image ID: ‘I WILL NEVER BE CIS’ inside a rectangle of alternating black and white decorated squares, each with a small symbol (plant life, stars, a key, weather, an eye, a sword, a tooth, a beetle and a fish)
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Λύκε, λύκε μου, καλέ μου...
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On this day, 20 years ago
• the 🇪nd of the dragon sphere •
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come to the dark (necromantic) side. We've got ghosts and sassy one-liners 'n shit.
watercolor on paper
cemetery sterek series pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3
inspo fics under the cut!
Murder, Magic, and a Masterclass in Denial by noxnthea
“No, seriously, I need to talk to you really quick,” Stiles interrupts. “Before Peter gets out here.”
Derek braces himself. “Okay.”
“I need you to make sure I can be alone with the body for a few minutes.”
Derek stares at him. “You get that that’s like…a really weird request, right?”
and You Only Live Once...Or Twice by WonderWolf
“Anything,” Derek’s eyes are determined, boring into Stiles’.
Stiles huffs a laugh, “Careful there, big guy. Don’t want to be promising anything to every necromancer you meet. Some might ask for your soul or someth—”
and Burial Rituals by @aurevell
The necromancer freezes halfway over the fence, stuttering to a halt the second Derek flashes his red eyes. It’s an awkward pose to hold: leg hiked up over the waist-high bars, hands gripping the rail for balance. The fence’s wrought-iron spears dig into his calf a bit as he settles, clearly caught off guard.
“Uh,” he says lamely, his face pale in the scant moonlight. “Shit.”
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just had the realisation Dan probably doesn't have a lint roller
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as a child, I used to wonder where I came from - and the loneliness of stars within the dark void felt familiar and understanding.
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