a mix of smoke and fire and screaming and blood and horror and more screaming and memories that guaranteed that Stiles would have nightmares every night for at least the next ten years. Most of it had passed in a blur and, in a way, the teenager was stupidly grateful for that fact. Most of the night had passed by in a blur--most, but not all. The text that Stiles had been dreading (hoping wouldn't come, that Danny had somehow managed to block the incident from his mind as some sort of drug-induced hallucination since most of the town had gone crazy, anyway) came mid-afternoon, and the teen approached his phone the way that a person might head towards the gallows.

[text: Hawaii Five-0] Yes. Yes, I did.[text: Hawaii Five-0] And there's a perfectly logical explanation for that.[text: Hawaii Five-0] --one that doesn't use the assumption that I'm a crazy person.[text: Hawaii Five-0] But, dude, I'm so sorry that you had to deal with my lily white ass for nearly half of the night.[text: Hawaii Five-0] I'm seriously shocked that you didn't go blind by how I glowed in the dark.[text: Hawaii Five-0] ...on a serious note, though, I honestly think that it's past time you found out about what's been really going on around here.[text: Hawaii Five-0] You've more than earned it with the help you gave me last night, nakedness and beekeeper mask and everything.[text: Hawaii Five-0] (Seriously so so so sorry, dude. Can we never speak of this incident ever again?)