#lost item finder

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lost & found ✧ kim minjeong ⦑ smau ⦒

pairing ✧ ra!unistudent!minjeong x troublemaker!fem!reader

synopsis ✧ minjeong, the resident assistant on your floor of the university dorm, works at the campus lost and found, always seen sorting through misplaced belongings with an air of judgment and skepticism. you, a perpetual partygoer known for your wild antics, seem to constantly lose items during parties and they somehow always end up at the lost and found department. and in the hands of minjeong. 

genre ✧ smau, angst, fluff, strangers to lovers, gxg, always-partying kid x always-studying kid, med!student minjeong, soccerplayer!reader

warnings ✧ drug use, alcohol consumption, driving under the influence, may add more

featuring ✧ aespa, soobin (txt), jay (enhypen), ryujin (itzy), minju (former iz*one), somi (soloist), yunjin (lesserafim), may add more

status ✧ ongoing , inconsistent updates (for now)

playlist ✧

profiles ✧ finders keepers , flr 3’s , ucla

chapters ✧

01. smile

02. pretty girls

03. who?

04. ???

05. ???

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[banishedchildofeve]

˚｡⋆ Patron Saints that help guide us through the year

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- St. Dymphna ; the Patron Saint of mental illness.

while it can hard for us to admit that we are struggling mentally on a serious level, we have all had moments of feeling very low. i personally have struggled, and so struggle with, anxiety, depression, anger issues etc. these have been serious issues for me and i learnt a prayer i will link - here - that has helped me know St. Dymphna. ˚࿐

- St. Vitus ; the Patron Saint of oversleeping.

we have all overslept once, if not maybe multiple times a week or month. for some, oversleeping is a rare misfortune, but for others, including me, oversleeping is a regular problem and has affected my life in a various of negative ways. here is a - link - to a prayer that i found. ˚࿐

- St. Phillip Neri ; the Patron Saint of joy (and friendship).

i dunno about all of you guys, but i have lost more friends then i have gained since leaving high school. this isn’t a bad thing as a lot of the people i spent time with weren’t very nice, but like most people, i am always wishing for more friends. friendship is so important, and i read up about St. Phillip Neri and learnt so much. he is also the Saint of Joy! here is a - prayer - ˚࿐

- St. Padre Pio ; the Patron Saint of stress relief (and adolescents).

we all get stressed, duh. stress can take a toll on so many aspects of our lives, including our health on a long-term scale. trying to reduce stress is ironically, quite a stressful process. i have found peace in a plenty of Bible verses that talk about being calm and trusting God. i have also found peace in Padre Pio, a Saint who i knew about long before God called me to Catholicism. i have him on a bracelet, haha. here is a - prayer - by St. Padre Pio i have found, and also a - prayer - TO Padre Pio. ˚࿐

- St. Expeditus ; the Patron Saint of procrastination.

if someone says they don’t procrastinate, i’m 99.9% sure they’re lying. you do it, i do it, we know it’s bad, but it can be so hard to fight sometimes. good thing we have St. Expeditus! here is a - prayer - that we should all recite daily. i wish you the best! ˚࿐

- St. Anthony ; the Patron Saint of lost things.

my keys, my glasses, my card, sometimes even whole outfits or pairs of shoes… how many times a week, even a day, do we lose things we own? i’m sure we all know about St. Anthony, most atheists know about him, but i often find myself forgetting that he is there for us. a - prayer - to the finder of those annoying lost items.

- St. Jude ; the Patron Saint of lost causes (and “impossible” circumstances).

we have all thought a situation we’ve been in is completely and totally helpless. we’re stuck, there’s no way out and this feeling might just be forever. despite how hard these moments are, however long or short they may last, they do always end. we end up feeling better. however, that’s not to say that that feeling of helplessness isn’t so hard to bare. i’ve been there, i understand. i only recently learnt about St. Jude, (prior to this, the only ‘jude’ i knew of was the Beatles song… forgive me…). thankfully, St. Jude represents hope for the hopeless and miracles for all of us facing those helpless circumstances. - prayers

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i hope this was somehow useful. God bless you. <3

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i also just make up my own prayers to Saints when needed. sometimes we don’t resonate with a prayer, and that’s okay. i often add to prayers or find myself reciting my own. i linked prayers for suggestions, not as some sort of strict guideline :)

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[shadowmaat]

Finders Keepers

Corrie Week, Day 6: Force-Sensitive Clone

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"We get a lot of requests like this, unfortunately," Trooper Hound explained. "CorSec isn't big on helping the common folks unless there's something in it for them."

Seek nodded agreement, only half-listening. There was a young Nautolan girl missing, likely kidnapped by her estranged father. Hound had been approached by the distraught mother while showing Seek the basics of patrol-work.

Grizzer had her snout to the ground, sniffing the girl's trail, but Seek already knew they were on the right track. He'd always had a good sense for finding lost items. And people. And the occasional secret, like Commander Thire's hidden chocolate stash.

One alley they approached smelled strongly of lemons, as if someone had gotten the urge to try and scrub it clean, except there was no evidence of it. Seek took the turn and was halfway down it before Hound called out to him.

He looked back to see Hound consoling Grizzer, who was pawing at her nose and keening.

"Fucking scent bombs," Hound complained. "Bastard was prepared. I'll see if Grizzer can pick up the trail again, but it isn't looking good."

He sounded mournful. Seek knew they wouldn't give up the chase so easily, but without Grizzer's nose to lead them...

