DJ Martin

Name: Leila Jamison Martin AKA Lei Age: 18 (main) "You spend your whole life compared to someone else and you kinda lose sight of what makes you 'you' but- I'm not goin down without a fight."

[theothermartingirl]

This is a Muliti-Muse/OC rp blog. Some are Fandomless some are Fandom but 90% are OCs. Every Fandom...

Hey guys! So I have been inactive foooor....ever....*ahem* SO SORRY! I don’t know where my muse went but then I lost the account info somewhere on my laptop and finally got it back SO now you will be able to find Leila on my multimuse account ( above ) and if you’d like to start over or continue just message me and/or send me a link to our thread and I’ll reply after class.

I missed Leila and I’m so sorry for being gone so long. There really is no excuse. 

[nogitsuniism-blog]

#theothermartingirl ;;

Microsleeps. That’s just what he needed, to completely lose himself because he was passing out for short periods of time. That must be it because he was sleep walking again. Even if he found himself back in the same spot there were always differences– something moved. Mud on his bare feet. Scratches on his hands. Soot or earth under his nails. 

Stiles swallowed back any mention of those and trained his eyes on Leila instead. 

       “How will I know it’s you? People

         tell me I’m awake in my dreams..

         But I’m not. And I don’t want to

          freak you out if I SLEEPWALK.”

[theothermartingirl]

Leila could tell he was thinking about something and that it wasn’t reassuring him of anything. She dropped her eyes and flexed her fingers before deciding to hell with it and reaching over to take his hands in hers, rubbing soothing circles on the backs of his hands.

“I’ll pinch you,” she said with an air of humor as she smiled at him, “We’ll count your fingers, we’ll look outside, I’ll prove it to you in whatever way I can,” she said sincerely. She tilted her head at his worrying over and shook her head. “Damn it Stiles, you look after everyone and won’t let anyone look after you,” she bit her bottom lip and then looked at him. “Let me try and look after you. You don’t scare me and nothing you say or do will ever scare me.”

[followthespidxrs-deactivated201]

“I think I’ll take that as a compliment because yes, you’ve compared me with good ol’ Cap.” Peter chuckled as he walked to her. “And for your information, no, I still haven’t got that very useful power yet. Unfortunately.” 

[theothermartingirl]

“I don’t know- I don’t know how very useful that talent would be. Unless you decided to turn criminal and spy on attractive people OR you could use it to AVOID such situations so-” she nodded thoughtfully, “Maybe that should be your next project. Incorporating precognition into your arsenal.” She smiled at him and pushed her hair out of her face. “What’s up, Arachniboy? Catch any flies today?” 

[theothermartingirl]

innaflash:

           ❝ RISE AND SHINE,                       SLEEPYHEAD ! ❞

“Ugh Gods--          is my lock even worth having?”

[notsoheavynly-blog]

           “I would assume you need a nap,” Pietro replied. What a strange thing for someone to say. Nevertheless, he still tried to imagine what she mean. “You require glasses, da?” He asked after a moment, wondering if she meant she was partially blind or something. “I am Pietro, is nice meeting you, strange girl.”

[theothermartingirl]

Leila felt her heart practically stop at the accent. Dear Lord did that sound nice. “A nap?” she asked finally registering what the young man had said. “Nah,” she concluded looking back over the dance crowd. It was one of her nights off from DJing but she loved music and often found herself here- at the club. “I just- thought I saw like- this flash of color and-” she gestured in a zigzag motion through the crowd. “Nevermind, pleasure to meet you, Pietro. I’m Leila but please do continue to call me strange girl, makes me sound mysterious.”

[theothermartingirl]

// gunna hop on my recycled muse Elisa Allan who is another Teen Wolf OC if any of my partners wanna give her a go:

thtvoodooyoudo

sarcasmstilinskii know her :) it’s Aleece but redone with my original FC and a tweek to her personality so I’d love to rp with her.

She’s a voodoo priestess’s granddaughter and practices voodoo in Beacon Hills- she was born in Beacon Hills but at the age of seven she was given to her grandmother in Louisiana but now her and her father are back.

Come plot with me! All characters are welcome!

[sarcasmstilinskii]

He shrugged and walked over to her.  “I just knew I liked kissing you.”

