S-sup guys.
I’m going to New York this week to help rebuild homes on long island for a mission trip. :] I’m leaving tomorrow and will be back Sunday.
I only have one thing queued but otherwise i’ll be dead. Gonna doodle the way up, so maybe i’ll have some doodles for you when i get back. :D
Until then~ Torako
“Oh my god-” Stiles’ eyes widened, biting his lower lip to hold back the positively gleeful expression on his face.
“Stiles, don’t.”
“There’s something sweet.”
“I swear, I’ll hurt you.”
“And almost kind.” Stiles grinned as his voice continued the threat of breaking into song.
“Stiles,” Derek hissed, causing a few birds to ruffle their wings.
“But he was mean and coarse and unrefined,” Stiles sung, and he slowly started to back away from the growling wolf covered by colorful plumage. “But now he’s dear, and so unsure.“
Derek bared his teeth, eyes glowing red as he stalked forward, birds remaining perched on his body.
Stiles grinned and practically belted the last line, “I wonder why I didn’t see it there before!”
Derek lunged forward but Stiles was already racing behind a tree and the moment Derek moved so suddenly, all the birds began flapping their wings frantically, completely blocking his vision. The sight of Derek, covered in flailing feathers and swatting blindly at the air had Stiles rolling on the ground, laughing, in seconds - and somehow he was still humming the tune from Beauty and the Beast.
It fell into the water, flailing and twisting in the water as if it didn’t know how to swim. Stiles watched it sink lower and lower from afar until the thing stopped moving entirely and barely any bubbles rose from it like they had when it had first fallen in.
Quickly, yet cautiously, he swam up to it and poked it as it continued to sink. Without hesitating, Stiles wrapped his arms around the thing and flicked his tail, swiftly bringing it to the surface of the water and over to the nearby beach that Stiles enjoyed warming his scales on.
It remained still, as Stiles pushed it onto the sand far enough that the waves didn’t splash it’s face - face that looked a lot like Stiles’ merpeoples faces. Except this one was wearing odd, soft things on its body and it had two sticky things instead of a tail.
Stiles poked it.
To be fair, i drew that first but it looked really weird cause i have no talent.
Thank you for putting up with my spam for today! There are 18 drawings in all.
I hope it made at least some of you cheer up. Maybe i’ll do it again one Tuesday.
But for now, I’m reading fanfiction. Goodnight. :>
“Derek, stop! Derek, no! I said you could only had one the rest are for the pack!” Stiles held up his hand to keep the werewolf with hungry eyes at bay, not that it would do anything useful considering Derek had supernatural alpha strength and Stiles had twiggy limps and sarcasm.
Derek growled, advancing on Stiles and snatching a cupcake off the plate wtih this teeth.
“Really Derek? You’re so uncivilized! I thought I trained you better- woah!” Stiles teetered backwards as Derek basically tried to crawl over his body to get to the cupcakes that Stiles was now holding above his head. Stiles was now forced to hold Derek back with his arm and his foot. And that left Stiles’ balance significantly off center.
“I hope you realize how ridiculous this looks!”
