#theonetruealphascott

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theonetruealphascott replied to your post:So my muse just rage quit here because Kate is a...

But with those fangs; maybe she’s a weresnake.

No such thing as a weresnake, I believe? You can be possessed by a snake spirit and have such a look, but cold blooded animal mixing with warm blooded people usually do not turn out well.

The fangs go both ways, though, and snakes, for the most part, are just on the upper part of the jaw.  So I assume she's a werecat, but we'll have to find out later if she's not.

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theonetruealphascott replied to your post:I really need more people to run around town with.... Time to get a sock puppet. Somehow I think that will make me look more crazy, not less so. Haha.

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Stiles had seen Scott's first full moon. He'd thought he understood. He'd thought he'd be able to handle it. They'd had to bite him to get rid of the nogitsune and yeah, it had made him sort of sick to his stomach to see that his eyes were blue. But this--

This was worse.

"Oh my god. Oh god oh god..." He stared at his hands, covered in blood. "What did I do? What did I do?"

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theonetruealphascott replied to your post:That urge to make my icon Hoechlin’s butt again is...

That’s because his booty game is strong.

Right? He has a glorious ass.

Then again he has a glorious everything.

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theonetruealphascott replied to your post:I would like a thread where this whole thing with...

Would he ever come out of that coma? Otherwise that would be a shitty time to play Stiles. And if he did…would he be something else like a Kanima or would he be a werewolf?

he'd totally come out of it and he'd be fine! werewolf, but fine! but scott wouldn't know that at the time!! 

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theonetruealphascott:

"You seriously don’t know?"

Scott grabbed the blue and green covered basket that had been at the door when he arrived.  Inside slept a newborn baby boy with a letter resting on top.

"Derek, did you get a girl pregnant?"

He stepped into the loft and walked over to the large metal table, setting the basket down and looking between Derek and the baby.

"He’s got your eyebrows."

Derek stares at the basket for a few moments, lips pursed, "The only girl I've slept with in the past six years is dead. In fact the only ---" He cuts off to clear his throat, deciding not to finish that thought.

The baby grizzles and Derek's lip curls, motioning for Scott to handle the situation,

"He does not have my eyebrows, will you shut up and just read the letter before I strangle you?"