Dream Sequence - Tumblr Posts

The Lorica, page 92 on Flickr.
The end of the dream sequence from earlier pages.



My doodles for @rose0jam !!! I seriously love your story! In my opinion you perfectly characterize Severus!!!!
@rose0jam I colored it :-3




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Stiles & Other Stiles Dream Sequence
disclaimer: i have never seen teen wolf. all my knowledge comes from fanfiction. also spoilers
been having brainrot over this. ive been thinking about this since yesterday but like 'no. im not gonna write it'
..but now ive folded because i cant stop thinking about this conversation. maybe some of the dialogue feels weird. but thats because the first convo i came up with that probably ran a lot smoother i cannot remember. and i never wrote it down
[where the sheriff is dead]
the sheriff dies
stiles is all sad like '..i never got to tell him the truth.'
dream, where theres two stiles (would be void, but. idfk where in the timeline this would be and if that wouldve happened. well not void void but like. teh stiles that 'was' void. the thing of void that remained even when the actual thing left)
Other Stiles: You know what I think you feel? Relief.
Stiles: What?
Other Stiles: I think you felt relief. There's no one you would have to lie to anymore now that he's gone. No more tough conversations, no more facing his disappointment-- Just you and yourself. And now you can do whatever you want without worries of consequences.
Stiles: (..It didn't even occur to me..) No! That's not..!
Other Stiles: But isn't it? This isn't livable, y'know. Sneaking out every other day, researching till exhaustion hits you so bad you black out. He thought you did drugs. Ending up in the wrong sort of crowd. And no matter how much he grounded you, made you do chores, lectured-- it didn't work. And he probably thought, 'what am I doing wrong?'
Stiles: ...
Other Stiles: And you know what? Love can so easily turn into hate. Resentment. You know how he gets when he goes into one of his drunk stupors. Remember?
Stiles: No...
Other Stiles: When mom died. Remember what he said?
Stiles: Stop it!
Other Stiles: You killed her.
Stiles: Shut up! Shut up shut up shut up!
Other Stiles: No matter how much you tell me to shut up, it doesn't change the fact that I'm correct. You want to know what he thought of you?
Stiles: No!
Other Stiles: You already know. After all, he tried everything! He gave you space, he tried to be there, and you just didn't budge. Because no, you were just too stubborn. Just like mom. You know, she didn't even tell dad about her diagnosis until months passed because she knew he'd be crushed. And you know what? He feared that you were doing the same thing. That one day he would find you dead in a ditch. And everyone would see you as just another drug addict who got a little too high and fucked up, and would spit on your name. Or you know what? Not even give a crap.
Stiles: Stop it...
Other Stiles: So if he wasn't the one doing anything wrong, then it was you. You were wrong.
Stiles: No...
Other Stiles: You were messed up and he had no idea how to fix you. What was the point of hiding anyway? Oh wait, I know! Because dear old dad loved you, but he didn't trust you. No, you broke it. And it was too late.
Stiles: I know that. I know that it was too late... I..
Other Stiles: Hell, maybe if you sprouted crap about werewolves and hunters, he would've given up right then and there. Because you were delusional, weren't you? And who knows, maybe if you told him at first, maybe he would've believed you. Or maybe he would've thought you were lying. Maybe he would've gotten mad. Like, who the hell are you to try to reason real life murder cases with fantasy, right? *laugh*
Stiles: ...
Other Stiles: No, how dare you? This isn't time for fun and games, Stiles! You think he would've said that? Maybe he would've been disgusted by you and your blasé attitude towards such a tragedy. Such a loss of life.
Stiles: ..That's not..
Other Stiles: You think you could've gotten proof? Everyone knows Scotty'll follow you. So what if he backs you up? Doesn't mean a thing. Besides, he was chasing after a girl, you really think he would've dropped it to prove to your dad, 'hey, I'm a monster!' And you know Derek would never have been up for it. No point in trying.
So all that's left is you and your words. Does he trust you? Does he trust you enough to believe what you're saying?
Stiles: ..Just stop it already.
Other Stiles: You know the answer. He wouldn't have believed you. Maybe he even hates you for having such a shitty son. Can't do anything right. Remember Jackson? Never would've thought it was in you to pull such a 'prank'. I thought I taught you better. Y'know?
Stiles: ..You're such a liar. I didn't feel relief. I never did. So what if there were hard times!? He was my dad! And I didn't make it any easier for him.. We still loved each other..
Other Stiles: Did he?
Stiles: Just! I don't need this right now. I don't need you trying to undermine everything and--
Other Stiles: Am I wrong?
Stiles: Just shut up! Just shut up for one second. I don't know who you are, why you're me, where these thoughts are coming from, I just-!
"Stiles?"
He opened his eyes.
The teen shuddered, feeling all sweaty and gross.
"Wha..?"
inspired by the dream part of this: (sheriff being dead came from me starting a diff fic where he dies. and then i went to bed.)