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[imjustanauthor]

🌲 Sleeping bag / for Fish & Charlie in the PJO AU @imprvdente

There Was Only One Bed Variants

"Remind me why we only have one sleeping bag?" Charlie asked, rubbing his head as he stared down at the item in question with a bewildered expression. He swore they'd packed two. Was he imagining it, or had they lost one somewhere? And if they'd lost one, where was it now?

Did it even matter? If they had had a second sleeping bag at one point, it was presumably long gone now, therefore the more important question was what they were going to do now.

They could sleep in shifts? Was that a good idea? No... No, it probably wasn't. Then they'd have to spend twice as long resting.

"Um. Well, is it going to be cold tonight? We could share, but..."

But that would be bit awkward, wouldn't it? Especially considering that it was definitely sized with a single person in mind!

[imjustanauthor]

"Oh. Um..."

She was right out of the gate with the tricky questions, it seemed. Questions about favourites and preferences could be difficult for Charlie. He'd spent a lifetime being one person, only to have it all change in the blink of an eye. Now, his prior preferences had been wiped away, replaced with... Well, that was the question, wasn't it?

Charlie didn't really read anymore. He could still read, obviously, but he didn't really enjoy it. It could be a struggle to focus, and he often found himself forgetting what had happened on the prior page. The whole process had become frustrating, and even if he looked past that, when was the last time he had read for fun before the injury? Sure, he'd done it in his youth, but he had been far too busy for a lot of his adult life.

"I don't know," Charlie admitted after a short pause. He didn't explain why he didn't know, nor did he offer any potential answers. Instead, all he did was shrug and smile like nothing was wrong.

"What would your book be?"

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐄 & 𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐇 @imjustanauthor

Fish beamed happily at Charlie, trusting he would indeed sort it all out. She liked organising most things herself, but then again she hadn't taken a vacation in years, so she clearly wasn't good at organising things. Or taking vacation. "Deal," she replied, settling comfortably into her seat.

She looked into her binoculars, but there was no movement outside. The night was going to be long, but Fish didn't really mind. She was having a good time on her date, as unusual as it was.

"We can do that," she hummed playfully, putting the binoculars back on her thighs. "I'll go first. What would be your desert island book? If you could only bring one book to a deserted island, you know? Which one would it be?"

[charlie-baxter]

trans orc boyfriend whose strong hips can support a huge squirting strap

on the bedside table, he's already laid out syringes of cumlube, so you know how much is going to be emptied inside of your hole, how much you're going to get filled up

he's slow to begin with, pushing inside you softly and gentle, stretching you out. once he's inside you to the base, he just stays there a while, lets you get used to the feeling of being filled up

when he starts to move, that's slow too, to begin with. he puts his fingers in your mouth as you whimper, whispers in your ear about how proud he is of you for taking the whole thing

and it's then he starts to move faster, quicker, harder, pushing inside you with that thick silicone cock. you can see your belly bulge, can feel the sweat dripping from his brow as he pounds into you

you're moaning, begging for him to come in you. he grins, flashing those sharp tusks, and reaches across for one of the syringes. he pushes it the moment it's hooked up to the tubing, and you feel your hole flooded with cum

and that's just one syringe. there's four more to go

[rillette]

charles "charlie" vicker reading guide. please im begging you. hello can anyone hear me its so cold out here. hello

[imjustanauthor]

@livedtough @ Sebastian

Since returning to work, a large part of Charlie's job had become chasing loose ends in the hope that he could discover something - anything - new. As grateful as he was to have his job back, being restricted to cold cases was far from the career he had been aiming for, and he was already keen to get back on track. That wasn't a problem, though. All he needed was one big break, right? He just needed to crack one big case, and then everybody would realise that he was still as capable as he'd ever been.

Considering that, it was easily to see why he'd been gravitating towards the bigger cold cases. Charlie could justify it to his superiors as the more victims there were, the more likely it was that he could find remaining evidence, but the reality was that he was hoping to solve as big a case as possible. He couldn't tell anybody this, of course. Even if they didn't think it selfish, they may start questioning his work - deciding it was shoddily done with weak connections made in the name of trying to make a name for himself again. That wasn't the case, though. Charlie had been linking together a series of missing persons cases under the assumption they were actually homicides, and he was damn sure that he was onto something!

