#death menttion

[axe-trio-commanders]

So, you know how the legions heard the term ‘pick your battles’ and chose all of them?

Zori did the same thing but with pets.

Some names, backstories, and ranger headcannons all under the cut! and. By nature of backstories, a few spoilers for... everything in guild wars up to icebrood, really.

So, vaguely from left to right, and in the order Zori met them, there’s

“Sun”, an old and grumpy cat Zori met and befriended as a cub. No longer living, but Zori’s first animal friend. Or... friend, at all. Guess who her warband’s named after?

“Kiori”, a stalker that became Zori’s first official ranger pet. The first thing she taught Kiori was how to steal snacks from her primus, and they’ve been inseperable ever since. She was picked up as a kitten, close to the brand, and essentially left on the fahrar’s doorstep.

“Soria”, a snow owl Zori met near the owl lodge, very shortly before first meeting Sieran. Zori had gotten lost, and felt bad for making Kiori come with in the cold. She didn’t question the good fortune of a new owl friend.

“Essia”, an arctic wolf Zori found near the priory itself, making a nuisance of herself as a small pup. She initially tamed her as a favor to an archivist, but quickly realized the pup wouldn’t leave. She did not see this as a problem.

“Chilli”, an ice drake that Zori accidentally came across in an altercation with some pirates in Lornar’s pass involving a certain sword hilt. They may have released an ice drake as an attack dog, and she may have simply charmed it and decided they needed to die for the attempt. Thankfully, Chilli was only with the pirates for a short time, and was not incredibly injured or traumatized in her stay, but Zori’s spoiled her regardless.

“Kecki”, a hyena ‘found’ after the ‘Untamed Wilds’ storyline. Zori decided that no one would miss a single pup, and may have smuggled one for herself in the process of finding more for the Kraal. They were cute and alone.

“Torch”, a thorn hound Zori met soon after the conclusion of the personal story, while exploring. The still-young, not quite entirely converted pup followed her after she fought her way through a nightmare court base, and Zori spent plenty of her free time caring for the pup as best she could. As of later, she often leaves the pup in the care of a mender and a much older fern hound named Terran, under the confident knowledge that Torch was already fond of and comfortable with both.

“Hendess”, a fire wyvern Zori only barely noticed was stuck in newly-grown thorn vines in Maguuma. By then desperate to save anything she possibly could, Zori nursed her back to health, entirely unconscious of the forming bond. This most certainly ended up paying dividends further into the jungle, though- as well as in her first confrontation with Balthazar- where Zori’s newly discovered Soulbeast tendencies, along with the wyvern’s bond, allowed her significantly more immunity to fire, even after the druids’ blessings had worn off.

“Claw”, a tiger found on fire island as a small cub. Zori, though she bonded with it, intended to leave it behind to protect Taimi, expecting the upcoming confrontation to go poorly. Thus, she let Taimi name him.

“Bucc”, a cheetah that was first bonded to a skimmer- not depicted here, but soon named “Sursk”- that became Zori’s mount very soon after the events of Path of Fire. Bucc hand found her way into the ranch as a kitten, and refused to leave the skimmer’s side. The bond she formed with Zori was slow as a result, but Zori took care of her in the meantime as best she could regardless.

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And now for some ranger headcannons!

-When a ranger has more than one pet, they may only have one available at a time. Due to this, the other pets have a choice of either simply returning home, or existing in a nebulous, non-physical state of lucid dreaming, which is generally a rather pleasant experience. When a ranger changes active pets, it generally looks rather similar to a necromancer summoning undead, and both processes are very much magical.

-It’s generally considered unnecessary for a ranger to have more than one pet, which is why the profession isn’t generally considered very magic-based, beyond a nebulous bond to the forest and animals that could easily be attributed to general skill.

-Despite this assumption, the bond between a ranger and pet is very much magic, and generally changes the pet in question. They, on average, become more powerful, and become connected to their ranger in such a way that if one were to study the magical make up, or sense the life force, of a ranger and their pet, they could very easily be mistaken for one another.

-When a ranger dies, their pets, however many they have, will immediately manifest and distribute themselves to those the ranger cared for most, and protect them until their deaths. They will retain whatever power they gained while in the ranger’s care, and tend to be extremely protective- which, at times, can be problematic.

And a soulbeast profession specific headcannon-

-For aesthetic and I-feel-like-it reasons, though a soulbeast will mostly retain their own forms, they’ll often gain characteristics and markings depending on which pet they channel- a charr’s fur will become more course and darker when channeling a fire wyvern, and they’ll gain resistance to heat- or, while channeling a snow owl, their fur might become soft and brighter, and there might be hints of feathers in it.

