#beta wolf

[swarmof2billionlocusts]

Yall think she’ll say yes 🙏🙏

[my-introvert-hideout]

Overthinking Balto, Part 1: Representation of Pack Dynamics

This only covers the first movie. Most people don't like the second and third, myself included, and the presence of the wolf pack in Wolf Quest makes this post pointless. Balto 2 and 3 are not really accepted as canon to me. Yes, it is mostly because I'm petty.

There is a giant misconception about wolf pack dynamics. Studies of captive wolves in the 1930s formed the basis for the traditional alpha hierarchy model. This ranking system is really only seen among wolves that have been reintroduced to Yellowstone National Park. (If you don't know these terms, here's a basic run-down:)

Alpha: These are the "top dogs" that eat first and leads the pack more or less by force. Alpha males have their pick of mates and must fight off challengers to retain his position. Alpha females achieve this rank by being the alpha male's mate generally and aren't necessarily the most dominantly aggressive female in the pack.

Beta: They act as the "second-in-command" and eat after the alphas but generally do not breed.

Subordinates: This is the metaphorical "middle class." Most wolves rank here and thus establish hierarchy amongst themselves.

Omega: Perhaps the most well-known role (aside from alpha) is this one. Typically the runt of the litter, it is weaker and smaller than the others, living on the edges of the social circle. They eat last and are often take the brunt of violence or bullying. Some are even described as having noticeable patches of fur missing, and scabbing-over wounds from their packmates.

The idea was created by David Mech, who then spent many years studying wolf packs in the wild after he realized the flaws in his research technique. Contrary to popular belief, wolf packs are family units. The most dominant pair are the parents, with the other members consisting of their pups and sometimes unrelated lone wolves who were allowed to join. Hierarchy is based mainly on seniority, not who wins a fight. As many have stated, calling wolves alphas is like calling human parents alphas of their family. So now that we've debunked alphas, what about the other ranks? "Betas" are often just the oldest pups of the pack, and therefore have the second most authority - which makes sense. Social dynamics here are fluid, however, as one day or in one situation, a "beta" may be dominant to their littermate, but not the next day or in another situation. They are remarkably similar to humans, in this respect. The "subordinates" mostly are juveniles or pups, and the traditional model gets the interactions pretty much correct here. But again, the hierarchy within this section is fluid, not nearly as regimented or "official" as we think. Wolves occupying the “omega” position are not shamed or striving to rise up the ranks, they simply rank lowest, typically due to size and strength. If unrelated wolves are accepted into the pack, this is often the role that they play, which could explain their being treated with a bite more aloofness. The stereotype of the "bullied omega" is almost completely fabricated. There are mixed results of it happening in captivity, and it is non-existent in naturally occurring wild wolf packs. (In some cases, though, the “omega” will be driven from the pack if they consistently challenge senior wolves, or if they're of little use in the hunt or when protecting resources.) Most "aggression" from the breeding pair is technically a parent disciplining their pup, and between the pups, this "aggression" is simply playing. Because wolves have such tough skin and thick fur, they are able to withstand these "attacks" which rarely cause actual damage. Humans simply interpret this roughhousing as violent. The most obvious example of this is in relation to the lowest-ranking wolf, who instead of being viciously attacked, is considered the "comedic relief" and instigator of playtime. Hierarchal eating also isn't present in organic wolf packs, and "David Mech explains that wolves do not have a great deal of dominance behavior within the pack; many of the identified behaviors are food related. Wolves will beg for food from each other as an act of submission, but research indicates the submission may be just as significant as the dominance and have more to do with promoting relationships than actual pack rank" (What Happens to the Old Wolf Pack Leader?).

Obviously, there is a big difference here. Now, as it relates to Balto... No one is surprised that the sled team demonstrates the archaic way of thinking about wolf pack interactions. Steele is the alpha, Kaltag and Nikki are the betas, the three other unnamed dogs are the subordinates, with Star as the omega. (How many times is he reprimanded throughout the movie, often being physically hit? Yeah.) Now, the only wolf pack we really see appears much more in line with what wild wolves really act like. Instead of adults coming together each winter and fighting for dominance, we see a large wolf, two smaller ones, and a pup. This is clearly meant to be a family.

