No Disney, you cannot own someone's history.

Larger breast bras vs. smaller breast bras

Tips That Can Save Your Kid’s Life.

Anyone see the resemblance? Custom Derek Hale Funko Pop! Made by this truly.

Wizard World Comic Con Portland 2019

Finally got the chance to meet Tyler Hoechlin this weekend. While everyone was meeting Supergirl, I got to enjoy chatting with this young man. I got 2 autographs and a photo op.

Came up to him with my second photo and he said, ‘hello again’

me: ‘last thing and I'll stop bugging you.’

Tyler: ‘No don’t be. I love this part.’.

so sweet <3 

If I’m not mistaken Lost Chapters have more cutscenes than actual Events, cause I don’t remember this one where the gang headed by Cloud and Tifa were worried about Squall like parents

or where Tifa was again teasing Cloud

and shutting down his tsundere and overused “Not interested” shit real quick! lol seriously Square you need some new variety in quotes

The Demon- Part 4

Derek sensed her coming before he saw. He could feel the power she now possessed all around him. It crawled up his skin like a cold breeze, nearly causing him to shiver. She stepped into his sight slowly, like a haunting ghost would move. Her dark hair swayed and her body curved with every step she took. There was nothing left of Willow in the outward appearance. The colored curls had blackened, her skin was white, warm eyes had become black abyss'. She was taller, thinner, demonic, possessed, and demented. Lilith stopped, giving them a few feet between them. "Hello Derek." "Lilith." "You're in my way." she stated, motioning toward Beacon Hills, which lay beneath the view point behind him. "Good." he answered. Lilith shook his head. "You should get out of my way, Derek. I told Willow that i wouldn't kill you. But you would be surprised what I can put you through." "I have another idea." Derek replied. "Get out of Will." Lilith chuckled darkly. "Are you still on about that? Give her up, Derek. She's given up on you." "Then why do you look scared?" Derek asked, taking a step toward her. "It's right there, in your empty eyes, Lilith. She's still fighting you. Fighting much more than you expected." "As if fighting me does her any good." Lilith replied. She lifted her hand, taking hold of Derek with her power. Derek's body seized and rose off the ground. "The second she's dead, your pack is next." "That's what you think." Derek said. "NOW!" Scott and Liam burst from the tree line and sprinted for Lilith. Lilith rolled her eyes and turned her hands toward them, freezing them in midair with Derek. "Did you really think that would be enough to stop me?" "No." Derek answered. Suddenly Chris emerged from the tree line with a grenade launcher. He fired several gas canisters toward the pack. Instantly, the canisters released the gas into the air. the fog quickly dispersed and rose up around Lilith's feet. She coughed as the gas filled her lungs. Her chest seized, begging for oxygen. She broke into a fit of coughing, seizing control of her whole body. Derek, Scott, and Liam hit the ground and scattered. Lilith searched fro them in the clouds, but her vision was blurred. Derek came at her form one side and knocked into her arm. Lilith spun for him, but he vanished before she could catch him. Liam sprinted for her next, taking out her legs. Lilith hit the ground with a pained cry. She seethed in anger as Scott came on her and slammed her in the head, forcing her back onto the ground. Lilith scream in fury and raised her arm. Each one froze where she caught them. "I am through playing games." She seethed "So are we!" Derek snarled. "Done!" Stiles called. Derek, Scott, and Liam landed on the ground. Derek crouched on the ground, only a few feet from Lilith's physical reach , while Scott and Liam remained behind. Lilith frowned and lifted her hand again, but nothing happened. How could that be possible? She was the first demon, the most power demon, how could her power be- "Silver." she stated. "Cleaver." Derek rose to his feet. "We're not done yet." He tossed a small trinket into the air. It landed at Lilith's feet, just at the outline of the barrier that surrounded Lilith. Lilith's eyes narrowed at the sight. She reached her hand above the barrier, only to be stopped. She drew her hands to find the tips of her fingers charred and burned from the barrier. She seethed in fury. How had they managed to trap her in a circle of mountain ash and silver? She was more powerful than them. Her eyes lifted up and met Derek's. "You think this will stop me?" Derek stepped closer toward the circle. "No, but it's not supposed to stop you." Lilith's eyes narrowed. "It's supposed to hold you." Chris explained. "The sun will do the rest." Stiles finished. Lilith shook her head. The audacity of them. They believed that this was supposed to stop her. Wait for the blasted sun to strip her of her power and life? She laughed darkly. "Did you honestly think it would be that easy? As long as I am in this body, the sun can do nothing to me!" "Do you really think we'd let you stay in my daughter?" Chris demanded. His grip on his weapon tightened. "Your daughter's soul is in the deepest pits of hell." Lilith spat. "She's