-Specifically for Zori, she likes channeling Kiori because cat-like features aren’t much of a change, and she can easily hide spots in her fur.

[mpxzane]

“ the first step to any murder is to have fun & be yourself. ”

random text posts: no longer accepting

Zico was scrubbing the blood from his hands in his kitchen sink. His apartment above Sombra muerte perfectly silent aside from the sound of running water. He was angry, he didn’t want to have to kill the idiot he’d just finished with, they were useful. However, they were not very good at keeping their mouth shut - leaving him to do the inevitable. It was fun while it lasted, the weak mortal didn’t stand his torture for very long before croaking under the pressure. Leaving Zico unsatisfied and pissed off. He heard Eve come in and heard her behind him before she said anything. Anyone else would have let out a little laugh at her obvious attempt at humor but Zico was obviously not the audience for that.

His head turned to look over his shoulder as he turned off the tap, moving to begin drying his now clean hands. “What are you doing here, Evelyn? Tell me you at least picked the lock and didn’t break it to get in here.”

[sophie-i-guess13]

End of the Line

uhm yeah. its literally just sylvia and tim being friends again after not talking for a while. domestic fluff, little bit of angst, lots of detail and i am so sorry. this was 7 pages on google docs lol

words : 2858

characters: Tim Shepard, Sylvia, Original Characters

genre: angst + fluff, rekindled friendship

Tw : cursing, slight religious imagery, slight mention of domestic violence and murder, canonical character death menttion

tag!  @mjmacchio1991 @pepsi-and-cigarettes @james-fucking-hates-dallas  @ralphmaccchiato @patrickslayze @outsiderslamb @frypansgirl  @unorginalchocolatemilk @jackettslut @johnnycadesjeanjacket (ask to tag or be removed :))

He can’t tell what colour her eyes are. Whose eyes did she end up with, anyway? She doesn’t have her momma’s hair, that’s for sure. Those indescribable eyes follow him as her momma paces the kitchen, muttering as her bare feet slap against the cold tile floor. 

“I woulda thought you’d taken me off your bail-me-out list.”

Tim Shepard scoffs from the brown sofa. The apartment is small and smells of a million different things he can barely name. Cologne, cigarettes, hairspray, and weed, to name a few. As a cloud of smoke blows past the window to his right, he realizes where the weed must be coming from. Toys are cast in every direction on the carpeted floor, dolls and alphabet blocks in front of the television, a few Lego blocks make a trail from the box in the corner, ending beneath his feet. The coffee table sits in front of him, a Lego house paperweight pinning invoices and final warnings to the table, to be ignored just a little while longer. 

“It’s easy to get off the list,” he replies when she bumps the fridge closed with her hip, dark eyes narrowed to daggers. “When I call, don’t answer.”

Something rips, a microwave is flung open. For a moment, and a moment only, he considers standing and taking the baby off her hip. Like an ember, the idea dissipates in an instant when the microwave hums quietly, warm yellow light the only thing illuminating the kitchen. She leans her shoulder against the wall, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “You aren’t the only hood with my number, Tim.”

She’s quiet for a moment; the microwave’s steady hum is replaced with a sudden long beep, and the furious stomping from the person upstairs in response. “Thought you were someone else.”

There’s a bottle in her hand when she comes back, lifting her chin and gesturing to the lamp beside the sofa. He turns it on in silent understanding, soaking the room in a soft, warm glow as the girl he’d known his entire childhood coos quietly, guiding the bottle to her daughter’s lips. 

Sylvia, not even in her best of moments, was ever seen as nurturing. It’s at that moment Tim realizes just how long ago those days were. It’s damn hard to be a kid when you have one of your own, ain’t it?

“How’d this happen?” He asks, gesturing vaguely. His question is answered with a condescending tilt of the chin. 

“You’re twenty-one years old, an’ you really don’t know where babies come from?”

“Y’know what I mean.”

She smiles, combing her fingers through her daughter’s hair soothingly. It’s short and brown, curled into tight ringlets around her face. When Sylvia looks back to the man on her sofa, her smile is genuine. “Lori- Loretta. Buck thought it would be nice, an’ I was too doped up on meds to really care. So Loretta it is.”

The bottle is still three-quarters full, but her eyelids are heavy and her head lulls to the side. She settles into his leather-clad arms almost instantly, heartbeats falling into a steady synchronized rhythm.

