super sniffer

(Super-fast idea, because I found this picture and after laughing at the Sheriff’s face for two minutes straight, the idea hit me straight in the face)

Several years in the future, Derek and the Sheriff are kind of buddies.

Derek is a consultant for the Beacon Hills police when any kind of supernatural crime occurs, or when they need his super sniffer in critical urgencies (Derek found the lost little girl almost immediately, while the K9 unit from the next town was still lost in the wood. The Sheriff was proud. They never talk about the fact that they had to circle the town in the John’s police car, Derek’s head hanging out of the window like a poodle on a roadtrip).

So the John and Derek sometimes hang out, they watch football match together, they have a beer, they talk about Stiles’ news from college. They enjoy each other’s company in a very quiet, simple way.

Then, Stiles comes back to Beacon Hills for Christmas, and immediately comes out as bisexual to his dad.

The Sheriff blinks, then hugs him. And that should be the end of it. He is genuinely glad that Stiles told him, and happy that he seems to grow up happy in his own skin.

John honestly doesn’t mean to search stuffs online, but he’s bored, and one innocent question about LGBT rights typed into google quickly devolve into following all kind of links and falling deep. Too deep.

He manages to keeps the anxiety at bay all the way to Derek’s home, and his knock on the door is barely frantic. But Derek opens the door as if he was expecting the Sheriff to be on fire, so John guesses that he didn’t control his panic-stricken heartbeat as well as he thought.

After a few minutes of assuring Derek that no, Stiles is fine, John is fine, everyone is fine, no Stiles isn’t hurt, nobody’s kid got missing again, Melissa is fine, there is no monster eating anyone, Stiles is totally ok, and getting a glass of perfectly good whisky from Derek (who apparently keeps it around just for John), John finally explains.

Because Derek? Derek is bisexual.

They have talked about it in passing several times. Derek’s ex, Jeff, used to be a cop in New Jersey until he got shot in duty and became a teacher. Derek spends some nights drinking at the Jungle and he glared while talking about shitty techno music. Derek gives money to an association for LGBT kids and go there to help sometimes.

To the Sheriff, it never seemed like a detail more important than knowing that Derek hates cheap beer or that he is a sore loser when his sport team get slaughtered.

But now, now it is important. Because the Sheriff needs someone with answers, precise answers, about things that he can ask directly to his kid.

About giant sex toys and trip to the ER and drugs use and STDs and biphobia and bullying.

He kind of blurt it all. Derek’s eyes look gigantic and his eyebrows almost fly off his forehead.

So that’s how Derek becomes the Sheriff’s mentor in everything LGBT.

It’s not as weird as it could be.

Derek answers all his questions as best as he can, tries to reassure him and, when he doesn’t know, they look for information together online while staying far away from certain websites.  

(all the while, Derek tries to ignores really, really hard, that Stiles is bisexual and apparently single. It’s impossible).

Then I don’t know.

Maybe the Sheriff brings Derek back home in the hope that Derek will talk with Stiles about all these stuffs (because he’s not sure he has mastered the details enough to give the bisexual version of the Talk, and also, the image of the gigantic dildo is still haunting him).

So they end up all around the kitchen table, Stiles looking bewildered, Derek resigned and awkward and the Sheriff looking at them with crazy eyes (again, gigantic dildo. And ER trips. Melissa works there, this can never happen to him) until they start talking.

Stiles knows all those things. Derek knows that Stiles knows. They talk about it anyway because, well, the Sheriff look kind of grey in worry.

Then Stiles finally understands that Derek is bisexual. And single. And Derek knows that Stiles is bisexual. And single. The awkwardness quickly turns to vague innuendo, then overt flirting, then eyefucking over mugs of coffee.

The Sheriff gets his colors back progressively. He wonders for a second if he should protest this development (the whole, 7 years older and a werewolf thing may be a problem), but really, Derek is a great man.

And he apparently knows how to use lube, condoms, and would never be stupid enough to use a gigantic dildo then lose it somewhere in his son.

All in all, he’s ok with the direction this whole thing is taking.

Writing Characters with Enhanced Senses

Characters with extraordinary senses come up a lot. Maybe your character is of supernatural or alien origin, or maybe they were just born with a genetic quirk. Maybe they have a sensory disorder that only makes their hearing seem extraordinary. There are lots of reasons why a character might have extraordinary senses and a lot of different ways those senses might be put to use, but here are some of the drawbacks you might consider when writing a character who has a super sniffer, excellent eyesight, or high-quality hearing!

