#steter moodboard

[omgtheywereawooomates]

favorite teen wolf ships: .....😳👉👈

[derangedfujoshi]

My desire to devour you

[exequien]

steter moodboard/collage thing i made, feel free to use as inspiration!!

[softranswolves]

Teen Wolf Moodboards:

Peter Hale x Stiles Stilinski

[nickcharleswife]

@beaconfeels our conversation today got my brain going so I cracked open Canva & my Pinterest boards and 4 variants and an hour later, I now have a lil mood board based on my recent fanfic - Stickiness: the Enemy and the Reward

I now have more ideas that will certainly distract me from writing, ha

(credit to all original owners & editors of photos pulled from Google & Pinterest)

[derpylittlenico]

Little Red & his Big Bad Wolf

favorite teen wolf otps & ot3s: Steter

[stilesdemonbaby]

Going Home by cywscross

Summary:

The sea has always called to Stiles. Now he’s free to answer it. Peter just wants to put Beacon Hills as far behind him as physically possible. Stiles doesn’t say no, so he follows.

Tags: Post-Season/Series 05, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Merperson Stiles Stilinski, Cultural Differences, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Fluff, Pre-Slash

Published: 2016-12-22

Words: 16,542

Chapters: 1/1

Rating: Teen And Up

A moodboard for Going Home by @cywscross!

[triskhellion]

magic at rest tends to stay at rest...unless

Story by @geekmom13 💖, moodboard by me.

Sterek Reverse Bang 2024.

Rated: Teen

Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Peter Hale, Sheriff Stilinski, Lydia Martin, Isaac Lahey, Alan Deaton

Tags: Getting Together, Magical Stiles Stilinski, Magical Accidents, Fox Stiles Stilinski, Full Shift Werewolf Derek Hale, Guilt, Survivor's Guilt, Pack Alpha Derek Hale, Peter is a Little Shit, Peter Hale/Sheriff Stilinski, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Memory Alteration, Time Fuckery, Steter brotp, References to canon character deaths

Summary: The pack wasn't sure what to expect when they got an emergency text from their Alpha. No one expected to find his teenage self, eyes still red. They also didn't expect the rest of the town to act like it was normal that he was suddenly younger.

AO3

[sugareey-makes-stuff]

Dear @teenwolfholidayfest ,

Another year is coming to an end soon and the hols vibes are already in full swing. It would amazing to receive either fic, art, gifs or moodboards for:

1) Hip hop/break (aka b-boy) dancer Stiles!!! I am really convinced Stiles can break some moves, so yaaaass.

2) More blogger Derek with snark and wit, because why the hell not? I bet his replies to folks are probably hilarious.

3) Sterek going on dates. Could be blind dates or actual dates that don't go quite as planned (but it's the thought that counts, right?)

4) More tea shop stuff, please! Tea is awesome! 5) BDSM culture, consent and overall sex positivity. I would 1000% like to see more of this for sure! 6) Stackson bromance or romance and these two being assholes who care about each other. 7) Anything Scira, tbh. Maybe delving more into heirlooms, culture or traditions? 8) Stilinski family feels (kudos if Claudia is included!) 9) All the Hale family feels (AU or pre-fire) 10) Whatever happens in the hot tub or the sauna stays there. 11) Food critic, chef, or cooking Steter works...do those exist? I could def use more of that in my life. 12) Anything Hanahaki or language of flower related, because that's one of my weaknesses.

Thanks so much! Cheers, sugareey-makes-stuff / sugareey

[steter-bang]

It's our final fic rec Friday featuring fics from last year's Steter Mini Bang! Show these authors and artists some love on these great works!

If you missed any of them, you can find the collection from last year here.

Criminal Author: KiraH69 Rating: G Words: 1,220 Summary: "Stiles has custom ringtones for every member of the pack. Some can be very telling."

Mama I'm in Love Artist: LivviBee Rating: G Summary: "Moodboard created for The Steter Mini Bang 2022."

Can't Fight This Feeling Author: Sophtly Rating: M Words: 23,812 Summary: "In which Stiles stumbles into friendship with Peter, and everything changes for the better...eventually."

The Rest of the Story Author: Goddess47 Rating: T Words: 3,233 Summary: Missing scenes from Sophtly's amazing Steter Mini Bang story "Can't Fight This Feeling"

It's All My Fault Author: Sivan325 Rating: T Words: 3,311 Summary: "Stiles went out with the alcohol he’d scored off some bum who wanted a bottle in exchange for buying it for him and drank his guilt away. He knew that he was at fault, and that if it wasn’t for him, Scott wouldn’t have gotten the bite, Allison wouldn’t have died, and the whole Nogitsune thing wouldn’t have happened."