never coming back." "Then why are you holding a silver necklace?" Derek deadpanned. Lilith blinked in surprise. She looked down to find her right hand tightly clenched. A thin chain dangled from her fingers, swinging in the air. The metal seared her skin, melting her flesh, but she couldn't force herself to release the damned thing. "What have you done?" "What we said we'd do." Derek answered. "We're taking back Will." Lilith cringed as the fire raged further up her arm. "No!" "We know you're still in there, just fight her!" Derek called. "Fight her, Will!" "She can't hear you." Lilith taunted. "Yes she can." Derek stepped just outside the mountain ash line. "You can't hold her back anymore. She fighting you tooth and nail, and it's taking everything you have not to lose control over her." "The bitch is mine!" Lilith screamed. She brought up both arm and slammed her fists against the barrier. One remained in midair, held up by the barrier, but the second passed right through into Derek's waiting hand. The silver necklace swung in between their grasp. Willow's hand tightened around Derek's. "Not anymore." Derek said, tightening his grip on Willow's hand. He grit his teeth and pulled as hard as he could. In a sudden motion, Lilith was pulled into the barrier. The force sent Willow stumbling through the barrier, crashing into Derek's chest, and sending them to the ground. Derek landed on his back, looking up at the sky. The scent of death,, fury, and destruction had suddenly faded away to the woods and gun oil. He looked toward his chest and found a mass of colored curls sprawled out against him. The mass slowly lifted from his chest, revealing a pair of tired brown eyes heavily shadowed in a pale face. "Derek?" Will whispered. Her entire body trembled against him. Derek smiled and eased them upright, holding her against him. "I told you I'd bring you back." Chris moved quickly to Derek's side. "Will?" Will slowly lifted her head and turned toward her father. "Daddy?" Chris smiled with a watered laugh. "Welcome back sweetheart." He leaned forward and pressed a kiss against her head. He noticed how cold her body was. "I don't...how?" Will mumbled. Her heartrate was slow, dangerously slow. She needed help. "Derek wouldn't give up on you." Chris explained. He pulled off his coat and wrapped it around Will. "Let's get you home." Will nodded slowly, laying her head against Derek's chest. It took minimum effort of Derek's part to rise to his feet, still holding Will against him. But He hadn't expected just how weak Willow was. As he stood with her, Will's legs gave out with a startled gasp from her, and sent her tumbling to the ground. Before she could hit, Derek released her hand and managed to catch her behind her legs. "I got you." He whispered. He carefully lifted her completely in his arms. Will wrapped her arms around his neck, her hands trembling against his body. "I got you." An inhumane scream tore through the night, forcing their attention back to their main problem. Lilith remained trapped within the barrier. Without Willow's body, Lilith had reverted to her true demonic form. Her body was elongated, deformed. Her dark was stringing and massed together. Her eyes were large black abyss' blazing in fury. Razor sharp teeth bared from her parted lips of her pale skin. Lilith screamed again and pounded her fist against the barrier, ignoring the burning of the silver in her skin. "You haven't won yet. In fact, you've only killed her. How long do you think she can live without me?" Derek tightened his grip on Willow's arm, but he couldn't ignore what she was saying. Will was nearly seizing in his arms. She was weak. Her heartrate was alarmingly slow, her breathing was shallow. She was still in danger. "I kept her alive, Derek." Lilith stated. "Separating us is as good as tearing her throat out. Without me, she's going to die." "She's right?" Will whispered beneath Derek's chin. "You should've left me." Derek swallowed and turned to Chris. "Get her out of here." "You can't save her now, Derek." Lilith taunted. "What?" Chris asked. "Take Stiles and Liam. Get her to the hospital." Derek ordered, placing Willow into her father's arms. "Until the sun comes up, Lilith and Will are still tied together. If we can get Will stable, we make sure Lilith can't come back for her." "She won't last that long, Derek." Derek spun around and snarled at Lilith's taunting figure. "Derek?" Will looked up at him. "What are you doing?" Derek reached behind and took a gentle hold of her neck. "I'm making sure she won't hurt you again." He inhaled slowly. "I know this is my fault, Will. And I swear I will do everything to make this right, but right now I need you to fight a little longer. You hear me?" Will slowly nodded. Derek released her neck and looked up at Chris. "Go." Chris turned and rushed toward the cars. Liam and Stiles were quick to follow him through the forest. Scott and Derek both turned toward Lilith's entrapped form. "Sun rises in half an hour. Better make your peace." Derek spat. Lilith's lips turned inot a startling smile. "She won't last that long." "We both know you're wrong." Derek said. "Otherwise you wouldn't be so scared."

