#giving characters brown eyes is my favorite activity actually

[catpetterz2]

Hmm yeah you posted amphibia once and it made me happy again today!! Reminder that that was really cool of you (also finally someone else whos a brown eye sasha truther)

AAA that is so sweet thank you!! :D amphibia never left my brain i need to draw them again sometime. and hell yeah brown eyed sasha is so real.. canon because i say so❤️

#giving characters brown eyes is my favorite activity actually #asks

[elinoracia]

🕷🕸 MY SPIDERSONA // Tarentule 🕸🕷

→ Let me introduce you to my Spidersona: Tarentule!

Ref sheet + infos :

● Spider-name: Tarantula (in english) // Tarentule (in french) // Tarantel (in german) ● Universe: Earth-9 // Switzerland ● Full name: Paloma Pey ● Age: Between 20 and 25 ● Love interest(s): Garson Stein or Mateo-James Wagner (love triangle) // Miguel O'hara (after being recruited) ● Job outside of superhero activities: Receptionnist

If you want to know more about her ↓

Personality, appearance and more :

● Friends: She is usually very shy and doesn't have many friends. But her best friend is Neon-Spider (oc/spidersona who belongs to luma_oku on instagram). She met her at the Spider Society (Earth-928B) after being recruited by Miguel O'hara. She also became friends with Pavitr Prabhakar and Miles Morales. ● Canon events: Being bitten by a radioactive tarentula, The death of her first best friend (Diana Dixon), the loss of her mother and the death of her second love interest (Garson Stein) because she couldn't save him. ● Personality: She used to be very bubbly and social but the death of her best friend (Diana Dixon) changed this aspect of her character. She is now quite scared to form meaningful bonds with people and is very shy and anxious around anyone who tries to talk to her. She still likes to crack some stupid jokes sometimes (only when she wears the mask). However, with her few close friends, she is very sweet and affectionate. ● Appearance: She has long brown hair with greenish hazel eyes. She is 5'6 (167 cm). She has a beauty mark under both of her eyes. ● Likes: The color pink, her family (father, sister and brother), cats, spicy food, shrimps and ice creams. ● Dislikes: Feeling anxious, loneliness, the color orange, celery, very loud noises and agressive people.

What inspired her design and spider-suit :

● Black cat: She was my main inspiration because I just love her vibe so much. ● Black/Venom spidersuit: I actually bought this suit (not me in the picture) and I wore it to multiple conventions so it just reminds me good memories. ● Fluffy fashion: I am obsessed with fluffy/fuzzy clothes. So cute. ● Black tarentula: She is just so massive and pretty. Love her :) ● Me: Yes! The last inspiration for my Spidersona is me! (✿◡‿◡) Anyone can wear the mask so I decided to strongly base this oc on me and how I actually look like!

Fun facts about Tarentule :

● She absolutely hates the color orange. She feels nauseous just by looking at a bright orange color. ● She paints on her free time! She mostly paints landscapes because everytime she tries to paint people it ends up not good enough. ● Since she was 18, she was really close to two boys. Garson Stein or Mateo-James Wagner. While Mateo and her were on and off, she fell in love with Garson. She had to choose between the two boys. In the end, she put an end to her on and off relationship with Mateo to be with Garson. He then died after an attack of the Green Goblin. ● When she was personally recruited by Miguel, she eventually grew closer to him. She was always trying her best on missions to impress him and make him notice her. She learnt to love again after everything she went through even if Miguel's feelings towards her are still unknown. ● Her favorite song is "Can't help falling in love with you" by Elvis Presley. ● She is almost like a big sister to Miles. She always tries to make him feel better and to give him advice. She sees herself in him and that's why she wants to support him as much as possible and not make him feel like the outcast.

#spidersona #spiderman oc #spiderman original character #tarentule #spiderman #spiderman into the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse #across the spiderverse #into the spider verse #oc #miguel o'hara #miles morales #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o'hara x spidersona #spider gwen #spiderverse fanart #spider punk #hobie spiderverse #spiderverse spoilers #pavtir prabhakar #gwen stacy #peter b parker #hobbie brown #miguel ohara #spider man 2099 #spider verse #across the spider verse #into the spiderverse

[triskhellion]

Intarsia

Rated: Explicit (12.2k)

Relationship: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey, Peter Hale

Tags: POV Derek, POV Isaac, Alpha Derek, Emissary in Training Stiles, Canon Divergence, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Friends to Lovers, Getting Together, Explicit Sexual Content, Top Derek/Bottom Stiles, Light Bondage, Hickeys, Consensual Somnophilia, Idiots in Love, Cooking, Pack Shenanigans

Summary: Derek asks Isaac to make him a scarf for Stiles for reasons. The following weekend the pack is asked to check out potential supernatural activity at a cabin near Klamath Falls, Oregon. The others are unavailable, so it’s just the two of them. Derek brings along the scarf and ends up giving Stiles much more.

Artwork by Goss!

A playlist of my favorite songs by The National because Isaac's listening to them and Derek is broody and they're perfect broody fall music. (In no particular order.)

For WIP Big Bang 2023. (One of the first fics I actually started writing, begun about a year ago.)

Equiknots: Harvest & Hunter's Moon prompts: Apple, Between, Falling Leaves, Flame, Knot, Song & Travel

Intarsia — a knitting technique used to create patterns with multiple colors. As with the woodworking technique of the same name, fields of different colors and materials appear to be inlaid in one another, fit together like a jigsaw puzzle.

Isaac

Isaac was listening to The National on vinyl and idly knitting the second of a pair of chocolate brown, chunky slipper socks for Scott’s upcoming birthday when Derek returned to their new loft apartment, trudging around downstairs. He straightened up on the navy loveseat in the second floor lounge area (or “cozy zone” as Stiles liked to call it) and rolled his eyes as the Alpha’s angst vibes preceded him. 

“Hey, Derek” he said to the ascending werewolf, finishing his row before looking up. The older man nodded and his expression lightened from straight up scowling to mere resting bitch face. 

“Isaac.” 

He glanced out the window at the purpling sky then turned back to his project, pausing a couple minutes later when Derek didn’t move from where he leaned against the railing across from him. Isaac could feel him watching and heard the sound of his mouth opening and then closing again several times as Matt Berninger’s melancholy baritone crooned.

I wanna hurry home to you, put on a slow, dumb show show for you and crack you up. So you can put a blue ribbon on my brain, God I’m very, very frightened I’ll overdo it.

Another minute passed and he rolled his eyes again, taking a deep breath before meeting the waiting sheepish gaze, which then quickly slid away. 

“Yeeeesss?” he inquired, raising an eyebrow. 

“You make…” Derek began, then started over. “Could you make a scarf for me? Please.” 

“For you?” Isaac asked incredulously. He’d never seen Leather-Jacket Jeans McHenley in a scarf. 

“It’s for someone else. To give to. From me,” Derek mumbled haltingly. “Whatever you need…use the pack account.”

“Sure,” he said, grinning at the flustered Alpha. “Any particular pattern or style? Type of yarn? What color?" There was a harsh exhale of frustration.

“I don’t know, a regular scarf.” Derek threw up his hands and then waved them around making snake like motions. “Kind of…deep red with like, some goldy-brown parts? A warm one.” 

“Hmm,” he murmured, going through options in his head for several moments. “I’m thinking merino wool…cable knit…intarsia.” Blank stare. “Kind of a maroon with dark amber, yeah?” A frown and a single shoulder shrug. ”Riiight,” he drawled, smirking. “You know, like a certain hyperactive human’s favorite hoodie…” He tapped his finger against his chin like he was just now figuring out a mystery. “And perhaps the color of said human’s eyes in the light?” 

Derek sputtered and shoved off from his perch with a glare, seeming as if to deny it before snapping his jaw shut with a growl instead and abruptly turning to walk towards his bedroom. Isaac laughed and called after the retreating wolf. 

“I should have it done before the end of the week. I have to go to the craft store to get that special amber yarn.” The door slammed shut and he heard muffled grumbling about “goddamn chuckling betas” and how “back in the day Alphas were shown respect.” He leaned over and laughed even harder. 

Derek

Derek walked out of his building practically buzzing and started running once he crossed the parking lot and made it past the first trees. It was a Monday night, the one before the full moon, and he was feeling antsy. Even more so than was usual. He figured another patrol of the territory would calm him down and satisfy his wolf’s extra protective instincts, not to mention get him away from his so very amused and impertinent beta. And if he happened by the Stilinski residence at some point, well it was on the way, okay? 

Derek sighed. He asked Isaac to make the scarf yesterday after he and Stiles had gone searching that afternoon for a special type of lichen that Deaton wanted for some ritual or potion or whatever. He wasn’t really listening to the druid and just tagged along when he ran into Stiles while doing errands near the vet clinic. The perpetually excitable teen had been wearing a backpack and mentioned that he’d be going into the Preserve for “herbs and shit” after meeting with their sort-of-emissary and Derek hadn’t wanted him to go alone. Things had been quiet on the Creatures Eating Faces & Causing Havoc front for a while, but you never know. 

It had taken them a few hours to collect enough of the sporadically growing, pale green vegetation to fill the container they’d been given and between the dampness of the forest and working up a sweat climbing over logs or partway up trees it had gotten pretty chilly for the human, especially once the sun started to set on the already overcast autumn day. Stiles had had his hands in his pockets and the hood of his Beacon Hills Community College sweatshirt up on the way back, but had still shivered when the wind blew through it and across the exposed skin of his neck. 

That lithe, fair column with its smattering of chocolate dots, so perfect for marking. Derek groaned at the thought of it. So yes, Stiles needed a scarf. Both to keep him warm and to hide his dangerously alluring attributes. The only one not already covered in layers of baggy denim, over sized graphic tees and corresponding flannel. 

(Well, except for his mouth, but it’s not like people went around in face masks all the time, haha. Or muzzles and the like in public. No those were for private activities, or so he’d seen on the internet. And could Stiles even function without putting pens and spoons and straws and toothpicks and pops of the lolli, freezer, and cake variety (courtesy of Lydia) between his lips on a regular basis? Or his own fingers? He even had the nerve to make eating chicken wings look good.)

But necks! He could do something about that. And then maybe he’d stop thinking about his packmate this way quite so often, at least until it warmed again. Definitely no other pervy wolves or similarly bestial shifters should catch a glimpse if it could be helped. He’s ours his wolf snarled and he couldn’t help agreeing before his all those negative thoughts and emotions kicked back in. No, he’s not. I can’t…I shouldn’t…

Derek ran through the forest until his muscles ached and then walked through the city in the wee hours, stopping for a few minutes by a particular house in the west part of town. One with a police cruiser and a beat up blue Jeep in the driveway. He could hear the steady heartbeats and slow breathing of two slumbering humans and could faintly smell the toasty man-soap-sweat scent of his a blanket-wrapped Stiles through the open left side window. He inhaled a few big lung fulls worth, making an unconscious rumbling sound, and then continued on toward home content for the moment.

A few days later he was brooding contemplating the Stiles situation again while making cheesy eggs, bacon, red skillet potatoes, and toast for a late breakfast. Isaac kept giving him these looks like there was something gross on his face (there wasn’t, he checked) before snatching up his portion of the meal, minus the toast, as soon as the platter hit the table. The younger man divided it between the two large flour tortillas he’d had waiting in front of him, added salsa verde, hot sauce, and sour cream, rolled them into burritos, and wrapped one in foil before shoving it into his messenger bag. He then grabbed a thermos of coffee, wedged it into his left elbow as he started eating the other burrito gripped in the same hand, and hurriedly went out the door, shaking his head and mumbling something that sounded like “enough“ and “idiots.”

Huh. Derek wasn’t sure what that was about, but hoped his beta got through his Thursday classes okay. Maybe Isaac had to work on that group project he’d been complaining about, the one that his least favorite professor assigned him with that girl who argued about everything and that guy that didn’t do any of the reading. Oh, college, he commiserated, glad that he’d never have to put up with that particular aggravation again.

He cleaned up and then spent a few hours wrapping up the Spanish to English history textbook translation he’d been working on for a client over the last several weeks. When he was done he got up, drank some water, and began stretching for his daily calisthenics. He was just about switch to the beginner’s tai chi he’d been learning online recently (a suggestion from the visiting weredingo therapist he saw for a while last year and still Skyped with occasionally from Australia) when his phone chimed. It was a text from Isaac. 

Apparently, some human, but in-the-know acquaintance of his near Klamath Falls, OR was freaked out about quote unquote “potentially supernatural activity” around their family’s vacation spot/rental property and wanted to know if the Beacon Hills Pack could check it out this weekend. 

<What kind of phenomena are they experiencing?> he asked, praying it wasn’t some real sketchy shit like artfully arranged piles of mutilated small animals, screaming haunted trees or arcane symbols drawn in blood and bile all over the place. If he ever had to deal with another hag, hostile non-corporeal entity or darach again it would be too soon.

<Clothing, trinkets, and plants from both inside and outside the cabin have gone missing.> Issac replied. <Strange noises day and night and several objects made of stones, mud, brambles, feathers, pine cones and owl pellets have also been found along the trail to the lake. The feeling of being watched and the reoccurring smell of electricity and honey. Sounds like some kind of fae creature to me.>

Derek concurred. Likely a troupe of pixies, though a mischievous witch or other magic-user wouldn’t be out of the question. Whatever or whoever it was seemed annoying, but pretty harmless. He had nothing better to do and it was an opportunity to keep his tracking skills sharp, so he agreed to investigate and shoo away the troublemaker. 

The pack in residence was currently just him, Isaac, Stiles, Malia, and Peter. Technically. His crafty uncle remained mostly an enigma, holed up in some no doubt fancy penthouse somewhere and scheming who knows what. He generally saw the elder Hale every 3 weeks or so when he stopped by the loft to irritate Derek, feed him takeout, and “borrow” something from his library before disappearing into the ether again. 

