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freddieslater · 3 years

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Twelve Days of Rarepairs: Scydia/McMartin | Scott McCall x Lydia Martin (Teen Wolf)

Requested by @wonderdoves & anonymous

"This place is…"

Scott can't even think of a word. He just gazes ahead of them in wonder and awe. For miles, all he can see is snow. A thick white blanket of it covering the entire path ahead, the roads, the cobblestoned buildings, the trees—god, even the trees feel like something out of a fairytale, with long, twisting branches that have a dusting of snow themselves. And it's still going, trying to make them part of the scenery, too.

"You'd think you'd never seen snow before," Lydia teases.

"I haven't—not like this! California's snow is nothing compared to this."

Lydia just smiles, a certain fondness in her eyes. She squints up at the sky, her nose wrinkling slightly, their suitcases dragging along through the snow behind them as they continue their way from the ferry port. Something else that Scott is admittedly still in amazement over; he'd never actually been on a ferry before.

It's just a good thing that the snow stopped long enough for them to actually reach Ireland, or else they'd have still been holed up in their cabin, stuck somewhere in the middle of the sea. Not the worst scenario he can think of, to be fair. But he's glad, nonetheless, because this is so much better.

"I don't know," Lydia says. "I think I prefer the warm winters. I'm just hoping that Gran and Nana make their hot chocolate like they used to when I was younger, I'm telling you, it's the best thing ever."

Scott smiles, finally looking at Lydia as they come to a stop outside a two-storey, cobbled house with a gate around the garden. Her cheeks are flushed from the cold, her nose a pale pink. Snowflakes have clung to her green hat, along the shoulders of her matching green coat, and to her eyelashes. There's a gleam of pure excitement and joy beneath them as she stares at the house.

When she takes a deep breath, it returns like a puff of smoke. Scott gently squeezes her hand and holds it up in his own, bringing her gloved knuckles to his lips.

"You look nervous," he tells her softly.

"A little," Lydia says, nodding. "Only because I haven't been here since I was… nine? And there's so much to tell them. I mean, I know my mom filled them in on pretty much everything, but still."

Scott nods as well, saying, "I know. It's a lot. But it'll be okay."

"Yeah, of course," Lydia agrees. Her smile seems a little more confident as she gives another nod.

They walk through the gate, into the garden that Scott's now seeing is teeming with things; empty plant pots, kids toys, an overturned bicycle. Even the stones of the house are more interesting than he had initially realized, with bright murals painted across the whole front of the house.

As soon as they enter the house, the door closing behind them, they're hit with unexplainable warmth. And the shouting and giggling of kids that whiz past them, nearly knocking them off their feet.

"I forgot how loud it gets here," Lydia says, but she's laughing. Scott can see it in her eyes as she looks around the entrance hall, beautifully decorated with lengths of tinsel, and handcrafted baubles hanging from the ceiling.

Framed pictures line the walls up the stairs as far as he can. The closest one, hanging by the bottom of the stairs, has a familiar little girl, giving her biggest smile to the camera beside a young woman with a striking resemblance.

"Is this you?" Scott asks, his smile wide.

Lydia looks at the photo. "Oh god, yeah. I think that was when I was, like… six? I came up here every Christmas and New Year before my parents divorced. That's my gran."

"You look like her," Scott tells her, and he can hear the joyful skip of heart, hear it in her proud little hum of agreement.

"Well, maybe without some of the grey hair," a voice says from behind them.

They both turn around, and Lydia's face lights up. She's already squealing and dropping her suitcase and Scott's hand.

"Gran!" Lydia practically flies at her, hugging her tightly.

Her gran laughs, caught by surprise but only for a second, wrapping her up in her arms. "I've missed you too, Ariel!"

"Haven't heard that name in a while," someone else says, with a distinctively more Irish accent, but still holding the same fond, overjoyed tone.

Scott looks at the woman who appears at their side from the room behind Lydia and her gran. He recognizes her instantly from all the photos.

Maddy places a hand on Lorraine's shoulder as she and Lydia pull apart. Lydia looks on the verge of tears as she buries herself into Maddy's open embrace as well for a second, both laughing now.

"And you…" Lorraine looks over Scott with a smile and a gleam in her eyes. A certain kind of knowing. "... You're Scott McCall."