Side Note: A favorite headcanon of mine is that these are Balto's relatives. More specifically, one of his littermates' packs. Lemme know if you wanna go down this rabbit hole because I have a lot here! I mean, like, a WHOLE backstory for Balto and his family.

This next point can be explained by the fact that we're supposed to root for Balto as the protagonist, so they had to make him likeable, but he is much warmer and less domineering in the way he leads the rest of the sled team, reflecting an actual wolf pack relationship. He's the dominant one because he knows more than they do, not because he intimidates and scares them. This movie not only does a great job teaching lessons of self-acceptance (especially to interracial children), but also defines what leadership actually is (instead of dictatorship). All in all, I just think it's really interesting that they applied this stereotypical cutthroat, "bad guy" wolf hierarchy to the just, "good guy" dogs. We don't actually see many wolves (pure or not) in the movie, but the filmmakers still did an excellent job in - accurately - portraying them indirectly.

[inkskinned]

at some point it's just like. do they even fucking like the thing they're asking AI to make? "oh we'll just use AI for all the scripts" "we'll just use AI for art" "no worries AI can write this book" "oh, AI could easily design this"

like... it's so clear they've never stood in the middle of an art museum and felt like crying, looking at a piece that somehow cuts into your marrow even though the artist and you are separated by space and time. they've never looked at a poem - once, twice, three times - just because the words feel like a fired gun, something too-close, clanging behind your eyes. they've never gotten to the end of the movie and had to arrive, blinking, back into their body, laughing a little because they were holding their breath without realizing.

"oh AI can mimic style" "AI can mimic emotion" "AI can mimic you and your job is almost gone, kid."

... how do i explain to you - you can make AI that does a perfect job of imitating me. you could disseminate it through the entire world and make so much money, using my works and my ideas and my everything.

and i'd still keep writing.

i don't know there's a word for it. in high school, we become aware that the way we feel about our artform is a cliche - it's like breathing. over and over, artists all feel the same thing. "i write because i need to" and "my music is how i speak" and "i make art because it's either that or i stop existing." it is such a common experience, the violence and immediacy we mean behind it is like breathing to me - comes out like a useless understatement. it's a cliche because we all feel it, not because the experience isn't actually persistent. so many of us have this ... fluttering urgency behind our ribs.

i'm not doing it for the money. for a star on the ground in some city i've never visited. i am doing it because when i was seven i started taking notebooks with me on walks. i am doing it because in second grade i wrote a poem and stood up in front of my whole class to read it out while i shook with nerves. i am doing it because i spent high school scribbling all my feelings down. i am doing it for the 16 year old me and the 18 year old me and the today-me, how we can never put the pen down. you can take me down to a subatomic layer, eviscerate me - and never find the source of it; it is of me. when i was 19 i named this blog inkskinned because i was dramatic and lonely and it felt like the only thing that was actually permanently-true about me was that this is what is inside of me, that the words come up over everything, coat everything, bloom their little twilight arias into every nook and corner and alley

"we're gonna replace you". that is okay. you think that i am writing to fill a space. that someone said JOB OPENING: Writer Needed, and i wrote to answer. you think one raindrop replaces another, and i think they're both just falling. you think art has a place, that is simply arrives on walls when it is needed, that is only ever on demand, perfect, easily requested. you see "audience spending" and "marketability" and "multi-line merch opportunity"

and i see a kid drowning. i am writing to make her a boat. i am writing because what used to be a river raft has long become a fully-rigged ship. i am writing because you can fucking rip this out of my cold dead clammy hands and i will still come back as a ghost and i will still be penning poems about it.

it isn't even love. the word we use the most i think is "passion". devotion, obsession, necessity. my favorite little fact about the magic of artists - "abracadabra" means i create as i speak. we make because it sluices out of us. because we look down and our hands are somehow already busy. because it was the first thing we knew and it is our backbone and heartbreak and everything. because we have given up well-paying jobs and a "real life" and the approval of our parents. we create because - the cliche again. it's like breathing. we create because we must.

you create because you're greedy.

[jade-bright]

"Canon" Era Sterek

Derek: I don't always make great decisions under pressure

*In the Stilinski home*

Stiles: What the hell is going on!?

