#shroudedspark

[neverwholelahey]

@shroudedspark​ liked for a random ass starter.

He was focused, listening to the scratches of the record that was currently playing in his studio. It had become a habit of his, it helped him focus, it stopped the thoughts, and made his mind blank. Well, as blank as it could get with everything he’d been through. It helped him relax so that he could paint, without second guessing himself. However, using his werewolf hearing for it, meant that he heard Stiles approaching long before he even reached the door. And it broke Isaac’s focus. 

“Yes Stiles?” He said as he heard the door open, knowing the human would just walk straight into his studio. Then again, he rarely kept it locked because only pack usually went into this building, since Derek owned the entire complex. And Isaac had his own floor. A massive loft which was mainly just a studio, with a corridor off to the left side, where the bathroom, and bedroom were. The kitchen was off to the right, in the open main area. He still hadn’t looked up from where he was stood bent over his desk, staring down at the paper, the record still going. 

[boysofcharm]

for @shroudedspark​

These past six months had been some of the best of Scott’s life. To think that this had all with a little bit too much alcohol and a bit of truth or dare for their feelings to come to the surface. Now here they were, Scott smitten and the two of them planning to go to college together, maybe find a small apartment together and just...well, make up for lost time. But Scott also knew that there were a few things still left to do in Beacon Hills, one thing in particular that they couldn’t put off forever when their future was calling in just a couple of months.

“Still thinking about him?” Scott asked, warm eyes and a gentle smile on his lips as he saw Stiles’s eyes lingering on his phone and hovering over Derek’s number for the past few minutes. Leaning in to press his shoulder to Stiles, fingers gently resting on his boyfriend’s thigh as they curled up on the couch at Stiles’s place. Sheriff was taking the late shift and there had been a rare few weeks of no real supernatural activity; which is why they could be like this right now, cuddled under a blanket on the couch watching television.  “Maybe you should call him this time.”

[mccallofthewild]

@shroudedspark​

Continued from here.

Scott smiled at his best friend, patting Stiles' chest. "I still got you. I always got you, bro." He mumbled with a grin. "It's true though. Except you. No one ever stays. Eventually, you'll go too. I get it. I mean, you gotta go give the FBI a good reputation after they hired my dad." He sighed, crossing his arms behind his head. "They're lucky they get you."

[fifthfcrce]

@shroudedspark​

“Yes, I can cure you a cold,” Bren pointed as he walked towards Stiles, putting up a wet towel after filling it with some healing energy, “but where would the fun be in it? You didn’t listen when I told you to wear a jacket, now, you face the consquences... even if I’m good and I will lesser the effect.” He pointed as he sat next to him, arm around his shoulder. More than thirty years and he still wore revealing clothes. So of course his warm skin came into contact with the other’s neck.

[ofauroradreams]

@shroudedspark​ texted:           ™ working together to fortify shelter through an invasion

apocalypse now || accepting

     Liana didn’t know how they’d attracted the Infected, or even where they were all coming from, but there was no time to dwell on it; they only had a few minutes to quickly take cover before they’d be overrun and probably dead.  Kicking into fight-or-flight mode, she took a few precious seconds to examine their surroundings in the middle of the mall to figure out the best way to survive the oncoming horde.

     “Quick!” she yelled at the survivor she’d been pointing her bow at mere minutes ago.  “Into the furniture store.  We can take shelter.”

     The windows were already boarded up and through the doorway, she could see couches and bookshelves they could use for cover and barricade the door.  It wasn’t perfect, but it would do until they cleared enough of the Infected away to escape.  She bolted for it, letting loose a couple of arrows on the closest Runners, hoping that her fellow survivor was right behind her.

[unsaintedfox-a]

@shroudedspark​ liked for a starter

Deshi was the furthest thing from a morning person which meant every time he had a shoot in the early hours, he needed caffeine in order to be anywhere near tolerable. He had found a coffee shop near the studio he usually went, becoming a place he visited frequently. Going in and ignoring the line like every other day, he rubbed his temple as he kept his sunglasses on and walked up to the counter. “Give me the usual with an extra shot of expresso. Need to get out of here within the next five minutes, thanks.”

[lifegivenx]

@shroudedspark​ said // 💤 (Scott)

  Scott could smell his best friend’s scent getting closer before he felt the bed dip next to him. A small smile tugs on the corners of his lips when he feels Stiles’ head resting on his lap. Enjoying the nice quiet moment, Scott doesn’t say a word while gently placing his hand on the other’s head and begins to run his fingers through his hair. He felt… content and happy, knowing that Stiles was there with him. They were both safe and together, as long as they had that then everything was going to be fine.

