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.
An afternoon of trying to catch up on old, forgotten comic books that’d been gathered from supply runs and left behind in the Alexandria houses, had been interrupted by the gentle clinking that came from dry cereal being poured into a bowl. Carl had re-learned the sound only too quickly once they managed to get access to dishes and silverware again. Blue eyes lifted from the heavily inked and worn out pages in search of the source, until he’d spotted Derek.
One quick glance at what had been settled back on the counter and the boy moved; eyes wide with excitement and curiosity. “Are those cocoa puffs?” A nearly foreign sight, but definitely a welcomed one. He highly doubted they would have retained their crunch after so much time had passed, and the chocolate had been faded from each of the pieces, but the least he could do was have hope that there would have been even the smallest flecks of flavor in there somewhere.
The teen picked up the bag and dumped a small layer into the bottom of a bowl - just enough to cover the indentation that separated stability from the height of the dish - and rolled up the plastic bag once again. His first bite tasted like squishy pebbles; flavorless and only too familiar. The second, however, gathering more pieces than before… Even the tiny hint of lingering flavor had been enough to make the wait worth it. “Where’d you find these? All I’ve been able to snoop out are corn pops and rice krispies…”
God – what Derek would give to have his teeth sinking into the meat of a deer right about now. Hunting is more sparse these days and the wolf is confined to eating from a box of stale and grotesque artificial…whatever this could be considered. Cereal was not something Hale would have consumed in a normal life outside of the end of the world – but here? It’s better than nothing and even some days, he prefers the nothing. Clinking resounds in the small kitchen, causes a grumble of sorts to echo from his throat before ears perk as the box is set back down. New group rolled into Alexandria and while they don’t seem horrible, Derek would have rather avoided them altogether (much like he does with the people already inhabiting the area). They aren’t his pack – they don’t matter. Always a small twinge of hope in his gut when the gate opens that McCall’s stupid face would emerge or even Lydia’s strawberry blond locks. But they never come and he never leaves, not for long at least.
“If that’s what you’d call these monstrosities.” Let out lowly as he stares down at the bowl in his hands, lower back leaning against the countertop. Brain racks through names, scents – the kid (if one could call him that at this point), is easier company than the rest. Derek can’t be sure as to why but he lets shoulders slump a touch, shifts his weight to the side to allow smaller hands to grab for the cereal. Shrug is light – the wolf aware… Carl (?) more than likely missed it while busy eating what he could. When you live outside the walls of Alexandria and survive among the wreckage of the world, it’s bound to show in the most simplest of gestures – like eating stale cereal. “Most places outside of here had a good stock still. Guess a lot of raiders go more for canned food than cereal boxes.” Food was food but Derek wasn’t feeling very interested in his own, arm extending and bowl dumping into Carl’s own.
