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zacksnydered · 2 years

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TEEN WOLF ( 2011 – 2017 ) 4.12 Smoke and Mirrors

#teen wolf #twedit #twdaily #derek hale #derekhaleedit #tyler hoechlin #tylerhoechlinedit #hoechlinedit #twcastedit #filmtvedit #tvedit #mine.#edit: gifs.#show: teen wolf.#char: derek hale.#just my favorite quote #and also cos he looks like he's walking around swinging his big dick #teenwolfedit

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beacon-hills · 1 year

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hello it’s been forever pls accept this sterek fanart which i imagined as a meet-cute college au

#sterek #sterek fanart #teen wolf fanart #teen wolf #sterek art #stiles stilinski #derek hale #fanart #mine #it’s nice to come back and draw familiar chars #i realized how much i’ve improved in drawing

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sweetlullabyebye · 1 year

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Ok so this makes no sense but here are characters from Teen Wolf as quotes from a french poetry book, because I have to know quotes from said french poetry book and none of them are sticking in my head. This whole thing makes no sense feel free to ignore.

Isaac:

L'homme fuit l'asphyxie. L'homme dont l'appétit hors de l'imagination se calfeutre sans finir de s'approvisionner, se délivrera par les mains. (L'Avant-Monde: Argument)

The man flees asphyxiation. The man whose appetite outside of the imagination seals itself off without finishing stocking up, will free himself by the hands. (The Foreworld: Argument)

Stiles:

J'ai rapporté du désespoir un panier si petit, mon amour, qu'on a pu le tresser en osier. (La Compagne du Vannier)

Tout à jamais prit fin. (Le Loriot)

I brought back from despair a basket so small, my love, that it could be woven with wicker. (The Basketmaker's Companion)

Everything ended forever. (The Oriole)

Theo:

Le décolleté diminue les ossements de ton exil, de ton escrime; Tu rends fraîche la servitude qui se dévore le dos; Risée de la nuit, arrête ce charroi lugubre

De voix vitreuses, de départs lapidés.

[...]

Je ne verrai pas tes flancs, ces essaims de faim, se dessécher, s'emplir de ronces; Je ne verrai pas l'empuse te succéder dans ta serre ; Je ne verrai pas l'approche des baladins inquiéter le jour renaissant; Je ne verrai pas la race de notre liberté servilement se suffire. Chimères, nous sommes montés au plateau. [...] L'intime dénouement de l'irréparable. [...] La Femme respire, l'Homme se tient debout. (Le Visage Nuptial)

The neckline diminishes the bones of your exile, of your fencing; You make fresh the servitude that devours its back; Laugh of the night, stop this bleak cartage

Of glassy voices, of stoned departures.

[...] I will not see your sides, these swarms of hunger, dry up, fill with thorns; I will not see the parasite succeed you in your greenhouse; I will not see the approach of the wanderers disturb the renewed day; I will not see the race of our freedom subserviently suffice itself. Chimeras, we went up to the plateau. [...] The intimate outcome of the irremediable. [...] The Woman breathes, the Man stands. (The Bridal Face)

Lydia:

X- Il convient que la poésie soit inséparable du prévisible, mais non encore formulé.

XIII- Fureur et mystère tour à tour le séduisirent et le consumèrent.

XXXII- Le poète ne s'irrite pas de l'extinction hideuse de la mort, mais confiant en son toucher particulier transforme toute chose en laines prolongées.

XLIX- À chaque effondrement des preuves le poète répond par une salve d'avenir.

(Partage Formel)

X- Poetry should be inseparable from the foreseeable, but not yet formulated.

XIII- Fury and mystery one after the other seduced and consumed him.

XXXII- The poet is not irritated by the hideous extinction of death, but confident that his particular touch transforms everything into prolonged wools.

XLIX- At each collapse of the evidence the poet responds with a burst of the future.

(Formal Sharing)

Liam:

40- Discipline, comme tu saignes!

