#Client Liaison
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alder-knight · 10 months ago
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music ask -15
Song you recommend: "Club Called Heaven" by Client Liaison
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I don't know your taste in music but this song is a pretty solid recommendation across the board
very funky, very good groove, they describe themselves as "businesscore" and their lyrics are all a fantasy of 1980s cocaine-fueled business executives in limousines, absolute commitment to an extremely bizarre bit
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coolasakuhncumber · 8 months ago
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Club Liaison 15/3/24
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hydranomago · 9 months ago
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Underrated series: Tenchi Souzo Design-bu
Shimoda is just so precious baby-coded 😭 Everything in this series is cute + educational
Relive your interest in zoology!
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vermillioncrown · 7 months ago
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Verm… it happened again… I said ‘all according to keikaku’ at my workplace I’m so embarrassed it’s hilarious this time it was in front of a partner lmao I wish the earth opened up to swallow me
HAHAHAHA 🤝 they now know you're a memer
(nah it's okay, i feel you, solidarity, etc etc
when they say your words back to you tho 😬😬😬)
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sydmarch · 2 years ago
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LOL so often I talk to someone & end up having to send them to another team bcus I can't actually help them with their problem myself & they'll be like oh ok thank you I guess I was confused on your role what do you do specifically? & I'm like. send people to other teams mostly.
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writeforfandoms · 1 year ago
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Captain John Price
One shots
The Shape of You - John Price x f!reader - you're having awful cramps and can't get comfortable at all. Fortunately, John knows a way to help. SMUT. On AO3 only.
Glitter and Gold - John Price x f!reader - As the princess, you always knew you'd marry for power and politics. What you did not expect was to be married to the dragon.
Bartender - John Price x f!reader - You work as a bartender. The one night the 141 is in your bar happens to be the one night some jerk causes trouble. Price steps in to help.
Fear Not This Night - 141 x f!reader poly - Being part of the 141 pack meant you watched out for your boys, always. As their medic, it meant you sometimes flew into danger for them. When someone uses that knowledge against you to separate you from your pack, you pay the price.
Call Me Little Sunshine - John Price x f!reader - established relationship. You've had a bad day, but even from a different country, your husband knows how to make it better.
Let It Snow - John Price x f!reader - John Price is your neighbor. Just your friendly neighbor. Nothing more. At least, until the heat in your flat dies.
Series
Puppy Love - John Price x f!reader - Gaz decides to get a puppy, and drags Price along for the ride. Also, the breeder is cute. And single.
Fall Into Me - Fem!OC x various - After the betrayals and the lies, TF141 and certain members of Los Vaqueros start up a private security business and settle down. There’s a lovely coffee shop on the ground floor of the office building they’re in, and it doesn’t take long for bonds to start forming between them and the owner, Rose. 
Waking Lions - eventual John Price x f!reader - You’ve been working as an independent intelligence agent for a long time. You like your life - you choose your own hours, you have your own clients, and you get to go wherever you want, whenever you want. Very little pins you down. You never expected this to change, least of all because of one man. 
Born for Greatness - John Price x f!reader - As a liaison, your job is often interesting. Your newest job is to help a PMC pack, the 141, to prevent any further Incidents. But there's something about this pack that is different from others you've worked with...
Shadows - part one, two, three - John Price x f!reader - Zombie AU. About a year and a half after the end of the world, you're unexpectedly rescued by a group of four men. Time to find out what you can make of life now.
Blurbs
Price reassures you
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clonerightsagenda · 4 months ago
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hi! I found your answer to the anon who asked about library school super interesting and helpful.
I recently finished an anthropology/archaeology phd but am transitioning out of traditional academia and have been thinking about trying to get library work instead (among a slew of other options). I absolutely do not have a library degree though and and am wondering if you have any thoughts or advice about breaking into the library world if you have a different type of higher degree?
(feel free to ignore if you don't feel like answering though!)
For sure! I hope you don't mind me answering this publicly in case other people might find it helpful.
First of all, a higher non-library degree can be very helpful or even required for some library jobs. Many larger colleges and universities have subject liaison librarians, whose job involves developing the collection and working with students and faculty in a specific department or group of departments. Subject specialists often are required to have a masters (or higher) in that subject alongside their MLIS. Similarly, law librarians are often required to have a law degree. (This gives librarians with non-humanities backgrounds a real competitive edge. One guy I knew was always getting contacted by headhunters because his undergrad was in biology.) So if you're ok with staying in academia, that's an option, although those jobs are going to ask for an MLIS as well. Again, you might be able to start at a lower level and work up to the MLIS, or some places (probably smaller ones) might hire you as long as you've started the program.
Now with an anthro/archaeology background... you might consider some of libraries' cousins in the GLAM world - galleries, archives, museums, and historical societies. In archives and museums you often see people with MLISs rubbing shoulders with people who came into the career from a history background or something else connected to that institution's focus. These positions often involve a lot of research, writing, grant proposals, and networking, which can make a PhD skillset a good fit. I will warn you that many of these positions may be a bit ephemeral. Often museum and archives positions are grant-based or low paid. There are exceptions, but competition is likely to be fierce.
A last thing that comes to mind based on your background would be a professional researcher. Back when I interned at my local branch of the National Archives, there were often paid researchers coming in to go through records on behalf of their clients. (We had BIA records, and one guy was there trying to help a tribe make their case against the government.) I don't know what frequency of demand there is for that work, and I imagine it involves all the troubles of freelancing (marketing yourself, living off gigs, figuring out your own taxes, etc.) but your PhD would set you up for the research portion, at least! Speaking of which - congrats on finishing it! That is no small accomplishment.
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dr-spencer-reids-queen · 6 months ago
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Déjà Vu
Pairing: Jennifer Jareau x Female!Reader
Word Count: ~2.3k
Warnings: angst, stalking, being attacked, break in
Summary: Someone is stalking you. That much is evident, but you never thought they'd take it as far as to break into your home and make you understand that you're not the one in control here.
There's Beauty in Tragedy Masterlist
Square Filled: this is not. adrill for @badthingshappenbingo
Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3
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He’s parked outside Y/N’s expensive house but he’s managed to hack into her security cameras as easily as he does laundry. She’s inside her bedroom getting undressed for the night. Damn, she looks better than she did when he last saw her years ago. She pulls on the country-fair t-shirt her ex-girlfriend got for her in college. He remembers that night. Everyone in school went to that thing.
She climbs into bed and keeps her bedside lamp on for a source of light. There are so many things in her room that it makes him sick. She is so materialistic. She makes all this money and doesn’t do anything meaningful with it. She fills her house with trinkets and expensive things to make it look like she’s this glamorous person. She’s not. She’s putting up a facade.
He could go inside her house right now and take it all from her in an instant… if he wanted to, that is.
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After a long and hard day at work, you’re ready to wind down and sleep easy knowing you’re about to see your girlfriend in two days. You grab your phone and FaceTime her so you can see her gorgeous face before bed. She answers from inside her hotel room with room service on the table. She’s on a case a few hours from where you are by plane.
“Hi, gorgeous,” you grin.
“Hey, I thought you’d be sleeping by now.”
“I couldn't go to bed without saying goodnight to you. I miss you.”
“I come home in two days,” she chuckles.
“I can’t wait that long. Maybe I’ll head to the airport and fly to you. Maybe I’ll surprise you in bed.”
“You’d cost me my job because we wouldn't leave it.”
“Tempting,” you smirk. “How was your day?”
“Long. It took us longer to build a profile of the unsub which resulting him killing two more women. We finally got it ready and gave it out. I’m hoping we have him tomorrow or else I’ll have to stay out here a little bit longer.”
