#iscarusholmes

[ilya-roza]

Uh so I just felt like everyone needed to see this addition because. Yeah.

[geneslovee]

sry to burst into ur dope personal museum blog and slap my likes all over stuff but 10/10 best vibes would make a cup of tea 4 u thx

HFGSHFKS no no i welcome all in my little museum its free admission <333

[elisela]

this week has been A Week amiright. hope u know ur loved and thought of (affectionately). anyways here's sterek. ≖‿≖ first that comes to mind is: stiles sleeps like a cat, either curled up in a small little ball or luxuriously lounging across spaces one normally wouldn't use as a bed and he sleeps all. the time. just quick little power naps here and there- he'll say stuff like 'im just resting my eyes'. and derek realises he only does that at his loft cos it's where he feels safe ( . .)φ__

stiles is absolutely a champion sleeper and i love the idea of him being like "no i'm just resting my eyes, was up all night on the computer, you know" and five seconds later he's got his mouth wide open and is snoring

💌 it’s send eli head canons night 💌

[fdelopera]

hi ur mk analysis posts gave me so many feels. i am honoured to have read them and so so grateful you posted them. you put the words together in a superb way and im rereading them over and over and yelling at tumblr for not letting me heart posts more than once.

@iscarusholmes Oh. Oh my goodness. Thank you. I’m so glad! Moon Knight has honestly helped me process and make sense of things that I have been dealing with for … well, for a very long time. And it is the MOST amazing thing that sharing these experiences is helpful for other people. If my experiences can help someone else, then it means that they’ve been worth it. That they have meaning. So thank you. <3 <3 <3

[isthatbloodonhisshirt]

hello. i just started reading The Soul Knows What The Heart Wants and. and. and. fam im like only 5 chapters in and. wow your writing style, the details, the fact that even before stiles figured out derek hale was the wolf he already had given his whole heart to a lonely lost soul. the way stiles wears his heart on his sleeve. the way derek hasn’t been able to say words yet so nothing shows up on stiles’ skin. literally i was just in tears thinking about what Derek’s first words to stiles could be . im obsessed. thank you, oh my god thank you for writing this. THANK YOU. THANK YOU!

;~; Dude this is such a nice ask, I can’t even ;~; Thank you so much, seriously, this is so, so nice! I’m so glad that you like the fic and I hope you enjoyed it all the way to the end! It was fun to write, and while I know everyone was screaming at Stiles for where his soulmark was, boyo was just a little distraught at the time and didn’t think to check there XD 

But seriously, thank you so much, I really appreciate this <3<3<3<3<3<3

[kaistrex]

for the fic writers ask!! 11 & 20 !!

11) Give us an excerpt of your current WIP!

It's really tough for me to pick excerpts because my WIPs are mostly made up of incoherent/incomplete sentences that I'm sure no one else can make sense of 😂 But I managed to find this section from my Lonely Stiles WIP that has minimal blanks in it! Taken from the opening scene.

“Stiles! Call Derek!” Scott yells, tossing his phone through the air.

Stiles winces as it skitters along the ground and dives for it, thinking in times like these it would be so much more helpful if he had Derek’s number in his own phone. The problem is he’s way too scared to ask. He feverishly scrolls through Scott’s contacts as the _____ grabs Scott by the ankle and tosses him halfway across the lot like a ragdoll, Allison over by her car and frantically rummaging around in the trunk.

“What?” comes the terse voice on the other end of the phone as soon as the call connects, and it’s times like these that Stiles is glad of Derek’s aversion to pleasantries.

“Derek, we need your help!”

The black figure has just thrown Scott so hard against a brick wall that its a miracle he didn’t go crashing straight through it, and now it’s advancing on Stiles, apparently deciding he’s enjoyed the sidelines long enough and deserves a taste of the action.

“Oh, shit! Theatre parking lot on Elm!” he yells into the phone and then trips backward on nothing, flails, and crashes to the ground. He’s only saved from a mauling by a well-timed arrow from the bow Allison has finally dug up from the trunk of her car. The arrow glances off its shoulder though, scales too thick of an armour, and just seems to make it angry. It advances on Allison instead, and though she has better luck at backing up than Stiles, she has to dodge a swipe from its barbed tail by diving behind the nearest car. Scott leaps on the thing’s back, getting spun around and around and around as it tries to throw him off. He ends up slammed backwards against the door of a nearby pickup and he crumples, the wind knocked out of him.

