#* lydia martin. / visage.

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tag drop pt 13

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ALLISON ARGENT and LYDIA MARTIN in TEEN WOLF: THE MOVIE (2023)

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tag dump!!!!

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lydia martin's fc is no longer hol.land rod.en, it is madelaine petsch!

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Holland Roden as twins.

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@soulstcne asked / “ it’s okay… you go on ahead and cry. i’ve got you…”

it’s a moment of weakness, when everything in her life just built up and up until she was sure it would blow. lydia hates to cry, more than anything: but it’s a thousand times worse when it’s in front of someone else. the vulnerability makes her feel sick to her stomach. when people think of lydia martin, they think of a charming smile, a perfect visage and a bite that’ll make any man cry. no one ever sees the undercurrents where her lovely smile falters and her cherry lips begin to quiver. no one dares to ask if she’s okay. because why would they? she’s fine, fine, fine. the redhead looks up at aisling with swollen hues, streaks of tears flowing down blush cheeks as she vehemently shakes her head in dismissal. “ no, no. i don’t want to cry. i’m fine. you don’t need to see me like this, i— i don’t want you to see me like this. ”

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tag drop . lydia martin

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@dalphahale​  //  sc.

❝       Hush!      ❞   It was a harsh whisper, Lydia attempting to FOCUS on the other voices she had heard, voices other than Derek. It had caught her off guard, those familiar whispers and screams that lingered on the verge of reality, on the verge of her own mind. This time there were no visions to accompany the strange sensation, nothing else to give her WARNING on what was to come. A woman screaming and then heaving breaths, the last breath someone would ever give. Lydia’s head tipped to the side, as if it might make the sounds CLEARER but to no avail. All her years of honing her powers as a banshee and sometimes they just slipped through her fingers, unable for Lydia to GRASP hold of.    ❝       Someone’s in trouble——— or they will be in trouble, I’m not sure yet.      ❞  

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–  ❝  𝗟𝗬𝗗𝗜𝗔  ,  𝗜𝗧'𝗦  𝗡𝗢𝗧  𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧  winning  or  losing  ,  ❞  emma  begs  ,  wincing  as  her  sister  snaps  about  answering  him  .  visage  contorted  into  one  of  guilt  and  anguish  ,  she  watches  her  storm  off  once  again  -  defeated  sigh  escaping  button  nose  as  the  beta  allows  her  attention  to  return  to  her  inbox  .  she  lets  stiles  know  that  lydia  is  going  to  need  space  ,  probably  from  them  both  . . .  but  that  she's  in  if  he  is  .  she's  won  ,  or  so  lydia  had  said  .  .  .  but  it  doesn't  feel  like  much  of  a  victory  ;  not  when  her  own  sister  has  been  so  brutally  wounded  .  emma  had  known  the  elder  martin  would  be  pissed  ,  but  she  could  never  have  anticipated  all  of  the  factors  that  would  suddenly  compound  the  inevitability  .

for  the  next  three  months  ,  emma's  life  becomes  about  two  things  :  stiles  ,  and  avoiding  any  and  all  possible  mentions  of  stiles  in  the  presence  of  her  sister  .  he  parks  down  the  street  in  the  mornings  when  he  picks  her  up  for  school  ,  taking  the  long  route  to  avoid  seeing  lydia  on  the  road  .  they  pivot  the  other  direction  the  moment  a  flash  of  auburn  appears  in  the  crowded  hallways  .  emma  never  fills  her  mother  in  on  any  details  of  her  relationship  ,  for  fear  that  lydia  will  overhear  and  be  crushed  all  over  again  .  she's  in  the  middle  of  brainstorming  ways  to  attend  homecoming  without  forcing  her  sister  to  see  them  together when  a  gentle  knock  at  her  bedroom  door  grabs  the  beta's  attention  .  immediately  the  incomer  has  her  undivided  focus  ,  optics  widening  as  her  sister  enters  the  room  .  ❝  h  -  hey  ,  lydia  .  .  .  can  i  -  do  you  need  -  .  .  .  what's  up  ?  ❞

"it's too late for not hurting me, isn't it." a bitter laugh escaping her lips. there was not much more to say or do. it was all done and lydia couldn't do anything about it. not to mention, she knew that hoodie anywhere. and the buzzing not doing any much favors for the situation, "for christ sakes, just answer him! i'm done, emma. you fucking win! you got me to confess and you get the guy. i just-" angry tears threatening to spill, she quickly wiped them away and shook her head, "now just leave me alone before i scream and somebody gets hurt."

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lydia martin tag dump

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TAG DROP: LYDIA MARTIN