Demon-Part 3

Eichen House was a place no one in the pack ever wanted to step foot inside again. Far too many fresh wounds marred their memories of this place. There was nothing any of them would rather do more than torch the place and forget it. At least, that was what Stiles had in mind as she stared at the haunting building from the back of Derek's car. He shook his head, his fingers twitching in his lap. "I don't like this." "You're not supposed to." Derek said, pulling his keys out of the ignition. "Look, nobody but me really knows what its like to be out of control of your own body, okay? So I'm right with you guys on saving Will." Stiles explained. "but there has got to be someone else we can talk to, to figure this out." "The only thing Deaton and Argent can come up with is killing her." Derek explained. "Will's dad is giving up on her, Stiles." Stiles shut his mouth. Lydia placed a hand on his shoulder. "Are you sure he'll tell us?" "No." Scott explained. "but if Chris and Deaton are giving up, we don't really have much of a choice left." "Why does it have to be him?" Stiles asked. "Cause Peter always ahs the answers." Derek said. He pushed open his door and stepped. "Stay in the car." "What?" stiles called. Derek closed his door and walked up the steps toward the front gate. Scott climbed out and followed several steps behind Derek. "Told you to wait." "We both know Peter won't be happy to see either of us." Scott explained. "Doesn't mean he won't try anything to work in his favor." Derek nodded. "Point taken." They entered past the gates and into the building. Both were hit by the overwhelming sense of death, fear, pain, depression, every gripping emotion that raged through the building. Derek took a deep breath and pushed past them. He headed down the hall toward the front desk, where a nurse was stationed. She looked up, startled to find two young men in front of her. "Yes?" "I'm here to visit a patient." Derek explained. "Patient visitation is limited to family. Or with a court order." she explained. "My uncle." Derek explained. "Peter Hale." The nurse went through the computer system, searching for whatever she needed. "Okay. Sign the board please, and leave all keys, watches, jewelry, belts, shoe laces, wallets in the bin please. " Both Scott and Derek emptied their pockets. It wasn't that Peter was going to kill himself with them, but he was more than capable of escaping using something like them. If he managed to get past the mountain ash barrier in his room. But Derek wouldn't put it past his uncle, he could find a way. Time was very ample to him here. The nurse took the bin and lowered it beneath her desk. She pressed one of the buttons on her controls. A loud buzz echoed through the hall and the gate unlocked. Derek and Scott moved through the hall toward the stairwell. Deaton had told them about the ward in Eichen House that didn't exist. Where the supernatural’s found themselves. Where Peter had been placed after Mexico. Derek and Scott moved quickly up the stairs to the floor. They traveled down the hall and turned, finding the ward. They found a single man standing near the ward entrance. "Dr. Fenris?" Scott asked. Fenris nodded. "The nurse informed me that Peter Hale had visitors." He looked them both over. "I highly advise against it." "We've dealt with him before." Derek explained. "We can handle him." "You've dealt with him in the open." Fenris explained. "He's been confined, and given wolfs bane for the past year. It's done much to his mind." "We really need to talk to Peter, Doctor Fenris. He may know how to save a friend of ours." "If we don't talk to him, there's a very good chance that the very first demon will kill everything." Derek explained. Fenris looked at both of them for a moment. Then he nodded and ran his hand over the floor. Derek and Scott looked down to find a line of Mountain Ash just a few feet in front of them. "Peter Hale is on the late room to the right. I'd advice you make it a quick visit." Derek nodded and headed down the hall with Scott closely behind him. "How do you want to handle this?" Scott asked. "Ask him." "And if he doesn't want to tell us?" "Make him." "And if he doesn't know?" Derek didn't answer. He grabbed the door handle and pulled it open. He stepped inside and immediately found Peter. The room was empty, save for a bed, and a wall of Plexiglas that cut the room nearly in half. Peter was lying on the bed, reading. He looked up from his book and smirked. "Well isn't this a nice surprise." he said, sitting up. "I haven't had visitors since my admission here." He hurled the book at the Plexiglas. "To what do I owe this honor?" "Lilith." Derek answered. Peter looked puzzled. "Who's that, a new pack member?" "Not exactly." Scott answered, closing the door behind him. "She's a demon." Peter slowly stood up from his bed. "A demon. Named Lilith?" "That's right." Peter shook his head. His eyes seemed...terrified. "What the hell have you done this time." "So you've heard of her." Derek explained. "Of course I've heard about her. She's only Adam's first wife. Only the first demon to come to earth. Only the most powerful demon." Peter explained. He ran his hand through his hair. "Oh my god we're all gonna die." "not unless we stop her." Scott said. Peter snorted humorlessly. "Stop her? You'll live longer if you run now. Maybe stay out of her way and she'll let you die last. You can't stop her." "We stopped the Nogitsune." Scott explained. "We got it out of Stiles." "That wasn't demonic possession." Peter explained. Nogitsune's use a host, yes, but not because they need one. They do it because they want one. They use it to cause pain and misery to feed on. Demons use host bodies because they don't have one of their own anymore. They feed on the host until the host can't fight back." "How do we separate them?" Derek asked. Peter paused and looked at Derek carefully. "Who is it?" Neither one answered him. "You wouldn't be here if there was another way." Peter explained. "So it's someone in the pack." "How do we separate Lilith from the host?" Derek repeated. Peter shrugged. "You can't. She won't let you get close enough." "We got Stiles out." "Because he was subdued. Lilith has ten time more power a Nogitsune. She won't let you get close to her unless she wants it." Peter explained. "and with a body you don't even have the safety of the sun." Derek frowned. "What?" "The sun. Remember the Oni, they couldn't go into the sun." Peter replied. "The sun is the only natural defense against them. They're creatures of the dark." "Wait." Scott said. "We stopped the Oni with Silver." Derek nodded. "Demons are susceptible to silver." "Silver, the sun, Mountain Ash might even slow her down." Scott replied. "Sounds like a supernatural cocktail." Peter explained. "We may actually have a way to save her Derek." Scott said. Peter's brow arched up. "Her?" He looked between both Scott and Derek. Neither one said anything to him. Derek said nothing. He turned quickly and pushed open the door. Scott followed him and closed the door after him, leaving Peter alone to listen to their retreating footsteps. "Her." he repeated. Demons weren't able to possess other supernatural beings, not without a little extra help. Even Lilith didn't have that much power on her own. That eliminated Malia. Kira's Kitsune spirit prevented her from behind possessed. Lydia would sense the demon coming. Demons brought death after all. Peter folded his arms in front of his chest, deep in thought. Derek had been tense the entire time. Tense, and without Willow. He smiled slowly. "Will." "For now." Came a cold voice. Peter turned quickly and backed up against the Plexiglas. Willow was leaning against the far wall, inside the Plexiglas of his cell. At least, he thought it was Will. There was hardly a trace of who she'd been left. Her skin was ghostly white, while her eyes were pitch black. Her hair was matted, knotted, filthy. Her body was even different, elongated, malformed, thinner. One arm seemed longer than the other, hanging closer to the ground. Her fingers were at least twice their normal length. She wore a black, high-low tube top and  jeans. Both were filthy, covered in dirt, grime, and blood. Her feet were bare, but nearly black. Will-Lilith, took a step toward Peter. "But she doesn't have much longer." "I can tell." Peter said. "I'm sure you can." Lilith stopped several inches from Peter. "And that's precisely what I want." Peter frowned. "I want you, to tell me everything." Lilith explained. She raised her deformed hand and grabbed Peter by the face, pushing him against the Plexiglas. "Tell me everything that you told Derek." Peter laughed. "You have...no idea...what you've done." Lilith frowned. "You maybe the first woman on this earth, but you made a big mistake taking Willow." Peter explained. "Oh I don't think so." "I do. Pain and sorrow are well and good, Lilith, but you neglected to realize one thing." Peter said. "And what's that?" "That pack is realizing what Willow means to them." Peter explained. "And they will do whatever it takes to bring her back."

