arrafrost:
More for Torah’s Satyr!Stiles and Cerberus!Derek Greek AU
Derek paced in the middle of the meadow he had been told to meet Stiles at. He fussed with his tunic, fingers as restless as his two other Cerberus heads that were floating anxiously on his shoulders. They were impatient, they were worried about their mat- friend. The small satyr that was a pain in his butt.
He was tiny and potentially helpless. There was always a chance that someone had captured Stiles and forced him into slavery, someone could have slain him in the woods mistaking him for a simple deer, Laura could have gone through with her threat to maul him if Derek continued to be seen in public with such a lower class citizen.
Suddenly something hard and blunt, with two sharp points gently knocked into Derek’s back, startling him into a shout and sending his pups howling at the shock.
Derek turned around, eyes red and prepared to slaughter whatever attacked him when his eyes landed on the small satyr he was worried about. Bent over and glancing up at him shyly from where he had just head butted a Cerberus in the back.
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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
carverse:
carverse:
Cooking cars. :P
“Baking is stupid!” Cruiser finally announced, frustration consuming his voice as he gripped the two containers in his hands tightly.
4Runner glanced at him out of the corner of his eye but didn’t stop cutting up the fruit he was going to saute for the sauteed apple pie he was baking.
Breathing through his nose, he figured he wasn’t going to get a proper response from Hunter so he growled, “What the hell is the difference between baking soda and baking powder?”
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Aidi and Arrah. I call you Aidarrahgon. Polyamorous ships ftw! <3
otp
arrafrost:
carverse:
Cruiser and 4runner like to train together. (◡‿◡✿)
“Getting tired old man?” Cruiser huffed out, bouncing back and forth on his feet from the other side of the mat.
4Runner wiped his mouth on the back of his hand from where Cruiser had managed to get a hit in but his face was otherwise expressionless when he shrugged his shoulder.
Cruiser gritted his teeth a little at the fact that his playful insults had no effect on this car, nothing had any effect on him, ever. The man was the epitome of stoicism. He showed literally no emotion at any point in the day. It was all calm and straight lipped resting faces.
Even when they were in Chris’ basement sparring, 4Runner gave him nothing except physical competition. There was no playful banter, no emotions to stir up, nothing.
But that didn’t mean Cruiser couldn’t keep trying…
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arrafrost:
torakodragon:
A little wolf told Stiles that Derek’s incredibly afraid of sharks. So of course on their next beach date day, Stiles buys the largest shark floatie he can find.
Based of of Heochlin’s afraid of sharks.
Derek stood absolutely still, feet frozen in the sand, expression dangerously close to giving away his emotions.
“Thought you were going surfing,” Stiles asked innocently but his malicious grin was shining brightly in his eyes.
Derek had three options for how he could respond to this situation. He could play into Stiles’ hand and demand how he found out about his deep-rooted fear of sharks from the many shark films Laura had forced him to watch when they were kids and then proceeded to terrorize him in the night by putting on a shark fin and crawling around his bed humming the Jaws theme. Or he could silently walk back to Stiles’ jeep and take the keys from where Stiles had hide them, leaving Stiles alone on the beach with no way to get home or call for a ride because they’d left their cellphones in Stiles’ jeep as well. And the third option…
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arrafrost:
torakodragon:
If Derek had a tail.
“Get off my tail.”
“No! It’s so soft I want to cuddle it forever! I want to lay in your tail fur and snuggle it on cold, lonely nights as I curl up and watch movies and I would totally be careful not to spill any popcorn on your tail because washing you would mean wet dog smell and would mean I would take a break from cuddling this wonderfully soft and fuzzy fur!”
Derek narrowed his eyes, frowning at the boy who would not stop rubbing his cheek against his tail. It was almost cute… almost… but it was also irritating that Stiles would not let go of him and that his glaring was doing nothing. Derek growled in warning but Stiles only sobbed,
“I’ll never let go, Jack!”
“I will eat you.”
Love me some fic, hate all my old art.
have a doodle :P
arrafrost:
Torah made these of me and the following conversation followed:
[2:21:05 PM] Torah: BE MY FLOWER QUEEN
[2:21:27 PM] Arra: no
[2:21:39 PM] Torah lays on the ground
[2:21:57 PM] Arra covers Torah with a blanket
[2:22:13 PM] Torah sobs
[2:22:43 PM] Arra pets
My flower queen.
arrafrost:
torakodragon:
Stiles put the wildlife down.
A warm, sunny day and a trip to the beach was exactly what Stiles and Derek needed. The only problem was getting there. They had tried to keep it a secret from the pack but as Derek hopped into Stiles’ loaded up jeep, Isaac and Scott decided it would be the perfect opportunity to saunter back to Derek’s apartment.
“Do I smell Stiles sandwiches and watermelon?”
“Stiles’ sandwiches?” Isaac raised his brow questioningly at Scott as his boyfriend sniffed around Stiles’ jeep to locate the cooler Stiles had packed in the back under the beach blanket.
“Stiles sandwiches are the best-” He had reached for the container but Stiles was already leaning over the seat to swat his hand away.
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arrafrost:
torakodragon:
Drew something a little different today.
Torah your tag: #omg what if hipsters find this and reblog it
He was silent, watching the alpha from a distance. It had taken him ages to find him in the rain after everything that had happened between them. Derek panicked, took off and Stiles went crazy searching for him - full on straight into detective mode, calling everyone they knew, pleading with Scott to play police dog and sniff him down but that had been too difficult when the rain picked up.
It had taken him five hours, Stiles was soaked to the bones, and he was angry. At least he was angry. Had been. Past tense. That all changed when he saw Derek sitting in front of the large windows, legs pulled close to his chest with his arms wrapped securely around them. He was staring out at the sky, watching as the rain pelted the glass, eyes thoughtful and expression unreadable.
All of Stiles’ anger, his rage, his uncontrollable urge to swat Derek on the nose with a rolled up newspaper evaporated.
“Are you kidding me?” Were Stiles first words and he saw how they made Derek’s shoulders tense in surprise but the alpha did not move other than that. He didn’t turn around or acknowledge Stiles. He was probably afraid of saying something that would make matters worse.
“I find you like this.” The smallest movement… Derek ducking his head, gaze averting from the sky down to the muddy and wet ground outside. Stiles stepped closer, rolling his eyes, “Jeez, what if the hipsters find you and take you away, claiming you as their own? Do you know where that would leave me? In skinny jeans because I’d have to infiltrate their cult in order to sneak you out. Do you know how bad I look in skinny jeans?”
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