#painting.roses

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Nyenna ☼ & Teldryn ☾✩

First art of Nyenna and Teldryn for my fic, The World on Our Shoulders! Done by my friend, the most esteemed Painting.Roses on Insta.

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my friend showed me this comic

by @/painting.roses on instagram with the message ‘dare i say steter?’ from which i went on a big fic rant which i’m gonna share here-

stiles being ‘eaten’ by the nogitsuni long before he really knew about the supernatural. simply because his mother really did drown him in the bathtub that one night and the nogi brought him back. As a kid he was forgiving, so ofc he based his reality on his mum so that when his mother died he let his grip slip and the nogitsuni devoured him whole and went back to sleeping in the tree stump in the forest. but magic’s magic and stiles being the spark he is, the nematon bonded with him and kept his body and mind together while it feed off his magic, growing once again from the ground up (stiles trapped in the roots of the tree but very much alive and healthy... just not conscious).

Way Later - (this is a no hale fire thing coz.... i want it to be) peter is drawn to walk into the forest, like something’s calling out to him, and it’s not as though he’s a stranger to the forest because he’s a werewolf, he and his family are Frequent Visitors, but it’s different somehow... the forest seems interested in him.

Vines keep pulling at his clothing whenever he pauses for longer than a moment, leaves shuddering around him even when there’s nothing there to move them, his name a whisper on the wind. the entire forest feels like it’s breathing him in in a way it hadn’t before... until it carves a path for him and eventually he stumbles upon this boy/teen laced into the nematons roots, humming with energy, eyes glowing behind closed eyelids, alive and breathing and healthy but.... not conscious.... or at least in the human sense of the word.

and like the forest recognises him, talks to him... like you know how mushrooms are a massive network? like that. it’s this intrinsic knowledge embedded in him... until eventually stiles. wakes. up.