Demon-Part 2

Derek sat in the middle of the loft, staring at the piles of books and papers strewn out across the floor. He'd cleaned out every book on demonic possessions and the creation, even going as far as the Argent Bestiary, searching for anything that could help him free Willow. But there was nothing in any book, and legend that gave him the slightest clue how to stop Lilith. Derek sighed heavily and picked up one of the pictures Stiles and taken the liberty of printing. It was an artists rendition of the demon Lilith. Overly dramatic and severely demented. But after confronting with Lilith first hand, Derek found that the picture was nothing in comparison to the real thing, even if it was inside Will. She was incredibly strong. Stronger than any Alpha Derek had ever come in contact with. Stronger than the Berserkers. She'd overpowered both himself and Scott and they'd never come close to touching her, unless she wanted him to. And then there was that kiss-or whatever the hell it was. It had taken Derek nearly a day to wake up from it. It had taken all his strength juts to keep him alive, and nearly a week to fully regain it again. Deaton couldn't even be sure if Derek would fully recover from it. But even two weeks later, Derek was still plagued by the chills of its aftereffect. He couldn't stay warm, and he couldn't get the visions from his head. While he was unconscious-or comatose-he had seen Willow. Watched her back in Australia, trying to put her life back together. He'd seen every break down since leaving Mexico, every breakdown on the road, every plea into the night to make it stop. And he's seen the exact moment when Lilith came into the picture. He'd watched as Will-as Lilith had said- gave into her and let the demon take possession over her. Derek looked around the loft-her loft. Nothing had been changed or touched since she left after Mexico. He though back to when Deaton had explained that Will wasn't coming back anymore-emissary training be damned. She couldn't take Beacon Hills anymore. Back then, Derek had believed that she simply needed time to get her head straight, finally mourn her sister's death. But as the months went by, he'd started to realize that he'd been wrong. But no matter how much time seemed to pass, Derek couldn't find it in himself to clean out her loft and put her stuff into storage. Hell, he even kept the housekeeping up, just on the off chance Willow ever decided to come back. Taking a deep breath, Derek closed his eyes and crumbled the paper in his hand. "What do you want?" "I came looking for you." Scott said. "Well you found me." Derek muttered, opening his eyes. "Deaton have anything to say about Will?" "No. Only that demon possession and spirit possessions are two entirely different possessions." Scott slowly entered Willow's flat. "I thought Will abandoned the loft." "She did." Derek answered. He opened his eyes and started sweeping through the books one more time. Scott was silent for a moment. He could sense the distress coming off of Derek. Distress, guilt, fear, sadness. He physically wouldn't show it, but Scott could tell that Derek was truly hurting. "It wasn't your fault, Derek." Derek slowly drew his eyes over the top of his book. He closed it slowly and placed it back on the floor. "Yes it was." "You weren't with her-" "I should've been!" Derek yelled. He bolted to his feet and turned on Scott. His rage surged through his veins, flooding his entire system. "I should've been with her, Scott! Everything that's happening now, is on me!" "Will chose to leave Beacon Hill-" "She left because of me!" Derek yelled.  "Because I failed her, again." Scott was silent. "Don't believe me?" Derek asked. "Lets count how many times I've failed her since she came back. I let my guard down and Peter claws her stomach. Kate tortures her because Will was trying to stop me. She nearly drowns in the school pool trying to save me and Stiles. Allison breaks her knee because I asked Will to scope out the warehouse. Jennifer nearly kills her using the buildings electrical system. The Nogitsune nearly crushes her throat in my apartment. Kate and her Berserkers nearly kill her back in Mexico. Have I left anything out?" "How about every single time you've been there for her?" Scott replied. "How you made sure Will got back home safe after Peter nearly killed her? You got her out of the pool. You took care of her all summer after her surgery. You saved her against Jennifer, the Nogitsune, and Kate, Derek. You saved her every time she needed it." "Just not every time she wanted it." Derek replied. He turned  away from Scott and walked toward the closest pillar. He ran his hand through his hair and sighed heavily. "You can't keep beating yourself up, Derek. Will-" "Deserved better than me." Derek muttered. Scott froze. "What?" "Will always deserved better than what I could give her." Derek explained. "before Kate took me, Will and I...got closer." "But you and Braeden-" Derek nodded. "I knew Braedon would be a safer choice for both of us. Will would get over me finally and have a chance at a better life without me. I went to Braedon to show Will that I wasn't the best thing in her life." "You didn't want to risk hurting her if she stayed. So you hurt her to get her to leave." Scott finished. Derek nodded slowly. "I push her right into Lilith's hands." Scott walked over to Derek. "Have you ever seen Will give up?" Derek turned to Scott. "What?" "Have you ever seen Will give up? Did she ever surrender to anyone?" "No." "And she still hasn't." Scott explained. "Whatever Lilith showed you, it was a lie. One that we're meant to believe so we don't fight back. Will's still inside and she's fighting back. We have to help her." "How?" Derek asked. "There's nothing here that's going to help us and everyone else is convinced that killing Lilith is the only way to stop her." "I know." Scott said. "But maybe we haven't been looking for answers in the right place." Derek took a long look at Scott. "What are you thinking?" "We're asking books. We're not asking people." Scott explained. "And I think there's at least one person that can help us."