The others were away at college (Lydia and Jackson,) living in France (though Chris and Allison were really more pack-adjacent,) staying with relatives out of state (Erica and Boyd were in Ohio looking after the latter’s grandmother post hip replacement surgery and probably wouldn’t be back until after Christmas,) or “talking a break from all this mythical bullshit” (Scott, Co-Alpha Emeritus, snort, probably lost somewhere in Prague on his pre-vet school backpacking trip which was totally, definitely, he absolutely swore not going to take him through France. Uh-huh.) 

The cabin was only around 3 hours away, but driving there and back and having time to properly assess, find, and confront the mischievous entity could end up calling for more than a day trip. Isaac had 3 classes on Fridays and shifts at the movie theater afterward and all day Saturday so he was out. 

Derek messaged the rest of the pack in town to see if anyone else was available. Peter was surprisingly the first to answer, but it was a crying laughing emoji followed by a succinct “No.” Stiles replied between his two Thursday classes with a “You son of a bitch, I’m in” gif, multiple exclamation points, and a thumbs up. Derek rolled his eyes and grinned. 

Malia didn’t respond at all. It was equally likely that she was either coyoted-out or forgot about the existence of her phone and left it to die in her couch cushions again. So Stiles and him it was then. Perfect. The eager sophomore had only one late morning class on Fridays so they could leave by 2:00pm tomorrow after grabbing their bags. 

<Pack your shit tonight> he texted Stiles, knowing the fledgling Spark and resident researcher would want to bring all manner of reference books and magic-user supplies. If left to his own devices the impulsive, but thorough human would be running around like a chicken without a head tomorrow afternoon looking for this and that very essential item at the last minute. <Alpha order.>

<Yes sir, Alpha sir> Stiles replied with a picture of a young adult wolf wagging its tail and showing its belly. Aughruuahhgg, his brain shorted, making him first imagine Stiles as a beautiful russet wolf frolicking with him in full shift (if only) and then as his very human young adult self exposing his belly in the same way, neck bared and open mouthed… 

“Moooving onnn” he said out loud to himself, shaking his head to try to derail that train of thought.

Isaac told Derek that his grateful former classmate, a young man unfortunately named Todd, was going to prepare the cabin for them. A housekeeping service would clean everything and put out fresh linens, the fridge and pantry would be fully stocked and completely at their disposal, and he’d also make sure that any amenities were ready to use. The beta also passed along that they could stay through Monday if they wanted to as thanks for their efforts regardless of the outcome and then gave him Todd’s number in case of emergency. 

<Sounds good> he replied. He was actually looking forward to this.

The last time he’d gotten out of town was the weeklong All Pack trip to the beach after a bunch of them graduated from high school the previous summer, a good 16 or 17 months ago. The seemingly never-ending torrent of “mythical bullshit” (Scott wasn’t wrong about that,) psycho hunters, and whatnot had finally slowed to a crawl and the pack had yet to begin scattering. Everyone had been there, including Allison and Chris, Melissa and the Sheriff, Parrish, and even Danny. Before then it had been when Cora had come up for a visit that Spring with her girlfriend, Dominque, and he, Peter, and Malia had gone to Portland for a weekend with them.

Sigh. Last year they had finally gotten their shit together. He had finally gotten his shit together. He’d strengthened his bonds with Boyd & Erica, the three of them apologizing to each other and him promising to be a better Alpha. Derek showed Isaac and Jackson how much he really cared and he’d spent time ranging in full shift with Malia and teaching her to navigate human bureaucracy. He called Cora at least once a month. 

Derek screamed, cried, fought, and hugged it out with Peter one night when his uncle came over with a veritable Japanese feast — okonomiyaki, karaage, gyudon, yakisoba, and shoyu tonkotsu ramen with chashu pork and soft boiled eggs — and they both got proper drunk on the accompanying wolfsbane-infused 12 year old Yamazaki single malt whisky. They hadn’t spoken of it since, but much of the heaviness, distance, and weaponized cruelty that remained between them faded after they finally said all that they needed to say to each other, waking up the next morning with aching heads and wearing each other’s blood and tears, but with Derek held in his uncle’s arms. 

Hell, he and Scott even kind of started getting along and figuring out how to be two Alphas in the same territory with allied and somewhat overlapping packs. Erica, Boyd, Jackson, Malia, and Peter were straightforwardly his; Liam, Corey, Mason, and Kira were Scott’s (though Derek was checking in with them while the younger Alpha was away finding himself,) but Isaac, Lydia, and Stiles kind of belonged to them both, however that worked. 

I think I know exactly how Isaac wishes it worked, he snickered, wondering if his beta, the True Alpha, and the Huntress would ever resolve whatever the hell was going on there. Scott and Allison were currently on a break (again), Isaac was not-so-subtly mooning over Scott, but was known to make heart eyes at mention of them both (what’s a stabbing or 20 between crushes?) 

When Scott and Allison were last officially together at the pack hangout a month before she went to France they’d taken to giggling and blushing while stealing glances at the beta, who pretended not to notice, but ended up crocheting an exceptionally fugly oven mitt that night, which Stiles dubbed “The Cursed Hand.”  

As for the others, Kira had dated Scott briefly during one of his and Allison’s earlier off-phases, but they’d called it quits amicably. The kitsune was currently dating Jordan Parrish and Derek made sure to keep a fire extinguisher around. Liam was single after he and Hayden broke up and she moved away last year, Corey and Mason were still adorably together, and Peter was no doubt happily slutting it up across Beacon County and beyond. 

Malia wasn’t much interested in romance, but every once in a while she’d feel the urge to go hunt down some willing frat boy or open mic performance artist and drag him off to her studio for what Derek once overheard an astonished college student covered in hickeys call “the most terrifying, confusing, and hottest sex of my life.” When she answered her door he took one look at her smug, predatory face and decided he could go over how to do taxes another time.

Lydia and Jackson kept their medium-distance relationship going, her in Cambridge, MA (MIT) and him in New Haven, CT (Yale.) 

Derek missed having everyone home and hoped most, if not all of them, would be back for good within a few years. At least Erica and Boyd would return in a couple months. In the meantime they’d make it work.

<You know the drill> he messaged his Second. <Hold down the fort and let me know if anything happens. If you don’t hear from either me or Stiles twice a day, by noon (6:00pm tomorrow) and again by 10pm, call and if one of us doesn’t respond within the hour inform Peter and the Sheriff first, then the others if need be.>  

<Will do> Isaac replied. 

<And see if you can track down Malia if you have the time.> 

<Okay. By the way, the scarf is done. It’s on the couch upstairs.>

 <Thank you.> 

<You’re welcome. winky face, smirking face, 2 guys with a heart between them, eggplant, peach, halo face emoji.>

Goddamn sassy betas.

Derek managed to get them on the road heading out of Beacon Hills at exactly 1:57pm due to the sheer force of of his glare and grumpy eyebrows alone. He’d herded Stiles out of his house at 1:35 sharp, threw his crap next to his own duffel bag in the trunk of his car, and followed him to the loft. He shoved open the passenger door as soon as the Jeep was parked and locked and the teenager promptly jogged over, tripped on the door sill and half-fell into the seat. Derek silently shook his head at the clumsy human, waiting until he fastened his seat belt while pointedly ignoring him, then peeled out of there like a bat out of hell. 

They were taking the Camaro because there was absolutely no goddamn way that Derek was going to trust Roscoe for more than 5 miles at a time and even that was pushing it these days. Maybe if he got Stiles a trip to the mechanic for his next birthday he would actually accept someone else getting it fixed for him. The guy was stubborn as a mule.

Isaac had asked to borrow it while they were away for some errands involving the carrying of large objects and Stiles had reluctantly agreed. The loft was closer both to his BCCC campus and the highway, so he was planning to leave Roscoe there anyway so that he could go straight to school if they were running late on the way back. The beta and the Spark might not be the best of friends and seemed to live for getting on each others nerves, but they had an understanding about the important things and Stiles actually trusted Isaac to be careful with his baby. The extra set of keys were already inside, kept in its designated place so that Stiles would never lose both of them (again.)

They made good time, only stopping once for around 20 minutes to pee, get gas, stretch their legs, and load up on snacks and caffeine. The cottage was close to the Upper Klamath Lake, which according to Stiles was “the largest body of fresh water in Oregon.” Upon arrival they immediately checked the perimeter of the cabin and then cleared the rooms before bringing their stuff inside. Stiles had only just recently begun to learn about his birthright, but he knew enough to feel for magical residue and said that he didn’t sense anything unusual so far. 

Deaton was teaching him the basics, including how to create simple wards for warning and protection, which he quickly drew on the front door and on trees at 4 points around the property as Derek stood guard. Stiles would eventually need another mentor to truly develop and master his abilities, but he was already so proud and excited to be able to help the pack beyond whacking things with a baseball bat, being bait, and using Google-Fu. Or, in one memorable instance, annoying and confounding a trio of hobgoblins so much that they left the city. 

The cabin-style cottage had a larger bedroom with a queen sized bed, a smaller bedroom that was set up as an office, and a modern kitchen with granite counters, a gas stove/oven, and an island with stools. There was an adjustable 4-6 person table in the dining area, a couple of closets, a mud room with a stacked washer & dryer set and a chest freezer, and a bathroom boasting a 2 person clawfoot tub, a shower with two rainfall shower heads, and a toilet with a bidet attachment (oooh, fancy!) 

The living room had an oversized dark beige sectional couch, a coffee table with a few art books, a mid sized smart tv equipped with a blu-ray player and a few gaming consoles, and shelves with an assortment of novels, memoirs and biographies, board games, movies, and video games. Needless to say, they were set.

Surprisingly there were not one but two fireplaces as well. Across from the couch and below the mounted tv was a larger, remote controlled gas powered one for quick and efficient heating. The right side of the living room still had the smaller, original wood burning fireplace which would be safe for cooking and was able to provide that traditional ambience of crackling wood and campfire smells if so desired. Taking up much of the space between them was a large, tan plush rug that looked made for lying on.

Outside there was a front porch with a bench swing and around the back there were two picnic tables, a Traeger grill, and a hot tub. Derek was impressed and based on the grin plastered on the younger man’s face so was Stiles.

After settling in and seeing what was in the fridge, pantry, and chest freezer (all the things, apparently) they went out to investigate the trail towards the lake. Stiles brought a messenger bag with a few amplifying objects to help his spark with detection and protection, a couple books on fae creatures, and some binding elements such as iron, salt, mistletoe, and mountain ash. Derek made and packed 4 ham and cheese sandwiches in his backpack along with some trail mix, two insulated liter sized water bottles, a flashlight, digging tools, and…the scarf. It was a beautiful piece of work, the colors rich and complimentary and so fitting for his mate packmate. 

Derek had actually worn it to bed last night and then around the loft this morning while getting ready until it was time to get Stiles. He’d made absolutely sure that Isaac had already left for the day before leaving his room because he’d have never heard the end of it if the beta had seen him with it. He could just imagine the embarrassing pictures with even worse captions on Instagram.

Now the plan was to wait until it got cooler in the evening to give it to Stiles and then the human would be wrapped in his scent. For his safety of course. To make sure any shifters or other supernatural beings knew that he was under the protection of an Alpha wolf. Anything else, like the surely intoxicating blending of scents was just a bonus. Hurry up and go down, sun!

They began by walking together in what was more or less a widening spiral that kept the trail in the center, but circled out to either side through the trees. Derek tried to pick up any scents, sounds, or movements while Stiles reached out with his magic, occasionally focusing so much that he misstepped, tripped or nearly ran into one obstacle or another while shuffling through the fallen leaves. 

After the third time he tugged the far-eyed Spark around a log he joked that Stiles should learn to levitate, but then he’d just run into branches instead.

When they got down by the lake Stiles paused to watch the sun slide below the horizon and Derek figured it was a good a time as any. He opened the backpack and pulled out their water bottles, unable to resist honing in on the motion of the human’s throat as he swallowed in the pink-orange light. He wanted so badly to rest his fingertips there, brush them over that unmarked skin.

Right.

He took a few swigs from his own bottle and set it down, reaching back into the bag and pulling out the carefully folded scarf. 

“Oh hey, this is for you,” Derek said as if he just now remembered that he had it.

Stiles sputtered a bit as he turned in surprise, looking down to where he was being nudged with the bundle of fabric. He quickly wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, closing and setting down the container before reaching for the scarf.

“For me?” he asked curiously, unfurling it and running his fingers over the pattern.

“Yeah.”

There were at least a half a dozen questions in Stiles’ eyes when he lifted his head again, but instead of voicing them he just made a little humming noise and looked it over again, his scent going warm and sweet with happiness.

“Thanks, man” he said softly.

Derek ducked his head. “You’re welcome.”

Stiles lowered his hood and wound the colorful wool around himself, securing it with a loose knot. Derek coughed to hide the rumble starting in his chest when his scent on the scarf was starting to blend with Stiles’, seeping into into his skin. He drank some more water and got himself together, continuing to be immensely pleased. Mission accomplished.

They stayed out for a few hours after dark thanks to a ring that gave Stiles enhanced night vision, making sure to get back into reliable cell range by 10:00pm to make contact with Issac. There were only a few dead zones or spots with just one bar of service thankfully and they’d checked every 15 minutes or so to give them an idea of how far and how long it’d take to get out of them. It was just after 11:00pm by the time they got back to the cabin, around 5 hours of looking for signs of supernatural activity with nothing out of the ordinary so far.

