#c: lancaster

[hellhunde]

GORETOBER DAY 13: Headache

Lancaster for the win <3 Wanted to do something with this concept for a while and i'm pretty happy with how it turned out!!

[bandtrees]

you worry me

[anonymous-cringe-y-art]

hello, its me, posting again.

[howlingday]

Have you seen the studio c sketch the doorstep can you do that with Lancaster?

...I have now.

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The Fool

Okay, okay. It's the end of the date. Here comes the doorstep. Don't panic. You practiced this a hundred times with your team. ...Oh no! It looks like he's heading straight for the door without saying good-night! Don't let it end here! Quickly! Throw a rock at him!

Ruby: (Picks up a rock)

Jaune: (Turns)

Ruby: (Throws it down the hall)

Cardin: OW!

No, no, wait, she's turning around. It's good. You're all good.

Jaune: Uh... Well, this is me.

Okay, now puff out your chest ever so slightly. You are strong. You did at least fifteen push-ups before this date, and you only blacked out for a second.

Jaune: I, uh, had a really nice time tonight, Ruby.

Yeah, you did~.

Jaune: We should definitely do this again sometime.

Oh, yeah! Mama's got game~!

Ruby: Yeah, that'd be cool!

Jaune: Yeah. And maybe we could bring your sister along for a double?

I knew you were after my sister, you slanderous scabbard!

Ruby: Oh, that's not a bad idea. But she already has this thing. She's... dying.

Jaune: O-Oh! I'm sorry to hear that.

Why are you lying?! Quick! Change the subject! Now!

Ruby: So I see dust prices have gone up. That inflation, am I right?

Jaune: Er... Yeah...

Oh my god, he's playing with his keys, just like in that one movie, Hook-Up! Wilt Smithy said that means he wants to kiss you- Wait, or is that only for Faunus girls? ...Oh, what luck! His hair is covering his eye! Gently brush it out of the way.

Jaune: (Blushing, Smiles)

You're as smooth as imported silk, Eagle Eye~. ...Man, I wish people would call me Eagle-Eye! Whatever. Now lean in slowly. ...Oh no, I didn't check my breath before doing this! Back out! Back out! So slow, though, that he doesn't even notice.

Jaune: (Awkwardly shifts)

Nice work, Double E~. ...ACK! Why are there more people at the door?! This is so awkward, I don't know what to do with my hands!

Ruby: (Latches hands to opposite shoulders)

Yeah. This feels natural~.

Ren: ...Good evening, Jaune.

Jaune: Hey, Ren. Nora. Getting back from your date?

Nora: Yeah! (Menacing aura) ISN'T IT JUST SO AWESOME THAT WE JUST SHOWED UP AT THE EXACT. SAME. TIME?

Ooooooh, I am not moving! If she thinks she can edge me out of my good night, she is wrong! Look her in the eyes!

Nora: (Glaring at Ruby)

Ruby: (Glaring at Nora)

Ruby + Nora: (Look away)

Yeah... That's what I thought.

Nora: (Opens arms) I had a great time, Ren~!

Ren: (Extends shake) As did I.

Nora: ...

Ren: ...

Ren: (Pats Nora's head)

Loser.

Ruby: (Extends shake) Good night, Ren.

Ren: (Shakes hand) Good night. (Pass Ruby) We'll meet you inside, Jaune. (Walks inside)

Jaune: (Watches Nora slump behind) Sorry about that, Ruby.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. We're back in business!

Jaune: O-Oh!

Good! Hold the eye contact! Offer him a sincere compliment! Tell him you like his...

Ruby: I like your...

...Say something. Oh, please, say something! Compliment his shoes- Oof! Nevermind! Just say something!

Ruby: ...enthal. I like... Yuri Lowenthal... as an actor.

You... are an idiot.

Jaune: Oh, so do I! I especially love his work as Ben 10 in Alien Force!

Nevermind~! Cue the Final Fantasy victory! Dadada da da da dadada! Boolooloo...

Ruby: (Smoothly makes FF victory poses)

Jaune: (Standing awkwardly to the side)

Wait, is he still talking?!

