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Indie, 18+, Selective, MultiMuse Roleplay Written By Fiona (35. They/Them)
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TEEN WOLF | 3.15, "Galvanize"
RPer call for multi-fandoms!
21+ RPers only please, mun is 35!
I would like to mostly rp on discord (fionanotjuliet), but I’ve seen people post these sort of calls.
Established muses are available for Teen Wolf and OC’s which are found in my pinned.
Fandoms I would like to rp in:
Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss (muses Lucifer, Alastor, Rosie, we’ll see)
Trigun Stampede/Stargaze/Max (muses Vash, Wolfwood, Milly, Meryl, etc)
Message me here or like this post if you’re feeling shy.
REBLOG if you are old enough to remember what a VCR is.
Am I back?
I want to.
It’s been a weird year or so.
Dad died, got married, bought a house.
I deeply miss rp and want to get back into it. My main interests have changed quite a bit. Hazbin Hotel, Trigun Stampede, Jujutsu Kaisen. But Teen Wolf will always have muses for me.
Discord: fionanotjuliet
Sooo
Living in the US is awful.
Also I had a Teen Wolf thought so I had to check back in.
Find me on Discord at username fionanotjuliet
Or most social media tbh
Sorry for the absence, I promise I still want to rp with everyone!
I’ve been hardcore in hyperfixation hell with Trigun Stampede.
I’ll try to do replies and answer asks this weekend. 
(would you all judge me if I added Vash the Stampede as an option?)
"Can we not do this right now?" (jordan.)
@fieryxbanshee sent a meme
"Sorry. Have a rough day, Lydia?"
❝ what’s the hurry? ❞ (kira)
@fieryxbanshee sent a meme
"I'm running so late! I still have to shower and then do my hair and I only have an hour to do all of that plus my makeup! Oh my god, I should just cancel, right? It would be so much easier to cancel, right?"
@redhoodiskra:
Sometimes Stiles really wanted to scream. If he didn't like Malia so much he would probably just walk away and just figure this out on his own. But he did care for the coyote, and he would really miss the sex...
"Ok ok, look you wanted to practice shifting right? Well, here's that chance! You shrink down to four paws and sneak in look around and tell me what you see when you come back. You're not going in their claws all out ready to strike ok?"
Malia blinked, staring at Stiles as if he had lost his mind, because she was sure that he had this time. Upon taking in a deep breath and slowly exhaling, hoping that Stiles would life and call the plan off, you she let out a frustrated sound.
“Are you stupid? I’m not good at shifting yet. Why would I put myself in an extra dangerous situation? Are you even hearing yourself?”
"You're bleeding." (scott.)
@fieryxbanshee sent a meme
"Ah. Believe me, I know. It'll be fine. I'll be fine."
stilesstylelinski:
“You’ve clearly never seen me hyper-fixated on anything.” Stiles pointed out, taking the vote of confidence like a dramatic stabbing in his heart, that he mimed reaching up to cover.
Shaking his head, Jordan chuckled at the dramatics. “Fair enough. Go ahead and prove it then,” he challenged, knowing Stiles would take that up. “It’s better to ask forgiveness than permission, right?”
bxdassbanshee·:
“Did you not do your research on me? The obvious is often and usually incorrect or at least nuanced but not smart. Or did you just know my name?” She asked, a smug smirk on her lips. She was always incredibly proud of her intelligence.
The smile dropped when he asked about what she had been hearing. Her banshee powers always felt at odds with her life. Though the suppression of them never lasted long. They always decided to boil over in the most inopportune moments. “I haven’t been listening, if you must know.” There is no apology, she deserved silence, even if she was clinging to it by the skin of her teeth.
Halwyn thought to himself for a moment, wondering what would be the best way to answer her without also setting off more warning bells than he likely already was doing. “I guess you could say I had some insider information,” he explained, knowing that it was a little more cryptic that anyone would usually prefer to hear.
Nodding, Halwyn leaned just a little closer, not quite in her space, but enough so that he could speak in a low voice. “I can understand that it’s overwhelming, but I have reason to believe that something bad is on the way.” His voice was low, but not quite a whisper. While he wasn’t trying to scare the banshee, he wanted her to be aware of the danger that lurked around the corner.
bxdassbanshee·:
How did she love him? God, if that wasn’t a loaded question. Then becoming more complicated by the frequent blurring of pack and romantic entanglements. Like Scott was like a brother to her but they also definitely made out one time. But Jordan never fit nicely into the role of big brother, at least not with her. There was always this undercurrent of something… “You’re something special.” It wasn’t a lie… it also wasn’t really an answer.
She felt like the air sucked out of the room when he answered. Of course she wanted him close but that always felt selfish of her to ask. “In the same city?” she asked, biting her lip. “In the same apartment?” Now this felt a little more dangerous. “In the same bed?”
Something special? Jordan could work with that. He smiled softly as he really considered her answer, realizing it was a sort of non-answer. For more than the first time, Jordan could feel some spark of hope as whatever was between the two of them began to flare into a larger flame. “In general, or to you?”
Things were getting more dangerous between the two of them, the tension growing thicker as they seemed closer than ever to cracking some code that they hadn’t even realized needed to be decoded. Finally turning back to look Lydia in her eyes, green meeting green, Jordan stepped into her space, a hand moving up to rest on her cheek as he held eye contact with her. “However you want me, Lydia. I’m yours.”
There, it was finally said, the one thing that he had promised he wouldn’t say unless Lydia made the first move.
bxdassbanshee·:
And suddenly everything clicked into place and she was able to take her guard down - at least a little. Hellhounds could be dangerous - sure but the connection with banshees made her safer than most.
“I wasn’t aware that there were Welsh hellhounds - but I suppose, you could have whatever origin that fate allows…”
“Wow. Color me impressed. Most people assume I’m Irish or something,” Halwyn said, smiling brightly.
Assuming a more relaxed stance, Halwyn settled his hands in his pockets as he looked towards the banshee. Tilting his head to the side, he almost appeared to be listening to something, before giving the slightest ‘hmm’ to himself. “I do have a question for you, Lydia. Have you heard anything new lately?” He purposefully kept the question vague, hoping that he could gauge where her powers were at the moment.
bxdassbanshee:
“I mean, I was surprised when I found out about you two. Not in a judgmental way! Two consenting adults can do whatever they would like with each other. I am not a prude.” Someone please stop her from spewing word vomit out in front of him because she couldn’t tell him the full truth. “And I love Malia, she is family and I love you – I just didn’t see that puzzle working…” Or, well, Lydia hoped it wouldn’t work. Though if she had too, she would just suck it up.
“So where does Jordan want to be? If I said fuck the hellhound.” She swallows momentarily, realising what she has said. “I mean, if that wasn’t a factor. Where would you be? What would your life look like and I will have you know that I will be deeply upset if there isn’t a plan for me included.”
Jordan raised an eyebrow at her, a small smile playing on his lips as he listened to her. “So. You love Malia as family,” he said, parroting her words back at her. “And you love me.” He paused for a moment, the smile growing into a smirk, unable to stop himself from teasing her. “So, Lydia. Am I family, too?” No matter what there was between the two of them, he knew it was far more than a familial type of affection.
Letting the teasing die down for a moment, Jordan took a breath, hoping that it would help to steady him and find the best way to answer her question. “If I was being completely honest? I’d be wherever you were.” He turned away for a moment, knowing that answer, while being exactly what she requests, was a little heavier than perhaps either of them needed for this reunion. “Without any hellhound influence, I’d want to be with you.”
Quick question?
Has anyone else sold their soul to Vash the Stampede in Trigun Stampede? Because I’m absolutely head over heels in love.