It’d been a long day for both of them and the yawn Stiles let out was contagious. It wasn’t time to turn in yet though, the miles of hiking burning through the sandwiches and trail mix from a few hours ago. 

Stiles had shown interest in the fireplaces earlier, so Derek figured he’d turn on the gas one for a bit to warm up the place while he got the other one going for snacks. He saw the Spark jump out of the corner of his eye when the flames suddenly foomfed to life and he grinned to himself, turning the fan on medium. Going over to the stack of wood near the traditional one, he began arranging hunks of it interspersed with kindling and then started it with a wand lighter. It wasn’t long before it spread, the wood charring and crackling, and he could feel Stiles’ eyes on his back.

When he turned the Spark was watching him with a curious and concerned expression, his head slightly tilted like a wolf. Derek cleared his throat.

“For a long time I couldn’t…but I…it’s not the same.” 

This was clean burning oak and birch, the stuff of happy outdoorsy memories, not stained wood mixed with the scent of burnt plastic and fabric, scorched metal and chemicals. He shrugged. 

“It smells different. We…we used to go camping or have bonfires at celebrations…”

A warm hand rested on his shoulder and he realized that his own were clenched into fists. He took a deep breath, inhaling the unique and comforting scent of Stiles and met his eyes. “I didn’t want that to be yet another thing ruined so I worked on it,” Derek whispered. “It’s okay now.”

Stiles squeezed where he was holding and leaned in for a quick side hug before nodding and heading into the kitchen. Derek pressed the off button on the remote. 

They cooked bratwurst and then marshmallows over the fire for s’mores, teasing each other when one of Stiles’ melted right off the roasting fork and then Derek managed to turn a poofy white confection into charcoal. They washed it down with hard apple cider and then read for a while taking over opposite sides of the sectional in companionable silence, him with an old Popular Mechanics magazine from the bookshelf and Stiles with one of his quote unquote “Spark Notes.”

It was around 1:00am when sleep crept up on them again, Derek the one to start yawning this time. He got up and stretched, talking their dishes and utensils to the sink while Stiles put out the fire. (“It’s been a while, but I’ve gone camping too,” he retorted when Derek looked at him skeptically.)

They did a last brief check outside around the cabin — finding nothing of note again — and then came back to get ready for bed. 

Oh right, bed. As in singular. 

There’d been a handful of times over the years when the two of them ended up sleeping — or more accurately, at least one of them ended up passing out — together, but it had always been unintentional and there’d usually been other people around as well. Not just…getting into bed together. He could feel himself blush at the thought, but thankfully Stiles was unaware in the bathroom. By the time he came out all minty fresh Derek was leaning casually against the doorframe. 

“You go ahead and take the bed, I’ll sleep out here,” he said, grabbing his night clothes and toiletries to take his turn bathroom. Stiles rolled his eyes.

“Nope, I’ll take the couch. You drove and I can sleep anywhere as long as I have my pillow.” The Spark grabbed the aforementioned fluffy object from on top of his stuff and hugged it to himself in a way that wasn’t at all adorable, no siree. “Besides this thing is pretty comfy,” he added, nudging an arm of sectional with his knee and then launching himself to flop over it and onto the cushions like a salmon leaping upstream.

Derek snorted and shook his head, opening his mouth to argue further. “I said I—“

“Nope, too late,” the grinning human cut in. “I’ve physically claimed this epic beigeness and anyway, I’m pretty sure the Alpha is supposed to get the nicest digs and all that.”

And there went his brain short circuiting again at Stiles saying the words “physically claimed” and “Alpha” in the same sentence, especially the latter in that joking, but somewhat suggestive tone. His closed his mouth and whirled around, muttering “Fine” over his shoulder as he made a hasty retreat. The sound of laughter trailed after him.

If he took a longer shower than intended, well, he could use some relaxation, okay? And the fan was still on, so between that and the strong, heavenly spray he wasn’t too concerned about certain sounds being overheard by weak human ears.

Stiles was fast asleep by the time he finished up and Derek paused to watch him fondly, finding himself jealous of the pillow under his head and the throw cushion clutched in his arms. Sinking onto the thick mattress and pulling up the green sheet and blanket he couldn’t say if he was more relieved or disappointed that Stiles didn’t suggest sharing.

Derek woke up first, passing by the couch and having to hold back laughter so as to not wake up the oddly sprawled human. That could not possibly be comfortable and yet Stiles remained fast asleep with one leg extended up a back cushion and the other bent beneath it. He had an arm dangling off the side, hand resting on the floor, and the other forearm thrown diagonally across the right side of his head, somewhat squashing his face between it and his bicep. This was causing him to snore lightly, mouth open with a hint of drool on his cheek. 

Derek quietly heated water, removing the lid off of the kettle before it could start to make noise. He choose some loose leaf spiced orange tea to put in the infuser. It’d been quite some time since he last made tea this way, having only some bags of mint, ginger lemon, and Earl Grey at home which he usually just tossed in a mug and put in the microwave when he wasn’t making coffee. He was looking forward to trying the selection of beans too, but grinding them would be quite loud so he would wait until Stiles got up.

Mug in hand Derek slipped outside to check the warded perimeter and again found nothing out of place. There was one moment where he'd stilled when a sudden gust of cool wind sent leaves swirling wildly around him, but it was just the capricious fall weather. Back inside, he read a naturalist’s autobiography from one of the bookshelves for an hour or so and then started making breakfast.

After slicing some peaches he began preparing a pot of old fashioned oatmeal with water and a pinch of salt. While that was cooking he put bacon on to fry and it wasn’t long before he heard the telltale signs of a semi-conscious Stiles. Smiling, he added milk, brown sugar, maple syrup, and sliced almonds to the oatmeal and covered it, leaving it on warm. 

By the time the groggy Spark managed to get himself upright, stumbled to the bathroom, and then came grumbling into the kitchen a mug of French press coffee was on the counter waiting for his grabby hands. 

“Thanks,” he said after a couple sips with a blissful expression on his squinty face. 

“You’re welcome. Food is ready if you want some.”

Stiles shot him an incredulous look as if he were crazy to suggest he might not. Derek snorted and took it as a compliment. 

He’d only recently gotten back into cooking after years of mostly subsisting on noodles, sandwiches, and protein shakes. It had just seemed pointless for a while, a waste of time when he didn’t care what the source of calories were that fueled him as long as he could function. Why bother when the world was ashes in his mouth? When he felt he didn’t deserve those comforts or found it too painful to be reminded of better times, the memories that certain smells and tastes would conjure. 

But he was trying to hold onto the good that was and to make new memories. Cooking for his pack made him feel useful in a tangible way. Providing like an Alpha should. Not only training and discipline, but comfort and nourishment too. And it was something he simply enjoyed. Trying different recipes, tweaking and perfecting old ones. It calmed him. 

Derek chopped half of the bacon strips to put on top of their bowls of oatmeal, sweet and salty-savory just like his paternal grandmother used to make it. The rest he placed on a plate with peaches and set between them. 

Once the coffee kicked in Stiles was animated again, thinking up ways to entice or summon the supernatural creature, assuming it was still around. They planned to go out on another hike after taking it easy for an hour or so. Neither of them sensed any malevolent entities then, so they decided to split up a bit to cover more ground while remaining in earshot just in case. He reminded Stiles to watch where he was going when the teen headed off into the forest, Derek going down to walk parallel on the lakeshore.

When Stiles cried out in pain Derek’s heart leapt into his throat. Was there something out here after all and did it just attack his mate? He ran toward the sound as fast as he could, claws and fangs out and ready to tear into any hostile creature who dared to hurt the emissary-in-training. They hadn’t gone far from each other so less than a minute later he came skidding to a halt in front of the younger man who was currently half sitting and half sprawled on the ground, wincing and holding his right leg out straight, resting it on his left leg. 

Derek looked all around and honed in on his hearing and sense of smell for signs of another presence even as he started talking to Stiles, who was attempting to get up.

“Are you okay? What happened?”

The human groaned and cursed before settling back and sighing heavily. 

“Just me and my clumsiness. I tripped on a root and and then caught myself by stepping in a gopher hole or something. Landed wrong. I think it’s sprained, not broken, but it still hurts like a bitch.”

Derek stopped scanning for threats and let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. Stiles might be the worse for wear, but he was okay. Would be okay. He let his beta shift melt away and closed his still red eyes.

“Der? Hey, what’s wrong? You’re, um, shaking dude…”

What? He looked down at himself and he was indeed trembling, especially his hands. Derek swallowed.

“Don’t call me ‘dude,’” he grumped quietly for old time’s sake. He crouched down and looked Stiles over, pausing to take in the scarf around his neck and the scent of them, and wondered if he was really going to do this. 

If not now, then when? If something terrible had happened what would you regret more? Bright brown eyes watched him curiously, waiting for him to continue. He took a deep breath.

“I thought something had happened to you. That you were hurt...“ Stiles looked down at his now impressively swollen ankle and then back at him, raising an eyebrow. Derek smirked and huffed, the moment of levity releasing some of his tension. 

“That you had been attacked, he clarified.” Stiles nodded, but still appeared a bit puzzled. Here goes.

“And I…Stiles, if anything happened to you…I couldn’t bear it.”

The scents of happiness and surprise overtook the bitterness of pain and the nineteen year old smiled at him affectionately. 

“You’re not getting rid of me that easily. Don’t worry, you won’t have to learn how to navigate web forums or need to get your own subscription to JSTOR or anything—“

“No, that’s not…” Derek growled in frustration. He had been so adamant about not showing his feelings — and promising a world of hurt to any of the young wolves who figured it out should they let it spill — that Stiles truly had no idea what he thought of him. That and the human’s self-esteem issues, which he tried to hide behind sarcasm and self-deprecating laughter that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

Fuck it. Derek reached out and placed a palm against Stiles’ jaw and cheek. The younger man inhaled sharply through his nose and stilled.

“If anything happened to you, specifically, I couldn’t bear it. You’re very important to me, Stiles. And I’m sorry for not making that clear.”

Stiles licked his lips nervously, eyes searching Derek’s face.

“Uh, do you mean because I’m your packmate or…?”

“Or.”

There was a soft sound that was surprise and disbelief and longing all at once. Derek wanted to hear all of Stiles’ noises. He ran his thumb across the soft skin and was rewarded with a whimper as the teen leaned into his hand. Derek then leaned toward him.

Their first kiss was was slow and sweet, reassuring and exploratory. They rested their foreheads together breathing each others air. 

“Wow,” Stiles whispered.

“Mmhmm,” he agreed.

Then the human went to adjust his position and hissed in pain. Oh right. 

“Let’s get you back,” Derek said, rising to his feet and then carefully helping Stiles up without putting weight on his injured ankle. The stubborn youth tried awkwardly hopping while braced against him, but after a couple minutes of the very slow going, obviously tiring, and all-around ridiculous movement Derek had enough and swooped a squawking Stiles up into a bridal carry.

“Hey, I could make it just fine on—!” 

He shot the Stiles a flat look and he huffed, crossing his arms and turning away with flushing cheeks. Derek’s nostrils flared as musky-sweet arousal soon overtook the sour-salt burn of embarrassment. The action wasn’t missed and those cheeks grew redder still as did the strength of both scents and he grinned, hefting him higher and more firmly against his body. 

Derek already knew that Stiles liked it when he manhandled him. He had both tried to avoid it as much as possible and did so deliberately at different points in times, which now that he thought of it was kind of an asshole thing to do. The thing was that he knew the human was attracted to him, but he hadn’t realized there were serious feelings on his end too. Derek sighed. A mess. 

A while later he could feel Stiles staring at him and he turned to look at him inquisitively.

“Don’t mind me, I’m just wondering if I actually hit my head when I fell and this is all just a trauma-induced hallucination.” Derek laughed and brought his lips to Stiles’. “Hmm, still not sure, better try that again.” A few minutes went by in silence before he continued. “But seriously, I can’t believe this is happening. I mean, you used to hate me and now—“

“I never hated you,” Derek interrupted. 

“Not even when I helped get you arrested?”

“Not even then. Frustrated and annoyed by you, definitely. Angry at, for sure. But hate you? Never. You’re my—“ he cut off when he realized what he was about to say. Despite his truly extraordinary levels of denial at the time he knew when they first met that the trespassing teenager was his mate. It was surely too early to talk about all that, though. He didn’t want to freak out the human, who was of course now observing him with a sharpened gaze.

“I’m your what?”

“My soon-to-be emissary who should really pay more attention to where he’s going in the future,” he replied with a shit-eating grin. Stiles narrowed his eyes. Derek knew better than to expect him to drop the matter, but hopefully some deflecting would buy him time. “Oh, and what was it that you called me once? ‘Issues City’?”

Stiles cringed in his arms.

“Oh god, I’m sorry, Der. I didn’t mean anything by—“

“I know,” he replied, grinning and rolling his eyes. “And, it’s not like you were wrong.”

Stiles giggled. “True. And obviously, I’m right there myself in the yurt next to yours.”

“Why would we be living in yurts? Those are for camping and stuff or, you know, actual  nomadic people. Not cities.”

“I dunno dude, cuz they're cool and it’s fun to say? Step out of your box. Use your imagination. Live a little—”

“In our imaginary city,” he deadpanned.

“Yes, Derek! My yurt...” Stiles paused, the tip of his tongue adorably poking out the side of his mouth as he thought. “Has a moat full of Baja Blast and is guarded by an army of angry quokkas.”

“Well my yurt is—“

He was suddenly holding an armful of convulsively laughing teenager and he raised his eyebrows, shaking his head when it subsided only after a whined “Oww.” A few moments later Stiles was mocking him, repeating “my yurt” with an exaggerated seriousness of voice and facial expressions, setting himself off again with the same results.

“Are you done?” Derek asked, trying to keep a straight face.