However, as convinced as he was about his work, he couldn't deny that he had hit a dead end - or, that was, he had thought he had. Just as he'd been about to take a break and focus on something else, Charlie had thought to check online for any other potential cases that matched with his own. The True Crime community was both a blessing and a curse, getting in the way of a lot of real detective work, but also bringing to light a lot of information that would have previously gone ignored, and to cut a long story short, after finding what he thought to be some links in the US, he'd managed to track down the details of a private detective that had been involved.

It was a stroke of luck, really, that the man had moved to the UK. It could have been a coincidence too far, and Charlie wasn't about to rule out the possibility that perhaps the move had been connected to the disappearances. The move was recent, unlikely the UK cases, but what if he'd had a partner? What if... Well, there were a lot of what ifs, weren't there? And for now, Charlie was willing to give the man the benefit of the doubt.

Having found an address for the guy's new office, he decided to pay him a visit. Best to ask him any questions in person, right? Charlie politely knocked on the door before promptly deciding to just go in.

"Hey," he asked, "are you Sebastian Mendoza? I'm hoping to ask him some questions." As if it explained anything, he took out his police ID and showed it.

[imjustanauthor]

She was completely correct about the tendency for cases to be rushed when others were considered more important. In fact, even the important ones had their problems, usually because those in charge were so eager to prove themselves that they forgot that they needed to be absolutely certain they had the right answer before they began ignoring any other possibilities. Even Charlie had been caught up in that mindset from time to time, though he prided himself on never allowing himself to completely lose sight of the bigger picture.

He watched with barely concealed interest as the other confirmed it was the correct file and began to look through it. This was exciting. Obviously it was also tragic, just as it was also concerning, but Charlie could sense the rapidly increasing possibility that this matter was about to work very well in his favour.

That suspicious was quickly confirmed when DSU Gibson asked if he would assist on the case. "Yes," Charlie replied without a single faction of a second of hesitation. "Yes, and I can start as soon as you want me. Nothing else I am currently working on has any fresh leads."

As much as he hated to think along such lines, without any new leads and therefore the unlikely chance of actually getting anywhere with what he had been given, the other cold cases wouldn't see any consequences if he were to leave them for, well, however long it took to solve this new one.

Stella watched Charlie as he looked at the file, studying his reactions, how he took every detail in. She was well aware of who Charlie had been before life had sent him on this different but no less important path, and was confident that his skills and experience would allow him to read into the case with the required insight.

"I'm glad you agree," she replied neutrally, waiting as he looked for the cold case she had asked for, the one which he had also concluded was connected to her current, ongoing investigation. Though she was of the opinion that perhaps his filing system wasn't so easily navigated, or else there were far more cold cases than one man could possibly handle.

"I find that often when there is a rush for a case to be solved, there are officers that have a tendency to be less than thorough. Corners can also be cut when a case becomes less desirable in the face of a more...high-profile case." It was the kind of politics and self-service that could be rife within the Metropolitan Police, and Stella found it extremely distasteful as well as counter-intuitive to the job.

Taking the eventually recovered file from him, Stella flipped open the folder in order to look at the details.

"Yes, this is the one..." she half-murmured to him, her focus still primarily on the file as she read every factor, and also everything that was absent. It was undeniable that this case was linked, that this might have been the killer's first victim, which meant it was mostly likely someone he knew. It was also undeniable that the case had been less than thorough.

"I don't mean to prey upon your time with your other cases, but I wonder if you might assist?" She asked. "On our team. Your knowledge of this cold case might be useful."

[charlie-baxter]

monster/human, but fisting

huge orc woman with the strong hands of a warrior, who slowly works you up finger by finger into taking her whole hand

slime boyfriend, who's soft and jelly-like and pliable as you fit more and more of your fist into him, and who oozes around your fingers when he comes, squeezing and squirting around you

centaur fuckbuddy, who's never really enjoyed bottoming for a human before because he's never felt properly stretched out, moaning and gasping as you go elbow deep inside his hole, maybe even with both hands

werewolf girl who calls the widest part of your hand your knot, who whimpers as you slowly work her up, telling her how you're going to stretch her pussy out and fill her up, and how good it's going to feel

[charliemack]

I would just like to point out, when it comes to that 3rd act bit with the photocopier in Conclave -

Lawrence isn't Regina George in that moment.

Sister Agnes, who knows how to work that photocopier with masterful skill, is Regina George in that moment

[altocat]

Charlie was legit on death's door last year and now she is not only still here to ruthlessly snuggle against me all night long, but she has also taken to parkouring off the side of the mattress and physically jump-kicking the bed out of place. Just for fun.