The wonder betas in the living room: 🙂🙂🙂

Derek: I got us a pack

[takaraphoenix]

Sometimes I have to sit down and sit with the overwhelming anger about all they took from Derek.

I don't even mean the Hale Fire and Laura.

He was an Alpha and he was slowly growing a pack. And the writers went "lol no" and killed Erica and forced Derek to kill Boyd and made Isaac join Scott and then they took his Alpha powers away too.

And then they gave Scott Alpha powers and just... took that from Derek.

The Hale Pack had been in that city for so long and they took that away, erased the Hale Pack by making it the McCall Pack, they took the last thing that Derek had left from him to give it to Scott, his territory and the title of pack of Beacon Hills.

And it's just so devastating that they didn't have to.

There could have been two packs. The Hale Pack and the McCall Pack could have coexisted, aiding each other. Heck, it would have added an interesting dynamic to the story.

But they just... kept taking everything away from Derek and sometimes, that thought wrecks me.

And that's why I'll never write beta Derek, that's why I cling onto the Hale Pack with everything I have, because Derek already lost everything else, he deserved to heal and to regain the Hale Pack, to build a future.

[celestialvoid-fanfiction]

Stiles (to Derek): You have the trifecta of betas. Stiles: *points at Boyd* Mansplain. Stiles: *points at Erica* Manipulate. Stiles: *points at Isaac* Manwhore. Isaac: Hey! Stiles: *raises an eyebrow* Isaac: Just because it's true doesn't mean it doesn't hurt.

[casually-eat-my-soul]

I keep thinking about jealous pining desperate Stiles and Derek

But like specifically Stiles Seeing Derek kiss someone else.

Stiles goes to visit Derek at his loft and he walks into a scene from a hallmark movie. Derek is kissing some random women under fairy lights to the back drop of a sunset. Stiles feels like someone plunged their hand through his heart and infected with body with ice. He genuinely feels sick to his stomach.

Derek looks down at said person with a soft smile, thinking that this time he can be safe. Before turning and seeing Stiles. They lock eyes and stiles is so visibly distraught. Like in the “where’s my dad scene”. One tear sliding down his face, hands clenched, grasping at his chest as if to rip his heart out.

And Derek knows he fucked up, but he doesn’t know how. All he sees is Stiles in distress and he needs to fix it. Stiles base scent has changed in a split second, now deeply intertwined with misery. He immediately moves from his love interest towards Stiles. But Stiles won’t let Derek comfort him. When Derek grasps his wrists, He tries to pull away.

Stiles is inconsolable at this point, choking on his sobs, barely able to breathe, barely able to see. This only makes Derek more desperate, he’s trying to pull stiles into a hug but Stiles keeps fighting him. Derek’s mind is racing with an explain on why stiles is falling apart in front of him. He thinks of Scott and the sheriff, praying that they are both still alive. He’s now genuinely begging stiles to let him help, to tell him what’s wrong, but stiles keeps pushing Derek away.

Derek’s love interest moves to help but stiles screams when she touches him. In his shock Derek stumbles away from Stiles, but not before ripping her arm off of Stiles.

The room freezes as the both of them are just staring at each other, stiles still sobbing, Derek shaking with adrenaline or fear he doesn’t know. Before Stiles turns and runs out of his loft.

And then nothing is like it used to be. Not like the summer they spent together, not even like the days of when they first met. Stiles is so different with him. Derek can’t remember the last time he saw stiles smile, or his eyes. All he can see is the eyebags that match his own and bitten bloody lips. He barely speaks to Derek and when he does is tone is soft and flat. They no longer banter back and forth with each other exchanging friendly insults. He is a ghost of the stiles that Derek knew.

Stiles doesn’t reach out and touch him anymore, not in camaraderie or comfort. Derek’s skin is devoid of stiles scent. His scent hasn’t changed from that night, now overcome with depression, pain, and tears. But even so Derek would still prefer to carry it with him. Derek feels like he is watching stiles die.

And Derek is ripping his hair out of his skull. He going insane. He has tried to talk to stiles but at meetings Stiles wouldn’t even look at him, and the Stilinski house has been lined with wolfsbane.