Ruby: ...

Jaune: Did you..?

Ruby: ...Yeeees?

Jaune: Huh... You're an interesting girl, Ruby.

Interesting good or interesting as in "You belong in the nuthouse"? AGH! I can't take it anymore! Just kiss him! Now! Force eye contact!

Jaune: A-Ah!

Good! Now slowly close in on him. Corner him like you're stalking a rat- No, a sleeping baby- No! That's even worse! That is multiple levels of wrong! Oh, what is wrong with me today?! I can't feel my legs and- Yup, you're blacking out again.

Jaune: (Catches Ruby as she falls on him) Oh... geez...

[evcrlasting]

Closed starter for @wintcrstcrfall | based on plot

His affection for the woman in front of him was full of many things and frustration at the moment was sitting at the top. How many times could Scarlett piss him off before he quit. Unfortunately, and maybe she knew but he had no plans to quit yet. Though the more they interacted, the more he wondered if he needed her daddy's money. His bank account liked it but damn his morals felt shot at times. Khaled knocked on her door, "ready to go?"

[ruleof3bobby]

BRUTE FORCE (1947) Grade: B

Really good action film for 1947. It's film-noir, but for 1947, they had to have wide eyes while watching Burt Lancaster be an amazing lead. The composition was also classic golden age Hollywood, love the depth and camera movements.

[watchyourstepnovel]

the antagonists

[moviesinfocus]

Behind The Scenes: Clint Eastwood & Don Siegel On The Set Of 1971's DIRTY HARRY

Director Don Siegel‘s 1971 cop thriller, Dirty Harry has now become an iconic slice of cinema and it set the template for loose cannon detective movies. Starring Clint Eastwood, the film sees SFPD Inspector ‘Dirty’ Harry Callahan on the hunt for Scorpio (Andy Robinson), a killer who is stalking the streets of San Francisco. The plot was loosely inspired by the real-life Zodiac killings which took…

[wintcrstcrfall]

@goinbacktoeden sent "So, what was your childhood like?" ( wyatt & scarlett )

Scarlett was caught off guard - yet again - by his inquiry. She was sitting on the back porch of Wyatt's place, the evening wind gently moving around her, slowly erasing the heat of the day. The woman turned her face towards him, then shrugged. "Loud. And lonely." It was the best way to describe it, without giving too much away. "I don't have siblings, so it was all me and my family. But lemme guess, you're the opposite, right? All fun and games and endless horizons?"

[omarwolaeth]

Every so often I think of Duellists of the Roses, and how the White Rose of York gets to go home, but the Red Rose of Lancaster does not

[hellhunde]

[ghostwritcr]

a sigh leaves his lips at her resistance , but his smirk is still very much there . truth is he loves the challenge --- and loves even more watching desire and morality fight inside her mind . ' yeah , i think so . ' he chuckles , shoulders dropping as he brings it up ' she knows how much i value my career --- i'll just say i'm busy with school and the internship and she'll leave me alone . y'know as long as she got me as her date to those boring events of hers , she won't bother . ' eyes roll at her words aiming him like rocks thrown , having him bite his inner cheeks not to let his smirk grow . but he's only so strong --- and knows she too --- , as he taunts further ' no need to be jealous , you know damn well it's gonna be you i'll be thinking about , don't you ? ' --- ' or we make it a threesome . ' shamelessly adds , half kidding , half not . his hands caress down her shoulders , sneaking into a hold of her waist to keep her close , his voice lowers ' it's not that simple and you know it ... that big firm i've got the internship at ? it's her uncle's --- if i end things with her , i'll be kissing that bye-bye . my career will be over before it even begins , bridget . ' couldn't really beat the selfishness allegations , but at least he was being honest .

