#i need you to see my harper truth

[sleepybun-ny]

redrew a thing from last year (and adjusted some heights) (and also a new pc) (also no beats i don’t…do that)

old one for reference (jesus christ somebody needed to beat my ass ong) (the fucking freckles i’m gonna puke)

#all of my pc’s are cunts lmfao #idk if you can tell #she has earned that poor girl #she’s also the only female in her social circle #she used to be the only girl in town lolol #also #vrel please bless us with a bunny transformation #i love drawing kylar with that pathetic look on his face #i need to draw other named npc’s #i need you to see my harper truth #(he’s maruki persona 5 if he was a virgin and british) #degrees of lewdity #dol sydney #dol avery #dol alex #dol robin #dol whitney #dol eden #dol kylar #dol pc

[randoimago]

May I ask for Astarion, Wyll, Shadowheart, and Gale having a 'Wait, why am I jealous?' realization of their romantic feelings for Tav? (For the record, Tav is romantically interested in the companion, too, because I can't handle angst right now 🥲)

Realizing They Have Feelings

Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3

Character(s): Astarion, Wyll, Gale, Shadowheart

Type of Request: Headcanons

Note(s): Might be tiny hints of angst just because of character backstory mentions, but I did my best with these for you!

Astarion

He doesn't get jealous. People get jealous because of him. And yet, the way he sees one of the harpers at Last Light look at you. That look of reverence for saving them.

One that almost looks at you like a god and a face that flusters when you catch their stare. Astarion, feels the twisting in his gut and it causes him to pause.

Yes he's flirted with you. He's lied and said he's into you. But now, he's not sure it's lies anymore.

And that scares him a bit. With how uncertain the future is, his survival, dealing with Cazador, well it's just a lot of uncertainty and does he even have the time to think of his feelings? Well, Astarion is nothing if not selfish.

Of course he knows your feelings towards him and that makes his admittance a bit easier on his part. The confessing about his intent on manipulating you was a bit harder to get off his tongue especially with the hurt you display.

But you accept his apology and Astarion is so lost on how an actual relationship or whatever you both have is supposed to go. But he's happy to explore it with you.

Gale

Gale flirts with you quite a bit. He doesn't even hide the fact that he finds you attractive. You have a very attractive face, why would he hide his affection? But it never really was anything beyond just simple flirtations.

And then he sees how that tiefling blacksmith smiles at you, how you smile back and he can't help pouting.

For a split second, he's a bit frightened that the weird feeling in his stomach is the orb before he sighs in relief that it's just jealousy.

And then he gets more pouty at the fact that he is jealous. Perhaps his fondness of your pretty face is about more than just your face.

It takes a bit of practicing his speech, redoing certain sections and sighing loudly at how ridiculous this is (but he also finds the amusement in it too).

Eventually, he tells you the truth of his affections. His harmless flirtations had evolved into actual romantic feelings towards you. And the brightest smile crosses his face as you return them. Now you just got to help him not explode and you'll be great.

Shadowheart

Shadowheart thought she was ready to kill Lae'zel before. But now she's hearing comments about your scent and how the gith wants to claim you.

The cleric can't help but scoff and take a sip of one of the thousands of bottles of alcohol that you have in your pack for some reason. Maybe she could throw one of the copies of Traveler's Guides books at her since you have so many copies for some reason.

What Shadowheart doesn't understand is why she's so upset. You're an adult, you can make your own decisions and enjoy yourself with whomever you wish.

And yet, you saved her. You've accepted her silence and wish to keep secrets. And it's at that moment, Shadowheart realizes that she's jealous and she can't help scoffing again because how did she get so pathetic?

She wants to stay silent, keep her feelings a secret as well, but she can't hold them back. Especially when her secrets are revealed to you and then you ask about her favorite flower of all things.

Her feelings end up coming out and instead of turning away and rejecting her (like she expected of all her reveals), you accept them as well. And even reciprocate. She's going to need another bottle of alcohol and this time, she hopes you join her in the drink.

Wyll

He's not really one for jealousy. A dash of disappointment, maybe, but he's got enough demons and devils that he doesn't need to think about the green one.

That's why whenever he sees you flirting with another, well it does give him some disappointment that perhaps he is too late due to his slow realization.

There's also some self consciousness that comes with it too. After all, Wyll isn't as charming or handsome as he once was with the new horns growing out of his head.

Still, he can't help but cherish the memories he had when asking for a dance and you agreeing.

Considering he had gotten this far with a dance, Wyll decides that he might as well tell you his feelings that have been slowly, but surely growing.

Imagine his surprise when you accept him, half-devil appearance and all. Wyll can't help finding his worries silly in hindsight, but he'll laugh at himself later. After he's had that dance.

Taglists: @reo-the-leo @unhelpfulnpc

#bg3 x reader #baldurs gate x reader #baldurs gate 3 x reader #gale x reader #shadowheart x reader #wyll x reader #astarion x reader #bg3 gale x reader #bg3 wyll x reader #bg3 shadowheart x reader #bg3 astarion x reader

[chaosology]

chills

— Sam Kerr x reader

based off this request. i hope i did you justice :)

“Bit cold this morning, are we Kerr!?”

Sam’s head rose as the voice reached her ears. Her favourite hoodie had been missing from its normal spot and she was left freezing in the middle of the field, the morning sun no use. How did this happen? Sam was a routine person - the same socks at every game, the same seat on every bus. She wore her hoodie every morning she trained, placing it atop her bag the night before as to not forget it.

She stood midfield, her Aussie accent loud and clear as she let out an exasperated “I don’t know where the fuck it isss” at the sky. The team just laughed at her antics, chucking a ball at her feet and mumbling something under their breath about how it “wasn’t even that cold.”

Though, it was an unusually frosty morning in Melbourne. The grass crunched under their feet as they walked across the field, leaving trails of green footprints in a sea of almost white. The Australian was racking her brain, where the actual fuck was it? The wind was beginning to bite, and she resorted to rubbing her hands up and down her arms just for some relief.

That morning’s training passed quick, and Sam eventually warmed up as she stretched with Kyra. She had formed a now loved routine: wake up, train, go for brunch with her girl. Y/N would swing by after training to pick her up, rolling down the window and smiling as she pulled up on the curb. She usually didn’t get out the car, instead choosing to admire from afar and pick the most raunchy, explicit song to blast when Sam got close.

It’s funny, you should see your face! A little bit of Megan Thee Stallion never hurt anyone...

She would pretend to be annoyed, but Sam knew Y/N loved the idea of the team’s stoic team captain climbing into a car blasting “real hot girl shit.” And Sam just loved seeing her happy.

As coach dismissed them, she wandered over to the changing rooms to grab her bag and meet Y/N at the car. However, she wasn’t expecting for Alanna to clap her on the shoulder with a giggly I think you’ve got your answer, Sammy.

Y/N stood by Sam’s locker, chatting with Katrina and twirling Harper’s hair absentmindedly. Something had made her laugh, and Sam just admired. The way her eyes lit up and she threw her head back, her hand coming to her chest to fiddle with the strings of her hoodie.

But it wasn’t Y/N’s hoodie.

The slight frustration that had built up over the morning had lifted. She looked so goddamn cute, and Sam couldn’t help but stare. She was walking over in an instant, her hands coming to rest on Y/N’d hips as she whispered a small “hey, you” from behind.

Y/N turned in an instant, excusing herself from her prior conversation to embrace Sam. She was warm and soft and adorable, and the star striker almost couldn’t let go. By now, it was just the two of them. Y/N looked up, her eyes almost glassy.

“I’m so sorry, baby. Mini told me this was your special one and I was just cold, I really didn’t know”

“Stop”

“No, you love your routines. What if you really needed it, or-”

“Stop,” she said, pulling Y/N to her chest. “To hell with that. Do have any idea how goddamn adorable it is to see you in my clothes?”

Sam’s hand came to Y/N’s chin, tilting her head upwards. Her finger ran delicately across her lip as she sighed,

“Don’t ever take it off. Wear it to my games, make that our routine now, hey?”

No words were shared as they kissed, Y/N’s arms coming to wrap around her love’s neck. In truth, Y/N had purposely seemed out this hoodie. She didn’t know it was special, but it was the one Sam wore the most. The collar smelled just like her, and when she slept that morning without her girlfriend by her side she’d feel less alone.

“So, if we’re trading now… does this mean you’ll wear my barbie hoodie?!”

#sam kerr x reader #sam kerr imagines #sam kerr oneshot #sam kerr fanfiction #woso x reader #woso one shot #woso fanfiction #fanfiction #requests #sam kerr imagine #sam kerr fanfic

[theresattrpgforthat]

I found a goth speakeasy/coffee shop by my school that does a Thursday tabletop night where you can bring and run your own games and I was wondering if you had any recommendations for games you'd feel comfterble running with a table of strangers / mostly strangers? Thank you!!

THEME: Games to Run with Strangers.

Hello friend, fall comes upon us and I finally get around to answering your ask. Thank you so much for your patience! I’d definitely recommend bringing some safety tools to any of these games, since you’re playing them with strangers. That being said, I tried to pick games that were easy to pick up and quick to learn considering you’d probably want each session to be a standalone one.

I often run games with groups of people who don't know each-other beforehand, and I'd recommend allowing silliness to blossom when possible, even if you're running a spooky game. Let’s see what we can find!

Wizardry and Bureaucracy, by Oh Little Moth.

You are a member of the National Parks Service. You and your team would do just about anything to protect your national park. Also, you’re wizards. But all the magic in the world can’t save you from the slog of paperwork you have to endure as a civil servant. Your mission is to preserve your park and all creatures living in it, promote a love of nature and the environment, and also keep park visitors from seeing through the curtain separating the magical from the mundane.

Like most Lasers and Feelings games, this has quite a bit packed into one page. Easy character generation, a standard list of gear, an introduction where you collaboratively design your park, and the classic Lasers and Feelings mechanic that makes you automatically better at one thing and worse at another. The game is also set up to be raucously silly. This game includes the very good piece of GM advice that I adore for improv: ask questions and build on the answers. You don’t have to come up with the entire story yourself! Give your players the chance to tell you how exactly magic interacts with the local National Park.

The Children of Saturn, by Dan John Crowler.

The people of Petrikstein are tormented by a blood craving beast prowling the night. Players take the roles of parish appointed investigators on a mission to find and slay this alleged Vampyr, before it claims even more lives. Will they be able to find out the truth in web of lies, myths, and fear fueled superstitions? Play to find out!

The Children of Saturn is a neat little game that combines the Keys mechanic from John Harper’s Lady Blackbird with the graded 2d6 roll of Powered by the Apocalypse. You can accumulate dice to roll depending on whether the action in question is in line with your character, and failure increases the chances of success the next time you roll. The characters are pre-made to some extent, but the players will be able to make them unique through names, descriptions, and how they decide to role-play. This game also come with a small hex map for your characters to explore - and everything fits on one page! If you want something spooky and quick to prep, this is definitely worth checking out.

2400, by Jason Tocci.