Stiles casts around for a weapon like he might find a handy baseball bat lying on the ground

A dark shape streaks by him, a breeze from the speed with which Derek passes ruffling his hair. Derek leaps, somersaulting through the air, and with one twist, the beast’s head comes off in his hands. Stiles is expecting a fountain of blood or something equally disgusting, but as the body drops to its knees, something like ash seems to be ______ as it disintegrates. Scales, Stiles realises, drifting away on the breeze until there’s nothing left.

They’re all left there panting in the wake of it, standing - or in Stiles’ case, sprawling - in the aftermath until he’s the first, unsurprisingly, to find some words.

“What the hell was that?!”

Derek shrugs. “It’s dead now.”

(I wasn't sure what the monster they're fighting would be when I first wrote this, but I've since worked it out, so those mentions need to change!)

20) Make up your own question!

Do you mean you want me to come up with something? 🤔

I don't know about a question, but as for a random piece of info that I remembered recently, my fic Home originally started out as a parallel universe fic before it became a time travel one. It was going to be alive Hale family in one universe, but it felt way too dark to tackle them being dead in the other, and it ended up turning to time travel instead. I like it a whole lot better the way it turned out 😊

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Thanks for the ask!! 💖

[sterek]

i hope u have a good day

Thank you, love, that's very sweet! You too 💛

[ilya-roza]

im thinking about hugs tonight. here you go.

Steven Grant Hugs are the very best thing in the whole universe. Steven Grant hugs with all he’s worth, with his entire heart, and it’s how he hugs people he loves every single time. he hugs like a bear or a sloth, arms wrapped tight and fingers clasping and he takes a big ol deep breath and he holds on as he rocks ever so slightly from side to side. he hugs like he never ever wants to forget that moment, that particular embrace, like he wants it seared into his mind forever. steven grant hugs like a man who loves hugs and isn’t on the receiving end of NEAR as many as he needs. (get that boy a weighted blanket. i had this thought and later read one of @fdelopera ‘s posts that completely validated it and flawlessly stated this opinion) Steven Grant Hugs always end with a big ol grin can linger for hours.

Marc Spector… hugs slower. often times it starts out as a more of a side hug, a shortened and roundabout version that can convey Just Enough affection (without giving away exactly how much affection there might be) but if given proper time and space to blossom could become a full-on all encompassing heart-shatteringly warm hug. Marc Spector loves to hold the people he treasures very, very close to his chest- it makes him feel the safest, then, when he knows the things he loves are also safe right there in his arms. he doesn’t seek out hugs but rather opportunities to give them, he hugs for the sake of holding another and finds comfort there. ( he often squeezes all the breath out of those on the receiving end entirely on accident. ) During one of these True Marc Spector Hugs, the huggee is trapped and it is illegal to be the first one to move because if Steven is the poster-boy for ‘wants hugs but never gets them’, then Marc is the poster-boy for ‘wants hugs so badly that any physical display of affection lasting longer than thirty seconds has him violently uncomfortable and flinching away’. Marc Spector hugs end just as slowly as they begin, pulling backwards shoulders first, then forearms, and last to disconnect are his hands.

Jake Lockley hugs are somethin’ special. Jake Lockley sings to the tune of his own heart and his hugs are a reflection of that- he seems to know just the right sort of hug to dole out on any and every occasion. But if pressed ? Jake Lockley loves to give hugs from behind. He loves to fold his hands protectively over the left side of someone’s chest and feel the life fluttering and beating beneath his palms. he likes to lean his head against the back of a neck and pause time, closing his eyes when the lump in his throat gets too hard to swallow. Jake Lockley likes to be able to hide his face when he hugs, and sometimes his shoulders tremble just the littlest bit, but then he’ll clasp his hands together and lean backwards, lifting whoever he’s hugging off the floor just an inch or so to shake some laughter back in, to make sure when he pulls away there are smiles reflecting back at him. He always clasps a hand on a shoulder before completely ending the embrace.

this.. got a bit ramble-y, sorry, but yes. these are my thoughts here you are i am laying them at your feet like an offering. and then running away back into the forest

THIS IS. THE SINGLE GREATEST OFFERING I'VE EVER BEEN GIVEN.

I HAVE NOTHING TO ADD, YOUR HONOR.