Rogue werewolves and incubi and ghosts, oh my!: Life in Beacon Hills continues to be the epitome of weird.
Especially for emissary-in-training Stiles, who’s being literally haunted by a parade of Beacon Hills’ deceased, who are trying to compel him to embrace the darkness in his heart. His only source of comfort is when he’s writing to an emotionally constipated Beta werewolf. When Derek Hale is your anchor to sanity? Yeah, weird might be an underestimation.
Stiles is well suited to the path of an emissary; in fact, something important about him has already been overlooked. Something that could have deadly consequences both for him, and for everyone else…
Seriously. This fic. I don’t know how/why I haven’t read it before now but everyone needs to get on this. Amazing, complex relationships and characterisations. Sterek is not the main focus - the main focus is certainly pack relationships, and the way they are all written is incredibly diverse and complex (and with some very witty dialogue). That said, the Sterek in this piece is really well done. Also, such great Stiles characterisation. I am seriously impressed by this work - check it out!
I am reading the best Stiles-centric fan fiction right now I cant believe I haven’t stumbled on it before. It is increeeeedible. Here [x] if you’re interested.
"The best way to find out if you can trust somebody is to trust them.”
my favorit sterek scene ever!
our daughters, to be leaders
Derek is nine years old when he discovers the gift that he’s been given. A gift that he didn’t necessarily ask for. Derek can touch dead things and bring them back to life. But not without consequences and conditions, many of which are heartbreaking.
Many years later, his path crosses that of his childhood sweetheart, Stiles, in very unfortunate circumstances. But now, Derek’s gift gives him the power to save Stiles. And damned be the consequences.Love Don’t Die by Finduilas
"Apart from my transformations, I was happier than I had ever been in my life. For the first time ever, I had friends, three great friends. Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew, and, of course, your father, Harry - James Potter. Now, my three friends could hardly fail to notice that I disappeared once a month. I made up all sorts of stories. I told them my mother was ill, and that I had to go home to see her… I was terrified they would desert me the moment they found out what I was. But of course, they worked out the truth… And they didn’t desert me at all.”
So I walked into the haze
And a million dirty ways
Nature Under Constraint and Vexed
I have wanted to make an animated illustration since, about, a million years ago.
Hey, wow, this is my 7,777th post.
Done in Manga Studio 5 & Photoshop CS3
Took so many hours.