Scott returns her smile and nods. "I am. I've heard a lot about you, Mrs. Martin."

"Yeah, I know a thing or two about you as well," Lorraine tells him, and he knows.

He knows she isn't just talking about him and Lydia being together, but about everything. The deadpool. She knew who he was and what he was going to be before he even hit ten.

For a moment, his worries from the ferry come back. Not all supernatural creatures are a fan of each other, and with the destruction that werewolves have a history of causing, banshees can't be that fond of them. And especially with everything that's happened to Lydia.

But then her smile grows and she says, "I'm glad to finally meet you! And, please, call me Lorraine. This is my wife, Maddy."

"So, this is the little wolf that got your heart, huh?" Maddy jokes to Lydia, an arm around her shoulders.

Lydia looks at Scott. She bites her bottom lip through her smile, and her eyes are saying everything.

She nods and softly says, "Yeah. He is."

"Then you're more than welcome here," Lorraine says.

Relief starts to lift the weight off of Scott's shoulders and chest. The warm, welcoming atmosphere is hard to resist, and he's already feeling at home.

Lydia was right. The hot chocolate is one of the best things he's ever had. Creamy and overflowing with marshmallows with a candy cane to stir it around. Not to mention the plate of cookies. He has never had a gingerbread man that tastes this good.

It's already dark outside, the sun having set an hour or two after they arrived. They already changed into warmer, more comfortable clothes, and settled in front of the fireplace in the living room to get rid of the chill from the snow. Lorraine and Maddy insisted. Didn't want them getting sick, and ignoring their protests about not being able to actually get sick.

"Your cousins don't look like they're having a good time," Scott comments quietly, watching the half-asleep couple sitting in the corner.

"They have five kids, all under the age of ten," Lydia replies. "I think the only thing they can feel right now is exhausted."

Scott snorts. He looks around the room. He's met nearly everyone on this side of the family by now. Every cousin, second cousin, aunts, uncles. The kids that Lorraine and Maddy took in have been especially eager to meet him.

His attention is drawn back to the little boy sitting cross-legged in front of him. He's only nine.

Scott wasn't expecting it when Lorraine and Maddy told him that around ten years ago, another banshee had found them. She was only nineteen and had no one and no idea what was going on with her. They took her in, Lorraine helped her. And from then, it's like their home was its own supernatural beacon, but for kids who had nowhere else to go.

Sean, the little boy currently sneaking another gingerbread man from the plate, is a werewolf. His family, his pack, were hunted down when he was four. Lorraine felt it coming. She and Maddy found Sean.

There's a little yelp and Sean clutches his hand. Scott catches a glimpse of tiny claws where nails should be.

"Can I…?" he asks, holding out a hand.

Sean hesitates, but he glances at Lydia, who smiles and nods encouragingly, then back at Scott. He slowly gives him his hand, palm up.

"I don't know how to control it…" Sean mutters, looking down sheepishly.

Scott inspects where the small trickle of blood is coming from. Three little lines where his claws accidentally caught his skin in passing.

Shaking his head, Scott speaks gently, and draws on the pain in Sean's hand. "It's okay. You're still learning."

"Yeah, it's actually harder for born wolves," Lydia chimes in, nodding convincingly when Sean lifts his eyes to her with curiosity. "You'd think it was the other way around, but one of our friends—he was born a werewolf."

"And he didn't learn until he was sixteen," Scott tells him. "It just takes time."

"And knowing what keeps you grounded," Lydia adds. "Your anchor."

Sean looks at Scott. "Do you have an anchor?"

Scott nods. "I do. I had to learn to let me be my own anchor, but when that doesn't work for me, I focus on all the people I love. My mom, my best friend, my pack."

He glances at Lydia only to find her already gazing at him with the softest smile, her cheek leaning against her shoulder. She places a kiss to his shoulder, her hand resting on her arm for a second.

"You just need to find something that makes you feel more in control," Scott finishes, turning back to Sean. "Even if it's an emotion."

Sean nods slowly. His expression is one of deep thought, trying to work to figure out what his own anchor could be.

"Now, you should go clean this up," Scott says. "Just run it under warm water with some soap, okay? It might sting a little, but just ask Lorraine or Maddy if they have any antibiotic cream, and then put a bandage on it."

"Are you a doctor?" Sean asks.

"No," Scott can't help but grin as he says, "I'm just a vet."

