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Me a few months ago

Me: I don’t know how to explain it; sometimes I go through these “phases” where I get so obsessed over a movie or show I like! It’s all I can think, talk, or draw about!

A post on Tumblr: It’s called “hyperfixating”.

Me: …There’s a word?

Originally posted by dddribbble

In the Paper Mario series, Whackas are rare, blue mole-like creatures. Hitting one on the head with a hammer or jumping on them makes a Whacka Bump appear, a useful health item restoring 25 HP and 25 FP. If they are attacked eight times, they recede into the ground, releasing a few coins. After this point, Whacka disappears and the player cannot obtain any more Whacka Bumps in that particular save file. However, if you attack Whacka eight times in each of the four save files in the original Paper Mario, whacking them for the eighth time on the fourth save file will trigger a battle sequence in which Whacka will curse Mario out with vulgar language for his continued abuse and attempt to reclaim their dignity through combat. Whacka is the hardest enemy in the game with Max HP: 800, Attack Power: 25, and Defense Power: 0. They are stronger than The Master of the Toad Town Dojo in his final 3rd form and the final boss, Bowser (in his powered-up state), combined. Whacka primarily attacks by throwing Whacka Bumps at Mario, delivering a devastating 25 damage points with each successful hit, but can also breathe fire. While Whacka is the strongest opponent in the entire game, they are completely optional, much like Bonetail in the sequel - thus they are the game’s superboss. In addition, this is also the only battle where Luigi replaces Mario’s partner to fight alongside him. Upon starting the battle, Luigi appears and states that he wishes to prove himself worthy to his brother in order to embark on his own adventure in the Waffle Kingdom. This is a reference to Luigi’s quest to save Princess Eclair in the sequel, Paper Mario: The Thousand-Year Door. If you encounter Luigi in the sequel, the player can learn about his adventures from a collection of books called The Super Luigi series. Luigi’s attack options all fall into the two categories of “Tattle” and “Jump”. Luigi’s presence increases Mario’s Star Power by 1, adding an eighth Star Spirit to Mario’s Star Power bar. This black Star Spirit, named Bowie, gifts Mario with a hidden Special Move called Whacka Breaker. When used, several Whacka Bumps rain down on opponents, causing 25 points of damage each. The move costs all eight SP to use and is essential to defeating Whacka. Upon defeat, Whacka only offers one Star Point but drops one final item, a Whacka Tumor. This is the best health item in the game, restoring 100 HP and 100 FP.


The first five installments of the 1000 dresses - this contains 800.

It is 25 sets x 16 recolours for Adults & Teens. I honestly don’t think anyone will need this many, and I have paired down my own collection - but I’m still making more?? Not compressed, sorry!

All of them come for Everyday/Formal, except for Regan, Chloe, and Susan which are classified as outerwear.

No meshes included, they are IamLiz’s Regency dress, and Trapping’s conversion.

They are all labelled from left to right.

Picture One

Jane is wearing “Carolina” in Inchworm.

Elizabeth is wearing “Marianna” in Barn.

Mary is wearing “Laurana” in Soot.

Kitty is wearing “Josceline” in Hyacinth.

Lydia is wearing “Elinor” in Pool.

Picture Two

Jane is wearing “Regan” in Pebble.

Elizabeth is wearing “Phoebe” in Barn.

Mary is wearing “Cecily” in Nile Blue.

Kitty is wearing “Rosalind” in Papaya.

Lydia is wearing “Chloe” in Petal.

Picture Three

Jane is wearing “Isolde” in Pebble.

Elizabeth is wearing “Charlotte” in Fawn.

Mary is wearing “Oriana” in Inchworm.

Kitty is wearing “Mary Jane” in Papaya.

Lydia is wearing “Klira” in Periwinkle.

Picture Four

Jane is wearing “Cynthia” in Nile Blue.

Elizabeth is wearing “Olympia” in Snow.

Mary is wearing “Albina” in Fawn.

Kitty is wearing “Arabella” in Inchworm.

Lydia is wearing “Kirsten” in Shortcake.

Picture Five

Jane is wearing “Kitty” in Periwinkle.

Elizabeth is wearing “Hope” in Beachglass.

Mary is wearing “Cassandra” in Shortcake.

Kitty is wearing “Lucy” in Palm.

Lydia is wearing “Susan” in Hyacinth.

Big thank you to all of the creator’s whose creations I mangled into these -

AllAboutStyle, Andavri, Sherabihm, Klira, Trapping, IamLiz, Heget, Airdrie, Shastakiss, CuriousB.

Go to the Download folder ~ (it is uploaded in 5 separate parts)

Marvel’s stat ratings annoy me

This is a nerdy thing to complain about, but I do not appreciate how Marvel handles it’s stat and how they delineate them to certain characters. I find the entire stat system to be really obscure and opaque. Like here are the stat ratings and each category.


1. Slow/Impaired
2. Normal
3. Learned
4. Gifted
5. Genius
6. Super-Genius
7. Omniscient


1. Weak: cannot lift own body weight
2. Normal: able to lift own body weight
3. Peak human: able to lift twice own body weight
4. Superhuman: 800 lbs-25 ton range
5. Superhuman: 25-75 ton range
6. Superhuman: 75-100 ton range
7. Incalculable: in excess of 100 tons


1. Below normal
2. Normal
3. Superhuman: peak range: 700 MPH
4. Speed of sound: Mach-1
5. Supersonic: Mach-2 through Orbital Velocity
6. Speed of light: 186,000 miles per second
7. Warp speed: transcending light speed

Energy Projection

1. None
2. Ability to discharge energy on contact
3. Short range, short duration, single energy type
4. Medium range, duration, single energy type
5. Long range, long duration, single energy type
6. Able to discharge multiple forms of energy
7. Virtually unlimited command of all forms of energy


1. Weak
2. Normal
3. Enhanced
4. Regenerative
5. Bulletproof
6. Superhuman
7. Virtually indestructible

Fighting Ability

1. Poor
2. Normal
3. Some training
4. Experienced fighter
5. Master of a single form of combat
6. Master of several forms of combat
7. Master of all forms of combat

Now some of the categories are quantifiable. Like Speed and Strength are well-defined if not a tad broad. Sure, the first three ratings in strength are iffy because it does not specify the exercise. It is asking if a peak a person can lift an item that is their body weight over their head because newsflash, not many people can lift their bodyweight above their head. Cleaning and jerking are Olympic lifts for a reason.

Characters with classified normal strength are dubious because it isn’t telling you what it is describing. Kate Bishop has the strength rating of two, but she regularly shoots arrows that have the draw strength of at least 50 pounds. She weighs 120 pounds and I know for a fact that Kate could at least lift twice her body weight. If she can’t lift twice her body weight, she would not be able to draw arrows as much as she does. What is the strength stat measuring exactly?

Then we have the fact that characters who weight lighter like Kate being categorized t be just as strong as characters who weight twice as more. Just because Kate could pick up twice her body weight does not make her stronger than someone who weighs twice her body weight and could lift their own, but might have problems lifting 480 pounds above their head. If anyone cleans 480 pounds and jerks it above their head, they are very strong no matter the wight they are.

But we have the vague categories like Intelligence that are vague as shit. It never explains just what these categories mean especially the learned and gifted stat. Just to make a clarification, Peter Parker is gifted. He is not a genius. Think about that for a second. Peter, a kid who created web shooters when he was a teen with limited resources and created webbing is not considered a genius. He is just gifted. In the same line of thinking, Kate Bishop is Learned. I don’t know what that entails and how is that separate from normal. Did Kate Bishop go to college(she didn’t)? Did she study a lot? I don’t know what that means. Then there is Miles Morales who has the rating of 2. He is normal. Now this baffled me. Now Miles is not a smart as Peter in a specific science way, but is pretty intelligent since he goes to a charter school for gifted students. He did not get there on merit based scholarship, but he met the requires to even receive a scholarship hence why he had to enter a lottery to even be considered. For example.

He is not normal. But I could be exaggerating, right? This is just one instance of his intelligence and he may have got that specific question right.

The nigga led a science team that created free harvestable energy. That is Wakanda level of intelligence. You could say that Wilson wrote Miles out of character, but it is pretty consistent for what Bendis has written him as. And Bruno, Ms. Marvel’s friend, has been categorized as a genius yet he could not compete with a Miles’ led science team.