2400 is lo-fi sci-fi. It’s centuries in the future, and it’s a decades-old modem that screams like a dying robot when it connects to the net. It’s a space ship with an FTL drive, artificial gravity, and a flickering display you gotta tap a few times to see the jump coordinates. It’s hacking something together with whatever cheap materials you have on hand, ignoring the rules until you need them, banging out something that might not sound finished, but definitely sounds fun.

The 2400 system is a stripped-down ruleset inspired by the OSR that has been used to create a number of hacks in different settings. Every time I’ve run a 24XX game, the session lasted about 2 hours, so it definitely has the ability to play quick. The original page for 2400 currently has over 20 different settings to choose from, so if one of them really hits off, you could come back with a different setting each week for your friends to play through!

The Great Soul Train Robbery, by Cloven Pine Games.

On the road to hell there was a railway line. An express train to the infernal city of Dis, crewed by furies and carrying treasure and souls to damnation. You’re going to rob it.

The Great Soul Train Robbery is a tabletop roleplaying game for 2–6 players and 1 gamemaster about Desperados robbing the train to Hell. Spin an allegorical Weird Western yarn as your sharpshooters, fiddlers, homesteader widows, and other Desperados attempt a Hellish train heist. Will you claim your prize from the train, or be overcome, damned, or broken by the heist?

This is probably the biggest Honey Heist - inspired game that I’ve seen to date. It’s a solid pitch, with very little background needed in order for your players to grasp what exactly it is they’re doing. If players aren’t sure what kind of character they want to make, all of the options have d6 roll tables to give your group a goal, your train some complications, and your character a name and a special item. There’s quite a few pages of GM advice in this, which is probably a big boon to anyone running the game, as it allows you to construct a more complex train than what you might have created out of the top of your head. I’d probably even just steal the train construction section to use for other similar games!

Hold Your Own, by Sharkbomb Studios.

It's a time and place, not unlike the one that you, the players, grew up in. A dark mirror of the decade of your youth.  You play as a group of friends at the cusp of adolescence and life is hard. You're unpopular and unwanted. All you've got is each other.

But it comes worse: A strange menace threatens to devour everyone you know. And nobody wants to believe you, not the teachers, not the parents. It looks like it's up to you to save your home.

Fans of It and Stranger Things will probably like this game. This game uses small dice pools and four basic stats. You’ll be facing off against an antagonist called the Menace, a threat that the rest of the community believes doesn’t exist. The Menace will always be strong enough to provide a challenge, and as you play, you’ll learn more and more about what it is exactly that you’re fighting against. This is a great game for fans of suspense, and it’s also small enough to learn it within the few hours that you’d have at a coffee shop.

Games I’ve Recommended in the Past

Something is Wrong with the Chickens, by Elliot Davis.

Koboldly Go, by CoffeeSnake Studios.

Faewater, by A Smouldering Lighthouse.

The Station, by pidj.

#tabletop games #indie ttrpgs #dnd #game recommendations #asks #games for strangers #quick games

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

out of curiosity, do you have any preferred headcanons for how tall the members of the Batfam are? who's the tallest to shortest?

listen I don't have exact measurements but I do have vibes. I'm going to say right out of the gate that I simply do not hold with DC artists and their habit of Russian nesting dolling the Robins so they're each a little bit shorter with age, it's a useful visual shorthand but it's also not my truth even if I sometimes agree with portions.

for instance: I do have to concede that Bruce needs to be the tallest of the Batboys in order to enable a lot of his whole schtick, especially your modern era Batmans who are built to be tanks as opposed to the sleeker, more acrobatically-oriented Batman of earlier ages. Batfleck honestly had a great build for it, 6'4 and built to loom.

on the other hand, I Know what male gymnasts look like and Dick came from a whole family of them; he doesn't need to be SHORT short but brother he is not the tallest Robin by any stretch. he's 5'8 if he's Lucky, likely shorter. and he's fine with it! he isn't insecure about being a compact king!

I strongly dislike the recent development towards drawing adult Jason as a brute, but I have long enjoyed the headcanon that he would have had a hard growth spurt after Bruce took him in and he didn't have to worry about food insecurity. he is absolutely taller than Dick but, HOT TAKE, I don't think he's a Lot taller. as Red Hood he's definitely exaggerating the difference with chunky boots + his stupid full-face mask for extra height, + his jacket and all his gear make him look taller and broader than Nightwing in his little skintight getup. out of costume they physically look much more similar.

I also super hate when Tim is drawn as a skinny short little waif, genuinely there's no reason for that. that's a little American rich boy who grew up on milk and white bread, there's no reason for him to look like he has Victorian urchin wasting disease. fuck this, Tim is taller than both Dick and Jason. same energy as the improv kid I went to high school with who was 5'11 but cool about it.

completing the circle and fully reversing the Robins, I know that other fans have pointed out that Damian's Asian heritage conspires against him being hugelarge as an adult, but genetics are a grab bag and I think he deserves to be Bruce-sized. adult Damian can pick Dick up and put him in the fridge if he wants. at present though his growth spurt is really taking its sweet time and he's hovering around Cass-height (see below).

Duke is hovering in a zone right between Jason and Tim but everyone forgets that and imagines him being taller because the little bat ears on his helmet give him a couple extra inches.

a lot of older comics, especially the Dixon run, frequently have Selina drawn like she's tall as all hell, and I honestly love that for her. 5'11, Megan Thee Stallion kind of build for her.

Cass is frequently drawn as tiny to an extent that is, frankly, implausible and borderline upsetting (if memory serves she literally got folded up and carried in a backpack once?) but listen: she's certainly not tall. I'm willing to offer her 5'3 as an absolute maximum. also literally no one asked but Michelle Yeoh is the Lady Shiva of my heart and shes 5'4, so that's canon To Me.

however tall Dick is in your head I want you to add one (1) inch and that's Barbara. this is so crucial to me.

Steph is like a deeply average 5'4 and a half, and I realize this Does mean that I've Russian nesting dolled the Batgirls (at least in order of appearance in comics, not the actual order they Batgirls) and I am Fine with that. throw Harper Row in here too, she and Steph are just chilling being average height gal pals.

Helena is freakishly tall by Italian woman standards, by which I mean like 5'7.

this is vile and I'm sorry to the Robins but unfortunately Jean Paul is a genetically engineered freak bred to kill so he's probably taller than all of them save for an adult Damian. 6'2 to my miserable boy. beginning to think I was lying when I said I didn't have exact numbers.

so I think in descending order the lineup I've created is Bruce, JP, Selina and Tim, Duke, Jason and Babs, Dick, Helena, Steph and Harper, Damian, Cass.

did I skip anyone vital you want to know about?

#batblogging

[fandombandomfics]

Chapter 8 of Bad Decisions (Bad Omens)

Here is chapter 8 (finally lol) Enjoy :)))

Quarantine is finally done and we can go out into the world. Noah and I have hooked up at least twice a week while we were stuck at home. After every time we hook up, he kicks me out of his room and I feel used. I get it, I put myself into this position but I guess I’ve caught more feelings for Noah. I mentally sigh and curse myself for falling for Nichy’s best friend. It’s just Noah and I for the night at the house so I take this as my opportunity to talk to him about my feelings. I walk down the stairs and spot Noah on the couch with Harper. I walk over to him and he smiles at me. God that smile does shit to me.

“Hey beautiful,” He says and pat the spot next to him. I sit next to him and lean into his embrace as he wraps his arm around my shoulders. 

“Just us for tonight,” I say cooly. He nods and kisses his temple. 

“Yeah it is. Surprised the guys haven’t caught us hooking up yet,” He says with a chuckle. I giggle and shake my head, surprised even myself. 

“If Nichy ever finds out he will kill you,” I say and he chuckles more. 

“Oh yeah he would,” He says 

“Speaking of which, Noah we need to talk,” I say, nervousness dripping from my voice. 

“You aren’t pregnant right?” He asks and I laugh, shaking my head. 

“No no not pregnant,” I say and he sighs in relief. 

“Thank god that would’ve been bad. What’s up?” He asks 

“I know we agreed to hook up, no strings attached however….” I start to say. He moves his arm away from my shoulder and I knew this was not going to end well. 

“You’ve caught feelings,” He says and I nod, afraid to look at him. 

“Yeah I did,” I say and gather up the courage to look at him. He looks at me with a sad smile. 

“Addy…” He says. Here we go..

“You don’t feel the same way got it,” I say and get up from the couch. He looks at me and I look into his eyes. I can see regret and sadness?? 

“Even if I did we could never work…with Nichy and all,” He says and I nod, feeling tears well up in my eyes. His voice trails off at the end like he sounds sad…which is confusing since he was the one who asked for no strings attached. 

“Yeah you’re right…I will move on, don't worry about me,” I say with a smile but it’s far from the truth. 

“Take care of yourself,” He says and I nod, heading up stairs. I gulp down some tears and head towards my room. Once I walk in and close the door, I start to sob. 

Noah’s POV

I watch as Addy goes up the stairs, I can’t help but feel pain in my chest seeing her leave. 

“Noah she’s Nich’s little sister, it could never happen,” I say to myself. Been saying this to myself since we’ve started fooling around with each other. I sigh and look at Harper, seeing her eyes looking at me sad. I smile sadly and sigh, wishing I never said those words to her but it’s too late. I run my hand through my hair and turn on the tv. 

“Stop thinking about her dude it’s done,” I say and focus on the tv. 

Time skip to that summer 

It’s been a few months since Addy and I stopped hooking up. To tell you it’s been hard is an understatement. Her being constantly there doesn’t help with my feelings towards her. She started dating this guy whom I hate. He’s coming over today and I’m already dreading it. 

“Oh shut up I didn’t do that,” I hear Addy say while giggling. I ball my hand into a fist but quickly flex it so no one noticed. 

“Babe you literally screamed so loud when the killer showed up,” I hear her boyfriend Lucas as. I mentally roll my eyes and go into the kitchen to grab a snack. I sigh and run a hand through my hair. Hearing her laugh makes me angry since I was the one who was making her laugh since I’ve known her. 

“Noah ready to go to the studio?” Jolly asks and I nod, closing the cabinet and making my way towards him. 

“Yeah let’s go,” I say, starting to walk away before I feel someone grab my arm. I look over and see that it’s Jolly. 

“Noah I know you hate Lucas but Addy loves him,” He says and I mentally scoff. No she doesn’t, she just tolerates him. 

“Still doesn’t make it easy,” I say and he sighs. 

“Look, everyone and their mother can see you both have feelings for each other. Surprised Nichy hasn’t caught on yet. Maybe if you tell her how you feel, she’ll dump him and you guys can be together,” He explains. I look at him and shake my head. 

“I don’t have feelings for her, Jolly,” I say, walking away from him. 

Jolly’s POV 

I can see through his bullshit, they both have feelings for each other and its obvious. I sigh and follow Noah outside. 

“You know I’m right Noah,” I say and he turns around, clear annoyance on his face. 

