#sataninavneck

The wind whipped through the Jeep, cooling through the overheated vehicle as they wound down roads in the scorching heat. Of the days to pick to drive out to a little town in the middle of nowhere - or so it felt - today might not have been the best, but Stiles couldn’t bring himself to truly worry. In denim shorts and a light top, the drive was pretty comfortable, with minimal sweating. Well, as minimal as possible, anyway. Music was pumping out of the terrible speakers that Stiles had a strange attachment to, music that he’d fought Peter over being able to play. It was turned down, however, as they started to drive into residential Beacon Hills.

“Did’ya book a hotel? Or we gotta find one?” Stiles asked, glancing across to his partner in crime - literally - before focusing back on the road to look out for any signs for somewhere to stay. He knew this place was supposed to be pretty small, and in their haste to get out of the last town, he hadn’t had a chance to sit down and research properly. It left him on edge, but what he had heard and read made this place seem like the perfect place for them. At least for now.

Teddy blinks down at his phone, then breaks into a wide grin.  He doesn’t need to see a face to know who that cock belongs to. 

[text]  Startin without me?

He sucks his thumb into his mouth, and makes it lewd--swinging the camera up so Ron can see the crowd in the tube over his shoulder--before snapping a pic of his own to send in return.

Derek felt bad, bad to the point where he couldn’t sleep at night. So he had consulted with Scott, who was not keen on the idea to say the very least. Then he had discussed it with Stiles, and that as well just ended up with the usual death threats and calling of names. Then he had talked to Deaton about it, and finally someone actually tried to understand his point of view. He had asked him to be cautious about his decision though, asking him to think it through more than once before jumping in to something he couldn’t undo. Deaton reminded him that Derek alone would be held responsible if anything were to happen. 

♋ What drew you to this muse?Someone was a dirty enabler.  Uhh.  I think I was looking for a change.  Teddy’s pretty different to the characters I’ve played over the past couple years, but really for even longer than that.  The more I got into it, the nicer it was to play a character that just is.  There’s no grand schemes or arching motivations.  Teddy’s not a villain, or a hero.

✮ Have you managed to stay away from drama? 

For the most part, yes. The only drama I can really claim I’ve been a part of was a one on one situation where a certain RPer decided they didn’t want to wait a long time for a reply, which is perfectly fine, but proceeded to be completely rude about it. After I’d spent many an hour listening to their complaints and trying to help them with OOC stuff. They just up and left without so much as a thank you, just telling me I should warn people in the future about taking forever? They also decided to tell me I’d taken months to reply when I’d literally only been RPing with them for three weeks. So there’s that. Other than that, I’ve managed to avoid drama in an indie setting, anyway.

☀ What's your rp pet peeve?

Oh gosh, I’m not entirely sure... I think my biggest pet peeve, more from seeing it rather than experiencing it, is when people don’t cut their posts. I’m not talking like... four or five replies to a thing because I know people can be mobile at times, but when it gets to 8, 9, 10, more... Just cut the post D: Scrolling is a pain in the ass. Or tag as ‘long post’ if all else fails so people can blacklist.

R: What are their hands like? Nice and proportionate to the rest of him, not too big or too small, but long fingered.  They’re soft, without the callouses that come from manual work, but covered in the odd, hair thin, little white scars that comes from getting a bit careless with one’s blades.

O: What would it take to break them, inside and out?Teddy’s already broken, ain’t he?  But to take him beyond functioning it’d take a lot.  He laughs off most things that would make other weep, and he doesn’t have much regard for anything or anyone, save himself and the precious few he’s deemed real.