Miles seems to know that having a pocket fusion reactor is dangerous and inquires if it could have a nuclear meltdown.  Then kid is pretty fucking smart.

Back to Peter Parker, Parker’s intelligence has been a matter of debate amongst Spider-man fans. People feel that the only reason he is not categorized as a genius is because Marvel wants to ensure that he maintains the everyman persona. If Peter is a genius, then he can’t be just some normal kid. So they invented the gifted category for characters who are smart enough to understand Tony Stark and Reed Richards and also be able to work as a scientist, but not be considered genius per say or someone of high intellect. Like Doc Ock is considered a genius yet many Spider-man’s contest that Spider-man is just as smart if not smarter than Otto.

It’s a huge fucking mess and I am not touching the ableism that involves the whole “impaired/slow” rating. But the rating Learned is even more confusion. Along with Kate, Daredevil has the Learned rating. Now Daredevil went to Columbia Law school. One of the top Law Schools in the country if not the top law school. Now, you might not appreciate this, but to get into Columbia, you have to get a near perfect LSAT score of at least 168 if you don’t pay your way in or not a legacy. Let’s assume that Matt got accepted on normal means. Getting that high of a score means that you are at least more intelligent than 90% of the world population. The LSAT is thought because it is trying to discourage people from entering Law School. It is tests logic. So Matt having that score is understandable. Matt sharing that rating with Kate Bishop who has not shown any exceptional aptitude in knowledge ever is suspect as hell. It also seems to be skewed in favor of science instead of…knowledge.

I don’t know. I never felt okay with Marvel’s ratings because narratively, they don’t make sense.

A Look At Some Thedosian Titles

Title Resources

  • Tier One:  Monthly Income 400-800 Silver/25-50 Troops/Minor Influence
  • Tier Two: Monthly Income 1000-2000 Silver/ 100-200 Troops/ Moderate Influence
  • Tier Three: Monthly Income 2500 Silver/ 500+Troops/ Major Influence

Please note that these resources are basically a guide.

Orlesian Noble

Whether by newly-discovered proof of pedigree, exemplary service to the Empire, or most commonly inheritance,  one can be counted among the nobility of Orlais. While all Orlesian nobles are officially of equal rank, the Grand Game of Orlesian politics shows greater favor to some. This title is only available to native Orlesians or those foreigners who have given the crown ample reason to favor them.


A minor noble, and likely unknown or not well liked. They are granted a small plot of land and the right to collect taxes from their meager holdings. At this level, troops are limited to several dozen guards and whatever followers the noble can attract with personal charisma or promises of money.


The noble is in favor in court, and thus has been granted more land in the countryside, as well as an estate in Val Royeaux. Their income from their holdings is enough to support a luxurious lifestyle, and they likely command a detachment of armed men up to 100 strong, not to mention a veritable army of servants. New blood entering the Grand Game at this level is likely to attract the attention of jealous nobility, all equally eager to make alliances or silence an upstart.


The noble holds the highest favor in court, and may be related to the Imperial family by marriage or blood. They have multiple estates and their income allows for a lavish lifestyle. In times of conflict, they can call on hundreds of troops and the Empress will look favorably on reasonable requests for more assistance. Nobility operating at this level have considerable influence and many seek their attention, but just as many seek to replace them as the court’s most favored.

Fereldan Noble

The Fereldan nobility are tasked with defending the country’s freeholders. If not inherited, such positions are usually awarded by the king or a teyrn after the previous title holder proved extremely unfit, but it is possible that new territories could be created via new settlements in the south, near the Korcari Wilds. This title is only available to native Fereldans or those foreigners who have given the crown ample reason to favor them.


The character is a lord or one of the minor banns, and has been granted a small keep and the right to petition freeholders for support in the Landsmeet. They are expected to levy a tax on their freeholders to pay for 25-50 troops, but freeholders are known to withdraw their support when taxed too heavily.


If given command over a strategically important location, the character may be considered an arl, else they are a very powerful (and wealthy) bann. This level of influence brings with it a castle and roughly 100 regular troops, though several hundred more can be called up from the surrounding peasantry. Other banns do not (usually) owe direct allegiance to an arl, but they may look to them for guidance.


This tier represents the highest position in Ferelden outside of the king—that of a teyrn. Teyrns are warlords with multiple banns sworn to them, and thus command hundreds of regular troops. There are only a handful of teyrns in Ferelden at any given time, (currently two) but they have access to resources to rival the king.

Tevinter Magister

A Tevinter mage who becomes influential and powerful enough may be appointed to the Magisterium, either by the archon, their home Circle, or through inheritance. Though this position does not automatically grant access to land or money, there are plenty of interests willing to compensate a friendly magister for their vote. This title is only available to mages of Tevinter origins, though given the Imperium’s respect for magical abilities, it may be possible for a powerful foreign-born mage to prove loyal enough to earn a seat in the lower tiers.


The character’s position in the Magisterium is an unfavorable one, with little influence outside the area they represent. A house and/or country estate are possible, but income is restricted to whatever the character can produce on their own—or what bribes they can secure. Troops are likewise restricted, likely to personal bodyguards.


As a magister of note, the character’s voice and vote carry great weight. Many individuals and groups are eager for their support, but other magisters are sure to have conflicting desires. Magisters of this authority may command a legion, head a magical academy or oversee large portions of the Imperium’s commerce,whatever their interest.

Chantry Priest

Devout followers of the Chant of Light who prove themselves able administrators may be selected by the Chantry to run a particular division. Note that positions in the Chantry focus on power and influence over wealth and command of troops.


The character is a brother or sister of the Chantry, likely tasked with the oversight of several dozen of the faithful. This position may be focused on any number of the Chantry’s areas of interest, from missionary work, to curating religious artifacts, to rooting out heresy. Characters in these positions have few personal resources, but may call upon the vast resources of the Chantry within their narrow purview.


As a mother, the character is primarily responsible for the spiritual well being of their community and rooting out heresy, but many mothers end up amassing secular political power due to the influence they have over their congregation. Due to the tenets of the Chantry, this title is only available to women, except in the Tevinter Imperium, where the title of father is only available to men.


Characters at this level become one of the Grand Clerics, overseeing the Chantry’s operations in a whole nation or major region. Again, women are selected for this position in honor of Andraste’s gender, while the opposite is true for men in Tevinter. Grand Clerics oversee numerous followers and lower Chantry officials and many are tasked with special projects or allowed to pursue certain personal interests by the Divine. Operating at this tier provides incredible power within the Chantry but the responsibilities are exceptionally high and duties constant.

Antivan Merchant

Thanks to shrewd business sense (and possibly judicious use of the Antivan Crows)  an individual controls significant trade within Antiva, and has earned the title of merchant prince or merchant queen. These titles are first and foremost concerned with wealth over the loyalty of underlings, so any troops a character commands are likely mercenaries.


The character is the head of a small trading firm or the trusted lieutenant of a more powerful prince or queen. They have access to a lifestyle far above most Antivan citizens, but are not quite respected enough to be much involved in the country’s affairs.


This tier can only be claimed after amassing large amounts of personal wealth and influence, roughly double the normal amount for this tier. However, it brings with it access to the inner circles of Antivan politics and a certain grudging respect from the other titans of commerce. It may also make the character an even larger target for assassins.

Dwarven Noble

Nobility is largely a matter of birth within dwarven society, and thus this title is rarely bestowed upon a character later in life. Should a dwarf  achieve this, though, they can expect to be granted an estate in Orzammar and a vote in the Assembly.  Surface dwarves are not allowed to return to Orzammar except in the rarest of cases and are stripped of any caste connections, though their prior standing may persist among other surface dwarves.


The noble is the head of a minor noble house in good standing with the Assembly. The easiest method of achieving this title is to be born into it and assume power after the death of a parent, but isn’t unheard of for some low-born dwarves to rise to the nobility after finding old genealogical records proving their rank in the lost thaigs.


The noble is the head of a major noble house and commands a small personal army of warrior caste dwarves. They also have considerable standing within the Assembly, allowing them to influence the legislative process of Orzammar to their own ends.


Through some great deed that benefits all dwarves, the Dwarf is declared a Paragon of dwarven society— a living Ancestor. They are made the head of a noble house (if they are not one already) and their words are considered all but law. A Paragon has access to nearly all the resources Orzammar can bring to bear. Note that this title is so rarely bestowed that a Paragon only appears once every few generations.