That answer only seems to confuse Sean. But he gets up and hurries off to go do what Scott instructed.

When Scott turns back, Lydia's still watching him. She has this look on her face, a thoughtful glaze in her eyes and a certain kind of smile that he can't read.

Chuckling, Scott asks, "What is it?"

She lets a beat pass. She shakes her head, takes a slow breath in, then looks over at the window instead.

"It's still snowing. Do you wanna sit in the garden? There's a nice bench out back."

Scott's eyebrows furrow a little, but he stands with her, following her to the back door from the kitchen. Stepping outside is like what he'd imagine stepping into a walk-in freezer would feel like.

But the cold biting at his skin is unimportant. The awe hits him all over again as he takes in the sight of the garden, feeling like he just stepped into a fairytale instead. Everywhere he looks, everything is white and sparkling. From the entire ground, to the gazebo at the end of the garden.

Somehow, in amidst it all, there are flowers. Whole roses and everything, snow dusting across their dark red petals.

"This is…" Scott breathes out, his eyes wide, "... I don't even know what this is. This place doesn't feel real."

Lydia laughs gently. She wraps her arms around her and nods, looking around as the snow falls around them.

"Yeah, it does feel kind of… magical."

"We could actually make a snowman," Scott continues. "Or have a real snowball fight. Are snow angels things that people actually do?"

Lydia's eyebrows are raised when he looks back at her, and she's shaking her head. But she's got a smile that stretches to the corners of her eyes and he can feel emotions radiating off of her.

"You are so dorky." She moves closer, wrapping her arms around the back of his neck. "And I love you."

Scott smiles. His voice is soft and giving away all of the fondness he feels for her when he says, "And I love you."

She leans in, her head tilting. Her lips are soft against his. He pulls her a little closer, his arms wrapping around her waist. The cold and even the snow is easier to ignore.

Lydia pulls back, her hands lingering on his shoulders. Scott doesn't let go at all.

"I'm really glad you're here with me," Lydia tells him. "And my whole family now loves you, so that's a nice bonus. I think you even made a friend."

Scott grins, shrugging. "Your family is great, and I am… beyond relieved that they like me. And, I think with Sean, it's a werewolf thing."

"Oh, no." Lydia shakes her head firmly. "Maybe that's a small part of it, the whole Alpha thing and all, but all of the kids in there love you."

They pull apart. Lydia sits down on the bench. Scott follows, and can't help but start piling the snow from the arm of the bench into a ball in his hand.

"You were amazing with Sean," Lydia comments, glancing at him. She's doing the same thing with the snow on her side.

Scott shrugs again. "I just told him the same as I told Liam. And Alec. It's how I wish I could have been introduced to all of this. With someone reassuring me that it would be okay."

Lydia nods in a shared understanding. Neither of their starts in the supernatural word were exactly pleasant or comforting. Scott's only sorry that Lydia was brought into it the way she was.

She rests a hand on top of his, curling her fingers beneath his palm. She squeezes gently.

He knows that she can tell what he's thinking. Sometimes he worries that banshees have the ability to read minds as well. But the look she gives him and her hand there with his draws his thoughts away from the past. Everything is okay. It's better than okay.

"It's amazing what your gran and nana have done, though," Scott says. "Taking in supernatural kids who have nowhere else to go."

"Yeah, it's like a little foster home, but… for werewolves, banshees, and everything else," Lydia jokes, but her smile is sincere. "It's a really good thing they're doing. The kids are so happy here."

"I can see why," Scott says, gazing back out across the garden. The snow has the sky practically glowing, in no way looking like it's dark enough to be night.

There's a slight pressure against his hand from Lydia's fingers, moving slowly.

"Do you… do you think that's something you'd ever want to do?" Lydia asks, careful with her words.

Scott looks back at her. She's watching him again, with curious eyes. His heart drops many beats.

"Wait, are you—?" he starts to ask, but Lydia's eyes widen and she quickly shakes her head.

"No!" she hastens to answer. "No, I'm not! I just meant… you know, in general, is it—is it something that you can see for the future? Not necessarily the foster home part, but… you know."

She chews her bottom lip. Scott takes it in, letting the question process. After a moment, a smile curves the corners of his mouth up.

"Imagine, the first werewolf-banshee hybrid," he says.

