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EICHEN HOUSE JUST CALLED.

they said — and i quote — “we cannot contain whatever the hell you’ve become.”

and honestly?? VALID. i am currently writing chapter 19 of a new fic with so much volatile, nuclear-grade feral energy that if they tried to lock me up, i’d peel the doors off the hinges like they were made of wet tissue.

i am running on:

⚡️ five cans of Red Bull ⚡️ negative emotional regulation ⚡️ the spirit of the nogitsune cheering me on like an unholy sports dad

the nemeton is hiding behind a tree. the telluric currents shut themselves off like a tripped breaker. mountain ash is trying to file a restraining order.

because CHAPTER 19 IS POSSESSING ME.

we have:

✨ tattooed stiles whose ink absolutely has lore consequences ✨ a six-year time jump that emotionally annihilated derek hale so badly he is basically stubble and grief in a leather jacket ✨ heartbreak so potent, if you bottled it, it would count as a Class A supernatural weapon

and ME??

I AM TYPING LIKE I JUST BROKE OUT OF EICHEN HOUSE USING NOTHING BUT A RED BULL CAN AND MY VIBES.

every line i write sounds like a prophecy whispered under a blood moon. the document tried to crash and i stared at it so hard it reopened itself out of fear.

derek is on his knees in this chapter. the moon is trembling. stiles’ tattoos are glowing. my keyboard is smoking.

i am too powerful. i am too caffeinated. i am one more paragraph away from becoming a myth in the supernatural bestiary.

if eichen house tried to sedate me, the needle would melt.

anyway, going back in. if i start speaking latin backwards, just assume chapter 19 is finally complete.

feral void screech echoes through the preserve 🕷⚡️🔥🖤🌑

(aka me and my therapist are gonna have a long talk)

hi yes hello it’s me again back with more chaos because apparently i refuse to let any of us be normal.

SO HERE’S WHAT’S COOKING IN CHAPTERS 4–8:

💛 chapter four: derek starts doing The Soft Stare™ the kind of look that should come with a warning label stiles experiences full sensory shutdown i personally disintegrated

🔥 chapter five🍟: where they “casually” share fries like two idiots starring in a low-budget romance commercial their shoulders touch—TOUCH—and stiles immediately leaves his body derek stares at the fry like it just whispered forbidden secrets their fingers brush once and BOTH glitch so hard the pigeons look concerned

🐺 chapter six: the accidental flirting becomes aggressively not accidental derek hovers in a doorway like a broody greek statue stiles falls in love for the 87th time that day vibes: illegal

💥 chapter seven: THE TENSION. THE CHEMISTRY. THE ALMOST-TOUCHES THAT FEEL LIKE ACTUAL ASSAULT. derek looks at stiles like he’s a sunrise stiles looks back like he’s two seconds from passing out i had to lie down

💛🔥 chapter eight: not saying something happens but also something happens the proximity?? the softness?? the barely-contained feral energy?? i’m suing these men for emotional whiplash

so um ✨ chapters 4–8 are now live on ao3 ✨ go scream. go howl. go run into the woods and bite a tree.

p.s. soooo… you might wanna keep your phone charged and your sanity loosely attached, because the rest of the chapters? yeah. they’re dropping tomorrow like a dramatic plot twist no one asked for but everyone secretly wanted. it’s feral. it’s emotional. it’s the narrative equivalent of being grabbed by the hoodie and told to feel things. brace yourselves. hydrate. good luck out there.

p.p.s. and uhhhh btw… a brand new fic is kicking off on Monday because i will finally be free from work and aggressively distracting myself from uni like a responsible adult so yes more chaos more unhinged plotting more emotional damage see you then 💛🔥📚

(aka: the “oh no why are my feelings leaking out of my eyeballs” edition)

okay LISTEN… i wasn’t gonna say anything yet but the brainrot has taken full control so here’s a totally normal, totally chill teaser for the first three chapters of this stupid little fic i’m writing:

💛 chapter one: Stiles? staring out his window at derek hale pacing in his bedroom like he’s auditioning for a tragic indie film? also stiles: writing cue cards like a victorian maiden with a crush so intense it should be ILLEGAL today sucked. derek didn’t. send tweet.

💛 chapter two: stiles’ room is basically a shrine to poor life decisions, hozier depression playlists, and derek’s old hoodie. he waves at derek from the window. derek WAVES BACK. please collect my soul from the floor.