[theothermartingirl]

She hummed unable to wipe the giddy little grin from her face as she crinkled her nose cutely. “Well- I guess kissing you’s not- totally gross,” she joked looking up as he walked closer to her. She reached out for his hand and locked her fingers between his before ducking her head to kiss his knuckles and lean a cheek against his hand.

[sarcasmstilinskii]

“Somewhere along the line, I saw how great of a person you are.  You deserve happiness just like the rest of us.  And this morning, you didn’t insult me.  You stood up for me.”

[theothermartingirl]

She smiled and leaned against the counter, biting her lower lip and ducking her head with a breathy shy laugh. “And- you knew that you make me happy?” she asked lifting her head. “Or were you just hoping that I wanted to kiss you back?”

[nogitsuniism-blog]

#theothermartingirl ;;

There’s a sigh and a slumping of shoulders too exhausted to be held up anyway as he hunches in his seat. Study hall should be silent but there are too many kids thrilled with the prospecting of catching up on the day’s gossip to be putting their minds to anything else. And Stiles was practically a heap on the desk as he arched an eyebrow at the other.

      “I can’t sleep, okay? When I do…

        it’s wrong. Nothing’s right. & it’s

        the only way to be POSITIVE I’m

        still awake. I keep losing myself.

        Losing time, blacking out. I can’t

         tell if I’m exhausted or INSANE.”

[theothermartingirl]

Leila listened intently and felt her heart break at the clear strain and stress her friend was under. She reached for his hand but then thought better of it and tucked it back under her arm.

“Exhaustion breed insanity,” she said softly looking up at him, “If- Your blacking out could be your body catching up on the sleep you’re depriving it of, two days without sleep and the brain goes into microsleeps, tiny bouts where the brain shuts down even if you’re not aware of it,” she bit her bottom lip. “Do- Would you like to spend a night with me? I mean- I can look after you so if you have a bad dream I can tell you you’re really awake and- we can-” she shrugged looking down. “You’re not insane just- exhausted Stiles. A lot’s happened.”

[sarcasmstilinskii]

Stiles followed her and laughed.  “Perfect for today.”

[theothermartingirl]

Leila began putting the curly fries in first and then turned to look at Stiles curiously. “Why did you kiss me? I mean, just this morning you were trying to win my sister over and now- you’re kissing me...” she couldn’t help but worry it was like a second choice. A ‘I cant have Lydia but I can have you’ sort of thing and that upset her because she really liked Stiles- she just needed to hear if he liked her.

[sarcasmstilinskii]

He grinned wide.  “I fucking love curly fries. Hell yeah let’s make some.”

[theothermartingirl]

“Curly fries!” she cheered hurrying off the couch and hurrying to the kitchen. “And dino nuggets!” she added pulling both bags out of the freezer, dancing happily as she sang, “Curly fries and dino nuggets, curly- curly fries and diiiinoooo nuggets!”

[sarcasmstilinskii]

Stiles smiled softly.  “Wow.”

[theothermartingirl]

She laughed softly and nodded happily, “Definitely a wow,” she agreed before noticing the movie was over. “Oh I fell asleep didn’t I? Crap- did you um wanna watch another movie? I can also make us some- curly fries?” she asked wiggling her brows at Stiles who was kind of known for his love of curly fries.

[iinaday-deactivated20160405]

Brutus saw her move in position, startling him for he saw the quick movement out the corner of his eye. He relaxed upon seeing it was only her. A odd noise abrupt from his shoulder as he rolled it. Brutus had felt his prosthetic was growing stiff for his lack of movement. “Just.. forgot where I was…” he muttered, still holding the cigarette between dry lips. Grey eyes seemed glazed over when the phone was offered. “I don’t..” He couldn’t recall the number to the facility.  

[theothermartingirl]

She smiled lightly, hoping to warm him up to her as she rolled the phone between her fingers. “Don’t worry about it,” she assured tucking the phone back in her pocket. She heard the odd noise from his shoulder but only gave his shoulder a curious look before looking back at him. “Do you remember where you came from? If not- I mean I could- you could maybe-” she bit her lip and looked around before sighing softly and looking at him, “You can stay with me? I have a guest room and maybe after you sleep whatever this is off you’ll remember.”

[wonderslittlehare-deactivated20]

One of a kind. Strange. Unusual. Wonderland. The words repeated in Sean’s head as he described himself. He had certainly been surprised as she knocked her knee against his – a notion that had him smiling over the rim of his tea cup as he looked across the table at her.