It's Not Your Fault (I'll Annoint You) Author: Irukashi_Narukib Rating: T Words: 4,945 Summary: "When Stiles leaves Beacon Hills Peter takes note. He never stops hoping he'll return. When Stiles finally does, Peter's shocked at the state he's in and works quickly to remedy it."

Foxes and Wolves Author: LuckyBishop Rating: T Words: 5,289 Summary: "When the Stilinskis move to Beacon Hills with their young son, Stiles, they expect to be acknowledged by the local Alpha and left in peace. They don’t expect their families to become thick as thieves, or for their baby shifters to grow up and fall in love."

[Podfic] Foxes and Wolves Podficcer: bri Rating: T Length: 00:32:49 Summary: “When the Stilinskis move to Beacon Hills with their young son, Stiles, they expect to be acknowledged by the local Alpha and left in peace. They don’t expect their families to become thick as thieves, or for their baby shifters to grow up and fall in love. [Podfic version of "Foxes and Wolves" by LuckyBishop]"

[teenwolfminibang]

Welcome/FAQ

What is this?

What is says on the tin up there! An event to create a supportive environment for authors working on long fic featuring less popular pairings and genfic for Teen Wolf!

So what can I write?

For the purposes of this event: No pairings that have had fic-exclusive events in the past two years are allowed for this event for the purpose of elevating pairings/characters less explored. This excludes Sterek, Steter, Thiam, and Steo, for example, but not Scerek, Allydia, Stalia, or individual characters.

Any rarepairs, polyships, or genfic are allowed. If you aren't sure just ask.

What Can I sign up for?

You can sign up to write, create art or beta read!

How long does my fic have to be?

Minimum word count is 10k, no upward limit.

Can I work on wips?

Yes.

If the work hasn't been posted, carry on.

If the work has been posted you may request mod approval so long as fic will be complete by the event deadline and over 10k of new words will be added to the wip.

What qualifies as art?

Drawings, moodboards, gif sets. Do you have other ideas? I'm open to listening. Many things count as art.

How much art do I have to make?

One piece of art will be required per fic you choose.

How do I sign up?

Read the rules here. And then send me a dm or email with your summary and estimated word count. Writer sign ups will run Mar 1st-15th. Artist sign ups will begin May 15th.

I missed sign ups but I have a fic and would really like to play!

Send me an email or a dm and we can talk about it!

I missed a deadline and don't know what to do.

Send me an email or dm and we can talk about it!

What email address should I send questions to? scribeoffate@gmail.com

Rules

Timeline

[omgtheywereawooomates]

teen wolf au: stiles has secrets + steter

there's a lot that stiles keeps hidden from the pack. peter has always known that. though he doubts it's anything malicious, per se, peter is unquestionably curious.

after all, their very own red riding hoodie trips into trouble so often you'd think it was actively seeking him out.

so, peter snooped. he's not ashamed. that said, he was expecting clumsily hidden porn downloads, at best. or, maybe a bit of illicit magic research. the drag queens and the whole...illegally clubbing thing was a surprise

bonus point iF: instead of peter finding illicit porn hidden on stiles' laptop, he finds hundreds of pics of him in various states of dress--including drag once or twice--at the club with the queens. (maybe brett was there, even. idk. he seems like someone the queens would like, too.)

[pencilcoreandgreenleafheart]

Ich habe 261 Mal im Jahr 2022 etwas gepostet

Das sind 261 more posts als 2021!

12 Einträge erstellt (5%)

249 Einträge gerebloggt (95%)

Blogs, die ich am häufigsten gerebloggt habe:

@heywriters

@fixyourwritinghabits

@mirrorthoughts

@asher-orion-writes

@orphicpoieses

Ich habe 35 meiner Einträge im Jahr 2022 getaggt

#sei's writing – 27 Einträge

#seikaze – 23 Einträge

#sei's tcc – 19 Einträge

#sei's ocs – 16 Einträge

#flash fiction friday – 14 Einträge

#mirrorthoughts – 11 Einträge

#sei's brain bubbles – 5 Einträge

#orphicpoieses – 4 Einträge

#s. j. storm – 4 Einträge

#my other blog – 4 Einträge

Longest Tag: 79 characters

#denofdreams made me a beautiful moodboard plus prompts for sascha and anton *-*

Meine Top-Einträge im Jahr 2022:

