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So Delta Quadrant Rules is my long-delayed Star Trek Voyager + Teen Wolf fusion. So Derek, Isaac, Erica and Boyd are in the Maquis, and Scott, Stiles, Lydia and Allison (and Liam, Mason, Brett, Lori, etc.), are Starfleet. The events with the Cartaker happen and they all end up in the Delta Quadrant, trying to find a way of getting back home. Naturally, Capt Janeway, Chakotay, Tom Paris, Harry Kim, B'Elanna and Mr Tuvok are all there too.
I have some 34k words ready, but have not posted anything yet. I've been dropping snippets here every now and then, but I'm not sure about how to continue the story. Perhaps I should post what I have and just hope for the best?
The main thing is that this is going to be a Brett/Scott/Isaac story. That and Star Trek exoarchaeology <3. I'm stuck trying to find a solution to the conflict between Liam and Brett, though. Can Liam forgive him? How does Scott react to learning about what happened? Is being at the other end of the galaxy going to make things easier? Hmm... Maybe I should just start watching Star Trek again.
Anyroad, here's a bit that I don't think I've shared yet:
Isaac had become familiar with the corridors of Voyager. Or, at least, with those on the decks he visited the most: Deck Four with the mess hall, Deck Nine where his cabin was, and Deck Seven which was where the Lambda Room was. He was indifferent to his schedule now that he was used to it. It was harsher than the one they had in the Maquis, and the regulations were stricter, but it did not feel like it. Perhaps it was because it felt satisfying; the fear and the constant tension they were under meant that the regular schedule gave them less time to dwell on the fact that they were far from home. The determination of Captain Janeway to take them home and keep them safe was calming and contagious â it was easy to find comfort in the words of their captain.
It was more difficult to reconcile that with the fact that she had destroyed the Caretakerâs array that could have taken them back home, but Isaac for one was not too bothered about that.
He had also grown used to his new teammates. They were very different to Derekâs Maquis crew, but they were equally good. The banter was not quite like the one he had had with Erica and Boyd, but he guessed that once they all got to know each other, they would get there. They had got through the first hoop though; perhaps it was a Starfleet thing, but Isaac knew he could trust them. He was also learning a lot from them â mostly about exoarchaeology. But Isaac did not mind. There were still many theoretical things that he did not understand, and the history and culture of the Delta Quadrant felt like a fairytale of which he remembered barely nothing, but all the digging stuff sounded cool.
Pity they had not gone on any missions yet. He was looking forward to that.
âHey, redshirt,â Stiles called from behind him, making him turn in the corridor.
âMy shirt is grey,â Isaac frowned. âMy jacket is mostly black. I only have a red stripe.â
âItâs just old Starfleet lingo,â he smirked, gallantly declining to take the bait. âYou going to the mess hall?â
âYeah. I⊠I had some spare time, so I was going to grab a bite.â
âMind if I join?â
Isaac paused for a second. Not that he minded, but he could guess Stiles had ulterior motives. There was something in the way he grinned, like he was failing to hide he was joining a conspiracy.
âNoâŠ?â
âFantastic. Letâs walk then,â he led him by gently pushing him.
So this peach is for PĂȘche Plate, which is something I'm working on for my current non-Teen Wolf fic writing project. (and have been for a while...)
So picture, if you will Jean (who's French, but has been moved to America very much as a prisoner) who is slowly being tamed back for polite society by Jeremy (gross oversimplification, but it will serve for these purposes). Jean likes peaches. Maybe they remind him of home and the Med.
Anyroad; Jean has some trouble with English, so the fic is about how Jean finds the courage to ask for something he remembers from his days in France (pĂȘche plate), but cannot name it in English, until he remembers: doughnut peach. [Then *I* learnt that they are not called like that in the US and that they are not that common, but both work for my story]. There has to be some kerfuffle where people misunderstand him and think that he wants a peach doughnut (@furrflieswolf !!). This has to lead to escalating and frustrating silly confusions until Jeremy (who's learning French) realises that Jean (his Jean) wants a type of peach.
PĂȘche plate!
Jean stopped to a sudden halt and his eyes opened wide.
âJean?â Jeremy asked him.
Jean only nodded very slowly.
PĂȘche plate⊠that wasâŠ
It was an unexpected thought, definitely. A sudden memory that had appeared in Jeanâs head without him conjuring it. A flash of the afternoon sun hitting on someoneâs shirt that was the right shade of pink, had perhaps prompted it? Or maybe there was something sweet and familiar in the air?
Jean did not know, but these sudden blasts from the past were more common these days. Many things from his days in France, from his sister Elodie, were popping into his mind. Things that did not quite tell a coherent story, but that little by little added bits of colour to a past that his time in the Nest had blurred to an impenetrable grey.
âI just remembered something,â Jean shook his head.
âOh, andâŠ?â he prompted.
Jean shook his head and pulled at the straps of his backpack.
âNothing. Weâre going to be late.â
âAh, oui,â Jeremy blurted in French. âNous sommes⊠retardes.â
Jean tightened his grip on his backpackâs straps, because that was atrocious butchery, pronouncing way too many silent letters⊠but he would not snap. Not at Jeremy.