The impish youth nodded, attempting to portray the very picture of innocence.

“My…” Stiles leaned ever so slightly forward and Derek narrowed his eyes, taking a deep breath. “Collapsableportablecirculardwelling is—” 

This time they both dissolved into laughter, Derek sliding his hand further down to brace the injured leg so it wouldn’t be jostled too much.

When they returned Stiles removed his shoes, hoodie, and the scarf, uncharacteristically careful with the latter by taking a moment to hang it over a chair instead of just tossing it aside. He then dug around in his bag and pulled out a bottle wrapped in a runed token with relief. 

“I should’ve brought this when we went out in case of—“

“You?” 

He chuckled as Stiles glared at him. Just because he finally made his feelings (well, some of them) known didn’t mean he was going to stop giving the younger man shit. 

The Spark swallowed a dropper full of the purple liquid and Derek couldn’t help watching the movement of his Adam’s apple on the once more uncovered throat. He forced himself to stop staring and listened to Stiles explain how it sped up the healing of at least non-severe injuries to near werewolf levels. Apparently it also used a good deal of energy because shortly after he was fast asleep on the couch and once again in an awkward position. Derek shook his head fondly and gently straightened out his neck and arranged his limbs so that he wouldn’t wake up so cricked that he’d have to take the purple stuff again. 

He busied himself going through the impressively stocked fridge, freezer, and pantry again and figured out what he wanted to make for dinner. For Stiles. Filling, nutritious, comforting and seasonal foods that also served to show what he could make, how he could provide, if he made the effort. 

Brown stewed turkey wings cooked low and slow, which he learned from his mother who was herself taught by a Jamaican friend in college. He roasted butternut squash and sweet potato, the later of which he used to make a creamy soup with caramelized red onion, garlic, sage, and an intriguing smelling curry blend he found called rogan josh, but held off on the blending for now. Then came the baking: a simple, crusty loaf of bread and ginger chocolate chip cookies. 

There were mulling spices and red wine so he heated some on the stove and lightly sweetened it with honey. For a cold beverage he put some of the delicious fresh pressed honeycrisp apple juice into a carafe with optional bourbon and cardamom bitters on the side. By the time he was preparing a spinach salad with kale, walnuts, and apple with an orange vinaigrette Sleeping Beauty was beginning to stir from his slumber. 

“Mmm, something smells amazing," Stiles mumbled sleepily before sitting up and stretching his arms above his head. Derek was instantly drawn to the strip of belly revealed when his shirt rode up and he swallowed. When he looked up Stiles was watching him, head slightly tilted and a rosiness to his cheeks. 

"Um, d-dinner's ready," he stammered, turning abruptly to start dishing things up as the scents of amusement and low grade arousal wafted over to him. 

This evening was cooler than the last so they ate snuggled up in blankets sitting in front of the remote controlled fireplace on the thick, fluffy rug. It was indeed even more comfortable than it looked. Stiles had the scarf on again and Derek couldn't help glancing over repeatedly, pleased to see his mate wearing his gift, smelling more like his, and enjoying the meal he prepared for him. 

"God Derek, you need to keep cooking like this when we get back. At least sometimes. I'm begging you," Stiles said, scraping the remaining bits together and moaning obscenely as he ate the last bite. 

Derek felt his eyes flash red and he could just make out Stiles' pupils dilating in the flickering glow of the firelight. The human took a shaky breath and scooted over to him, gaze falling to his mouth and up again. Derek turned further and wrapped his arms around him, drawing Stiles close and sinking his face against that them scented throat, inhaling deeply. 

A hand grasped the back of his head and then legs were scrambling as Stiles awkwardly climbed into his lap to straddle him, rubbing against him and whispering, “Please.”  

Derek lifted his head and caught those soft, parted lips that he’d dreamt of for so long, pressing against them and then sucking the lower before slipping his tongue inside. Stiles made a desperate, needy sound and he smiled, deepening the kiss.

He leaned forward, bracing a hand on the floor to set Stiles down below him and laid between his legs, rutting against him while continuing to his plunder his mouth.

“Off,” Stiles gasped when they came up for air, tugging at his shirt. Derek rose up to obey, pulling it off with a single motion and not above flexing when the younger man paused to stare. Smiling, he grasped a hesitant hand and brought it to his chest to assure Stiles that he was allowed to feel. The other soon joined and slender fingers roamed over him in tandem and separately in turns, up to his shoulders and upper arms and along his sides then across his twitching abdomen. 

“You’re so gorgeous, Derek,” Stiles said quietly. 

He couldn’t help blushing. Many people found him attractive, generally to his chagrin, but no one  else ever sounded like that. Like he was precious and beautiful, not just an object to be imposed on.

After another minute or so of exploring, the human started wiggling to remove his own clothes and Derek splayed a hand on his half-bared belly.

“Let me,” he said huskily. Stiles nodded and sank back against the rug, raising his arms above his head.

Derek unwrapped his mate like the gift that he was, starting with unwinding the scarf. He put it aside, his other palm running over that pale column possessively, and then came the shirt, pushed up and off to expose lean muscle. Unable to resist anymore he dove to taste and mark at last, latching onto Stiles’ throat to nibble and suck from one side to the other. 

Working his way down over Stiles’ left clavicle, Derek pressed an ear directly over his rapidly beating heart for several moments before proceeding to mouth at a raised nipple, earning a light gasp. Tweaking the other between his fingertips, he then switched to soothe it with his tongue. 

When he moved toward his belly button, scruff brushing lightly against the skin, Stiles jolted up part way and giggled. Derek joined in the laughter and seeing those ever moving hands fly up to where he was ticklish gave him an idea. Picking up the scarf and holding it taut between his upturned palms he looked down at the curious youth with a hint of red in his stare.

“Can I?”

Stiles dropped his gaze to the length of fabric, swallowing as understanding bloomed in his eyes.

“Yeah.”

He bound his mate’s wrists together with one end and then looped the middle twice around a leg of the coffee table before wrapping the other end around the first and securing it with a snug knot. The ties were loose enough to not damage the material and they could be worked out of with a bit of effort, but it would serve as a reminder and stay any errant movements.  

Slowly, he divested Stiles of his pants, his heart racing when Derek bent down to nuzzle at the bulge in his red boxer briefs and breathed in his deepening arousal before pulling those off as well. 

“Beautiful,” Derek said, leaning back to survey the enthralling sight before him. The resultant all over blush made him even more lovely. 

He nudged strong yet supple thighs further apart and made himself comfortable between them, grasping Stiles’ cock in his left hand as he reached to fondle his balls with the right and took one into his mouth. Palming the underside of his thighs, Derek then pushed up to expose his prize, lapping over his mate’s pretty hole. 

Spurred on by breathy expletives, he delved and teased until the human was a writhing, whimpering mess, easing off and squeezing at the base of his cock when Stiles got close. Derek set a knee over his shoulder and licked up and around the shaft, finally engulfing the head and sinking down down down and up again, hollowing his cheeks. He popped off momentarily to let saliva flow into Stiles’ cleft, coating his thumb and circling it over the rim as he got back to work and met dazed whisky colored eyes. 

When Stiles approached his peak again Derek pressed the thick digit through his tight entrance, groaning at the feel of him as he found and rubbed against his prostate. Moments later Stiles was crying out and coming down his throat and he was determined not to lose a single drop. Derek didn’t release him until he was sure he’d swallowed it all, pulling off the spent member and licking the tip for good measure, still continuing to finger the trembling Spark.

“Lube…my bag,” Stiles said, panting.

Derek withdrew and got up, making a stop to the bathroom and returning with some damp cloths before retrieving the bottle from the duffle and grabbing a throw cushion from the couch.

“I wasn’t being…presumptuous,” Stiles suddenly blurted, trying to emphasize with his hands before remembering he was restrained. “I use it, you know, myself when—“

“Stiles, relax. I’m very glad you brought some.” He set the stuff down on the coffee table. “Besides, apparently you would’ve been right to be.” Derek smirked as he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, pushing them down and stepping out of them.

“God, I knew it. Of course you go commando,” Stiles whined, eyes wide while taking him in. 

He flashed a predatory grin.

“Only sometimes, but I’ll keep your approval in mind.”

Derek took hold of his rock hard erection and stroked himself lazily, enjoying the way Stiles watched him, biting that plumped lower lip as he advanced toward him. He wanted to feel them wrapped around his cock so he set himself over the youth and got down to straddle his chest. Stiles gasped and licked his lips and Derek gently gripped his face, running a thumb over his cheek.

“Okay?” he asked.

Stiles nodded enthusiastically and croaked, “Yeah.” 

He opened his mouth and Derek leaned forward, running the tip over those cupid’s bow lips and sighing in pleasure as he finally entered that welcoming wet heat. Stiles began to bob and suck as well as he could in that position as Derek met his eyes, caressing the side of his face with the back of his right hand. 

How did he ever get so goddamn lucky? 

Truth be told, he assumed that Stiles would’ve been long gone by now and he hadn't planned to do — to say — anything to hold him back, but the stubborn young man stayed and now here they were and if he wasn't literally being blown this very instant he wouldn't have believed. Hell, it still felt like a dream. 

He blinked as he realized that encompassing warmth had pulled away, tongue flicking over him playfully instead, and he refocused to see his mate's amused expression. 

"You alright there, big guy?" 

"Yeah, sorry,” he murmured, embarrassed by his distraction and hoping Stiles didn’t think he’d been anything less than wonderful. “I just…I can't believe I get to have you. I never expect—” 

“Well, get used to it, Alpha,” the mischievous human interjected, delighting his wolf and drawing out a possessive rumble. “Now come down here and kiss me and then fuck my face.”

Derek’s jaw fell open even as Stiles flushed at his own brazen command yet refused to look away. He hurried to comply, tasting traces of himself as their mouths slotted together, soft and slow and deep. When they came up for air Derek got back into position, eyes dark with desire,  but hesitant.

“Go ahead, Der,” Stiles said, seductively licking his lips. “I want you to and I know you want to, don’t even front. Plus, it’ll give my neck a break,” he added, smirking before opening up wide.

Derek chuckled and slide a hand through Stiles’ growing hair and around to the back, holding him in place as he shifted forward and leaned on his other hand as he fed his cock to the eager Spark. His hips started jerking as soon as those lips stretched tight around him and he groaned as he began to thrust in earnest, finding a rhythm. He was wasn’t sure how experienced the younger man was so he did his best to stop shy of choking him. 

The signs of his mate’s enjoyment at being used so, the half-lidded gaze and the pleasant vibrations from his muffled moans, only served to bring Derek closer to the edge. As amazing as it would be to come in that lovely mouth though, he wanted to fuck Stiles even more, so he would save that for another time. Many many other times if he had his way.

Stiles pouted when he withdrew and moved back, but began jiggling a foot in anticipation once he reached for the lube. Derek pressed two slippery fingers inside where his tongue and thumb had been not long before, pumping and twisting and scissoring. He slipped in a third, growling at the sight of Stiles rocking onto him, his cock erect and leaking once more. 

With apologies Derek brought his hand away to slick himself up, promising his mate that he was about to give him what he needed. He settled over Stiles and between his spread legs, leaning down for a sloppy kiss before drawing back enough to push his knees up. When Derek had him bent almost in half he pressed the tip of his cock against the teen’s fluttering hole and waited for him to exhale.

There was a moment of resistance before the head popped through that tight ring and then he was plunging slow and steady into Stiles’ hot channel. Derek put a palm to his hip to drain his discomfort and he felt the younger man relax as he bottomed out. Holding still, he ignored the urge to thrust fast and hard so that his mate could get used to him. 

When Stiles indicated that he was ready Derek started off with short, gentle strokes that gradually increased in intensity, dragging over that special bundle of nerves and making the Spark close his eyes in pleasure. Capturing those parted lips, he used his tongue in time with the snap of his hips, wanting to be inside his mate in every way possible.

Derek broke the kiss and reached above them to tug open the knot and loosen the loops of the scarf so that Stiles could slip free. He’d greatly enjoyed their evening playing with it — the trust, vulnerability, and submission —  but now he needed something more, needed to feel his mate’s touch. 

As soon as the teen had stretched and shaken out his arms they were wrapped around his waist and upper back, the hand of the latter sliding up to burrow in his hair as Stiles rocked up to meet every thrust and chanted his name. Derek held him close, their movements becoming a slow, deep fully body grind as they resumed kissing like they could only breathe the other’s air. Pressed flush together until he didn’t know where he ended and Stiles began, their scents no longer just their own, but imbued with them.

Stiles’ orgasm took them both by surprise, the human crying out and digging blunt fingernails into his shoulders as liquid pulsed between them and he clenched rhythmically around Derek’s cock, taking him over the edge as well. He buried his face in the cast off blankets to muffle his roar as he filled Stiles with his essence, already longing to do it again when they separated at last and he floated euphoric between wakefulness and sleep.

“So, I’m your mate, huh?” 

Derek’s eyes flew open some indeterminate amount of time later to find Stiles watching him with a wry smile.

“C’mon dude, you can’t be surprised I figured it out. ‘I can’t hate you, you’re my dot dot dot,’” the human mimicked, giving him a pointed look. “I’m only mad I didn’t see it earlier. I chalked up all the lurking, sorry, ‘checking in’ by my house to me being a vulnerable human and stuff.” Stiles snorted at his stunned expression. 

“I have wards, duh. And I made them so that I basically get a daily proximity report for non-hostile activity around the house just in case there’s still something I should know about,” he explained, shrugging. Derek cringed and Stiles patted him on the shoulder, squeezing  before continuing. “Or maybe it was something you did with all your packmates, I never asked.” 

