#theocratiic

[myconditionisnotterminal-blog]

Starter for @theocratiic . 

Alyssa stepped into the house, going straight for the first aid kit under the coffee table. She’d managed to find a place in every room to hide one so that she always had something around. Chimera’s with new powers had a habit of hurting themselves. Chimera’s with new powers and an Alpha with a death wish had a habit of almost getting themselves killed.

Once she managed to patch up everyone, she pulled Theo into the other room, away from the others. Besides Hayden and Corey, none of them were too hurt, but they didn’t need to be hurt at all. Hayden had gotten clawed and it was still healing, Corey had a gash in his arm that hadn’t even begun to heal, and the rest had cuts and bruises, herself and Theo included.

“What the hell was that?” She asked him. “There was absolutely no point in that fight whatsoever, besides your ego and willingness to get killed. Well, guess what, Theo, not all of us are as willing to die.”

She began pacing the room, clenching and unclenching her fists. She blamed herself, she blamed Scott, she blamed Scott’s Pack, she blamed Theo, she blamed the world, she blamed everything and everyone. But Theo was in frontof her, so he would have to do.

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&&. @theocratiic || plotted starter!

it was amelias first day of grade ten. it wasn’t JUST her first day as a tenth grader, it was also her first day at a new school. her parents, in hopes to start completely fresh, moved to a place called beacon hills. a place where no one knew who they were, they just thought they were regular, ordinary HUMANS. not ex-vampires who took a cure to turn human. with a daughter who almost burns in the sunlight without her daylight ring. no, they would be considered and seen as normal here.

her eyes scanned the halls, she had gotten a schedule, but she was lost. she was lost without her friends. she was lost without her teachers, with whom she got used to. she was just LOST. sucking in a deep breath, she wandered the halls endlessly, trying desperately to find first periods history class. her eyes shifting from her schedule to the numbers on the doors. it wasn't until she LITERALLY bumped into someone, dropping her schedule and binder that had the word 'history' written on the front, that she realized she was in the wrong hall. "I'm so sorry!" she quickly apologized. crouching down to quickly gather her things. "I'm new and I'm trying to find history class, and I just realized I'm in the wrong hall." she breathed out, standing back up and using her free hand to tuck a strand of hair behind her ears. something she did out of nervousness.

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&&. beauty and the beast au || @theocratiic

it was the last year of highschool. she was finally a senior, and she knew this year was going to be the best. it was also last period of her very first day as a senior. the day had gone as she had planned, she arrived, met up with her best friends, went out for lunch, enjoyed her free period by reading her favourite book. and now it was her favourite class; art. the teacher had asked they create something that resembled them. so hope being the creative type, she created a poster that included a sketching of a library, along with gardens, full of flowers and small bumble bees. she put her every thought into this picture. she was about to put the final touches on a flower when the bell rang. filling the once quiet class, with the obnoxious sound of ringing. she placed her picture in the corner where her teacher instructed the class to place them. she sighed softly, yes, this year was going to be perfect.

she gathered her things from her locker, and hummed quietly as she left the school. her house wasn’t too far from the school, so she was granted the opportunity to enjoy the sunshine while others weren’t so lucky as they were crammed on a school bus. she could see someone approaching her out of the corner of her eye, but she chose to ignore it. figuring the person was only going to see the person nearby. but when she nonchalantly looked behind her, there was no one. and by the time she turned back around, there was the person or should she say, guy, standing right in front of her.

[myconditionisnotterminal-blog]

Semi-Cracky Starter for @theocratiic

“It’s fine! I’m fine! I can get up!” Alyssa calls out, struggling to get up off of the floor. 

She decided to wear pillows under her clothes in an attempt to prevent injuries, usually from running her mouth when she shouldn’t. At the time, it seemed like a good idea. Now that she actually did it, and promptly fell over, she was beginning to regret that decision.

[kiindhearts-a-blog]

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&&. SEND ∎ FOR YOUR MUSE TO GRAB MY MUSE’S HAND TO AVOID GETTING SEPARATED IN A CROWD! || always accepting || theocratiic

it had been unexpected. she wasn’t used to having someone hold her hand, let alone someone who had taken her. but she supposed it made sense, holding her hand prevented her from running off. she wanted to pull her hand from his, but for some reason, she felt — safe? as if no one could hurt her if she was holding his hand. she shook her head unnoticeably, quieting her thoughts before moving a bit closer to him. giving him just a bit more reassurance that she wasn’t about to run off.

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theocratiic:

Theo knocked on her door but got no answer. He pursed his lips and sighed. She hadn’t eaten in a day, she had refused, but he was actually worried about her. Theo used his key to unlock the door and open it. He froze, his eyes widening when he saw her coming out of the bathroom wrapped in only a towel. “I uh…” Theo cleared his throat. “I just came in to check on you.”

she had just finished wrapping her body in the towel he provided her. opening the bathroom door and stepping out, the cool air hitting her body instantly. she shivered slightly before nearly jumping at the voice. “theo!” she shrieked slightly, her hands holding tightly onto the towel so it didn’t slip. “I’m fine, just wanted a shower, I hope that was okay, I should have asked first, but I couldn’t find you and I’m not very patient.” she admitted softly. nervousness taking over every bit of her, especially her mouth, the words flying past her lips at nearly a million miles per hour.

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theocratiic:

[ sms : hope ] Why would I hate you?


[ sms : hope ] Where are you right now, Hope?

[ sms : theo ] I don't even know why...

[sms : theo ] I'm outside some bar?

[ sms : theo ] I had too many shots and now I'm ready for a nap...

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theocratiic:

Theo glanced towards the girl. The beautiful girl. The one that he just had to have. He licked his lips and chuckled. “No, Hope. You are not odd. Everyone else is just doesn’t know a good thing when they see it.”

she was hesitant to answer at first. was he being truthful, or just being nice? either way, hope couldn’t stop the smile from forming even if she tried. “you really think so?” she questioned, brow raising slightly.