Circle Enchanter

The Circle of Magi is composed of numerous philosophical fraternities tied together in a web of temporary alliances and rivalries. Though by no means as cutthroat as the Orlesian court, the politics of the Circle can still be vicious. However, there is one thing all members respect, and that is knowledge. This title offers little access to money or soldiers, but it makes up for thatwith access to a cadre of loyal mages.


The mage is considered to be a respected instructor within the Circle. Though they command little official power, their status means other members look up to them and value their opinions.


The mage is a Senior Enchanter, one of the Circle’s dedicated leaders. This position allows them access to the Circle’s trove of artifacts, as well as greater freedom to operate independently in the larger world. It is also likely they are considered a philosophical trendsetter, and thus looked to by the other mages in their faction.


As First Enchanter, the mage is responsible for an entire nation’s Circle of Magi. They may set the tone for how their mages are educated and just how harshly to deal with apostates. They also have access to extremely powerful artifacts that are handed over to the Circle for safekeeping, though it is assumed they possess the wisdom to know not to use such dangerous tools. They may also be elected the leader of their fraternity.

Nevarran Dragon Hunter

Nevarra is ruled over by the Pentaghast clan, who maintain control chiefly through their highly trained military. Among the most dangerous and devoted of these warriors are the Nevarran dragon hunters. These men and women study, track, and learn to destroy dragons. They are less an organization and more of a profession, but a very elite and dangerous one. There are no formal rankings or titles within the dragon hunters, and no official orders. Instead, status and reputation based on successful hunts determine how esteemed and valuable this title is.


One has begun their career as a dragon hunter. At this stage they are largely unproven, but have access to the lore and wisdom of experienced dragon hunters, who know more about the creatures they fight than perhaps anyone in Thedas.


Once one has actually killed a dragon, they are considered a respected member of the profession. They can more readily get aid or insight from fellow hunters, apprentices may seek them out, and they have a good enough reputation that they may be able to organize especially prestigious or dangerous hunts with multiple hunters. In addition, these warriors are respected and feared throughout Nevarra and often can gain influence and favor with nobles whose lands they help protect from dragonkind.


Only those who defeat a high dragon or multiple lesserdragons achieve this lofty reputation. Widely recognizedas among the greatest dragon hunters in the world, legendary dragon hunters are highly sought after and their peers will volunteer in large numbers to aid them on hunts, due to their record of success. Many Nevarran nobles and other wealthy or influential citizens will offer to provide resources to these hunters in order to share in the fame generated by their success.

Elven Elder

The Dalish have their Keepers and under them the First, with one of each for each clan. These elders command great respect, but their resources are limited by those of the clan; in some cases very limited. City elves have similar elders they respect and honor. It is very rare, but not unheard of, for elves of the alienage to advance among the Dalish and vice versa.


The Elf is an elder within an elven alienage or a First under a Dalish Keeper. “Elder” is rarely a codified position, but it carries with it great social weight. Such standing is usually reserved for the aged, but some younger elves of great wisdom or renown may be accorded equal respect. Elven elders lack the hard power of most titled characters, but they wield a great deal of soft power among their close-knit people, who look to them for guidance in running all aspects of their community. By comparison the Dalish have a stricter hierarchy. There is one First per clan, and they serve immediately under the Keeper. Firsts are respected and their clan will usually heed their advice and aid them, though the practical nature of the Dalish and limited resources make unreasonable requests or aid that comes with a high cost hard to come by.


The Elf is an honored elder of an alienage or a Dalish Keeper, one of the wise mages looked to by the Dalish clans to help them regain their lost culture. In both cases, they are responsible for guiding and protecting their people, which may include anywhere from several dozen to several hundred elves. Because of this burden and their formal titles, most Keepers are wholly dedicated to their responsibilities, adventuring only when it is necessary for their clan’s well being. By contrast, honored elders of an alienage have more freedom, but their authority is less codified, which makes organizing large efforts and resources more difficult.

Carta Leader

One has achieved the highest stature available to a casteless dwarf—that of a criminal leader. Through a combination of theft, smuggling, and potentially even murder, they have taken command of enough casteless to wield true clout in the lawless vacuum hidden beneath Orzammar’s regimented society.


As a lieutenant of the Carta, the dwarf oversees operation of one area of the syndicate’s shady business. They likely command some amount of fearful respect among casteless and surface dwarves, but are despised by any “respectable” members of dwarven society.


The character is considered a Carta boss, and commands the loyalty of up to 100 thugs and thieves. They also personally control numerous illicit and front businesses, funneling a percentage of the profits directly to their personal coffers. The constant threat of arrest and assassination makes this a dangerous title to hold, but the money to be found providing the illicit goods that keep the upper castes running make it a lucrative position.

Mercenary Leader

The nature of warfare in Thedas makes the existence of mercenary companies a fact of life. Though fighting for coin will never be seen as noble work, many companies have earned a measure of respect for their competence and bravery.


the captain of a group of soldiers within a larger mercenary force. Such companies usually number up to 100 fighting men and women, and may operate with limited independence in order to secure smaller contracts on behalf of the larger force. Captains may have great freedom to handle their soldiers as they see fit, but most mercenary commanders will check in from time to time to make sure their organization is being well represented.


Whether they were promoted through the ranks of an existing company or founded their own, the commander of a company controls a fighting force of 400+ soldiers as a mercenary commander. The men and women under their command are unlikely to display any great loyalty, though, unless the deal is fair and the money is good. Representatives of various governments may seek the company’s services, but they are unlikely to treat the character with anything more than the barest respect due a competent servant.

Templar Knight

As the martial wing of the Chantry, the templars wield great influence within the realms of Thedas. Whether they are guarding a Chantry or rooting out heresy, the people see the templars as stalwart defenders of the faith, if sometimes a bit overzealous. Officially, the templars only have access to the resources they need to perform their duties; however, some unscrupulous members of the order are not above soliciting “donations” from those under their protection.


A knight-captain is one of the field leaders of the templars, overseeing actual operations of the Chantry’s martial division. Propelled by a strong faith and a talent for leading men in battle, one can rise to this rank. They are granted command over several dozen templars, and likely tasked with overseeing the defense of an area considered important to the Chantry, though some detachments are sent into the countryside to hunt apostates and demons.


The Templar is a templar knight-commander in charge of an area of Chantry interest. Such areas may be geographic, such as bannorns, or administrative, such as each country’s Circle of Magi. They are able to direct a force of several hundred well-trained Templars as they see fit in order to carry out the wishes of their superiors within the Chantry. A knight-commander answers directly to the revered mother of their jurisdiction.


Commanding a whole nation’s templars, the Knight-Vigilant is at the top of their order’s hierarchy. The Knight-Vigilant has immense power over others in their order, able to field large forces of templars for various operations. The Knight-Vigilant answers to the Chantry’s Grand Cleric in the nation where they have their command.

Seeker of Truth

Members of the Andrastian order the Seekers of Truth traditionally answer only to the Divine of the Chantry. A small order tasked with investigation and elimination of threats both inside and outside the Chantry, it also roots out corruption within the templars and Chantry. The Seekers hold authority over the templars, especially in matters pertaining to the investigation of improper conduct and corruption. Most Seekers were once templars themselves, recruited for their loyalty, skill, and devotion to duty. A Seeker may also serve the Chantry as a Knight-Divine, but that is not necessary to belong to the order.


A Seeker is an agent of the Chantry and answers only to the Lord Seeker and the Divine. The seeker has overwhelming authority in their investigations, able to command templars and other Chantry officials in the course of their work. A Seeker can be sent on numerous missions to investigate or eliminate threats to the Chantry. As the order is small, a Seeker has limited manpower at their direct disposal, but can co-opt other Chantry forces if the need is great.


There is only one Lord Seeker, who runs the organization and traditionally reports directly to the Divine. Given the small size of the Seekers of Truth, the Lord Seeker often takes a more active role in operations than leaders in larger organizations, but they will still have important duties which might hinder opportunities for certain types of adventure.

Extracted and compiled from the Dragon Age Tabletop RPG by bloodypenofferelden More to come!


