I’d briefly posted this as an addition to a fanartist’s post, as this little scene was inspired by that art. Being anxiety-prone, I panicked and deleted it.
The picture was of Stiles getting up in Derek’s face, obviously angry. I think I remember the words “self-sacrificial bullshit” being involved. I can’t find it at the moment.
Derek is still bleeding when Stiles stomps across the clearing to stand over him, one foot landing with a squelch in monster entrails, not that his other sneaker fared much better.
“Of all the reckless-”
“Stiles,” Derek interrupts, holding his hands up as he stands up to show he’s not hurt, everything’s fine.
Raising his voice, Stiles continues, “–moronic, needlessly fucking heroic things I have ever seen you do–” Derek can tell he’s just warming up, but he’s a little caught on the h-word; he doesn’t think Stiles has used it before, not for him. “That was-”
“Stiles, it’s okay,” he tries to head him off, but Stiles won’t be deterred.
“Derek, if you ever–”
“I’m okay,” Derek says.
Stiles twists his fist in Derek’s Henley, heedless of the way it rips under his fingertips, which, right, there was already a hole there from when the creature got him in the chest.
“No!” He points, practically touching Derek’s lips, hunches up further in Derek’s space. “You don’t get to interrupt me. Do you know how terrified I was? Do you have any idea how scared I was that this was it? He slit your throat, Derek! That was a lot of blood! Oh my god, so much blood.” Stiles’s voice cracks. He’s shaking violently, his knuckles knocking against Derek’s chest. “I’ve seen you come back from a lot, but I’m pretty sure even you can’t come back from decapitation.”
He isn’t wrong. But. Derek wraps his hand around Stiles’s fist, trying to steady him. “He was going to hurt you. I have a better chance of survival, Stiles, I-”
“You know what? I’ve had more than enough of your self-sacrificial bullshit, buddy!” Stiles interrupts, free hand waving around. “Enough for lifetimes. I don’t want you to throw yourself on a grenade for me, okay? In fact, I’m explicitly telling you not to.”
“Grenade?” Derek repeats, momentarily thrown.
“Grenade, giant slime monster, rodents of unusual size–”
“I don’t think those exist,” Derek says. There it is; a hint of a smile.
“It still freaks me out when you throw out pop culture references,” Stiles says, but he sags a little, loosens his fingers. There’s red marks from how tight he’d wound them in Derek’s shirt. “I don’t want you to die for me. I don’t want you to die at all. I mean, I know eventually, logically, even werewolves aren’t immortal, but.”
Derek ducks his head. A smile feels like an inappropriate response to Stiles’s distress but he can’t help how warm he suddenly feels. “Stiles.”
“Stop trying to distract me by saying my name.” Stiles shoves Derek back. He turns too fast and trips over the monster’s corpse. “Gah! Gross.”
“You should head home,” Derek says. He nudges the creature with his foot. Still dead; that’s a plus.
“You mean we,” Stiles says.
“I’ve got to cover this up,” Derek says.
Stiles wrinkles his nose. “I have a shovel in the Jeep. Come on, I’ll help you and we’ll go back to yours. My landlord put in security cameras and I can’t go back there covered in blood again. He’s going to report me.”
Derek nods. “Sounds good. Want to order a pizza when we get back?”
“Do I,” Stiles says, starting off toward the Jeep. “I’m starving.”
An idea: shiro finding a super earth dog-like alien stray and nearly crying cause maybe it looks like a dog he used to own??? But he slowly earns its trust and brings it with him on the castle and it's happy and pure and it sleeps with him which helps with his nightmares and no im not crying what
They found him in a demolished city, one days after the initial attacks.
The mission was simple: Recover anything they could from the ruined government building to bring to the evacuated population.
In the end, there wasn’t much left of the building. They had Yellow lift up the top and dug through the rubble. Aside from a few drawers with of papers, and a couple of sturdier metal decorations, the place was pretty much demolished.
But something had moved in.
The sound of rustling initially made Shiro turn, arm let and aggressive. But then he saw the reflected purple spots on two dark eyes, and he paused. Oh. An animal. To be cautious, he turned off his arm but lit the built in flashlight, and put it closer to see the shape of the animal without shining directly on it.
a few commissions for @confetti-curls-n-cork for his wonderful story Smell a Rat and boy is it a good one. This is one of the few that you sit down to read and don’t get up until the end (or in this case, the cliffhangers). As can be seen, the story follows those two gentlemenrodents agents on an incredible case mystery, murder, and justice; think Mission Impossible by the way of The Secret of Nihm.
Synopsis: Floyd Colby and Milo Pitman are two of the best agents that MI6 have at their disposal, but when the death of no less than three different officers in the highest-ranking “Delta” team suddenly hurls them into the big leagues, Floyd and Milo must rely on their wits and each other to survive against a murky world of tiny, rodent espionage.
Now I know 98% of my followers come for my Zootopia stuff, however, this is not, but don’t let that turn you away. If you’re looking for something to read over the summer, which I know many of you are, and take a break from the monotony of WildeHopps romcoms, then I highly recommend adding this story to your reading list.
Penny is hard to photograph because she is very nervous in her tank. She almost always has to be herded into a toilet paper tube to be picked up. She’s such a pretty girl though. If her temperament was better I would have wanted to breed her, but I don’t want to risk passing on her skittishness.
I have known dragons, wolves, corvids, raptors (birds of prey, but also I’ve known one dinosaur I think) peacocks, phoenixes, lizards, bunnies, rodents, cats, angels, demons, fae, dogs, primates, snakes, horses, bison, and once an earwig. Off the top of my head.
Are any of those ordinary? I don’t think so, but maybe you will.
That being said, my personal theory on why there are more of some than of others is based on relatable they are to the current human experience. Some animals, like wolves and dragons, have more in common with the human experience than others. A wolf’s instincts regarding social interactions make sense to a human brain. Even if someone had memories of being say, a sea urchin, those memories would be too alien to easily make sense of.
Honestly, I don’t put much more thought into it than that, because I’m not a self absorbed ass who thinks anyone else’s identity is my business. I just take them at face value.
FUCKIN SABER RODENTIA HAS FUCKIN RAT TEETH! I MEAN I WAS WONDERING WHAT HIS TRAIT WAS CAUSE HIS LAST NAME IS JUST THE FUCKIN ORDER NAME FOR RODENTS BUT HOLY FUCK I DID NOT THINK BUCK TEETH WOULD BE IT IM DYING SCOOBS
When I was young I read a theory that mammals, specifically rodents, were a possible cause for the dinosaur extinction. I think that theory has since been proven wrong, but I always thought it was an interesting one.