"  no  --  stop  this  --  i'm  serious  !  "  stomachaches  at  the  way  he  taunts  her  ,  the  way  it  was  so  easy  to  fall  for  his  charms  .  the  way  he  made  doing  wrong  things  extremely  sexy  was  difficult;  making  her  feel  even  worst  about  the  fact  that  she  can't  get  it  out  of  her  mind...  craves  his  touches  when  she  wasn't  supposed  to  .  "  excuses  not  to  see  you  ?  you  really  think  she'll  be  dumb  enough  to  go  for  that  ?  "  doubtfulness  washes  within,  arms  crossed  over  her  chest  trying  to  convince  the  both  of  them  that  continuing  on  would  only  lead  to  trouble  .  things  that  she  wanted  to  avoid  the  best  that  she  could  ,  yet  maybe  crossing  that  path  already  caused  enough  trouble  for  her  .  "  and  what  ?  you're  still  going  to  come  over  ,  kiss  her  up  ;  fuck  her  real  nice  like  you're  not  fucking  me  back  at  your  place  ?  "  scoffs  at  the  thought  ,  though  she  was  more  so  sick  at  the  feeling  of  him  becoming  intimate  with  her  best  friend  during  the  same  time  as  her  .  seeing  how  he  invades  her  space  once  again  ,  nose  crinkles  --  soft  sigh  escapes  her  lips  .  finger  tilting  her  chin  up  causes  stomach  to  flutter,  dampness  already  pooling  between  her  legs  at  words  .  "  as  much  as  i  enjoy  you  being  buried  between  my  thighs  ,  i'd  rather  not  be  in  the  middle  of  it  .  .  .  you  could  very  much  end  things  would  her  ,  but  you  won't  do  that  would  you  ?  because  you're  selfish  and  want  both  of  us  .  "

[modernelites-if]

Modern Elites is a 18+ raunchy slice-of-life IF that follows you, a young royal, navigating the world of the obscenely rich and immensely famous while trying to keep your elite, royal family together in the midst of drama and tabloids.

Setting: modern times, fictional tiny country of Selusa, New York, Paris and more.

Genre: slice-of-life, drama, romance

Celebrity. Pop Culture Icon. Heir.

Royal.

As the heir to the Selusan throne, you're known by many names. Growing under the spotlight hasn't been easy, especially since it seems the vultures all want a piece of your elusive family. Country clubs, yachts, parties, private jets, elite schools, you've had it all.

But is there something missing?

Customize your heir from appearance to gender identity to personality. Dictate what kind of person they are: rebellious, dutiful. Do they care about the royal line or are parties more on their mind? Will you keep a squeaky clean rep or ruin the family name?

Customize Salusa and cater the country to your taste.

Dictate what kind of leader you want to be, and how others percieve you.

Experience the life of the hidden .01% and the drama of the ultra wealthy.

Engage in fiery, dramatic romances that could either uplift or ruin you and your family.

and more to come.

THE ADVISOR

Imogen/Ian Lancaster [f/m]- your family's advisor and publicist. I has cleaned up every mess, every leak, every scandal and at this point, there are no secrets between your family and them. Coming from a well-off family themselves, they know exactly how this world works...and they navigate it with a steel will and a cold, detached demeanor. I has you handled like an adult with a child, trying (and probably failing) to keep you in line. Anything you do will go through them, so it's better to think twice.

THE BETROTHED

Everett/Eva St. Clare [m/f] - the eldest of one of the most influential businessmen on your side of the world, black sheep, and a source of gossip in polite society, there have been talks of a betrothal between you two since the partnership started. Because of that, you two are forced into a fake romance for the cameras. E is an arrogant and brash casanova, sex-obsessed, and is proudly noncommital with string of rumors that follow them like their own entourage. Unfortunately for you, E's exploits can damage the carefully constructed facade you two have built. Of course, E doesn't give a damn.

THE REBEL

Vince/Vivian De Grasso [m/f] - (secretly) fresh out of jail and newly reformed (not) V's politician of a mother has asked in a favor from your family: to reform them and stifle their rebellious ways by adding them to your security detail. Your father having a soft spot for the kid, brings them in as one of your guards. Hopefully V keeps in line...or not.

