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skaldyr · 1 month

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Beautiful white wolf sleeping, unknown photographer

#white wolf #white wolves #caninekin #canine kin #wolfkin #wolf kin #wolf sleeping #arctic wolf #arctic wolves

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dozydawn · 4 months

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#red riding hood #ballet #caroline duprot #idk who the wolf is #little red riding hood #sleeping beauty ballet

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tokay-blog · 1 year

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#sketches #fanart #dreamworks #puss in boots #death wolf #wolf #lamb #surely you've seen a YouTube video where a lamb wants attention #but wolf just wants to sleep #x)

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nell0-0 · 4 months

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Had some thoughts about the war from "Hyrule Warriors" when it comes to Linked Universe. That wolf Midna is riding is totally Twilight, so what if it was a post LU Twilight pfpfpf

He was not prepared for the gremlin that was young Time

Not that lacking that comparison helped Warriors any

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howlsnteeth · 5 months

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i guess there's no remedy, own worst enemy

#another bring me the horizon song because it's fun!!!!!!!#i'm seeing them live next year (along with sleep token) yaaay #canine kin #wolf kin #dog kin #howlsnteeth #i've noticed everyone is tagging their art with their name i shhhhould probably do that too !

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arlos-warm-drpepper · 7 months

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Jeff Davis is #1 on my shitlist

#derek hale #teen wolf #fuck jeff davis #I hate Jeff #jeff davis is not a gift #sleep with one eye open #Jeff davis #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek/stiles #derek and stiles #stiles and derek #stiles/derek #stiles stilinksi #dylan o'brien #tyler hoechlin

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respectthewolf · 1 year

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#wolf #gray wolf #canis lupus #wolves #animals #wildlife #nature #snow #winter #sleeping

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teencopandthesourwolf · 1 month

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If he were to be true to himself, which he generally isn't when it comes to this shit, Derek knew he was fucked the very first time he met Stiles Stilinski—no, actually, that's not entirely accurate. It was before that. He was fucked the second he smelled the kid's unique scent hitching a ride on the damp breeze that cut through Beacon Hills preserve on that fateful day, just over two years ago, when Derek stood on his family's land and tapped a claw against the plastic casing of the inhaler he'd found. The inhaler he'd sniffed out from the undergrowth in the middle of the night. The inhaler sitting inside the pocket of his dead Dad's leather jacket that he'd recovered from the ruins of his childhood home. The inhaler he'd returned the day after he played pretend with himself that it had been him who had bitten Scott McCall.

Derek has been playing pretend ever since.

But how is he supposed to pretend now, with the rogue piece of Stiles's clothing screwed up in his fist and him finally home alone in his own apartment? Worse (or better) is the fact that it's the kid's favourite beloved hoodie, the one he wears all the goddamn time which Derek can tell hasn't seen the inside of a washing machine in a while because of the way it reeks of nothing but pure, unadulterated Stiles.

Stiles's red, red hoodie.

Derek's eyes flash blue to remind him of who he is, at the same time as his fangs drop and his short nails extend into yellowed claws. Absently, he thinks of Little Red and The Big Bad Wolf when his form shifts, his resolve shattering like mirror glass as he accepts his seven years of bad luck with grace the moment he shoves his face into the fabric, now releasing that throaty groan that turns to a low growl then into a sex-hungry, shuddering snarl.

He inhales.

Deep; deeply; deeper.

And Derek is lost to Stiles, forever.

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(from my current sterek WIP fic—let me know in the comments if you'd like to be tagged when it's up!)