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.
What made her feel even less at ease was the thankfulness that hit her the moment the name had been given. There was no way she should have been happy to be a claimed piece of property. It didn’t make sense to her in the least. At least within the slave house, she had somewhat control over what she did, due to having to listen to multiple people at once. Though, going home with one for more than an hour would have been taking on a brand new perspective – especially one that seemed to have connected with her and cared in the way the fox had. Following, she shoved her hands into her pockets, and only stopped once. “You don’t really break bones to make a point, do you?” The blonde asked, head cocked as bright eyes stared up at the Master. “Don’t you think that’s a little harsh, Sir?”
Derek’s brow rose at the question after a few passing moments. Sweet little innocent beta – no wonder Stilinski scooped her up. Seems right down his alley to wreck the sweet ones. The alpha stared for a second or two before lips parted and he grunts out a laugh. “If slaves would learn their place for once, there wouldn’t be need for harsh punishments. Be happy your not being paraded home in a collar and tugged along by a leash.” Hale laughed plenty watching it happen to the blond brat he’d burnt up a couple days ago – what a sight that was. “Keep up, I’ve got shit to do, beta.” And with that, Derek keeps on in almost a rushed manner to get the other wolf out of his hair as soon as possibly.
Blue eyes lifted slowly toward the voice, and she quickly lifted a hand to push her hair back behind her ear. Claimed? Something about the term made her nervous. She hadn’t been there for long, didn’t know people well, hadn’t thought she’d ever want to be claimed at all. All she could hope was that her new ‘Master’ (or Mistress) wasn’t the type to share well. Cautiously, she offered her hand so he could check her information or whatever else he had to do involving the chip they’d implanted. “Can I ask by who, Sir?” Lori had been careful to remember the title. There were few she’d even allowed herself to speak English to – most of them getting nothing more than an apology and a lie in Japanese, stating that she couldn’t understand them. Though, when things were as important as being ‘claimed,’ she figured it was best to be honest.
This is really what Derek gets for taking over for a master in the slave house on short notice – grunt work. But it keeps him busy and in better sights of viewing the happenings of Chains. The beta moves with obedience, at least he didn’t have to harm her to get it. Hale scans the chip easily and looks over the information, eyes darting from one line to the next. Everything was in order, updated with her master’s name and all. “Master Stilinski.” Gruffly stated as he lets go of her hand with almost a shove but it’s obvious that Derek regards weres in better standing than most, slave or master – he is strangle gentle still. “Follow me, I’ll escort you to your new residency and don’t get any bright ideas about running. I’m bored of breaking legs today.”
“You.” The alpha’s voice is direct, eyes narrowed at a beta in the small area filled with two humans and…he’s not entirely sure by the scent at the moment. Not that is matters a great deal. This was about the blond that had shortly arrived and already been snagged. “Come here, I need to scan your chip and make sure everything is in order – you’ve been claimed.”
