prettiestcaptain:

The world went to hell shortly after a nuclear war broke out. The population rapidly dropped from over seven billion to only a few hundred thousand people scattered around the destroyed world. Small communities of survivors were built, but many still wander through the wasteland on their own. Stiles is one of the lone wanderers. It’s better this way; the only person you can trust anymore is yourself. Or so he thought. He quickly learns that in a world without rules, a little help doesn’t hurt.

batwynn:

Stiles and his Emissary uniform. [Triskelion added once he–loudly–joined the Hale pack.] Special kudos to anyone who recognizes the symbolism on his jacket. XD

*The Hale family jacket for the more extravagant evenings or meetings with other pack leaders.  [Usually taken off almost immediately after said meeting so Derek can sulk in comfort. ]