Space Cat

✨ Another submission for the Old Guard Reverse Bang 2022 hosted by @theoldguardevents ✨

Again, a big thank you to @pigsinablanketfort for choosing my art and writing an amazing story based on my drawings! 💕

Go read the second chapter here:  You and I Together, That Would Be Forever    

Here´s my piece for “Epoch” the @togzine - “The Fall of the Berlin Wall (1989)”

I´m so happy and honoured to be part of this amazing project! 💕

Quality. Content.

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                                               Calling Home                                                   by alchemy

“How you doing up there, Major Hale?” Scott asks. He catches Stiles’ eye and, oblivious, gives him a wink.

“You think you could send me up a drink?” Derek jokes. Laughter rolls through the room. Stiles feels like he’s been stabbed in the gut.

“We’ll see what we can do after splashdown, how about that?” Scott replies.

psssssst~ Part 2

A 1960s astronaut au that will make u cry butt happy u read it SO PLEASE GO DO THAT!!!

Peter can feel how much everything has been weighing on him lately. He can see it's been affecting Stiles just as much - the slumped shoulders, the bags under his eyes, and the lag in his reaction time all tell the same story. He decides to suggest an impromptu trip away from Beacon Hills. Maybe, once Stiles realizes how great it can be away from this hellhole of a town, Peter can convince him to leave for good.

For day 2 of @steterweek!

Peter has seen the drifter around town. He's heard about him bouncing around from farm to farm, lending a hand where he can for some under-the-table cash and a dry barn to sleep in for the night. Argent's been taking time out of his busy schedule of harassing Peter about selling his farm to ask probing questions about the drifter. From what Peter can piece together, Argent had a run-in with the kid and didn't seem to like the mouth on him. Peter decides to see if he can find the kid and convince him to come work for him on his farm. He can appreciate a well-timed wise-ass remark, especially when it's directed at Argent. And, well... the enemy of his enemy is his friend, right?

For day 4 of @steterweek!

Spotted on Reddit. I'm fucking cackling.

Well, obviously. That’s what makes it good.

Her creative space is so organized!

And…wow!

Stiles flushed slightly, but laughed. “Oh, no, dude, I totally did. But I always pick the Hawkeye bulls-eye shirt when I want to remind myself I’m awesome.” The (un) Usual? by @rhysiana

Well, if this isn’t motivation to write the next chapter, I don’t know what is!

<3

This for steter but instead of art, Peter dumped a dead body into a dumpster without bothering to take off its jewelry, and then a few days later he sees Stiles wearing the dead guys earrings and Stiles is like “Don’t be a bitch about it you were just throwing it away anyway”

I’m going to add that Peter is pissed off that Stiles won’t stop wearing evidence of his crimes but Stiles refuses to take them off because A. The earrings are fucking lit and B. It’s not his problem that Peter chose a shitty body dump instead of a responsible, reliable body dump like Stiles does.

The Striking Complication: A Steter Time Loop Fic

Mature | 15/15 | 118k | Complete

The smile slips off Stiles’s face. “Hey, um. Why am I here?” he asks, voice unsteady. “I’m—I have this weird feeling like I shouldn’t leave you. I’ve felt all day like...” He can’t finish the thought.

Peter looks as surprised as Stiles feels. A strange expression passes over his face, there and gone before Stiles can decipher it.

Stiles snaps awake each morning with the sense that he’s missing something. Weirder still, he can’t wrap his head around his sudden, inexplicable trust in Peter Hale, who seems to know way more than he’s letting on. Nor can he guess why a half-remembered nightmare seems to haunt his every move.

Rinse and repeat. Because time loops suck, apparently.

Read on AO3!

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John finding out about the supernatural not because anyone told him but because he looks through the photo gallery on Stiles’s phone because he Knows Something’s Up with his kid and is Concerned, but at the same time, he’s trying to respect boundaries (think Melissa anxiously going through Scott’s room bc she’s afraid he’s doing drugs) so he compromises with himself by looking at pictures instead of texts. And it’s like:

Dog. Dog. Homework. Scott drooling on his desk at school. English assignment. Mutilated corpse. Close up of a bite wound. Close up of claw marks. Lacrosse schedule. Rainbow. Homework. Deer. Chart of the lunar cycles from one of Deaton’s books. Dog. Cool leaf. Cloud shaped like a dick. Cows.