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.
“…” The blond stared at the pages he’d picked up off the table, mentally tracing the larger letters at the top of the page for a moment. “What’s this say?” he asked. The pages were set down again and nudged toward the wolf. “I can’t read it.” Jeremy could never be too sure just what the fox had given up as far as information about him when it came to the one person he actually seemed to trust with that shit. “But you probably already knew that…”
There is a noise that echoes from the back of the alpha’s throat in a form of agitation at the fact that Jeremy decided to touch without permission. But wasn’t that just him in general? “Mind your damn business.” Derek offers for a moment before he is snatching the paper away from childlike digits. “I did – which is why Stilinski loves leaving you little chore notes. I asked him about it once…” Voice trails off as the wolf looks over the information. He’s got a stack of shit to go through from various branches of Council this and thats, along with several small businesses looking to hire. This particular page is certainly Council related. “Termination: Immediate.” Derek finally says as he sits down and grabs for the next page. There are lists of names and offenses – just another typical day in Chains. “Getting rid of pesky filth that can’t behave – much like yourself. You’re lucky not to be on this list with how much you annoy me.” As if Derek would ever admit to liking the lithe warm body next to him at night. Heaven forbid that bullshit ever leave his mouth.
Right. Temporary placement where Stiles still had some kind of say over what went on, even though the rules dictated he had no right to weigh in on how the other Master treated him for the weekend. Eyes closed and he sighed before turning away from the wolf. “More babysitting work,” the blond finally huffed out as he started to search through the older male’s home for ways to entertain himself, then turned back toward his company again a moment later. “And I’m not stupid.” Might not have been as smart as some of the others around him, but he had street smarts at least (to some extent.) That had to count for something. “Go on, then… Tell me your rules or, what I owe you if I eat somethin’.”
It helps (to some extent) that the boy doesn’t reek of typical human stench. He’s a good mixture between smelling of the fox and blood and wolf. Makes the stay for the weekend a little better for Derek – less of a distraction anyways. “Usually, if not always.” Mumbled before the alpha is digging through various papers in search of something specific. For the moment, he barely cares what Jeremy wants to get up to as long as he doesn’t poke around in the study, which is always locked for good reason. Of course, Derek really should set at least a few boundaries. “Don’t go in the study, don’t eat everything in the house. You make a mess – you clean it before I see it or I’ll be breaking toes.”
That had to be better than anything Stiles had ever threatened him with. Something that ‘simple’ sounded much easier to live with. “Why’d you promise to take me if you’re already plannin’ to do bodily harm? You know ya don’t like me – why borrow me?”
“Why? You’re master is Stiles and you’re seriously asking me that stupid question? Jesus, Jeremy – I thought you weren’t as stupid as the other trash running around this place. Take a guess.” Clearly the fox has control issues, no one else got his precious idiots that he didn’t trust to some extent. Really, Derek just agreed for simple company and a warm bed. He’s got a long weekend of work after all.
“I’m expecting trouble from you this weekend but I swear to God, kid, I’ll take a finger if you piss me off too much.” So it’s more of an empty threat about the dismemberment but Derek will harm Jeremy in one way or another if he feels so inclined.
“I have a name,” Jeremy said, and shifted slightly as the weight settled over his shoulder; the thick thud against bone as the Master tapped him making him worry that he’d bruise all too easily with each heavy tick against his thin frame. The words let out in his ear didn’t come close to the annoyance that sprung up at having his cigarette taken away. At least he’d been getting used to hearing threats of being beaten into submission – there was no getting used to losing his one and only smoke. (Though, he learned with his shoes and Stiles that claiming something of his own wasn’t the smartest idea, so he bit his lip to avoid from saying anything that’d make him regret the moment even more.) The trapped lip had quickly been released when the human flinched and sucked in a sharp hiss of pained breath. A scowl crossed his features and he could have sworn his heart could have ripped itself out of his chest with the way each beat quickened and breath sharpened. Jeremy focused on the Master’s lips, on the smoke that’d left him, then looked down to the burn on his arm – free hand idly (tentatively) touching over the spot on his skin. “I call my MasterSir… You… aren’t my Master.” The last bit had been stumbled through, almost hesitant to say it, but felt the need to get that point across, if nothing else.
The alpha growls lowly, just enough to keep attention on him as the clawed digits move from shoulder to chin. His position behind and slightly to the side of Jeremy makes it easy to stay level with his leaning down, allows for Derek to take the boy’s jaw and turn it forward again. “You don’t look at me unless I tell you to.” Claw leaves a scrape just the dip where ear mets jaw before trailing to lay palm flat against the human’s collarbone and half over the top of his chest. Nothing but a warm pulsing heart beat to wet the wolf’s appetite. “You’re lucky the fox got to you first, slave.” Though is he really lucky? Derek fights a laugh in the back of his throat, the wolf knowing better. The human might not end up dead like he would in Hale’s care eventually but with Stiles? There are far worse things that could happen that Derek was more than happy to watch unfold. “You call me sir – just as you do your master. If you’re disrespectful to me again, I’ll be happy to do more than just burn you. Stiles would understand how a maggot like you should be taught manners.”
He’d taken advantage of not seeing the fox anywhere, and made himself comfortable against the edge of the couch. Cigarette in hand (one he’d swiped the last time he’d been let too close to the outside,) he’d lit it off a book of matches and promptly soaked the rest with water so they couldn’t have been used against him. The ashes had been dropped into a plastic cup with a bit of water in the bottom (the human had been unable to sniff out an ashtray in his hurry to get a fresh breath of his addiction and settled on that instead.) Turning to the other Master – who he assumed to be a Master, considering he was out and about on his own, Jeremy shrugged simply. “’s not much ova chamber,” the teen replied, voice soft as the filter was put back to his lips for another quick inhale. “least here all I have ta deal with is a psychotic fox ‘stead ova house full’a psychos.”
This one answers with the elegance of a dying seal. All noise and annoying at that. He’s sure Stiles has a field day ripping this one to bits and pieces when it acts out but for Derek? He has little patience. Wouldn’t have killed this kid the moment the wolf could. But this is not his house nor is it his slave – if it were, well the story would go much differently. There are no ‘sirs’ tact on anywhere and digits twitch at the alpha’s side while he strides carefully towards the younger. Sniff of the air and it’s obvious how much this place reeks of human stench – between this one and the girl, Derek isn’t much surprised. “You have no lick of respect in your feeble little body do you, filth?” Breathed out lightly as clawed nails tap behind the slaves’ shoulder where the couch backside is as he leans over, mouth close to an ear. “Can’t wait to see that beat out of you.” And with that, Hale is swiping the cigarette away from the other. He pauses to take a puff, soon smiling as smoke bellows out between lips and the cherry finds itself pushed into the skin of the slave’s arm to put it out. “You will address me as sir when you finish a sentence. Do I make myself clear?”
The wolf’s feet are quick to grace back up steps to the main house after leaving something back where it was given to him in the basement. And perhaps he took something else the fox had laying around. Derek will let Stiles know later anyways or give it back when he feels like it. Last thing wanted is an agitated and unpredictable basket case coming after him for little reason. When the alpha does round the counter from kitchen to living room – he spots a blond haired boy. “Well, well, you must be the new addition for the torture chambers.”