Stiles And Derek Getting Together And It’s All Flirty And Awkward And Them Acting Like Blushing Teenagers

Hannibal and Will + intimacy

WIP - I Like some of the shapes of this state so I thought I'd post it because I'm sure during the meat of this piece they will change

Where the Real Beasts Are by kaistrex // 109k

Crown Prince Stiles is gifted a direwolf on his eighteenth birthday by King Gerard I of Venatia. The only instruction? Never remove the collar.

Stiles never has been one to do as he’s told.

I did this stained glass window art three years ago when I first started posting the fic, and did plan to do one for each chapter. Ultimately, I’m no artist so it would have taken me way too long (seriously, this took me hooours) and I think the drawing bug just left me (and my confidence haha). Looking at it now, I’m actually kind of proud of it, and it makes me wonder what one for each of the other chapters would look like, but I can’t remember for the life of me the technique I used to make the glass texture, and I’m not in possession of my drawing tablet right now. So this is all there is!

(Also, I know Stiles’ mouth is impossibly floating, but no way that I put connecting lines in looked right so I just left it!)

Headcanon: Vikings and their scars

On request, how would the vikings act about their scars if their significant other wakes up aside them and runs her finger over the scars they have. 

Björn Ironside

Would be very detailed and proud

He would smirk when you run your finger over his scars, laying all snuggled up aside him he would take his time to tell you each and every story. He wouldn’t hesitate in telling about it because he is way to proud of the scars that run over his chest. He would touch his own scars in telling, until the edge of dead in his stories, he wouldn’t mind your scared look. Björn loves to see his own scars, for you to look at them because they are a signal of how he become a man and a leader.

‘Those without scars don’t deserve to be called men.’ He reacted on your finger light touch. ‘Not every man fights in the front lines of armies.’ You whispered, not even looking up from the slightly pink edges around his scar. ‘Every man fights for something, if it isn’t for his home it is for love, power or a claim.’ His voice went a little deeper, still husky from just waking up. ‘Where do you fight for?’ You asked, looking up to him. He smiled, caressing your cheek. ‘All four.’ And he kissed you lightly on the lips.

Ubbe Ragnarsson

Would turn every scar about you

Ubbe is all about family and honor. Because you are probably the most important thing in his life everything he fights for is for you. Every battle he will think of you, every scar he would take for you. You would be constant in his mind. So when you lay aside him, running your fingers over his scars he would caress your hair, tell you how much better he fought because of you. He probably would catch your fingers in the act, reassuring you in every possible way. Deep inside he is proud of the scars he has but he isn’t bragging about it, he knows how lucky he is to still lying there beside you.

‘See it as a symbol of love, I conquered all of that for you.’ He smiled, leading your fingers away from the uneven skin on his chest. ‘Not everything can be for love. There are among them that where before there was a you and me.’ You looked up to him and he tilted his head before he pushed you over on your back. You laid your finger on the scar slight crossing his face. ‘I would bare a hundred scars for you my love.’ He promised.

Hvitserk Ragnarsson

Would comfort you over them

We all know Hvitserk is all about sex and food but when it comes to scars he doesn’t know how to handle it. If he sees you looking at them he probably would reassure you it doesn’t present much, or it wasn’t that bad while when he is among his brothers he would joke or brag about it. Especially his love for you reminds him he could lose you pretty easily and for that you would see a lot of things in his eyes while running your finger over it. He doesn’t want to make a fuss about it around you, just to keep you safe, to not make you scared in the next time he goes raiding. He would answer the questions when you ask them but he leaves the details behind.

‘I’m not scared, not in the moment. But when I look down to them I remember how much times I could lost you, don’t have touched you.’ He was open and you tenderly looked up to him. ‘It makes me scared of loosing you. A little. But they are heroic.’ You agreed. He cupped your face and you lost the contact with his skin. ‘No wound or god can seperate me from you.’ ‘So this represents the fights you had with the gods?’ You asked him. A playful smile jumped on his face. ‘Something like that.’ He chuckled.

Sigurd Snake in the Eye

Wouldn’t want you to touch them

For him scars are marks of battles he couldn’t won. He got injured and for that he isn’t a real viking, not as untouchable as he thought he would be as a son of Ragnar. For that Sigurd doesn’t like to talk about it, he would even be a little snappy at the beginning, pushing you away. In that way his sensitivity come above what, not caring and caring at the same time. In the end he would probably let you, but he wouldn’t love it to much because he things he isn’t worthy, he wasn’t strong enough, he wasn’t like his father.

‘I don’t give about the scars, the only thing they do is bringing up the past.’ He muttered, shifting his weight a little. You pushed your fingers shortly up before you laid them back on one of those scars. ‘They make you a man.’ ‘A man that can’t fight properly.’ He reacted rather short. You looked up to him and gave him a reassuring smile. ‘Not every man needs to be the best fighter Sigurd.’ You comforted him.