Weekly Pokémon Shuffle Update

  1. Those that log-in will receive a Shiny Mewtwo, 2 Jewels, and 30 Hearts

  2. The Beedrillite and other prizes are now available to qualified players

  3. Shiny Diancie Stage is available until September 5
    Stage Rewards:
    – Level 5: 5 Hears
    – Level 10: 100 coins
    – Level 15: 200 coins
    – Level 20: 400 coins
    – Level 25: 800 coins
    – Level 30: 1,600 coins
    – Level 50: Diancite*
    – Level 60: 3,200 coins
    – Level 70: 1 Mega Speedup
    – Level 80: 1 Exp. Booster M
    – Level 90: 2 Exp. Booster Ls
    – Level 100: 2 Mega Speedup
    – Level 130: 1 Skill Booster S
    – Level 150: 3 Raise Max Levels
    – Level 180: 1 Skill Booster M
    – Level 200: 5 Raise Max Levels
    – Level 250: 1 Skill Booster L
    – Level 300: 3 Levels Ups

    *Those that already have the Mega Stone will get 1 Mega Speedup instead.

  4. Toucannon Stage is available until September 5

In exile 20th May, 1979.




I Most Holy Father.


I am Leon Degrelle and I was the Leader of Belgian Rexism (The “Rexist” Movement) before the Second World War. During the War I was the Commander of the Belgian Volunteers on the Eastern Front, and fought in the 28th Walloon Division of the Waffen S.S. This will certainly not be regarded as a recommendation by everyone. I am, however, a Catholic like you, and I believe that I am thus entitled to write to you as a brother in the faith.

I am concerned by the announcement in the press that during your coming visit to Poland, from 2nd to 12th June 1979, you are going to concelebrate Mass with all the Polish Bishops at the former concentration camp of Auschwitz. Let me say straightaway that I find it very edifying to pray for the dead, whoever they may be and at any place, even in front of the brand-new crematory ovens with their immaculate firebricks.

Even so, I am apprehensive. The fact of being Polish and your adherence to this loyalty ceaselessly reappears in your pontifical behaviour. It is human. You are a patriot who participated very deeply in your youth in a tough bellicose conflict. If old resentments made too strong an impression on you, however, you might be tempted to take part, having now become Pope, in secular quarrels which history has still not sufficiently clarified. What responsibility, for example, did the various belligerents have for the outbreak of the Second World War? What role did certain instigators play? Everyone knows that your Prime Minister, Colonel Beck, was a rather dubious individual. Did he act with the requisite degree of level-headedness in 1939? Did he not reject, with undue arrogance, certain chances of reaching an accommodation in 1939 with the German Government?

And what about later on? Was the War really as it has been described? What were the faults, or even the crimes, of both sides? Have their respective aims always been evaluated objectively? Has not enemy doctrine been misrepresented, either through failing to give it proper consideration, or deliberately because propaganda demanded it? Were not plans attributed to the enemy, and acts assumed to have taken place, whose real existence has never been substantiated?

The Church has always been much better informed than anyone else. For two thousand years, however, it has had a policy of circumspection, and it has always avoided taking up precipitous positions.

It has only ever set out to judge from evidence, and to do so in a calm manner, when time has sorted out the rages and the passions, and the wheat from the tares.

In particular, it was conspicuous for extreme restraint during the Second World War. It was carefully guarded not to peddle the lunatic speculations prevalent at the time. When you are on your native soil, Most Holy Father, and particularly at Auschwitz -where you may perhaps be recaptivated by certain incomplete and partisan mental visions of the past - are you simply going to pray … ?

I fear above all that your prayers, and even simply your presence in such places, may be immediately diverted from their profound significance and used as a smoke-screen by unscrupulous propagandists, who will employ them to relaunch hate campaigns under your cover. These campaigns are based on lies and have poisoned the whole subject of Auschwitz for more than a quarter of a century.

Yes, I mean lies. The legend of the massive exterminations at Auschwitz exploited the collective psychosis which, owing to uncontrolled gossip, had unhinged numerous World War Two internees. Since 1945 the whole world has been assailed by this legend. Hundreds of lies have been repeated in thousands of books in an increasingly virulent rage. They are reproduced in full colour in apocalyptic films, which are outrageous in the way they flay not only truth and probability, but commonsense, the most elementary arithmetic, and the facts themselves.

I have been told, Most Holy Father, that you were in the Resistance during the Second World War, with all the physical risks eniailed in a form of warfare contrary to International Law. Some add that you were interned at Auschwitz. Like so many others you left it, since here you are Pope: a Pope who, from all the evidence, did not smell too much Zyklon B gas! Having been on the spot, Your Holiness must know better than anyone else that the mass gassings of millions of people never took place. Sectarian propagandists hark back so much to these great collective massacres, but did you - as a prime witness - personally see just one being carried out … ?

People certainly suffered at Auschwitz, but others have suffered too. All wars are cruel. Hundreds of thousands of women and children were horribly carbonised on the direct orders of the Allied Heads of State. At least as many ‘bought it’ at Dresden or Hamburg, at Hiroshima or Nagasaki, as suffered or sometimes died in the concentration camps of the Third Reich. (Of the internees, 25 per cent were political or members of the Resistance, and 75 per cent were conscientious objectors, sexual perverts or common criminals.)

Exhaustion used to eat them up. The collapse of morale would eliminate the weaker souls. The cruelties of some guards, which are inevitable in any prison system, further added to the bitterness of the loss of individual privacy from having so many people crowded together. Some of these guards were Germans, but more often than not they were non-Germans: 'Kapos’ and other internees who had become the torturers of their companions. There must also have been some depraved individuals who originated, in one camp or another, novel ways of killing people, tortures, monstrous whims, and summary murders.

Despite all the above, the Calvary of the majority of the exiles would have come to an end in the joy of the long-awaited day of the return to peace, had not the catastrophe of epidemics such as typhus, which killed many thousands, befallen them during the last weeks. These epidemics were infinitely increased by the incredible bombings which severed the railway-lines and roads, and sent boats loaded with refugees straight to the bottom, as at Lübeck. These raids annihilated the electric networks, the waterpipes and the reservoirs, cut off all revictualling, imposed famine everywhere, and rendered all transport of evacuees appalling.

Two-thirds of the internees who died during the Second World War perished at this time, victims of typhus, dysentery, starvation, and of the interminable delays in the pulverised channels of communication. This is established by the official figures. At Dachau, for example, following the same statistics of the International Committee, 54 internees died in January 1944 and 101 in February 1944. In 1945, however, 2,888 died in January and 3,977 in February! Of the total of 25,613 internees who died in this camp in 1940, 1941, 1942, 1943, 1944 and 1945, 19,296 perished during the last seven months of hostilities! At that time the aerial terrorism of the Allies n longer even served a military purpose, since Allied victory had In assured from the beginning of 1945. It no longer required this last dreadful pulping in any way.

Without the savage folly of these blind poundings, thousands of internees would have survived, instead of being converted into macabre exhibits in April and May 1945. Swarms of press and film carrion-beetles bustled about these exhibits greedy for photos and films. These were taken at sensational angles and were of an assured commercial yield. They still went to the trouble later on of retouching, superimposing, distorting and faking these visual documents in order to add finishing touches to the horror, which produced even more hatred.

The information 'artists’ could just as easily have taken miles of similar film of the bodies of German women and children, except that they were a hundred times more numerous. They had died in exactly the same way: from hunger and from cold, or machine-gunned on the same frozen flat-waggons and on the same blood-stained roads. But as with the photos of the immense extermination of German towns which had buried six hundred thousand bodies, care was taken not to make such pictures known! They might have caused disquiet and, above all, prevented hatred … The truth is that in 1945 typhus, dysentery, hunger, and the numberless blastings of an unchecked airforce, hit foreign internees and the civilians of the Third Reich indiscriminately.

They were both matched by abominations of a type resembling those at the End of the World.

As for the rest, Most Holy Father, the assertions about an explicit plan for genocide, and in particular, the alleged entombing of millions of Jews in phantom ZyMon B gas chambers* at Auschwitz, have been hurled and hurled again in an incredible din for so many years. They do not, however, stand up to the slightest serious scientific examination. In thirty years not a single document has been able to furnish the slightest official proof.

It is ridiculous to imagine, and above all to pretend, that 24,000 people could have been gassed at Auschwitz each day - in batches of 3,000 at a time - in a room of 400 cubic metres. Still less could this have happened, in batches of 700 or 800, in buildings with a floor space of 25 square metres and a height of 1.9 metres, as has been claimed with regard to Beizec. Twenty-five square metres is equivalent to the floor space of a bedroom! Would you succeed, Most Holy Father, in putting 700 or 800 people in your bedroom?