“I just want you to stay safe even if that means you being away from me for a bit longer. You’ll get the bad guy. You always do.”
“My team does. I’m just the liaison.”
“That team would be nothing without you. You’re a vital part. Don’t forget that,” you wink.
“How was your day?”
“Productive. I had a meeting with a new client, someone I’ve never worked with before. No, I can’t tell you who it is but just know she’s A-list.”
“Wow, good for you.” JJ sees the slightly upset look on your face. “What’s wrong? Did something else happen today?”
“I got a call from Mark again. I didn’t think he’d be so bold to call. He called my assistant to set up a meeting with me, but I overheard her say his name. I told her never to make an appointment with him and to decline all of his calls.”
“Are you sure you don’t want my team’s help?”
“I can handle it but I love how much you worry.”
“I will always worry when it comes to you.”
“Alright, angel, I have to go. I’m tired, but I will talk to you tomorrow morning and I’ll see you in two days.”
“Okay, goodnight,” she smiles.
Both of you kiss the screens before hanging up. You sleep good knowing she is safe where she is and you’re safe where you are.
The next morning, instead of going to the office and working on your designs, you have to stop by one of your stores to check on how they’re doing. It’s so weird. The second you stepped foot out of the door, you felt like someone was watching you. Even now while you’re walking down the street to your store, you feel eyes on you.
You stop outside of it and look at the busy street behind you. People hustle to get to their jobs, cars drive by with passengers, and none of them are looking at you or watching you. Why are you feeling this way? You push down this feeling and walk into your store with a smile.
“Y/N! Welcome back!” the store manager greets.
“Betty, it’s so nice to see you again. How are things here?”
“Just fine. We’re doing pretty well this week, though, product is running a bit low.”
“Yeah, I have more in stock which I’ll bring tomorrow.”
“Oh, I almost forgot, someone came in asking for you.”
“Who?”
“She didn’t leave a name but she did leave this.”
Betty takes you to the back where a bouquet of flowers is. It’s your favorite kinds of flowers all rolled into one bouquet. Attached to the vase is a card, and you rip it off to read what it says.
Nice to see you still have that country-fair t-shirt I got you. You looked so good in it last night.
Fear creeps up your neck because how the hell did this person know what you were wearing last night? You did wear an old t-shirt your ex-girlfriend got you, but you’re confused because you haven’t talked to her since you graduated college.
“Are you sure she didn’t leave a name?”
“Yeah. She came in twenty minutes ago. She might still be outside.”
You immediately leave the store in search of the woman you once knew. People pass you by on their way to malls or their jobs but none of them are Courtney. The feeling of someone watching you has increased so you head back inside to escape it.
“Thank you for accepting the flowers. I’ll take them.” Betty hands them over and talks about the revenue for this week which has been in the high positives for quite some time now. “Keep up the good work. We’ll talk about raises next week because I’m impressed with your work. I’ll bring more product tomorrow.”
“Thank you, Y/N. We’ll see you tomorrow,” she grins.
You leave the store with the flowers only to toss them into the dumpster next to the store. You keep the card for evidence. You’re not sure what this is but you don’t think it’s smart to throw it away. On your way back to your office, you call the police to make a report that someone was watching you last night and left you flowers with a creepy note attached to them. You’re not sure what they can do with that information but at least a report was documented.
The second you get off the phone with the police, you call JJ.
“Hey, can I call you back in a bit?”
“I think I’m being stalked,” you blurt.
“Excuse me,” she says to someone in the room with her. She steps out to give herself some privacy. “Did you say you’re being stalked?”
“I’m sorry for bothering you. I know you’re busy--”
“No, what’s going on?”
“I went to one of my stores to check on things when the manager said someone dropped off flowers for me. I got a note with the flowers that suggested someone was watching me last night. Whoever this is mentioned a shirt I was wearing last night but I was alone.”
“Did you find out who left you the flowers?”
“No, but it’s implied my ex-girlfriend did it because I was wearing the shirt she gave me in college. I can’t think of why she’d leave me notes or how she knew what I was wearing last night. I haven’t seen or talked to her since I graduated college. I called the police to make a report about it but I wanted you to know.”
“We caught the unsub today. We’re heading home as soon as possible. We should get there really late at night or tomorrow morning depending on when the rest of the team wants to leave. I’ll help you out when I do get home.”
“No, it’s fine. I don’t think it’s anything serious that the FBI needs to get involved with.”
“I’m helping you, Y/N. I have the means to. Just let me look into it, at least.”
“Fine. I gotta go. Sorry I took you away from your job. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Maybe this was a prank. Maybe someone wants to scare you. How did this person know what you were wearing? Your security lights didn’t go off last night so there was no one close enough to your house to see what you were wearing. Did they hack into your cameras? If they did, they’d have to be really smart because you have a very sophisticated system.
Your paranoia doesn’t go away even when you’re getting ready for bed. You still feel like someone is watching you but you can’t see anyone inside or outside your house. Maybe this is just a bad feeling and it’ll go away tomorrow.
You’re maybe three hours into the night when you’re woken up by your house alarm going off. You shoot up in bed and look around the dark room, afraid that if you turn on the light, whoever caused the alarm to go off will know you’re awake. 
Plus, you know your own house better than anyone. You can navigate through the darkness.
You grab your phone and keep the backlight on dim as you go to your camera app. Every single camera you own has been disabled so you’re looking at a completely black screen. You have no eyes anywhere. You have no idea who is inside your house. The alarm shuts off presumably by the person who set it off.
The fear you felt from your first robbery is slowly coming back but you have to keep a level head. Panic is what kills people. You get out of bed just as you hear someone rummaging through your house. It sounds like they are getting closer so you dash to your closet and hide behind some clothes.
Your alarm is connected to the police so they should have gotten an alarm but you still dial 911 just to be safe.
“911, what’s your emergency?”
JJ is thankful that the team wanted to come home earlier so she can be with you sooner. She is eager to get to your place and get to the bottom of who is making your life hell. Her phone rings as soon as she gets into her car, and she answers it when she sees it’s her friend from the VAPD.
“Josie, what’s going on?”
“You told me to call you if anything happened at Y/N’s house.”
JJ doesn’t have to hear the whole story to convince her team to head immediately to your house. The entire street is blocked off by police and fire and ambulance are already at your house. She doesn’t want to seem desperate by running into your house like a maniac but she does speed walk to get there. You’re sitting on the couch with a cut on your head that a paramedic is looking at.
“Y/N!”
“JJ,” you whimper.
She joins your side on the couch while the rest of the team questions the police and tries to figure out what happened here.
“Oh, my God. Are you okay? What happened?”
“I don’t know. I woke up to someone breaking into my house. I was sleeping and I checked the cameras but they were all disabled. I ran into my closet and called 911 but he heard me and came after me. Either I hit my head or he slammed me into something but he definitely tried attacking me. Police were here in under five minutes. He heard the sirens and bolted. I didn’t see his face.”
You’re almost in tears from how scared you are and your whole body is shaking from fear. JJ pulls you closer and smooths down your hair and rubs your back.
“Come here. I’m right here now. You’re okay.”
“I don’t know how he disabled my cameras or if he stole anything but I’m terrified.”
“I know. You’re staying with me tonight, okay?”
“Okay,” you whisper.
You hate feeling like a little child because that’s what fear feels like to you. It makes you cower in and reverts your mind back to what it was like as a child. You hate feeling physically vulnerable.
“I’ll be right back. I’ll be right over there.” JJ leaves the paramedic to finish his job while she joins the officers whom Hotch and Derek are talking to. “Do you have any suspects?”