Ivar The Boneless

Would act with mixed feelings

Ivar is on opposite sides of a coin. The one moment he would brag about them, tell everybody how he slayed his demons and won yet another fight. Everybody could see his scars, he would be proud, dominant over them. But when he is alone with you and your so softly scout your fingers over his chest he would be mixed about it. Not knowing what to say or how to act. He has a lot more scars, because of his legs, and you know more than anything that aren’t only body scars. He probably would shut down, leave you on comforting him, kiss them, love them because they are part of who he is and he should be proud about it.

‘They are my conquering, not my love, my proud, they are just a mark of what I won.’ He didn’t snap but you felt like he didn’t know what to say else about it. You pressed your lips on the mark just under his nipple and looked up to him. ‘They are symbolic to the king you are Ivar.’ ‘Hardly.’ He muttered. ‘So you say that without them you would be king either way?’ You asked him a little amused. ‘I’m saying they do only half the job, you do the other part.’ He said, grabbing you around your waist. ‘They suit you.’ ‘Shut up now.’ He commanded.

Harald Finehair

Would love you to touch them

Harald is a king, he knows what he wants and isn’t shy on taking or asking. Just as Björn he wouldn’t hold back on the details. He probably would swing an imaginary sword just to show you how it all came down. There would be that smile on his lips when your fingers touch them, he would probably ask you to kiss them to. He would take a scar for power, gold and even for you, he isn’t scared about adding one to his … ‘collection’ because that is what it is for him, a way of showing the word how much he already won.

‘A king needs his scars, only then he can become a king.’ He replied on the touch of your fingers, the thoughts through your head. ‘You are a fine king.’ You replied while nodding. ‘Offcourse, don’t you see that.’ He grinned, looking down to the way you touched his scars. ‘They are almost as beautiful as you are.’ He followed. You knew you needed to take that as a compliment, because his scars meant a great deal, just as you did.

Halfdan The Black

Wouldn’t talk much about how they got there

Halfdan isn’t much of a talker, certainly not about things that are behind him. Yes he treasures each and every single one of those scars but it wouldn’t mean much for him. For that he would probably distract you in things that are far more in the presents, like you laying next to him. But if you push through he would tell you about how dramatically he fought to come back to you. He would take it a little as a joke only because it doesn’t matter much and doesn’t want you to worry about it. To avoid that he would take advantage of your weaknesses, your love for him. What he totally wouldn’t accept is you having scars in any way of protecting or fighting for him, that would be not even a subject.

‘Let me bare all the scars, as long as your skin is smooth and you’re around it doesn’t matter how far they run.’ He whispered, dragging his fingers over your naked back, making you shiver. ‘So I can’t wear one?’ You asked as he clenched his fingers into your as, pressing his lips against your ear. ‘The only scar you can have is one of child birth.’ He answer, dragging his teeth along your neck. ‘You are avoiding the subject.’ ‘I know.’ He murmured. Not that you could stick to it when he touched you there.

Nightwing by Nick Robles

 yijitumbles said: Oh! Could I please maybe ask for a sketch request for something? I’m working on a Sterek fic and I’d love to have Stiles and Derek being fancily-dressed lords in Early Georgian-era clothes~ Also CONGRATS ON 2K FOLLOWERS BABE <3

After googleing and downloading The Duchess Yiji was adorable and just send me refs trough e-mail and that made everything so much easier! (This gets posted this way because of reasons ) I hope you don’t mind I just realized Derek doesn’t seem to have eyeballs omg I’m so sorry!

messy

Why was I today years old when I learned that lead compounds taste SWEET and THAT'S why kids eating paint chips back in the day was a concern?

Big brother Stiles (+Derek) with little Malia and Jackson

Stiles: Okay puppies, there are 206 bones in the human body, but! I’m gonna teach you how to dislocated someone’s body in 230 ways-

Derek: Stiles, they're kids!

Malia & Jackson:

Stiles: Oh yeah! You’re right.

*turns around for a few moments before turning back with puppets over his hands*

Stiles, in somewhat a kermit voice: Hi kids! We're going to show you how to dislocate someone's body! Let's start with the Clavicle region. Do you know where that is?

Derek: Oh my god

———*after a while*———

Peter: Wait what did you teach them?

Stiles: There are 206 bones in the human body...

Peter: Mischief! They're CHILDREN! *turns to the kids*

Peter: If you are fighting an opponent your age pups, there may be up to 270 bones in the human body. Children's bones ares still fusing together. Here is how you can use that....

Request:

"Superbat in a 1920's setting meeting in a speakeasy and dancing together"