"That can't have been done before," Lydia agrees, a laugh to her voice. "I wonder if one side would skip them, or if we'd be creating a whole new species."

Scott actually does laugh now, and Lydia joins him. His stomach is buzzing with butterflies or bees, he can't tell.

When they both go quiet, Scott slowly nods. He lifts his eyes to meet Lydia's.

"I like the sound of that," he says softly. "Whether it be a werewolf-banshee hybrid, or even an orphaned werewolf with nobody else… yeah. It's something I see for the future."

Lydia takes in a deep breath. She presses her lips together as her smile threatens to take over her entire face. She just nods, and breathes out slowly.

"Good to know," she says. "I do too, for the record."

"Okay, that's great," Scott says, grinning from ear to ear.

Lydia hums in agreement. Then the ball of snow that she'd been forming hits him square in the chest.

It's safe to say that it is freezing. The snow instantly seeps through his Christmas jumper, melting into his skin. He gasps while Lydia laughs behind her hands, hee eyes wide.

"You said you wanted a snowball fight…" she reminds him.

Scott nods. "You're absolutely right. I did."

The ball of snow in his own hand hits Lydia. She gasps, snow sticking to her jumper as well now.

"Oh my god, so cold!" she exclaims. "Why is that so cold?!"

"Because it's real snow," Scott says, his excitement quickly returning.

Lydia looks at him, her eyes narrowing. A familiar, competitive smirk forms on both their faces.

"Game on," she says.

Next second, they're trying to dodge out of the other's way, snowballs flying across the garden. There are gasps and shouts and laughter when they successfully land a shot.

Maybe it's a little unfair that Scott taps into his heightened abilities to move faster. But the advantage doesn't stop Lydia from managing to sneak up on him and tackle him into the snow. It's so deep that they sink a few inches into it, laughing until their sides and faces ache, and neither of them actually win, both claiming they did. But they end up just lying there in the freezing snow, curled into each other, staring up at the night sky.

#teen wolf #twedit #twrarepair #scydia #mcmartin #scott mccall #lydia martin #scott x lydia #lydia x scott #twelve days of rarepairs #rowing the rarepair rowboat #myedits*#wonderdoves #OKAY SO I LOVED WRITING THIS #you really let me just go for it with that prompt damn I love that thank you #and scott and lydia are like one of my favourite otps for teen wolf so once again THANK YOU so much for allowing to let them be soft #hope that you enjoy!!#also if any rarepairs are late at all over the next twelve days... no they aren't you can't see that

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takaraphoenix · 4 years

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*chanting* Danny Phantom, Danny Phantom, Danny---

Let me set the stage. The year is 2014, a friend of mine has successfully not just convinced me to watch this cartoon but also introduced me to the baffling concept that wait in this fandom, selfcest exists and is like vaguely popular? I was delighted!

So this story took off after 02x06 Identity Crisis, when Danny’s ghost and human side were split in canon. Phantom started to develop more of an on personality in Danny’s mind, a comforting presence, but they were now two souls trapped in one body. And, here’s where my memory fails me a bit on the “how?” but somehow, they would manage to split into two separate bodies, one full ghost, one full human.

The endgame was that they get married and adopt and raise Dani together, like on the very long run. And yes, long, because this was supposed to be a rewrite of the entire consequent show post 02x06.

And though I only ever got three pages written, the document has remained in my folder for those past six years, because I did make notes on the changes I had planned throughout the show and I guess that a part of me remained hopeful that hey, just maybe once I rewatch the show, I’ll get back into it and actually finish it.

(...man I really hope the vase metaphor makes sense. I had, still have, a very clear visual picture of what I meant with that xD”) But here, have a snippet:

It had started out how everything that ended in chaos, catastrophes and crisis in his life had always started. With one of his parents' inventions. Of course it did, it had to.

The Fenton Ghost Catcher.

The first time he became they. Splitting one person into two different, separate beings.

Sometimes Danny wondered if Sam and Tucker truly believed that going through the catcher again (and again because the second time had failed in the most confusing and weird way. Which was saying a lot considering the first time) would simply fix things again? Make them one again?

How could it? It had created two separate entities. Splitting his personality.

Phantom had explained it to Danny the first time he had asked what this meant, how this was possible. Right after the two of them had gone through the catcher to 'fix things', just to notice that Danny wasn't alone in his mind anymore. That he was hearing a voice, a voice he wasn't controlling, one that spoke to him. Another mind inside his head. Phantom's mind.