He goes to Scott and Lydia for advice, or understanding, fuck at this point he’d even take a stupid riddle. But scott just twists his lips in disappointment while Lydia glares at him with more hatred than she does Peter. Which is really saying something.

Derek is getting more frantic as days pass and nothing changes. It’s starting to affect the pack. The betas are more snappy and uncomfortable. Derek, himself is having a had time keeping his shift under control. Anger isn’t helping, if only it’s making it worse, more feral.

This costs Derek.

One night when the pack is fighting the next big bad. Derek’s sleepless nights and being distracted nearly gets him killed. He only wishes he could go back to that day, he would spend it, from sunrise to sunset with Stiles. Just making him laugh and smile.

The last thing he sees before he collapses is Stiles eyes in the moonlight, glistening with tears, same as that night. Beautiful all the same. But still Derek smiles. He is at peace knowing that this will be the last thing he sees.

But he wakes up, and all he has of stiles is traces of his scent on his skin. Derek roars in anguish. He can feel his betas trying to hold him down, he can hear them screaming but it all fades to white noise. He understands nothing at this current moment but loss. His wolf won’t stop howling.

He doesn’t fight the pull of the wolf, as he falls under his instincts. At the back of his head he knows that the people he is fighting are his pack mate, his own betas. The smell of blood affronts his senses. But nothing can be felt but violent grief.

The wolves in his den are wary and hesitant to fight him, as they should be. He can hear more wolves coming, and the deafening heartbeat of prey. He snarls at the prey that moves closer to him, fulling intending the go for the kill. As he pounces on the prey pressing him to the ground, teeth reaching to sink into his neck, he feels Stiles hands on his chest and he stops. The scent of Stiles is all around him, and Derek presses his face to his neck. Keeping Stiles pinned to the ground.

Thus way stiles cannot escape, cannot leave Derek grappling with the thought of losing him. Another wolf tries to get closer, reaching for stiles but Derek snarls at him. Stiles talks to the wolf, —

“Don’t worry about it Scotty, I got it from here”

“You sure dude?”

“Yeah, take the wonder trio and get out of here. We’re good.”

— as Derek pulls him into his lap, face still pressed into the junction between neck and shoulder. Not even willing to miss even the vibrations of Stiles voice. The wolves leave and Derek can finally relax and enjoy the presence of Stiles.

Derek feels overwhelmed, after weeks of not interacting with Stiles he is now surrounded by him. His hands run through Derek’s hair, his voice floats in the air, his scent finally intermingling with his own. This idea of losing the heat of stiles body pressed against his, makes Derek pull stiles even closer.

He doesn’t know how long they sit together but when he comes out of the fog. Derek breaks. A complete reversal of the night he lost stiles. Derek is crying in ernest, pleading and apologizing over and over again. Stiles is hesitant when he places his hands on Derek cheek. But when Derek leans into it Stiles begins to wipe the tears from his face.

They both face each other with open expressions. Stiles struggles to finds words to explain to Derek but all he can get out is a broken repeat of Derek’s own apology.

Derek felt as if his heart couldn’t know anymore pain, but as Stiles choked out an apology he could feel another piece break. Derek was just relived that stiles was finally letting him comfort him. Derek pressed their foreheads together and took a deep breath. Waiting for stiles to following along with his breathing. When they both calmed down stiles Slumped exhausted into his chest. With a heavy limbs Derek picked him up and carried him to the bed. Derek’s bed.

Neither of them need to speak durning this time. Derek was reluctant to set Stiles down, to let go for even a second. Instead he settled for watching Stiles as they both undressed and fell into the bed. Finally after weeks of sleepless nights, unrest and nightmares, they both full asleep wrapped in each others arms.

Derek refuse to open his eyes when he awakes. Afraid that when he does, Stiles will be gone and this would be a cruel dream. So he keeps them closed even when he hear Stiles breathe hitch. Even as he hears his heartbeat pick up. Even as stiles trails his fingers over Derek’s face. But he does open them as stiles presses a kiss to his lips.

Derek kisses him back just as fiercely. And this leads to teary confessions — “Don’t fucking lie to me Derek please, I can’t take it, don’t fucking kiss me out of pity.”