48- Je n'ai pas peur. J'ai seulement le vertige. Il me faut réduire la distance entre l'ennemi et moi.

63- On ne se bat bien que pour les causes qu'on modèle soi-même et avec lesquelles on se brûle en l'identifiant.

92- Tout ce qui a le visage de la colère et n'élève pas la voix.

104- Les yeux seuls sont encore capables de pousser un cri.

219- Brusquement tu te souviens que tu as un visage. Les traits qui en formaient le modelé n'étaient pas tous les traits du chagrin, jadis.

(Les Feuillets d'Hypnos)

40- Discipline, how you bleed!

48- I am not afraid. I only have vertigo. I must close the distance between the enemy and me.

63- We only fight well for the causes that we model ourselves and with which we burn ourselves by identifying it.

92- Anything that has the face of anger and does not raise its voice.

104- Only the eyes are still capable of crying out.

219- Suddenly you remember that you have a face. The features that shaped it were not all the features of grief, before.

(Hypnos' notebooks)

Mason:

83- Le poète, conservateur des infinis visages du vivant. (Feuillets d'Hypnos)

83- The poet, keeper of the infinite faces of the living. (Hypnos' notebooks)

Hayden:

J'étais dans une de ces forêts où le soleil n'a pas accès mais où, la nuit, les étoiles pénètrent pour d'implacables hostilités. (Les Loyaux Adversaires: Pénombre)

I was in one of those forests where the sun does not have access but where, at night, the stars enter for relentless hostilities. (The Loyal Adversaries: Darkness)

Scott:

Glas d'un monde trop aimé, j'entends les monstres qui piétinent sur une terre sans sourire. (Poéme Pulvérisé: Donnerbach Mühle)

La souffrance connaît peu de mots. [...] Songe à la maison parfaite que tu ne verras jamais monter. (J'habite une douleur)

Partout essaime le nouveau mal tolérant. (Pulvérin)

Death knell of a world too loved, I hear the monsters that trample on a land without smiling. (Pulverized Poem: Donnerbach Mühle)

Suffering knows few words. [...] Think of the perfect house that you will never see built. (I live in a pain)

The new tolerant evil swarms everywhere. (Pulverized)

Allison:

Rivière trop tôt partie, d'une traite, sans compagnon, Donne aux enfants de mon pays le visage de ta passion. [...] Rivière souvent punie, rivière à l'abandon. [...] Rivière au cœur jamais détruit dans ce monde fou de prison, garde-nous violent et ami des abeilles de l'horizon. (La Fontaine narrative: La Sorgue)

River gone too soon, in one go, without a companion, Give the children of my country the face of your passion. [...] River often punished, river abandoned. [...] River with a heart never destroyed in this crazy world of prison, keep us violent and friend of the bees of the horizon. (The narrative fountain: The Sorgue)

Derek:

Assez creusé, assez miné sa part prochaine. Le pire est dans chacun, en chasseur, dans son flanc. Vous qui n'êtes qu'une pelle que le temps soulève, retournez-vous sur ce que j'aime, qui sanglote à côté de moi, et fracassez-nous, je vous prie, que je meure une bonne fois. (Assez creusé)

Enough dug, enough mined the next part. The worse is in everyone, as a hunter, in their flank. You who are only a shovel lifted by time, turn around on what I love, who sobs beside me, and smash us, I beg you, that I die once and for all. (Enough dug)

Corey:

Dans les rues de la ville il y a mon amour. Peu importe où il va dans le temps divisé. Il n'est plus mon amour, chacun peut lui parler. Il ne se souvient plus; qui au juste l'aima? (Allégeance)

In the streets of the city there is my love. It doesn't matter where he goes in the split time. He is no longer my love, everyone can talk to him. He no longer remembers; who exactly loved him? (Allegiance)

All the quotes are from 'Fureur et Mystère' by René Char btw.

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b0yds · 1 year

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second!