[artebellica]

@shroudedspark​

Laying over the couch, TV turned off, he found Stiles  laying over his lap. And sleeping. That ass was fairly  covered by a pair of briefs, so with a flick of his hand whirled the briefs away. Dry hands brushed over the rear, offering a small massage while also spreading the cheeks  away to see the sleepy hole. Unaware of if he should do more. Yes, Stiles was his lover, but they hadn’t discussed unrequested sex. Soofcourse... he left it down asa simple massage.

[mieczlw-a]

You're so good at writing Stiles, I hope if/when they finally make a spin off show with Stiles as the main character, I hope they hire you as a writer.

but consider:  thEY HIRE YOU INSTEAD ! !!!!! 

[torturedbrxs]

@shroudedspark​ // Kit & Stiles

“Guys, stop.” Kit rushed forward as some of his older brothers started to rough-up one of the locals. Ever since the Zerano Clan had moved into Beacon Hills, they’d been causing plenty of trouble. Both seemed to be shifting into their wolf forms, which made this even worse to handle. Kit then shifted too, his yellow eyes shining brightly. The young wolf roared loudly, scaring both of his brothers off as they turned back to normal. Kit then approached the man that they’d knocked to the ground, holding his now normal hand out for him to take. “I’m so sorry about them. They’re just... riled-up. I’m Kit, by the way.”

[bastienprice-a]

@shroudedspark​   one-liner starter.

          “No, you’re really NOT supposed to be here. Did you touch anything?”

[undxroos]

SUFFERING SUNDAY ⤻ THE MEME FOR PEOPLE WHO HATE HAPPINESS. / @shroudedspark​ 50. Our muses in a plane crash.

It happened so fast.

One moment he was in the seat next to Stiles and the next moment he was jumping over his friend making a break for the back of the plane. He had his suit. Peter just needed to ━━ he caught the stewardess that had lost her footing when the plane dove down and quickly helped her into the nearest seat. The bathroom was occupied. Of course.  He heard Stiles shouting for him but he pulled the curtain to the back of the plane where the stewardess was headed . . . he didn’t have time to look for a better place! 

Without waiting a second Peter was in his suit and just before he pulled his mask down over his chin he was throw against the wall of the plane. 

Ouch.

He  looked around a spotted the reason they were jolted. They hit something that tore into the plane, just enough for him to fit through. The last time he tried to land a plane it didn’t go so well and this time was worse. 

The plane took out most of a suburban street just outside of the city. He wasn’t in the best shape but he didn’t bother with his own injuries. Peter climbed back into what was left of the plane and looked around, desperately hoping his friend was okay. The plane was small, a private aircraft there wasn’t many people on board. The stewardess was still in her seat, her body slumped over, the front of the plane was torn to shreds. The sound of his heart pounded in his ears, drowning out the flames and distant sirens as he approached the his friends seat.

❝ Stiles! ❞

Peter leaned over the other, giving him a shake,  ❝ Stiles! ❞ He tore his mask off and looked him over, there was a lot of blood,  ❝ wake up, ❞ he muttered over and over again as he checked his friend’s pulse, faint, but it was there,  ❝ c’mon Stiles ❞.

[itssheriffstilinski]

send things !!

@shroudedspark​ said: "Dad--- I have to tell you something important... ---I think I'm vegan."

            Noah looks up from his papers, panics for the briefest moment, and then rolls his eyes in his son’s general direction. “No, you’re not.”

[fangedrockstar]

you're awesome and ily but you have bad taste in following Stiles blogs.   - @shroudedspark

[fifthfcrce]

@shroudedspark​  liked for a starter (call in the source)

“He’s so into you, look at his perfect hair and careful glare,” Brendon teased, standing hidden partially as he only allowed Stiles to see and hear through his cloaking. A feat easy to do and play when he was ... feeling playful. It was rare for him to be such a tease, but sometimes... some people, some situations? Were worthy. And Stiles’ reaction to his bickering was always amusing. Even tho he was just interrupting a conversation with a former teammate of Stiles.

[ofauroradreams]

shroudedspark texted:            ♭

texting meme!!! || accepting

♭ for an angry text

[12:36; to what’s a stiles] that’s the last time I let you mess with my sound system. [12:37; to what’s a stiles] you tell a guy ONE song you don’t like and suddenly it’s all you’re hearing. [12:39; to what’s a stiles] I will revoke your caffeine rights if I have to, don’t test me