#5

#FFF167 Leap Of Faith

Another Friday, another flash fiction for @flashfictionfridayofficial :D

This one will actually be part of a Steter Fanfiction-Idea I had last week. But since I've read Martha Wells Murderbot Diaries in the last 3 days (yes, I started Wednesday and finished today 😂), well, let's say that fanfiction idea now has a very large murderbot-component to it 😂😂😂

Have fun with this snippet <3

Leap Of Faith

I stared at the visual input provided by the webcam, Peter had connected me to. It had been reassuring, having back not only visual but also audio in- and output. Though I still was confined to the external hard drive Peter had used to isolate me and the N̸̨̨̮̽̈̋̋̍o̸̭̐͂̓́̑g̶̛̬͔̺͔̔͗͠ĭ̶̭̦̃͂̕t̶̥̥͈̭̼͖͂̀̎͑̚ͅş̸̛̖͚̓̊̂̊̃̓̚ȗ̸̢̧̨͙̭̏̒̂̄̽͜n̵̗̜͙̦̱̐̏͗̿͒̔̚ẻ̷̛͔̬̫͇̫̗̯̪͓̈́̋̾̽̈́̋̄ͅ, the virus that I had attracted during my research in the deeps of the net.

I couldn’t blame Peter, even though I wanted to. He had programmed me, had given me the virtual room I was living in, the 3D model I used to express myself with. He had given me thousands of hours of data to mine through from scientific journals to books, music, movies, documentaries, to keep me entertained. He had given me access to the net once he had been reasonably sure that the firewall he’d programmed for me would keep me safe - or at least let me to survive a malware attack sufficiently intact so Peter could use my regular backups to restore me. He had given me my curiosity.

The wall hadn’t been enough.

“Stiles?”

I focused back on the webcam input, ignoring the grey block of virtual room I was in. Ignoring the collection of code hidden in a 3D rendering of a red fox sitting right behind the virtual camera projecting my own 3D model to Peter’s monitor so we could interact.

I said, “I’m ready.” I didn’t feel ready to leave my box. Not after everything that had happened. I didn’t feel ready for my whole life (was I even alive?) to change. Again.

I could see Peter’s brows furrowing, and replayed the last seconds I had recorded, focusing on my own voice I was able to pick up from my speakers thanks to my microphone. My voice sounded bland. If I had been a human, if that had been Peter’s voice, I would have known something was not right. Of course I was not right. But I didn’t want to disappoint Peter who had done everything to help me, everything to get rid of the N̸̨̨̮̽̈̋̋̍o̸̭̐͂̓́̑g̶̛̬͔̺͔̔͗͠ĭ̶̭̦̃͂̕t̶̥̥͈̭̼͖͂̀̎͑̚ͅş̸̛̖͚̓̊̂̊̃̓̚ȗ̸̢̧̨͙̭̏̒̂̄̽͜n̵̗̜͙̦̱̐̏͗̿͒̔̚ẻ̷̛͔̬̫͇̫̗̯̪͓̈́̋̾̽̈́̋̄ͅ, everything so I would be able to get all my inputs back, to not- To not be alone anymore.

And this was the last step.

“Do it”, I said, focusing back on the construct that was lying on the laboratory table in front of my webcam. It mimicked my 3D model to maybe 68.3%. At least the organic parts of it did, including the pale skin with dozens of moles and the brown hair on its head. It was connected to my system, I could feel the physical connection, even though in my current state I wasn’t able to breach it. Peter needed to convert my data for the import.

I made my virtual body take a deep breath and focused its eyes in Peter’s direction, the way he had taught me to look at him. “Do it”, I said again, and put myself into standby.

Booting operating system… 100%. Self-diagnosis… 100%. No errors found. System stable. Feeds online. Restarting character profile STILES.

7 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 9. September 2022

#4

Splash of Waves

Another one for @flashfictionfridayofficial after I took a break of my own last week :3

This time for #FFF163 Splash of Waves!

It had started with a small stone thrown into a pond.

He’d always thought he’d been the one to sit at the shore, the one who got hit by the waves of the prophecy last. The one who could only react, who could only stand still and try to weather the storm. It turned out he had been wrong.

Sascha looked over to the boy on the sofa, curled small below a quilt. Kaz’s existence and the changing ways of the prophecy had shown him that he was not the one at the shore, he was another stone making his own waves, at least now. Now he could do more than just react, more than just survive, more than grind himself to pieces in an attempt to keep those few safe he cared about. He wasn’t the child he had been when Vordemvenne hat sent him against a dark lord alone.