If your character has super sight, chances are that they can see farther and more clearly than anybody else, which is pretty cool except that the human eye can still only really focus on one thing at a time…so your character might want to be careful not to get distracted when they’re, say, crossing the street. If they’re watching a burglary occur a thousand yards away, they might not notice the car that just whipped around the corner behind them. Other super-drawbacks might include heightened sensitivity to light, color, or movement - and you have to remember that nobody can see three-hundred-sixty degrees at all times, so your character is probably going to have a blind spot (unless they’re an owl). Also, they may frequently look like they’re staring off into space when they’re really just watching something very intently.

Have you ever been standing in a crowd of people who are all talking at the same time? Now imagine if you had super hearing! It can be hard to pick out individual pieces of information or even follow a single conversation when you can hear everyone in a six-block radius…and it’s not just conversations. You can also hear every car, every pet moving around, every jingle of a key, the air moving through the vents, and so on and so forth. This is another one of those abilities that may make it look like your character is just really easily distracted - it’s not that they don’t want to pay attention to their friends, it’s just that they’re playing “name that tune” with a radio four blocks to the southeast!

Think about your shower routine, whatever it might be. How many scented products do you layer on your skin? Soap, shampoo, conditioner, lotion, deoderant, maybe perfume or cologne, shaving cream or aftershave - the list goes on and on. If you had a super nose, you might be able to smell every single layer a person was wearing, and that kind of assault on the nose could be eye-wateringly overwhelming. Consider your reaction to someone wearing strong perfume! There are a lot of other types of smells in the world too, from cut grass and shoe polish to rotting garbage…and a lot of bodily functions have smells too: passing gas, excrement, or urine, menstruation, or sweating, for example. Your character might even be able to smell disease. This type of character might have to wear a mask or a scarf over their face to dull their super-sense, which might give them an odd appearance, but just imagine how much weirder it would look to be standing on a street corner sniffing at the air when all anyone else can smell is car fumes.

What’s the strongest flavor you’ve ever tasted? Maybe it was something fishy, or spicy, or sour. Everyone’s answer is bound to be different, but imagine if every single thing you ever ate or drank tasted that strong. Eventually you might get kind of tired of it and start preparing food that is more bland, right? Alternately, imagine if nothing ever just tasted like itself to you: you’re eating a french fry, but instead of tasting “french fry” you’re tasting potato, salt, oil, the metal of the fryer, the latex in the gloves used to scoop them into the paper tray, the paper tray itself…that would be pretty overwhelming! The major drawback to super taste is that your character might have trouble eating out or eating in front of other people. When you taste a lemon, your face puckers up…just think of how much more sour it would taste with a super tongue!

Did you know that every day you suffer a million tiny hurts and your brain just ignores them so that you can keep on functioning normally? If you had an enhanced nervous system, that might not be the case. Think about the number of tiny things we ignore every day: actions like walking, scratching, accidentally biting your tongue, or blinking could hurt pretty bad if you were super sensitive to touch! People with super touch might have a hard time getting comfortable all the time, and they might have to deal with not liking the feeling of clothes, being annoyed with air moving over their skin, or being extra-sensitive to physical contact. If a hug felt to me like someone was trying to break my ribs, I’d avoid them too!

So what are some things to keep in mind when writing about characters with extraordinary senses, other than drawbacks? Here are some things to consider:

  • Set limits. Your character shouldn’t be able to see past the curve of the earth - that’s just silly! Likewise, if they can hear something happening through the entire planet, you may want to rethink. Consider things like range and clarity when you’re setting limits on super senses: how far away can they see things and how clearly can they see them, for example. When it comes to touch, this is a little more tricky, and you might want to think more about the direct effects of pressure on the character: how much pressure does it take before it hurts?
  • Enhanced senses require enhanced brainpower. I don’t mean that they raise your character’s IQ level, but consider how much effort it takes to sort through and process sensory information. If your character’s brain can’t handle it, they might be in a constant state of sensory overload.
  • Speaking of sensory overload, that might happen to your character sometimes anyway! Everyone faces extreme situations in their lives where their brains just can’t keep up with the workload, and the threshold for that point is probably lower for people with super senses. If you’ve got a character with super hearing and four people are trying to talk to them at once, they might experience sensory overload and have to go recover for a while, so do your research into sensory overload and what to do to help them.
  • Finally, their super sense is going to impact how they experience and relate to other people. Maybe your character doesn’t remember a person’s name or face but they’ll never forget her voice. Maybe they just can’t even be in the house with Great-Aunt Helen because she always wears the same musty old perfume and it gives your character a headache. Maybe your character appears to be constantly zoning out when really they’re just looking closely at peoples’ jewelry. How your character perceives others, and how others view your character, is going to be impacted by their ability - count on it.

