#duckiel

[incorrectsherlock]

John: Are you decent?

Sherlock: Not morally, but I'm wearing pants, if that's what you're asking.

[the-faultofdaedalus]

I’ve been too chicken to ever talk to you bUT YOUR REMORTAL AU WILL KILL ME AND IT ISNT EVEN A THING YET HELP ME LORD AND MY POOR GOLDEN SON I love all of your things and you’ve made me love Tony Stark so much more than I thought I could thank

BE NOT AFRAID PLEASE I LOVE PEOPLE TALKING TO ME 

ALSO THANK YOU I AM GLAD I AM PROJECTING LOVE FOR TONY SO STRONGLY THAT IT TAKES OVER OTHER PEOPLE

[redhoodedwolf]

duckiel replied to your post “If you're still doing prompts could I request Pirate!au with...”

OHMYGOSH IM SCREAMING I LOVE IT SO MUCH

I’m so glad you enjoyed it!!

[lightsintheskye]

I saw that you were pretty swamped, so here's some love!! (^з^)-<3 wishing you smooth sailing in your endeavors!

D’aww thank you!! 

Hopefully I’ll get permission to show you all what I’ve been working on , though I think the one that’s getting published might not even be available until next year @v@;; But the paintings maybe!! 

[bleep0bleep]

Hello! I was hoping you could help me find a fanfic. It's about stiles being the only person feral!Derek trusts and stiles tries to teach him to speak again by reading him children's books and the reason Derek is feral is because he was electrocuted by hunters. Hope this is enough info to go on... Thank you so much!

Lock All The Doors Behind You by entanglednow (M, 26k) He has no idea what you’re supposed to say when you find one of your…werewolf acquaintances, completely out of their mind, growling like they’re about to see what your insides taste like. There’s no handbook for this. Stiles is thinking that if he survives he might write one.

more feral derek recs

[superwholockthecomic]

It's been amazing to see your style change and grow over the pages of this comic! Do you have any plans at all of going back and redrawing some of the beginning pages?

Thanks! If I had time I would absolutely love to, but it’s not a realistic goal in the near future if I want to keep producing new pages. I’m just not that fast. I might redraw a few as an experiment just to have a neat side-by-side, though. That would be fun.

Honestly, though part of me wishes this comic had a more consistent style throughout (and that readers didn’t have to suffer through bad art to get to the good stuff), I’ve always looked at this comic as a self-education where I learn something from every page. Until my art style kind of mellows out, it wouldn’t make sense to go back and re-draw, you know?

[samandthehoneys]

*DIES* OH MY GOSH THIS IS THE BEST THING IN TH EHISTORY OF THINGS (ALSO I LOVE HOW YOU POTRAY CAS HE IS MY FAVORITE NAOMI SPEAKS THE TRUTH)

THANK YOU I AM HAPPY YOU ARE HAPPY <3

[selfish-cat]

TW Rapila Drabble

Beware the Mother “Dude, why are we here?” Scott asks, trying to keep hisvoice at a whisper.

Stiles arches a brow. “For paintballing? Because you were invited? Because those three decided to side with Cora instead? You’re gonna have to be more specific with your question, bud.”

Scott frowns. “But this is a Hale family thing.”

“That’s a good point. I got a call telling me to bring you guys here and that’s about it. Here, let me ask.” He turns around and nudges Derek. “Hey, so why are we here again? What’s all this about?”

Derek takes a moment from checking his gear to say, “Paintballing.”

He makes an indignant face. “Yes, I got that. Thanks. But why?”

“This is what we do to see who gets to assign chores for the next year. Me and Cora are still under 20, so we get three team mates. Laura and Uncle Peter get one.”

“But Uncle Peter never uses it,” Cora interjects. “We don’t know if it’s because he’s that confident or because he doesn’t have any friends.”

Everyone within earshot immediately gives him a look.

Stiles frowns, affronted. “Oh my god, I wasn’t gonna say anything.”

Not while Peter’s around, he mentally adds.

“And mom and dad are on the same team,” Derek continues. “They win every year somehow.”

“Ah, so you invited Allison because she hunts and Scott’s just here as an awkwardness buffer,” Stiles says, nodding his head in understanding. He laughs and ruffles his pouting friend’s hair. “It’s harsh, bro, but totally justified.”

“Hey, Uncle Peter,” Laura says, strolling across the room in her gear, “if I get you out this year, guess who’ll be singing ‘Queen Laura, Best of the Best, and So Much Better than Peter’?”

Peter scoffs. “That sounds like a terrible song, Laura. Good thing I won’t ever have to sing it.” -- He ends up hiding behind a bush with Scott. “It’s like we’re still benchwarmers even though we’re on the field,” he mutters. “By the way, has Allison ever mentioned what she hunted? Because that’s people hunting, not animal hunting.”

In the opening in front of them, Allison ducks and rolls out of the way while shooting. She smirks when Isaac looks down at the paint splatters on his chest. “Better luck next time.”

Throwing his gun down, Isaac frowns and walks towards the side, passing the two of them. He pauses when he notices them before shaking his head. “How do you two losers even survive?”

“By having Allison on our team,” Scott replies before turning to Stiles for approval.

It’s not the kind of comeback he was thinking of but decides to roll with it. “Seems to be working pretty well considering she just got Erica out.”

“So do you two just plan on sitting here?” Isaac asks.

“Maybe? We’re just riding this out, bro,” Stiles says.

Rolling his eyes, Isaac leaves.

The two of them go back to watching only to see Cora and Derek in a face-off.

“Oh my god, we can totally get Cora from here,” Stiles says.

“But isn’t that unfair?” Scott asks.

“All’s fair in love and war, dude.”

“But she won’t know what hit her.”

“Yeah, that’s the point.”

“Fine, but you do it.”

“Me? Why me? You do it.”

“But it was your idea!”

“Yeah, but Cora will actually kill me!”

“I wouldn’t worry about that,” a new voice suddenly says. The two of them turn to see Talia Hale standing there, smiling. “Hello, boys.” -- “Dude. We got shot by Derek’s mom,” Scott says in an incredulous whisper.

“I know. I was there,” Stiles mutters, taking his gear off. “How did she even sneak up on us? I can’t believe they ambushed their own kids like that.” He turns to Allison. “Who got you out?”

“I got hit by a stray pellet from Laura and Peter’s showdown,” she says with a frown. “It was an amateur mistake.”

Stiles burrows his brows. “Amateur—Allison, are you and your family contract killers?”

Allison laughs and doesn’t answer.

Alarming.

They’re all sitting around and waiting when the door opens and Peter walks in, sulking and covered in paint. He’s followed by Talia, who smiles and pats him on the back. “Maybe next year, baby bro.”

Ah, so that’s where Laura gets it from.

“So that concludes this year’s Hale Chore Master Contest. Once again, we won,” Talia announces. “I hope you all had fun. This year’s MVP has to be Allison Argent for her amazing performance in the field. Chris has trained you well.”

Scott and Stiles exchange looks at that. Then they turn to look at Allison who merely smiles back.

“I’d like to thank everyone for coming out,” Talia continues. “Dinner’s on us tonight.”

“Wait, before we go, I’ve got something to say,” Laura suddenly interrupts. She sends Peter a glare and mouths ‘I hate you’ before taking a deep breath and bursting into song. “All hail Peter Hale, lord and ruler of the little Hales…”