“It’s a thing. I am very… predictable. I know what I like and I have those things in abundance. Carrot cake, Orange Pekoe tea with half-a-cup of sugar, top shelf Scotch. Whoever said variety is the spice of life clearly had a very hard time finding something they actually liked.”

Sean, of course, had quite a different way of looking at the world around him. And why wouldn’t he? He had been to enough different ones.  Sean had wondered for a moment what Chai might taste like but like always he  seemed almost stubborn in such a notion of trying something new.

“Evil’s? In you? Come now luv, you know better than that. The evils I am talking about – the darkness I am talking is something very very deeply rooted in the human psyche. As much as I would like to explain it to you over tea and carrot cake that is more reserved for a place where we would be alone and three shot glasses of Scotch in.”

He had found himself looking at her again – slender digits waving nonchalantly as she compared herself to being an oyster. “Not you alright? Oyster is not a term of endearment where I am from. It implies that you are only valued for that pearl of emotions. That you have no more worth than to take it to be used as currency among the denizen’s of Wonderland. You, luv, are worth so much more than just a pearl of emotions inside a pretty shell”

But oh was he grateful for the topic change. He surely didn’t like dwelling on the subject of Jefferson for too long. That Wonderland ship had long since sailed and wouldn’t be docking in his life again anytime soon.

“You can do that? Make a song? How intriguing – I think I would like that”

[theothermartingirl]

“Oh I wouldn’t call you predictable,” she said fiddling with the cloth napkin, folding it into various little shapes, “Habitual maybe but certainly not predictable,” she smiled at him. “There’s nothing wrong with liking what you like but mixing it up a bit isn’t bad either- you maybe find something else you like just as much or- dare I imply- something you like more?” She wiggled her brows and giggled lightly as she tucked her fiery hair behind her ear.

She looked at him as he spoke lightly of the evils he mentioned and she nodded along thoughtfully. She looked at the napkin and then him as she smiled sweetly. “Well- lets hope I am the angel I like to think I am,” she teased turning back to the napkin and then folding her hands neatly on the table. She blinked at the explanation of oyster and she blushed when he told her she was worth more than the emotions inside her. She looked at him and shyly kissed his cheek affectionately,

“Thanks, Sean,” she said softly. “Your worth a lot, too, you know. You’re more than a Prince Hare from Wonderland.”

Leila looked up as her tea was brought to her and she thanked the woman before adding a good amount of sugar. Not half a cup but more than the usual tea drinker.  She sipped it and hummed happily, eyes fluttering closed as she licked her lips. She smiled at Sean and offered him her tea cup.

“Wanna sip? It won’t end the world if you try something new,” she offered smiling at him. “Who knows, you could find a new favorite but if not that’s okay too. Comfort zones are difficult to break.”

She took a bite of her carrot cake and nodded enthusiastically. 

“I can make music, I play instruments and make remixes on my laptop. What kind of music do you like? Maybe sometime you can come over and we can fool around-” she paused midbite, “with the music. Fool around with music like remixing and stuff. Music.”

[sarcasmstilinskii]

He kissed her again, keeping it soft.

[theothermartingirl]

Leila leaned up on an elbow reaching up to lightly curls her fingers behind his neck before smiling into the kiss and pulling back to smile up at him. 

[strifexchaos]

He then stood up from where he was sitting. “Just give me the address. I don’t have time for this right now, stalling.”

[theothermartingirl]

“I’m going with you,” she said grabbing her phone and keys, walking past Stiles towards her door. “She’s my sister if she’s in trouble I’m going to be there to help her.”

[strifexchaos]

“Well I don’t have Peter’s number in my phone. I know you blame me if she is missing. It’s my fault, I know.”

[theothermartingirl]

“I kinda tend to blame Lydia for the messes she gets into, just like I blame you for getting into the messes you get into,” she said thoughtfully as she looked around for her phone. Usually Lydia would spare her the courtesy of a text if she was going out with someone or something along those lines. Especially when Leila was home alone. She looked at Stiles. “I’ve never blamed you and I’ve never blamed Scott, I’m not into that. Things happen and- she’s okay. If it was something dangerous there would be some sort of sign, a scream, a scene, a ransom,” she paused and stood by her dresser where her phone was charging, “Then again I could be being ridiculously optimistic...”