“Remember when I came by, told you I was leaving?” Sylvia asks, tidying the living room, placing blocks and toys on the table, burying bills and documents spread there. Tim has the bottle in one hand, the other on her back. Loretta’s full head of curls just beneath his stubble. 

“Yeah, ‘course I do,” he scoffs. “Said you were leavin’, didn’t think you’d ever be back.”

He leaves out the part where she asks him to go with her; that he’d done all Tulsa could ever provide and it was time to move on. She never said before he ended up like Winston, but Syl had always been like that. Between the two, some things were better left unsaid. 

“Went down to Charlie’, since you didn't feel like comin’,” she says in a sing-song voice. Tim knows the bar well enough- not because he’d ever been, but because it was the only place in town Curly thought he could get a few drinks without word getting back to his older brother. “He was watchin’ me, I was watchin’ him. Had a few drinks, danced to a few songs…”

She smiles at the memory, her hands finding a home in the back pockets of her blue jeans. Her eyes wander from the table and bills, to her daughter and old friend. Then, to her own bare feet. “One thing led to another, an’ then we were in his backseat. Nine months later, we’re in an apartment on the south side.”

Tim looks up from the body on his chest, sleeping peacefully. “Dad still around?” He asks, voice painfully void of emotion. If it weren't for the windows sealed shut, Sylvia would have blamed her goosebumps on the autumn wind. His eyes are on her, the left a bit bruised, but still narrowed. She swallows once, turning on her heel and raking her eyes across the floor for anything she may have missed. Sure, all those toys were hand-me-downs from Ruberta in 5C, but they were still Lori’s toys. 

“Uh-huh. Y’know how guys are, though… Flakey.”

He’d been gone when she got home, leaving skid marks in the parking lot where the Lincoln was supposed to be, car seat and all. 

When she turns to face him again, Tim is staring down at Lori as her fists clench and release, milk and drool staining her cheek and dribbling down onto the cold hood’s red shirt. “An’ who is he?”

She brushes the question off her aching shoulders with a subtle shrug and scoff. “No one important,” she reasons – more to herself than those bold, blue eyes. “You uh, you remember the Dawson boys, don't you?”

“Sylvia, I swear to all that is fucking holy-”

Tim Shepard has always been a hypocrite. Invoking holy wrath, all so he can throw the word fuck in the mix. Even as she stands there, tasting blood and bile in the back of her throat as she stares at the seven-hundred and fifty square feet that have become her life, she was almost grateful. Some things, no matter how long, or the circumstances that drive you apart, never change. 

“-You coulda gotten out, an’ instead you get knocked up by Billy fuckin’ Dawson? You move in with him?”

If it weren't for the baby pinning him down, Tim would've been on his feet some time ago. Pacing the living room, hands limp at his sides, jostling with every step. Had it not been for the baby, he knows Sylvia would've been long gone by now, too. Like they planned when they were younger, when the responsibility of making sure the siblings had enough to eat and Dad got to work in the morning seemed like it would vanish when they turned eighteen. 

If it weren't for the baby on his chest, Sylvia would've been a million miles away instead of playing house with a wannabe thug. 

“He’s settled down now,” she justifies, “has been ever since Harvey went away.”

Tim throws his head back, running his tongue over his teeth. It was quite the day for the press when Harvey Dawson went down; put away for years over an illegal firearm, personal vendetta, and shitty aim. That waitress was never supposed to get shot, he’d been screaming that when the cops drug him out of his house at four in the morning, but it doesn't change the fact he went to the Dingo to kill someone. He was seventeen then, last year, and it'll be a long damn time until he ever gets out. Sylvia’s right, watching that better be sobering. 

Her arms are crossed over her chest now, eyes narrowed. “Don’t look at me like that- like I’ve never dated a fucking greaser before.” She scoffs again, hands pulling at her dark green shirt before she turns. “Hold on a minute,” she spits, “thought Ma was lying when she said chafing was the worst part, gotta take this bra off.” 

His voice carries down the hall, echoing off the paper-thin walls. Even if it’s only eight o’clock, she knows her neighbours are gonna have something to say about all the ruckus on her way to work tomorrow. “He’s nineteen, Sylvia! He doesn't know the first fuckin’ thing about takin’ care of you or your baby.”

A silence rests heavy in the air then. Lori stirs on his chest, settling when he drops one scarred hand between her frail shoulders. Tim Shepard had never been one to be around babies as much as kids and teenagers. When his siblings were still babies, his mother was still at home and taking care of them to the best of her abilities, even if her children would all come to resent her in a few years time. Tim never had much experience with babies, being as cold and tuff as he was, but that didn't mean he didn't like them. Especially when they were sleeping like this. 