Demon-Reprise

Derek couldn't believe his eyes. He couldn't belie it. This couldn't be real. This wasn't Willow Argent standing in front of him. It didn't matter how much she looked like Willow, this wasn't Willow. This...this Thing was a monster in Willow's body. Quite literally. Tangled, manger strands of multicolored hair mixed with brown, overlaying hollow brown eyes, mixed with pale skinned creature, pressing a black heeled boot onto Scott's throat, this was nothing like the vibrant ill tempered, well balanced Huntress he knew. "Will!" Her hollow eyes lifted from Scott's gasping form on the ground and met Derek's gaze. Derek suppressed a shutter creeping up his body as he stared back at her. There was nothing. Nothing in her eyes. No remorse, no regret, no fear, no compassion; but pleasure. Her pale lips turned to form a disturbing smile. Never had Derek ever felt so afraid, but staring at Will, Derek couldn't deny that he was more afraid of Willow right now, than anything he'd ever faced in his whole life. "You must be Derek Hale." Her voice was barely above a whisper, but it was cold, emotionless, and foreign. "My, my, Will certainly didn't exaggerate when it came to you. Most do." "What are you doing, Will?" he asked. Her smile quickly broke into a dark manacle laugh. "I'm sorry Derek, but Willow's not here at the moment. Perhaps I can give her a message for you?" She pressed harder against Scott's throat. Scott choked desperately for air. He pushed against the base of Will's boot, but he couldn't budge it at all. Will smiled wider, all the while keeping her eyes on Derek. Derek growled aggressively. If this was how she wanted to play, then so be it. His claws emerged from their nail beds as his face shifted. "Last chance Will." Derek warned. "Let him go." Will tilt her head to the left. "Are you going to stop me, Derek?" Derek growled. "Then come and stop me!" she ordered, slamming her boot into Scott's throat. Derek heard the bones in his neck crunch under the pressure. Whatever restrain that still remained within him snapped with the bones. Derek rushed her, snarling. But that was his mistake. Will's smirk grew even more demented. With speed that Derek knew she wasn't capable of, Will removed her foot from Scott's neck and drove it into his stomach. The force sent Scott's entire body flying through the air, straight into Derek. Both boys flew back several feet and skid across the ground to a slow stop. Scott gasped for air beside Derek, clutching his  throat. Derek winced and pushed himself up onto his elbows. His back and arms had been scraped raw by the slide on the concrete, but thankfully were healing already. He looked up to where Willow had been, only to find her gone. Suddenly Will landed right in front of him, nearly straddling him on the ground. She slowly reached out her left hand. Derek pulled back, but there wasn't enough room to get far. Her cold fingers touched his cheek and slowly traveled down to his jaw. Derek kept his eyes on Will, watching her face. For a moment, he could've sworn she'd changed. The hollow look and vanished with the smirk. "I can see why she fell in love with you. Loyal to your cause, protective, and handsome as hell. It's no wonder how you broke her heart." Her hand drew away from Derek's face and straightened her palm. An invisible force suddenly yanked Derek onto the ground. He fought to free himself, but his body remained pinned to the ground, while Will straddled him. She leaned over him, mere inches from his face. "I am truly grateful to you, Derek. Without you. I wouldn't be here right now." "What are you talking about?" Derek demanded. "What have you done with Will?" "Oh she's still here." Will said, her smile returning slowly. "She's just...not coming back." Derek fought against the restraints, but could only move  fraction of an inch off the ground. "Don't hurt yourself, Derek. I promised Will I wouldn't kill you. Or the pack." she explained. "It was part of our agreement." "What agreement?" "Simple. I get control of her body and use it how I see fit. And in return, the pack is free from my wrath, and her pain is gone." Will explained. "Again, you have my thanks, Derek. If you hadn't broken her, I never would've found a more willing host. Usually I have to fight them for control. but you...you broke her so badly, she didn't even hesitate to surrender to me." Derek shook his head. "I don't believe you. Will wouldn't give up." Will tilt her head and smiled. "Wouldn't she? Tell me, did you detect any hint of lying, Derek? Any erratic beatings of her heart? Derek was silent. "I know it must be hard to accept that you've done this to her." Will explained. "But I can see you're still not convinced." She leaned in and pressed her lips against Derek. The instant her lips met his, Derek felt a rush of cold engulf his entire body. Her muscles seized, his lungs fought to gain oxygen. Will slowly drew back from Derek, still smiling down at him. Derek gasped for air, but barely got any. His vision was darkening all around him. He couldn't tell where he was. He couldn't move, couldn't feel, couldn't breathe. "My name is Lilith." she whispered into his ear. "And you and your pack, are going to watch your world burn until its nothing but ash."