“Never out of pity, Mi Vida, I never wish to part from you even again, I love you, Mieczyslaw, truly. I can finally breathe again.” — They spend the day in bed, only leaving to eat. Even then they are always touching the other in some way.

After this Scott and Lydia pull Derek aside and threaten him with extreme violence. Peter joyfully welcomes stiles to the family.

(Honestly this was a whole train wreck. I also had another idea/version where this was happening during the nogistune. Where Stiles goes over to Derek’s loft as the darkness around his heart fills heavier that day and he sees Derek kiss someone else. The this is what finally pushes stiles over and allows the nogistune to fully take over. And Derek is forced to listen to the fox gleefully tell him that this action nearly broke Stiles. That while turning feral Derek has to learn that his actions cost him another person he loves. That because of this stiles and Derek are turning into twisted version of themselves. But honestly a fox should have never underestimated how far a wolf would go for their mate)

My bad for the long post but if you made it to the end, welcome to the trenches and suffering in the misery with me.

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Do you know a fanfic where Stiles is an omega fox and Derek is an alpha wolf and they need to get married to save their kingdoms from the war between them? I read this somewhere but I can't find it.

Hi @titidebengala! @wolfybae found this one.

The Lost Kingdom of Lis by queen_of_OTPs

(1/1 I 10,056 I Teen I Sterek)

Stiles was thankful that Lis was a private and isolated kingdom, so no one in the other lands he was sure to travel to would know his face. Not the characteristic set of moles on his jaw, or the bright honey-golden eyes that shone like spun gold in the sun, nor the characteristic babble that the servants in the palace had found endearing. He was allowed to recreate himself, just as a smith was allowed to reforge a blade after a harsh battle.

Stiles was going to take every opportunity thrown his way, and make himself grow.

AND

@render-me-usless and @anowlnamedpig suggested this one!

The Fox & The Wolf by Dexterous_Sinistrous

(10/10 I 79,151 I Explicit I Sterek)

The war between the fox and wolf clans has raged for centuries, ignited in a time before anyone can remember. Now both clans—tired of the bloodshed and hate—are searching for a way to end the war.

Crowned prince Stiles Stilinski—heir to the fox clan—has agreed with his father to meet with the Hales, the ruling royal family over the wolf clan. Under the counseling of the Druids, both clans are presented with a solution to the war: unite the Stilinski and Hale clans through marriage. To quell their people's anger, both Stiles and Derek—eldest living Hale Alpha—are urged to accept the other as an equal; as their mate.

For the sake of their people, both houses make the ultimate sacrifice by choosing duty over love. But, out of what was first assumed to be compromised, quickly turns to be a better match than either could have hoped for. But not all is easy for either clan, as some members refuse to believe that the war could end so easily.

[incorrectsterekquotes]

[season 2] erica: I've got my leather jacket. I've got my boys... good to go. derek: We are not your boys. boyd: Yes, we are. isaac: Yeah, we are. stiles: yes, you are.

[homemadesterekpie]

this art but its baby Stiles encountering Alpha Talia Hale in the preserve and she’s on the tail of two hunters but she got distracted by the scent of this tiny thing of a human who’s all alone in the preserve.

she’s so surprised she doesn’t even change back and they stare at eachother until Stiles just giggles and points to a spot to his left. Talia scents towards where he’s pointing and yep she can smell the hunters. they probably got distracted by the child too and tried to hide as best they could.

Talia approaches the child slowly and makes sure his scent stays without fear. when she gets to him she nudges the child so he turns around, facing away from the hunters. she then leaves him to deal with the hunters, quick and quiet. they can deal with their bodies later.

she walks back to the child who obediently stayed in the position she left him in. this time when she gets close the child lifts his tiny arms up in the general “pick me up” gesture and Talia picks him up in her big wolf like arms and the boy immediately settles his head on her shoulder and she rumbles a low sound, the one she makes when she’s putting her own cubs to sleep or to sooth them. this poor boy’s parents must be worried sick. better to get him home as soon as possible.

[dangerouscoffeetheorist]

I've been rewatching Teen Wolf - does anyone want a 15k Thaim, Theo finding a family with Melissa and Chris, pack fluff fic because I have thoughts and an obsession 😅😅

Does anyone still care about teen wolf?