#ii. char. — erica reyes.#ii. dyn. — erica reyes.#ii. rel. — erica reyes.#ii. char. — isaac lahey.#ii. dyn. — isaac lahey.#ii. rel. — isaac lahey.#ii. char. — cora hale.#ii. dyn. — cora hale.#ii. rel. — cora hale.#ii. char. — derek hale.#ii. dyn. — derek hale.#ii. char. — scott mccall.#ii. dyn. — scott mccall.#ii. rel. — scott mccall.#ii. char. — allison argent.#ii. dyn. — allison argent.#ii. char. — stiles stilinski.#ii. dyn. — stiles stilinski.#ii. char. — jackson whittemore.#ii. dyn. — jackson whittemore.#ii. char. — lydia martin.#ii. dyn. — lydia martin.#ii. char. — malia tate.#ii. char. — kira yukimura.#ii. char. — liam dunbar.#ii. char. — theo raeken.#ii. dyn. — beta pack.#ii. dyn. — hale pack.#ii. dyn. — mccall pack.

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soulofapatrick · 1 year

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Changes for the Better - Peter Hale

Summary: Derek sees his uncle find love in the most unexpected person

Words: 600

Warnings: none I think

Derek Hale's POV:

A monster that hunts virgins in Beacon Hills, just fucking great. What next? Something feeding on kids? As a pack we decided it was best if Y/N wasn't involved because he's... he's a virgin and as the emissary he's at a greater risk than any of us. We've been avoiding the boy for weeks now as we try find the creature and get out of here and it's horrible. He's been to the land the burnt out shell of the Hale House multiple times a week and I have had to hide every single time because the boy cannot get tangled up in this mess of a situation.

I thought he'd given up after a five or so days of him not coming to find me but then that familiar scent wafts towards me through the breezing and I'm running, taking perch in a tree near the edge of the clearing like a fucking twilight character stalking whatever her name is.

"I can't fucking take it!" Y/N screams from where he's come to a stop on the what is left of the doorstep. He glances around as pure rage and sadness pheromones waft my way, my heart aching to help him but I can't. It's safer if I leave him be. It's safer for him not to be near any of us.

The splintering of wood drags me from my thoughts as Y/N has grabbed a plank of charred wood and is smashing it against any part of the house he can reach while he yells angrily about how the pack have abandoned him and how he feels so alone. There's a slicing of skin as the wood goes flying from his grip leaving splinters but Y/N doesn't seem to notice as he just goes on to punching and kicking the house until his knees give out and he's sobbing into his now bloody and probably broken hands.

"I'm sorry Derek, I can't not do anything," My uncle - Peter's - voice reaches me from somewhere in the woods before he's emerging into the clearing and making his way towards the adopted Stilinski. I can't do much except watch how the ex-alpha makes his presence known before sinking down beside the heartbroken boy, pulling him into his arms.

"Peter?" The Stilinski asks in a broken voice and Peter just shushes him softly, pulling the boy closer to him and resting his head on Y/N messy cinnamon hair. My eyes widen as I see faint black lines skittering up my uncles' arms because from what I remember Peter Hale did not care enough to take anyone's pain let alone do it without thinking like he is now, "Why...?"

"Shhh, I've got you Sweetheart," Peter whispers, pressing a kiss to the smaller boy's hair before adding, "Come on, let's get you cleaned up."

"Can I see the kittens?" My pup asks softly, letting Peter gently manhandle him into his car but in the passenger seat. The only word I can use to describe Peter's actions towards my pup is lovingly.

"Of course you can," The ex-alpha smiles lovingly at Y/N as he settles in the driver seat, the pup's bottom lip trembling a little when he smiles back. When Peter leans over and presses a loving kiss to Y/N’s lips and Stilinski doesn't pull away I almost fall from the tree because they're... Peter Angus Hale is in love with the younger Stilinski? He's loving towards the younger Stilinski. Him and Stilinski...