“None that fits the description she gave us. However, she did file a report about flowers and a note being left at one of her stores earlier today. I guess someone was watching her sleep the night before. An ex-girlfriend she seems to think. I’ll have someone get in contact with her and have her come down for questioning.”
“Okay. Is she okay to leave here?”
“Yeah, as soon as the paramedics are done checking her out. This place will remain a crime scene for a few days. There’s blood inside her closet presumably from her but we want to make sure.”
“Of course,” JJ nods. When the paramedic says you don’t need to go to the hospital, JJ helps you pack a bag. “You’re going to be okay. My team is on this and there is no one better to help.”
“I know. I just hate that it had to come to this.”
“Come on, let’s go home and rest.”
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Fuck. She just had to fight back. He almost had her but the bitch put up a good fight on him. The second he heard those sirens it was either her or him, so he ran. He’ll get her another time but he has to wait until the smoke clears with the police.
He sits in his car a few blocks over with his eyes closed and mouth parted. As terrible as it was that he didn't get her, he got a rush of adrenaline just from being there. Damn, he missed that. He hasn’t felt this way in a really, really long time.
Now that he got a taste of it again, he’s just getting started.
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veeluvss · 5 months ago
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SURVIVOR
Chapter One
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It was just another day on the job, that was what Agent Jareau told herself as she pulled her jeans back on. The button had been ripped. She sighed, tucked some of her hair behind her ear and slid her earpiece back in. “He’s gone,” she said, barely above a whisper. 
“Good. You did well, JJ. We’re getting closer every day,” her boss, Emily Prentiss, said down the speaker. JJ shivered.  She was glad they were, so glad. The quicker the case was over, the quicker she could be out of the damn hell hole she had found herself in. She was stuck between a rock and a hard place. 
Agent Jareau was one of the best agents on the behavioural analysis team. She joined when she was just twenty-two as a communications liaison and as Agent Rossi had said years earlier, she’d grown the most. She’d suffered her fair share of trauma, hell she’d been through the wringer and back. But as she told herself, just like any agent had. She wasn’t special, she wasn’t alone. Everyone on the team had suffered for the sake of a case so she could suffer too. Only a few more days. 
“JJ, are you there?” She heard Luke in her ear. “Sorry, yeah,” she replied. She stood from the bed and tried not to wince in pain. Everything hurt. All of it hurt. She fell to the floor; her legs were too weak to hold herself up. “JJ, what’s going on?” Emily asked. “Nothing,” JJ whispered back. Her voice was coarse, on the brink of breaking. “I’m fine.” 
“JJ if you’re not we can-” “I said I’m fine goddam it,” JJ said. She pulled the earpiece out and threw it beside her. Letting her head rest on the side of the bed, she took steady breaths as the pain surged up her back, and down her legs. She was not fine. 
Two weeks earlier
“JJ, how do you feel about going undercover with our suspect Brian Hollister?” Emily asked from across the round table. The team sat around the table, files were open in front of them displaying many businessmen, shot, mutilated and tortured. 
“Undercover? How?” Luke asked as JJ looked at her boss shocked. “He needs a new secretary and you can take that position,” Emily explained. “And do what?” JJ asked. “Do what a secretary does, manage his books, numbers, phone calls, appointments - only you’ll be feeding it all back to us as well. Garica will run everything. We’ll be in your ear whenever he isn’t home as we don’t want to compromise your position when he is.”“Emily,” JJ pondered. “We don’t know what this man is like.” “You tell us if he does anything, JJ. We’ll already be on our way immediately.”
It all sounded very reassuring to JJ but it still scared her. She’d never been undercover before but she knew why it had to be her. Emily was the chief, it couldn’t be her and Tara was too naturally assertive. JJ could play off the blonde bimbo secretary that the unsub preferred. She only had to do it until they had enough evidence to make an arrest. “Are you sure she’ll be safe?” Luke asked, noticing the worried look on his best friend's face. “I wouldn’t suggest it if I wasn’t sure.” 
The mission was going well for the team, they were getting the information they needed and they hoped to arrest him on Friday when he had a meeting with a mysterious client. They hoped it was his partner. That meant JJ had three more days to stick it out - stick out the rape, the abuse thrown at her, all of it. But she could do it. She had to for her team. For his other victims. For justice.
Dr Tretter got home later that night and JJ was not prepared. He was home earlier than expected and JJ hadn’t done her chores. Although this was never part of the secretary's job description, it was what was expected of her. The team knew this and let her get on with her chores throughout the day, as did the unsub. However, he’d told her he wanted them done when he got home - he was three hours early. 
“Why are there still dishes in the sink, Jennifer?” His voice was simmering with anger and JJ tried not to show her fear. She already had enough bruises all over her body - she didn’t need to add more. It would only mean hiding more from Elle. 
“I’m sorry, sir, I was going to do it before you got home. You’re back early,” she replied. The earpiece was in but all JJ could hear was her hammering heartbeat. The team hadn’t heard his anger yet as they hadn’t been around. This scared her more. If he did hit her, what were they going to do? They weren’t ready for an arrest yet. But they’d have to pull her. “Go do it now, don’t let it happen again,” Dr Tretter said. JJ nodded obediently and stood from the chair, she let her oversized hoodie fall past her shorts. As she walked away, he grabbed her wrist, pulling her to his side. “Do it naked,” he ordered. 
JJ shivered, and the team had heard it all. She couldn’t argue, she had to be complacent. JJ walked into the kitchen and began getting undressed, starting with her shorts, she felt the stare on her back - like icicles freezing her with fear. 
“JJ,” came the weak voice in her ear. She couldn’t reply. “Please don’t.” But she already was. She pulled her sweater over her head and released her bra. Dr Tretter whistled. “Good, keep them off until I say so,” he said. He walked into his office and closed the door behind him. It wasn’t long before JJ could hear the music being played from the small room. 
“JJ,” Emily said. “It’s just me listening. What’s going on?” “Nothing, Em,” JJ whispered back. Although music was playing, she didn’t want to risk him hearing. “Don’t you dare lie to me,” Emily warned. Her voice reminded JJ of Dr Tretters, full of anger and warning but JJ knew Emily. She could lie to Emily. 
“He just likes to look, that’s all.” “And you’re okay with that? JJ, that isn’t okay.” “It’s for the job.” “Getting fucking naked for old men with a murder kink isn’t for the job, JJ!” Emily exploded and JJ jumped. It was loud in her ear. The plate slid from her hands and shattered across the floor. “Shit!” JJ cursed and began picking up the pieces of porcelain but Dr Tretter heard the smash. He emerged from his office, angry. “What do you think you’re doing?” he asked. He grabbed her by the hair and yanked her from the ground. “Breaking my property.” “It was an accident,” JJ said through gritted teeth. Her hair was being ripped from her scalp. “A fucking accident?” The first punch went to her gut and JJ moaned out in pain. She didn’t dare scream. “You useless bitch.” He punched her again in the same place and she coiled over. He let go of her hair and let her drop to the floor before beginning to kick her. Emily could hear it all. 
Meanwhile at the BAU  “We have to stop this,” Luke said as the audio was projected into the round room. “No, she’s strong,” Emily whispered, not quite trusting herself. “Not yet.” “Emily, she’s being beaten!” “She’s been tortured and managed it - just wait,” Emily ordered and the room fell silent. There was a mix of hits and groans and smacks, punches and moans. Emily was ready to call it off, her index finger hovering over the connect button, about to tell JJ and send the order that they were going in when the words came in. “I’m fine,” she whispered. “Don’t.” The sigh of relief flew through the room but they were all still so tense. They needed to know if she was really fine. Heavy breathing came through the audio yet everyone at the BAU was holding their breaths. “Get up, bitch. I’m going out,” Dr Tretter’s voice sounded. The sound of the door slamming was heard seconds later and then JJ’s sobs started. No one said a word as the blonde girl cried. They all listened, letting their hearts fail them.