THE COMMONER

Cordelia/Corden Bowen [f/m]- an employee at the country club you frequent, someone less polite would call them a 'nobody.' C has a bit of an attitude, but that's expected from someone who is used to getting berated by rich people all day. There's not much else to say about them...or maybe there is?

THE JOURNALIST

Romi Marshall [m/f]- a famed journalist with contempt for royalty and elitism. Their newsletters frequently slam you and your family's every move, and they don't like you one bit. You can confidently say they're your biggest hater.

THE ROYAL BEST FRIEND

Oliver/Olivia Ames-Astor [m/f]- a fellow prince/princess from another country and your best friend, who is still hung up on their ex. Forced to betroth someone else, O has so many problems you can hardly sort through them. Still, they're kind and as polite as you'd expect from a person who has had etiquette lessons drilled into them since childhood. They're also your best friend, so there's that.

[herpsandbirds]

Any chance of getting an ID on these little guys? Seen in Lancaster County VA.

BOX TURTLES

Yes, these are both female (yellow eyes and laying eggs) Eastern Box Turtles (Terrapene c. carolina), family Emydidae

[teletubbyinlipstick]

DogWood Tree

Artemis. R.

“Only do what your heart tells you” - Princess Diana

(18+ for themes of assault. MINORS DNI! You are responsible for the media you consume. You have been warned.)

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You were new to the BAU, having only been fresh out of the academy for 5 months, and an official “intern agent” for 3. It was understandable that you'd have hiccups along the way.

Yes, you had the badge, the gun, and the FBI vest you so dearly loved, but they considered you an “Intern Agent” as sort of a preliminary to see how you do with the team. See If you integrate well and adapt to a new habitat. Of course, you were allowed on cases. However, you always had to have a Supervisory Special Agent with you.

In all fairness, you were the youngest. Sometimes you need a guiding hand, not in a babying way-as you are 23 years old with a sound mind and job- but more of a young doe, wide eyed and eager to please.

Eager to impress.

Hotch and Rossi pinpointed that in you the second you walked in for an interview. Nervously playing with your rings, flushed cheeks, and every couple minutes, you'd tuck strands of hair behind your ear. It was sweet, so young and open. Could you really blame them for their instincts? They instantly took a protectiveness over you, treating you like family, almost like a daughter.

Not to mention how sweet the others are, adored with your youth and energy. Penelope gave you stuffed animals upon accidentally learning of your ever growing collection. JJ and Luke somehow memorized your coffee order immediately, and since you tended to show up 40 minutes after everyone, the two often took turns bringing you coffee.

Emily and Morgan were definitely your big brother/sister; they teased you relentlessly, ruffling your hair during training or round table meetings. Being the youngest was something they loved to tease you about. Arguing over who gets to “babysit” first. Morgan likes to hold your badge out of reach and giggle like a psycho when you inevitably climb a chair to reach it. Although the look on his face when Hotch scolds him for teasing is so worth the irritation.

The only one you couldn't quite figure out was Reid.

Spencer Reid.

An anomaly like no other, a mystery by any other name. The man doesn't say much to you outside of work. He's very warm, open, to the others, but he shuts down a bit when it comes to you. In fact, you can count on one hand the conversations you two have shared that didn't involve work. Those moments are beautiful, the soft giggles and his lips quirking up as he gazes at you with something you can't quite put your finger on.

They never last long enough for you to decipher. You can tell when he comes to himself a sudden, sharp, intake of breath before he tenses clears his throat and makes a beeline for the opposite end of the room. It's a bitter end to the brief sweetness.

You've tried to soothe the burn of whatever scorn you've caused from him, bringing him ginseng honey tea because JJ said it was his favorite. Only for him to smile strainly and leave the cup full at the top of his desk…so maybe he's weird about people touching his food and drinks…that's okay! Generosity comes in many forms, so next you tried holding a door open for him and quickly never did it again because the look he gave you made you want to crawl into a closet and rot.

It seems whatever kind favor you do for him irritates him greatly time and time again. It's exhausting and you can't imagine what you've done to warrant such…animosity. You were determined to please. To get to the bottom of this.