Doors and floorboards creak when Sylvia comes out of her bedroom, down the hallway left of the kitchen. She curses under her breath as she rifles through every cupboard and drawer, face whiter than the linoleum tiles. “Nononono,” she repeats like a mantra, oblivious to the dread curling in Tim’s stomach when he stands, cradling Lori to his chest. “You motherfucker, you wouldn't-”

The telephone, red paint already peeling rests between her shoulder and ear as she dials furiously. Standing in the kitchen now, Tim stares at the refrigerator. Magnets hold parking tickets, schedules, phone numbers on its yellowed surface. 

“Shirley? Yeah, it's Sylvia-”

The counters are cluttered. Dishes air dry in the sink while coffee mugs and empty cereal boxes, a single wilted flower, take up space in the corners and windowsill. 

“No, Lori’s alright, it's Billy. I-I don't know where he is-”

The phone is slammed back down, with enough force for the body in Tim’s hands to jolt awake for a split second. His hands move automatically, tracing small circles on her back; like Angela and Curly always asked when they couldn't fall asleep. Sylvia moves past them wordlessly, eyes set on the brown purse hanging on the back of a chair. Her hands tremble as she pulls at the clasp and zipper, sending wrinkled bills and coins falling to the table. To anyone else, her shaking hands and blank stare wouldn't mean much. Not unless they'd grown up together. She drops into her chair and holds her head in her hands, not moving. Not even when the second chair is pulled out, creaking from the sudden weight. 

“What’s goin’ on, Sylv? You can tell me.”

“He took the money,” she mumbles into her sleeves. “Had the rent an’ everything in an envelope on the bedside table, an’ now it's gone.”

Bloodshot eyes bore into him, blood stains her lip the more she bites at the dead skin. Her hands move to her hair, pushing and pulling until white knuckles poke through the strawberry blonde. “His momma hates me- doesn't even really think Lori’s her granddaughter. She wouldn't tell me where he is, even if she knew.” Four eyes linger on the money on the table, the apartment growing darker as the sun sinks further below the mansions to the west. “Forty-six fifty,” Sylvia answers weakly. “Emptied the bank account for groceries and rent this week, took the rest out tonight to pay your bail.”

“Why did you bail me out?”

They were six and seven when they first met. Lived only four blocks from each other, passed one another in the halls and on the playground every day. It wasn’t until he was ten and she was nine that they finally spoke, the Shepard kids breaking bottles and tossing rocks against the asphalt when she came down the street and asked to join. A silent understanding, alliance, even was made that day. After all, kids only ever came to the lot if it was better than being at home. 

Dallas, Johnny, and even Bob Sheldon's death left an ugly red stain on Tulsa. Eden years after, when it seemed that things were starting to move forward, it lingered. Everyone knew of Bob and Dallas, two polar opposites, killed by their enemies only days and a few blocks apart. It meant no one was safe. No one was as invincible as their childhood had led them to believe. 

“How’d you get my number?”

Billy Dawson was meant to be a fresh start. A God-given sign her life in Tulsa wasn't over. And like the fool that she was, Sylvia dove headfirst, forgetting that even the Devil was an angel at one point. Maybe that's all he was ever meant to be- a lesson. A lesson to avoid temptation and stay on her path, before she cut off all her roots and was left in an apartment with a baby and not even fifty dollars to her name. 

“Asked around,” Tim answers nonchalantly. “Eventually ran into your momma downtown, got it from her. Got your address, too, but figured you were gettin’ sick of me at that point. Y’know, if you were willing to move across town and have a kid without tellin’ me.”

“I know you'd be mad at me once you found out who I was seein’,” she says suddenly. “Billy an’ the rest of his boys have never been your biggest fans, either.” She almost smiles. The idea of being eighteen now, and some silly little rivalry from her youth still dictating her life was enough to make her forget about the money for a moment. “I don't even know why I did it- guess I didn’t want you to see me like this.”

Tim chuckles tiredly across the table, raising one hand to rub his eyes. She sounds like Angela, he thinks. She tries too damn hard to solve her own messes, Lord forbid her brothers come along and lighten the load. “I was never mad at you, Syl. Jesus, if you wanted to move out, I woulda helped you find a place! We woulda helped you move! We woulda found you a better guy than Billy Dawson, too, that's for damn sure.”

