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{ An indie selective and private Lydia Martin roleplay blog, tracking the tag: bravexbanshee. the images and the character are not mine.}

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my guidelines are under the first heart. my reply time is rapid but i don't always expect you to be rapid as well. my tagging system is under reconstruction. the icons are not mine and neither is the background image. this wonderful theme is the work of carson.

STATISTICS;

  • starters owed: xx
  • replies owed: infinite
  • status: online






feltfearless:

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                    Abort. Crap. Mission failed. 

          [ text ; sms —- Lyds ] My mental status is just fine. 
          [ text ; sms —- Lyds ] I was totally talking about the public education system. 
          [ text ; sms —- Lyds ] Really don’t need you to play shrink thanks. 

          [ text ; sms —- stiles ] It’s not like I’m an expert on this or anything,
          [ text ; sms —- stiles ] But– how about we stop acting like I’m stupid.
          [ text ; sms —- stiles ] And discuss your problems like semi-rational adults. 

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feltfearless:

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          [ text ; sms —- Lyds ] I mean obviously. 
          [ text ; sms —- Lyds ] What else would I be talking about?

                                             And hes the master of going with the flow. 

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          [ text ; sms —- stiles ] Your mental status.
          [ text ; sms —- stiles ] I’m perfectly prepared to play therapist if you need me to.

{ mind your own business,
said everyone everywhere.
it’s a good thing lydia’s never
listened, isn’t it? }







feltfearless:

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          [ text ; sms —- ??? ] I don’t know how much longer I can do this… 
          [ text ; sms —- ??? ] Every day just ends up sucking more than the one before.

          [ text ; sms —- stiles ] You do mean the public education system, right?
          [ text ; sms —- stiles ] They just keep dumbing everything down.  I’m worried about the future.

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{ oh lydia, aren’t you the
master of avoiding the
obvious? }







xplameni:

( text: lydia martin ) Lydia, you know full well I am busy working.
( text: lydia martin ) but, i’m sure the sheriff will let me clock off early.

{ text ; deputy do me } Busy can have two different meanings. Busy with me or busy with paperwork. I know which one I prefer. Do you?
{ text ; deputy do me } Oh good. I thought I was going to have to do everything all by myself.







xplameni

{ text ; deputy do me } See, don’t tell me that you’re busy working when I’m naked and home alone .
{ text ; deputy do me } It makes me less inclined to repeat my offer again.







Text → Deputy Parrish (xplameni)

xplameni:

( text sent to: martin, l. ) Hmmm, how about 50? Oh, no, the infinite amount sounds better. You can have as many kisses as you want, Lydia. & hey, my kisses are not good, they’re great.

{ text sent to; deputy do-me } All of them, of course. That is the amount I want. Great? I will be the judge of that, soldier!







Text → Deputy Parrish (xplameni)

xplameni:

( text sent to; martin. l. ) I’m pretty sure we would too. Oh, really? How many kisses? I’m sure I can comply to this method of payment.

{ text sent to; deputy do-me } I want really good kisses too. So how about eight? A nice even number. Or should it be twelve? Or an infinite amount of kisses?







Text → Deputy Parrish (xplameni)

xplameni:

( text sent to; martin, l. ) I presume I will be able to, yes. Yeah, you know, I don’t think the Sheriff’s eaten either.

{ text sent to; deputy do-me } I’m pretty sure that you two would starve without me. I expect kisses as payment, you know. :)







Text → Deputy Parrish (xplameni)

xplameni:

( text sent to; martin, l. ) Hm, perhaps we would’ve. Nah, don’t worry about it. You could always just bring yourself? I’ll be fine, though. I’ve gone longer periods without food. 

{ text sent to; deputy do-me } I think that you can last a little longer without me. But what if I get Stiles to drop off something for you and the Sheriff?







Text → Deputy Parrish (xplameni)

xplameni:

( text sent to; martin, l. ) I guess I did, but if I’d have stayed there, we’d have never met. I like spaghetti, but honestly I’d probably eat anything you made. I haven’t eaten all day.

{ text sent to; deputy do-me } We probably would have. Fate has a way of doing funny things to bring people together. – Do you want me to bring you something real quick? It’s going to be a while until seven and you probably shouldn’t be hungry while on the job. It clouds judgement.

hellish