The Demon part 1

Backstory: Willow Argent is Allison's older sister. Post Season 4.

Derek couldn't believe his eyes. He couldn't believe it. This couldn't be real. This wasn't Willow Argent standing in front of him. It didn't matter how much she looked like Willow, this wasn't Willow. This...this Thing was a monster in Wilow's body. Quite literally. Tangled, mangey strands of multicolored hair mixed with brown, overlaying hollow brown eyes, mixed with pale skinned creature standing on Scott's throat, this was nothing like the vibrant ill tempered, well balanced Huntress he knew.

The pale lips turned into a disturbing smile. "You must be Derek." Even her voice wasn't the same. Emotionless, empty, accented. It wasn't her. "Willow's told me all about you."

Derek narrowed his eyes. "Let him go, Willow."

A dark, maniacle laugh broke from her. "I'm afraid she's not here, Derek." She pressed harder on Scott's throat.

Scott choked beneathe her foot. Derek's eyes shifted instantly. He bared his fangs and raised his claws. Willow-or whoever it was- smirked darkly, and pressed harder on Scott's throat. Derek snarled and rushed her. That was his mistake. The smirk grew even more twisted. Willow lifted her foot from Scott's throat and quickly delivered a hard kick to his stomach. The force sent him flying straight into Derek. Both boys crashed to the ground and skid across the concrete. Scott gasped for air beside Derek, clutching his throat.

Derek pushed himself onto his elbows. He looked up to see Willow flying toward him, literally. She landed on the ground, crouching over him. She pushed her hand toward him and Derek suddenly found himself forced onto his back.

"I should thank you, Derek. You gave me the one thing I needed." she said. "I self-destructive host."

"What have you done to Will?" Derek gritted out, clenching his teeth tightly.

Willow laughed agian. "I didn't do anything. You did."

"What are you talking about?"

"You left her broken, Derek, like you always do." she explained. "And I found her. She was more than willing to let me in, I hardly had to fight her for control. And now that I have it, I'm not about to let her go."

"I swear if you hurt her-"

"Oh Derek, no one can hurt Willow like you can." Willow straightened up and moved from his body.

"What...do you...want?" Scott gasped.

"Revenge." she answered. "They cast me aside...and now the world will pay for it."

"We won't let you."

"You can't stop a demon, boys." Willow smirked and turned toward them. "My name is Lillith. And I will burn this world to ashes."

AN:so this is my first tumblr post for teen wolf. just an idea that popped into my head. probably going to continue if the response is good.

Teen Wolf fanfics

New to Teen Wolf, but I've gotten a lot of fanfic ideas. Just wondering who would be interested in them. Gypsy caravan arrives for a summer festival in Beacon Hills. Mercedes, a gypsy dancer AND Siren, catches Derek's eye. With Derek's luck with women and Mercedes luck with werewolves, the only question is...will they survive? If anyone is interested. Like or repost to let me know. If enough people like it I'll start working on it. In case anyone wss curious, it'll be a four fic saga.

Stannex-Oneshots

Skin

John Kennex hadn't set foot in the lower slums of LA since his case with the tracking bullet. It wouldn't be the last time he'd set foot in the underground of LA, but he hadn't expected to walk in there, under his own free will, for his own purpose. He walked down the street, hands tuck inside his pocket, thumbing the very reason he'd come into the slums. Neon light ahead marked his destination.

A young woman stepped toward the counter. Her skin was covered in an array of tattoos. An array of flowers were tattoo across her collar. Vines and birds travel up her right arm, while old-school cartoons reenacted scenes on her left. A tribal tattoo encircled her forehead. Her lip was tattooed with a heart in the center. Her hair was a neon pink, matching the sign out front. The artist paused when she saw him. "What do you want, Kennex?"

John kept his eyes on the artist and leaned against the counter. "Here for a tattoo, Ebony."

Ebony laughed. "Now why would a Detective want an illegal tattoo?"

John shrugged. "Why does anybody else want one?"

Ebony folded her arms across the counter. "You know how hard it is to keep a business open when you bust my artists and my customers?"

"That was business." John answered. "This is personal."

Ebony snorted humorlessly. "And what if I don't want you in my business?"

John shrugged. "Guess I'll find another shop that will. But if I can't have the best take my business, guess there's no choice." He pushed himself off the counter and turned to leave. John made it two steps before Ebony stopped him.

"What's the that?" she called.

John turned to face her. "Something right up your alley."

"You got a picture?"

"Got the original." John answered. He pulled his hand out of his coat pocket and held up a small piece of paper.

Ebony's brows scrunched together. She gently took the paper and flipped it over. Her eyes grew wide as she saw the image. She bit her lip, thumbing the picture. "You want this the same size?"

"Yeah."

Ebony nodded slowly. "I'll make you a deal, Kennex. I do this tattoo for you, and you give me a year without trouble."

John didn't take a second of hesitation. "Deal."

"First booth on the right." Ebony said. "Take a seat and I'll be right there."

John gave a short nod and headed toward the booths. He entered the frits one on the right and took off his coat. He dropped it on an empty chair and took a seat on the bench. he briefly looked around the booth, taking in Ebony's designs. Tattoo's, photos, all dotted the wall of her booth.

Ebony walked into the booth carrying a transparent piece of paper with the image printed on it. She took a seat by the bench. She grabbed a pair of gloves and slipped them on her hands. "So, where did you want this."

John pulled off his shirt and tapped his right shoulder. "Here."

"Color?"