They stay there longer than they should've. Until it's too dark to read the clock hanging behind Tim’s head, until it's as if nothing had changed at all and they'd never been forced apart by circumstances of their own design. Sylvia holds her daughter now, in the dark, cramped kitchen, shifting her weight from foot to foot. The apartment creaks and groans the longer Tim walks around it, hands pushed deep in his pockets and the collar of his leather jacket almost touching his jaw. He studies everything he can see, from Lori’s finger paintings on the kitchen floor beneath the table, to the fist-sized hole in the living room wall. It's beside the door and makes him wonder how the hell he missed it when he first came inside. 

He wraps one hand around the doorknob, unlocking the deadbolt before he twists it and comes face to face with a cramped beige hallway. “Remember when we were kids, an’ you used to come over all the time?”

She laughs. “Between your place and Buck’s, I didn't need to go home. You woulda thought I was an orphan.”

He nods, smiles a little- the ripped skin on his cheek shifting is proof. “I, uh… I meant what I said, ‘bout the couch being yours if you needed it. Hell, we can do some rearranging if we need to stick a crib in Angela’s room.”

“Don’t make offers I might have to take you up on,” Sylvia groans as she crosses the floor into the living room. She follows his eyes until she finds the hole in the wall, exactly parallel with her face. “Rent’s due on Friday an’ I don't get paid ‘til Monday. Even then, it's not like it'll be enough when all I do is flip switches all day.”

“You should come over tomorrow night,” he answers as he steps over the threshold, “it's Curly’s turn to make dinner an’ we need a neutral party to tell him he fucking sucks at it.”

“I'll see if I can fit you in my schedule. Call me when you get home, yeah? It can get pretty rough around here at night.”

He rolls his eyes and reaches to close the door. “Jesus, Sylvia, you're forgetting who you're talking to, doll.”

“Yeah, yeah. Get outta here, I gotta put the kid to bed.

“It was good to see you, Syl.”

She smiles back at him, using the back of her hand to stifle a yawn and pull Lori just a little bit closer. “It was good to see you, too, Shep. Not that I missed you or nothin’-”

Just as he had always been, Tim pops his collar before making his way down the hall, waving with the back of his hand as the stairs grow nearer. “‘Course not.”

[blackhearteva]

She’s trying to break down the door. It’s taking so long, it’s hard to budge. She’s lost count of how many times she’s thrown herself against the solid wood. When it finally gave way, she’s thrown to the floor, barely noticing the sticky wetness of it. She picks herself up, nearly falling again at the sight before her.

Darkness lay on the bed, unmoving and pale. JM, ghostly in a pool of blood on the floor, sword by her side; her eyes closed, chest still.

She runs to them both and checks for a pulse.

Nothing.

She desperately tries to revive them, to elicit some sign of life, which she does not get. She keeps trying begging for them to wake up.

“M. Wake up. Please M, you gotta wake up, Please M, please, please just wake up”

“Darky, come on, you gotta wake up, Please, wake up Darky please”

 She’s standing on the roof, in the dress she was wearing after she’d been kidnapped. Bandages removed, most of her cuts healed over. The wind whips her hair around her face and her dress around her knees.

“Back up here again Princess?” Eva turned slowly to see Evalyn behind her and took a step back. Evalyn stalked forward, Eva back stepping until she reached the edge.

“Let’s see if you can fly for me Princess” Evalyn shoved Eva hard in the chest, she lost balance and tipped back a scream falling from her lips.

 She bolted upright with a scream, tears streaming down her face. She curled forward against her knees and sobbed, only knowing the last part wasn’t real.

[ao3feed-sterek]

The Art of Change: a Rewight of season Teen wolf season 1

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2QgolzT

by Moondust_Yikisoul

What if Stiles was just a human? What if he had an incline to what was about to happen before the events of season one? what would it mean for the rest of the pack? and what douse his strange dreams mean?

Words: 213, Chapters: 1/12, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of SuperTeenWolf

Fandoms: Supernatural, Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Allison Argent, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), hale pack - Character, Peter Hale, Lydia Marin, Jackson Whittenmore, Danny Mahealani, Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Melissa McCall, Sheriff Stilinski, Kate Argent, Chris Argent, Deton

Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Allison Argent/Scott McCall, Lydia Martin/Jackson Whittemore, Menttions of Dean Winchester/ Castiel, Menttions of Sam Winchester/ Gabriel, Original Famale Character/Original Female Character

Additional Tags: Season/Series 01, Canon Rewrite, Not Canon Compliant, Spark Stiles Stilinski, Fox Stiles Stilinski, Mostly in Stiles Pov, Sometimes Derek's, or third person

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2QgolzT

[ao3-sterek]

The Art of Change: a Rewight of season Teen wolf season 1

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2QgolzT

by Moondust_Yikisoul

What if Stiles was just a human? What if he had an incline to what was about to happen before the events of season one? what would it mean for the rest of the pack? and what douse his strange dreams mean?

