This is for superheroesontrampolines
I am soooo freakin sorry for dodgy background and well general picture of suckiness LOL Please forgive me for errors. First time doing a picture like this ><
One thing I’ve learned from this experience - work on it ONLY when I’m home alone. The many awkward moments I had to slam my laptop closed because family kept walking into my room are something I would rather not experience ever again.
(Source: tehsasu)
I want to say a big THANK YOU (yes, that needed to be in caps) to all my new followers and to those who have stuck with me despite my slow posting.
If anyone wants to ask me anything, send me prompts for fic or art - go ahead! I welcome everything and anything.
Thanks to a friend, I am now jotting down notes for a superwolf fic (supernatural + Teen Wolf)
God help me and my growing list of fics.
In other news, I have also started a drawing series - TW Hogwarts AU
Series: Avengers
Pairings: Steve/Tony, Clint/Coulson, Howard/Bucky, Pepper/Tony, Jane/Thor, Pepper/Natasha
Sentinel AU
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Losing a partner was worse then dying.
A part of you dies with them and you’re forced to continue on living because that’s what the brain and body naturally want – to live despite the soul being ripped apart, torn and shredded until all it craves for the end. But that doesn’t happen. It never happens. The mind and body don’t interact with the soul. It never would and even if it wanted to, there was no means for communication.
(Source: tehsasu)
Not sure if I should post WIPs of art/fics.
What do you guys think?
[sorry for dodgy shading and dodginess all together. This is for a dear friend of mine, superheroesontrampolines ]
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He knew.
It didn’t matter what happened before or what was going to happen after. None of that mattered.
Every night, he’d pretend to be asleep to give Derek that moment to himself. Derek would push his body past exhaustion, almost seeming to be afraid that what he had, what they had, would disappear if he woke up. But Stiles wasn’t going anywhere. So no matter how many times, no matter if it needed to happen more then once that night, Stiles would give Derek this.
He would lay there eyes closed, arms curled under the pillow, his face looking the other way with a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips and he would focus on that hand moving along his back. Those fingers that mapped out his moles hypnotically, skin barely brushing against skin.
Sometimes, Stiles swore he could feel Derek smile as a finger went from one mole to the next. Other times, he wondered if Derek questioned his choice in their relationship. But no matter what was going through that head of his, Derek would have this.
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He knew.
It was easy to tell when Stiles was asleep and when he was just pretending. Every night, Derek listened - to the steady breath, to the tongue licking across that bottom lip he enjoyed nibbling on. To that steady heartbeat that always drew him in.
Derek needed this. He needed the reassurance that Stiles was here. That humanity was a great weakness against the world they fought against to protect their town. Sometimes, he had to be careful. Stiles pale skin would be littered with bruises and cuts and the smell of pain would punch him in the gut because once again, Stiles had been caught up in this, had done something reckless in order to protect the pack.
But that was Stiles and Derek loved him for that. So every night before he allowed sleep to take over, he would stay up, with Stiles pretending to be asleep, and allow his hand to roam the bare skin before him. Stiles was littered with moles and they fascinated him. Each led to another in some sort of pattern or picture that only Stiles could possibly know and each night, Derek would spend countless minutes tracing them out.
(Source: tehsasu)
Soooooo I may have decided to write another Teen Wolf AU.
Safe to say that I won’t be working on it (well, I’ll try not to) until I’m well into/finished the others and make way with my other chapter fics and why dear god do I do this to myself?!?!?!
Looking for a beta to go over 2 Teen Wolf fics I’m working on. Both are/will be Sterek pairing centered with Allison/Scott, Lydia/Jackson and Boyd/Erica featured.
In exchange, I’m willing to throw cookies at you, draw any thing you wish or even write something based on prompts you may have.
Order of things I need to update and work on:
- What Part of College Life is Normal? (Avengers College AU)
- Possibly Call Us Home (Sentinel Avengers AU) (I say possibly because a lot of planning goes on for each chapter and I need to watch things to I know order or events and thus get distracted by watching things =_= yeahhh but this will be updated some time soon, I promise
- 12 Days of Christmas (Christmas Avengers fic)
- Finish writing Chapter 2 of apocalypse Sterek fic and then post Chapter 1 … still need to come up with a title for that
- Finish Ch 1 of Amnesia!Stiles, edit chapter, work and finish on Chapter 2 then post Chapter 1
I found this one on AO3 and I love it. What a happy coincidence that it landed on my dashboard.Thank you so much.
![[sorry for dodgy shading and dodginess all together. This is for a dear friend of mine, superheroesontrampolines ]
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He knew.
It didn’t matter what happened before or what was going to happen after. None of that mattered.
Every night, he’d pretend to be asleep to give Derek that moment to himself. Derek would push his body past exhaustion, almost seeming to be afraid that what he had, what they had, would disappear if he woke up. But Stiles wasn’t going anywhere. So no matter how many times, no matter if it needed to happen more then once that night, Stiles would give Derek this.
He would lay there eyes closed, arms curled under the pillow, his face looking the other way with a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips and he would focus on that hand moving along his back. Those fingers that mapped out his moles hypnotically, skin barely brushing against skin.
Sometimes, Stiles swore he could feel Derek smile as a finger went from one mole to the next. Other times, he wondered if Derek questioned his choice in their relationship. But no matter what was going through that head of his, Derek would have this.
____
He knew.
It was easy to tell when Stiles was asleep and when he was just pretending. Every night, Derek listened - to the steady breath, to the tongue licking across that bottom lip he enjoyed nibbling on. To that steady heartbeat that always drew him in.
Derek needed this. He needed the reassurance that Stiles was here. That humanity was a great weakness against the world they fought against to protect their town. Sometimes, he had to be careful. Stiles pale skin would be littered with bruises and cuts and the smell of pain would punch him in the gut because once again, Stiles had been caught up in this, had done something reckless in order to protect the pack.
But that was Stiles and Derek loved him for that. So every night before he allowed sleep to take over, he would stay up, with Stiles pretending to be asleep, and allow his hand to roam the bare skin before him. Stiles was littered with moles and they fascinated him. Each led to another in some sort of pattern or picture that only Stiles could possibly know and each night, Derek would spend countless minutes tracing them out.](http://25.media.tumblr.com/7e02f339f0f2ae0090d3e608caa5c94a/tumblr_mmj5b1VJTT1qcz9wro1_500.jpg)