“Just drop it ok?!” He yells and I shake my head, unlocking the car. 

“Fine,” I say 

This is gonna be a long week

#noah sebastian #bad omens band #bad omens cult #jolly karlsson #nicholas ruffilo #nick folio #bad omens fanfiction #noah sebastian x ofc #bad omens #bad decisions #badomenscult

[spencerreidswifey13]

”Sorry isn’t good enough!”

Word count: 1k

Genre: Angst(with a happy ending)

Warnings: this is going to be a very serious dark story so if you can’t read stuff about SA then this story won’t be for you. Mentions of dogs dying, and drugs.

A/n: This is my first story and most definitely not my last. This part yis kinda bad and boring but I needed to set up the plot. Part two will be out soon!

“I want you guys to know that I take full responsibility for all of this. If you want to blame someone, please blame me.” Everyone looks at you in confusion. “What do you mean to blame you?” Derek says. “I’m so sorry.” Emily says as she walks into the conference room.

Time skip a few days:

The team is working on a case. The entire team except Hotch, is mad at you for lying about Emily being dead. They all have been distancing themselves from you. And you have been their punching bag and you’ve just taken it.

“Spence, can we talk? Please?” He looks at you with furry and a bit of disgust. “Fine, you wanna talk?” He says as he grabs your wrist lightly but still forces you into the conference room. “Spence” he quickly looks you in the eyes and you can’t recognize the look he gives. “Don’t call me that!” You feel your heart break. “Sorry Spencer… Look I had to do that you don’t understand! I was protecting Emily, you, and this entire team. I get that you’re mad and you need to take it out on someone which is fine but just know I did this with the best intentions.”

Spencer keeps eye contact with you “I trusted you. I came to your house for 10 weeks straight crying to you about losing a friend, and you never had the decency to tell me the truth!” You stare down at the ground. “I know and I’m sorry I really am. I feel terrible, Spence.” He cuts you off “what if I started using dilaudid again? Would you have stopped me?”

“Wait what? But you didn't, right? Spencer you didn’t start using again?” He doesn’t show a single emotion in his eyes “No but I thought about it” you feel relieved he didn’t start using again but you also feel absolutely terrible. He begins to walk away. “Spence, wait please I’m sorry!” He turns around glaring daggers at you.

“Sorry isn’t good enough!” He says as he continues walking away.

The entire team watches this argument take place and Emily and Hotch can’t help but feel sorry.

A few days have passed since that case and you haven’t been sleeping ever since everyone became mad at you. And to make things worse your lawyer best friend called you with very disturbing news about your father.

The entire team noticed the bags under your eyes and how you didn’t put on any makeup this morning. You were typically a very fun sarcastic person who never showed sadness but today was a different story.

You could typically also put up with little things people did, but today? Spencer was taping his foot on the ground. Making you very pissed. He wasn’t doing it on purpose, it was a habit of his. “Spencer, can you stop it?” You say making everyone’s head snap in your direction. You roll your eyes and feel everyone trading looks wondering what your problem was.

“You good Y/n?” Derek asks. “Jesus I’m fine do you guys ever mind your own business?” You say getting up storming out quickly. Everyone looked worried including Spencer.

You go to the bathroom and look in the mirror. Disgusted in what you see. “We need you back in the conference room. Are you sure you’re okay?” Emily says walking into the bathroom. “Yeah I’ll be right there. And yeah I’m fine” Emily knows your lying but decides not to pry and leaves the bathroom.

Jj starts presenting the case. “26 year old Harper Williams was found in her home brutally stabbed to death. Along with Elenor Hart.” Your heart drops. “How do we know this is the same guy?” Asks Spencer. “Because it’s a small town.” You stand up quickly. Where did this take place?” Jj looks confused. “Connecticut. Did you not read the file?”

“Uh excuse me…” You grab your phone and walk out of the conference room while all eyes are on you “Are we sure she’s ok?” Rossi says.

Walking out of the conference room you feel nauseous. You immediately start dialing Valorie. She's your best friend since birth and also the lawyer in charge of the entire case. “Val…” She sighs loudly and you can hear it on the other side of the phone. “I've been watching the news since 5 in the morning. I went to the police to see if they have any leads but they said they were calling in the FBI. Which let me guess by chance is your team… Because out of every other team in the world they had to pick the team with the girl who has relational ties with the killer.” You take a deep breath. “So it is him? My fathers the killer?” Valorie can sense the fear lacing your voice. “It's still not for sure but who else could it really be. This is a small town. People rarely get hurt here. The biggest case here was 30 years ago when that dog got run over.”

You chuckle a bit hearing in her voice she's just ranting on to make you feel better but the black heavy hole in your chest isn't going away till this is over. You hang up the phone say a quick bye and I love you to Valorie. You walk back into the conference room knowing this is going to be a rough next few days. 

Your father is killing innocent people… Because of you? 

#criminal minds #spencer reid #doctor spencer reid #criminal minds fandom #criminal minds fanfic #derek morgan #aaron hotchner #emily prentiss #criminal minds smut #dr spencer reid

[jordan-the-pious]

“Jordan?”

Jordan looked up from their phone as their name was called. The last several days had been beyond stressful, with the last hour and a half alone surpassing anything they had ever experienced. It was no wonder they had a crushing migraine. All this stuff with Briar… it was bringing up old memories and bad feelings, things Jordan thought they had long since forgotten about. They supposed Briar just has a way of sticking around, even when they aren’t wanted.

Snapping back to reality, they stood and walked towards the young nurse who had called their name, offering him a smile. Silently, they were led back to an appointment room.

“So, what brings you in today?” The nurse asked politely.

“Ah I’ve um, I’ve had this headache for the last bit. Nothing I’ve done has helped get rid of it, I believe it’s stress related though. I was hoping you could help me out.”

“A headache…” the nurse took some notes. Jordan swallowed, suddenly feeling nervous for no reason. They knew Briar said they were on their way to the hospital, but surely that was a bluff, right? And if it wasn’t they’d be stopped by the staff, Jordan really didn’t want to see them right now. They didn’t know what they might say in a fit of emotion right now.

The nurse stood up, jolting Jordan out of their thoughts. He approached, and began taking Jordan’s blood pressure. Jordan looked at the floor in front of their feet, unsure where else to rest their gaze.

“Alright, everything sounds normal, I’ll let Doctor Harper know that you’re here! They’ll be in shortly!” Jordan exchanges another small smile with the nurse before being left alone in silence with just themselves and their thoughts.

How awful. This was the very last thing they needed right now. To have to sit and think. They could get their device back out, but that was what led to this mess in the first place. If they had never made that account, never started posting, they wouldn’t have seen Briar again. Wouldn’t have spoken to them again. Wouldn’t have caught their attention again.

They should have known from the last time they caught their attention how it was. They had been a good, pure child, and Briar had approached them with impure intentions. They wanted to corrupt Jordan’s soul, saw it as a challenge they were desperate to undertake. They got close to Jordan, infiltrated every aspect of the young initiates life. They because everything to Jordan, and Jordan foolishly assumed they were everything to Briar.

At one point Briar had come clean. Told to truth about why they approached Jordan in the first place, but swore that it was different now, that their feelings were real and true, and that they wanted to spend the future together. And Jordan believed them. They were so earnest, so desperate in the way they said it, that it had to be true.

But it wasn’t.

They had passed the test to be sworn to one another, and were just waiting for the ritual to start. Back then there was more of delay between events, it was faster now because of this incident. They had both been pure when they left the temple after passing their test, but upon inspection the next day before the ceremony, Briar was no longer pure. They had broken the oath, broken the promise, betrayed Jordan, all at the very last minute.

They didn’t even have the dignity to tell Jordan themselves, they had to find out from the Head Priestess at the time. She was a kindly old woman, and had always been like a Grandmother to Jordan. So when she walked in with a horrible look on her face, Jordan knew something was wrong.

“What is it?” They asked. “Is Briar okay? Are they injured?”

“Far worse my child. They betrayed you.”

That was the last time Jordan spoke of Briar for many years. After this incident they devoted themselves fully to the temple, and were soon selected to be the successor to the High Priestess. They had hoped these memories would stay buried. But nothing ever works out the way we want it to.

Jordan was pulled from their contemplation by a knock at the door, and it opening to reveal Dr. Harper. They exchanged hellos and smiles, and a few pleasantries before the doctor got down to business.

“So I understand you’ve had a headache for the last couple of days?” Doctor Harper’s methodical voice asked, every syllable measured.

“Yes Doctor. I think I’ve just been stressed recently.”

“I understand. Well, since you don’t have any history of headaches, I think just a pain killer and a good nights sleep should fix you right up.”

“That’s wonderful news! Thank you so much Doctor. Oh, but um, while we’re on the subject, I know it isn’t really allowed, but could I maybe be permitted to spend the night here, at the hospital? I love the temple but I fear returning to my place of work so quickly might make the stress worse.”

Harper raked their eyes up and down Jordan’s form, a sick smile appearing on their face. “Oh of course you can! Here, go ahead and take this pain killer for me, and I’ll go get the necessary paperwork. I am looking forward to you spending the night with me.” Harper said, pulling a small pink pill from their coat pocket.

Jordan smiled in return, and took the pill without a second thought.

#jordan briar arc #long post #:ooc: #:woaggggg: #:it’s gettin Dicey up in here: #:n e way Jordan and briar lore drop: #:what’d y’all think im pretty proud of myself for masterminding these details: #:I’m gonna add some tws to this just in case anyone needs them: #tw drugging #tw bad intentions #tw Harper #:they need their own tw I think:

[ninja-muse]

March was a productive month, and not just because I read a good number of books. I also started writing again after a bit of a slump, and I managed to unhaul 37 books from my home library, though some of them have not actually left the house yet. The used bookstore I went to didn't take everything so I have to decide which one I'm hitting next. Or if I'm dumping the bulk on a thrift store because let's be honest, most used bookstores aren't going to want what's left either.

Can you tell I got rid of that many? Only if you saw the state of things before. My shelves are neat and tidy with no books wedged on top of other books to make things fit.

And I was so, so close to ending the month without buying more books! I really thought I was going to manage it! And then, well, I mentioned the used bookstore, right? I've been meaning to read Delaney but few bookstores stock him, and Lincoln's Dreams is one of the only Connie Willis novels I don't own. (That shop also had stickers, and a cute bookmark I can't show you because whiting out the identifying features would ruin the effect.) Under the Smokestrewn Sky was a rescue, of sorts. Why return it to the publisher when you could just buy it, right?

Anyway, in terms of books read, there were some really good ones! And only one that was not so great. I think I'm done reading and collecting Rat Queens and might need to include those in the next unhaul. And don't get me wrong about the Evie Dunmore. It is a Good Historical Romance Novel. There's just something about it that didn't work for me.

Click through to see everything I read this month, in the rough order of how glad I was to have read them.

I Love Russia - Elena Kostyuchenko, translated by Bela Shayevich and Ilona Yazhbin Chavasse

Portraits and memories of the unsung Russia—the poor, the broken, the marginalized.

