GTKY post

[sparklesdani.livejournal.com]

The claims post is taking off, so here's the GTKY post! Please make a new comment for each of your characters!

<b>Name:</b> <b>Fandom:</b> <b>A little bit about you (as non-spoilery as possible):</b> <b>Conversational style:</b> <b>Anything else:</b> <b>Picture of you:</b>

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[ondragonflywing.livejournal.com]

Maybe it's because you make faces like that? *points to gif*

Werewolves, huh? *doesn't want to imagine adding werewolves where she's from, nods* I can believe it. Talking coyotes is getting mighty close.

Maybe the real world isn't much safer than where I'm from after all.

Are you a werewolf too?

~Diana

[sparklesdani.livejournal.com]

Hey! That's my sexy face, I'll have you know. And I just haven't matured yet. I'm like a fine wine, not quite ripe enough to pick.

*snorts* Please don't go around telling the werewolves that you called them talking coyotes. You'd be werewolf meat in seconds.

Oh god, no. I am the nice, calm, sensible human that everyone should listen to, but doesn't!

-Stiles

[ondragonflywing.livejournal.com]

*giggles, finds his rambling endearing, and him to be no threat*

I'm sixteen and pregnant, like a bad cliche. You don't have to be mature to be picked. You hardly have to be willing.

*laughs again* I'm not calling the werewolves talking coyotes. I assume they're different. But where I'm from. One day everyone over 15 vanished. And animals mutated. The coyotes talk. They're starving to death. Pack leader, will kill anything that moves to feed his dwindling pack.

I think your wolves would be in mighty be trouble with things possibly scarier than them, if they ate me.

*looks over at him with a grin, being manipulative to gain a friend, to be safe*

I'm listening, Stiles. What've you got to say?

~Diana

[sparklesdani.livejournal.com]

You're not going to be on that Teen Mom show, though, right? Because, no offense, but that show is kind of tacky and trashy. And unfortunately really addictive because I can't pull myself away from Amber's train wreck when I'm watching it at 2am.

*stares* That sounds worse than what's going on at Beacon Hills. You haven't brought any mutated cooties with you, have you?

Just...things. Things I've researched that would help save their werewolf asses, but they're too busy shoving me up against walls!

-Stiles

[ondragonflywing.livejournal.com]

What? No! Being on that show would be so much worse than being a bad cliche. I mean, I'm sure I'm more entertaining than Amber...I haven't seen Amber. We have no telephones, or television or internet or electricity in the FAYZ.

But my ratings would be way up there. Me and the mutant guy who can lift cars by thinking about it. Who could make whatever he wanted to happen with anyone happen with his powers. Me leaving him when the entire world goes dark and he thinks he can be king. The only king in the dark, is the man with the light. And that's not him. Talking coyotes... and worse. My powers. The baby's unknown powers. We beat Amber's ass.

*laughs*

Maybe. I don't know. Like I said, I have powers. And so does he/she/it. *points to belly*

Don't let them push you around. Find a way to be heard. I have to say that I'm a bit sick of saying I told you so, when I try to give people advice in our whacked out world. But I still enjoy being right. *smirks*

~Diana

[sparklesdani.livejournal.com]

*blinks* Oh my holy god, how do you live without internet? Like, that's the only thing that makes me survive! It helps me, like, research and figure out my best friend's a werewolf. And how do you communicate? Do you like howl at each other? *weak howl*

That would be a kick ass reality show. Amber's just white trash, so you could totally wipe the floor with her, especially with your mutant boyfriend dude.

-Stiles

[ondragonflywing.livejournal.com]

*giggles*

That is a really pathetic howl. I mean if you're going to do it. You should give it your all. *howls like she used to hear the coyotes do outside her window before they developed speech patterns* Probably not as good as your wolf friends, but still.

We use card catalogs and books. We get it done the old fashioned way.

*shrugs*

Actually I didn't start researching anything until I ended up pregnant. I kind of had other people do the work for me before.

*laughs*

If there was electricity, I'd say maybe we should try to film it all, and sell it when we get out. No one would believe us though. We would just be some kids really good at special effects.

*shakes head*

He's definitely not my boyfriend. He managed to keep me safe until his need for power kicked in. And he chose a fake crown over me.

~Diana

[sparklesdani.livejournal.com]

*ducks after you howl* Are they coming? Did you summon them? Are all your coyote friends coming to rip my throat out?

But that's so much effort! How do you find anything? I mean, Wikipedia has everything! I wrote a whole essay on the history of male circumcision just by using wikipedia.

Oh man, that sucks. Want me to sic my werewolf friends on him? Beat him up a bit? Or just share a tub of ice cream? I have chocolate chip cookie dough.

-Stiles

[ondragonflywing.livejournal.com]

*shakes her hand giggling*

They aren't my coyote friends. The coyotes have no friends. But each other and the evil gaiaphage that gave them the gift of speech. And Drake. Because he's psycho.

It's not too hard. Not really. At least all the information I get is completely accurate. Can't say the same about your information on circumcision. *grins a little to show she's teasing*

No, no, it's okay. He's not worth the energy. Or the time. But I will take you up on that ice cream.

~Diana

[sparklesdani.livejournal.com]

So it's not some creepy, cuddly coyote pack then? Just an evil bunch of coyotes being led by a creepy guy? Okay, I guess that's still frightening.

Hey, Wikipedia is completely accurate! Teachers don't want us to use it because they think we're lazy or something and want us to do actual research. It's all a conspiracy! *grins back*

*dishes up a couple bowls of ice cream and hands you one* Your ice cream, m'lady.

-Stiles