You were nothing if not stubborn!

Currently, the team and you are in Lancaster, Pennsylvania. Having been flown out the night prior for 4 missing women reports, 2 bodies showed up downstream a river right outside a camp ground. All young, early 20s, camp counselors.

Upon landing Rossi and you were paired and sent to the camp, specifically the cluster of cabins where two of the women bunked together. In the car you both bounced theories back and forth a major one being he was a camp counselor who was rejected/humiliated by other counselors. Perhaps he was a grounds keeper, a sudden stressor has him reacting.

Rossi heads towards the front office intent on having a looj at the files. You trek on to the first cabin, Rebekah Daniel's was the first to go missing. The door was taped off caution signs covering the blood and dirt stains across the porch.

Entering the place was foul, it smelled of something awful and it was throughly trashed. A clear sign of a struggle. You do a swoop of the room where you find a snapped necklace caught under a window pane. Possibly where he had dragged them out.

Hotch calls not long after Rossi and you meet back up. Stating him and Reid might have a more defined geographical location of the unsub. You both conducted interviews with the other campers, splitting them into groups before dwindling down to one on one.

It unfortunately didn't bring much to light, so, heading back to the station you give Rossi and run through of what you found. He squeezes your shoulder, a proud grin on his face. Giving you a "good job, kid." For the effort.

It was time for the second update on JJ and Emily as they interviewed the girl's families. Something felt off the rest of the night. You couldn't pinpoint what exactly, but you were on edge and frustrated with how the interviews had gone…you're missing something. You just know it.

Now, technically you weren’t allowed to get on crime scene sites without a Supervisory Agent with you…but you had a random stroke of luck when remembering the writings on the bathroom stalls out near the campground you and Rossi had Investigated hours prior. So, really, who could blame you?

And that's exactly how you ended up running through the woods in nothing but sweatpants, sneakers, and a baggy t-shirt. It was almost 2am, your phone was gone, your jacket was gone, and most of your dignity was also gone. When you arrived, it was quiet, settled, and you were quick in getting to the stalls and snapping photos of the writing. Intending to study them at the hotel rather than in the woods…in the middle of the night. So imagine your surprise when your full force body slammed into the wall, ears ringing as a boot stomps onto your stomach. You have enough sense to latch on the leg the second time it comes down and use it as leverage to kick up into the man's groin. Scrambling up and over him crashing through the bathroom door frantically dialing Morgan's number.

You can hear him behind you. A snarl sound coming from his throat as he chases, It's predator and prey. Morgan picks up on the 4th ring.

“Yo, this better be good, kid.”

Barely managing a sharp squeal/wail when you're tackled again, phone flying from your grasp. Not hearing the frantic tone of Morgan calling your name. The man - who you now know is the unsub - grabs a fist full of your hair, his hand as big as your head as he shoves your face against the rough dirt and rocks.

“What a sweet little lamb you are. What're you doing all by your lonesome?” his voice was gravely, almost ill sounding, and you cried till your voice was hoarse struggling under him. A horrible sound of a zipper has you tensing, your left arm frees with his sudden pressure change. And you take that opportunity to pull your arm back, then snap it against the unsubs nose, and you can hear the sickening crunch of cartilage and bone. It's pitch black, and you don't notice the steep drop both you and the unsub come close to. Desperate to live and running on animal instincts, you use another pushing point on his outer thigh to create distance. You're up and on your feet, balancing on your left leg to deliver a swift kick to the head with your right when the unsub gets to his knees. motherfuckers got perseverance.

A brief glint catches the moonlight, and your eyes widen. Oh fuck.

He's got a gun.

Your delay was your downfall. In your sudden pause, it gave the unsub enough time to aim and fire. The bullet takes home in your shoulder, stumbling back, almost dazed as the ground gives way, and you plummet down a steep hill.

Oh god...

The team is gonna kill me.

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This is nothing but one big rough draft I edited where I could, but yeah, it's not meant to be perfect. I hope you enjoyed it tho! Please feel free to give advice or point out any errors! I have a whole story in my mind, I'm negl. I don't know if I'll continue it, but imma try because I have a huge idea where it goes next so....maybe expect? I'll update more if anything changes.

