#teamxhuman

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Opinion on;

Character in general: answered!!How they play them: your stiles is the bees knees tbh like i’ve always admired from afar and wanted to rp with you but i am a huge dumby who’s too afraid to ask you to plot :((The Mun: i don’t think we’ve ever had a conversation but from the things i’ve seen, you look like a total sweetie pie

Do I:

RP with them: i unfortunately do notWant to RP with them: yes yes i would love that :’)

What is my;

Overall Opinion: aaaamazing stiles. talented mun. oh and has a beautiful theme. so go do the thing??

      "you remember what it felt                 like, don't you?" 

           maybe he was about to dig himself into a deeper hole            than he'd already been in with the mccall pack, but he            figured a small attack on the human might benefit him            in the end. bringing up stiles' past was probably risky,            and he might get a few of the facts wrong, but at least            he did his research. it was a vulnerable point, and maybe            this would get him closer to scott. an interrogation was            in order, and the blond was determined to get inside of            the other's mind. to make stiles look like the bad guy.

Slight hands raise to press against tired eyes, a soft sigh slipping from her lips. While maths will never be her strong point, for Stiles, she's at least trying. It is hard, to try, but Malia knows that this second chance she has been given is one that she shouldn't ignore.

                 ❛—— can we stop soon? I think my brain is leaking.❜

u are kira and kira is u tbh that sounds like something she would do i mean she’s a katana wielding badass but she’s also an awkward lil shit

she amount of times people compare me to kira is slightly frightening

She hates herself for not being able to meet his eyes, for the cruel words of the nogitsune echoing in his voice every time she dares to look at him. Instead she gazes at her notebook with alarming intensity, knowing that none of the pack have moved on. Lydia can still feel that instant when Allison died, felt the sword enter flesh & bone & rip the one person she loved more than any other from life. She can't help but feel as though she should have been able to do something. They are all broken now, she, Stiles & Scott, all alone in their aching minds. When he speaks, hand resting on her elbow, she hates the way she flinches away from his touch, swallows hard & tries to focus on the present, not the past. Easier said than done, of course.                                   

                                                    ❛—— I didn't ---- what did you say?❜   

                Every effort she makes to pretend that she is okay is in                 danger of failing, her voice trembles as she speaks, her                 hands twisting in her lap. Lydia taps the end of her pen                 against her mouth to try to hide it, a strained smile on                 her lips as she does so. She knows it was not Stiles, it                 was a creature far older, far crueller than any they've seen.                 She knows Stiles would never hurt them like that thing                 did. & yet, it's his voice in her nightmares.                                     

❛I was thinking about something.❜