"You got burgundy?"

Ebony smiled. "Yep." She pulled out her supplies and set up shop. John watched with fascination at the care Ebony put into her set up. There was a pile of Vaseline on the counter and a small cup containing the burgundy ink. She grabbed several antiseptic wipes and ran it over his skin. Next she placed the paper on his shoulder and waited. Ebony slowly peeled away the paper, leaving a light impression on John's shoulder. "Take a look at the position."

John moved to the long mirror on the wall. He nodded. "Looks good."

"Alright, let's do this." Ebony said. She dipped her finger into the Vaseline.

John sat down on the bench. he felt Ebony run her finger over his back, spreading the gel across his skin. He heard the motor of the tattoo gun start up. The needle dipped into the ink and pressed into his skin. It was uncomfortable, but not unbearable. Ebony worked in silence, which was perfectly fine with John. He felt the needle move across his skin, filling in the temporary ink permanently.

"Haven't seen may drawings on paper." Ebony stated, ending the silence.

"Not surprised." John said.

"Must've been some girl." Ebony mused. "She's got you breaking the law for this."

"She's worth it." John answered.

Ebony noted John's tone. Typically these types of tattoos came with this kind of baggage. "How long's she been gone?"

John glanced over his shoulder at Ebony. "Three weeks."

"Work related?"

"Yeah." he answered.

Ebony nodded slowly. "So...is this just to remember her by?"

"Just to tide me over until she comes back." John answered.

Ebony smiled. "And people says men of this age aren't romantic."

John snorted. "Can't imagine why."

Ebony shrugged. She turned off the motor and grabbed another wipe. She cleaned off the extra ink. "Done. Take a look."

John stood up from the bench and walked back to the mirror. He looked over his shoulder into the mirror. John's eyes immediately caught sight of the burgundy colored kiss etched into his shoulder. He smiled sadly, remembering the feel of her lips pressing in that exact same place just three weeks ago.. "Looks great. Thanks."

Ebony stood up with a bandage. She placed it over the tattoo. "If your friend ever wants a matching one, you know where to find me, Kennex."

John chuckled. "I'll keep that in mind." He pulled his shit on over his tattoo and grabbed his jacket. "Have a good night Ebony."

"You too, Detective." she called

John walked out of the booth and out the front doors. He slid his coat on over his back. The action irritated the fresh tattoo, but John moved past it. It was nothing compared to the ache he felt missing her, not knowing what she was doing.

"John."

John sighed and turned. Dorian stood just a few feet down the street, leaning against John's car. John adjusted his collard and walked to the car. "How'd you find me?"

"Honestly, it wasn't that hard." Dorian explained. he pushed himself off the car.

"You gonna give me a citation?" John asked.

Dorian shook his head. "I'd offer to buy you a beer, but alcohol would thin you blood and cause complication in the healing process."

John snorted. "Guess I'll live without then. Need a ride to Rudy's?" He reached for his door, but Dorian stopped him.

"I understand you're worried about Valerie. I am too." Dorian said. "But I am also aware that she is a very capably cop. You need to trust her."

John sighed heavily. "I do. I trust her, Dorian. It's who she's with that I don't trust. They can discover her at any time and we wouldn't know until it's too late."

"Every under cover op has risks, John." Dorian reminded.

"Yeah, the last one ended with a dead cop and an injured robot tech." John replied. He pulled open the door and climbed into the car. "Not promising odds, Dorian."

Dorian sighed and climbed into the passenger side. "You can't always be there to protect her, John. This is her job too."

John nodded slowly. "I know. Still doesn't mean I cant wish I could, though."

Stannex-Oneshots

Honor

"Remind again, why I agreed to go to this award ceremony?" John asked as he straightened his tie in the men's bathroom. He hated formal work functions. He hated dressing in a damn suit and tie, it was why he never attended them. Just a bunch of high ranking lieutenants, captains, and politicians honoring lowly officer's to appeal to the people...and the cops. In the past, John had always opted to stay home, or better yet, work on the evening of the banquet to avoid them.

"Never needed to before." John muttered, moving Dorian's hands from his tie. He turned toward the mirror and checked his appearance. He straightened his-now correctly tied-tie. His white collard was buttoned perfectly and tucked into his black slacks. John fastened his sleeve cuffs, mumbling under his breath. He looked absolutely ridiculous. At least Dorian looked presentable.

"I don't see why you're opposed to attending an even honoring you." Dorian said.

John sighed and grabbed his suit coat. "It's not me, or the officers they're honoring. It's the politicians way of saying 'this is how we're keeping the city safe, with guys like these'. It's all a political game to them." He turned from the mirror and walked out into the hall.

Dorian frowned, following him out of the men's bathroom. "I'm not sure Captain Maldonado would agree with you."

John chuckled and looked over his shoulder to Dorian. "Oh, you're wrong there, Dorian. the captain and I have had several discussions of this sort."

To this, Dorian seemed surprised. "Really?"

"Really." John walked down to his desk and grabbed his work coat. Formal event or not, he was still bringing his own damn coat. He draped the suit jacket over his chair and pulled on his coat. He'd change once he got to the event, not before.

"Well don't we look fancy this evening, Kennex." Paul sneered from his desk. "Off to the mayor's party?"

"John is being honored at the city banquet tonight." Dorian said proudly.

The sneer on Paul's face fade instantly. John turned his face to hide his smirk. "Are you kidding me? What the hell are they honoring you for?"