.........This stupid cat is the only thing keeping me alive I stg

[rillette]

anyways back to charlieposting

[imjustanauthor]

“I figured you wouldn’t have the time, so I went and picked up lunch for you.” - Moriarty for Charlie

coworkers to lovers prompts ˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍊 ꒱

Charlie honestly couldn't get his head around why Sherlock Holmes disliked Professor Moriarty. The man was supposed to be a genius, right? Well, for such a smart guy, he was clearly a terrible judge of character, because the professor had never been anything but polite and helpful from Charlie's point of view!

Having remembered the other man mentioning an interest in consulting on cases, Charlie had been keeping him in mind whenever he came across something in his stack of unsolved cases that might require a mathematician. Unfortunately, he hadn't found anything like that - but he had found a series of murders that seemed to have some sort of pattern to them! His hope was that Moriarty could do something with numbers to help determine what exactly that pattern was.

Considering the rivalry with Holmes, it had seemed wise not to meet at the Yard. Instead, Charlie had gone to Moriarty, meeting the professor in his office.

"Oh, thank you. Yeah, I didn't have time to grab anything at the train station. Nearly missed my connection!" Charlie replied with a smile as he took the sandwiches that had been offered to him. In return, he then handed Moriarty a rather thick case file.

"These are the documents I mentioned on the phone. The original investigations didn't suspect anything, but I reckon they're all connected. I thought you could have a look and see if there's any kind of mathematical logic to the pattern?"

[charlie-baxter]

Your transmasc incubus boyfriend explained it to you on your third date — he feeds not just on the moment where desire climaxes, but on the build. He feeds on the energy of blushing cheeks, of fidgeting hands, of fluttering heartbeats. He feeds on the slow and the sensuous, on the tightening knot of tension.

That’s why he insisted the two of you went out to choose gear together. Why — when he tries different harnesses on over his underwear in the fitting room — he makes sure to ask you what you think. He barely hold back the chuckle as he sees your face flush warm and dark as you look at him try on a harness in thick black rubber, and then one in soft red leather.

When the two of you look at toys to put in your chosen harness, he’s bent over the display case until his mouth is right next to your cheek. His breath is hellfire warm against your skin when he speaks, gently running his finger against the smooth silicone of the display models.

“Imagine how good this would feel,” he says. “Look at that curve, think about how good it’d feel pressing up against that spot inside you. Think about how much you’d squirm underneath me."

He's so close that it would be the easiest thing in the world for him to just lean forward and press his lips to you. And fuck, you wish he would. You want him to kiss you more than anything else in the world.

He smirks, all sharp teeth, like he knows exactly what he's doing. "Would you whimper for me, pet? Beg for my claws in your skin and my cock in your hole?”

It takes all you have not to whimper then, never mind when he’s on top of you. You can’t help but imagine it — that long tongue in your mouth, his sharp teeth on your neck, his long forked tail swaying for balance as he pounds into you…

"I'll beg," you hear yourself saying, a gentle tease in your voice. "If you can make me."

[charliemack]

ok as promised, i watched conclave

wrote down my thoughts and impressions as I went, live-blog style except i was blogging at myself

posted here for those who might care to see them, but below a readmore as it got a bit long. and, em. emotional

please know, i don't need answers to the questions I've made notes of here I already googled them. Also be warned, I never learned to spell and I'm not about to start now

oh dip john lithgow is in this, that bodes well /s

(look up the fancy papal ring)

There's angels in the walls

those glasses are doing nothing for StanTucc, gotta turn down the sexy somehow i suppose

(look up vatican death face keenex)

ok yeah a dude from the terror directed this, it's got pomp frotting all up against bruising mundanity. wax seal interposed with squeaky gurney wheel. good stuff

the heartbeat sound of the gurney clicking back and forth in the back of the ambulance SOMEBODY ISN'T FULLY DEAD YET somebody's getting ready to haunt the narrativvvvve

i will never not be obsessed with ancient institutions having to adapt to modern technology. Updating the security so they can't eavesdrop via lasers against the glass? Nuns on a motorcoach? Cardinals with wheeled luggage? Pile of '00s desk phones on terra cotta tiles? Cardinal with a bright red phone case?? Spectacular (I accept this is an American affectation, we have comparatively few ancient things here and our institutions tend to update themselves very very quickly)