10/10

🏳️‍🌈 author

warnings: so many, including but not limited to misogyny, homophobia, genocide, violence, sexual violence, drugs and alcohol, abuse, child death, suicide

reading copy

True North - Andrew J. Graff

The Brechts move to Michigan to restart a rafting business. They hope it’ll save their family, but it might do the opposite.

7.5/10

Menominee secondary character

library book

Sociopath - Patric Gagne

As a child, Patric knew something about her was off and kept countering a lack of feeling with dark acts. As a young woman, she learns the definition of “sociopath” and it changes everything. Out in April.

8/10

neurodivergent author

To a Darker Shore - Leanne Schwartz

When the invention that should have guaranteed Alesta's future fails, her best friend takes the fall and is sacrificed to the demon besieging their kingdom. To rescue him, Alesta must descend into hell, where she learns truths about her society—and her gods. Out in April.

8/10

fat protagonist, autistic main character, major autistic secondary character, 🏳️‍🌈 secondary characters, autistic author

warning: classism, strict religion, autism-related ableism

reading copy

The Temple of Fortuna - Elodie Harper

Amara’s living as a courtesan in Rome but misses her lover and daughter in Pompeii. When she returns to the city, her needs and desires are sent into turmoil—and Vesuvius has started to rumble.

8/10

🏳️‍🌈 secondary characters (sapphic), Ethiopian secondary characters

warning: misogynist society, sexual violence, slave society

Funny Story - Emily Henry

What do you do when your partners dump you for each other? Move in together, of course! Out in April.

7.5/10

Iranian-American secondary character, Black secondary character, 🏳️‍🌈 secondary characters (sapphic)

warning: toxic relationships, mainly in backstory

reading copy

Welcome to the Hyunam-Dong Bookshop - Hwang Bo-reum, translated by Shanna Tan

Tired of fulling expectations, Yeongju opens a bookshop. She’s not the only one to find happiness there.

7.5/10

Korean cast, Korean author

library ebook

Aftermarket Afterlife - Seanan McGuire

The Covenant has started actively pursuing the Prices and their allies, and all Mary wants to do is protect her family.

7/10

🏳️‍🌈 secondary characters (lesbian, gay, bi man), Korean-American secondary character, 🏳️‍🌈 author

warning: canon-typical violence, bigots

library ebook

Knife Skills for Beginners - Orlando Murrin

Paul Delamare is filling in for a friend at a cooking school when a body is found on the premises.

6.5/10

🏳️‍🌈 protagonist (gay), Black British secondary character, 🏳️‍🌈 secondary character (sapphic)

reading copy

Let Them Tremble - Wolf Epley

The revolution is brewing and both the workers and the government refuse bend. Throw in a destroyed print shop, ghosts, and malfunctioning Shroud devices, and you know things won’t end well.

7/10

major disabled character (partial blindness, limp, hand disfigurement), cast largely of non-racialized colour

won/digital reading copy

The Gentleman’s Gambit - Evie Dunmore

Catriona needs to avoid distractions to write her book but is pressed to help her father’s new colleague around Oxford. Elias needs her help if he ever hopes to smuggle antiquities out of the Ashmolean.

7/10

🏳️‍🌈 protagonist (bi woman), Lebanese love interest, Lebanese secondary character

warning: colonial/orientalist characters

library book

Rat Queens, Vol. 5 - Kurtis J. Wiebe with Owen Gieni (illustrator)

Palisade’s problems continue, including hallucinations, a hipster bar, and a sinister wizard.

6/10

major Black character, major 🏳️‍🌈 character (lesbian), 🇨🇦

off my TBR shelves

Children’s Books

Penelope Rex and the Problem with Pets - Ryan Higgins

Mittens hogs the bed, eats from the trash, and causes all kinds of trouble—and Penelope didn’t even want them!

Currently reading

I’m Afraid You’ve Got Dragons - Peter S. Beagle

Robert doesn’t want to be the country’s dragon exterminator on the best of days, but then Princess Cerise meets Prince Reginald. Out in May.

reading copy

Music from the Earliest Notations to the Sixteenth Century - Richard Taruskin

A history of early written European music, in its social and political contexts.

The Penguin Complete Sherlock Holmes - Arthur Conan Doyle

Victorian detective stories

disabled POV character (limb injury), occasional Indian secondary characters

warning: racism, colonialism

Monthly total: 12 Yearly total: 32 Queer books: 4 Authors of colour: 1 Books by women: 8 Authors outside the binary: 0 Canadian authors: 1 Classics: 0 Off the TBR shelves: 1 Books hauled: 3 ARCs acquired: 5 ARCs unhauled: 7 DNFs: 0

January February

#booklr #bookblr #book recommendations #book recs #reading wrap-ups #read in 2024 #my photos

[getinthefuckingcarkitten]

It's short wait for her at Harper's office, as always. The doctor is surprisingly accomodating whenever she stops by, and Avery isn't sure if it's the money talking or something else that makes her so cooperative. This makes all interactions with the good doctor so very uncomfortable.

"How have you been?" Harper asks, smiling pleasantly. She has one of those unsettlingly calm faces. It might be comforting for something else, but to Avery it's like a still lake. Probably swarming with bacteria and parasites, that is.

"Fine." Avery is always curt to her, albeit polite. "I just want my prescription. I have work today until later, and i'm all out of my medicine."

"On a sunday?" Harper's eyebrows shoot up. "My, that must be stressful."

"You're also working on a sunday." Avery points out, with a hint of a frown on her face.

"Yes, but i like my job." Harper gives her another one of those unnerving, placid smiles.

Avery doesn't like the implication of her words, but she keeps quiet. She needs to stay on the doctor's good side, at least until she gets another supplier.

"And you're in luck." Harper says, getting up to grab something in a cabinet behind her desk. "I've just gotten samples of your prescription, so you don't even need to go to the pharmacy."

She holds out two little bottles of pills, unlabeled, unlicensed opiates. Likely stronger than the stuff she could buy anywhere else. Avery can't help but get a bit excited to feel that high again, as her tolarance built up over the years.

"That's nice." Avery smiles carefully. "How much?"

"Because it's you... I guess £20000 will do." Harper decides. "A discount for a regular. So?"

"Hey, that's steep." Avery frowns, but Harper seems completely unfazed, as always.

"You can always just grab the usual." Harper shrugs, setting the bottles down on her desk, then getting in front of them as she leans back on her desk. "Ah, i hate to see you looking so sad. I can give you a prescription for the pharmacy for the same price as always, or..."

"Or?" Avery raises an eyebrow at the doctor. She doesn't like her tone, but if it's a good offer...

"You can help me with research, and i'll dock the price." Harper's smile widens a bit as she says it. "Answer some questions for me, and i can do it for around... £15000. What do you say?"

Avery has blinks a little. That big of a discount, just for answering some questions? It had to have a catch, but... The temptation of something that could give her a decent high was too strong.

"Okay, fine, but make it quick. I have work." Avery hurriedly replies, and Harper's claps once like a little kid.

"Okay, great! Let me just..." The doctor turns and grabs a clipboard and pen from her desk, scribbling something on the paper. "Whenever you're ready."

"Let's get this over with already." Impatient, Avery has to hold back from rolling her eyes at the pretense of profissionalism.

"Right, first question. What drugs do you usually take?" Harper asks, and as Avery shoots her a glare, she explains. "Drug is an umbrella term that describes medicines, too, as i'm sure you know. I'm not implying anything here, miss Avery, please don't be offended."

"You know that already, then." Avery huffs, but Harper just chuckles a little.

"For the purposes of research, i can't assume anything about the subjects. Now, if you'd be kind to tell me..." She insists.

"God, fine." Avery reluctantly lists them, by brand rather than name, to emphasize their legal status just in case that file falls in the wrong hands. Harper seems a bit amused by this, but doesn't comment on it.

"You smoke, correct?" Harper asks, and Avery takes a moment before nodding.

"Just occasionally." She adds, making Harper shoot her a look. Whatever, she didn't need to prove anything.

"What about alcohol?" Harper continues.

"...Socially." Avery replies, and Harper sets down the clipboard.

"Miss Avery, i know i said i shouldn't assume anything about the subjects, but i'd like it if you were truthful." Harper almost sounds like she's begging, and Avery hates that it could work if she didn't know better. "Don't worry, nobody else is going to see this, and your name won't be on it. It's... Personal research."

Avery lets out a loud sigh as she looks away from Harper's pleading eyes.

"Fine, yes, i do drink more than socially, but i'm not an alcoholic or something! Put that down exactly like that!" Avery half-growls, her impatience getting the best of her, and she hates even more that Harper seems pleased by that.

As Harper takes her time writing, Avery looks at the watch on her wrist. She'll run late if the good doctor doesn't pick up her pace.

"Are we done?" Avery asks, not bothering to hide her irritation anymore.

"Two more questions." Harper grins at her. "Do you often mix alcohol and your usual drugs?"

"...Sometimes, so what? You said it'd be fine if the dosing was on the low side." Avery grumbles.

"It's usually fine, don't worry." Harper shakes her head. "Last question, how do you usually feel when you do that?"

She stares at Avery intensely, making her feel even more reluctant to answer.

"I feel fine." Avery replies, but Harper doesn't even bother writing it down. She wants details, clearly. "I don't know, i feel relaxed, my head feels lighter for a moment. Is that what you want to know?"

"A little more, if you will." There's a glint of something in Harper's eyes that Avery can't quite discern, maybe just a sick curiosity, or maybe something more dangerous.

"I... I get drunk easier. I guess. I suppose it makes me more willing to get drunk." Avery says, hoping that will satisfy the doctor, but she keeps staring behind her pink-tinted glasses, expecting even more. "Sometimes when i fall sleep like that and wake up i don't remember much, but it feels like a really good night's sleep."

Harper nods and quickly scribbles something, as Avery starts to tap her foot on the floor unconsciously, wanting to get out of there as fast as possible. When Harper looks at her again, there's an intensity in her gaze that wasn't there before.

"I have another offer to make." Harper says, her grin widening as she reached for the bottle behind her. "If you take one of those right now, i'll give you another £5000 discount."

Avery feels a chill run down her spine, something telling her that this would be a bad idea. The alarm on her phone goes off and warns her that lunch break is over, and she can't thank herself enough for setting it up earlier.

"No, i'm already late." She gets up, and Harper's smile fades a little. "I'll just pay for the samples, thank you."

Before she even finishes speaking, the money is already out of her wallet and being shoved in Harper's direction, but the doctor takes an awfully long time before reaching for the bank notes. There's an almost forlorn look on her face as she hands Avery the bottles.

"Next time i might make some ajustments." Harper says, sounding a bit defeated, though Avery knows it means it might get more expensive. Her smile is back shortly after, though. "Please tell me if it's any good."

"Yeah, yeah, i'll be in touch, thank you." Avery can't hide her relief to have ended that crazy negotiation.