There was a hint of something — anxiety? insecurity? — that led him to think that the Spark hadn’t wanted to know for sure that it was the same with everyone. Or to learn that he was being treated differently, but not for reasons he wanted. So he just didn’t in order to be able to maybe imagine sometimes… 

Derek understood perfectly, his heart aching for his mate who’d apparently been doing his own dance of pining and avoidance. How very fitting and silly of them.

“But add in the scarf,” Stiles continued — reaching across him to grab it and drape it over himself, fingers tracing its patterns lovingly — “and the sniffing and looks and providing since we’ve been here and well, I finally put 2 and 2 together. I might be fairly oblivious, but you, Mr. Wolf, are not subtle.”

Derek barked a laugh and grinned, unable to be annoyed at his pushy instinctual side when this was the outcome.

“Yes, you’re my clever, ridiculous mate.” 

“Sweet.”

The subsequent reflective silence lasted approximately 37 seconds.

“Sooo…do you have a knot?” 

Derek groaned and flopped onto his back, closing his eyes. He tried not to giggle when Stiles began poking him in the shoulder, complaining that he had a right to know about things which may or may not make an appearance in his ass. Sighing, he turned back over. 

“After the mating is complete, apparently.”

“Seems pretty complete to me,” Stiles joked, wagging his eyebrows. Derek rolled his eyes. 

“I suppose it’s time to borrow those books from Peter for you. The short version is, well, there has to be certain…intentions and behaviors and then a mating bite with my wolf teeth if—if you decide you want it someday and—“

“When,”  Stiles emphasized, matter-of-factly.

“When,” he repeated with a smile, pulling his mate close and nuzzling him to revel in their combined scents. 

The conversation continued, astute inquiries and humorous asides becoming intermittent murmurs until Stiles drifted off and he soon followed, lulled by the sound of his mate’s breathing.

Unsurprisingly, Derek woke first again and laid there for a good 15-20 minutes just watching Stiles sleep. Taking in the sight of him so soft and disheveled, beautiful and all his. His mate. When the desire to touch and taste won out over his contentment to observe, he made his way under the blanket haphazardly covering the human to part his thighs just enough to suckle at his dormant cock.

He’d mentioned last night how intense his cravings for his mate would be, especially this first month, now that they’d slept together. Stiles had grinned smugly and given him permission to have his way with him unless he stated otherwise.

Derek savored the evidence of arousal growing on his tongue and began to work slowly up and down the hardening shaft, coaxing the human back into consciousness. 

“Well, hello there,” Stiles mumbled, petting his head with a smile in his voice. 

In response, Derek redoubled his efforts and those slender fingers curled, tugging at his hair, and he moaned in approval. He encouraged Stiles to thrust upward in time with his movements, playing with his balls and then pressing behind them until he was rewarded with cries of pleasure and swallowed down his warm release. 

There was still no sign of any supernatural activity later that morning, fae or otherwise, as they reported again to Isaac. Whatever mystery being (or human prankster) had been there before had seemingly moved on, but they figured they might as well enjoy one more lazy day and cozy night alone together. Stiles fired up the grill that evening and it was Derek’s turn to be provided for and impressed by his mate’s cooking. They had filet mignon kebabs with zucchini and red onion accompanied by salted foil wrapped baked potatoes served with sour cream, chives, and smoked paprika. 

After one last walk around the property and down to the lake and back Derek got the whirlpool going and they blissed out soaking in the hot, turbulent water. The noises Stiles let out as the tension in his body dissipated, sliding down in the seat until his head was thrown back against the edge and his throat on full display, had Derek promptly wedged between his legs, sucking new bruises between yesterday’s blooms and grinding against him. 

He wasn’t about to attempt penetration in the water, but had another tantalizing idea in mind. Derek hauled Stiles up and turned him around before carefully placing him down with his torso on the surrounding deck and his legs and and ass hanging over the side. All but ripping off his trunks, Derek knelt back on the seat in the hot tub and spread his cheeks, eating him out with abandon until Stiles climaxed untouched with a guttural moan that he vowed to wring from him again.

Then he got out and carried his mate inside over his shoulder, snagging the bottle of lube from the living room and heading to christen the bedroom. Derek set the loose limbed teen onto the mattress on his belly and propped his hips up with a pillow. Impatiently, he slicked himself up and tested Stiles’ still ready hole with a couple of fingers before mounting him and sheathing his cock in a single motion. 

Derek pressed against his back and pinned him down, thrusting in long, deep strokes that made the teen gasp, increasing in speed until they grew erratic. His balls drew up and he howled as he planted his seed deep inside Stiles’ pliant body, remaining there until the human began to squirm. When he finally pulled away he dropped down beside his fuck drunk mate and peppered his smiling face with kisses. 

Stiles swatted his ass playfully and then grabbed hold of a cheek as they snuggled.

“Next time you can fuck me if you want,” he whispered, laughing at the surprised and hungry look on the teen’s face. 

They got up shortly before dawn and packed the last of their things, only bothering with a cursory shower because most of the time they had to spare was spent with Stiles’ kneeling on some extra towels in the stall with Derek’s cock in his insatiable mouth. 

Miraculously, they managed to leave at a quarter to 8:00 so Stiles could get back for his noon class barring any lengthy unexpected events. They passed the time with a combination of radio roulette, talking about whatever came to mind, and comfortable silence as Stiles read or gazed out the window and Derek had his thoughts, which were actually pleasant for once. How could they not be with his mate by his side?

To think that going on this random and apparently unnecessary, but strangely amazing trip had changed so much for the both of them. It couldn’t have been more perfect if it had been planned.

He glanced over and Stiles was idly playing with the end of his scarf with his right hand and Derek took his left, their fingers interlocking seamlessly like the red and amber yarn. It felt like they’d been doing this for ages. As if they belonged there, bound together. 

They did. 

Isaac:  

Recently returned from his morning English class, Isaac was getting a jump on the reading assignment when he heard the Camaro pull up outside.

He thew down the paperback and hurried over to the window to peer outside through a gap in the curtains. Derek and Stiles — who was wearing the scarf, yes! — were talking and standing rather close. He crossed his fingers. 

Moments later Derek took both of Stiles’ hands in his own and the human laughed, leaning in for a kiss. Isaac pumped his fist.

 “Hallelujah,” he whispered, turning away and picking up his phone feeling incredibly smug.

<They’re back. It worked.> 

<Thank fuck> replied Z-ter. <If I had to listen to one more longing sigh I would’ve gone and gotten myself killed a second time.>

Isaac snickered. <Dramatic much? But now we’re probably gonna have to put up with the loft smelling like a whorehouse.> 

<Like you’ve ever been to a whorehouse. Anyway, that would still be an improvement over the stench of sadness, frustration, and failure.>

<Lmao.>

<But speaking of your taste in music…>

<Oh, fuck you.>

<Sorry, this is Peter, not Scott or Allison.>

Blushing fiercely and mouth hanging open, he tried to think of a response, but the elder beta continued on like he didn’t just casually wreck him.

<I’m glad it was successful. Not that I had much doubt, it was my plan after all.>

Isaac huffed. <*Our* plan.>

Sure their resident zombie wolf had the associate with a decked out cabin who owed him a favor, but the idea to send them off somewhere together after Derek asked for the scarf —  which he then beautifully made, thank you very much — had been his.

<Tomayto, tomahto.>

He sent a middle finger emoji.

The Jeep struggled to life out front and Derek walked in shortly after with a big, stupid grin on his face. Isaac just looked at him and shook his head though he was secretly happy for his Alpha. God knew he deserved some joy in his life, even if it was with Stiles of all people. He only hoped that he didn’t have to see or hear any activities as well. Isaac would bet anything that Stiles was a screamer. 

Later that afternoon he received a message from the loud mouth himself.

<Glad to see my baby is still one piece.>

<I know your clumsy ass isn’t talking about breaking things.>

<Lol, fair. Hey, do you think you could knit me a beanie sometime? That scarf you made is pretty awesome, btw.>

Isaac sighed heavily. Of course.

<Hmm…for a price.>

<Well that sounds ominous.>

<Grinning devil emoji. Just a small favor at some point in the future. No first borns, I promise.>

<Uhhh…okaaay…>

<Deal. Now let me guess…gray with green. Perhaps with some blue and gold accents?>

<Holy shit, how did you know?!?>

<I’m psychic.>

Isaac rolled his eyes as he set the phone back on the side table. “Idiots, the both of them,” he muttered.

Still he couldn’t help smiling as he began looking through his supplies. 

#sterek #sterek fanfic #stiles stilinski fanart #wip big bang #sterek & stuff events #equiknots #equiknots apple #equiknots between #equiknots falling leaves #equiknots flame #equiknots knot #equiknots song #equiknots travel #equiknots trisk #trisk

[smolandweirdwriter]

Serafina and The Black Cloak Reread Thoughts: Chapter Three

Babe wake up new slang just dropped: “gnawin’ on leather” 

Her pa doesn’t like mr poe gives “my dad won’t let us watch horror movies so you have to sneak them over in a different dvd cover if we’re gonna watch a horror movie when you sleep over later tonight” omg rowena & serafina girltime au?? (Lol sorry)

Oooooh the dynamo’s busted I wonder what thaaat meeeaannnssss (hehehe)

Biltmore being one of the few homes to have electricity is a nice reminder of the time period

“she’d been trying to follow [her pa’s] rules at least some of the time” lol

“Spotting an upholstered chair she felt an overwhelming desire to run her fingernails over the plush fabric” REAL

Her being shocked at flower vases & the idea of flowers INSIDE the house is so funny

Awwww poor sera, looking for her momma and siblings everywhere…

Serafina is super smart. just putting that out there. She’s brilliant and I love her

Oop the first description of Edith Vanderbilt kinda gives chatgpt-generated ngl (obviously it wasn’t bc it predates chatgpt & shitty ai writing generators, & this book is SO MUCH BETTER than anything an AI could generate regardless) 

“A refined and attractive woman, Mrs. Vanderbilt had a pale complexion and a full head of dark hair, and she seemed at ease in her role of hostess as she moved through the room.” Idk what about this makes me think “AI generated” but it just DOES

“Serafina loved to climb the tapestries at night and run her fingernails down through the soft fabric” AGAIN SHES SO REAL FOR THIS

OHOHOHO MR THORNE NAMEDROP:

“I’m sure that most of you already know Mr. Montgomery Thorne,”… Mrs. Vanderbilt said with a gentle sweep of her arm toward a gentleman. “He has graciously offered to play [the violin] for us today.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Vanderbilt,” Mr. Thorne said with a smile as he stepped forward. ... To Serafina, who’d been listening to Biltmore’s visitors her entire life, he didn’t sound like he came from the mountains of North Carolina, or from New York like the Vanderbilts. He spoke with the accent of a southern gentleman, maybe from Georgia or South Carolina.”

Serafina having an eye for fashion was NOT what I was expecting from this reread lol (she describes mr t’s outfit then says “all of which she thought went nicely with his silvery-black hair and perfectly trimmed sideburns”)

Hmmm interesting she actually sympathizes with/likes mr Thorne at first?? I did nOT recall that

Lol serafina liking to watch mr Thorne’s fingers move as he plays and wanting to pounce on them is so Cat of her

OMG BRAEDEN BRAEDEN BRAEDEN BRAEDEN

Apparently he looks “sickly, a little frail even” which I do not recall, but hes also got “watchful, sensitive brown eyes” and “a rather fetching tussle of wavy brown hair”

“Are you lost?” WE GOT IT WE GOT THE LINE but more importantly we got the NEXT LINE which is “May I help you find your way?” And hes described as not timid or shy but also not overly confident which I LOVE (fun fact this line is very similar to one of the characters of my other favorite kid’s book series, Keefe Sencen’s “you must be lost” line)

Lol Braeden always sharing his food with Gideon annoys the chefs i LOVE him

OMG HE BOWS TO HER WHEN SHE GIVES HIM HIS NAME LIKE SHE’S A PROPER LADY!!!!! MEN!!!! TAKE NOTES!!!!!! THIS IS HOW IT’S DONE!!!

Name drop at last, missing girl’s name is Clara Brahms. Honestly I’m a little sad Clara isnt a recurring character later on. Braeden, Serafina, and Clara could’ve been a good trio 

OOOOHH “She had heard the servants in the kitchen joke that their master must have secretly found the Fountain of Youth” what a NICE SET UP for how the black cloak keeps people young & serafina’s suspicion of mr Vanderbilt

Mr Vanderbilt: *wears dress shoes to go riding*

serafina: criminal activity right there. Lock him up

This was my favorite chapter so far, probably because it introduces us to so many different characters and moving parts. I like Mr. Vanderbilt a lot more than I remember (as a historical figure now that I know more about him & also as a character) and Braeden is, of course, perfect in every way.

#serafina x braeden #serafina and the black cloak #serafina and the black cloak reread #serafina series #serafina and the splintered heart #serafina and the twisted staff #serafina and the seven stars

[yolowritter]

A perspective on understanding Gideon Ofnir

Hello there everyone! This post is going be what it says on the tin, a character analysis/perspective piece on Sir Gideon Ofnir, the All-Knowing. I'll happily admit that he's one of the most interesting characters in Elden Ring, and I've wanted to discuss him for a while now. Hence the post, obviously. I won't go into any extreme detail here, there's people in the community that have done this far better, I simply want to offer my two cents on why Gideon is a good character. Not "a good person", but "a good character". What's his worldview? What makes him interesting? Why do I personally like him? Without any further ado, let's begin!