Now, Phantom had explained it with a metaphor. He had described them as a vase – which was weird for Danny, but he had gone with it and listened patiently anyway. A white vase. Danny Fenton was the vase and when he had gone into the ghost portal for the first time, one half of that white vase had been painted black. Creating Danny Phantom. Now that vase was facing society with its white side, everyone who walked past it saw a white vase. If someone came and just spun the vase around once, everyone who would walk past that vase would see a black vase. Just like when Danny would 'go ghost', turning human Danny into ghost Danny.

Going through the Fenton Ghost Catcher was like breaking the vase, a clear cut right in the middle. But it was more than just breaking the vase, it was like fixing each half with a flat part to close it, creating two working vases that coexisted. Going through the Ghost Catcher again didn't just put the vase back into its original form though, it just took the two fixed-up vases and glued the flat sides together. It looked like one, whole vase again and they couldn't stand beside one another anymore, but the water one poured into the white half wouldn't fill the black half. They were still two different vases, just now stuck together again.

And so were Danny and Phantom now. Two minds forced back into one head. And just like the vase, the half turned to the front was the half 'in charge'. When the black half of the vase was turned to the front, filled with water and holding the flowers, that was when Danny would go ghost from now on. Giving the reins over to Phantom, who took charge of their body.

Danny was a freaking vase.

It gave him a headache, really, so he decided to just nod and agree. They had been split and they couldn't be put back together to one, he got it that far. At first, that annoyed and scared him. Because there was that constant, nagging voice – Phantom had a lot to complain and it distracted Danny from the actual situation he was in, causing Mister Lancer, his parents and his friends to scold him for spacing out. What scared him however was the essential question.

Was he still himself? Had the split taken part of his personality away from him, given it to Phantom? Was he still the person he thought he was? But no one noticed a change in him. Where Tucker had claimed the human Danny to be 'fun Danny' before, now he and everyone else seemed to see Danny as just Danny. But that had only unsettled him even more.

If nothing of his personality was missing, then what exactly was Phantom?

“I'm not you. We're not split anymore. We're both separate people now, Danny. Why can't you wrap our head around that? I explained it often enough by now”, complained Phantom's voice annoyed.

Because it was strange and weird and confusing, really. Wouldn't that mean they weren't the ones who had come out of the Catcher after all? Because Danny wasn't so careless and uninterested in saving lives anymore, he was back to his overly worried and self-sacrificing self. And Phantom had finally stopped with his stupid alliterations, he still spoke a little high-and-mighty and seemed more intelligent than Danny though (if Danny was being honest, which he didn't like, because seriously, he wasn't even the cleverest person in his own mind anymore. How was that fair?).

“We evened out. Like the vases. I don't feel like you truly grasp the metaphor, do you? I've really tried putting it simple for you, Danny. We were fixed, like the two halves of the vase. Being glued together again changed our dynamic once more, just like breaking us apart had. We were two extremes – the heroic ghost and the carefree human. Now you're as much a complete person as I am, even though we have been split from the same. I am still the hero and protector of Amity, but it's not the only interest I have anymore. Just like you have concerns for other things aside from fun”, replied Phantom, sounding bored. “However, we adjusted differently. Not evening out to be exact copies of one another. Now we're two different people.”

Two different people, but stuck in one mind.

“You're not happy with that, I gathered as much”, sighed Phantom.

“It's not that”, muttered Danny beneath his breath, knowing it wasn't necessary for him to talk out loud, but very much feeling like this was important enough to be properly discussed. “I... like having you around. But it's just... draining. And confusing. I think Jazz is that short of stuffing us into a straight-jacket, you know? I'm worried about that. And it's depressing that I'm the only one who can hear you when we talk, which did lead to the whole Jazz wanting us in a straight-jacket thing to begin with. And sometimes I just... want you there, like physically there, when I talk with Tuck and Sam, because you're like the only one who really understand me, you know? Like, they can be really stubborn and they don't get me, but I know you would and you would be able to explain stuff in a way they'd get it too, because you're just better at those things...”