"For doing my job." John answered. "Looks like somebody didn't get an invite. Guess you'll have to settle watching it from the office."

"John, we should be going." Dorian said.

"He's going?" Paul demanded. "You're a damn robot, what the hell are you-?"

"Apparently Dorian can do your job better than you." John replied. "Cities honoring him as well. Guess you better start doing your job better." He grabbed his coat and walked out into the hall.

Dorian snorted ad followed John. "I'll be monitoring the lines during the banquet."

"Good, maybe we'll get lucky and get called out." John said.

Dorian shook his head. "It won't be that bad, John."

"Speak for yourself." John replied.

"I am."

"You boys ready?"

John and Dorian both turned around. John nearly let his jaw hit the floor. Valerie came walking down the hall wearing a stunning silver dress. The fabric hung to her curves, showing them off the way her typical clothes didn't. The top was accented with minimal beads, but layered to give the dress depth. The skirt hung off her hips and swayed with each step she took. Her dark hair was pulled up and elegantly hung in curls down her bare back.

"Valerie." Dorian smiled. "I heard you were also being honored tonight."

Valerie smiled. "I know. Small world huh?"

"John and I were just about to head out." Dorian said. "Would you like to ride with us."

"Sure, if you don't mind."

Dorian shook his head. "I don't mind. John?"

John managed to find his voice before embarrassing. "Sure. No problem. But uh...someone's gonna have to sit in the back."

"Oh I will." Valerie said.

"Now that that's settled, we should get going." Dorian said.

The walked out into the parking lot of the precinct toward Johns car. The night had been cooler than the weather had predicted. Valerie wrapped her arms around her body to keep the chill from getting to her. John took his extra jacket and wrapped it over Valerie's shoulders. Dorian smiled to himself as he watched John try to keep his cool around Valerie.

John reached the car first and opened the back door for Valerie.

"Thanks." She smiled before sliding into the car.

John closed the door and headed around back. He looked up halfway around and caught Dorian's knowing smirk. John pointed his finger at his partner. "Not a word."

Dorian shook his head. "Of course not."

Stannex-Oneshots

Freedom

"Relax John, she's still at the precinct." Dorian said from his seat. "I have received any sign she's been to booking."

John nodded slowly, easing off the gas-slightly. He sighed heavily, concentrating on the drive back. "No thanks to this bastard."

"And we have him now." Dorian reminded.

"Still did damage to her rep." John stated. "Gonna be hard to live that down. I know."

John pulled the car up in front of the precinct. He turned off the car and climbed out. Dorian climbed out and opened the back door. He took hold of the officer's arm and pulled him out of the car. The cop groaned, the dumbass hadn't expected either DRN nor officer to real beat him bloody. But then the idiot hadn't realized the severity of the situation he'd started. John walked around the car and took the man's other arm, relishing in the man's agony.

As before, news bots and reporters surrounded the front of the precinct. They focused on the officer coming up the steps. John and Dorian pushed through the crowd, ignoring the flashes and prodding mics with each step.

"Kennex!"

John resisted the urge to growl. He looked up at the precinct doors. Paul stood out front accompanied by his MX partner. "Come to see real police work, Paul?"

"Come to help bring in the suspect." Paul answered.

John snorted. "The hell you are."

"This is my case." Paul reminded.

"And look at the bang up job you've done so far." John replied. He pushed past Paul and entered the precinct.

"I'll take the suspect to booking." Dorian said.

John frowned as Dorian led the suspect down the hall. He turned down the opposite end to find the captain already beside him.

"Heard he confessed." Maldonado said.

John nodded. "Right after Dorian threw him through the wall."

Maldonado shook her head. "I'll deal with that later. Right now, there's an officer waiting to be released. Care to do the honors?" She held out Stahl's badge.

"Gladly." John said, taking the badge. He headed down the hall toward interrogation. He didn't care how fast he moved, or who he pissed off on the way. Nothing was going to stand in his way.

The walls were still solidified since the last time he'd stepped inside. But from the outside, John could still make out Valerie's form at the table. It looked as if she hadn't moved since Paul brought her in that morning. John pushed open the door, his eyes instantly falling on Valerie's form. She sat at the table with her hands folded beneath her chin. Her eyes instantly flew up to his. The look of complete panic and expectation was almost enough to break his professionalism.

"We got him, Val." he managed.

"You got him?" she repeated.

John nodded. "Dorian's booking him as we speak. We got everything on him from the first act to his most recent. And that means, you are free to go."

Val's fearful face melted away with relief. She sighed heavily and lowered her face into her hands. She was cleared, finally cleared. Val looked up at John. "You know, I had absolute faith in you and Dorian, but-"

John nodded. "I know. I would've been worried too." He walked to the table and held out her badge.

Valerie looked down at her badge. Only hours ago she'd been forced to give it up for their investigation. Now she had it back. She reached out toward her badge, fumbling to take it into her grasp. Her hand trembled around it. She nearly lost everything because of another cop. Val swallowed, struggling to keep the tears back. She'd held on with the unknown for the entire day, but now that control was slipping through her fingers.

"Val." John knelt down in front of her. He placed his hand over her trembling one. "it's alright now."

Without a word, Valerie wrapped her arms around John's neck. She didn't care what it looked like through the walls or what the officers thought of her. All she cared about was letting John know how much this meant to her. She felt his arms encircle her body, holding onto her. "Thank you."

sequel to arrested. if you guys have any prompts, let me know! and if you could tell me how to get an ask bar that's be great too.