First off, let's begin by establishing a baseline of who Gideon is, what era he has lived in, and what we know about him before the Tarnished arrives in the Lands Between. As with all things in Elden Ring, stagnation is a big theme in Gideon's character, if in subtext at least. His design itself is reminiscent of an owl at first glance, with the dark greys and soft browns. His armor especially is littered with eyes and ears, giving way to his matle of The All Knowing. Gideon is very much like an owl, in the metaphorical sense at least. He's ancient, portrayed as wise and clearly very knowlegdeable in the happenings of the Lands Between. His eyes are sharp and his ears wide open, as he often has spies and men at his employ to assist in his endeavors of collecting knowledge. Now, personally I think there's a comparison to be made here with the Norse God Odin, the All-Seeing (amongst other titles), but I'll save that for another, more specific post. The point is that from the moment we see him, Gideon is presented as a wise mentor type of character, and this is immediately reinforced when he moves from the Roundtable's central room to his office/library. In my many, many playthroughs of the game, I eventually realized that he actually does so without needing to kill a Shardbearer, and Gideon even has specific dialogue once the Tarnished interrupts his reading, explicitly stating he's got no time to waste on them, and that he will welcome them to the Roundtable once they've gotten their hands on a Great Rune. Now, at first glance this might make him seem cold and even rude, but think for a moment of where Gideon is coming from. He is old, old enough to have been Leader of the Roundtable for a very long while. He's seen countless Tarnished embark on the same journey as the player character, and one after the other they fail, go mad, or abandon the search for Great Runes. Think on Bernahl, whose related cut content helps us understand he had a Finger Maiden once, and was on the journey to become Elden Lord. Think on Vargram, one of the first Tarnished to sit at the Roundtable, now delegated to a...something in the physical Hold within Leyndell. Admittedly invasions are a tricky thing to explain in-universe, even they clearly are meant to be considering the Recusants and Bloody Fingers actively make use of "multiplayer" items like the Festering Bloody Fingers, which is how the Tarnished gets invaded when travelling the Lands Between. I digress, the point is that other Tarnished (and most famously Vyke) have come very close to becoming Elden Lord, even if how exactly our favorite Dragonspear got to the Erdtree without killing Morgott is unclear. Gideon has been there the entire time, watching one after the other get so very close...only to fail at the last step. It's no wonder then that he dismisses all the current residents of the Hold as weak, or accuses them of seeing the Roundtable as a "mere shelter from the rain". He isn't even wrong in that regard! Diallos and Roderika are soft-handed nobles who were exiled for their Tarnished heritage. They aren't warriors, and Roderika admits this herself. Diallos does so as well, later in his storyline. Corhyn clearly has no ambitions for the throne, instead seeking to "counsel" the would-be Elden Lord once somebody else makes the journey. D rests at the Roundtable partly between his hunts of Undead, and partly because of Fia also basically occupying a room and giving out her blessing. Neither of them care about the throne. Rogier also has his own interests, and until we come along it is completely natural for Gideon to see this drivel and lose faith in the Tarnished. Gideon Ofnir seems to me like a tired old man who put his faith in people time and time again only to get no results. Isn't it natural that he considers us all a joke until someone finally gets a Great Rune? I'd say it's worth pondering him further, and I'll make another post soon about the events of the actual game. See you all soon!

#elden ring #gideon ofnir #character analysis #pre game analysis #elden ring character speculation

[frankenkyle19]

Hello cutie!! I'm a fan of your work and I want to say that you are very cool <3

I've already requested a ship with Evan characters from another amazing author, but I'd like to write to you again if that's ok!! You know, it’s nice to get an opinion from all the authoritative and knowledgeable people whom I trust in this regard hehe (=^-ω-^=)

English is not my first language, so I'm sorry if there is something strange or incoherent

I am 5'2 feet Asian with brown eyes and blue short (about 3 cm) hair, but my natural color is dark. I'm pretty slim but not athletic

I love a variety of clothes. All sorts of cute things like Hello Kitty, but I also have a lot of dark things.

I'm very impressionable, emotional and empathic, a big crybaby actually. Pretty funny and have good, stupid humor. A little delulu and silly person. Shy at the beginning of communication, but then I open up as an active person.TOUCH CONTACT!! I bite a little, but it's like a love language. By the way I cursing a lot, so unfamiliar people around me are shocked by the inconsistency of this with my cute appearance. I prefer to spend time at home, cause I don't like the street and large, although sometimes it can be fun

I built my personality on Steven Universe, Undertail, a little on some anime like Sailor Moon or Shaman King. I love drama movies. La La Land is my favorite. I love The Office even more. Favorite artists One Direction (each member solo), Joji, Lana Del Rey, The Neighborhood

Thank you very much, have a nice day/morning/night xx

I ship you very much with Kyle spencer! My love, my baby boy!

Specifically Franken!Kyle because he’s my fav

Loves your blue hair! Finds it so pretty and nicknames you blueberry because he likes blueberry and he likes your hair as well

Hello kitty clothes??? Kyle absolutely adores it. “Kitty!” He’d mumble, smiling at whatever you were wearing that day.

He’s shy and it takes him a while to trust people, but when he does he’s all in. Physical contact is his biggest love language! He’s not great at expressing himself but he’s able to show it through touch! Although sometimes he may be a little too rough. He doesn’t mean it!

loves to stay with you, wherever you are, but also prefers to stay in. He likes to be alone and have you all to himself for all the snuggles his undead heart could desire

feel like he was definitely a one direction fan as a frat boy, although the rest of his fraternity thought it was cringe, but now he loves it even more because it gives him some sense of comfort and remembrance of how things used to be

[firstdivisiongirl]

hii!

i was thinking of asking for a matchup and didin't decided to do it until i saw your post bout them closing!1!1! so i was wondering if i could get a perfect matchup with a male tr character pls (๑´ ˘ ` ๑) ♡

soo i'm an entp scorpio, and i tried taking the enneagram test (didn't really understood nothing but it was fun) and i'd say i relate more to 5&9?

personality-wise, i tend to be really hard to approach. i don't really know how to act when people come up to me and may end up being percieved as weird and unwelcoming. i am mostly shy and awkward, but i try to be more positive with my friends. for the people i am with, i am innovative with the things i say, since i am more or less a foreigner and our cultures are very different. lowk selfish and avoiding but i am good at heart i promise😓 when i am v comforatble with som1, i am more relaxed and spontanous. i often hop in the first bus i see with my bsf to see where it takes us and end up lost in the city to discover the things around.

i like fashion, reading&learning (esp sociology and politics hrglg it's so interesting) latin spanish music and the beach!1!1 please drag me out of the city and put me in a tropical beach, i was not made for the urban lifestyle my hobbies are (punctually) baking, cooking and i take pictures of flowers i find pretty w my new camera. i like big plants--esp flowers like hibiscus nd orchids. i actively dislike mean, judgmental and people who are rude for the sake of it.

as in appeareance, i am a 1.70, tan and rather skinny girl with dark brown eyes. my hair is very black, wavy and it ends in the middle/upper part of my back.

that's pretty much everything i can think of saying about me(x_x) idk if it's enough. i tried comparing it to previous matchups to see what i should say, soo yeah! that's it. thanks in advance for the req if you do it& keep up with your series! i really like your emma x draken ones, they're so cute and fun to readദ്ദി ˉ͈꒳ˉ͈ )✧

Hello there. Thank you for tall the nice words. I have to say, the Emma x Draken story and series is my favorite thing I have ever write. I am most proud of it and it is honest something I read whenever I am sad or just want to smile. They are my favorite anime couple. But let's get on with the matchup! I hope you like it!

You Got...

Kokonoi Hajime!!!!

Yes, he can be mean, but it's only because of what he's been through and how he coupes with the pain. He is also really only rude to people who are against him and his cause. He is actually a nice person if you think about it! He's super loyal (with how he stays with Inui and helps him with his dreams) and he was willing to give himself up just so others were safe.

He would love the spontaneity of your personality, he loves crazy and will do anything in the moment.

Would buy you so many pretty clothes.

The conversations between you two would be riveting and intellectual. I think the man would love a good political conversation!

He would take the lead when people approach you. He knows it's hard for you and would want you to be at ease.

He'd get you the best camera money can buy. And he would take you all over the world just so you can get some amazing images of not only plants but the whole world.

Would eat your cooking and give some to coalleges. He would beat them up if they were mean

#first division girl #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers matchups #tokyo revengers matchup #tr matchups #tr matchup #tokyo rev matchup #tokyo rev #character matchup

[ithinkabouttzu]

Hi, I know you probably get a ton of these and that you’re probably really busy, but I was wondering if I could get a BOB and TP ship?

My pronouns are she/her. I’m 5’3, midsize/curvy girl with brown eyes and short, curly brown hair. My favorite fashion styles are alt, dark/grunge/chaotic/green academia, and cryptidcore.

I’m an INFP, HSP, and a Capricorn. Basically I’m really sensitive and empathetic. I love reading, writing, video games, animation, music, history, nature, and animals. I’m not a fan of conflict/fighting. I prefer to talk things out and find a more peaceful resolution. Another thing is that I’m an introvert and prefer more quiet and chill activities as opposed to loud and energetic ones. I need a fair amount of alone time in order to recharge.

A “hobby” of mine(if you can call it that) is over analyzing different characters, events, and worlds from different video games, movies, tv shows, books, etc. I also like hiking/nature walks, and self/skincare.

I would say my love language physical touch. I love to cuddle and I’m very affectionate. Like I said before I don’t like conflict or yelling, so an ideal partner would like to calmly communicate with me if we had any disagreements.

Anyway I hope this enough for you. Again I understand that you must be busy with all these requests so take your time. Love your work. Thank you.

Thank you for your request! Also i'm just going to do the BoB ship first. Just because I want to make sure it's perfect, but please send me your description in my asks and I will definitely do your TP ship separately!!

I ship you with…

Carwood Lipton!

song recommendation: Everybody Loves Somebody - Dean Martin

Alright let me start off by saying that I think you guys would go along so well together. Like physically, but also emotionally you guys would really compliment each other.

You are so his type. So when he sees you he's sure it's love at first sight. Your curves, your pretty hair, You're so beautiful to him. He can't help but stare at you like a maniac because he's just in awe with you.

You aren't really short, but he thinks your height is so cute. Like he can just look down at you and completely melt. He definitely calls you his "fun sized gf" Lol

both of your styles are quite different, but I still think that you guys would look so nice with one another. He thinks all of your styles are super cool and stylish, he's pretty plain and simple about style so maybe you can give him some types on clothes shopping.

He understands your emotions really well actually. It doesn't matter if you're feeling really emotional that day, or if you are just feeling kind of down. It doesn't bother him at all. He's actually a really good boyfriend and would try to do anything to make you feel better. And the more that he dates you he understands what helps you better and some stuff that you don't like when you're having a bad day.

He's super thoughtful when it comes to you. He will always be thinking of you and how you feel at any inconvenience or even in general. What you think and what you like really matters to him. He loves you bunches and is willing to do anything to prove that to you.

Along with that with all of your hobbies and interests, he's of course supporting them by making sure you are completely spoiled with the things you need to enjoy your down time. For example, he'd definitely take you to the bookstore and tell you to get whatever you'd like. Just because seeing that cute smile on your face is totally worth it.

I think he'd see you play video games and become super interested in them. Like he would watch and be like, "how are your hands moving so fast?" and would be super fascinated with it. (he might even ask you if you can teach him how to play it) *cue the romantic montage music*

Okay now, you guys can really get along with both liking nature and animals. I mean he's really like a male snow white when it comes to animals, so getting a bunch of pets is a NECESSITY for the near future. And he'd love going on bunches of hikes or outside picnics. Even just taking a nice walk around if it's nice outside.

He's not a big fan of fighting with you either. He hates it every time you guys get into an argument and he hates seeing you get sad or mad because of something he did. If you guys do get into a conflict, he'll never raise his voice at you, he just can't do it. He prefers sitting down and talking about the situation maturely instead. And afterwards he always will apologize, ALWAYS!

Lip is the perfect person you can relax and enjoy quiet time with. He enjoys it almost as much as you do. So just staying cozy with one another inside is always preferred from you both, occasionally he'll ask you if you want to go out, but it honestly doesn't matter as long as he's spending time with you.

Whenever you need alone time or just some space away to recharge your social battery (which we all do sometimes) he'll always give you your space. He's super respective of your space and so if you need some time away he's willing to give it ofc.

Okay, idea, I think one night, before you guys go to bed, he'd see you doing your skincare and immediately want you to try it on him. He's a bit of an old school guy, meaning he just uses a bar of soap and water to wash his face. But when he sees you put so many extra products he finds it really interesting and will ask you if you can try it on him too lol.

HE ABSOLUTELY LOVES when you ask him for cuddles. It's his favorite thing ever. Just holding you and feeling you in his arms is so amazing. His favorite cuddle position would have to be whenever you lay your head on his chest. HE just loves holding you. Especially after the war because he has hard trouble going to sleep, but when you guys cuddle he can finally get the rest he needs.

But he loves whenever you're affectionate in any way possible. He's affectionate too. HE loves your curves so he'll always take any chance he can get *respectfully* to grab, hug, and kiss on you.

Overall, he's just a super sweetheart for you and is totally in love with you!!

Thank you again for your request lovely, I hope you enjoyed this, much love! <3333

#ithinkabouttzu #band of brothers #band of brothers ships

[leorawright]

Hiya!! Can I request an overwatch romantic matchup? I'm alright with any male character!

I'm a transmasc demigay voidboy(he/it/zhe prns!). I'm autistic and have adhd, and I also have a really bad iron deficiency (it can cause me to almost faint and sometimes makes me struggle to partake in alot of physical activity). I'm around 5'8 and I'm slightly muscular. I'm alot stronger than I look and also weigh more than what people expect. I have a shoulder length shag cut and jellyfish hybrid hairstyle that's light-ish brown and very wavy and soft.