💛 chapter three: erica drags derek through the hallway like a glittery emotional hurricane while stiles waves at him like an enthusiastic golden retriever with clinical levels of yearning. derek tries to wave back. the tries is what kills me. stiles muttering “she wears designer skirts; i wear a shirt i’ve slept in for three days” is my roman empire.

i’m not saying this fic is coming soon but also i’ve written almost 10k of accidental pining nonsense and i am NOT NORMAL ABOUT IT 👀💛🐺💥

ps. uhhhhhhh so. the first three chapters are actually up on ao3 now. i may have blacked out and hit “post.” go scream with me 🫣🔥📇

i’m working the next two days (rip me) so i won’t be as unhinged on here for a minute — but besties… the ideas?? the brainrot?? the snippets clawing at the inside of my skull??? they’re waiting.

once i’m free from capitalism’s cursed grasp, i’ll be back in the writing chair with fresh chaos, fresh angst, and probably too many feelings about derek hale’s stupid face.

stay feral without me 💛✨

tiny sterek snippet from Porcelain Nights bc my brain won’t shut up:

“i keep seeing it,” stiles says, voice barely there. “her hands on you. your eyes on her. like i walked in on a version of you i was never supposed to know existed.”

derek’s breath stutters. “stiles—”

“don’t.” stiles laughs, small and broken. “you can’t tell me it didn’t happen. you can’t tell me i didn’t watch you choose someone who wasn’t me.”

derek steps closer, slow, careful, wrecked. “i didn’t choose her,” he whispers. “i just… lost you before i ever got the chance to have you.”

hi wolves & wanderers — here’s a soft launch of my sterek works so far 🩸✨ tiny teasers, big feelings, and a link to the place where i write boys with bruised hearts trying to love each other anyway.

📖 AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/aliyahtamara98x/pseuds/aliyahtamara98x

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✨ masterlist (so far)

1. Porcelain Nights

teaser: “a betrayal replayed like a heartbeat, two boys cracking under the weight of love that cuts deeper than the wound that caused it.”

2. What the Tree Demands

teaser: “the nemeton takes what matters most—so when derek offers his love, the forest decides what’s left of him.”

3. Rules of Falling

teaser: “a gentle beginning, a dangerous honesty, and the slow realisation that falling for someone can hurt worse than hitting the ground.”

4. I’ll Give It To Someone Special (Spoiler: It’s Still You)

teaser: “last christmas broke them; this one might put them back together—if stiles can believe the gift derek’s offering is finally real.”

5. You Belong With Me — a Sterek AU teaser: “missed chances, soft ache, and a rain-kiss that turns ‘you belong with me’ into something true.”

6. He Loved Me Wrong — Book 1: The Night That I Stopped Being Yours teaser: “a shattered boy, a six-year exile, and a reunion that proves some wounds don’t stay buried.”

^^^this is just the first crack — the next two books of he loved me wrong are written and will hit ao3 soon. brace yourselves. no one leaves unscarred.

I should NOT — SHOULD. NOT. — be allowed a Spotify account 😭🔥 Who in their right mind handed ME 🎀 the feral goblin queen of the wolfpit 🎀 unlimited emotional chaos in audio form???

I press play ONCE and suddenly: 🎧🙂 → 😭 → 🤡 → ✍️💥 writing a tragic 100k outline in the dark like a gremlin powered by trauma and caffeine

AND THE CULPRIT OF TODAY’S BREAKDOWN??? The REASON for this post???

✨🔥 “DAMMIT” by JANA KRAMER 🔥✨ I have it on repeat like it’s paying my rent. Spotify is like “here’s a nice sad song :)” and I’m like 🙂 → 😵‍💫🩸 “COOL THANKS, TIME TO INVENT A NEW EMOTIONAL WAR CRIME.”

Every. Single. Lyric. hits like: 💔 “WHAT IF THIS WAS STILES’ LOWEST POINT” 😩 “WHAT IF DEREK HEARD THIS AND CRIED” 🐺 “WHAT IF THIS IS THE SOUNDTRACK TO A 6-YEAR HEARTBREAK ARC”

Spotify: plays chorus softly Me: 🫠 “oh cool I’ll just ruin 3 fictional lives and maybe my own while I’m at it.”

My playlists are no longer playlists. They are: ⚠️ emotional hazard zones ⚠️ fanfic starter packs ⚠️ unhinged portals to suffering

Honestly someone needs to YEET my headphones into the sun ☀️ because I cannot be trusted. One sad lyric and suddenly I’m pacing like a Victorian ghost and drafting a fic where everyone cries but in a sexy narrative way.

And to my faithful wolfpit children… come. Gather. Lean in close.

👉🐺 https://open.spotify.com/track/67eNiTU2mPAOOBHtcoBroh?si=e66062ace865407f🐺👈 Hold my hand as we collectively spiral into the abyss together 😭🔥

Anyway I’m gonna go listen to “Dammit” again and get attacked by another plot bunny 🐇🔪✨