The doctor's eyes fixate on her back as she leaves the office and closes the door maybe a bit too forcefully. It occurred to her, maybe a bit too late, that this might entice Harper's curiosity even more. With a shiver, she hoped that those little pills were enough to stop her from having nightmares about prodding, curious little needles and scalpels reaching for her forehead, trying to pick her head open like Harper always tried to do.

#dol avery #dol harper #dolgl #idk why i did this honestly i just like putting avery in situations. i also think she gets her downers from harper for legal purposes #also yay to harper for managing to be a creep to a woman 20 years her senior who is also a known creep. true STEM girlboss #will she ever manage to lure avery into a false sense of security she can use to her advantage? who knows! #maybe she just needs to lower some Awareness first :) #anyway i wrote this too quickly and didnt really review if theres any mistakes i'll fix it later soz

[bronx-bomber87]

Happy Tuesday evening! Finally getting chance to get away from work and do something I want to do. This review ha Not a ton of Chenford but what they have is really good and its an excellent Lucy ep. We meet her mother who I like even less than her dad...

2x05 Tough Love

Ep starts off with Lucy complaining to Jackson about her dating life. She says its like Goldilocks. This one is too hot or too cold. Too frat bro or screen writer. How she’ll never find someone. Oh sweets just wait few more years you can do it haha it’ll be so worth it. Jackson’s reply is primo. ‘What you need is a grown man.’ Ain't that the truth....She does have one it's just they’re both just not ready yet LOL

They’re scrambling out the door when she opens it and there is Lucy’s mom…..As you remember I wasn’t fond of her dad. Now we get to meet her mom and get the other part of the puzzle piece. She tells Lucy how she and her father are getting a divorce. Lucy doesn’t look worried almost like this happens all the time. Her parents sound dysfunctional af. No wonder Lucy has the issues she does honestly.

She refuses to tell Lucy what happened or what’s going on. Completely dismissing Lucy and her questions. (Just like her father..) Off to a great start. Her mom stares at their couch and says how great it'll be for her back. Jackson gives up his room when Lucy offers a hotel room instead. She Looks like she wants to murder him for doing this baha I can not blame her. Nothing worse than a parent staying with you as an adult. Least that's always been the case for me. They make you feel well at least hers does as do mine like you're a child all over again they can berate and tear down.

The amount of issues I have with my own mother are not unlike what Lucy has. I feel her on this. Her mom takes a pot shot at her on the way to Jackson’s room. Her face says it all. I’ve always loved Lucy’s sense of style BTW. She always looks great to me. But I’ve been there my mom also likes to take little shots like that at me too. I relate so hard it pains me. Can't just show up and be kind...no no has to tear you down a bit before 5 minutes have elapsed. It looks like she gets it from both barrels with her parents. Another thing I can relate to as well. No reprieve.

Grey brings up CI’s in roll call and how they need to cultivate their own. Tim instantly is mouthy about them. Grey tells them they’re good tools. Tim pipes in ‘They’re definitely tools…’ Of course he has a POV that is diametrically opposed to Angela's. He thinks they need to be dominated and never in control. Where she believes they need to feel like they're apart of the team. Why am I not surprised at both of their POV’s? Ha Tis the theme of this ep for them least from a work standpoint. Harper pipes in says they're both wrong they all need to be handled differently.

Lucy already has her CI all picked out. Are we shocked our girl did her homework long before this came up? She’s chosen a pawn shop owner named Opal as her first CI. Lucy has picked this specific one cause they’re never called in help from the cops about illegal merch. Meaning either they're a saint or keeping illegal stuff without reporting it. Tim seems impressed with her strategy. (won’t tell her that of course) but lets her know it’s not easy to bag a CI.

What I love about this first scene is Lucy’s complete control. Her calm demeanor during this whole thing. Not one thing rocks her boat. Tim just sits back (Looking fine as hell btw) and lets her do her thing. He is as proud as can be while he does. I don’t know what’s cuter her little spin around being all proud of herself or Tim’s cute smile behind her. He is beaming but trying to keep it in check. He's enjoying watching her do her thing that's for sure.

Lucy commands this situation entirely. Opal clearly doesn’t want to bite so Lucy forces her hand. Tim just stands back and lets her work her magic. You can see how proud he is of her taking control. Owning this situation and ultimately getting what she wants. I mean he’s seen that in action a million times with her. Usually it’s her battling him haha So I’m sure he’s more than happy to let the shop owner be the recipient of her driven energy for once haha

Opal cracks and Lucy asks for something that has come through recently. No petty misdemeanor crap haha Tim is just sitting pretty literally and figuratively while she does this. Look at him in that second gif. The way he is watching her. He is impressed with her and its showing. Opal presents Lucy with a designer bag worth at least 6k. She starts digging into the bag and Tim is confused as to what she’s doing. He decides to speaks up for the first time and ask.

Lucy tells him these high end bags usually have serial numbers sewn in. It’ll link them to the original buyer. She finds this and proudly shows off her good work to Tim. She is beyond adorable with how proud she is of herself right now. Tim’s little smile is his stamp of approval. First time we get to see Lucy confidently command a situation with no help from Tim and even get his approval during it. Major growth for Lucy and I’m here for it. ❤️

The serial number leads them to an address where they speak with the woman who it belongs to. Lucy tells her that her bag was at a pawn shop as stolen property. The lady is awful and assumes it was her housekeeper and fires her. The step daughter Olivia walks in and fesses up to selling them. Says she wouldn’t have even noticed.

The step-mom (we soon find out she is to this girl) wants her arrested. Says it'll be only way she'll learn. Lucy is appalled by this woman’s behavior. Asks her if that’s really what her father would want? She continues to be terrible and says he wants whatever she says. Tim and Lucy have no choice but to arrest her.

They bring the step daughter back to the station for processing. Lucy asks where her mother is? She lets her know she passed away last year from cervical cancer. Her dad was cheating on her mom while she was in hospice. You see Lucy’s empathy kick right in. The need to help and need to fix things. Something she doesn’t know how to turn off. I’m with her on that. I too am a very empathetic person it’s hard to turn that off when you see someone hurting.

Goes from processing this girl to trying to guide her a bit. Letting her know she shouldn’t go home tonight. Olivia tells Lucy she doesn’t much of a choice. She has no access to the money her mom left her till she graduates college. That her father is withholding it. Lucy says that can't be legal? Olivia lets her know she's too broke to hire a lawyer to know if it is. Lucy sighs tells her stealing isn’t going to make her situation any better. Olivia looks so lost then asks what will? Poor girl that sucks. I can not imagine being in her living situation.

Nolan’s son shows up with his fiancé at the food truck all in love and happy. Lucy already in a funk about dating says how happy they look and she wants that. All in good time my dear all in good time. You most definitely are not ready yet for Tim and vice versa. But breaks my heart to see her longing for that so much. It really is foreshadowing for what happens to her this season with Caleb. *Heart clutch*.

Lucy is on the phone with her mom and she is belittling her about her grocery list (eye roll) when her convo gets interrupted by Opal. I love her calling for Tim and him instantly replying. Said before it’s the little things I love and this is one of them. She goes on to tell him Olivia returned to the shop. Was selling more of her step moms stuff. This time she didn’t want money she wanted a gun.....

Tim and Lucy go back to Olivia’s house and hear gun shots. She’s shooting up all her step mom's hand bags. Saying how she turned her dad against her, that she ruined everything. Sadly they have to arrest her again. Lucy is telling Olivia she made everything so much worse. The step mom starts to go off saying how she’s going to pay for those. The sweet house keeper walks in asking what’s going on? Step mom asks why she is there? That she fired her. She says she was grabbing last of her things when she heard the commotion.

You can see how annoyed they all are with this nasty woman. The house keeper then asks Tim and Lucy if they’d like to see where she hides all her drugs? Amazing. Epic really. Way to return the favor for firing her for no damn reason. Look at them all tall and small looking like a power couple. How can two people who are just standing there exude so much chemistry?

Lucy wakes up next morning to her apt out of order. It’s such a violation to have what should be your safe space messed with. Her mother just did this without asking. Something my mom would do. So this irritates me to no end...Just another comment on what she thinks Lucy is doing wrong. Drives me insane.

Poor girl she looks so betrayed by Jackson agreeing with the new set up. Thankfully when they arrive back home they see her mom's suitcase by the door. Says they made up and her father is coming to get her. As her mom is leaving she levies one last pot shot. Telling her to come by the office to see why she isn’t dating anymore? After she is gone, Lucy makes a comment about being 28 and still single cause of her parents. Jackson challenges her and says you sure that’s why?

I love Jackson so much for bringing this up. It’s why Lucy isn’t ready for something ‘Tim level’ yet. She still is a commitment-phobe. Also she goes for things that are safe right now. Almost like a placeholder for her till she is ready for the real thing with Tim. Goes after men that’ll never really last for her. Or that she doesn’t take seriously enough for it to. Like with Emmett we'll see later on.

Her face in that gif is too funny. She knows Jackson has her pegged. She still has a ways to go but all part of her journey and the process really. Just like Tim it is fun to watch her grow personally and professionally ❤️

That’s all she wrote for this ep. Not a ton of Chenford content but good stuff none the less for our girl and our couple.

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Side Notes-Non Chenford

Fun to watch everyone get their CI’s and Jackson get out of the hole but that’s a bout it nothing major this ep.

Thank you to all reading and commenting/liking/reblogging. Especially during Chenford week when we have an onslaught of goodies to read and look at appreciate those who read these reviews appreciate you all :)

#Caitlin Rewatches The Rookie #chenford #chenford hiatus #summer rewatch #waiting on s6 #s2 #2x05 Tough Love #tim bradford #lucy chen #tim x lucy #lucy x tim #eric winter #melissa o'neil #otp: doing my job #otp: you know me so well. too well. #tim bradford x lucy chen #the rookie

[memphisflash]

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 | 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟓

Pairing: Evelyn Harper (OC) x Elvis Presley

Word count: 1,4K

Chapter summary: Back in the sanctuary of his penthouse, Elvis tells Evelyn how they're connected to each other.

Chapter warnings: Strong language, angsty-ish. Other than that, none.

A/N: This is sort of a "filler" chapter, hence the reason why it's so short.

Main m.list | Series m.list

ELVIS' POV

Seeing her like this broke me.

And yet, there was that small selfish part of me that was happy that this was happening right now. Now we could finally be alone and talk about this, and she could find out the truth instead of believing the lies she’d been fed for the past years.

Having my arms wrapped tightly around her, we stumbled into the penthouse together, making all of the guys gather by the door.

“Where have you been, EP? The show starts in an hour!” Joe exclaimed in a panicked voice and Red groaned, hitting the back of the smaller man’s head as he gave him a look that told him to keep his mouth shut.

He was all healed up after the stake was removed earlier and he cried all his tears when the guys peeled out the splinters one by one, and now he was back to his mouthy own self.

I didn't have the time, or energy, to deal with his ass.

“Cancel the show. Tell ‘em I got sick,” I told them as I pressed Evelyn’s trembling frame against my chest.