I'd consider myself to be really introverted and I struggle to initiate conversations with people. I am good at keeping them going and I think I'm a pretty funny and interesting person. I'm kind of mean to people I meet at first cause I have a pretty severe fear of people, and bad anxiety in general. When I warm up to someone I tend to want to always talk to them and cling to them when I'm stressed. I have pretty bad sensory issues, loud noises set me off the most. I actually despise hairdryers and hand dryers, I hate those noises. Also, I don't like large crowds, but I can handle things like that most of the time. I struggle with speaking how I feel, so I convey it with actions instead. Alot of people think I'm intimidating too. Whenever someone annoys me I'm really good at scaring them off, as I can go long periods without blinking and I have a pretty monotone voice.

I have a ton of intrests, but my main ones are horror/horror movies (ESPECIALLY horror pop culture), fps games, rhythm games, indie horror games, biology and electronics. I have a really bad habit of taking things apart when they're broken to see how they work, then attempt to put them back together and find a new use for them. My special interest is marine biology and I know a ton about it. It's something I could talk about forever

For a partner, someone who I could tell loves me would be best. I have alot of self-doubts about how other people feel about me and I need a bit of reassurance. I'd also look for someone who would introduce me to new things. Generally, I just want someone who I can be close to, while they can also rely on me. I'd also love someone who's love language is physical affection. My personal language is quality time and giving gifts.

Tysm..... sorry it's so long ;; i love ur blog!!

Don't worry! I pick...

Reaper!

First of all his favorite genre is horror so he'd definitely binge movies with you

He'd doesn't like people so he tends to avoid crowds and such as well

He doesn't often make loud noises so don't worry about being overwhelmed

He's honestly appalled when you tell him about your insecurities because in his eyes you're so beautiful and amazing

Once he's comfortable telling you he loves you be tells you almost every time he sees you

You and him often find new experiences together

He's super touch-starved so once he knows it's okay to cuddle he's almost always hugging you or cuddling you

#overwatch x reader #reaper x reader #matchups

[brandnewhuman]

Hiii I was wondering if you could do a matchup? I really liked reading the other ones you did. I’m 5’5 with green eyes, freckles, and short brown hair. I guess my body type is kinda curvy and my style tends to be (when I’m not feeling lazy and wearing sweats) grunge or a retro kinda look. I’m kinda shy but I might come off as aloof instead and that doesn’t help with my witty humor and I also just have a difficult time opening up about my feelings. I’m really nice to everyone I meet though and too empathetic for my own good. People tend to come to me when they got a problem. Always giving advice and then not following it myself lol. I’m really just a chill person overall but I do get anxious when it comes to affection. It takes time for me to warm up to it. Personality type is INTJ if that helps. I like taking naps, watching movies favorite is Labyrinth :), listening to old music and also modern alternative, love musicals, and I like to create a lot of stories and characters (at least in my head). I’m not very active as you can tell lol. The only times I go out is for work and to hang out with friends. Also love all kinds of animals especially dogs. I honestly don’t know who I’d match up with I’m just curious about your take. Thank you!

I paired you up with...

♡Michael Myers♡

☆rz version☆

I'm so glad you liked my other matchups^^ I always try to make them as personal and fun as I can for the person who sent the request. I like the idea of everyone having a unique and special matchup only for them^^

Now I initially thought you were a vincent sinclair type of person but the more I read your description the more I realise you would be absolutely perfect for Mike. 

I KNOW THAT BOTH OF YOU AREN'T GOOD WITH EMOTIONS BUT HEAR ME OUT

This version of Michael is so much more expressive and shows his feelings more often than the others. He kind of has more depth emotionally wise so I thought that maybe it wasn't that bad of a choice. He cares deeply about the one he loves and normally when he loves someone is always a 100% or nothing situation. He would do anything and everything for you even tho he has a hard time showing it. 

Again I can't remember who said it but I read someone saying that Michael has a dry sense of humour and I 100% believe that. You two would be always having inside jokes only he and you can understand and Michael would feel definitely more free of joking around knowing that you're one of the few people who understands his jokes. 

This tree of a man needs all the understanding in this world. He doesn't necessarily want someone who has to give him advice and definitely not someone who wants to figure out every single problem in his head. He needs a person to whom he can go and simply rest and relax knowing he is loved and understood by that person. You being nice and empathetic could actually help him better, you know after years of being dehumanised by everyone and getting called evil itself someone being nice to you and treating you decently is a welcomed change

Don't worry tho, Michael gives as much as he takes. Maybe he's not the biggest on romance but the small things he does for you are the ones that show how much he actually listens and wants you to be happy. He is an act of service and quality time type of person especially if that means taking care of you. He might manhandle you sometimes ecc but he wants you to always feel good and safe around him. He needs you to know that you don't have to always care for him, that he can take care of you too. 

If it takes time for you to warm up this man takes fucking ages. He is the CEO of defrosting before affection. Not that he doesn't want it, it's just something he needs to be sure he wants to give and receive. For him affection is a really important thing to give away to someone, even more important than saying I love you or doing sex. It's such a vulnerable state you put yourself in when you let someone hug you ecc that it can almost be overwhelmingly scary. He had bad experiences about it and those are things he is not willing to experience again. That plus the fact that deep inside he doesn't really feel like he deserves any of it or that he's capable of such a kind and gentle act (thanks to Loomis) 

He would love to take naps with you. As I said in my Michael Myers' anaemic post this dude would always be down for a good nap. Besides, he finds it difficult to relax and sleep in general cause he's always on the edge of anything that could hurt him so knowing you're there too would help. Sleeping with someone next to you is considered to be the ultimate act of trust, since you're putting yourself in a vulnerable position for that person to hurt you. He trusts you so much that not only does he fall deep asleep but he feels safe by being next to you. 

Please do movie marathons with him, he hasn't been able to experience all of these things and he would be so happy to do this type of normal date stuff. He wants to feel normal again, he can't take back all the wasted years but at least he can now compensate by doing fun stuff like this, or making masks while listening to music with you. 

He might look uninterested in what you're saying but he's listening and he will remember everything you say. He would really like for you to talk to him about your stories ecc cause even if you can't really see it he is curious about everything that has to do with creativity ecc

He would be so fucking happy with you :') I could almost cry thinking about it. 

And if all of this is not enough, he is 6'9 tall and has long hair. Isn't that enough reason to love him? I think it is, yes.

This matchup made me think about this song:

#slasher community #slasher fandom #slashers #slasher fanfiction #horror movies #slasher x reader #slasher headcanons #michael myers #halloween #rz michael myers x reader #rz halloween #rz michael myers #slasher #slasher matchups

[mothermouth]

old wcrp oc time 😎😎😎😎😎

descriptions / backgrounds for each of them under the cut (they're labeled in purple in the pic!)

A. blossomfrost: white molly with ginger tabby markings and curious blue and yellow eyes. she doesn't rly have a solidified story bc she's been in a lot of different groups and her background has changed each time LOL but she's one of my earliest wcrp ocs!

B. soughcall: light sandy tabby molly with ginger and lilac markings and yellow-green eyes. daughter of loners who brought her to cedarclan out of desperation. she was quite the popular cat and ended up in a relationship with her two best friends, softbreeze and owltuft. the three of them had a litter of four adorable kittens and that was kinda at the point that the group unraveled rip but... she loved being active in their lives as their mom at least for a little while!

C. duckcurl: white molly with brown tabby and ginger splotches, curly fur, and yellow eyes. brand new oc who i literally came up w yesterday LMAO so she doesnt have a backstory yet... but she will 😎

D. bellpaw: curly-furred tom with a pale, pointed coat and deep blue eyes. never really got to rp with him much and put him in several groups so his story changed around a lot... but he is one of my all time favorite wcrp characters. i mean do u see his little floppy tail. come on. also fun fact in the group he was born into he was the son of the leader 😳

E. bramblingwing: white molly with calico patches and amber eyes. my GIRLLLL i had so much fun rping her but this was towards the time when i started Struggling and my activity in wcrp groups took a hit so i never actually met the qualifications for her to be a warrior and her littermates beat her to it :~/ the group she was in went inactive but i ended up giving her a warrior name years later bc she was SO close and she deserved it <3

F. mudbelly: speckled reddish-brown tom with vivid golden eyes. i loved this boy so much :"~) he was very mischievous and loved making messes and going on adventures lol. he's one of my only ocs who ever had a mate (the others are oakheart and soughcall!) but unfortunately the group shut down before they could do anything abt it LOL

G. warblerkit: long-haired blue mink molly with white splotches, one lapis eye, and one cerulean eye. my LITERAL daughter. she is very very very anxious about everything and was going to have a very cool coming of age character arc playing off of the fact that her older sibling was clan leader! but sadly the group closed right before her apprentice ceremony 😔

H. oakheart: dark ginger tabby tom with long fur, black and white markings, and yellow-green eyes. yes his name is oakheart yes i am aware there is a canon wc character named oakheart no i did not choose to name him this yes it has grown on me. my very first wcrp character and one of my all time favorites 🥲 he was basically firestar reincarnated but thats ok. he was so much fun to rp and was just abt to have kits with his mate when the group he was in fell apart rip

I. claudia: long-haired gray and white molly with darker points and kinked whiskers. ship cat who ended up coming onto land and had 3 adorable sons who i TREASURE AND CHERISH: luti (golden brown), corambo (dark red), and camillus (gray and white)! i got to rp these guys maybe like... one single time ever before the group shut down but i love them so much

J. swanbreeze: pale gray molly with tabby patches, tufted ears, sea green eyes, a twisted foreleg, and a twisted jaw. my second ever wcrp oc... her group unraveled and her family unraveled with it LOL but basically when she was a kit she and her three brothers escaped camp and were attacked by a hawk that killed two of the brothers and brutally injured her. her apprenticeship got delayed while her leader figured out what her future would be (bc she could never be a warrior due to her injuries but there were already 2 medicine cats including her one surving brother) but then some evil spirits attacked and destroyed everything (yeah. it was part of the group plot AND part of the drama that ended up tearing the group apart! LOL!) and she got separated from her family forever and abandoned in the ruins. still havent worked out what happened between that and the end of her life but my vision for her is that she ends up killing a hawk that attacks someone she loves (maybe her own kits? idk) and then decides she's "earned" her warrior name and calls herself swanbreeze after breezeclan (her home) as a way to honor / remember her family :"~)

#u may notice a theme which is that basically every wcrp group ive ever been in has shut down or gone inactive 💖 looking forward to a #future day in which that is not the case but in the meantime i am having fun reminiscing! #mine #my art #my ocs #blossomfrost #soughcall #duckcurl #bellpaw #bramblingwing #mudbelly #warblerkit #my oakheart #claudia #corambo #luti #camillus #swanbreeze

[perfectpaperbluebirds]

Hi, sorry if you’ve answered this before but I was wonder what do the Tenbusches look like?

Anon, you are my favorite today as this is exactly the distraction I needed after a shitty day (and week and month and so far year). And you actually ARE the first person to officially ask me this, so I'm thrilled to answer! :) I have thought about this extensively, so long-winded answer ahead! @chestcongestion drew their interpretation of them not long ago (check it out here) and they actually got quite a few things in the right ballpark, especially since I didn't give much insight on their appearances! But let me give you the official rundown:

Thaddeus: Hair is coppery red and fluffy, eyes are bright green. The shortest of the three, but muscular and well-built, so he could be called stocky due to his height. Lots of freckles all over his body. Generally ruddy and healthy looking. Wears reading glasses as he gets older. He has crows feet and laugh lines early in life due to how much time he spends outside, and how much he loves to laugh. (Other than Padma, Thad is the one that was most spot-on in Beep's fan art!)

JB (Joel Benjamin, if anyone cares): The tallest in the family. Of Latino descent on one side, with dark, thick, wavy hair and dark eyes, but fairer skin. However, he tans quickly and easily and is dark-appearing most of the year. He's more stocky/muscular than lanky, and struggles with his physique as he ages. He also needs glasses in his older years. Generally he's very serious and slow to smile, but when he does, it's the warmest smile ever.

Theodore: Of medium height and build, though on the taller/thinner side of average. Blue eyes and thick, straight dark hair. Wears glasses always as he hates contacts and touching his eyes. On the pale side, but gets flushed with any physical activity or wind. His warm, open demeanor is evident on his face. His eyes disappear when he grins. When he smiles, everyone around him smiles.

Audra: Thick, wavy auburn hair and blue eyes, of Irish descent (her maiden name is Murphy). Average-tall height for a woman and curvy, with a generous bust and hips, but she maintains her trim waist well into retirement and works out religiously (more than any of the others), so she tends more toward muscular than slender. She wears glasses for reading and computer work. She has serious RBF and a very matter-of-fact demeanor, so she comes off as severe to most people at first, but it doesn't take long to see her soft, silly side.

Thalia: Tall and willowy, with long blonde hair and strikingly dark brown eyes. More slender than heavy. She knows she's gorgeous and knows the effect she has on people, so she always dresses the part whenever she leaves the house. She never needs glasses, which is good because she wouldn't wear them if she did. She's more likely to roll her eyes and make a sarcastic comment than smile, but just like everything else about her, her real smile is beautiful.

Padma: Of Indian descent, with brown skin and very dark hair and eyes. She's by far the shortest and thinnest of them all, petite and almost frail-looking, though she's quite healthy and gets sick the least of all six. She wears glasses whenever she works on the computer. Her hair reaches past her waist, long and thick, and seems to make up half her weight when it's loose and brushed out, though she usually wears it in some sort of braid. Gentleness exudes from her, and if she's not deep in thought, she can usually be seen with a peaceful smile on her face.

I have (imperfect) celebrity face claims for all of them. If a lot of people ask, I may share. But I'd rather you picture them for yourselves from what I've given you here.