Eminence Tedesco can slap my impudent hands any time he likes

ok yeah a dude from the terror directed this because it's black, white, red, and gold where the terror was black, white, navy, and gold

Oop here we go, intrigue starting

I'm sorry the travertine floors are gorgeous and I want them

LOL nuns in a commercial kitchen. magnificent

Oh ho ho the lost heir emerges, the tropes are hungry

(look up in pectore)

Hello Mr Lost Heir i mean Surprise Cardinal Benitez sir you have beautiful hands

Oop he praised the nuns, he's going to do very well

Oh WOW 25 minutes in and we got our first racism (or at least the first one I picked up on) 😬

Bellini: "I don't want the papacy" mmmm sure Jan

Lawrence the code switcher, speaking italian, speaking latin, calling Tremblay "Joe" - gotta respect it

There are wings in those walls

The fucking .... what is that, a Nespresso? Wild

Goodness but the set design on the dormitory here. I've been in meat lockers that were more hospitable

Well hello close-up silhouette shot. Trying not to make a theme of it but it's very clear the guy who did this also did the terror

Ralph Fiennes' eyes are doing so much heavy lifting here they should get second billing in the credits

The repetition of the ornate costumes such that the finery gets lost and we're left with a background texture that is also living people. Not to belabor the point but yeah a dude from the terror directed this

"Let me speak for the heart for a moment" -> me and everyone else in that room: this guy would be a really good pope probably

I am really impressed that all these red capes and hats are the same red, modern technology is a miracle

Normally an ominous bolting of a door would make me nervous but these guys all seem like they get along really well so it's probably fine

Are they gonna burn the ballots YESSS tHEY BURNED THE BALLOTS this is spectacular

We hear the crowd, we don't see the crowd. I see what they're doing here

Well that was the most circuitous way to tell that story, mr aide person Ray, but full points for building the tension

I wonder if the little motor coaches that ferry them to and from the dormitory will be electric someday

The holy father's ... turtles

OH this is delicious. In the span of six lines of dialog Benitez has flipped the situation around from Lawrence asking him about his health to Lawrence making a confession to him. SPECTACULAR

OH NO Disappointed StanTucc face, anything but that

These vote tallies are gripping. I'm gripped.

Ohhh the color story here. Lawrence you do not belong in this room. This is a room for the nuns, the chairs are blue, the walls are blue, the light is blue, the curtains are blue. His red cape and cap scream violence in a way his tone cannot overcome (I know blue=Mary, that's not the point that's being made here)

Ayedemi what did you doooooo

Wings in the walls again. And now also eyes of judgement

Ah. That's what Ayedemi did.

"So I still have hope" -> wow.

Another magnificently efficient scene. Twenty lines of dialogue? And a man convincingly goes from bluster to weeping

The candidates at empty tables while the fifth vote tally is a delicious choice

Oh look it's Bad-News Ray, also known as Drabs-of-Expedition Ray. I love this guy I wanna be this guy

At this point I feel like we're seeing Lawrence as a man in an extremely stressful administrator's job, a job he's had for a very long time, juussst edging right up to the upper limit of what he can reasonably handle. Sure hope the pot doesn't continue to boil - or something happens to diminish his fortitude

Those're some really lovely gold bedlinens there, Benitez. I guess we can speculate as to who the housekeeping staff are pulling for

There are pointed spears and arrows in the walls

Even the login screen in the nun room is blue, spectacular

And now comes Lawrence into the Blue Nun Room but this time without his red cape, and when we press into the close-up shot we can't see his red cap either. Excellent camera angles happening here

What's in your emaillllls, Sister Agnes??

Oh. That's tidy

Lawrence without his red cap now, and we can't see what's in the walls. Only the red runner on the floor (just like in a children's hospital)

OH. OH OH OH GOSH. Literal seal, literally broken. That was a deeply visceral sound effect

A delightful scene humanizing a holy and unknowable (cuz dead) figure. Aspirin. Rubber bands. Breath mints. Dirty eyeglasses

Sister Agnes is gonna beat Lawrence up and down that hallway or so help me. The spear points in the walls are facing upward now, we are in vigilant watcher mode

There are ghostly dead roots in the walls

Lawrence is a spectacularly lonely man, I think. Most priests are, but I think he is lonelier than most. Probably cuz he can't pray right now

oo-woo what's this in the headboard

Bellini you old grouch. Lawrence is right, by the way, pessimism is the refuge of a coward

GET 'EM AGNES HELL YEAH. The holy photocopier of revenge, that's delightful

(look up mendacious)

Hahhhhh get 'em Agnes. Go on Tremblay, deny it now

WOW

There are swirls of emotion behind Bellini in the walls, and tidy columns and rows of ordered distress behind Lawrence. In the walls

Tedesco has absolutely gorgeous hair, sir, please, tell us your secrets

HOLY SHIT

Oof

WOW

oh

.... sorry I need a moment

And we're back.

