#silverpartisan

send an angsty text

m e m e ;                                  r e s u l t ;

      ❝ ——allison.❞

             there’s so much blood, more than she’d seen in a             long long time. truthfully she’s not familiar with             having to stitch up injuries that if she fucks up could             kill a person. so, when the argent comes to her with             a large almost sword looking cut along her shoulder             she just wants to take her to the hospital but she             refuses & the hero doesn’t know what to do.

                                  ❝ allison, i don’t—                            i don’t know how to fix it. ❞

                         allison looks pleadingly at the girl &                         she can’t do it. can’t let the other bleed                         out. so she has to know. she has to.

                  her mothers the doctor! so she just sighs & grabs                  a first aid kit & sits it beside the crying huntress.                  she’s taken enough first aid classes & done enough                  sewing to hopefully at least be able to wing it so the                  other female doesn’t bleed out.

              shaking fingers grab at the anaesthetic syringe before               injecting it into the fair skin of the girls shoulder. kim              doesn’t dare look up, doesn’t want to see if there’s pain              on the girls features or see the tears in her eyes. so she              focuses.

                    needle & thread are held tightly in the heroes hands                    & she sews. as quickly & painfully as she possibly can.

                            as soon as it’s done. as soon as the needle drops from                            the red heads hand she tugs the girl into her. lips pressing                            against the fresh stitches not hard enough to cause serious                            pain but enough for allison to feel it.

Put a '☁' in my askbox if your muse sometimes misses my muse when we're not roleplaying

But, there she was, knocking on her door. She had made the rounds before, checking up on Stiles and Lydia and even Derek and especially Isaac. She just needed to make sure that everyone was okay, if she needed to help anyone. Being an alpha was a full time job, even if there wasn't a threat right in front of them. She was like a mom now. A mom to a group of rowdy teenagers.

No wonder she was starting to get chronic migraines. }

You'll notice I upped the prize winners for each pool other than the first.

If you don’t recall what prizes you qualified for just check out the cut below and contact me with your choices/fc preferences.  you have 48 hours to contact me or i will draw a different winner for your spot. 

I like rping with people I already know, and I like rping with people who are slow like me and don’t stress, so. ALSO WE STARTED SOMETHING AND YOU NEVER REPLIED, so this is my attempt #2 to get you to rp with me.

ooc; I HATE TO SAY IT BUT ME TOO... like I love meeting new people but I have so many people that I know now that I haven't even written with and it makes me so sad because they're amazing and stunning and flawless and I just don't even know where to start.

I'm really glad you're making a second attempt because bluSHES LOUDLY I KNOW THAT WAS RIGHT AROUND THE TIME CHRIS JUMPED OUT A BUILDING AND I HAD NO MUSE FOR ANYONE.