I could see Joe and a few others wanted to protest, but they wisely decided against it as Red and Sonny sprung into action, Charlie giving me a little nod as he left the room to help the others take care of things.

Taking care of business, as usual.

I loved my fans and I hated to cancel a show, but Evelyn was more important to me. She’d found out she’d been missing part of her life, parts of me, and I couldn’t leave her alone without providing her with the answers she was looking for.

“How are you feeling?” I asked after we were the only ones left in the room and I gave her some water, sitting her down on the couch in the living portion of the penthouse.

She released a deep sigh as she looked down at the half empty glass in her hands. “I.. I don’t know,” she whispered, clearing her throat a little. I took her glass from her and put it on the table, turning to face her properly as I sat next to her. “I don’t know anything.. or anyone anymore..”

I nodded my head a little, looking down at our hands that were resting close to each other. Caressing my fingertips across her knuckles, my eyes met hers again.

“I can tell you, Eva.. I can tell you everything and only pray that you might remember some stuff. But it’ll take reverse compulsion in order for you to get all your memories back.”

I could understand that that wasn’t something she would want right now. And Red hadn’t even made the call yet I’m sure, but if I needed to, I’d pluck a witch off the street and have them do it for me if I needed to.

My intentions were not to force Evelyn into anything and I had been apprehensive about even telling her about her past, but the situation had taken a turn so quick that there was really no other option.

The way she looked at me with those sad, bambi eyes had my heart skipping a beat. Made me want to wrap my arms around her and take her away from here, leave this mess far, far behind us.

She looked down and stayed silent for longer than I liked. I was starting to grow a little nervous, afraid that she might not want to know everything. Or at least, not from me.

But I figured she realised she wouldn’t get the full truth from Ruby or Eli, or even her father, so as she looked back at me again and swallowed, nodding her head, I felt a sense of relief wash over me.

“Never thought I’d say this but you seem to be the only person wanting me to know the truth,” she sighed, slightly moving her hand away from mine. For now, I ignored the fact that it stung just a little. “So… please, tell me.”

It was a long story, but I told her in great detail, making sure not to leave anything out yet at the same time choosing my words carefully because I didn’t want to overwhelm her. I told her she could tell me to stop at any time, we could take it step by step, but she hadn’t yet… so, I kept talking.

“Your father’s been after me for as long as I can remember. Not exactly sure why, but my guess is that it’s because I’m a public figure and it’s easy to point fingers. He has this weird obsession with exposing vampires, making the world see that there’s evil among us and it can hide in the person you least expect it from. You can imagine his reaction when he find out you and I met and fell in love.”

I licked my lips, biting the inside of my cheek to suppress a grin from breaking through. I wasn’t feeling smug about the whole thing, but I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t developed a hatred toward Christian Harper and seeing him lose his mind when he found out his daughter was by my side, it was satisfying.

“He completely lost it and his attention on me intensified. I’m sorry, Eva, but your father is not a good man.. You don’t hate vampires the way he made you believe you do. When he realised how serious you and I were, I took you to Memphis with me. We were happy there, it was peaceful, almost… normal,” I sighed as I looked down at my hands, nervously wringing my daylight ring around my finger. “I was afraid that he’d do something to ya, and.. and.. well, he did. They stormed the house when we were the only ones there. God, I wanted.. I should have protected you.. but they ambushed us. Your father, Eli, Ruby, all of those damned hunters…”

Evelyn surprised me by putting her hand on my arm and I looked at her, swallowing the lump in my throat. I felt myself relax instantly under her touch, placing my hand atop of hers to squeeze it softly. This time, she didn’t pull back. “What.. what happened?”

She still didn’t want me to stop, so I continued the word vomit.

“They had a vampire with them, a connection of your father. I don’t know the details on that but I assume the fucker got generously paid for it, because he had no problem doin’ the damn job. Compelled you to forget every trace of me in your life while Eli used me as a pin cushion with his damned stakes – I wish I hadn’t been so weak in that moment, I could’ve put a stop to all of it…”

I had wanted to kill Eli a long time ago. Hell, I wanted to kill them all. And while tonight I could’ve done it, I knew it wasn’t the right time.

My main priority now was getting Evelyn back.

She squeezed my arm again, looking at me with an intense look in her eyes as she hung onto my every word. As if she felt sorry for me… and that made me fight the urge to hold her even more.

“When it was all said and done, they took you away, back to Vegas. I’ll never forget the way you looked at me as if I was a stranger… leaving behind your life, the house you loved so much.. just like that.”

“I’m sorry,”

I frowned and shook my head, lacing my fingers together with hers and bringing her hand to my lips. I kissed her knuckles, but stopped as I felt her tensing up a little. “Sorry for what, baby? None of this is your fault,”

“I can’t.. I don’t understand how… why..”

I slowly lowered our hands and loosened the grip I had on her smaller one. “I don’t know what Ruby and Eli gain from this, but.. my guess is that they want to make you hate me, hate my kind, and make you kill me so there ain't any risks of getting your memory back. They don’t think it’s possible for a human and vampire to be together, but they’re so wrong. If anything, we’re living proof of that.”

“You said we were serious,” she whispered, straightening her shoulders as she sucked in a breath of air. “H-How.. How serious, Elvis?”

We looked at each other, and I didn't take my eyes off of her for a second.

She didn’t either.

I could feel the tension in the room thickening, so much so it was nearly palpable.

I had to tell her. She wanted the truth and she deserved nothing but. If I wanted to gain her full trust, I had to tell her.

“You and I, we.. we..” I clenched and unclenched my jaw, my voice lowering a little. “We’re married, baby.”

#elvis #elvis presley #elvis x reader #elvis presley x reader #elvis x oc #elvis presley x oc #elvis smut #elvis presley smut #elvis fanfic #elvis presley fanfic #vampire!elvis #king of hearts #tamwrites

[blackjackkent]

OK, once again, our first immediate priority is going to find Florrick, which means we're heading back to Wyrm's Rock fortress and staging a prison break. (Ravengard is also imprisoned but I think he's somewhere else and we still have to figure out where.)

While I'm trying not to get too sidetracked from our main objectives until we have Lae'zel back, I will take this opportunity to scour the entire Wyrm's Rock building so we don't have to come back here again later.

And in this case - my exploration immediately paid off. I found a hidden lever leading to a secret path near the door that took us to the audience chamber before, which led out to a back cliff area behind the fortress with a gorgeous view of the surrounding water.

Climbing down the cliff leads to this:

Perfect! \o/ We're coming, Florrick!

Going inside, Hector is able to smash through a stone wall (yay cloud giant strength potion) and get into a storeroom in the prison area proper. After breaking out of the storeroom from the inside... we're immediately confronted by a guard.

The two options are "lie" or "fight"; Hector is not a fan of either one, since he hates lying, but he would hate killing a guard who was literally only doing his job more. So he claims (scrambling for an explanation and trying not to look as panicked as he feels) that they're officially sanctioned prison inspectors, and astonishingly (even to the narrator), the guard bought it. Presumably Gortash has been cracking down and changing things up and no one is interested in accidentally questioning his orders.

So we appear to be free to walk around safely for now (at least, presumably, until we start busting down the door of Florrick's cell).

Also this happened:

The theft in question was A SINGLE WALNUT that I picked up off the floor without permission. I reloaded; Hector doesn't have time for this nonsense.

There's one door labeled "Prison Entrance Door" that I appear to be able to pick open without bothering anyone, and then a bunch of smaller iron doors that I'm not allowed to touch. The iron ones turned out to be what we needed, though, because a little bit of stealthing around the guards later and look who we found in one of the cells!

Victory.

"You might as well lock the cell. It's over."

She sounds so incredibly dejected, a far cry from the direct, decisive woman we saw in Waukeen's Rest and Last Light. Jaheira notices the difference too:

"Florrick? What have they done to you?"

But Florrick just smiles sadly. "I don't speak of myself, High Harper," she answers. "I speak of the city itself. We came too late. It's over."

"I don't understand," Hector says with a concerned frown. "What do you mean?"

"I came seeking allies to our cause," Florrick says flatly. "Watchers spotted me, dragged me to Ulder Ravengard's husk." Her head twitches, as if struck with sudden pain. "Empty as a stare. A tadpole's puppet, nothing more. He spoke in accusations. Apostasy, conspiracy, sedition." Her lip curls in a bitter smile. "I will soon be hanged on the city gallows to a chorus of cheers. You might have unlocked my cell, but there's no escape from this place."

"The Fist can go hang *themselves*," Jaheira snaps. "We're getting you out."

(I continue to love Jaheira a lot.)

"Ravengard's not lost," Hector adds firmly. "I felt him reach out to me."

This is true - Hector doesn't lie unless forced to it, as above - but it is perhaps a slight shading of the truth. Ravengard is pretty far gone. Hector has no idea if they'll be able to find him again. But he is not lost entirely.

Florrick for a moment looks as if she wants to dismiss him out of hand; the despair has taken a deep hold on her. But... she is a woman of considerable strength of character, and Hector can see the information work on her, the way she takes it in, processes it. The lift of her eyebrows, the flash of hope back into her expression.

"You... you felt him?" she asks unsteadily. "Extraordinary. Maybe... what is lost can be found."

Her shoulders square, her back straightens. The effect is contagious; her force of personality is such that Hector can feel his own strength rising in answer to it. "'When the people need a miracle, you cannot wait for the gods to answer.' Ulder's words..." she murmurs thoughtfully. "I'd almost forgotten." Her jaw works and her eyes flick around the cell with rapid thought.

"No more sulking," she says with a sudden sharp nod. "I know what to do." Her eyes fix on Hector's - more confident now, authoritative. "Lead me from my cell. Escort me out of Wyrm's Rock. I'll seek out my connections. When the city's streets shatter, you'll want their blades."

Hector nods respectfully. He has strongly approved of everything he's seen of Counselor Florrick since the moment they pulled her out of the flames in Waukeen's Rest, and this moment of strength growing out of despair is doing nothing to change his opinion. She will be a valuable ally in the fight to come - and even on a more personal level, he wants her to live.

"Follow me," he says.

#bjk plays baldur's gate 3 #hector carlisle #i really freakin like florrick #fully believe this woman could run my life better than i can

[jcbbby]

For the Witches

Chapter 9- To Dust, To Dust

Jamie’s dark preacher character is the center of this story, based on some of the themes and lyrics from the “I Am” music video, as well as a bit of Dante’s Inferno and general witchy-ness.

All previous chapters here.

Chapter 9 below the cut!

Harper awoke with a gasp. She expected to still be outside, lying on the ground. Instead, she awoke in her room, Jamie and Clara sitting beside her.

"Oh thank god!" Clara exclaimed, touching Harper's shoulder. "You were out for hours!"

Harper winced, her hand stinging as she put pressure on it to sit her upper body up against the pillow. "How...how long?"

"About seven hours..." Jamie said, sitting in a chair by the window. "You were starting to worry me there."

"Let me get you some water and something to eat! You must need both." Clara turned to Jamie. "Jamie, can I get you anything?"

