#andneverfall

positive thoughts for amazing people. @andneverfall

dude i’m actually really fucking happy you sent me this url. i have been following her for like, fucking ever, even before teen wolf. we used to write and talk on our Marvel blogs! and i’m serious, she’s one of the best tony stark blogs out there. 

her level of caring about her muses is apparent with every single post. she puts so much detail into them, and pays attention to them so well, that you can tell how much she loves them??? and it’s beautiful. that and she’s such a good writer, it’s ridiculous. she does this cute thing where you write her something and when she writes back, she’s always like OMG IM SO SORRY MY REPLY IS SO LONG but her dedication shines through with that and even if it’s long, you feel so informed and are given a really good amount of things to work with.

and you can so easily pick anything back up with her, no matter how long she’s been gone. our alpha malia and wild scott verse is the best. fuck.

Blessedly, autumn arrived and the return to home waters was uneventful. Repairs had yet to begin on the palace, nurturing the corals that had been damaged and making certain that the kingdom itself remained camouflaged from predators. Lydia slipped away from her guard toward the outer edges of her waters where a formation of stone sat just below the surface. There had been rumors growing of something swimming in the area, dangerously close to territorial waters, and while the council decided whether the rumor had any merit, she chose to act. 

The waters rippled as she approached the outcropping and waited, hidden in the joint of the smooth obsidian. Death itself was in her hand, a formidable weapon fashioned from a mixture of traditional materials and items salvaged from dumped fishing equipment and ancient shipwrecks. Broken glass formed a hooked blade, and onto its base she had affixed sharpened hooks and pointed metal that had once formed precise instruments. Smoothed from the waters, she gripped its shaft and steadied it against the swell of her pelvis. Jut beneath, the watery light caught a jagged patch on her hip that seemed to be growing strangely, the new scales not quite as smooth and uniform as the rest. If there was a scout, a spy, an assassin, Lydia would deal with her swiftly. And so she waited.

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antiholy (3%)

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It’s a game. Who’s faster? Who’s really stronger? Is it the TRUE ALPHA, with all his abilities? Is it the werecoyote, with her mother’s powers, stronger than ever before? They’ll both find out -- or, they’re working on it, anyway.

So Malia nips at his heels. Tries everything to outsmart him, with all her new reflexes. Occasionally she tries swiping at him, jostling him, to try and knock Scott off balance.