#peter hale x reader #peter hale x male reader #Peter Hale #peter hale fluff #peter hale x y/n #teen wolf oc #teen wolf imagine #teen wolf oneshot

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naturally-geeky · 1 year

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** I felt like writing**

Stiles had found Derek sitting on the Nemeton in the woods surrounding his apartment in DC. At first, things has been silent. He’d slowly walked up to where Derek was, focused on nothing but the man.

“Stiles, you have to help me,” Derek had said.

The logic part of Stiles’ brain knew he should be confused, but Dream!Stiles just kept walking closer and closer.

“What happened?” He finally asked, close enough to see Derek clearly. Close enough to see the charred skin around his neck, and the slight smoke wafting off his clothes.

“I’m stuck, you need to help me,” he repeated, this time flickering in and out of view for a split second.

“What happened?” Stiles repeated.

“Bardo…” Derek said, before Stiles found himself waking up in a cold sweat.

Wiping the sweat from his face, rolled over before sighing deeply. “What the Hell was that…” he whispered to himself, unable focus on anything else.

There was another sigh before Stiles reached over and grabbed his cell off the beside table. It was 3am in DC, and he needed to make a phone call.

The line rang twice before a familiar voice picked up, “Stiles?” It exclaimed.

“Scott, what the hell happened out there? I never claimed to be psychic or magical, but care to explain to me why Derek Hale came to me in a dream saying he’s stuck in Bardo and I need to save him?”

“Oooooh, that’s what the Sheriff means by complicated,” a distant voice said over the phone.

“Eli, shut up,” Scott harshly whispered, before focusing back on Stiles. “The Nogistune came back… he sacrificed himself so Parrish could destroy it.”

“For the love of God, I leave you guys alone for once in your lives and you get him killed again… Jesus Scott, why didn’t you call me?”

“We didn’t want to bring you back into this, after what happened the first time,” Scott said sympathetically.

“I get that, but you know how bad your plans are…”

#derek hale #stiles stilinski #teen wolf #sterek #teen wolf movie fix-it #my thoughts wandered again #why they need stiles #teen wolf movie

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solesommerso · 1 year

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ dinner with no chairs ⋆ﾟ⊹

pairing: derek hale x reader

prompt: “you need some real food. come sit, i made dinner.”

a/n: look @blathannabeaga I remembered how to write fluff !!

warnings: set sometime in season 2 before derek finds out that jackson is the kanima

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You huff as you watch Derek angrily slam another book shut, it’s been hours of him researching and while you know how important it is, this is getting exhausting just to watch. It’s nearing nine pm now, you can’t remember the last time Derek has eaten or even moved from his spot leaning against the charred wall of the Hale house. You make a mental note to try and get him to come to your house the next time you two decide to spend hours hunched over books, just to be somewhere not so close to falling apart above you two.

“I’ll be right back.” You call out and while you know Derek hears you, he gives zero reaction to your leaving. Too absorbed in finding a way to save whoever the poor bastard is that’s turning into a lizard and killing people almost nightly.

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It takes all of twenty minutes for you to pick up a hefty amount of takeout for the two of you, and a couple pieces of cake from the convenience store that’s close to the trail of woods you have to drive through to get back to Derek. The view is nice, peaceful, there’s no other houses around nor any other people, you can see why Derek misses the house so much.

Derek hasn’t moved an inch when you step back inside, rolling your eyes when he gives you half a wave once the door bangs shut. The table is dusty and barely holding up given the past damage from the fire and the amount of backs that have been slammed onto that thing, it’s a wonder how it hasn’t collapsed into dust yet.

But you take your luck where you can get it and start to set out the takeout, there’s no chairs around but you’ve been sitting on the floor all day so you figure it’ll be fine.

“you need some real food. come sit, I made dinner.” Kind of. Derek stands, cracking his back as he does, and side eyes the display of food you have laid out.

“You bought dinner, and there’s no chairs.” You slap at his arm with a groan when he smirks all cockily at his own teasing.