In Danny's mind, he could picture Phantom grinning at that. If Phantom would be here now, he so would be rolling his eyes and grinning, Danny just knew it. And it irritated him that he couldn't see it. But the Ghost Catcher was broken, had been broken a couple days ago. And there was no other way either of them could think of to separate them.

Send me a document title from my WIP folder and ask me about it! If I can, I’ll provide a snippet!

#Pitch Pearl #PitchPearl #Danny Phantom #WIP Doc Ask Game #send me asks #wonderdoves

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sakebytheriver · 3 years

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I followed you based on your icon alone 😅 but i was searching for your explanation of what happened in s3 of siren and couldn't really find a direct answer?

Lol well, thank you for the follow and here's a link to my most comprehensive siren rant. I've got a couple more but this one sums up all of my emotions regarding what that show did

https://sakebytheriver.tumblr.com/post/627454166473834496/i-think-the-reason-why-sirens-betrayal-cuts

#ignore me #answered #wonderdoves

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kor-ra · 3 years

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can you gif the part in Soul 2020 where the Jerry mentions that they leave soul crushing to earth? (im paraphrasing sorry)

hey! I’m pretty sure it was actually 22 who said that so that’s the scene i did. Here ya go!

#answered #wonderdoves

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laufire · 3 years

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7, 13, and 49 for the "spotify wrapped" 😉

7. “Make Me Feel” by Janelle Monáe

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It is, after all, a Latoya x Leena song xD

Baby, don’t make me spell it out for you All of the feelings that I've got for you Can't be explained, but I can try for you Yeah, baby, don't make me spell it out for you You keep on asking me the same questions (why?) And second-guessing all my intentions Should know by the way I use my compression That you've got the answers to my confessions

13. “Seven Devils” by Florence + The Machine

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This one is for my man Captain Flint 🖤

Holy water cannot help you now Thousand armies couldn't keep me out I don't want your money I don't want your crown See, I've come to burn your kingdom down

49. “Samson and Delilah” by Shirley Mason.

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Delilah, she climbed up on Samson's knee "Said tell me where your strength lies, if you please" Then she spoke so kind and she talked so fair Till Samson said "Delilah, cut off my hair

I’ve been OBSESSED with this song ever since The Sarah Connor Chronicles lol.

#wonderdoves #replies #talking to the void #my thoughts #music #thank you!

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faersflower · 3 years

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39 for the spotify game ♥️

Look this is on here cause of lovely @stvrmhondss edit.

Also cause I very quickly associated it with Eliot too.

#music #spotify wrapped #ask game #wonderdoves #thank you!!

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legendsofentity · 2 years

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guys i'm sorry...

i know i should've posted that new wonderdove chapter ages ago, but i haven't even started writing it. i still love wonderdove with all my heart, but i got no inspiration or motivation to do it right now. send help.

#wonderdove #help #please

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koriandrsgar · 4 years

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i didn't send the last ask, but yeah since they're making one of the new villains of the season Scarecrow (as if trigon didn't accomplish the same thing of characterization through fears) and taking the team to Gotham for no reason they probably will still hold back Joker.... they might try to do an RH through him???

... weak.

not to mention with them introducing Babs we're going to get a whole new level of Kory backlash carried over from the comics shipper drama (and racists)

oh, i get what you’re saying. if they use scarecrow instead of the joker, i’m not totally against it. but it sounds so good that i don't actually see the writers doing it. as for the incoming ship war, i’m 100% out of that. i’m not a die-hard dickkory shipper, so as long as people don’t disrespect anna in any way possible we should be fine. i swear to god i will leave this fandom if they bring any of that nonsense over here lol.

#titans #titans thoughts #titans season 3 #titans asks #wonderdoves

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evanbucklley · 3 years

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7 & 13 for spotify? :)

7. Maniac - Conan Gray

13. Sucker - Vistas

Thankyou!!! :)))

#answered #ask games #wonderdoves #thankyou again!!!! :))#spotify wrapped

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moonlightperseus · 3 years

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7 & 13 for spotify :)

[7 - The Devil’s Tears by Angus & Julia Stone]

[13 - Poetry by Wrabel]

...definitely two very different vibes but i stand by them both.

send me a number 1-100 and I’ll tell you the song it corresponds with on my top 100 playlist

#spotify wrapped meme #both belog to joe x nicky no i won't elaborate #wonderdoves #abby replies

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freddieslater · 3 years

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Twelve Days of Rarepairs: Scallisaac | Scott McCall x Allison Argent x Isaac Lahey (Teen Wolf)

Requested by @wonderdoves

"Ready?"