Seven hundred to 800 people on 25 square metres works out at 30 people to the square metre. A square metre 1.9 metres high is the size of a telephone box! Can you picture, Your Holiness, thirty people piling into a telephone box in St. Peter’s Square or at the Great Seminary of Warsaw? Or on a simple shower stand?

If the miracle of thirty human bodies planted like asparagus in the goldfish bowl of a telephone-box, or the one of the 800 people crowded around your camp-bed, had ever been realised, a second miracle would have immediately been indispensable. Otherwise the 3,000 people - the equivalent of two regiments -crammed together so fantastically in the Auschwitz chamber, or the 700 to 800 people piled up at Belzec (on account of having 30 occupants to the square metre), would have perished almost immediately as they would have been asphyxiated by the lack of oxygen!

There would not even have been any need for gas! Before one had finished piling up the last arrivals, bolting the doors and dropping the gas into the room, most would have already stopped breathing! ZyMon B would reach only corpses. (This gas was supposedly either dropped into the room through slits,, through holes, by chimney, in the form of hot air, in a vapour, or was discharged along the ground: you can take your pick)

As anyone interested in science can find out, this Zyklon B was, in any case, inflammable, adhesive and dangerous to use. A twenty-one hour wait would consequently have been necessary, even indispenclable, before the first corpse was pulled out of the wondrous chamber.

*Editor’s Note: Had the German authorities planned such a method of extermination, they undoubtedly would have used a non-toxic gas such as nitrogen to asphyxiate them.


As has been related to us with great pleasure and a thousand spicy details, one would then have been able to extract all the gold teeth and all the filled teeth, the latter being prudent hiding-places for diamonds! This would supposedly have been done to each batch of 6,000 rigid jaws (3,000 people) which

death had drawn together, and to 48,000 jaws each day - if one believes the official figure of 24,000 gassed everyday in Auschwitz alone!

As holy as you are, Most Holy Father, you must be more or less resigned to enduring the dentist sometimes. Have you ever had a tooth extracted? Or two teeth? When this occurs one is on best terms with the dentist who is operating. He has potent mirrors trained on the jaws, ideal instruments, and a patient who consents to his injunctions. Now how long does an extraction take under these optimal conditions? A quarter of an hour? Half an hour?

According to the legend the foul corpses at Auschwitz were lying on the ground and it was necessary to distend the hardened jaws which was done with much difficulty, relax them, and then open them wide, all with necessarily primitive instruments. According to the official figures there were only eight operatives to skim the cement without lighting, and thus scrutinise not just one bad spot in the teeth, but the two entire jaws. They then had to extract, dissect and empty the teeth - all in less time than a perfectly equipped specialist …

Would His Holiness please take a pencil? At a quarter of an hour per jaw, and with eight desperate drawers engaged on the dissection, that makes 16 bodies dealt with an hour, and 160 in a working day of 10 hours without a minute’s rest! Even if one was a stakhanovite of dentistry and one doubled the rate of extractions which is in any case physically impossible, that would make 320! Well then, Most Holy Father, what about the batches of 3,000 Jews in one go? And what about the days when 24,000 were gassed by Zyclon B? That meant 48,000 jaws to deal with and more than 760,000 teeth to scrutinise daily. Simply confining oneself to the 6,000,000 dead Jews which propaganda ceaselessly repeats to us over and over again (some have doubled or tripled the figure), these drawers would still have been in full operation for years after the War! These extractions, and these alone, with ten hours of uninterrupted labour, would have taken up 1,875 working days of the whole team!

But these extractions were only a preliminary formality. It ar)pears that it was also necessarv to crop millions of heads of hair. Then, according to what all the 'historians’ of Auschwitz affirm ex cathedra, all the anuses and wombs were next examined, before the bodies were passed to the ovens. This was in order to retrieve the diamonds and -pieces of jewellery-, which might have been in the depths of these anuses and wombs to filch! Can you imagine it, Most Holy Father? Six million anuses and three or four million wombs to scour from top to bottom, when it has been explained to us that at the end of the massive gassings, the bodies were streaming with excrement, menstrual blood and dressings! The fingersand handsof the operatives would have had to grope in these foul organs in order to locate the hidden diamonds, take them out sticky, wash them, and wash themselves, 24,000 times a day for the anuses and 15 to 20,000 times a day for the wombs! It is absolutely mad! The whole business is crazy! And we have not mentioned the complementary activities: the manufacture of fertilizer and cakes of soap which certain people, like the raving Professor Poliakov, have noted without flinching!

These gassings, croppings, extractions and organ scourings were supposedly repeated on 6,000,000 Jews, or on 7,000,000, or - according to Father Riquet - on 15 million, or - according to the Larousse Dictionary - on 20 million (more than the number of Jews in the whole world)! If it was necessary to accept the official’ claims of the manipulators of the 'history’ of Auschwitz as correct, these operations would still be continuing! You could still hold your nose near the gas chambers, Most Holy Father, and still perspire from the heat of the Auschwitz ovens during your concelebrated mass!

If the number of real and natural deaths at Auschwitz had been multiplied by ten or twenty, the swindle could have maintained a certain aspect of verisimilitude. But as for the gassings of 700 or 800 people per bedroom, too much lying ends up looking grotesque. Only the unfathomable and unimaginable stupidity of fools can explain how so much nonsense could be invented, related, proclaimed with great trumpet blasts, filmed in an extraordinary barrage, and believed.* I believe,“ some individual bravely declares about the Holocaust, "everything I’ve been told!”

What an exemplary admission!

When the Mass is concelebrated at Auschwitz all hearts will be gripped by love of God and man, and will participate in a renewal of the Sacrifice. How can one imagine for a minute, Most Holy Father, that a priest, a Pope, could seem to screen waves of such stupid hatred and such extravagant lies under his

pallium, at the very moment he elevated the chalice to heaven? Such hatred and lies are the complete opposite of the touching teaching of Christ! No! Certainly not! It is just not possible!

A hundred paces from Auschwitz’s fake gas chamber, your message can only be one of charity, fraternity, and equally, one of truth, without which all doctrine collapses. You are going to Auschwitz in order to be moved and to contemplate at one of the high-places of human suffering. The causes of that suffering and those responsible will be determined objectively with time by a serene History. They will not be determined by resorting to forced confessions or the digressions of false witnesses.

*Editor’s Note: And what of the enormous amount of energy required to reduce six million bodies to dust after gassing?


The Pope is above these affrays. He is close to the souls who have suffered, and who, by suffering, have risen spiritually, for there is no purgatory, Calvary or death, which cannot become sublime.

Sacrifice, physical and mental suffering, and anguish, have caused great flourishings of the soul to spring up in lives which might normally have remained mediocre. This happened everywhere: on the battlefields of the Second World War, where so many soldiers fell after immense sufferings, as much as in the work camps where numerous people died, victims of conflicts which overtook and crushed them. Such was the case at Auschwitz, and such was the case on the Eastern Front throughout the years of struggle and sacrifice by millions of young Europeans who, from 1941 to 1945, faced the Communist onslaught.

Atrocities have certainly been committed throughout the entire history of man. Auschwitz, at any rate, was not the first and it will not be the last. We are seeing that only too well at the moment, when so many clefenceless women and children are being massacred in the Palestinian camps. They are being reduced to pulp by the Israeli airforce which is making the Law of Retaliation rebound on to innocent people, in whose memory, unfortunately, a concelebrated mass will probably never be sung … Powerful people have abused their power hundreds of times. Nations have lost their heads. Not just one in particular, but all of them. Alongside millions of pure and unselfish hearts who offered their youth to an ideal, Germany has had, like everyone else, its share of detestable beings guilty of inadmissable violence. But what country has not?

Did not the France of the French Revolution invent the Terror, the guillotine and the executions by drowning in the Loire? Napoleon did not intern people, but did he not forcibly enlist hundreds of thousands of civilians from occupied countries, who were sent to die for his glory? There were 51,000 just from Belgium! That is to say more Belgians than perished during the First World War, or in the concentration camps of the Third Reich!

