#stydia roleplay

[crimsonrsf]

hey, another roleplay search post from me 🤦‍♀️

uhh so i’ve never roleplayed them before but i’d love to roleplay stydia with somebody!! i could be either stiles or lydia but tbh i would probably vibe more with stiles.

so i don’t really have any plots so if you have some that would be cool but we can also just come up with stuff 🤷‍♀️

we can roleplay over tumblr or discord bc those work best for me, but message me if interested!

[roleplayfinder]

hey! i’m looking for someone to do a stydia au plot where 1) stiles is a werewolf 2) stiles is a vampire, or 3) lydia is a mermaid. i’d play stiles and i’m looking for someone 18+ who is okay with some mature content/smut. like this and i’ll message you so we can discuss details!

[roleplayfinder]

hi hi! i'm looking for connections to lydia. more specifically, a stiles roleplayer who may be interested in writing stydia. i am 21+ and can be contacted through my blog. :)

[ignoredisshot-blog]

stydia rp

i don’t really use this a lot and i don’t plan on being active here, but i’m bored as fuck and i’m interested in doing a stydia rp over kik with someone. i have 4+ years of experience in literate roleplay. i’d like to write the plot idea i had of a spiderman au where stiles is spiderman and the entire pack lives in nyc. i have a starter already, just lmk if you’re interested. please be literate and mature content can be discussed. i’m only going to respond over kik, but you can message me here first. i have doubts anyone wil respond to this, but it’s worth a shot

[idorpstuffs]

My Stiles needs a Lydia...

Message me for plotting or send me memes if you want to start something. I’m also completely okay with discord rp, my username is Alix#2834. Leave me a friend request there if you want. Send me a message on here if you don’t have me added already.

[miss-lydia-rose]

Another Stydia starter. Open to playing this here on Tumblr, Chatzy, or via email.

Lydia had sworn to herself from the very beginning that no matter where her career took her, she was never going to become one of those women she read about in scandalous articles while she waited for her coffee order in Starbucks. She was never going to be the teacher that fell for her student, no matter how attractive or charming he was – she’d had her fair share of teenage boys, thank you very much. It seemed impossible, far-fetched, deplorable, and for quite some time, Lydia had entirely believed her own lie; that is, until she met Stiles Stilinski. The boy was a walking contradiction – clumsy and awkward but lithe and filled with energy at once, polite and bitingly sarcastic in one breath, astoundingly bright and dim-witted simultaneously. He was handsome, funny, sharp-humored;  from the day he walked into her class and seated himself with a crooked grin, knees apart and shoulders slouched back in his chair as the very picture of teenage nonchalance, Lydia had sensed in her gut that her mettle was about to be tested.

  “Not your best. See me after class.” murmured Lydia, dropping a marked quiz with a circled “D” scribed in the right-hand corner some months after that fateful first lesson. It was baffling and disappointing, Stiles’ sudden academic slump. For Lydia, the real frustration was in the fact that his /answers/ were all correct, but the work he did (or seemed to do) to get to them was utter nonsense. It appeared as if he was deliberately trying to flunk, and she was determined to get to the bottom of it. Lydia sashayed back up the aisle, continuing with her lesson until the bell signalled the end of class. As students began to mill lazily out of her classroom, she took her place at her desk and organized a stack of papers, waiting for him to clear his books and approach.