A quick comment: even here, in this scene, we don't see the crowd. Only the actions of the crowd. We are well and truly sequestered.

Nuns on the move! That bodes well, I'm sure

The walls are pillars now

Humans as texture. Flowing around a water fountain. Lovely

Tremblay's glasses are broken. Very nice visual

OH gosh Benitez looks like he wants to throw up

And here's Exposition Ray. With 15 minutes of runtime left

Clinic for what, said no one ever

OH

I stand corrected

(I thought it was AIDS)

I need another moment

OK, had to go do the dishes and walk around a bit but that is ... ok. Two words, and they are everything. I want to write a dissertation on this moment because ... because ...

I'm really glad this movie got made.

And that it was made this point in time, in particular

In a slightly lighter opinion: I'm shocked this came as a spoiler, with all the posts I've seen online. In retrospect I think I might've seen a post or two about intersex but .... wow. Just, wow

He has really beautiful hands

From personal experience: Benitez is correct. To exist between the world's certainties, so to speak, is a very powerful way of being human

We hear the crowd. We don't see the crowd.

His Holy Father's Turtle ohhh be nice to the turtle please

I am fascinated by the smoke-making machine. Was that a custom job? Is that a standard piece of equipment I was previously unaware of?

We hear the crowd. We don't see the crowd.

The walls are watching, and they seem unkind

But the birds are singing, and the nuns are happy. So maybe things will be ok?

[rillette]

What got you into liking Charlie Vicker in the first place?

green lantern (1960) #157-158 and im so serious. guy that sucks realizes the universal beauty of life and it was joever for me thats like a cheese trap for me specifically and baby im stuck help help help

for real though i am not kidding look at this shit.

ACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[quackity1999]

Next person to use 50 bath bombs at once is going to make me lose it.

Can you alert to the hotel visitors that the main water pipe will be shut off temporarily for repairs?

You can handle it beyond that, I just don't want to do it without warning but I also don't want to waste water and get /sprayed/.

- 🔧🎲

OKAY!!!!!

[ Slime . . cups his hands and yells very loudly. ]

HOTEL WATER IS BAD! IT WILL HURT YOUR FAMILIES AND YOUR FRIENDS. NO DRINKY. NU UH. STAY DEHYDRATED!

LOVE FROM CHARLIE SLIMECICLE, LAS NEVADAS.

Was that good?

[imjustanauthor]

Charlie had absolutely no idea at all how the colours and cut of his outfit could be "completely off", but he elected not to comment on it. Personally, he thought that he looked rather good. Hm. Well, he supposed that he should take the statement that he didn't dress "too badly" as a compliment, even if it did make him feel like some kind of performing monkey.

"Yeah, sure. If you've got some magazines spare, I'll have a look at them." Maybe he'd even see something he liked, though the possibility did seem unlikely. Fashion wasn't something that he was interested in.

"Tilly is young. Too young to really appreciate a pretty dress, and definitely too young to keep one clean." Especially now her mother had remarried. The new husband was a cattle farmer, and that meant mud. If Charlie bought her a nice dress, it'd be absolutely ruined in no time at all.

Still, it was true that she'd like one, and it wasn't like Charlie couldn't afford it.

"I'll get her something simple," Charlie decided. "Pink and sparkly, nothing too fancy. Then it won't matter if she gets it dirty, or if she only wears it once before she outgrows it. What do you think? Little girls love that kind of thing, right?"

"Thank you," replied Cassia with a little smile, visibly very pleased with herself. Of course, he would have never said otherwise, but it mattered not, for she was confident her clothes were the nicest here.

The prospect of giving her bodyguard some fashion tips seemed to delight Cassia, and she leaned towards him, hands clasped together. "Oh, I would love to!"

"I don't think you dress too badly for someone from the district," she mused, insulting him with what she thought was a compliment, "but the colors and cuts are completely off. I could bring you some fashion magazines for men if you'd like."

"And I think you should bring your daughter a dress, too. How old is she?"