Nearer our own time, in 1944 and 1945, did not a certain cle Gaulle preside over the massacre of tens of thousands of opponents who had been dubbed “collaborators”? More recently still, in Indochina and Algeria, did not France cram hundreds of thousands of people into extremely tough concentration camps, where sadists were not lacking? Did not these people include not only the rebellious and those who refused to submit, but hostages, and ordinary civilians rounded up in large numbers? A French general even made a public eulogy of torture.

And what about Britain, with its bombardments of unfortified cities like Copenhagen, its execution of Sepoys tied to the mouths of cannons, its crushing of the Boers, and its Transvaal concen- tration camps, where thousands of women and children perished in indescribable misery? And what of Churchill unleashing his abominable terror bombings on the civilian population of the Reich, which burnt them in their cellar annihilated about two hundred thousand with phosphorous, and women and children in one night in the gigantic crematory of Dresden? I use the word 11 about" because only an approximate estimate could be made by calculating the weight of the ashes!

And what about the United States? Did it not rise in power thanks to the frightful slavery of millions of Blacks, who were branded like animals, and thanks to the almost complete extermination of the Red Indians, who had been the original owners of the coveted territory? Was it not the dispenser of the atomic bomb in 1945? Even yesterday, did it not number undoubted torturers amongst its troops in Vietnam?

And we have not even dwelt on the tens of millions of victims of the tyranny of the USSR, or on its present day gu lags. I strongly fear that no one will breathe a word about them at the time of your next visit to the “restored” Auschwitz camp, which has itself been void of occupants for decades!

No one will deny that life at Auschwitz was hard and sometimes very cruel. In the camps of the victors of 1945, however, the sadists and the torturers had quickly come to blossom in equal numbers. They did so, moreover, with less excuse, if one accepts that a world war is capable of providing excuses .

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I would not like to spoil, Most Holy Father, the pleasure which you are going to have in rediscovering your country. Even so, I must point out the following! You have been keen to demonstrate the moral elevation of your valiant native land to best advantage by glorifying its admirable patron, Saint Stanislas. Has not your native land, however, also known times of crime and baseness? When you come to tread the Polish soil of Auschwitz, which is so evocative of the last Jewish tragedy, would it be improper - if one wanted to be fair - to recall innumerable other Jews who were earlier put to death in horrible pogroms, which occurred right across your country for centuries? These Jews were tortured, had their throats slit, and were hanged by your fellowcountrymen. Though Catholics, they have not always been any the more angelic!.

I can still hear the Apostolic Nuncio at Brussels telling me, at his excellent table, how the Polish peasants used to crucify Jews on the doors of their barns. He had previously been Nuncio at Warsaw, and was to be the future Cardinal Micara.

“Those Jew pigs!” the unctuous prelate would exclaim, in a spirit which hardly reflected the gospels. Believe me, these words were spoken just like that.

Was the Church itself, Most Holy Father, always so tender? Even in the mid-eighteenth century it still used to burn Jews with great pomp and ceremony, especially right in the middle of the town of Madrid. The Church, however, used to burn them alive! The Inquisition was not a sheep-fold. The massacres of the 10. Albigenses were perpetrated under the aegis of St. Thomas Aquinas. The massacre of St. Batholomew’s Eve was the joy and heart’s delight of the Pope, your predecessor, who rose in the dead of night to celebrate this happy event with an enthusiastic Te Deum. He even arranged to commemorate it by striking a medal! And what about the 30,000 so-called witches, who were burnt at the stake throughout Christendom? Even in the last century the Papacy was still enforcing the ghetto at Rome.

Essentially, Most Holy Father, we are worth very little, be we Pope or Ayatollah, Parisians or Prussians, Soviets or New Yorkers. There is nothing to glory in unduly! We have all been, in our bad moments, as savage as one another. The fact that we are all on a par does not justify anything or anybody, but it does nevertheless oblige us not to hand out excommunications or absolutions with too much impetuosity or 'benevolence’.

Human savagery will only be driven back by answering hatred with fraternity. Hate disarms itself, as everything disarms itself, but not by being endlessly served up again with ever sharper sauces, nor by being exacerbated, as in the case of Auschwitz, with a lot of lunatic exaggerations, lies, and false “confessions”. The latter have been stacked with screaming contradictions, and were extracted by torture and terror in both Soviet and American gaols. In the Hideous era of Nuremberg* they were just the same.

Some people might have thought that the freebooters of the concentration camp exhibitionism and the forgers who have turned the —SixMillion Jews" into the most remunerative financial swindle of the century, were at last going to put an end to this exploitation.

An imposing religious ceremony, however, is going to unfurl itself in your presence, amid the fake set on Auschwitz’s stage. Thanks to all its pomp a strong attempt is going to be made, by means of a gigantic barrage from television and the press, to turn you into an unquestioned endorser for cheques of hatred. Your name is worth its weight in gold to all these gangsters. As if the first Holocaust was not enough, the whole world is going to be left a Holocaust No. 2. It will not cost a thousand million dollars this time, since Your Holiness will have furnished brazen producers with the most sumptuous of extras for absolutely nothing!

Whatever its circulation and impact amongst the dupes may have been, Holocaust No. 1 was nothing but a gigantic Hollywood racket of rare vulgarity. It was above all aimed at emptying the pockets of hundreds of millions of ill-informed viewers. Its damage could only be temporary, however, for one would soon have been forced to note the farcical nature of its extravagances. They would not stand up to the conscientious examination of an historian.

On the other hand, Most Holy Father, this Holocaust of yours will be produced with great ceremony at Auschwitz itself. This will be done by a Pope present in the flesh and blood, dressed in all his pontifical majesty, and annointed with truthfulness. In the eyes of a Christendom hoaxed by sacrilegious manipulators, this Holocaust No. 2 with a Pope facing a sacred altar strongly runs the risk of appearing to be a quasi-divine confirmation of all the propaganda hatched by hatemongers and usurers. This will be especially so at the time of the Sacrifice.

Your evocation of the War in front of the Polish tombs at Monte Casino has already disturbed many of the faithful. If one is to believe what the press said at the time, you appear to have retained only certain fragmentary and partisan aspects of it. Your ostentatious appearance at Auschwitz, Most Holy Father, can only disturb even more of them, for there is no doubt that you are going to be 'taken for a ride’ as the popular saying goes. It is obvious.

This religious ceremony, certainly at the moment of the concelebration, may seem to your mind to be purely an appeal for the reconciliation of men to replace, at last, men’s hatred. The freebooters of the press and screen, however, have firmly,decided to make you dive, mitre first and in your brand-new white cassock, into this yawning trap of Auschwitz.

“Homo homini lupus, ” say the sectarians.

“Homo homini frater,” says every Christian who is not a hypocrite. We are all brothers: the internee suffering behind his barbed-wire and the haggard soldier on edge behind his sub-machine gun. All of us who survived till 1945 must pardon and must love: you the persecuted person who has become Pope, I the warrior who has become persecuted, and the millions of human beings who all lived through the immense tragedy of the Second World War, with our ideals, our Man, our weaknesses and our faults. Life does not have any other meaning. God does not have any other meaning.

Well, what else matters in the end?

In spite of the spiritual imprudences that may be involved with a Pope taking positions in unsettled historical debates, and in spite of the hate-filled fanatics who will exploit the dramatic nature of your epic without delay I will - from the remoteness of my distant exile - add my devotion to you on the day you celebrate your Mass at Auschwitz.

I am, Most Holy Father, filially yours. Léon Degrelle.

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33 Teen Wolf Recs: fantastical creature!Stiles

This is an update of my creature feature rec list, which stars Stiles in variations incarnations - as an incubus, a were-wallaby, a tentacle alien and so on (and sometimes just as your mundane garden-variety werewolf). My personal favorites are marked with heart symbols. It’s part of my personal policy not to rec M-rated or E-rated stories in which one of the protagonists is under eighteen, so that’s what you’re not gonna get here. Previously the list was limited to Sterek, but I’m also including Steter and Sciles now.

Did I miss stories? Let me know!

