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“when in distress, draw a dude in a dress” is what i always say
and man a lot of you have been mentioning me on this post and the first time i saw it i fell in love but before drawing yuuri in that dress i had to find something for viktor and lo and behold i found this on my dash
Jeez, that number skyrocketed within the last few days! As always, I love each and every one of you. I’m shocked that I have this many people that like and support this little blog of mine. When I started, I barely expected to get over 40 followers. Now I have 4,000 and it hasn’t even been a full year! I hope you all have a wonderful day and enjoy these preening cuties.
Sterek ficlet inspired by this: “i grew up not knowing i was royal and now i guess i’m heir to a throne and you’re the guy who’s supposed to be teaching me how to be royal bc i suck at it and oops we made out” au
This is kind of Princess-Diaries-ish. I know that’s been done before in this fandom (and thank god it has—it’s awesome), but I couldn’t help myself. Yay for self-indulgence!
Stiles thought the most annoying thing about suddenly being a royal heir to a small eastern European kingdom he’s never heard of would be the hyper-aggressive paparazzi, but he was dead wrong.
The most annoying thing is actually Derek Hale, the guy Stiles’ grandmother hired to teach Stiles how not to screw this up.
“Princes don’t chew with their mouths open, Stiles.”
“Princes don’t shove an entire fistful of curly fries in their mouths, Stiles.”
“Princes don’t wear pink-and-green plaid shirts from Target, Stiles.”
“Princes don’t slouch.”
They don’t slump, either, or yawn or sneeze or cough in public, or fist-pump, or drive beat-up old blue Jeeps, or wear bright colors, or rock out to the radio, or do anything fun.
@lumenlight prompted me, “Sterek AU where Stiles tries to seduce Derek but Derek has the habit of only dating older people (Jennifer, Kate …). So he says no to Stiles and Stiles is really disappointed but by chance he keeps seeing Derek and with time Derek realizes that he may have made a mistake?”
Hope you like it!!
~4000 words, rated M. (I don’t usually write smut, but I felt like this was that kind of prompt.)
Stiles usually doesn’t venture as far out of town as the Preserve—there’s not much out here but trees—but today that’s kind of the point. If he’s going to start up a jogging regimen to prep for lacrosse in the fall, he’s sure as hell not going to do it in his own neighborhood, where all his neighbors can (and will) watch him flailing around looking stupid.
He doesn’t actually end up jogging at all, though, because before he finds the trail he’d marked on his map, his Jeep abruptly sputters and dies on him right in the middle of the road. That’s also about when it starts raining.
“Oh, come on,” Stiles groans, hitting his head on the steering wheel a few times.
He pulls out his phone to call someone—his dad, a tow truck, Scott—and there’s no signal. Right. Because he wanted isolated, and he got it.
There’s no sound at all except the drumming of the rain on the roof of the Jeep, coming down harder and harder, taunting him for being such a fucking idiot.
He thinks about waiting it out, but who knows how long that could take, and if he doesn’t make it back home in time for dinner or at least get somewhere where he can make a phone call, then his dad is probably going to think he got eaten by a mountain lion or something.
“Fuck it,” he mutters. He pockets his phone and keys, grits his teeth, and jumps out into the downpour.
He has to walk for about twenty minutes before he finds any sign of civilization. It’s a house, or at least part of one. It’s tucked away down a long dirt driveway on the edge of the Preserve and looks sketchy as hell. It’s been burned, badly, and even though it looks like maybe someone’s been fixing it up, it’s still not exactly what Stiles would call habitable. Part of the charred roof is caved in, and most of the windows on the second floor are shattered, their jagged glass gleaming ominously in the dim light and the rain.
Stiles would assume it’s abandoned, except that there’s a shiny black Camaro parked out front. That at least looks well cared for.
It’s that detail, plus the rather compelling fact that this is probably the only house for at least a mile and Stiles can feel his feet starting to rub raw in his wet tennis shoes, that finally gives him the courage he needs to squelch his way through the mud and onto the porch to knock on the door.
I told myself I was going to do another giveaway thing at 1500 if I ever got there but I had stopped checking until recently, so- I love you all lots and super appreciate your awesome rays of sunshine beaming into my darkness :]
My giveaway this time is going to be;
- two free basic hannigram idea doodles (like above) for two re-bloggers
- two dvd’s of a re-blogger's choice from this list pertaining to Hugh or Mads: Blood & Chocolate (Hugh), Clash of the Titans (Mads), The Jane Austen Book Club (Hugh), or The Hunt (Mads).
- and last but very least because I don’t really share that I do like to write, a ficlet with your prompt choice for a reblog - with a scribble doodle to go along
This giveaway thingy starts September 17 (Sunday), ends September 22nd (Friday)