Independent canon divergent roleplay blog for Derek Hale.
Mun 25. NSFW & triggering content can be found here. Tags will be used but read mores will not. Read the rules.
Tracking: triskelion
Written by Satan.
Skype: aequitas.murph
Previously: caringxnature
Other blogs:Stiles Stilinski-TellerPeter Hale
Artwork found HERE & HERE.
R U L E S --
Call me Satan. Male pronouns (he/him/his). 25.
✖ All icons are mine. Do not use them for your own personal use.
✖ Please note that this blog DOES NOT recognize Malia Tate as a Hale. Do not talk to Derek as if they are related, he will act confused or simply not reply at all.
✖ The reason that I call myself ‘selective’ is not to be a gross elitist or because I’m fancy. I just get scatterbrained and overwhelmed with a cluttered dash so I may not always follow back or accept all roleplays. I have a lot of accounts and I don’t want to keep people waiting too long. Also I don’t click with everyone writing wise so understand that right now and we won’t have a problem. I am also not here to babysit. I have a right to control what I see on my dash.
If you want the in depth answer as to reasons I’d unfollow – check it here.
✖ Icon/Gif Chat/Para/Novella length interactions are welcome. Formatting isn’t important (a part from the need to reblog as text instead of as a link) but proper grammar and punctuation are essential. Additionally: you are welcome to reply to ask memes but not required.
✖ Crossover and Alternate Universe/Canon are welcome here. Original Characters are accepted but please make sure that you have an about page that I may read to understand the muse. If you are an OC without an about page, I will not interact with you.
I will write with multiples of the same muse, there is no exclusivity here. I am more than happy and willing to interact with other Derek blogs as well. Normal interactions or selfcest if desired. I’m pretty chill. Twins too, come at me bros. I will love you.
✖ Inbox is always open for potential in character interactions as well as plotting. No hate or negative messages will be posted on this blog. The moment it is received it will be deleted unless I get a kick out of it. In character hate however is fine. If your muse does not like my character, let them brawl!
✖ This is a multi-ship blog. I have no preference of male, female, non-binary, transgender, or intersex muses for my muse to be with. I play Derek very much as pansexual. Relationships with chemistry may develop if the characters mesh.
Please note that I do not automatically ship. We need to feel it out first. I might be shipping trash but I still don’t ship with everyone that comes along. I do not just do shipping relationships. I am open to friends, enemies, family bonds, etc. Variety of relations are out there and I would like to pursue them all.
The law here: P L E A S E do not attempt to force ships on me. I won’t accept that shit.
If you are under the age of 18 I will not ship with you. I am 25 and that is fucking awkward for me whether there are sexual themes or not. It won’t be happening. Sorry but it is very uncomfortable.
✖ Mun is of age. All NSFW will be tagged but not put beneath a read more. This is so that all sides of a thread will not be lost if a mun decides to later delete their character. NSFW material can be triggering but will be tagged. All NSFW content can range from smut to violent, and more. If I have failed to tag a trigger, please let me know so I can make this a comfortable place for you.
✖ I do not have limits and I do not have triggers. With that being said, that does not mean I will accept every type of thread that you suggest to me. I might just not be feeling it as a whole or it might not be entirely in character for my muse. Though ultimately, I am a big lover of darker themed interactions. I will not play out mpreg unless with transgender or intersex muses where it makes physical sense.
Name; Derek Hale Gender; Male Age; Twenty-seven Species; Werewolf
P H Y S I C A L Height; 6'0" Weight; 172 Hair; Black Eyes; Green
M E N T A L MBTI; ? Conditions; PTSD
A B O U T
Mexico was a disaster – to put it rather lightly. Though, there is power once again shifting in veins of the wolf as his mind takes in the oddity of life once more. Evolving paints situations in a different light for Derek Hale, he knew then and there it was time to move on. Going back to Beacon Hills was not an option – not with Kate skittering off after the terror she once again inflicted on the pack. True to his form, Derek holds responsibility for actions once down as a teenager and aims to hunt her down. He leaves with Braeden, Christopher, and the rest of the Calaveras on what feels like a wild goose hunt for too long. Weeks turn to months before locating the chaotic Argent only to have her slip through fingertips once more. She is elusive as ever though the hunt can only last so long.
Distractions take hold in the form of the wolf deciding to focus on himself and his changes that had occurred. What good is any of this if he doesn’t learn? His death alone leaves a bitter taste in his mouth with each dreamt memory – enough to push Derek to seclusion. He splits off from the hunting party and goes alone. This in turn leaves Braeden and the wolf to part just the same. He never was all too good with relationships, the pull in another direction already having taken hold a month prior. The finality sets in when he leaves to be on his own for a while, to settle into the bones of his wolf and grow that much more. Seclusion only stays for long enough to miss family – Hale seeking out the company of his younger sister soon enough. He stays within the pack Cora has integrated into until she is tired of his nagging brotherly ways and begs him to go away (like any typical teenage girl would to live their life with friends).
