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The Bold and the Bakerstreet
A Soap Opera/Telenovela Tropes Meme



Let's be honest, we play out some pretty crazy things on Bakerstreet, from budding romance to chilling betrayal, surprise twists and stunning plots worthy of any tv drama.

...but what if that drama was a soap opera?



Post your character, their backstory and what their role in this big soap opera is! Are they a high rolling Wall Street hedge fund manager? The charming and demure maid? Maybe your shonen hero is the new pool boy, or your superhero now finds himself a trophy husband to a hotshot lawyer wife who worships Satan! Give us a taste of what your character's soap opera life could be!

Any top-level left blank will be deleted.

1. "But Ramon...it's your baby!" Surprise pregnancies! Keep it, get rid of it, put it up for adoption, but definitely ask for a paternity test, she's also slept with the pool boy. Which brings us to...
2. "Rebecca, how could you?!" Someone caught their lover in flagrante delecto with another! /organ wail How awkward if it turns out-
3. "She's your sister!" Whoops. Incest a go-go.
4. "Your mother gave Caesar up in her grief" And thus, your long-lost sibling/aunt/cousin's brother's nephew's former roommate has come to crash the party.
5. "Speak now or forever hold your peace" Drama on the wedding day! You're a bride left at the altar, your former (and quite possibly long-lost) lover decides your trip down the aisle is a mistake. Maybe this whole marriage is an accident!
6. "I'm sorry, Jacqueline...it's terminal" Someone's going to die. You, your dog, your tenth secret love child, oh the drama. Just remember...
7. "Lupita, you're alive!" Death is only temporary in a soap opera. Maybe you even faked it!
8. "David...don't you remember me?" The amnesia option. You hit your head in a tragic hang-gliding accident what? and now you can't even recall your own name!
9. "It's a miracle!" Is your character in a coma? Not anymore! Bonus points if you pair it with #5
10. "I love you!" Three little anguished, desperate words, uttered at the worst moment possible.
11. "I have a terrible secret..." The catch-all! Anything else you want to add, go for it, just make it as cheesy and overwrought as you can.

Comments

[theboywhoscreamedwolf]

Well. I should probably be on my way. Plenty of trees to see.

[Stiles stared at Derek, just for a second, trying to figure him out. It was so frustrating, the not knowing.] Unless you'd like to escort me to the premises line yourself.

[grumpypuppy]

Do I need to?

[one eyebrow goes up, silently asking if he has to if it makes sure he leaves the preserve.]

[theboywhoscreamedwolf]

No.

[That doesn't sound suspicious at all. Nope.]

Hey man, it's your world I'm just living in it.

[grumpypuppy]

[yeah, Derek doesn't have time for this, so he's going to manhandle you a moment, Stiles, and grab you by the collar of your sweatshirt and starts to drag you along]

And now you're being ejected from it.

[oh look, the moon is starting to rise, and there are howls starting to fill the air]

[theboywhoscreamedwolf]

Okay, rude!

[Stiles stumbles along next to him, nearly braining himself when he trips on a tree root. The howls get his attention, though, and he twists in Derek's grip to look behind them, at the surrounding forest.]

There are wolves in these woods?

[grumpypuppy]

Where else would the wolves live?

[theboywhoscreamedwolf]

Not Northern California?

[Stiles raises an eyebrow at Derek, still bumbling his way through the woods.]

You live out here, dude, there aren't supposed to be any wolves in these parts.

[grumpypuppy]

Maybe they're just good at hiding.

[theboywhoscreamedwolf]

No, seriously, they're not in the wildlife registry. We should like, tell the Preservation Society.

[grumpypuppy]

No, we will leave them be and you'll forget you heard them.

[not mysterious at all]

[theboywhoscreamedwolf]

...dude, you're not raising wolves out here, are you?

[Of course Stiles jumps to conclusions.]

[grumpypuppy]

[faster than Stiles probably thought was possible, Derek turned and pressed Stiles up against a tree, a growl from deep in his throat. Was that the moonlight, or did his eyes flicked and glow blue for a moment?]

You're going to forget that you heard them, you hear me?

[theboywhoscreamedwolf]

Woah woah WOAH!

[Stiles backpedals hard, resisting the instinctive urge to grab Derek's arms as he was hoisted against the tree. This dude could break him in half without flinching, that much was clear; Stiles' self-preservation only went so far, however, and had no jurisdiction over his mouth.] You might want to think twice before attempting to physically intimidate a teenager. They've got dolls for this sort of thing.

[grumpypuppy]

Oh yeah. Why do I need a doll when I've already got one in my hands?

[he could hear the teenager's heartbeat, smell the anxiety. The predator in him wanted to do more to the teen, and the protection of his family was a very strong instinct.]

So you going to forget what you heard?

[theboywhoscreamedwolf]

Okay one, rude. Two, I'm telling you, rethink this schtick.

[He should probably shut up, like god, why does he skirt danger like a dumbass? But Stiles honestly can't help himself.]

Bite me, Francis.