"--I'm going to need another one."
i don't think i owe anyone but if i do, it's gotten lost so a link would be greatly appreciated
closed;
She’d been told about the fire. The real cause of it and who had actually done it. For weeks she was plagued with nightmares of seeing Kate pouring gasoline on her family or laughing manically. The only comfort she found was that the woman was dead. Or so she thought.
Leya was in Derek’s loft, flipping through a book as she wandered around. It was a normal everyday thing for her to do, simply a way to pass the time. But as she looked up her entire body went still and the book fell from her hands.
“Y-You’re supposed to be dead.”
"If I hear that one more time I'm going to rip someone's throat out."
Rolling her eyes, she simply steps past the young girl as if she's nothing of importance to her (& she's not, Kate has no interest in the girl). Looking around, she turns her head back towards the brunette with a heavy sigh heaving her chest as she falls back against the couch, crossing her legs. All without glancing away from her.
"Derek not here? I don't suppose you mind if I wait for him, do you?"
Oh, I do! I know exactly what you are. I even prepared a list by memory— Hunter, Liar, Arsonist, Heartbreaking Bitch. Your species is up in the air, but I’m pretty good at reading books so I’ll figure it out sooner or later. They call you “La Loba” for a reason… but you’re no wolf to me. Just another monster out of a bag of tricks. [ He was ready to lunge at her, and tear Kate limb from limb. He’s practiced control for a long time now, and this encounter is going to be why all of that will go to waste. ] You ruined everything for me— my family included! Best you could’ve done is come back here…
& you, you're just a scared little boy. The same as you've always been. You can pretend all you want, but I can see it all over you. I can sense it. The trembling fright beneath your skin. You're scared of me. I'm the demon that haunted your nightmares all these years & now I'm back to finish what is it I started.
[ she snarls, snapping her teeth in his direction, but she still stays with her feet planted in the same place. she's antagonizing him. she's taunting him, waiting to see if he actually had it in him to stand against her. ] I'd say I'm sorry, but that's what I had intended.
「 not doing the million questions thing was kind of extremely hard. 」
I’m fine. 「 l i e. 」 It’s just a scratch. Sort of.
Let me see.
& tell me who I have to kill.
"And I know you. Kate Argent. Hunter, Murderer, Part time total bitch, Part time guest star on that long-lost episode of To Catch A Predator where Chris Hansen stops you from ruining a barely-legal teenage boy’s life.”
His jaw tightens, arms crossing as he forces himself to relax. “—too bad that didn’t make the final cut, huh.” lips lightly pursed he rolls that over for a moment before speaking again. “—either way, I’m not sticking around to debate the past, especially when it was six, seven years ago. How’d you do it?” he asks with a broad gesture to her body, indicating, simply, all of her.
"There're just a few corrections: I'm a full time bitch, and I did totally ruin the teenage boy's life all while laughing because he was naive enough to believe that I actually felt anything for him."
Shrugging her shoulders, she cocks her head slightly in his direction. "You can turn from an alpha's claws. Peter's scratched me enough to turn me, not kill me."
Who killed my niece? or when Kate finds out and blames the nogitsune aka stiles
"Watch this."
What's the mun's name?
jordan!
it’s two in the morning and kali’s in the mood to kill someone
kate is also in the mood to kill someone what's happening
--Allison. Do me a favor and spare me the millions questions about how I'm here and tell me that you're okay. I heard what happened. Was it bad?
if you ever want a starter from me all you have to do is come to my ask and be like "hey bitch write me a starter" and i'll just be like "okay calm the fuck down i'll write you a damn starter" and that's all there is to it
CRITIQUE MY WRITING ON ANON
I can’t respond, only post. I’m trying to improve my writing over here so any critique helps!
"Well obviously, after you ran off with my favorite heels and all."
"--Those were my shoes that you stole in the first place, thank you."
"I saw it post-Peter," he replies with a slight narrowing of his eyes. “—but I wasn’t exactly in a good position to see anything during the funeral, no.” Everything about this is creepy, imagining everything she’s done while his eyes skim over her - evidently, entirely intact - body. “I don’t think we’ve ever really spoken. I’m Stiles Stilinski.”
"While you'd be correct in assuming that was me, you'd be wrong in thinking I was dead." She shrugs her shoulders, almost nonchalantly as she eyes the strange boy in front of her. "Oh, I know you. The best friend. The sidekick. The human."
I bet you thought you'd seen the last of me, right?