The Sundering Kiss
Author: trilliath
Pairing: Sterek
Rating: E
Length: 92 000
Summary: Stiles is a young adult incubus who has made his way to New York City. After his first makeout session ended in death, he left Beacon Hills to try and understand what he was and protect the people he cared about. But being his father’s son, in name if not by birth, he’s never been able to accept the idea of killing innocent humans to feed himself. So in order to survive and keep his morals both, he travels across the country feeding on sexual predators. […]
Comment: This story is one of my fandom-wide faves. The prose is gorgeous, and the narrative includes so many of my favourite things that it feels almost custom-tailored for me. Stiles as an incubus? Fantastic. The film noir vibe? So down for that. The wonderful portrayal of New York? Hmmm yes. Intriguing and original world-buidling? Nnnnf!
Also, I have rarely come across a story in which the main characters were involved in such an intricate dance of “will they, won’t they"…The ebb and flow of them coming closer and drifting apart, of being predator and prey, is just elegantly executed. The author excels in creating strong characters that the reader cares about and then, cruelly, setting them on opposing paths. I loved the psychological complexity. There’s no shortage of dark themes – specifically, rape and consent issues are addressed a lot – but if you don’t mind that, you won’t regret reading this story.

A (Sort of) Fairytale
Author: briecheesie
Pairing: Sterek
Rating: M
Length: 25 800
Summary: The summer after senior year starts normally enough, with the gang spending their final months before college together at the Martin family’s lake house. Then Jackson stumbles onto the burial ground of a witch’s ex-husband, Stiles is magically turned into a fox, and things somehow manage to get worse from there. The gratuitous Princess Bride references are only of moderate help.
Comment: Perfectly sweet and angsty - an unhurried tale of Stiles and Derek getting closer and finding comfort in each other. I would have preferred if Stiles hadn’t been capable of human speech, but that’s just my personal preference. The pictures that go along with the story are gorgeous as well.

Keep It Together
Author: ravingrevolution
Pairing: Sterek
Rating: T
Length: 23 100
Summary: “What if I guess what you are?” Derek asked. Stiles sighed. “Why do you even think there’s something to guess?” Derek cocked an eyebrow at him. “You’re taking a cold bath and showing no signs of being chilled. A normal human would be shivering by now and your body temperature hasn’t dropped at all.” Which, okay, fair point.
Comment: This story is just amazing! I liked the subtle, all around realistic characterizations (Peter’s might be one of my favorites!), the angstiness, the bond between Stiles and Derek that steadily becomes more apparent… This story will leave any reader with warm and fuzzy feelings. It’s more pre-slash than overt slash, but that shouldn’t deter anyone.

they call kids like us vicious and carved out of stone
Author: standinginanicedress
Pairing: Sterek
Rating: M
Length: 20 500
Summary: “Since you’re so sure, what’s the proof that you have that he’s not a vampire?”
Feeling like he’s the only sane person left on planet earth, Derek rolls his eyes heavenward. “First of all, there’s not a mound of dust sitting where he used to be -” he gestures upwards towards the sun like behold, the light, and Scott’s jaw tics, “and second of all, he’s never done anything even remotely suspicious.” […]

Comment: Scott has the paranoid notion that their next-door neighbor is a vampire, and sure, the guy has some weird habits… but who hasn’t, right? Or in other words, Derek starts to obsess about his neighbor - and not exactly in a good way.
This story is the perfect Halloween fic! The atmosphere becomes increasingly darker and creepier as Derek harbors more and more doubts and struggles to uncover the truth. As usual the author’s writing style is dynamic, funny, and flows very naturally, but that doesn’t mean that the more depressing aspects of the vampiric condition are glossed over. (Because damn, it’s really not that alluring if you think about it…) I especially loved the world-building here, since I’m a fan of AUs where supernatural creatures are known. The shipping aspect is quite subdued, but that’s absolutely fine!

Author: Aravis
Pairing: Sterek
Rating: E
Length: 19 400
Summary: Allison meets a strange deer in the forest. Derek may have found someone who can match his level of bullshit. Stiles is running from a murderer. Pack-feels and cross-species bonding.
Comment: This is the sort of AU that sounds crazy on paper – I mean, Stiles as a were-deer? But oh, does it work. The author pulls off the premise flawlessly! Stiles finds an unlikely shelter in the wolf’s den, but is skittish and slow to trust his new lupine acquaintances. But the hunter that he believes on his trail is more of a monster than any shapeshifter…

better than stars or water
Author: llassah
Pairing: Sciles
Rating: T
Length: 14 500
Summary: Stiles smells like the forest, like the sun on the leaves, and his skin is warm and smooth under Scott’s hands, heart jumping rabbit-fast. He seems like prey, but darts out of the way easily when he chooses to. His wings feel warm and alive when Scott’s hands brush against them, and he shivers when they’re touched. It starts feeling less like play, starts feeling softer. Like it’s something sacred. He feels as though he has a hollow space inside him, a space he’s making just for Stiles. […]
Comment: A beautiful Scott-centric story in which Scott reacquaints himself with a long lost friend and the events of the first season unfold differently.

The Weathered Shell
Author: trilliath
Pairing: Sterek
Rating: E
Length: 14 400
Summary: The young man is standing with an arm casually thrown up to lean against the door frame, displaying his bare torso to advantage, his powerful swimmer’s shoulders and lean body pale with moonlight. His cocky grin, however, is fading quickly into a look of shock and confusion. Other than a pelt shaped into a sloppy kilt, his legs are bare too, despite the chill winds coming in off the ocean. […]
Comment: A gorgeously written exploration of sexuality. Stiles is a Selkie in this fic and unwittingly embarks on a journey of self-discovery.

best case scenario
Author: verity
Pairing: Sterek
Rating: T
Length: 13 200
Summary: The fourth time Stiles breaks the fridge, Dad is less sympathetic. “Stiles,” he says as Stiles holds the door steady for him to screw it back onto the chassis—there’s new hardware involved this time, and not a little duct tape— “I thought this werewolf thing was going to help.” “Yeah, with the dementia,” Stiles says.
Comment: God, this story. Brilliantly written – so evocative, so effective – and spot on with each characterization. I loved to see Stiles struggling with his transition into werewolfdom, loved his vulnerability after the nogitsune episode, the way he struggled to regain his footing. He’s written in a very human way, and I don’t think I’ve ever read an equally impressive account of a werewolf transition. He’s changed on so many levels, and the reader gets it.

No Oceans Left
Author: zoemathemata
Pairing: Sterek
Rating: T
Length: 14 200
Summary: Stiles has always been a merman. He just never knew how to tell anyone. He hasn’t shifted since his mom died.
Comment: Pre-slash. I especially liked the Stilinski family feels here, i.e. Stiles coming clean about that all that has been happening and the sheriff trying to cope with that.

Deputy Derek Hale, Alpha
Author: eldee
Pairing: Sterek
Rating: E
Length: 12 700
Summary: Deputy Derek Hale has recently become an alpha, and that changes things for him. Now that he’s back after a leave of absence, he’s hoping to get what he and Stiles had almost-started back on track. The thing is, it seems Stiles is going through some changes of his own and Derek’s not sure how he fits.
Comment: AU in which it is common knowledge that supernatural creatures exist (to the point of them having a Supernatural Awareness Week). I have such a soft spot for these sort of AUs – plus Derek and Stiles are just adorable.

Ad Astra Per Tentaculum
Author: morganoconner
Pairing: Sterek
Rating: E
Length: 12 000
Summary: Space contains a multitude of different species, and Derek has seen and helped a lot of them in his time taking down branches of the slave-trade organization. But this is the first time he’s seen an Aloshrivnik. It’s not the tentacles that draw him in; it’s the goddamn eyes that stare at him without backing down. "Stiles,” it says to him. “My name is Stiles.”
Comment: It is a truth universally acknowledged that a fandom in possession of enough writers will have a stash of tentacle fics somewhere. This story was much more serious and compelling than I expected. It’s beautiful how the unlikely relationship between Derek and Stiles unfurls, and their connection felt very genuine and sweet.

Back to Beacon Hills
Author: surrenderdammit
Pairing: Sterek
Rating: E
Length: 10 500
Summary: Stiles is a born werefox, returning to Beacon Hills with the hopes of starting over and finding some sort of home again. Maybe he can finally stay in one place long enough for his scent to catch.
Comment: Runaway!Stiles finally finds a home? Be still my heart.