Thank you again for asking! I really appreciate you taking an interest in my characters.

#answered asks #my ocs #OC asks #CottageVersity AU

[lord-shitbox]

entire ask game. send me asks too or ill bite you really ahrd

assuming you said this for the 'weirder asks' game. godbless

who is/are your comfort character(s)?

Gozu and mezu

lighter or matches?

I like lighters more but i only have a matchbox (the striking paper on it is shit anyways)

do you leave the window open at night?

ye

which cryptyd being do you believe in?

none

what color are your eyes?

brown

why did you do that?

do wot

hair-ties or scrunchies?

Hair ties

how many water bottles are in your room right now?

None. 2 glasses and a mason jar though 

which do you prefer, hot coffee or cold coffee?

Cold. on ice

would you slaughter the rich?

Idc about killing them i just want their wealth redistributed

favorite extracurricular activity?

Fucking around at the grocery store en masse

what kind of day is it?

Did not do a single piece of schoolwork but i did every other possible task

when was the last time you ate?

Within the hour. Had a bowl of rice on my desk

do you love the smell of earth after it rains?

ya

are you a parent? (all answers qualify)

no

can you drive?

no

are you farsighted or nearsighted?

nearsighted

what hair products do you use?

none

imagine we’re at a sleepover, would you paint my nails?

If you want me to ya

do you say soda or pop?

soda

something you’ve kept since childhood?

A lot of things. Stuffed animals, jewelry

what type of person are you?

chilling

how do you feel about chilly weather?

👍 but i prefer mild temperatures. The kind of just-barely cold that isnt really cold. I don’t like wearing lots of clothes

if we were together on a rooftop, what would we be doing?

Depends on who you are. for u specifically, probly not much

perfume/body spray or lotion?

Mmmm…i dont own any body spray but i have mixed feelings about the texture of lotion. It’s not actually that bad but i don’t like putting wet stuff on me (same genre of sensory dislike as wearing lots of clothing)

a scenario that you’ve replayed multiple times?

Uh.. like daydream? There’s one i used to have but its really really edgy and embarrassing 

about how many hours of sleep did you get?

Last night, 12. On weekdays its like 6

do you wear a mask?

No sorry

how do you like your shower water?

warm

is there dishes in your room?

Yes leave me alone

what type of music keeps you grounded?

Heavy stuff. Like fast and hard noises. Nothing slow

do you have a favorite towel?

yeah

the last adventure you’ve been on?

Went 2 bowser movie wth an extended group of people last night and afterwards we walked to winco and did funny things in shopping carts

is there a song you know every word to by heart?

Tbh…no. Im really good at remembering song lyrics in general but i dont think there are any in particular i memorize

what’s your timezone?

Doxx me why don’t you

how many times have you changed your url?

Never <3

someone in your life, other than a relative, you’ve known for 10+ years?

Uhh.. not really? Am not in much contact with childhood close friends (theres one ive seen a few times recently but we haven’t actually talked). I believe i’ve known tuna for upcoming 8yrs though

a soap bar that smells good?

I dont like bar soap i like the liquid kinds. Old spice

do you use lip balm?

During dry lip season (i forget when this is) my lips get dry as fuck 

did you have any snacks today?

ye

how do you take your coffee?

With ice and chocolate in it

an app you frequently use besides this godforsaken site?

Discord & instagram 

what’s your take on spicy foods?

yum (reasonable spice tolerance)

you get a free pass to kill anyone, who is it?

Nobody…i hate some people 2 death (i dont think about them so i forget who they are) but theyre not bothering me rn so idc

can you remember what happened yesterday?

Bowser moive

favorite holiday film?

Year without a santa claus (IM MR FREEZE MISER)

what was the last message you sent?

“so far i think the only red text thats restricted to origin is mhin's”

when did you first try an alcohol beverage?

Idk ive had sips in young youth. Parents would give me some so i could go “wow this tastes nasty” and not crave any ever (they were right for this)

can you skip rocks?

I may have done it successfully like twice in my life

can i tag you in random stuff?

Ya sure

#asks #mario himself in the movie was extremely mid i did not care about him #cant say if it was entirely the voice actor tho. & it could be entirely my own preferential bias (just dont care abt his kind of character) #&/or mid writing #bowser was cool tho so im calling it the bowser movie #guy who derives 30% of media enjoyment from OST alone: why is there no music in this scene #climax fight scene music was solid but like there wasnt enough good music for me in the rest of the movie #mario was pretty much there to be peach's boytoy and honestly good for her. she slayed hard

[writingamongther0ses]

Mary Arden “MA” Ayres

So for my new Intro to Creative Writing class, we have to do writing exercises and turn one in. One of these was making a character profileand that’s what I turned in.

Basics

Age: 14

Location: Sunshine, Oregon

Nationality: Romani-American

Occupation: Part-time worker for her mother’s clothing store

Physical Appearance

Height: 5’1”

Eye color: Brown

Hair color: Dark

Build: Skinny and lanky kid, gradually putting some more weight on

Distinguishingbody attributes: Gains a scar across her nose

Characteristic accessories: Carries a bag of cat treats around, likes to wear colorful sweaters

How do they walk: She more marches than walks, fast walker with arms pumping

How do they talk: Raised very prim and proper for a good chunk of her life so she speaks slowly with a very false sense of cheer. Eventually wears away to be a fast talker.

Any characteristic postures: Likes to cross her arms when sitting

Psychology

Pet peeve?: Stupidity and the smell of incense

Distinguishing mannerism(s)?

Idea of a bad idea?: No such thing!

Introvert or extrovert: Ambivert

What do they do when no one is watching?: Climb onto the roof of her house to stargaze

What do they like to do to make a good impression?

Idea of a good day?: No running around, just chilling and playing with her cat

Do they have a favorite quote?: No

What do they find boring?: Just sitting and waiting for something

What do they find peaceful?: Their cat

What would they do if they won the lottery?: Try and give half of it to her mom

What do they do to get past an unpleasant experience?

Any favorite songs/movies?: The Great Mouse Detective

What do they want the most and why?: To help Sunshine by getting rid of the ghosts that plague it

What do they fear the most and why?: Heavy black dresses since it reminds her of her grandmother

What have they always dreamt of doing but don’t seem to be able to do?: To not come out of a tree without falling out

Are they particularly sensitive to any thing about themselves?: Not really. She’s learning more about herself since her parents’ divorce.

Circumstances

Place of birth: New York City, NY

Hometown: New York City

Educational history: Private school

Involved in clubs and organizations in school?: Used to be in girl’s choir at the private school

Any painful childhood memories?: Girls’ choir and her grandparents’ disappointment when she quits.

Dream job as a child?: Taking over the family business

Hobbies growing up (if different from current hobbies): Practicing piano

Greatest regret?: Nothing really

Happiest memory: Seeing her mom actually smile once the divorce papers were turned in.

Saddest memory?: Nothing really

Skeletons in the closet?: Keeping Sunshine’s paranormal activity from her mom.

State of the family today? Are both parents alive? What is their relationship to their sibling(s)?: Both parents alive but divorced.

Any nostalgic experiences with extended family?: Learning how to make s’mores with her maternal grandparents

How are they perceived by others?: Reckless idiot.

Social media platforms?: Currently does not have any, but MA is working on a YouTube channel

Who do they depend on for advice?: Her best friend, Riley

When was the last time they had to break a promise?: None

Where do they see themselves in 5 years, 10 years, 20 years?: College and doing more ghosthunting in Sunshine.

#Bad End #writeblr #wip #character

[ash-soka]

Truth serum!

Orph—how’d you meet your man? What drew you to him?

Aqua—Favorite doll and favorite ghost investigation!

"Orph—how’d you meet your man? What drew you to him?"

A question about my beloved Sol ☀️💚

I wish I had a more romantic tale to tell, the first time I laid eyes on him was when I first performed for the Pythian Royal Court. My old dance troupe was hired to entertain the king and his court, and during the performance the sun glinted off the Crown Prince's iridescent scales, catching my eye.

But our first conversation was far from idyllic.

Some weeks after this initial sighting, he requested a private meeting with me, though "requested" may be too light of a word. I met with him and his personal guard in his quarters, I can't say it wasn't intimidating.

He had put together that I was working for his father as an informant, but he wasn't angry, he gave me the benefit of the doubt. And in truth I was ignorant of his father's tryanny, which Sol laid out quite plainly, before giving me the opportunity to work with him instead, to feed the king false information.

I accepted, and this lead quite naturally into the second part of your question, — what drew me to him. We met many times while working against the king, and I saw his kindness, the strength of his convictions and his morals, his determination to be different to his father.

I had a front row seat to the strength of his character, and the full force of his determination to do right by his people. I don't feel there was a single aspect that drew me too him, it was a mix of these qualities that had me falling in love with him while we worked together.

Thank you for asking, I love few things more than discussing my beloved. However, I would have preferred to spin a more romantic fable than the truth that these feelings bloomed as we planned a coupe.

"Aqua—Favorite doll and favorite ghost investigation!"

Hello!

My favourite doll is Mildred! She's been with me the longest! She was given to me by a relative as a child, and I was fascinated by her. She's been a friend to me for most of my life. For as long as I've had her I've felt watched over, and comforted. She just wants somewhere nice to hang out with her friends, she's been really welcoming of new additions to the family as well!

Millie's not the most active physically, but she has an undeniable presence! Even people who aren't very sensitive to spirits get the feeling that someone's there with them around her. Her big brown eyes really make it look like she can see you, as well! Some people find her unsettling because of this, but she's a sweetheart 💗

I don't know if it would count as an investigation, as I already knew about the spirit in question, but favourite ghost experience is actually one that wasn't associated with Wraith Watch.

As you may know, my boyfriend is afraid of ghosts. I don't blame him, it's unknown, and it's something that can have scary connotations. Also, because of his job, he's only available at night, which can add to the frightening atmosphere! So he's only accompanied me a handful of times.

But one night he agreed to accompany me to observe a phenomenon I find fascinating! Sometimes a spirit will stay somewhere not because it's associated with their death, but simply because it's somewhere they loved in life. I tend to leave these spirits alone, they're doing no harm and I trust them to move on when they feel ready.

There's such a spirit who hangs out only a short drive from our city. The location is a beautiful outlook in the desert, especially at night, when the scorching sun is replaced by a blanket of stars.

I was honest with Leo, so he was tense to start with, holding tight to my hand, but the beautiful location helped him calm down, and we sat on the hood of his car. It took barely half an hour for the apparition to show up. They knew were there, but didn't acknowledge us, nor did we do anything to disturb them.

The three of us hung out in silence, enjoying the beautiful scenery and watching the stars, until it got into the early hours of the morning, and Leo became tired. It was the first time he's wanted to leave somewhere haunted because he was tired, rather than scared!

It was really special to share one of my interests with him, and see him so comfortable with it! It's also one of my favourite supernatural phenomenons to observe. I struggle to think of something more beautiful than the fact that you can love something so much that your love will outlast death itself. Thanks for asking!

thought I'd include these nice picrews of them, orph on the left, aqua on the right!

(picrew by caramael)

link to the truth serum post!

#THANK YOU FOR SENDING THESE KIANA <3 #aqua exists in several different capacities; this picrew is more for dnd aqua bc that's what i had on hand; but i answered for vtm aqua! #imagine him with human ears and he's basically the same! #oh also orph is a water genasi and has webbed ears but i couldn't be bothered to edit! #i like how much the colours in these go together actually #galpalaven #ask #my ocs #orph #aqua #sol #leo

[thenerdcommander]

Tagged by @indoctrinates

15 Questions, 15 Mutuals

1. Are you named after anyone? 

Both of my parents, unfortunately. I would like to change my name eventually so this will no longer be the case but I can't find any names that match either my appearance or my personality OR (and?) that won't give me any of the same initials so...may never happen.

2. When was the last time you cried?

IIIIIIIIIIIIIII don't actually remember.

3. Do you have kids?

Oh heeeelllllllllllll no. Miss me with that nonsense. I would like to get sterilized at the earliest possible convenience to ensure this stays true forever, please and thank you

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Depends on who I'm talking to, and whether or not I'm feeling bitter.

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

Uhhhhhhhhh the vibe? Some people just exude an energy and that energy determines whether or not I gtfo or stick around to notice anything else. Half the time I can't look directly at people if I don't know them.

6. What's your eye color? 

Sort of a green hazel. My right eye is split hazel and brown. Not in rings. Like it's actually part hazel and part brown. Segmented heterochromia babeyyyyyyy

7. Scary movies or happy endings? 

Scary movies give me hella anxiety. So. Happy endings. Next question.

8. Any special talents?

I'm a jack of all trades, so as the saying goes, I'm also a master of none. Which imo is a talent in itself. I'm so sexy for it.

9. Where were you born? 

In Misery *cue Maroon 5*

10. What are your hobbies? 

Uhhhh basically just drawing and video games? And scrolling social media? And I'd count making characters as a hobby too. And DnD. Love that game. Love creating little blorbos only I and 5 other people know about.

11. Have you any pets? 

2 hairy sons that scream and smell like fish all the goddamn time. And 2 small scaly children that don't understand they're not dragons

12. What sports do you play/have played?

Volleyball, and my knees are suffering the consequences

13. How tall are you? 

5'8-5'9. Every time I check it fluctuates between those two. The truth is unknown to me.

14. Favorite subject in school? 

World History

15. Dream job? 

Don't have one. My interests shift too often for that. Kinda hard to actively *want* for any job when they all work you beyond your limits with threat of termination if you don't meet their expectations and for less pay than you're worth anyway. I'm way too tired.

Dunno who to tag so if you wanna be tagged...congrats, you're tagged now. Do it.