Anyone want to read it I'm having major doubts about it

[danisdistant]

sunday - your past sins are meaningless now - part one

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sunday x stellaronhunter!reader

although it was only three days, it felt almost eternal when you’re locked up in a dark room. it doesn’t help that hunger has been gnawing away inside his body.

jade had been checking up on him periodically from time to time to remind him that her offer still stands. even hours before the trial was in preparation, she gave him one last chance. granted, her patience was growing thin.

“are you really going to die like this, sunday?” she said, walking up to him as she lifted his chin. he was already pale-skinned, but even in the dark she could tell he was almost as white as a ghost.

even with this confrontation, sunday refused to maintain eye contact with her. “i’ve told you, for the past three days. i do not want your pity.”

“…well then.” jade sighed, releasing his chin and turned around for the last time. “i’ll go ahead and let the rest know that the trial is still under way.”

“you should already know that your death won’t be quick and painless.”

and just like that, the door shut once more, sealing his faith. sunday felt numb. he knew he could’ve accepted her offer in the first place, at least for robin. but right now, he couldn’t bare to see her face again. not after what he’s done.

he can’t run away from his sins, after all.

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“wow, golden hour is so… golden.” you mumbled, walking around the hustling and bustling city. “it almost makes me feel like i wanna spend all my money on the casinos.”

“yeah yeah. do that and you’ll get caught by the bloodhounds.” silver wolf spoke through the hologram as she crossed her arms. “oh yeah. kafka told me to remind you about her gift. seems like she really wants some new shades.”

“shades huh?” you placed your hand on your chin. “doesn’t she already have like fifteen pairs of them?”

“well yeah, but i’m sure she’d like some from penacony.” she looked around before pointing at a store on the side. “over there, they’re selling some sick looking things.”

“wolfie… that’s a game shop.” you stared at her in disbelief before shaking your head. “unless you want me to get kafka some shades based off some paper birds.”

“anyway, how much time left do i have till i have to break a bird out of its cage?”

“three system hours and twenty-five system minutes.” silver wolf typed something in the air before her relaxed expression turned slightly more serious. “you better start moving [name]. some bloodhounds are getting close.”

“alright. i’ll move and get something for kafka. and a new console for you.”

“haha, that’s what i’m talking about, [name]. alright, i’ll get back to you once you break in. try not to get spotted. i hope you maxed out your stealth points.”

“yeah yeah…” you muttered, turning off the hologram before placing the device into your pocket.

as you set your eyes on the game store, you wondered what kind of games they would be selling in a dream?

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“thirty system minutes.” silver wolf said in your headset as you started to walk to sunday’s supposed location. “apparently, his trial is in about an hour, so security in the area is a lot more tight.”

“should it really matter if i make a big scene or not when i break in?” you mumbled quietly into the mic as you passed by some people. “i mean after all, we’re here for one person. break in, save him from the cage or whatever, and leave.”

“eh, if you’re all in on min-maxing your bounty when you’re caught, i’m fine by it.”

“what?! no way, i’m stuck on 6.9 billion credits.”

you could hear silver wolf’s smirk over the mic. “nice. well, it doesn’t matter anyway. it’s about to go up to 7 billion.”

“hey! you aren’t authorized to enter here.” an ipc guard blocked your way to the entrance of an ipc building. “turn around, or i’ll have to resort to force!”

“7.1 billion. sorry, miscalculated.” silver wolf replied as you pulled out your weapon. “don’t worry, i have the screenshot of your bounty, and i’ll share it with the others. anyway, the guard just called back up. good luck.”

“thanks wolfie. i’ll take it from here.”

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sunday sat still. he was counting the seconds, minutes, and hours, he had left once jade closed the door. he had been stuck in complete silence, minus his own heartbeat and breathing, for four hours now.

as soon as he heard footsteps, he knew that his time was up. he stopped counting. at this point, he wondered if he should finally look at jade in the eye.

“dang it, it’s locked!” an unfamiliar muffled voice came from the other side. his wing twitched, suddenly curious at the foreign voice.

that’s… not what he was expecting at all. was someone else besides jade going to escort him? or is it someone unauthorized trying to break in?