Words: 213, Chapters: 1/12, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of SuperTeenWolf

Fandoms: Supernatural, Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Allison Argent, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), hale pack - Character, Peter Hale, Lydia Marin, Jackson Whittenmore, Danny Mahealani, Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Melissa McCall, Sheriff Stilinski, Kate Argent, Chris Argent, Deton

Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Allison Argent/Scott McCall, Lydia Martin/Jackson Whittemore, Menttions of Dean Winchester/ Castiel, Menttions of Sam Winchester/ Gabriel, Original Famale Character/Original Female Character

Additional Tags: Season/Series 01, Canon Rewrite, Not Canon Compliant, Spark Stiles Stilinski, Fox Stiles Stilinski, Mostly in Stiles Pov, Sometimes Derek's, or third person

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2QgolzT

[ao3feedsabriel]

The Art of Change: a Rewight of season Teen wolf season 1

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2QgolzT

by Moondust_Yikisoul

What if Stiles was just a human? What if he had an incline to what was about to happen before the events of season one? what would it mean for the rest of the pack? and what douse his strange dreams mean?

Words: 213, Chapters: 1/12, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of SuperTeenWolf

Fandoms: Supernatural, Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Allison Argent, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), hale pack - Character, Peter Hale, Lydia Marin, Jackson Whittenmore, Danny Mahealani, Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Melissa McCall, Sheriff Stilinski, Kate Argent, Chris Argent, Deton

Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Allison Argent/Scott McCall, Lydia Martin/Jackson Whittemore, Menttions of Dean Winchester/ Castiel, Menttions of Sam Winchester/ Gabriel, Original Famale Character/Original Female Character

Additional Tags: Season/Series 01, Canon Rewrite, Not Canon Compliant, Spark Stiles Stilinski, Fox Stiles Stilinski, Mostly in Stiles Pov, Sometimes Derek's, or third person

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2QgolzT

[ao3feedsabrielnodestiel]

The Art of Change: a Rewight of season Teen wolf season 1

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2QgolzT

by Moondust_Yikisoul

What if Stiles was just a human? What if he had an incline to what was about to happen before the events of season one? what would it mean for the rest of the pack? and what douse his strange dreams mean?

Words: 213, Chapters: 1/12, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of SuperTeenWolf

Fandoms: Supernatural, Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Allison Argent, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), hale pack - Character, Peter Hale, Lydia Marin, Jackson Whittenmore, Danny Mahealani, Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Melissa McCall, Sheriff Stilinski, Kate Argent, Chris Argent, Deton

Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Allison Argent/Scott McCall, Lydia Martin/Jackson Whittemore, Menttions of Dean Winchester/ Castiel, Menttions of Sam Winchester/ Gabriel, Original Famale Character/Original Female Character

Additional Tags: Season/Series 01, Canon Rewrite, Not Canon Compliant, Spark Stiles Stilinski, Fox Stiles Stilinski, Mostly in Stiles Pov, Sometimes Derek's, or third person

[ao3feed-twfemslash]

The Art of Change: a Rewight of season Teen wolf season 1

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2QgolzT

by Moondust_Yikisoul

What if Stiles was just a human? What if he had an incline to what was about to happen before the events of season one? what would it mean for the rest of the pack? and what douse his strange dreams mean?

Words: 213, Chapters: 1/12, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of SuperTeenWolf

Fandoms: Supernatural, Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Allison Argent, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), hale pack - Character, Peter Hale, Lydia Marin, Jackson Whittenmore, Danny Mahealani, Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Melissa McCall, Sheriff Stilinski, Kate Argent, Chris Argent, Deton

Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Allison Argent/Scott McCall, Lydia Martin/Jackson Whittemore, Menttions of Dean Winchester/ Castiel, Menttions of Sam Winchester/ Gabriel, Original Famale Character/Original Female Character

Additional Tags: Season/Series 01, Canon Rewrite, Not Canon Compliant, Spark Stiles Stilinski, Fox Stiles Stilinski, Mostly in Stiles Pov, Sometimes Derek's, or third person

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2QgolzT