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Piedra del Sol
Prompt: I can’t get you out of my head
Pairing: Rodolfo ‘Rudy’ Parra x F!Reader
Summary: Fools in love without the common sense of telling the other (sounds familiar?)
Warning: Just fluff. Also my first time trying the xReader thing, which I’m not completely comfortable with, but ah well. Anything for #Fall4Rudy!
Tagging the master curator @glitterypirateduck and @sofasoap because she gave me the idea
You knew you shouldn’t have, but you did.
You allowed yourself to fall in love with none other than Sargento Mayor Rodolfo ‘Rudy’ Parra, while working as liaison between the CIA and Los Vaqueros.
To be perfectly honest, who would blame you? The man was a dream come true. Serious, honest, with a smile that brightened your day every time you managed to make him chuckle with a bad joke or your atrocious accent when trying to order at the bar.
And that he was damned attractive didn’t help either. The day you happened to find him lifting weights with Colonel Vargas was engraved in your memory and warmed many of your nights in your barely furnished apartment. 
And you knew where you went wrong today, too. 
You shouldn’t have accepted Alejandro’s invitation to hit the bar with the rest of Los Vaqueros. Seeing Rudy in civilian clothes took the breath right out of your lungs. It should be illegal how delicious a man can look in jeans and a white shirt, especially when it happens to fit a bit tight, and has a couple of loose buttons. 
It wasn’t like you hadn’t tried to look good yourself either. The way Rudy’s eyes darkened when he saw the little black long-sleeved dress you were wearing was enough to make your mouth water and press your thighs together. How in the world could he make you feel like a horny teenager with just his eyes was a mystery. You two hadn’t even exchanged anything more than pleasantries and jokes. 
‘‘¡Bonita! (Pretty one)’’ Alejandro promptly welcomed you with open arms, and you couldn’t help but smile and offer your hand. But he just grabbed your wrist and pulled you into his arms for a quick hug before turning around with you still in his arms to face the rest of Vaqueros, and the rest of clients at the bar. ‘‘You better behave yourselves, compadres (mates), this one is off limits, ¿oído? (understood?)’’
A mixed chorus of groans and laughter received his words, but you felt relieved. Local men were very forward with their vocal appreciation, and you had been asked out by at least five of them already until the Colonel had to hold a meeting to instruct his men about leaving you the fuck alone. 
But once their affection turned elsewhere, you were having a great time in Las Almas, if you had to be honest.
‘‘¿Qué tomas, bonita? (What are you drinking, pretty one?)’’ Alejandro asked, guiding you to an empty stool between the one he had been using and… Rudy. You smiled at the Sergeant Major, feeling the rush of blood in your cheeks when he smiled back, and then looked back at the Colonel to answer.
‘‘Just a soda, Ale, I have a virtual meeting at 7am and I don’t need the hangover’’ You smiled apologetically when he mockingly raised his hands in despair, but went to ask the bartender. You turned your head back at Rudy to find his eyes on you, and for a moment he looked startled, like caught in the middle of an improper act. Was that blush?
‘‘I… ehm… Is it normal to have meetings so early on Sunday?’’ Rudy asked, a bit rushed, as if he were trying to pretend he hadn’t been devouring you with his eyes. It made you feel good. It made you feel more than good. 
Maybe wearing the dress hadn’t been a bad idea after all.
‘‘Only when my boss is feeling particularly shitty I guess’’ You shrugged, not wanting to think about your boss at that moment. Not when Sergeant Parra was sitting that close to you, so close that you could smell his aftershave. Or his cologne. Whatever it was, it smelled good. Sitting next to him, you shifted in your stool to press your thighs together again, trying to ignore the warmth between your legs.
That man had no business being that tempting.
The night slowly went on, between laughs, drinks and smoke, and you didn’t even realize that the hours had passed until Alejandro gently tapped your shoulder to attract your attention.
‘‘Bonita, it’s almost midnight’’ The Colonel laughed at your startled face when you rushed to check your watch to find out that yes, it was. ‘‘May I call a taxi for you?’’
‘‘No need, Alejandro, the weather is nice, I’ll walk’’ You smiled, feeling grateful that you decided not to drink that night. The moment you rose to your feet Rudy was beside you.
‘‘I’ll walk you home’’ The Sergeant Major cleared his throat when the Colonel looked at him with an amused smile. Rudy lived nowhere near where you did. ‘‘I was about to head out anyway’’
‘‘Buenas noches a los dos (Good night to the both of you)’’ Alejandro smiled, waving while the two of you walked out, making your way among the growing crowd pooling inside the bar. You could feel Rudy’s hand guiding you, pressing lightly against the small of your back, and you resisted the urge to lean on him.
Outside, the night was warm and buzzing with activity. The streets were full of people enjoying one of the last summer nights, and soon you found yourself inching closer to Rudy every time another group walked too close. The first time your right elbow brushed his left arm, he immediately raised it to wrap it around your shoulders, keeping you close to his body to protect you from being bumped into.
You weren’t complaining.
Slowly, the ruckus died down as you entered residential streets, more silent and peaceful. You half expected Rudy to let go of you now that there was no danger of being pushed around by other pedestrians, but he didn’t, his hand firm on your shoulder, gently cradling you in the crook of his armpit. 
You dared to turn your head slightly to rest your temple and cheek on his chest, comforted by his slow and steady heartbeat. You felt his hand tighten holding your shoulder, and the rhythm of his heart quicken a bit. To any passers-by, you’d look like just another couple on a midnight stroll.
Maybe it hadn’t been such a bad idea after all.
‘‘No te puedo sacar de mi cabeza (I can’t get you out of my head)’’ Rudy murmured, all of a sudden, and your heart skipped a beat. You weren’t fluent speaking Spanish, your accent and your embarrassment prevented you from doing better, but you were fluent in understanding it. But that was a fact that only Colonel Vargas knew, the rest of the Vaqueros thought you barely knew some sentences.
As the two of you walked down your street, Rudy poured his heart out to you. How much he had tried to get over what he thought at first was a silly crush on the new face. How many times he had longed to be brave enough to ask you out when he had heard the others mentioning how you had rejected them. How many nights he had been awake, unable to sleep, just thinking about you. 
All of that he said in Spanish. And you understood every word.
Finally, you arrived at the door of your building, and Rudy sighed, starting to release your shoulder. But you turned around to face him, your hands reaching up to rest on his chest, looking up at his startled face.
‘‘Tell me something else in Spanish, Rudy…’’ You begged, your voice low and sweet, and beneath your fingers on his chest you felt his pulse falter. Hesitatingly, his hands found purchase on your waist, trembling, almost expecting you to reject him. But you didn’t.
Slowly, he leaned in until he could brush your ear with his lips, his breath raising your skin in goosebumps.
‘‘Amar es combatir, es abrir puertas,
dejar de ser fantasma con un número
a perpetua cadena condenado
por un amo sin rostro;
el mundo cambia
si dos se miran y se reconocen’’
(To love is to battle, to open doors, 
to cease to be a ghost with a number 
forever in chains, forever condemned 
by a faceless master; the world changes 
if two look at each other and recognize each other.)
You exhaled the breath you had been holding without realizing, feeling the brush of Rudy’s lips on your earlobe as he murmured the verses against your skin. Your fingers dig slightly in his chest over his shirt, and you felt more than heard the low grunt that came from deep within his chest. His hands gripped your waist tighter.