“Oh shut up and just eat would you.” You reach for a box of rice, trying not to show that you’re watching Derek’s every move as you are genuinely worried that he hasn’t eaten anything all day. If he does feel your eyes he doesn’t say anything and casually grabs one of the containers of pasta you bought.

“You know you didn’t have to do this.” Hale slumps against the wall, sliding down next to where to sit resting your food on a closed book on your lap as a makeshift table.

“I know, I just wanted to.” You shrug, a warm smile pulling on your lips when Derek softly presses a kiss to your forehead.

“Thank you, really.” His lips linger a bit, you lean into it and let your head eventually fall to his shoulder with a content sigh. You know how grateful he is without words, though you appreciate the sincerity in his tone and how his arm wraps around your shoulders to pull you in closer.

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#writing #teen wolf #derek hale #derek hale x reader #dh

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renmackree · 9 months

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Could you do nr. 5 with sterek please? I love these!

I absolutely can :3

Prompt me up!: Open

5. “Don’t you ever do that again!”

Stiles took a deep breath, closing his eyes as he toed his shoes and socks off. The fresh packed dirt was still loose from this afternoon, barely hours cold. For a moment, Stiles wondered if this was the right place, but the spiral of aconite was enough for him to confirm that this was the grave of a wolf. A stupid, self sacrificing, people pleasing wolf. He grabbed the items he needed, putting each one on the packed dirt in it's place - Urn of Osiris, Vino de Madre, black candles, and a strip of bark from the Nemeton. Slowly he placed each item in the urn and lit the black candle before setting the spiral of flowers ablaze.

Stiles buried his toes in the dirt and began chanting the spell:

"Osiris, keeper of the gate, master of all fate, hear us. Before time and after, before knowing and nothing. Accept our of--"

"Is this really going to work?" A voice interrupted him, Stiles blinking as he turned to see Eli standing holding another candle.

"Did Lydia scream?" Stiles asked, cocking a brow at the teenager. Eli thought for a minute and shook his head, pressing the candle a little closer to him. "Then we have a good chance if I can actually get the spell off."

Stiles cleared his throat again and lifted his hand.

"Osiris--"

"Who taught you this spell?" Eli interrupted and then closed his mouth again. Stiles could tell the boy was nervous. He had just watched his father burn to death only a night ago and no one had thought to call Stiles until Eli had tearfully called in his one favor Stiles had promised him. He really should cut the kid some slack.

"I found it in a book a while back in the Hale Vault, apparently they had gotten it after a Hellmouth collapsed in Sunnydale." Stiles offered another weary smile. "Now, kindly shut up so I can kick your dad's ass ok?"

Eli smiled a little, nodding.

Stiles, satisfied that the teenager wasn't going to interrupt again, began to murmur the spell.

"Osiris, keeper of the gate, master of all fate, hear us. Before time and after, before knowing and nothing Accept our offering, know our prayer. Osiris, here lies the warrior of the people, Let him cross over. Osiris, let him cross over Release him!"

Thunder boomed across the sky, the candles light flickered and were snuffed out. For a moment, nothing happened. Stiles glanced into the urn and saw the bark had been charred to a crisp, the remnants of the Nemeton were unidentifiable among the other ingredients. They waited for a minute. Two minutes. Ten minutes. Still, nothing. It should have worked! He had given everything the damn spell had asked for!

"Are you fucking happy?!" Stiles cried at the sky. "Big cosmic joke, huh? You give me stupid--" he kicked the dirt with his bare feet. "--sparks of --" he kicked again, knocking the candle over, "--magic and for what? Party tricks? Stupid mountain ash circles?"

Stiles let out a roar of frustration, slamming his fist again into the headstone right over the words beloved Father. "You. Fucking. Asshole. Wolf. Come. Back." Stiles began to slam his fists over the words. Derek. Hale. Derek. Hale. Derek. Hale. Blood dripped from his knuckles as he shook his hands into the dirt itself, shaking his head. He grabbed the urn, picking it up and smashing it to the ground in frustration, watching as it shattered into a thousand pieces. The dirt now covered in ash, blood, and pottery.