“ugh, i’m just going to brute force it.” the voice said before a loud audible thud filled the room. sunday noticed only a small dent appeared on the metal door.

“dang it, it’ll take me forever to open this!” you groaned as you looked around for some kind of lock or code. you weren’t tight on time, but you did wish to get out of the creepy dark hall and room as fast as possible.

“tsk.” silver wolf clicked her tongue after a brief pause. “if you’d wait a second, you wouldn’t have made yourself noticeable to five other ipc guards. anyway, the code is six-nine-four-two-zero.”

“ok- got it.” quickly, you punched in the numbers and the door opened before you.

you weren’t exactly sure what you were expecting when you heard that sunday was locked up in a room. but, you certainly weren’t expecting him to be chained up in a chair.

“jeez.. the security on you is quite impressive.” you mumbled, causing sunday to finally look at you confused.

“…you’re not the ipc..” he muttered, trying to recall where he has seen your familiar appearance before.

right, you’re a stellaron hunter, specially [name]. he had seen you on the ipc broadcasting channel here and there after your interference with the company.

but, what exactly are you doing here? what exactly are you going to do with a man who’s going to be dead soon?

“nope, not with those suckers.” you smirked slightly, partly listening to silver wolf’s keyboard as she tries to find a way to release the chains. “i’m [name], one of the stellaron hunters if you haven’t heard about me before.”

“right now, your trial is upcoming in a couple of minutes, but i’m here to get you out.” giving a thumbs up, sunday shook his head.

“…don’t. i deserve what i’m going to be charged for, even if it means death.” he muttered, turning away as you looked at him surprised. you were honestly expecting him to be ecstatic to leave.

well, it doesn’t really matter how he feels. after all, the script did say to free him from the chains.

“uhuhh..” you said, listening to the footsteps outside that seem to be getting closer. “well, a little birdie told me to get you out of your chains, is to just snap them.”

“wait- you’ve.. disabled them??” sunday looked at his wrists to realize that the dull purple glow was gone. at a slash of your weapon, both of the chains snapped off his wrists.

he gasped, although he wasn’t sure why. surprise that the chains actually broke? relief that he’s free? or infuriated that a stellaron hunter is helping him?

“alright bird man.” you turned around as more ipc guards appeared at the door, aiming their weapons as you prepared to attack. “i’m going to save you, whether you like it or not.”

really, sunday himself wasn’t sure if he did mind being saved or not.

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“alright, that’s the last guy.” you huffed as the final body fell to the ground with a satisfying thud. “we’ll be leaving penacony as soon as we wake up.”

“and if you’re thinking about running away, i have a small bird keeping my eye on you.” you glared, causing sunday to respond with a small nod.

so, it seems she really is serious about breaking me out and taking me hostage. it’s no secret that the stellaron hunters are planning something.. yet, i’m in no condition to fight and resist. sunday said mentally as he followed you out of the area. although, i wonder who’s the other stellaron hunter she’s referring to as her bird…?

despite his suspicions, sunday believed that the best course of action is to do as you say as the two of you break out.

“alright wolfie, we’re at a safe area. get us out of the dreamscape before more ipc guards catch up to us.” you placed two fingers on your headset as silver wolf gave you the clear.

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[bansheenolan]

maybe.

[blue-the-hedgehog]

I fell into some rabbit hole the other nights about the end of 5x01 of Teen Wolf:

First : we never see Stiles initials on the shelf, not even some weird non readable scribble. Obviously because of the name’s mystery but… funny that the very one who wanted to do this activity is not even on it in any way… bad job again Jeff

Second: I know that Stiles being the Pack mom or his friendship with Derek’s betas is mostly a fanfiction thing but still…I totally pictured Stiles writing Erica’s and Boyd’s initials on the shelf because they would never be able to do it themselves. Maybe next to Derek’s initials. And then a few years later he would sneak in the library with Isaac and Jackson to put theirs too because fuck it they are pack!!

[bericas]

teen wolf au: derek stays deaged (and competes with liam for scott's #1 beta 4everrrr)

[lesbiradshaw]

just watch as i crucify myself.