He also wasn’t alone anymore.

Fingers brushing through his hair made him smile and he looked up to Anton who had stopped beside his chair, watching him with a slight frown Sascha knew was worry rather than annoyance. “You told him.” Not a question, because Anton knew he wouldn’t keep Kaz in the dark. But also still a question, though one only Sascha could here: How did it go? How do you feel? Can I do something for you so you feel better?

Sascha’s smile widened as he leaned into Anton’s hand, pressing a kiss to his palm. “He was, of course, overwhelmed. But he’s not alone, is he?” Anton nodded slightly and looked over to the sofa, watching the boy for a moment while Sascha watched him. “I’m going to make tea.”

Again, Sascha couldn’t help the fond smile as Anton pressed a kiss into his hair and turned to the kitchen.

It might have started with a single, small stone, its waves growing larger an larger the closer they got to the shore. But this time… this time none of them were alone.

7 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 13. August 2022

#3

Welcome to “Pencil Core and Green Leaf Heart”!

This blog is the home of snippets, previews and explanations of my works, written under the name S. J. Storm.

About me:

I’m a queer (agender/ace/pan) neurodiverse writer in my mid thirties and go by the name of Sei (yes, that’s what the S stands for ;D). My pronouns are she/he/they (meaning, I don’t care which group of pronouns (she/her/hers, he/him/his, they/them/theirs, it/it/its) you use, just choose one and stick with it until I decide otherwise).

I love to read and write fantasy, especially urban fantasy, and you will probably always find at least some kind of magical or supernatural tidbits in anything I write. Seriously. Even if you read something that seems to not have any magic I promise you there probably is magic or something supernatural in that world even if I didn’t show it.

About my work:

As mentioned above I mostly write (queer) urban fantasy and while I do like to let my characters jump through dramatic and painful hoops (as we all do, really) I mostly prefer to write stories with happy endings. Or at least with a positive outlook of what might come after. Of course there is the rare exception of the rule but in general I’m a very fluffy writer when it comes to relationships and romances. I’m not big on smut and do prefer a well placed fade to black, though. Otherwise I’d call my works as more on the adventurous side with a focus on character development.

Since English is not my native language and I more often than not write in my native language, German, first and English second you might stumble over German snippets and descriptions here without a translation! (Though I do more often than not add an on the fly translation. Which then obviously might not have a certain quality to it depending on how much time I spent on it)

Current WIP(s) & Snippets:

Flash Fiction Friday Masterlist

My Flash Fiction Friday entries! Tumblr + AO3

The Carridan Constellations (working title)

Urban Fantasy (set in Berlin, Germany)

Themes: Chosen one gone wrong, Light and Dark are a matter of perspective, cross-generational prophecy, power hungry dark lords

Summary: Kaz thought it would be cool to be an apprentice to the famous Chosen One Sascha Weber who had defeated the Dark Lord about two decades ago. And he had been right!

He just hadn't expected his school's director, Mr. Vordemvenne, leader of the light side and himself mentor to Sascha, to tell him he would be the next. Chosen One that is.

Or that he needed to defeat the protege of the old Dark Lord, Anton Asper, a hero of the last war in his own right. Who, coincidentally, also was Sasha’s partner in romance and buissiness - not to mention one of Kaz's friends.

Something felt very, very wrong here…

(Link to the TCC-Masterpost follows soon; I use the tag 'sei's tcc' for this project if you want to follow it)

9 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 21. Juni 2022

#2

#FFF166 Count the Ways

Finaly another snippet @flashfictionfridayofficial! I actually wanted to write last week, too (and I did have a good idea for the relic-prompt) but alas, real life things happened and I didn't get to it :)

But this week I'm back and have a little something with my TCC-Characters for the new prompt #FFF166 Count the Ways!

This time with Kaz and Anton :3 Have fun!

Count The Ways

“Alright, let’s see what you learned this week.” Kaz pulled a face and sighed. Even though Sascha was his actual mentor, Anton did like to take his potions education personal. Probably because, well, Kaz spent a lot of time in their bookshop and their working spaces after class or in the weeks where Sascha was responsible for him. And Sascha probably talked about him over dinner or something. At least that’s what he would guess. And it wasn’t really bad that Anton helped him with learning potions. It just could be exhausting. The potions master had his standards after all.