‘‘Isn’t that… Piedra del Sol, by Octavio Paz?’’ You whispered, brushing your own lips on the side of his neck, breathing him in, and you smirked when he tensed, feeling the warmth of his skin as he blushed.
‘‘How… you…’’ Rudy cleared his throat, feeling stupid, but his hands gripped you tighter, forcing you closer until your bodies were flush. ‘‘You understand Spanish’’
‘‘I do’’ You laughed softly, pressing a kiss to his neck, feeling his quickened pulse. ‘‘But I think I need more Spanish lessons, Rudy… only if you are the teacher’’
He chuckled, one of his hands leaving your waist to cup your jaw and force you to tilt your head upwards, so he could see your eyes and your smile before he leaned in and kissed you.
‘‘Creo que tienes razón, mi amor (I think you’re right, my love)’’ 
The following morning, you missed your meeting. 
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thewritetofreespeech · 2 years ago
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Can you do a Buddy Daddies imagine where Rei has to act like a couple with his crush for a job?
Rei Suwa + Reader - Fake Date
“Your table is right this way. Please follow me.”
“Thank you so much.” Though you beam a smile at the waiter, you also have to practically drag Rei by the arm to get him to follow. Luckily, they were already linked in this ‘lovey dovey couple’ act you had going on.
The job this week was to get information on a corporate billionaire, out to dinner with his mistress. Not an interesting or newsworthy element of the job, as everyone knew he cheated on his wife, but who else he was having dinner with was. 2 chiefs of staff, a liaison diplomat, and the rat that put this all together, each with their on rent-to-own bimbo for the evening; financed by their gracious host in a blatant display of corporate malfeasance.
You had been hired to collect intel on the event and report back to the client. A competitor, or the actual government, you weren’t sure. So long as they paid you didn’t ask questions.
The problem was that this restaurant was too posh and expensive to go to alone without being conspicuous. So you have reached out to Rei and Kazuki for help. Kazuki had been happy to assist, even getting out his trusty spy gear for the cause. But at the last minute he got a nasty cold. Making it impossible to go on the mission as, aside from his raging fever, his coughing would blow your cover immediately.
So Rei, reluctantly, stepped in.
“Can you try not to act like this is the end of the world?” You asked through a gritted smile once the waiter left. “You’re out to dinner with a beautiful woman at a 5-star restaurant. There are worse ways to spend an evening.”
“I’d rather be playing video games.”
You sigh, and put your chin in your hand. Pretending to look dreamily at Rei, while your ring camera was pointed at the target table a few rows over. “I’m sorry I had to drag you out tonight. I’ll make it up to you.”
“The mission is important.” He said. Finally sitting up straight.
The waiter came over with your menus, and you had to pull your camera away from the targets. “Let’s just get drinks and dessert. If we drag it out then it won’t raise alarm, and we can get you home in time for late night streaming.”
“Are you gonna play?”
You look up over your menu at Rei, who was looking up over his menu at you as well, and smirk. “Of course.” You could see him smile, just a hair, behind the ornate leather before he ducked his head back down.
Ordering champagne and oysters, neither of which Rei touched, you continued to monitor the targets casually. “How much intel do you have to get?”
“I don’t know.” He was clearly getting antsy sitting here doing nothing. Rei was a do’er. A triggerman. The nuances of espionage, let alone corporate espionage, were not his forte. “I’ll know it when I see it.” You sip your champagne and pick at the ice on the oyster tray a little more.
Suddenly, one suit leaned into another, and then the second leaned into the big boss and passed him an envelope. “Seen it.” You make sure to take some extra still pictures with the camera hidden in your clutch of the deal for security, then put it away as you turn to Rei with a smile. “Ok. We can go now.”
“Finally.”
Rei called the waiter over and paid for the check before coming over to the other side of the table to help you from your seat. Like a gentleman.
“I’ll pay you back for the meal.” You told him, once you were out of the restaurant and far enough away from any potential eavesdroppers. Certain you weren’t followed. “With these babies I’ll be able to pay you back ten-fold.”
“Don’t mention it.”
You look over at Rei, his shoulder slumped again and hands in his pockets. “Aww…that’s sweet. And here I thought this was just a pretend date.”
“It’s not like I need the money.”
You chuckle at little as you continue to walk. Silent, save for the sound of the cars driving by now & then. “Are you coming over?”
“I thought you wanted me on the stream. I can’t really do that if we’re on the same consol.”
“We can do teams battle instead.”
You grin at Rei and step closer to link your arms again, like you did in the restaurant. “Sounds like my kind of date.”
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randyortonofficial · 2 years ago
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if i cried a few times making this, that’s for me to know and for you to find out
song: wild life - client liaison
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The Detectives
Private detectives Yvonne Simmons and Julie Kane were a little non plussed. Their cunning disguises as hotel maids had worked phenomenally well until this point. They had succeeded in placing hidden cameras at various strategic points in the hotel room, ready to gain the evidence they needed of industrial espionage and illicit liaisons that their corporate client was so anxious to have exposed. What they hadn’t bargained for was a creepy lothario turning up in the room just as they were installing the last camera. His initial lasciviousness towards the two uniformed young women soon gave way to persistent questions from the nosy jerk, necessitating swift female action. “That wasn’t part of the plan!” sighed fair-haired Yvonne as the girls waited for a break in the seemingly endless procession of guests up and down the corridor in order to make their escape. “Mmmmmph!” commented their stripped and unwilling guest from the bed behind them.
Sources: the internet; retrorope
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broadwaydivastournament · 6 months ago
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Audra and Bebe and Bernadette and Christine: The Good Fight
Diane Lockhart:
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After slapping the shit out of Julianna Margulies in the series finale of The Good Wife, Diane Lockhart became the star of her own spin-off series The Good Fight. On the eve of her retirement, Diane finds out she's dead broke due to a series of financial schemes perpetrated by friend and client Bernadette Peters' husband (whose name I don't care enough to look up). Following this disastrous turn of events, Diane becomes a partner at a Black Chicago-based firm, and is later upgraded to named partner.
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She's also a fashion icon, so jot that down.
Throughout six seasons, staunch-Democrat Diane spends her storylines addressing the social and political climate of the day. She handles cases revolving around fake news and the MeToo movement, briefly joins an underground anarchist group because Katie Finneran tells her to (understandable), gets SWAT-ed, has a few breakdowns, and enjoys the fun of microdosing. In short, she's living her best life.
Liz Reddick:
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In the second season, Liz Reddick-Lawrence joins the gang at Reddick, Boseman, & Lockhart. Formerly a U.S. Attorney, and Boseman's ex-wife, she joins the firm following her father's death. Initially, she and Diane get off to a rough start with their professional and personal differences. White name partner, Black firm... You can understand why. They spend the series butting heads as often as holding hands, and when the chips are down, they'll support each other.
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Liz, another fashion icon, has a young son, divorces her cop husband, has a romantic liaison with Wayne Brady, has another affair with her ex-husband (and perjures herself when asked about it in court), and fucks a workplace subordinate (a white man, which is the real crime here). She and Diane briefly put aside their fight-of-the-week to lean into the rumor that they're lesbian lovers in order to win a court case. And we didn't even get a fake dating kiss out of it, so if anyone wants to join my class action lawsuit for emotional harm, let me know.
Judge Claudia Friend:
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Judges on The Good Fight, often have a fun little schtick that recurs throughout their guest appearances. Judge Claudia Friend is cursed to always preside over cases where the lawyers see fit to bicker like children the entire time. She is...so tired. (Hence why my multi-story saga about this minor character started with her getting absolutely railed over her desk by another judge--as played by Joanna Gleason).