Your Heart on Your Sleeve
Author: cywscross
Pairing: Steter
Rating: T
Length: 9200
Summary: Stiles is an empath, and it’s just his luck that he’s surrounded by broken people. Then again, it’s not like he has any room to talk either. Surprisingly enough, Peter helps, something neither of them realizes for a good long while.
Comment: This is one of my all-time favorite Steter stories – and in fact the one that fully drew me into this pairing. I reread this story regularly, and it’s always as engaging as the first time I read it, which I think is the mark of a true classic. This is a comparatively gentle version of Steter, but both still come across as very much IC.

snow day
Author: kellifer_fic
Pairing: Sterek
Rating: T
Length: 8300
Summary: “It’s not a big deal. It just happens when I’m… cold,” Stiles offers, scratching gingerly at his head with a claw and then grimacing at it like it’s betraying him. “Are you serious?” “Hey, who are you to judge, wolfman?”
Comment: This is one of those stories that by all means should be crack but after two sentences you forget all about that.

one raven sorrow
Author: grimm
Pairing: Sterek
Rating: E
Length: 7800
Summary: Sometime before true darkness settles in, his attention is caught by someone walking along the gravestones, feet crunching over the thin cover of snow. This man is taller than the other, dressed all over in dark clothes, his face grim as the graves around him. Again, he is hit by warmth, but this warmth is almost painful, fiery. He remembers hands gripping at his skin, hot, burning, a low voice mumbling you feel amazing, fuck, fuck. He watches the man crouch in front of a grave and curiosity pulls him from the tree to land on top of the headstone. The man’s head jerks up, an angry noise rattling between his teeth, and he swipes an arm at him, forcing him to flutter back with an angry squawking “Hey!” […]
Comment: Raven!Stiles. This story ripped my heart out and then stomped on it. Seriously, pack tissues.

I Want to Love You Like the Sun Loves You
Author: halfhardtorock
Rating: E
Length: 5300
Summary: From an anon: “Ok, but now that I read your lovely Hobrien touch!starved pornlet and the sheriff/incubus one, all I can think of is touch!starved!Derek/incubus!Stiles. Damn you. *shakes fist* *weeps*”
Comment: An incubus AU! Stiles’ powers and weaknesses are fascinatingly portrayed and I was immediately fond of him as a character – his whirlwind energy, his badly concealed anger and longing…he is something of a force of nature, to put it mildly. Derek and Stiles form a volatile, explosive combination and the resulting sex is frenzied and hot (with the added bonus of an exhibitionistic touch!). This story also explores the reputation and standing of incubi in the larger supernatural society (you know, fantastical racism) and I appreciated that additional layer.

The Moon and the Tide Series: Shiny Things and Squids are to Llamas
Author: trilliath
Pairing: Sterek
Rating: T
Length: 5000
Summary: Derek is a misfit were who prefers the solace of the beach to the clamor of his pack and reminders of his failures. Stiles is a curious merman whose interest in the unknown is definitely going to get him into trouble. Meeting each other was not something either of them expected.
Comment: Oddly charming and charmingly odd!

This Is Home
Author: raisesomehale
Pairing: Sterek
Rating: T
Length: 4500
Summary: Other than being a werefox with a werekit for a son, Stiles’ life is relatively normal. He’s a single parent, owns a modest sized home, and has a variety of kid-friendly meal recipes tucked neatly under his belt. It might be just him and Nate, but they have it in the bag. Nothing is missing from their lives. That is, until Nate befriends a girl named Sadie Hale on his first day of kindergarten. Then everything changes.
Comment: Yes to hot single dads, yes to domestic fluff, yes all the way.

Sun Kissed
Author: morganoconner
Pairing: Sterek
Rating: M
Length: 4000
Summary: Stiles hasn’t seen the sun in three years. Derek is determined to give it back to him.
Comment: Lovely.

Down the Rabbit Hole
Author: KuriKuri
Pairing: Sterek
Rating: G
Length: 4000
Summary: His hind paw catches on a rock and he goes down, crashing onto his stomach, the wind abruptly forced from his lungs. He tries to scramble to his feet – paws, whatever – but he can already sense a large figure hovering over him, trapping him in. He makes a break for it anyway, though, desperately trying to escape, but a large muzzle with rows of sharp teeth is already descending on him […].
Comment: Not gonna lie, the author had me at wererabbit.

Alpha Mine
Author: cywscross
Pairing: Steter
Rating: n/a
Length: 3700
Summary: Stiles says yes. And then his Alpha goes and dies on him.
Comment: What if Stiles had said yes when Peter offered him the bite? Well. Everything would have gotten a lot more complicated and a good deal easier.

it’s in the water baby (it’s between you and me)
Author: callunavulgari
Pairing: Sterek
Rating: T
Length: 3300
Summary: “I can’t go around biting everyone, Stiles,” Scott explains apologetically the day that Stiles’ old babysitter comes down with the virus. “I just can’t.” “But you could save people,” he insists, angry, because it’s just started seeping in that there’s nothing that Stiles can do about this. […]
Comment: Love in the time of cholera. When everything goes to hell (even more than usual), Derek is not prepared to take any chances.

Fathoms Below
Author: Saucery
Pairing: Sterek
Rating: T
Length: 3200
Summary: An absolutely shameless fusion with The Little Mermaid. Shh, just come.
Comment: Stiles is a hyperactive, good-hearted merprince and Derek is the idiot who puts his foot in his mouth everytime.

A Little Fur Goes A Long Way
Author: janonny
Pairing: Sterek
Rating: G
Length: 2600
Summary: Stiles faces Derek’s Very Bad Day head on.
Comment: H/c. Stiles is a werefox and tries to cheer up a depressed Derek.

All Times Are Now
Author: 1001cranes
Pairing: Steter
Rating: n/a
Length: 2600
Summary: Stiles looks sixteen on his good days and twenty on the worse ones - lowered eyes and pinched features, missing the sea like a limb, or a lover, and he has to remind himself his lover is here. Standing beside him on two legs. Or, the one where Stiles is a Selkie and Peter has his skin.
Comment: Hauntingly beautiful and painful in all the best ways. This fic comes close to violating my rule about the protagonists not being under eighteen, but in this case Stiles seems sixteen, but is actually much older.

give the devil his due (WiP)
Author: cywscross
Pairing: Steter
Rating: T
Length: 2500
Summary: Peter accidentally summons a demon. Most people would be terrified. Peter is not most people, so it’s probably rather fortunate that Stiles is not most demons either.
Comment: A very promising beginning! (And I say that as someone who’s usually not enamored with demon AUs).

Author: Tears_0f_ink
Pairing: gen, Sterek (pre-slash)
Rating: n/a
Length: 2500
Summary: Werefox!Stiles
Comment: My love for this story is inversely proportional to its length. It’s more gen than anything else, but something about it is truly special and stayed with me.

A Cliché Love Story
Author: cywscross
Pairing: Steter
Rating: n/a
Length: 2500
Summary: Cora is more or less comatose, Peter is crashing from an Epinephrine high, and no one else is around to save the day. What else is Stiles supposed to do?
Comment: I have such a soft spot for vampire!Stiles.

Hop Like Hell
Author: fuchs
Pairing: Sterek
Rating: G
Length: 2200
Summary: “Oi rack off!” Everyone seemed to pause in unison and Derek and Erica shot Stiles matching sets of condescending eyebrows.[…]
Comment: Crazy on paper, brilliant on screen.

Trampolines are Distracting
Author: kungfunurse
Pairing: Sterek
Rating: n/a
Length: 1400
Summary: What it says on the tin.
Comment: Cute!

Author: Original_Cypher
Pairing: Sterek
Rating: T
Length: 1300
Summary: At times, it’s like feeling the air shift against his bare skin. Fleeting, barely there. Sometimes, it’s as real and tingling as knowing someone’s staring into the back of your head. It’s part his new and improved werewolf senses, but it’s one Derek didn’t warn him about. Scott never mentioned anything like this, either.
Comment: As a freshly bitten werewolf, Stiles tests out limits he didn’t know existed.

a favourable answer
Author: 1001cranes
Pairing: Sterek, Steter
Rating: n/a
Length: 900
Summary: Peter/Stiles/Derek where Stiles is the bamf, sly teenage alpha who keeps in line his hot-tempered top betas wile he may or may not be using seduction and sexual frustration as a way to channel Peter’s and Derek’s… spare energy. For the pack’s good of course.
Comment: This is a version of alpha werewolf!Stiles I can fully get behind. Yassss!


(Zionist occupation forces kidnapping a 12-year-old Palestinian child in occupied Jerusalem today.)

Zionist occupation forces kidnapped only last month 800 Palestinian children, killed 25 children during the last two months…Killed 530 children last year, ITS a Declared Zionist occupation war against Palestinian children, 17 December 2015.


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