The omega sets out to travel – or so was the case at first. To see the places he and Laura always talked about going to, to visit packs that had long ago taken them in here and there. Anything to reconnect to the root of family. It isn’t long before Derek finds himself lingering outside of a Welcome to Beacon Hills sign just shy of a year and a half since his departure. So what brought him back here at the end of the day? He’ll fight that it was the nemeton, the strange pull and feeling of something supernatural happening to course strange oddities and troubles he’s heard from various creatures he’s crossed paths with during these times. But the reality of itself – Beacon Hills is home.
PRE-SERIES VERSE (open)
╳ -- v. WHEN I WAS A CHILD (pre)
Anything that takes place before Teen Wolf actually begins.
I will not play Derek any younger than the age of thirteen.
she lets out a GASP when his fingers find her throat, hands moving as if to try and pry his fingers off, but, is unable to do anything but stare up at him wide grey eyes full of fear.
❛ i d-did…please, i’m sorry, sir ❜ the little witch is starting to STRUGGLE for breath now, sputtering a bit from the master’s grip on her.
“Move meansMOVE.” Derek snaps again, claws threatening to dig into flesh at the witch’s throat. Such stupidity – how difficult is it to do as instructed around here? Upper lip is set in a sneer as his grasp holds much harsher before finally letting go and dropping the piece of filth to the ground entirely. “Your master better teach you how to LISTEN the first time, bitch. Next time it’ll be kicked in teeth for all I care.”
Nathan cleared his throat, did what he could to hide the anxiety that spiked with the invasion of his personal space – arms crossed over his chest as if the gesture alone could close him into an invisible box that couldn’t have been crowded as easily as open space. He couldn’t lie, his attention fell to the sound of the other male’s heart, the scent of his blood; too far from his words until he snapped himself out of it. “Dunno. How does wanting to take over a blood bank and lock everyone else out sound? Do I still qualify as sane to you?”
Bark of a laugh rumbles out at the way Nathan replies – he’s certainly losing his shit. “Trust me, you can’t get more insane than your brother Stiles. That pair is a walking disaster of crazy.” The wolf lets out with a roll of shoulders but he hardly moves away. No, he leans forward just a touch more. Gauges the coldness, the residing ticks of anxiety here and there. “Better get a handle on yourself, kid. One strike tends to be the limit in a place like this.”
Personal space be damned – the alpha is curious about this one. Brows furrowing up as he gets close enough to peer at the newest Stilinski arrival. Scent of vampire is disgusting but there is just enough lingering fox to make it tolerable. “How have you been holding up since the Council slapped your scrawny little wrist?”
‘ i — no, you don’t. master alec has me run errands on my own. saves him time and puts me to work … that’s all i’m doing, sir. ‘
The wolf takes several strides forward, looks the slave over a few times. “He’s an idiot – letting his slaves wander around without supervision. Especially when you’ve caused so much trouble before. Hate for the wrong master to get their hands on you…” Flash of a smile, something wicked still as the alpha crowds a little closer.
the amount of HOSTILITY coming from the master sent chills down the little witch’s spine. she could feel the anger radiating from the man’s form, and she swallows thickly before stepping to the side, grey eyes WIDE in fear. ❛ yes, sir. ❜ was let out in a small squeak.
It somehow managed to annoy the alpha that much more by the way the other reacted. “What are you? A goddamn MOUSE?” Snapped, upper lip twitching that much more. She doesn’t move, however. Only makes the comment and the wolf reaches out, grabs the other by the throat and growls. “Small and agitating but somehow boring. Do you even know how to listen to ANYTHING? What part of move did you misunderstand?”
Head tipped, lips pursed slightly in thought, Anna tried not to wrinkle her nose. Frankly, there were only so many people she could ask questions like this. Hale wasn’t exactly her favorite person, but at least he was someone who had dealt with the fox before. So maybe he would understand. At least a little, anyway.
“—Has the fox ever broken into your home?”
“You know, curiosity killed the cat.” Muttered out because he could really be doing more important things. Not like getting along with Council members was something that needed to take place with ranks. She might be a better choice for master material these days but Anna is still a little flower in the wolf’s eyes. But – that question leaves Derek with a laugh sounding out. Something amusing and his head shakes, then nods after a moment. “Frequently. I think he likes that game. I’d ask why you want to know but I can smell him all over you.” Derek remarks with a smirk then shrugs. “It’s not usually that dangerous – but you really should watch your step, considering your fragile human nature.”
The amount of filth that was just walking the streets tonight has set Derek into high aggression, claws out in full just going from point a to point b. Or so he was trying to. “Get the fuck out of my way before I rip you in half and make you.”
“I have permission to be out shopping Sir. My master requires me to prepare a meal this evening, he has a specific recipe he wishes me to use.” She dug in her pocket for the shopping list and the signed card to give her permission to go shopping.
Damn – how unfortunate that was. The wolf was certainly in search of a slave outside on their own without permission. Those were the most fun to toy with. Upper lip twitches into a bit of a scowl but Derek snatches the slip and looks it over. Sure enough – it’s exactly what the other says it is. “Alright, guess you can get along with it then. I catch you lingering around and you’ll go back to him missing a tooth.”