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In addition to three appearances in The Good Wife, including Audra McDonald's single guest appearance where they shared a scene, Claudia Friend presides over two episodes/cases in The Good Fight. And I, for one, would have liked more of this exhausted and exasperated judge in my life.
Lenore Rindell:
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Mother of early-series protagonist Maia Rindell, Lenore is a co-conspirator of the ponzi scheme that makes Diane flat broke season one. While her husband fucks off to some island to avoid prosecution, Lenore has to stay and face the music. She's also having an affair with her brother-in-law, so there's that.
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Okay, sucks for Diane and all that, but take a look at this woman and tell me you wouldn't let her do whatever she wanted? I support women's wrongs, and I really support the costume department putting Bernadette in this pretty little nightie. Anyway, Lenore is eventually prosecuted for her part in the whole financial scheme and her character is written out of the show.
Other Divas who appear on The Good Fight include: Brenda Braxton (Madeline Gilford - 16eps), Andrea Martin (Francesca Lovatelli - 6eps), Mary Testa (Amy Ann Howard - 3eps), Katrina Lenk (Naftali Amato - 3eps), Jayne Houdyshell (Renee Rampling - 2eps), LaChanze (Julius's Wife - 2eps), Carolee Carmello (Judge Eve Sebald - 2 eps), Linda Emond (Judge Leora Kuhn - 1ep), Katie Finneran (Valerie Peyser - 1ep), Judith Light (Deidre Quinn - 1ep), Joanna Gleason (Judge Carmella Romano - 1ep), Kelli O'Hara (Deirdre Kresteva - 1ep), NaTasha Yvette Williams (Juror - 1ep).
Other Divas who appear on The Good Wife include: Mary Beth Peil (Jackie Florrick - 49eps), Anika Noni Rose (Wendy Scott-Carr - 14eps), Vanessa Williams (Courtney Paige - 4eps), Joanna Gleason (Judge Carmella Romano - 3eps), Linda Emond (Judge Leora Kuhn - 3eps), Jan Maxwell (Camilla Vargas - 2eps), Debra Monk (Tracy Mintz - 1ep), Julie White (Selma Krause - 1ep), Susan Blackwell (Professor Jolie - 1ep), Tovah Feldshuh (Lena - 1ep), Karen Ziemba (Lina Banner - 1ep), Ann Harada (Isabel St. Jean -1ep), Donna Murphy (Judge Alice Adelson - 1ep), Victoria Clark (Shannon Janderman - 1ep), Jackie Hoffman (Judge Maria Felletti - 1ep).
And pretty much every other Broadway actor you can think of.
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Hello. Hope you're feeling good.
I was wondering if assassins in modern au weren't assassin and just lived like normal people what was their job?
Hi, nonny. I'm doing good. Just found some time to rest up after all the moving and unpacking XD
Oooohhh, I like this ask, nonny, but Imma cheat a bit and use a lot of my answers from the modern-day fic I wrote last year XD
Altaïr
I think this will depend on how much you want to reference Altaïr’s upbringing in AC1.
If you want an almost beat-by-beat reference, Altaïr will be heading some kind of PMC that he ‘inherited’ from his foster grandfather. He’s born into the family business and it’s the only life he knows. Reading about new tech helps make the PMC always be up to date with their equipment but Altaïr usually reads any kind of scientific advancement on his down time.
If you want to give him more freedom to choose his own path, his scholarly nature would make him a job in the field of science or history (with philosophy being a favorite hobby of his)
History: more on archaeology who mainly does fieldwork, sometimes goes to conventions and symposiums to talk about his team’s latest finds. His journals detailing each day when he’s in the field are usually published and a lot of people in the field enjoy reading his thoughts… even if he sometimes gets off track and there’s suddenly a drawing of the person he loves in one of the pages…
Science: owner of a privately-funded research and development company (might even have funded it from the inheritance he got from his foster grandfather) and actually leads one of the teams. The company focuses on researching and developing new tech that would make life easier for everyone although Altaïr does have a notebook filled with the deadliest ideas for weapons that he doesn’t really have any plans to make.
Ezio
Definitely born into a rich family that operates one of the oldest banks in Italy and he’s being trained to be a COO. Would have summer jobs in one of their banks.
His passion though lies in the arts and he would paint whenever he needs to relax. His parents agreed for him to take art classes because they want to support him (and Federico is meant to inherit the business anyway).
He meets his best friend in art class and they start a friendly competition of painting the same thing.
His friend is the one who gets recognized but that’s fine with him. He paints because it relaxes him, he’s not there for the spotlight.
Their banks would have framed paintings of his and he still paints as a hobby.
He mostly works for the family bank as a foreign representative, going to other countries to help out a new branch, train the new management, and sometimes talk to possible clients and partners.
Ratonhnhaké:ton
His father wants him to inherit the family business but he decides to take over his mother’s job as the representative of their tribe and the usual liaison that talks to outsiders.
His mother is currently a judge in tribal courts.
He also works similarly to a park ranger and would check their lands regularly, making sure nobody trespasses or hunts in the nearby forests.
The Kenways:
Edward married a socialite named Tessa Kenway a few years after the death of his first wife.
Before that, he used to be a captain of a freight ship. With Tessa’s money, he started his own freight shipping company.
He’s now retired with his son taking over his company and lives with his wife in Kenway mansion. He sometimes visit his son and grandson to annoy his son and to just ‘hang out’ (“Isn’t that what you kids say nowadays?” “… yes. I suppose so?””) with his grandson.
His oldest daughter (from his first marriage) ran away from home after they tried to get her engaged to a rich dude, Edward knows she’s living with Mary and Anne, two old buddies of Edward during his freight ship captain’ing days and visits sometimes. He didn’t tell Tessa though (it was Tessa’s idea to marry her off) because he doesn’t want things to escalate and Tessa has a suspicion that he’s having an affair with Mary or Anne (or both!) while Haytham learned that his sister is fine and living her best life when he tried to catch his father cheating for his mother.
Even in a modern day AU, the Kenways will still have drama. Them’s the rules.
Desmond:
Ran away from a very isolated community that may have been cultists or just really ‘we don’t trust the government’ kind of hippies. Desmond likes to joke both.
Works for a bar that has a new owner who isn’t afraid to try out new things.
Desmond thinks he’s flying by the seat of his pants but his heart is in the right place so Desmond tries to be supportive.
Also… he was given the go signal to adjust the drinks menu and make new drinks so that’s an automatic ‘that’s my boss and I support his decisions!’ for him.
Shirley Templar is his signature drink. He’s other signature drink is “Desmond Take The Wheel” which is just him preparing whatever the hell he wants for a customer who cannot take back the drink because that is what they ordered.
Shay:
Used to work for a freight ship with his dad being his captain together with his best friend Liam.
Hope works as a logistics support for the company they work for and also a radio operator when things get hectic. Shay and Hope may have been flirting on the radio for a while (much to his father’s amusement).
The company they’re working for started making really bad decisions after the owner lost his wife and son. Liam was transferred to another freight ship to be its captain and, during just a routine job, they got hit by a massive storm too far off the nearest coast which they wouldn’t have hit had their course not been switched an hour before their departure.
Shay’s father and a lot of the crew died that day and Shay blamed the owner because the route was approved by him. He refused to settle and lost with the cause being given as damnum fatale.
Haytham scouted him soon after and he was a captain first before being elevated to Head Logistics Officer.
Arno
He owns a cafe that once belonged to his uncle (not related to him but was a close friend of his father).