If you’re writing about a character with super senses, I hope that this has been helpful and maybe even inspiring to you, and I’d love to hear your thoughts too! Thanks for reading, and good luck!


My feelings about the six thatchers summarized (VERY summarized because I could scream and never stop):

-John is a cunt and I want an explanation into what is going on in his head
-I am tired of not knowing what is going on with John
-Mary can suck my dick, I’m grossed out that they made her a good guy in the end
-Nothing will ever make me like Mary
-Sherlock tries so hard and is so good to his core and sweet and endearing and I LOVE HIM
-Mycroft lives in a basement lmao you make a lot of money why don’t you decorate your shit
-Baby Rosie is super cute
-Toby sniffer doggo is even cuter
-Moriarty could come back for all I care at this point I just want John and Sherlock to be together
-Cut the bull shit
-Bus lady. Reveal your intentions

anonymous asked:

In your headcanon, is Derek working or leaving with his money?

Hello love!

So, let’s talk about Derek Hale: work version.

(I have headcanons where Derek stays home. He would be an awesome at home daddy. But here I would talk about a whole other headcanon)

I’m talking a few years in the future, with a Hale! pack stable and safe (and everybody alive. Seriously fuck you Jeff). The humans from the pack has decided that draping your half naked body on every surfaces and hunting little bunnies under the moon are not good ways to contribute to society, so everybody went looking for a job. Derek –who didn’t care either way and kind of saw the point of earning as much money possible with the sheer volume of food consumed on pack nights- was the first one to start searching.

The sheriff obviously tried to steal him as soon as he put a foot outside the house, because his son-in-law is a great man and comes with a lie detector and super sniffer built in.

Stiles put a stop to it as soon as Derek’s nightmares and PTSD raised their head again. No husband of his will jump in terror when surprised by a kid. The only expressions Stiles allows on Derek’s face when kids are in the house are stupidly besotted smiles and teasing grimaces.

Derek then vaguely suggested fireman but Stiles spent twenty minutes screeching loudly, snuggling him forcefully and catching every kid or pack member passing by until Derek stopped talking under the combined weight.  

So. That’s how Derek ends up working behind a desk in an assurance company a few towns over.

Because he remembers being alone and so, so not ready to be an adult yet. And he remembers Laura’s eyes over an armful of paperwork that made no sense to them, the austere building towering over them and the nauseating fear of doing, saying something wrong and losing their only chance to pay Peter hospital’s bills.

And he remembers a desk just like his, and the small middle aged woman behind it. He remembers how she smiled so sadly at them and how she helped them fill every form, patiently making sure they understood every steps to be made so that everything was done quickly.

Derek has forgotten her name a long time ago, but he never forgot Laura’s smile when she praised their future plans, as meagre as they were. He never forgot sitting on the chair, eyes down, throat tight and, just for an afternoon, a stranger kindness finally helping them turn their life simpler for a while.

So Derek would totally be the kind of employee who always comes in on time, is very respectful and works really hard. Because Derek cares. So he would try to be as helpful as possible with the lost ones and would be uncompromising with the assholes.

Now. Let’s talk about his colleagues.

Because you just know that at the beginning, people would be so wary of Derek.

Derek who eats all his lunches at his desk and always politely refuses to go have a drink after work. Who’s quiet and frowns a lot and is huge. Derek who, on a particularly bad Monday, gripped his keyboard so hard he broke it clean in two. Then his stapler. Derek who never talks about his private life. Derek who stared silently when Howard started gushing about Game of Thrones before simply telling him he didn’t liked TV. While drinking from his coffee mug emblazoned with the Stark’s coat of arms.  

George, from accounting, likes to preach after one beer that Hale must have been implanted here under witness protection. After two other drinks, he usually begins to cry over Hale’s biceps.

The whole table usually only nods gravely, agreeing with the two sentiments.

Things start to change when the new wave of interns crashes on the company.

For unknown reasons, from all the interviewees, Derek choses Jeanine. Five feet -on tiptoes- of anxiety vibrating on her chair, ranting passionately for five minutes straight before remembering the original question, Jeanine. To say weirdest pairing was never seen is a sweet euphemism.

Her first week are spent with the kid running everywhere like a beheaded chicken and scattering forgotten effects everywhere. On Friday, Howard finds her locked from the outside in the copy room and basically free fighting the printer.