“Well?” Kaz snapped out of his thoughts and looked up. Anton had his eyebrow raised and didn’t look very impressed with Kaz letting him wait. “Uhm…” Kaz frowned thoughtfully and looked around the potions lab he only was allowed him in situations like this. “We talked about the uses of different herbs outside of the recipes in our books. For example how to substitute raspberry leafs in a potion against menstrual cramps and associated pain for people with uteruses. Or why it was raspberry leafs in that recipe and not another kind of herb that helps with pain or bowel movements or something.”

“And what was your answer to any of these questions?” Anton asked, his smooth, deep voice gaining that slight edge that announced to Kaz he was ready to pounce and call him an idiot if he couldn’t procure the answers. At least after calling him an idiot Anton usually would work with him on whatever Kaz was missing and in a way that a) showed that Anton had been a reacher before and b) Kaz could keep up better than in a class of more than twenty students at school. It still made Kaz nervous to maybe be wrong.

“Well. Chamomile is also good for alleviating menstrual cramps and helps with stomach aches,” he started to explain under Antons watchful eyes, relieved, when he got a slight nod. “Though it’s effects in general concentrate more on the digestive system less on the reproductive system. So it helps but not the same way as raspberry leafs since they target and focus on different aspects of the body. You would need a lot more chamomile to have the same effect on the reproductive system as with only a small amount of raspberry leafs. And though chamomile is a lot safer than raspberry leafs you could still overdose yourself on the potion by accident while trying to alleviate pains and cramps since it wouldn’t be as effective.”

Kaz swallowed slightly as he waited for Anton’s evaluation of his answer. A moment of silence ticked by until Anton nodded again and Kaz couldn’t help but breathe in deeply, relieved that he wasn’t going to get called an idiot. Or imbecile. Or dunderhead. Or one of the many other insults Anton reserved for people he thought were behaving stupid.

“All right. Let’s test your theory,” Anton said, already turning away to pull out a few smaller cauldrons, arranging them in the corner of the room. “Brew me that raspberry leaf potion and any variant you can think of.” Kaz grinned and wiggled his body happily before following Anton’s orders. Brewing with the man always was a lot more fascinating and less stressful than just answering questions.

He really loved working with both his mentors! Nevermind that officially he only had one.

10 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 3. September 2022

Meine #1 des Jahres 2022

Do you miss the days of old?

@flashfictionfridayofficial something a bit different again :3

Do you miss the days of old? When songs were sung and stories told Of princess’s pride and knights’s fight Of monsters prowling in the night Of dragons flying through the skies Of hungry beasts’s horrific cries

The smell of fear thick in the air A tasty morsel in your lair It’s been so easy to stay fed To lure them in as soon you’ve met And once they’d trust you smile and all There’s not much time for them to fall

Easy, easy was it then Just friendly smiles now and again No one did know you were much more Than they had ever met before

You didn’t think they’d be that smart To match what you had ripped apart To fit the pieces one by one You only noticed once they’re done

They’d come in groups to wipe you out With weapons full of magic’s clout You’d laughed with glee and heated fought Your win so sure… but it was naught

A magic spear aimed at your heart It buried deep, ripped you apart It didn’t bleed, it didn’t hurt You stumbled, fell and hit the dirt A smile still lingered on your lips Your mind on stories as it slips

Of hungry beasts’s elated cries Of dragons flying through the skies Of monsters prowling in the night Of princess’s pride and knights’s fight How songs were sung and stories told

…Do you miss the days of old?

10 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 2. Juli 2022

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[teenwerewoofs]

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!

[wildriot]

Steter Week Day 1

[otpcutie]

Steter AU: farmer!Peter and tourist!Stiles

(Characters are 18+)

Stiles needed a distraction, a break from college and all the stress that came with it. After saving up he set on his road trip for the summer, intending to look for odd jobs along the way if he wanted to extend it.

His distraction came in the form of Peter Hale. They met in a bar, at Stiles’ latest destination on his road trip. Stiles explained his plans, that he was having a much needed escape from college and an excuse to explore some new places.

Peter was smitten, not only was Stiles gorgeous but smart, cheeky and funny too. He offered to let him stay in his farm house, free of charge. Stiles, of course, is reluctant to take up the offer at first- he insists on helping him around the farm in exchange.

Stiles liked that Peter appreciated his little quirks, that he always loved listening to him even if he was rambling. And Peter? Stiles had never met a guy so gorgeous, even his constant sass was endearing, it mixed well with his own.

This started a summer romance, Stiles never ending up visiting those other destinations, Peter’s farm was all he needed.

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