will d. wolf

Hello, I’m completely out of ideas for inktober, so if some of you could send me prompts, that’d be amazing :) Preferably Wolf 359/Starship Iris/Mabel 🤔 I can’t promise I’ll draw everything. Or anything at all :D But if some ideas resonate with me, I’ll try to illustrate them. In any case, I will be grateful for anything you might share with me. Thank you!

anonymous asked:

Camping with eric

⛺️ 🌌
-was probably really enthusiastic at first
-but then you got to the campground and he realized there were like bugs and shit
-so he’d be annoyed but still put the tent up
-which took like an hour and a half
-then he’d realize he left the actual food in the car, and he didn’t want to walk a mile to get it, so you’d have s’mores for dinner
-when you guys went to bed he’d hug you in the sleeping bag and reassure you if there was a wolf he’d probably sacrifice himself for you
-“yeah, probably. sorry.”

McCall Pack and Allies

The Pack : 

The Alpha →

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The Human →

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The Werecoyote →

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The Banshee →

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The Beta →

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The werechameleon →

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The human →

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The hellhound →

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The chimera →

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The Allies :

Former Alphas →

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Parents →

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The Doctor →

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The Little Bean →

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The Kanima & The Beta →

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The Never Forgotten → 

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“That’s not you” is a direct reference to what Arya herself said to her father when her father painted this picture for her of the life she could have as a lady of a castle and marrying some lord and wearing a nice frilly dress. Arya’s not domesticated, and it makes total sense that her wolf wouldn’t be either. Once the wolf walks away, at first she’s heartbroken to have come this close, and then she realizes the wolf is doing exactly what she would do if she were that wolf.”
D&D, for IGN

lockedinmybody  asked:

daliaaaaa could you tell me your fave sterek fics please?? :)

How could you ask me this? Do you have any idea how many sterek fics I’ve read over the years? How many I’ve loved?

This is a short list of the very few I could think of off the top of my head. I think I’ll probably make a recs page, because I’ve been meaning to for a long time. I have a recs tag, but that includes different pairings as well.

Sideways and Slantways and Longways and Backways

“I called you a slave-driver!” Stiles cried hysterically. “I called you an ogre! I stole all the blue paperclips!”
Derek raised an eyebrow at him.
“That’s company property!” he shouted, waving his arms madly in distress.
Derek ran a hand over his face. “It’s not theft if the vice president of the company gives you permission.”

(Otherwise known as the Elevator AU)

The Price

Stiles must surrender the most important thing in his life to protect the town… and no one can figure out what it was.

Around The Bend

The first time Derek catches sight of the new yoga instructor, Stiles is in the middle of showing a class how to do downward-facing dog. Derek walks into a wall.

Things don’t exactly improve from there.

Derek can’t stop staring at Stiles, the bendy new yoga instructor at his family’s gym. Stiles thinks Derek’s a repressed homophobe who hates Stiles for making him want the D. They fall in love.

can’t be hateful, gotta be grateful

“Be cool, Dad, we’ve decided to con Grandma.”

(Or, the one where the Stilinski men drag Derek to Thanksgiving dinner at Grandma’s and she gets the right wrong idea.)

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