Lightning cracked across the sky and the sound of a howl broke through in the distance as loud as the thunder. Stiles knew that howl, he'd heard that howl in his dreams. Eli and Stiles' heads whipped around, both of them scrambling towards the sound of the beast. Stiles hadn't even put his shoes back on, running through the trees towards the Preserve. Towards the Nemeton. Eli was faster, the teenager racing ahead of Stiles with earnest. Stiles pushed himself a little more until he almost ran into Eli.

Standing on the stump was a black wolf, head pulled back as it continued to howl into the night. Stiles took a step forward, holding his hand up as the wolf's eyes met his. Bright red flashed and the wolf stepped forward. Slowly the fur melted and each step became more and more human until Derek Hale was standing in front of Stiles. Eli ran forward, almost knocking Stiles off balance and wrapped his arms tightly against Derek's waist. The wolf winced, still clearly sensitive from his departure from this world, but he wrapped his arms around Eli tightly.

"Stiles." Derek's voice sounded rough, tense like he hadn't used it for a while. Like he had swallowed ash.

Stiles took a deep breath, walking forward. Eli broke his hug, taking a step back as he watched the two. For a moment, nothing happened. Then, Stiles pulled his hand back and slammed it into Derek's face. He then grabbed the man and pressed their lips together as hard as he could, not even caring that he could taste Derek's blood on his lips from the broken nose.

"“Don’t you ever do that again!” Stiles growled loudly.

"Die?" Derek asked in clarification, though his voice seemed bemused.

"Die, sacrifice yourself, be a martyr, burn alive -- what ever. Never again. Not without my permission. You have to ask me now. 'Stiles please can I be a fucking idiot and die for no reason?'"

Derek swallowed hard, Stiles feeling it in the hands still tightly holding the wolf's face. "Nothing without your permission."

Stiles nodded, taking another deep breath. "That's better. Now. Let's find you pants."

#welcome to the hale mouth #sterek #inbox fanfiction #did ren actually do a movie canon thing?#yes yes they did

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steter-bang · 9 months

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You made it through another week! Yay! 🥳

Enjoy some fic recs from our current Steter Bang participants under the cut! ☺️

Is This Real Enough For You? Author: alikatastic Rating: Not Rated Words: 13,701 Summary: "The signs had been there, but it didn’t mean Stiles wasn’t shocked. Stiles and Derek had been married for five years, but Stiles had felt it coming to an end and had been for over a year, so he wasn’t surprised when Derek handed him divorce papers. He needed to live his life, become genuinely independent, maybe even have a ho-phase. (We are mad at Derek)((Peter is back in town))(((Maybe can find true love this time around)))"

[ART] Like Treading Water Artist: Susihukka Rating: G Summary: "Art for the story Like Treading Water by infiniteeight"

here in the reeds Author: frankie_31 Rating: E Words: 17,087 Summary: "Peter Hale is not afraid of dying. Not anymore, at least. Once, Death was something he feared. An ending chapter to the strange book of life. A grand, somber pause. But between the resurrections and the awful concept of living his lonely, miserable life for an unspecified amount of time, death lost its sparkle. Dying did, however, chase him far away from Beacon Hills. Far from charred wood and smashed picture frames and all those lonely, lonely memories. Far from Derek and Scott’s watchful eye, and far from the dark cloud of fatality that Peter had found himself trapped under. Dying chased him to the rain-soaked coast of Humboldt County, where the mountains met the seas and all things are neatly hidden behind the emerald curtain of the old-growth redwoods."

#steter bang 2023 #fic rec friday

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ohhalefire · 1 year

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Ten Random Lines

Rules: pick any ten of your fics, scroll to the midpoint, pick a line (or three) and share it. Then tag ten people.

Thanks for the tag, @sterekxhale!

lol I've only posted a few fics, so I'm gonna include some wips as they currently stand~ All are Team Woof and sterek or pre-sterek, because I'm nothing if not predictable.