âClose enough,â he told him through gritted teeth. Jeremyâs face turned into an impossibly proud beaming smile, and Jean could not hold anything else against him. He felt his lips turn a fraction. âBut if you must butcher my language, letâs at least do it while we walk.â
working on sorting out the plot of the werewolf cowboy chronicles and found a way to tie the extensively detailed out isaac's traumatic past lore to the matters at hand (the plot that occurs in present time of the AU)
The doc sits at like 4.5 k words and Isaac's section alone is almost 800 words long. All three Lahey's are taking up 1.2k words, i did not see this coming!! But they seem to have taken hold of the reins!!!
And I have like 14 other peoples/horses lore in this same document + ramblings about how being a werewolf is like in this au
also for some levity, Isaac sniffs Scott
I feel like my version of the bite taking to a human is akin to a cold/flu settling in sort of mechanism until the nearest full moon...hah
AAAAH! So this I got while I was in Greece, and it was all very intense, so I have only now realised that I had not replied to this!!! SORRY!
But this is so so interesting. I am intrigued! VERY INTRIGUED! Look at Isaac being his tall, no-nonsense self. Bold, gay and undaunted, as the ballad would say!
This is about my Satomi prequel (The Noble Path of a Lone Alpha), that guides us in Beacon Hills through the years, as seen and lived by Satomi. So work and stuff meant that I was blocked. I was stuck in the 2012 chapter, which was meant to explore how Satomi saw Scott become an alpha and how she lied through Brett's unacceptable behaviour towards Liam. I was not sure about the chronology of events, or how could I pace it, and now I know, so I've been working on it:
âSatomi, ready to go?â Lori nudged her. She had spaced out for a second.
It was the first time that they were relaxing her enforced alert mode.
âYes, yes,â she nodded. She tightened her coat and nodded at her foster daughter. âLetâs go.â
Satomi never expected to have the pace of her retirement partly dictated by the lacrosse season, but it had become an interesting new rhythm. She had even come to appreciate the game, although she hardly ever went to Brettâs games any longer; she had played a very prominent role at Devenford Prep too long ago for appearanceâs sake.
This time was special, though. After a month in almost complete hiding, it felt good for them to be out.
Lori insisted on driving, and Satomi let her, nodding as she talked about school. Satomi was struggling to keep her focus though.
âIâm sorry, dear,â she apologised when she was aware of this. âI⊠I have too much in my mind.â
âStill?â Lori asked her with concern.
âItâs⊠itâs difficult to forgetâŠâ
The one fear that Satomi had been taming and managing for seventy years had returned from the darkness where it had been caged. The nemeton had been reactivated and the Nogitsune had been freed. As it once had happened, the story repeated itself: the Nogitsune went on a killing spree, and only Scott and his pack were there to stop it.
Satomi had sought Noshiko, crossed unseen through the preserve and into Beacon Hills, but the kitsune had not wanted her involved. She had a family now, it seemed; a husband and a daughter. She was involved with Scottâs pack, in a curious twist of fate. One werewolf pack was too much for her, it seemed. This time Noshiko had wanted to take the Nogitsune down herself, so she had turned down Satomiâs offer of help.
Before Satomi argued or threatened to do something about it, however, the Nogitsune had been destroyed in its corporeal form. She never got a glance, but it had possessed a teenager this time. A friend of Scottâs. The closest one, it seemed. The closer the link the deeper the treason, the stronger the pain. It had killed the young alphaâs first love. Satomi had needed two whole days of meditation to anchor herself after finding out.
rules: make a poll with 10 of your favourite movies. they can be just 10 movies you loved seeing, or your top 10 movies of all time, then tag some people
Thank you both @domesticated-feral and @wolfboy88 for the tag! Sorry it's taken me ages :/ Still, let's do this!
(also, as per my last post on films, I'm terrible at it)
Hi. hi, hi, sorry, I'm late. Lots of stuff going on, including field work and exam invigilating and marking and such. But now I'm free!
Thank you @mmoosen for the tag!
RULES: Create a new post with the names of your WIPs. People send an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then you post a snippet or tell them something about it!
Sadly, my list of WiPs is the same that it was... three, four and six months ago. It's been a very bad year for my writing :/
Isaac Lahey's shifted form before the death of his father vs. a year after his father's death.
Some shifted werewolf!Isaac lore:
As he is taller than average, his werewolf form is also taller than average.
His fingernails/claws used to be grinded down from repetitively scratching the inside of the freezer. His fur also used to have a more scraggly appearance due to malnutrition.
The week he can't remember ends when he stumbles out of the woods and back into civilization, he lives with Deaton for a few months unable to step back into the house. Deaton and Scott help with rehabilitation and unlearning a lot of the things his father had taught him about being a werewolf.
After he learns how to stay in control when shifted, he moves back in with Camden who by now had moved back into the Lahey household and had begun to repair it. This is also around the time Camden actually learns about the supernatural. (He ran away from the Lahey household before Isaac began to shift every full moon.)
Isaac gets to thrash the old freezer with Camden before it gets thrown away. It's a very cathartic activity.
There's a river running through the forested area in the back area of his home. When spending his nights shifted, he goes by there and catches fish to eat since Camden doesn't like it when he raids the fridge one too many full moons in a row.
We blorbofied your boyfriend. Yeah sorry we decided that his flaws werenât flaws and that his mistakes werenât mistakes and sanded off all of his nuances to force him into a fandom archetype. Well let you chose the archetype though. We have openings for sadprettyboy, effeminatebottomdamsel, broodingbadass, and teammommalewife. His trauma has to be flattened to one thing though. Makes it easier for fandom-only non-watchers to digest.