Scott looks at Allison and Isaac, both sitting cross-legged next to him in the circle that all of them have created on the floor. The Christmas tree is directly behind them, strings of lights wrapped messily around it, but the presents aren't underneath it. This year, they decided to switch things up a bit. Or at least, Scott did and convinced Stiles to agree with him, so everyone else had no chance of arguing.

"All right then," Lydia says, taking everyone's murmured agreement and nervous glances as an answer. "Secret Santa time! I'll go first."

She got Kira, Kira got Stiles, Stiles got Jackson, Jackson got Malia, and Malia got Lydia. And in a fun turn of events, it worked out well for Scott, as he got Allison.

He smiles at Allison as he hands over the present in his lap. It's slightly nerve-wracking, watching her open it. Isaac catches his eye, grinning. He already knows what it is—it wasn't cheating to ask for his opinion. Just consulting with one of the other people who knows her as well as he does.

Allison's face lights up. She slips the dark brown gloves out of the wrapping paper, her thumb tracing over the engraving on the back. The fleur-de-lis, with a vine wrapped around it, consisting of one word.

"Protector," she says quietly.

"Well, you've protected everyone in this room more times than we can count," Scott says. "Especially me. I just thought that, pairing that with something you said you needed…"

Allison lifts her eyes to him, a smile breaking out across her face. "I love them! Thank you. I really needed new ones, and these—they're beautiful."

Scott smiles, satisfaction paired with happiness settling warmly inside of him. It only spreads when she leans over and presses a kiss to his cheek.

Then it's Allison's turn. He can already see how this is working out as she turns to her right and holds the wrapped present in her own lap to Isaac.

When he opens it, he looks at it with surprise. He pulls the thick, woollen cardigan out, holding it up to better look at it.

On the top right corner, it's embroidered with a golden letter "I". But the whole thing is embroidered with tiny golden stars and shiny silver crescent moons, each standing out against the pale cream colour of the cardigan.

Isaac stares at it, open-mouthed.

"I know how cold you can get," Allison explains. "And I wanted to get you something that would make you warm and… just feel comfortable."

"And safe," Isaac mutters, barely audible.

He just silently shakes his head and looks up at Allison, his eyes shining as brightly as the moons.

"Thank you," he says softly. "Really. I—I love it."

He slips it on, and chuckles with joy as the sleeves come just past his hands. Scott can't contain a smile either, not when seeing Isaac so happy.

Allison just reaches over, taking his hand, and squeezing gently as she leans her head on his shoulder for a moment. Then Isaac swallows, clears his throat, and composes himself enough to look over at Scott with a smile still in place.

He holds out a wrapped rectangle. Scott takes it, smiling back. But it's blown wider by surprise when he unwraps it to reveal the photo frame.

He doesn't even remember the picture being taken. It's one of all of them—the whole pack. And, he notices, they all look happy. Nothing worrying them, no arguments. They just look like a normal group of friends.

"Oh my god," he says, breathing out a laugh of joy, looking up at Isaac. "Where did you—how—?"

Isaac shrugs, but his smile and his eyes are relieved by Scott's reaction.

"It was one of our few days off," he says. "But after we took it, I thought about what you cared about most. What would mean the most to you. And I realized—"

"You," Scott finishes, knowing it to be the truth before he even says it. He looks around at them all, and his heart is full and warm. "All of you are what mean the most to me."

He receives smiles back from them all, and of course, Stiles chiming in with an, "Aww, Scotty! You mean the most to me, too."

Scott glances down when he feels a hand on his own, then up at Allison as she laces their fingers together. And Isaac, who smiles with a look of love in his eyes that was lost for so long.

"Thank you," Scott says sincerely.

It's a strange coincidence, he thinks as Lydia announces that it's time for dinner, that the three of them would get each other. But he's happy to have a little bit of strange coincidence twisted in their favour for once.

#teen wolf #twedit #twrarepair #scallisaac #scott x allison x isaac #scott x isaac x allison #scott mccall #allison argent #isaac lahey #twelve days of rarepairs #rowing the rarepair rowboat #myedits*#this is just a nice ot3 #they're all so SOFT #wonderdoves

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also malace sense8 yess

*grins* Delighted to talk about this!