He’s been arrested for disorderly conduct (he was suppppeeer drunk and his longtime girlfriend/childhood friend just broke up with him) but the officers pitied him so they just let him sleep it off in one of the cells. The dude on the other cell started singing along when Arno began to sing sad love songs. Both of them were drunk though so they made the police officer giving them an easy time… well… a hard time.
He uses the profit he got from the cafe he inherited to buy more establishments.
He’s now focused on learning how to make a bar profitable… by buying a bar.
Jacob
He was the one in the other cell. He got into a bar fight but he wasn’t that drunk. The officers heard the fight happen because some slurs about Jacob’s sexual preferences were shouted by the other dude so the officer just left Jacob with a warning.
He’s actually the owner of a small orphanage and has an out-of-school youth program that usually helps children from high-risk areas. All of this is funded by his family (to be more exact, his sister).
He has a degree in pediatrics and this is his dream job.
This might (if the rumors were true) have been because he had been an unwitting accessory to a tragic fire as a young man that led to the death of children.
He has an adopted son named Jack.
Evie
Doctor, got top marks in her batch, and continued their late father’s job as a concierge doctor. She took over her father’s patients who are all quite wealthy (including the Kenways).
On her vacations, she would join her long-time boyfriend (“You married yet?” “No, Jacob. Jayadeep and I believe-” “Yes, yes, if it happens, it happens, blah, blah, blah.”) who is part of Doctors Without Borders.
She’s officially the head of the Frye family which she inherited from their father but she always gives Jacob his share (“So you’re still a trustfund baby.” “Pretty much, I guess. My sister loves me… as long as she doesn’t have to hear about my latest dumb stunt.”) while also donating a lot to his orphanage and program.
There are rumors that it’s a money laundering thing but that’s unfounded.
Bayek
The police officer who had to suffer thru Arno’s drunken singing of his ex’s beautiful flaming hair and Jacob’s sulking.
Almost always gets the graveyard shift so his fellow officers can go home and spend them with their families.
Used to be married, and had a divorce after a hit-and-run killed their only son, he still has a picture of his family on his table and everyone knows he still loves his ex but the death of their child was too much for both of them.
His ex may or may not be part of the government’s secret intelligence gathering bureau… maybe. Bayek does not know and does not want to know as he doesn’t want to risk her job in any way IF she was an actual spy.
Layla:
Still works for Abstergo and still has a feud going on with Sofia Rikkins.
Kinda friends with Lucy and Daniel Cross, enjoys adding chaos to annoy Berg if she knows she can get away with (or make someone like Robert take the fall).
Likes to drink in Desmond’s bar (technically Arno’s) and always takes the “Desmond takes the wheel” option.
Okay, so these ones aren’t Assassins or Hidden Ones (officially) but I kinda felt bad leaving them out since I wrote about Bayek.
Kassandra
MMA fighter who came from a military family.
Had a falling out with her stepfather when she was young and she left. It’s not clear if she left on her own or if she was kicked out and she doesn’t like to talk about it.
She only talks to her younger brother although her mother is trying to mend broken bridges… it… isn’t really working… unfortunately.
Her brother is in the army per the traditions of their family and she always worries about him.
Eivor
Spokesperson for her foster brother and working to help out for his reelection at the moment.
Her passion is in poetry though (and drinking everyone under but that’s more of a pastime) and she’s working on compiling her poems into a book. Her poems are quite beautiful but tend to be on the side of trash-talking certain types of people.
It took months but the ravens/crows around the area of her home now recognize her and would leave trinkets as a thank you for always feeding them.
Note: not a lawyer so I’m not sure if damnum fatale can be used for Shay’s part but Imma wave my fanfic writer card.
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Did some Pathfinder builds for Remedy characters, which I've done before, but there's been a PF2e remaster and I wanted to do it for Saga too, so.... Saga as a psychic, Alan as an oracle, and Jesse as a summoner, up to level 5.
Saga Anderson, Psychic 5
Ancestry: Human, Heritage: Aphorite Aphorites were first forged by axiomites, the primary inhabitants of the Eternal City of Axis, the plane of pure law. The original aphorites served as liaisons between their lawful progenitors and frustratingly unpredictable mortal allies. Marrying the logical thought processes of conformity to law and the gift of self-determination, early aphorites spread across the Material Plane to serve as Axis's proxies and enact its will. Over time, their appearances and personalities grew to resemble their mortal comrades as they were increasingly born among mortals. Aphorites still exhibit Axis's touch in their metallic skin coated in crystalline dust, aptitude for logic, strength in artisanship, and propensity for order and cooperation. But despite these links to their purpose-built origins, contemporary aphorites are undoubtedly their own masters. Background: Detective You solved crimes as a police inspector or took jobs for wealthy clients as a private investigator. You might have become an adventurer as part of your next big mystery, but likely it was due to the consequences or aftermath of a prior case.
Attributes: Strength +1, Dexterity +2, Constitution +1, Intelligence +3, Wisdom +2, Charisma +4 Perception: +9; Low-Light Vision, Darkvision Skills: Acrobatics +9, Athletics +8, Deception +11, Diplomacy +11, Intimidation +11, Lore: Underworld +12, Medicine +9, Nature +9, Occultism +10, Society +10, Survival +9
AC: 19 (Unarmored); Fortitude: +8, Reflex: +11, Will: +11 HP: 43; Resistances: Mental 2 Speed: 25 ft. Ranged Weapon: Jezail, Air Repeater, Crossbow
Class: Psychic The mind can perceive truths hidden to fine-tuned instruments, house more secrets than any tome, and move objects and hearts more deftly than any lever. By delving into both the conscious and subconscious aspects of your inner self, you have awoken to the might of psychic magic, allowing you to cast spells not through incantations or gestures but by the power of your will alone. While the thin line between your mind and reality means that a single errant thought could have unintended consequences for yourself and your companions, you know that anything is possible, if you can imagine it. Conscious Mind: The Infinite Eye Conscious Mind Spells: Sure Strike, Augury, Organsight Psi Cantrips: Detect Magic, Guidance, Glimpse Weakness The true strength of the mind lies in the knowledge it contains, with each new observation contributing to the totality of its experiences. To grow your experiences—and with them, your power—you devote yourself to observing as much as possible, casting your senses through space and time with clairvoyance and precognition. Subconscious Mind: Emotional Acceptance Psyche Actions: Restore The Mind The mind's truths come not in learned words or mathematical formulas but in deeper feelings and sensations. Emotions unlock the door to your power—you might consider your heart the source of your strength, or you might find that the infinite complexity felt in a moment expresses your power more efficiently than any string of mystic words ever could. Your thought components are emotions. You might summon the sense of freedom to buoy you through the air or let fear grip your heart even as you plant it in another's mind. Emotion components tend to impart abstract or vivid effects to your visual and auditory spell manifestations as well as more intangible flashes of emotion, such as swirls of joyous color or a sense of growing melancholy.
Other Psychic Features Clarity of Focus, Precognitive Reflexes, Signature Spells, Unleash Psyche, Counter Thought, Mental Buffer
Occult Spells 3rd: Hypercognition 2nd: Clear Mind, Umbral Mindtheft 1st: Object Reading, Runic Weapon Cantrips: Infectious Enthusiasm, Read The Air, Wash Your Luck
Aphorite Feats: Lemma of Vision, Internal Cohesion General Feats: Weapon Proficiency Skill Feats: Cognitive Crossover, Eyes of the City, Streetwise
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Alan Wake, Oracle 5
Ancestry: Human, Heritage: Versatile Background: Artist Your art is your greatest passion, whatever form it takes. Adventuring might help you find inspiration, or simply be a way to survive until you become a world-famous artist.