Jamie smiled gently. "Thank you, Clara. Water would be great for me as well."

Clara nodded and turned to exit the room. Jamie leaned forward, sliding himself to the edge of the chair. Harper threw back the blanket and started to swing her legs over the bed. Jamie quickly held a hand out toward her.

"No, no. I really think you ought to stay in bed. You really over exerted yourself. Just relax."

Harper paused, sitting on the edge of the bed, shaking her head. "No...no, Jamie...Jamie I saw...I saw it all."

Jamie stared straight at her, sitting very still. "What...? What did you see?"

Harper closed her eyes as she took in and released a deep breath, looking down to the floor. "I...saw you. I saw the...devil." She swallowed hard, bringing her gaze up to Jamie. "What he made you do. That woman...stuck in that burning house..." She dragged her hand over her face.

"Harper..." Jamie started, hanging his head, but Harper continued.

"And then you- you tried to set yourself on fire...to follow her...but you lived. Jamie-" Harper stood up.

Jamie still stared at the floor, he seemed visibly shaken, but interrupted her quietly. "Before the devil comes for you, make sure you have paid your dues."

Harper leaned back slightly. "What?"

Jamie sighed. "The devil always claims what's his...if it's not your soul, it's the next best thing." He looked up, surprising Harper with a look of genuine emotion, his eyes deep with sadness. "She was to be my wife. He had me...seeing things, hearing things that weren't there...I don't even remember it happening. I just came to that night, staring at the blaze, holding the matches."

Harper kneeled down in front of him, resting a hand on the armrest. "Oh, Jamie..."

"I thought I could end it all. I was wracked with guilt and terrified of what could happen next. I knew I'd be jailed for life or hanged. I thought I could banish him, and...I hoped it would banish me too...sadly not." He looked down again, rubbing his eyes with his index finger and thumb.

"Why did he make you do those things?" Harper asked.

"I got greedy." He shrugged. "I wanted to be more powerful, more in control. But I got scared, I knew only terrible things would come from this partnership. I thought I could outsmart him, get out of the deal. I was wrong, and he got even."

"But how did you survive? I mean, you set yourself on fire."

Jamie exhaled. "That is my punishment. I have to live with my guilt forever."

"So you're-"

"Immortal." Jamie nodded.

Harper's jaw dropped slightly as she sat back on her feet. Jamie said nothing, ashamed of admitting his past weakness and subsequent crime. There was a brief beat of silence as the two came to terms with the sordid truth now being known between them.

Clara's footsteps made their way down the hall towards the room. She appeared in the doorway, holding a tray with two glasses of water and a sandwich on a plate.

"Oh- I uh..." Clara noted the defeated body language of Jamie, and Harper's shock. "I'll just...leave this here for you and get out of your hair."

"Clara it's-" Harper began, turning to her.

She set the tray gently on a side table. "Just um, shout if you need anything else." She nodded, giving an awkward smiling while backing out of the room.

"She won't think too much of this by tomorrow. She tends to shrug things off." Jamie forced a smile to lighten to mood.

Harper turned back to him, offering a slight smile herself. She got up to her feet, sitting back down on the bed. She glanced down at her hand, noticing it bandaged, tracing along the edges of the gauze. The memories of the visions she had seen replaying in her mind. She looked to Jamie, as he looked up feeling her eyes on him.

"You know...I also saw us. Um, in Salem. There was a...a coven, I guess."

Jamie cocked his head as Harper continued.

"We knew each other. But I...I was hanged. You were spared. It was so strange. I mean it was us, Jamie."

He leaned back in his chair, hand coming to rest on his chin in thought. "My bloodline stems from generations of witches...I suppose you do too. Maybe we descend from the same coven. That would make sense as to why-"

"I also saw the garden. Jamie...please, where is this garden? Why do I keep seeing it?" Harper stared intensely.

Jamie let out a soft grunt as he got up from his chair, coming to sit on the bed beside Harper. "There is a prophecy... that two witches hold the power to defeat evil. Once the devil is cast out, hell is no more. The flames will die out, life will flourish again, like a garden... I had never seen the garden with you in it until you arrived here." Jamie took her unburned hand in his. "That's when I knew you would be important here. You're the missing piece. The future was changed by your arrival, Harper."

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ayyyyy! a little short, I know, but rich with lore! ;) this is the part where I was nervous it was gonna start to get too far fetched and fantasy-novel-esque...so, I hope it's still enjoyable to read and not cringey... thanks for sticking with me up to this point! <3

#jamie campbell bower #jamie bower #jamie campbell bower x oc #jamie bower x oc #jamie campbell bower fanfiction #jamie bower fanfiction #jamie campbell bower fanfic #jamie bower fanfic

[tavyliasin]

ATG 5 - Day? Night.

In which a little invention it tested on a willing subject...

Pairing: Astarion/Tav SPICE Rating: 4/5 (sex, toys, mild kink) Content Warnings: Slight power play, blood, biting, 

Spoilers Set in the middle of Act 2 again, but not a lot of plot, just the setting of Last Light Inn Canon Compliance Canons Got Fired - Look it's fun to diverge. A little. Vaguely remembering the hidden rooms under the Inn for some setting, and trying to keep close to how I see the relationship developing more between the dynamics of these 2 and how their life views may come in to conflict. Other Notes Darlings we are here for the fun headcanon and toying with ideas of how different aspects of the world and lore could be utilised. Got ideas for additions? Drop them in the comments. Song/Mood Poison Apple by Echo Black "Another midnight, I saw your face, The hunger hit me and I had to have a taste. No need to fight it, temptation reigns, Your touch is wicked and it's burning through my veins. Never refuse forbidden fruit My strength is waning and my demons running loose I should've felt it, before the fall, I saw the apple took a bite and lost it all." ----- FULL CHAPTER BELOW THE CUT -----

It seemed like their time in the cursed Shadowlands might never end. Searching through ruined towns for clues to the past, fighting their way through the souls that had fallen before them, seeking light to chase the shadows. At least they now had the blessing to protect them, and somewhere to sleep safely in the Last Light Inn surrounded by Harpers and the Tiefling refugees from the Druid grove had also arrived safely. Tav had been relieved to see Dammon was with them, alive, well, and willing to trade once more. His help for Karlach was invaluable, too. She glanced over at the barbarian, sleeping like a small child now cuddling up to a large stuffed toy that Gale had enchanted to be safe from her heat. She looked peaceful, for a change. Unfortunately, Tav was far from peaceful herself. She felt completely restless. The Sword Coast was apparently full of painfully attractive people, and sharing a communal room did not allow for privacy to scratch certain itches. It did not help at all that Astarion flirted as easily as breathing, and she had yet to build up an immunity to his undeniable charms. Truth be told, a few of the others had flirted too, but she wasn’t too certain that everyone felt the same way that she did about lust and love. There was only so far she was willing to go with flirting back, some lines once crossed would end with someone getting hurt, and she was not going to let that happen. Luckily for her, the night was about to get a little more interesting, as she wasn’t the only one still awake. “Not even trying to meditate through the night? Darling, it is bad for your health to go without resting. Look at those bruises, they’re not going to get any better if you just toss and turn all night are they?” Astarion kept his voice low, but the wink was a very clear hint. He held out a hand, an invitation to leave the confines of the room.

“You’re up to something.” Tav stated plainly, but still took his hand and stood up, following him out of the room. “Are you disappointed? We can get by on less rest than the others by meditating, but that doesn’t mean I can just leave you there unable to do even that.” His words held concern, but his voice still carried that flirtatious edge to it. “Well, what are you suggesting?” Tav raised an eyebrow, scouring his face for any hint of what he might be up to.

“You’ll see~” He winked again, and kept leading her down the stairs. --- A few minutes later, they were in a secret room beneath the Inn. A hidden door had brought them to a place that looked like a storage area. It was dusty, smelled a little like mildew and…did cobwebs have an odour? They might as well, but it didn’t matter much. It was a small place, alone once the lever had swung the door closed behind them. “You better not have trapped us in here, I haven’t brought any lockpicks down here.” Tav laughed a little, but not without a hint of real concern. It would be terribly embarrassing to end their days locked below the Inn where nobody could find them. “Darling you worry too much, I checked it all myself earlier while you were busy with dinner.” He made a few motions and spoke a few words, prestidigitation replacing the scents clinging in the air with…

“Roses? You made it smell like roses? Is this dusty old storeroom meant to be romantic?” “If it doesn’t suit we can always leave, you know.” He almost sounded offended.

“I didn’t say that. Wait, why do you have a bag with you? And where else did you go during dinner?” She had wondered where he slipped off to, as he didn’t really partake of much food or drink with the party. After all, when he was hungry, she could happily offer herself to slake his thirst. The arrangement was not entirely just for his benefit, either.

“Wouldn’t you like to know~” He smirked playfully, putting his bag down to one side and dusting off some old sacks and cloths from a shelf. “Of course I want to know, that’s why I asked.” She regretted her impatience, but couldn’t resist the temptation to answer with as sharp a wit as she received. “Well, love, I know it’s no luxury bed with silk sheets - which is what I would far prefer to compliment a form as beautiful as yours - but the sight of you will certainly brighten up the place.” His eyes travelled the length of her curves, a slight hunger betrayed by his tongue absent-mindedly moistening his lips, the hint of fangs glinting dangerously. Irresistible, Tav thought, even in a dank rotten storeroom… She removed her outer clothes, taking her time for his benefit as he sat down to enjoy the show. All a part of the game, really, test his patience as well as her own, knowing full well that their blood ran hot when they were alone. “Hungry, are you?”

“You could say that…” His voice trailed off for a moment, eyes lingering on her neck as she tied her hair up again. He took off his shirt and reclined slightly, his back against the wall. “Come, sit right here.” Tav followed his instruction with rising tension, sitting between his parted knees, her back leaning against his now bare chest. “What about your bag? Come on you can’t leave it a mystery all night.” “Well well aren’t we impatient… No, not yet, it’s a surprise. For now,” he began to run his hands up her sides, travelling from her hips to her waist, caressing her chest, and coming to rest in a firm grip on her shoulders securing her against him as his lips came so tantalisingly close to her ear. “May I have a little appetiser, first?” A shiver ran down Tav’s spine and through her whole body, which answered for her. Without even thinking about it she rolled her head back onto his shoulder, exposing her bare neck to him, her breath held in anticipation. She didn’t have to wait long, it had been days since he last fed. Astarion kept one arm around her chest, the other hand rising to her forehead to hold her firmly in place as his fangs penetrated her waiting neck. She gasped, the decadent blend of pain and intimacy coursing through her veins like lightning. Her body felt like a coiled spring, tensed, every muscle screaming danger in a discordant symphony with delight. His tongue caressed softly, lips pressing gentle kisses, even as his fangs stung and drew fresh blood. His moan vibrated against her throat, but her own voice was muffled as his hand moved down to her mouth. The heat of lust rose within her alongside the heated torment of the pleasured pain as he fed, careful, ever careful not to take more than she could handle, but still leaving her breathless with desire for more. Tav almost didn’t notice when he loosened his grip, her mind was almost blank from the experience. She wasn’t sure if she’d ever get used to the intensity when he fed like this, and she also wasn’t sure if she ever wanted to. Before she could even begin to regain her bearings, though, a soft cloth covered her eyes, tied securely at the back of her head. “Are you comfortable, love?” His voice at her ear made her head spin again, she just about managed to nod an affirmation. “Perfect. Stay still, now.” She tried very hard to resist the temptation to try and see what might be coming out of the pack next to them, but she kept that trust. His chest, warm and firm against her back, held a comforting strength. His legs, either side of her hips, pressed against her sides like a lover’s embrace, even without his arms. Just when it began to feel empty in the breathless anticipation, she felt a cool sensation pass over her skin. There was no touch, but like a breeze came from nowhere. Next came heat, moving across different areas still left exposed. Then…a stinging, but not unpleasant. A hint of electric pain lighting up her nerves, sparks carefully measured and controlled, pinpointing the most exquisite sensation. Tav’s breath now came in ragged gasps, each new shock just a little more intense, but soothed with the heat and cool before she could feel pain. If she’d had the ability to form any sound other than a wanton moan, she might’ve asked what all this was, but even this was silenced the moment she felt something pressed between her legs.