Pictures are taken. Bets starts between cubicles over Derek throwing her through the window, like he did with a poor new malfunctioning stapler.

But Derek never loses his patience. He always listens when she babbles stressfully, then helps her sort the important things from the ones taking too much space in her brain. He seems to instinctively understand when to teach her new things and when to let her digest.

Slowly Jeanine, less stressed out, becomes essential to the department. She is a fast thinker, a creative problem solver, and she multitasks like she was born with several independent brains. She still bumps into everyone’s desks, but they only learn not to put important stuffs near the edges and the problem is solved.

James is the poor, shy intern chosen this year by John, crowned “worst supervisor” for several years. Derek finds the kid on the edge of tears after making a mistake so bad he almost broke the company. Hale only sighs, then spend the whole evening helping him resolve the problem. The next day, he takes James with him and Jeanine for half an hour and teach them how to do it correctly by themselves.

After that, Jeanine and James basically created a fanclub.

And, day after day, more people fall under Derek quiet charm. The IT guys all imprint on him when the man first pushes the door, broken keyboard in one hand and coffer for both of them in the other. They are weak creatures, and they love a man with good bedside manners. Sarah spend two weeks without sleep, her kids teething and crying all the time, and then one day Derek comes in like a knight in shining armor with a mysterious handmade cream from a family recipe. The stuff is magical, clearly, or full of cocaine, and she’s so grateful she doesn’t even care. They drag him in the kitchen for lunch and the man blushes when a note full of heart and weird doodles of a horse/wolf/rat falls from his sandwich. He fixes Howard chair that has been creaking for months.

So yeah. Now Derek is one of them. They still don’t know him that well, but he’s clearly the best and also the most wonderful eye candy they’ve ever had in their department, and they are keeping him forever.

Now let’s be honest. Stiles would totally be the kind of husband that invade your workplace on your birthday.

So the whole department is in a meeting, and they all see Derek’s face goes funny. It’s something completely alien, surprised and soft and happy so everyone follows his gaze.

There is a stranger sitting on Derek’s desk, wearing a violently blue and orange shirt with the words “Happy birthday Husband of Mine” plastered over it. When he sees the entire room looking at him, he waves and smiles.

The rest of the meeting is excruciating. Nobody is even pretending to listen to the presentation. People start texting each other discreetly. Jeanine and James are staring at Derek’s ridiculous face and keep elbowing each other so hard their chairs creak under the assault. The Boss keeps trying to talk about numbers, turning a blind eye to the high-school level of gossiping crawling around his meeting table.  

When he finally gives up, they empty the room in a rush and the Boss rolls his eyes. (He totally follows them just after. This is the somebody that married Hale. He needs to know).

And they all try really hard to look normal. They are normal people.

But this is Derek Hale’s husband, and the guy isn’t the quiet, intellectual man they were kind of collectively picturing. He’s young and happy and so, so friendly.

They come say Hi and the man (“call me Stiles”) just starts talking as if they have known each other for years. He high five Jeanine. He coos over Sarah’s baby pictures (she still doesn’t know how she ended showing them to him in less than five minutes of knowing him). He talks geopolitics in games of thrones with Howard and the man looks moved to tears. He basically organizes a huge laser game party for the department and everybody writes it down dutifully in their agenda without protest. The man brought up enough cake and muffins for the whole building.

And well. I’ve always had this vision of Derek has someone who need to feel comfortable to be himself. So when Stiles is near, the change would be dramatic.

I want his colleagues clubbed over the head by the whole Derek-when-Stiles-is-there thing. Derek who smiles happily and blows on the candles drooping from the muffin. Derek that gets kissed and touched freely and openly, always keeping his husband close. Derek talking proudly of his husband’s job, and laughing at his jokes. Derek teasing and smirking and hip checking Jeanne and trash talking George.

Nobody works the whole afternoon, fascinated. The IT guys come to install some software and get roped in the craziness. The cleaning lady ends up lecturing Hale on kids.

In the middle of everything, the Boss is only seriously worried somebody is going to kidnap this man.

He’s kind of disturbed at the idea that he could very well be the one to do it. He’s sure Stiles could make statistics fascinating. He’s basically a social warlock.

(Hope you liked it anon :D Please don’t hesitate to send prompt people, I will try to answer to all of them (as quickly as I can. ahem))

(Also, as always I am tagging @seanconneraille, @lena221b, @crossroadswrite because Sterek)