[wintcrstcrfall]

Scarlett's work was coming nicely to an end, the shoots and interviews almost completely done. She had planned for a few days off for her team and her once all work was done, so they still had that, but other than that, the work back home was slowly piling up and she needed to get back to reality. Not that ever since that first time she'd met Nathan their paths had crossed again, even when she tried to convince herself that conveniently dropping back at the same market a few times during her mornings was totally random. But his handsome face wasn't in the crowd, instead a few times she saw a woman standing in the place where he had been, but Scarlett never made the decision to approach her. She just pretended to be interested in the fruits more rather the man that had captivated her thoughts.

It was only when the time ticked away and she hadn't seen him once did the worry started to gnaw at her from the inside. It was a stupid, useless feeling. She had never felt something so ridiculous towards a total stranger, but her mind refused to reason. Even her team noticed that sometimes she tended to be a little more distracted and she had to bark out clipped orders, so they would cut it off. But despite being intimidated by the way Nathan had made her feel, despite being uncertain that first time in sharing more, now she needed to see him at least once more before leaving. So approaching the woman at the stall it was. As it turned, that was his mother and something in the tone of her voice told Scarlett that something bad had happened. She didn't feel comfortable imposing on his life, but the selfish part of her led her feet the morning she decided to visit the stream. Her eyes saw him from afar, even if she was a little occupied by swatting a few bugs from flying in front of her eyes. Ah, the things she did for that man. "Nathan?", voice calling out to him, the redhead stopped at a little distance, not sure if he even wanted her company. "Your mother told me I could find you here. You're not hiding from me, are you?" Her tone was teasing and light, so she hoped to elicit a smile out of him, but something was truly wrong, because he looked sad. It worried her. "What happened?"

nathan watched scarlett with an amused curiosity as she stood there, a momentary hesitation in her eyes. the easy energy between them was undeniable, a kind of connection that felt both natural and intense. it was something he hadn’t expected to encounter here, in the quiet countryside, and it seemed she hadn't either. her comment about coming back was a pleasant surprise, despite the slight unease it seemed to mask. her words sounded almost like a promise. nathan could see there was more behind her eyes, a careful contemplation, but he didn’t press. it was clear that scarlett was grappling with something internally, and he respected her need for space. when he introduced himself, he noticed her pause, the smile on her face momentarily freezing as if she was weighing her next move carefully. he held his breath for a second, wondering if she’d pull away, but then she reached out, her hand warm and soft against his calloused palm. he smiled, nodding slowly, understanding that this encounter was as unexpected for her as it was for him. "well, scarlett," nathan said, letting her name roll off his tongue, "i'd like that. hopefully, our paths cross again soon." whether scarlett had returned or not, nathan did not know. in the following days, he didn’t tend to the stand. his attention was consumed by the dog that had bounded up to her not long ago, seeking affection. he had fallen ill, and nathan devoted himself to caring for him, hoping he could nurse him back to health. despite his best efforts, nothing seemed to work. he spent countless hours by his side, trying every remedy he could think of, but his condition only worsened. it was a painful, helpless feeling, watching him grow weaker with each passing day. the joy and energy he once brought to the farm were replaced by a heavy, sorrowful silence. the day came when nathan had to say goodbye. if scarlett did return, she would be greeted by his mother, who has always been a pillar of strength and warmth in their family. his mother would recognize the curiosity and perhaps concern in scarlett's eyes as she asked about him. with her gentle smile, she would explain, "nathan’s been spending his days down by the stream in the forest." he often retreated to the stream in times of need. there was something about the flowing water, the rustling leaves, and the solitude of the forest that offered solace and clarity. it was a place where he could gather his thoughts and find some peace, especially after the loss of rusty. down by the stream, he found himself reflecting on the fleeting encounter with scarlett. her presence had stirred something in him, something that felt like possibility and connection. he wondered if she had returned, if she had thought about him as much as he had thought about her.