Attributes: Strength +1, Dexterity +1, Constitution +2, Intelligence +3, Wisdom +2, Charisma +4 Perception: +9; Low-Light Vision Skills: Acrobatics +1, Arcana +10, Athletics +1, Crafting +12, Intimidation +11, Lore: Art +10, Nature +9, Occultism +12, Religion +9, Society +10, Stealth +8, Survival +9
AC: 18 (Unarmored); Fortitude: +9, Reflex: +8, Will: +11 HP: 58; Resistances: Physical 4 Speed: 25 ft. Ranged Weapon: Dragon Mouth Pistol, Double-Barreled Musket Melee Weapon: Stiletto Pen
Class: Oracle Your conduit to divine power eschews the traditional channels of prayer and servitude—you instead glean divine truths that extend beyond any single deity. You understand the great mysteries of the universe embodied in overarching concepts that transcend good and evil or chaos and law, whether because you perceive the common ground across multiple deities or circumvent their power entirely. You explore one of these mysteries and draw upon its power to cast miraculous spells, but that power comes with a terrible price: a curse that grows stronger the more you draw upon it. Your abilities are a double-edged sword, which you might uphold as an instrument of the divine or view as a curse from the gods. Mystery: Cosmos Celestial bodies great and small exert influence on you, giving you sublime cosmic power. Perhaps you see the glittering stars as a divine blessing, or perhaps you feel drawn to the infinitely dark spaces between. You might uphold deities like Desna, Sarenrae, or the deific lovers Shizuru and Tsukiyo who represent the sun and the moon—or you might draw power from dark entities from beyond the stars, like certain Outer Gods, or destructive gods of the night like Zon-Kuthon or the rat goddess Lao Shu Po. Mystery Benefit: Your body is as much an astronomical one as it is physical. You gain resistance equal to 2 + half your level against all physical damage. Mystery Cantrip: Dancing Lights; Revelation Spell: Spray of Stars Mystery Domain: Darkness; Domain Spell: Cloak of Shadow
Oracular Curse: Curse of the Sky's Call You have your head in the clouds—and not just figuratively. Your body is drawn toward the heavens, making you lighter and less substantial than you should be. Your eyes glow with starry light, and your hair and clothing float and drift around you. Minor Curse: Your unnatural lightness makes it hard to keep your footing and interact with other physical objects. You are enfeebled 1 and take a –2 penalty to saves and DCs against Grapple, Shove, and other forms of forced movement. Moderate Curse: Your body is drawn further skyward. You are enfeebled 2, and the penalty from your minor curse increases to –3. You are treated as one size smaller for wind effects. You gain a +2 status bonus against Trip attempts, you only take half as much damage from falls, and you gain the effects of the Powerful Leap and Quick Jump skill feats. You weigh only half as much, and your Bulk, should someone need to carry you, is also half as much. Major Curse: As your body rises, you float just above the ground beneath you. You become enfeebled 4, and the penalty from your minor curse increases to –4. You can walk on liquids as if they were solid; you gain the effects of the Cloud Jump skill feat; and you don't leave tracks, trigger weight-sensitive pressure plates, or otherwise connect with the ground below you.
Other Oracle Features Domain Acumen (Additional Domain: Moon, Domain Spell: Moonbeam), Glean Lore, Revelation Spells, Signature Spells
Divine Spells 3rd: Holy Light, Scrying Ripples 2nd: Radiant Field, Fear the Sun 1st: Breadcrumbs, Command, Bane Cantrips: Illuminate, Light, Message, Void Warp, Divine Lance
Human Feats: Gloomseer, Haughty Obstinacy General Feats: Fast Recovery, Weapon Proficiency Skill Feats: Arcane Sense, Magical Crafting, Specialty Crafting
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Jesse Faden, Summoner 5
Ancestry: Human, Heritage: Versatile Background: Otherworldly Mission You're called to serve a specific purpose—your deity told you so, and so it must be true. Maybe you grew up knowing all along, or maybe it came to you one day in a vision, clear as a bell and twice as loud. You have some task that only you can accomplish. You mission might be as dangerous as killing a deadly tyrant or as simple as opening a particular door on a particular day. Once per adventure, you can ask the voice you believe to be a deity for orders and get some kind of instruction—you never get any kind of explanation, simply a command to go somewhere or do something. Following those commands isn't always safe, but it's usually interesting.
Attributes: Strength +1, Dexterity +3, Constitution +1, Intelligence +2, Wisdom +2, Charisma +4 Perception: +11 (+2 initiative) Skills: Acrobatics +10, Arcana +9, Athletics +8, Crafting +9, Intimidation +11, Occultism +11, Religion +9, Society +9, Stealth +10, Survival +9
AC: 20 (Unarmored); Fortitude: +10, Reflex: +10, Will: +11 HP: 63; Speed: 30 ft. Ranged Weapon: Pepperbox
Class: Summoner You can magically beckon a powerful being called an eidolon to your side, serving as the mortal conduit that anchors it to the world. Whether your eidolon is a friend, a servant, or even a personal god, your connection to it marks you as extraordinary, shaping the course of your life dramatically. Focus Spells: Boost Eidolon, Evolution Surge Eidolon Type: Construct; Tradition: Arcane, Home Plane: Astral Plane Evolution Feat: Energy Heart; Energy Type: Sonic Your eidolon is a mental construct based on an astral thoughtform and given physical presence and life by its connection to you, its shape limited only by your imagination. Your eidolon's appearance and physical form vary based on your shared vision for its construction, from clockworks to stuffed dolls and everything between, and it's not uncommon for that appearance to change greatly as your construct gains evolutions. Because it arises from an astral entity, your construct is no mindless servitor, but a fully thinking being with its own ideas, goals, and even emotions. These entities are extremely diverse; while many construct eidolons come from a powerful symbiotic connection with astral denizens, just as many arise from the forgotten memories of ancient empires and craftworks drifting across the Silver Sea of the Astral Plane.
Other Summoner Features Act Together, Link Spells, Manifest Eidolon, Share Senses, Shared Vigilance, Unlimited Signature Spells, Meld Into Eidolon, Defend Summoner
Arcane Spells 3rd: Levitate, Haste 2nd: Telekinetic Maneuver, Dancing Shield, Fleet Step (Heightened +1) Cantrips: Telekinetic Projectile, Phase Bolt, Read Aura, Warp Step, Telekinetic Hand
Human Feats: Clever Improviser, General Training General Feats: Fleet, Incredible Initiative, Untrained Improvisation, Weapon Proficiency Skill Feats: Skill Training (Athletics), Streetwise
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I didn't do archetypes or multiclasses to keep it simple, but in the absence of 2e mythic adventures and origins (though they will be arriving soon), and since these babies are Very Special, I'd probably use it as a limited secondary leveling-up system with a bit more power (instead of archetype feats replacing class feats or alternating classes one level at at time).
Example:
If I did a multiclass for Saga, it would be Interrogation Investigator, and probably the Psychic Duelist archetype. Also, godlings are from 1e, but if the shoe fits....
If I did a multiclass for Alan, it would be Enigma Bard (less "people person" charisma and more "force of personality" charisma), and maybe with the Shadowdancer archetype as well (less "you choose the shadows" and more "the shadows choose you"). Or maybe even the Curse Maelstrom archetype...
If I did a multiclass for Jesse, it would be Spellshot Gunslinger, and then the Pactbinder or Living Vessel archetype (or both!) for sure.
Also: I need to finish QB for real before I do Jack, but I think he'd be another Oracle, for the Time Mystery, and Chronoskimmer or Time Mage for an archetype. Which means it's Oops All Charisma Classes so far.
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