Either Way (You'll Figure It Out Someday) | complete/posted on ao3, gen, 9612 words

The Hale House is filling with light. Spreading from the charred edges of the entrance hall, crawling around the walls, is a strange and brilliant un-fire, de-burning, restoring. In its eerie wake come clean walls, never singed; photos reappearing in their frames, unmelted; cracks in glass fixtures retreating, long-dead bulbs igniting in their lamps. It’s as impossible as the rest of this place. Derek can’t speak.

In The Shadows Of Karma | written in round-robin format with @greyhavenisback, @blue-eyedbeta, and @halinski | complete on tumblr/not yet posted on ao3, teen, 60k+ words

Your heart is a garden, Derek Hale, Talia had said. You need to tend it. He looked over to his sleeping companion. Stiles’ hair was somehow already mussed against the pillow, a whole night’s worth of bedhead accumulated in only the last five minutes. Long fingers held onto the comforter like a lifeline, almost crushing it under his hands, and yet his mouth was relaxed, lips parted in a perfect cupid’s bow. Derek ached just looking at him.

Welcome to the Jungle (Five Times) | incomplete/unposted, gen, unknown final word count (taken from midpoint of current draft)

Stiles was kinda nervous when they walked in, honestly - it wasn’t like he’d ever been to a Pride event, after all, and he’d had no idea what to expect. Would he be clocked as an interloper? An outsider? Would the incredibly cool, intimidatingly attractive glitter-covered people on the dance floor all point and laugh at him until he fled the premises in shame? Was he simply not covered in enough rainbows? For a moment, hovering by the entrance, every single one of his implausible worst-case scenarios seemed not only possible, but inevitable.

Untitled WIP, detailing what happened in North Carolina leading up to the FBI's warehouse raid and Stiles getting his toe shot off | incomplete/unposted, teen, unknown final word count (taken from midpoint of current draft)

Now that he was talking, Stiles couldn’t stop. As usual, really. A dam had broken between his brain and his tongue, and words came out like a flood. “I didn’t tell them or anything, so don’t worry - they just think ‘Wolf Man�� is a nickname, not an actual biological fact. Although I guess maybe do worry, since, you know, you’re wanted by the FBI for mass murder and all.” He winced at his own words. Awkward.

Untitled Disneyland Fic | incomplete/unposted, gen, unknown final word count (taken from midpoint of current draft)

Stiles is so excited, he’s bouncing. He hasn’t been to Disneyland in years - since before his mom died - and while he doesn’t remember much, he knows it was amazing. In the Magic Kingdom, the Stilinski family had been whole, and they’d been happy, and that’s exactly what he needs right now.

My other two major WIPs are still being structured, without anything like... written down yet 😂

I tag the round-robiners mentioned above, if you want to/have anything to share, plus @usergrantaire 💜

#my writing #text post

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monsterrae1 · 2 years

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ILU for the ask meme plus did your icon change because I love it!

Hi Drace!! Yes it's new a friend made it for me! I'm happy you like it <3

I - Has tumblr caused you to stop liking any fandoms, if so, which and why

Marvel probably? That fandom was huh, rough sometimes, I dipped in and out of it for a while. I think it's one of the most toxic fandoms i've seen tbh.

L - Say something genuinely nice about a character who isn’t one of your faves (chars you’re neutral on are fair game, as are chars you dislike)

this is kinda hard, cause I don't usually think of characters I don't like ??? Mmm Matt Donovan from TVD-verse was always a very loyal friend so I admire that

U - 5 favorite characters from 5 different fandoms

Derek Hale - Teen Wolf

Dean Winchester - Supernatural

James Buchanan Barnes - MCU

Evan Buck Buckley - 911

Ian Gallagher - Shameless US

Fandom meme asks

#answered #drace #fandom meme asks

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zacksnydered · 2 years

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TYLER HOECHLIN as DEREK HALE.