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Behind his lover, Astarion grinned. The symphony he was playing on her body was making such a sweet melody, and he was drinking every second like wine. The little effects of a cantrip were easy to manipulate, and Gale had been very helpful in showing him ways that it could be controlled. He briefly wondered exactly what it might be like to lay with the God of Magic herself, but Gale wasn’t quite the type to kiss and tell. Or at least, not to tell every detail. His smile widened as Tav moaned again, the small object in his hand pressing right where she wanted it most…but there was more to this little metal device. He almost laughed as he remembered how red Dammon’s cheeks had become at the suggestion, but of course the craftsman was incredibly skilled and willing to try making something new. “Oh it’s just for relaxing tired muscles” Astarion had grinned when describing the device, though whether either of them believed that excuse didn’t matter. Now all he had to do was channel just a little electricity through it, and-

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Tav heard the humming of the tool just as she felt the vibrations. She didn’t know what it was, but she had some idea of what might have been going on whilst she was busy and leaving Astarion unsupervised. Having her eyes covered made every sensation so much more intense, too, and it was becoming almost maddening. But just as she felt close to cascading over the edge, the device moved away. “N...no...you can’t-” She could hear the desperation in her voice but she didn’t care. 

“Not yet, Darling, I want you to feel everything. ” His words arrived in her ear as a low growl, the sound waves shaking her foundations. A distraction, as he shifted behind her. Strong hands took hold of her hips, lifting her smoothly, holding her where she could just feel what was coming next, pressing her hips down as he entered at last. His legs move a little beneath her, allowing a little leverage  to both of them, the kisses along her neck and shoulder giving her the silent permission. Tav’s body became utterly enveloped by sensation. The depth of her lover pressing inside, the feeling of the sparks from his fingertips caressing her body, and his lips tracing loving lines wherever they could reach. She kept her pace slow, too, as much as she longed to rush to the hedonistic release, she was enjoying drawing it out now as much as he did. Fangs cut tiny holes in her back, a quick tongue tasting her flesh and blood with a growing greed, and soon the little device was back with more delicious torment. Her muscles quivered with the intensity building to fever pitch, drowning in a sea of pleasure, the edges of pain only heightening the ecstasy. She might have even felt his pulse racing through her back, had the subtle vibration of his own moans echoing through his chest not silenced that particular drum. As the more intense vibrations began to drive her towards the climax she so desperately desired, Tav matched a more relentless pace with her hips. She was lost to it all, filled, surrounded, caught, controlled, and in that moment so utterly free. Her head rolled back, her neck soon feeling the passion of a myriad of kisses, bites, and the sign they were about to fall so deliciously into the pleasure together. Every nerve lit up, every muscle tensed and release, this time a full volume voice escaping their throats as a single noise echoing from the walls. Time almost slowed down as they felt the incredible rush of euphoria, drawing out the moment as long as they could before it passed, leaving them weakened and breathless in the dark. A small noise on the floor told her that the mystery device had now been abandoned, as Astarion’s arms surrounded Tav, holding her even closer against him while they regained their senses. “You are so beautiful like this,” he whispered, finally lifting the silk from her eyes and kissing her cheek, “see?” “What do you-” Then she saw it, the mirror on the other side of the room, the only clean thing around, with the cloth that had likely covered it when they came in discarded on the floor beside it. Mage Hand, she thought to herself, of course he would- “It felt like a shame if I couldn’t see you, all of you, enjoying this~” He pulled her into another kiss before she had a chance to argue. “Wasn’t it just exhilarating , love?” “I… You know it was… But…” Tav looked at the mirror. “You’re not even there, are you…” “I haven’t seen my reflection in centuries Darling, I don’t miss it,” a little lie, and one that did not get past her notice, “but I saw what I wanted. You. Your body moving with pleasure, your face flush with blood and heat, the way you gasp when you want more …” It was hard to argue, besides which, Tav finally felt tired, like it was time to rest at last. “We should-” “We should stay right here. It doesn’t matter, does it? I’ll wake you up by morning, and we’ll just slip in to the room like we were there all night and just went for a little fresh air .” He brought his legs around her now too, trapping her in a comfortably tight embrace. “You’re not in a rush to escape me, are you?”

Tav yawned, the exhaustion beginning to surrender to the warmth and safety of being in her favourite place. “I don’t suppose you’d care to argue, and those beds were never that comfortable anyway.” “Good girl,” he whispered, kissing the top of her head softly and bringing a blanket around them, “now get some rest. Plenty of running around and killing things to do tomorrow, after all.” She relaxed further, shuffling down a little so her head could come to rest against his chest, listening to the slow heartbeat as her own personal lullaby. It didn’t take long for her eyes to fall closed in the peace they shared before the next storm could draw in.

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Astarion held her close, savouring the warm weight of her body coming to rest against him. He still didn’t understand how she could give herself so completely to him, how she could relax so easily in the arms of a killer…but he wanted nothing more. His hand idly caressed her soft hair and skin, pulling the blanket a little closer where it had slipped off her shoulder, the bruises still refusing to fade from the reality of their daylight hours. The night , he told himself, belongs to me…to us , he found himself correcting himself, much to his own surprise. What am I supposed to do about this… A dozen thoughts and feelings fought for dominance in his mind as he finally drifted into an uneasy rest himself, holding his heart in his arms.

----------- ----------- ENDING NOTES ----------- ----------- Honestly, that art with the mirror? You know the one, loves, ohh that was delicious~ I don't have much more to say with this chapter though, it's all just some nice spice to solidify how close they have become, the trust that has built, and the odd kind of "new normal" before that is broken back down again.

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 tav #astarion #astarion x tav #a tav's guide #fanfic #mirror vampire sex

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I happened to find this interview transcript from ND Stevenson regarding a lot of his work while looking for something else.

And while scrolling down to find what I was looking for, I saw a gif of Catra with a captured Adora from “White Out,” and I had to read the paragraphs around it.

And just…. Stevenson is not a good showrunner. 😬

First of all…

Catradora being endgame???

I’m not sure the rest of the crew had been told that!!!!

ND: …But is also, I think, a good thing to see representation of characters making the wrong choices and doing the wrong thing. And Catra is defined by that. This was [something that] the crew [asked about as well]. People would come and they'd be like: "so, you told me that she's gonna join the good guys again, right? She'll be OK? When is that going to happen?" And people started to stop believing me that it was going to happen.

I’m sorry….

What the actual boiling salt???

The other people helping you make this series…

Started to stop believing you that Catra was ever going to be redeemed?????

I don’t care if that actually happened or not.

That’s not something you make up to sound cute!!!

There’s only two options: You didn’t tell the people helping you make the show what was happening in the show, or you don’t think acting like you would treat your fellow crew with that amount of disrespect and disregard for the product makes you look like anything but an idiot who can’t be trusted!

Either way: Bad showrunning!!!

This is not to talk against withholding plot points etc. on a limited basis: The Good Place did not tell most of the main cast a major plot twist until it was time to get ready to make the relevant ep:

(The article and enclosed video have spoilers for the first season of The Good Place)

But the season would not have worked if the writers didn’t know the twist the entire season was building towards. The audience wouldn’t have been able to watch it all again and say “Yes, this makes sense, I know why these background characters are doing this now.”

ND: AJ [Michalka], who voices the character, I would [tell her] "We have a big run for you today, Catra is going to do something new, but I promise that she's going to be OK in the end". And she'll be like: "yeah, sure, you say that every time".

Now, compare that to The Good Place cast reaction to learning they’d had enforced method acting:

In truth, the cast was forgiving after the deception. "It was good not to know until the very end," [William Jackson] Harper told EW earlier this summer. "It's just part of the character to not know. In a way, it's like Ted, Kristen, and Mike made me a Method actor against my will, which is great! Who knows what I would have done?"

Now, potentially, this is just a good PR lie for the press. Although the reactions show in the video support the cast being impressed with the twist, and understanding how it fit into the show, and their role in it.

But again: The Good Place example is not the same as ND withholding all the information relevant to the plot itself to themself. (apparently)

The actor playing the mastermind of The Good Place twist knew the plot, and could create a performance that worked towards that plot.

Michalka was, apparently, not told how Catra’s story was going to go. She had to take everything on Stevenson’s word.

And as someone currently working for a boss where I have to just accept whatever version of reality he’s decided is in play today - that’s fucked up.

(example of my boss: Apparently, we don’t need annual reviews. Except also apparently the sit down I had with him - the daycare owner - and my director after my surgery recovery time where we discussed how ready I felt to return to duties on schedule counted as my review. Except that was in May, and when I mentioned to my director in September I hadn’t had a review since the previous March she agreed with me. Since she was working literally two full time positions I didn’t want to push her to ask the owner about it then…. Anyway, just more of his bullshit.)

Also….

ND: And that, I think, in it's own way can be something that also tells us how to make decisions ourselves. So when you see somebody who we sometimes want to scream [at], sometimes we're compelled to do things that make us a bad friend or bad people. And it's important, I think, to know the consequences of those wrong decisions. [emphasis mine]

I agree.

It’s great to represent characters who make bad decisions, because of their personal traumas.

And if that happens, it’s necessary to show the consequences of those decisions.

I completely agree.

Why the boiling rain didn’t we see Catra suffer the consequences of her leading the war on Etheria?

The consequences of repeatedly placing Adora in deadly situations??

Trying to stop Adora from preventing the reality of Despondos from collapsing???

Edit: Oh, and actively blaming Adora for it, purposefully triggering Adora’s trauma??? The woman she later claims to have “loved the entire time”??????

Where were those consequences, Stevenson???

Can you fucking answer me there???

#salt #narrative structure #showrunner #what the actual fuck #tw babybat swears #because this is employee abuse #just #fucking employee abuse #if true #fuck this