It’s, well, a Sense8 AU, as the title suggests - Jace, Alec/Magnus, Lydia, Clary/Simon, Bat/Maia are a cluster. And ever since, Jace has slowly watched them pair up, Lydia was now with Alec’ sister. He was the odd man out, deliberately so - he’s a bit of the Wolfgang (so I have a type, sue me xD), trying to keep them at arm’s length and, naturally, failing spectacularly.

It had started about three years ago. The connection. Seeing images, feeling emotions and sensations that did not belong to them but to someone else. It had taken the eight of them months to fine-tune that connection, to channel some people on purpose or to block them too – which was a mercy because not everyone was interested in waking up to another one of them having sex.

There were eight of them. Eight people whose emotions and sensations were linked.

Maia Roberts, a temperamental bartender living in San Juan with her fiance Bat.

Bat Velasquez, who had only met his fiance through their connection.

Lydia Branwell, a successful business woman from Canada with an awful business partner.

Simon Lewis, originally from Los Angeles where he had tried to become a musician.

Clary Garroway, a graphic novelist from New York, influenced by her mother the artist.

Alexander Lightwood, head of his family company's seat in Paris.

Magnus Bane, an eccentric club-owner who had originally lived in Indonesia.

And he himself, Jace Verlac from London, where he had been living a moderately normal life with his brother Sebastian until this whole chaos had started and messed up his life.

But they were all affected by it. Just differently.

Maia and Bat had met through the link and – with a little help from them all, but particularly from Simon – had moved on from being a couple to being fiances. Lydia, Alexander and Magnus had, through the link, helped Maia and Bat open their bar and turning the previous shit-hole that the Hunter's Moon used to be into an amazing and successful bar.

Lydia had isolated herself from the world since her fiance's death and the eight had become the first friends she had made in years. Alec in particular was a close confidant for her and everyone knew it. It had gone so far that their companies merged and emerged even stronger.

Simon's life had been changed a lot. Like, seriously a lot. Magnus had introduced him to Raphael, who owned a music label and managed to kick-start the singer's career. And then, well, the closeness of their sensessions was very awkward at times and it brought a connection unlike anything comparable on the world. To make it short, he fell hard and fast for Clary. He moved to New York, to be with her, making his music there.

Clary's life had been affected by falling in love with Simon. But not just by that. She? She turned their story into an actual graphic novel, called it Sense8 and published it. It was such a fast hit that they had even made a TV show adaptation of it. Clary had, of course, altered the story itself, creating completely new characters and connections, only taking the main experience and the helpful way that connection had been affecting them to play into this.

Alexander, or so it seemed, used to be a very strict and isolated young man, only focused on his work. Thanks to them, he learned to open up. He had the strongest friendships with Lydia and with Jace. And then he fell in love with Magnus.

Magnus, who had started a relationship with Alec and had moved in with him two years ago. He had expanded on his clubs, started one in Paris and now worked there, easily climbing the scene and becoming the king of Parisian night-life, Paris being exactly his scene.

Jace's life? Jace's life was the only one pretty much unaffected by the link. He allowed it, every now and again, but mostly he blocked them from coming into his life, trying to hide things. He had been the first one to figure out how to do that. How to shut the others out. He had been the one to teach them and he had never told them why he knew how to do that. He just couldn't.

At first, because he didn't trust them. Then, because he loved them. They had become his. They were his family, they were his most precious. He couldn't have them pulled into this. He couldn't have them see how weak he truly was. He needed to keep them safe from this.

Especially Magnus and Alec. They were so important to him. They were... He had fallen in love with them. Even though he hadn't meant for that to happen. But he had accidentally appeared in so many make-out sessions and in the middle of sex by accident that it had only driven that feeling home harder. Or maybe the feelings had been what had caused the slips, despite his by then good grip on how to control their sensessions. It was just hard not to fall for them. They were amazing. Even more amazing now that they were together, because they perfect together. Jace had never really believed in soulmates until he saw Magnus and Alec together, because those two? They were soulmates. Which made his own feelings for them only all the more painful.

Send me a document title from my WIP folder and ask me about it! If I can, I’ll provide a snippet!

#Malace #Shadowhunters #WIP Doc Ask Game #send me asks #wonderdoves

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