#tyler hoechlin #derek hale #hoechlinedit #derekhaleedit #haleedit #twedit #twdaily #twcastedit #filmtvedit #teen wolf #teenwolfedit #mine.#edit: gifs.#fc: tyler hoechlin.#show: teen wolf.#char: derek hale.#just pretty

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hiddenwashington · 2 years

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jacyevans · 3 years

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LOVE AND WAR — A TEEN WOLF FANMIX SERIES VOL 2 : THE KILLER IN ME IS THE KILLER IN YOU — A MIX FOR DEREK HALE

LISTEN ON SPOTIFY

01. IN FOR THE KILL - BILLIE MARTIN 02. DEVIL SIDE - FOXES 03. COUNTING PATHS - MATTHEW AND THE ATLAS 04. BEAUTIFUL CRIME - TAMER 05. BURY - UNIONS 06. AND THE WORLD WAS GONE - SNOW GHOSTS 07. ALL IS LOST - KATIE GARFIELD 08. I GAVE YOU ALL - MUMFORD & SONS 09. THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY - THE CIVIL WARS 10. YOUR BONES - OF MONSTERS AND MEN 11. WHERE DO I EVEN START? - MORGAN TAYLOR REID 12. IMPOSSIBLE - JAMES ARTHUR 13. CURSE - KODA 14. THE DRIVER - BASTILLE 15. LOST IT ALL - JILL ANDREWS 16. MAN OR A MONSTER - SAM TINNESZ, ZAYDE WOLF 17. HURT - 2WEI 18. INTO THE FIRE (ACOUSTIC) - ASKING ALEXANDRIA 19. DISARM (ACOUSTIC) - THE SMASHING PUMPKINS 20. HOME II - DOTAN 21. OUT OF THE DARKNESS - MATTHEW AND THE ATLAS 22. RIVAL - RUELLE 23. KILLER + THE SOUND - PHOEBE BRIDGERS, NOAH GUNDERSEN, ABBY GUNDERSEN 24. SCAR - FOXES 25. DEAR WORMWOOD - THE OH HELLOS

(mix notes under the cut. for @haleweek day seven - free day)

VOLUME ONE: BECOME THE BEAST - KATE ARGENT

I had this idea for a series chronicling Kate, Derek, Scott, and Allison, their personalities, and how their backstories and relationships mirror each other. Each mix can stand alone, but they are meant listened to as a set. There will be a very purposeful overlap of some of the songs.

This series has been a labor of love and hate - which is apt. I’ve made plenty of mixes before over my years in fandom, but I’ve never embarked on a project this massive. I put a lot of time and thought into putting this together, and I think that comes through. I sincerely hope you enjoy it, too.

The series is as follows:

Vol 1 - Become the Beast - Kate Vol 2 - The Killer in Me is the Killer in You - Derek Vol 3 - Real Girls Don’t Take Aim Like Kings Do These Days - Allison Vol 4 - You Are The Moon - Scott Vol 5 - Like Hollow Lullabies - Derek/Allison

#fanmix #haleofaweek #char: derek hale #tv: teen wolf #allison mix coming soon #my mixes #the field in which i lay my feels for derek hale #love and war: a teen wolf fanmix series

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underappreciatedsterek · 3 years

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Finstock’s FunStockyards by toilet with a view // 7.8k // T

It was supposed to be a nice day at an amusement park.

“Peter, can you come to Finstock’s? I need help with– I can’t even with this shit right now.”

“Is that screaming I hear?”

“Just,” Laura watched as Derek closed in on Fluffyballs, the Finstock’s FunStockyards’ mascot, who was screaming murder, literally, and moving surprisingly fast, now that the bottom of the suit had torn and the kid had full use of his legs, “just come. And don’t tell mom.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

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In case you're wondering, it's Stiles in the suit.

Note: I found this fic a few years back when filling someone’s request to the blog for some crack fics. I came across it again when scrolling back through old posts and gave it another read and had a good chuckle, so here it is as a proper rec this time!