He hesitated. His finding ability was usually seen as either a cool party trick or a sign of dangerous mutation. He'd only been with the Guard for a week and had only met Hound at the start of shift, but he had a good feeling about all of them. More importantly, a little girl was missing and he could feel a clock counting down in his head.

"I think they went this way, sir," Seek said. "I'm really good at this sort of thing. It's how I wound up here."

The less said about that, the better.

"You think so?" Hound didn't sound skeptical so much as hopeful? Maybe?

Seek nodded. "I can't be sure," he lied, "but I think this is the way we need to go. She... she might be in trouble."

"Right. C'mon, Grizz." Hound scooped up the still whining massif and carried her into the alley past the worst of the lemon stench before putting her down again. "Lead the way, Seek."

Seek did, trusting his instincts to guide them. Through the alley, down another road, and then a shortcut through a building full of tents and wary-eyed locals.

As they were exiting through a hole in the side of the building a figure landed in front of them in a swish of blue robes.

Hound swore, blaster out and leveled while Grizzer growled a warning. Seek's hand drifted towards his blaster, but he wasn't sure it was needed.

The figure straightened, revealing a dark-skinned humanoid in a mix of blue and cream embroidered robes. Where their eyes should have been there was just skin, and an elaborately painted pair of eyes that seemed hawklike, given the feather patterns around the edges.

"Hands out and step back!" Hound ordered.

"Sorry," the figure said, complying. "I could have planned that a little better. I thought you might be someone else. Anyway! I'm Knight Naremi Twiss! I'm here to help!"

The raised arms revealed a tooled leather belt. And a lightsaber.

"Fuck! I mean, sorry, sir," Hound said, reholstering his blaster. "You surprised me."

"I do seem to have that effect on people, for some reason," Knight Twiss mused. "Anyway, no worries! Although I'm more of a she/her if that matters."

"Yes, ma'am." Hound introduced himself, Seek, and Grizzer, who was already happily accepting scritches from the Knight.

"Well met!" Twiss stood again. "I take it you're hunting the Blood Drinkers, too?"

Horror washed through Seek. "The... what?"

"Blood Drinkers?!" Hound's voice went up an octave.

"Well, that's what I call them." Twiss waved a dismissive hand. "Maybe you call them something else? They go around grabbing people and draining their blood to sell on the black market. Sometimes a little bit, sometimes all of it."

Seek shuddered.

"I think I might have heard some chatter about that back at the base," Hound said slowly. "But I didn't think it was that widespread. Or this high up the levels."

"We think they're increasing their operations." Twiss motioned for them to follow her. "And they have been sticking to the lower levels. That's why I'm not sure if this is them or something else."

"We're just trying to locate a kidnapped girl," Hound said. "But this sounds... bad. Should I call it in?"

Seek was relieved to see the Jedi was taking the same route he would have, although how she could see without eyes was beyond him. The Force, maybe. He also had the uneasy feeling that their case and the Jedi's might be linked. Somehow.

"There!"

He and Twiss stopped at the same time, pointing at an abandoned diner with blacked out windows.

"Jinx!" Twiss nudged her shoulder against Seek's. "C'mon, let's check it out!"

"I think we should wait," Hound said. "I called for backup. If this is more than just one missing kid or a couple of criminals trying to start a new medical scam, then it's going to take more than four of us to do this."

Grizzer huffed, as if agreeing.

Twiss nodded. "Okay, sure! That's probably a good idea. But let's go wait over there." She pointed toward the side of the building. There was a narrow passage and a propped-open door almost hidden in the dark.

"Can we, sir? Please?" Seek looked at Hound, fidgeting. The clock in his head was getting closer to running out.

"No going in!" Hound warned. "Not til backup arrives!"

"Yessir!"

"I mean, if you want to be logical about it, that's fine," Twiss agreed.

As they approached the side of the building, voices could be heard.

"-part of the deal! She's my daughter! You said I could keep her!"

The first voice had a swirly accent that reminded Seek of the missing girl's mother's voice.

"You didn't tell us she had a rare blood type."

The second voice sounded modulated, and much deeper than the first.

"Screw you, Nusk! I'm taking Tem and-"

Blaster fire erupted.

"DADDYYYY!"

Seek was already in motion without consciously choosing it. He and Twiss burst through the already-open door with Hound and Grizzer hot on their heels.

The inside of the derelict diner was surprisingly clean. There were a lot of medical-looking equipment around, including exam tables and IV stands with empty bags and tubing.

A scrawny, dark blue nautolan was on the floor, smoke rising from a blaster wound in his chest. A much younger, purple Nautolan was being dragged back by a long, furry brute while a Nemoidian ordered another one to "drain the dead one."

Everything seemed to speed up after that. Twiss launched herself at the one holding Tem. Seek fired a stun round at the Nemoidian, who dodged it. Hound was barking orders for the criminals to stand down and Grizzer was just barking.

One of the furry brutes fired a shot at Seek, only for Twiss to deflect it. Using some Force move, she launched one of the IV stands at them. They went down, tangled in the tubing.

The one holding Tem hauled her up into their arms, only to yell and drop her as she bit him. She scrambled back toward her father as two more figures burst through the doors of what would have been the kitchen area.

Seek was lining up another stun shot when the Nemoidian pulled something from his pocket and threw it.

Thick smoke filled the room, obscuring everything. Despite that, the blaster fire continued. Seek paused, lined up a shot, and fired.

There was a yell as someone hits the ground. Twiss's pale blue blade cut through the smoke, followed by the scream of whomever she'd hit.

A snarl and a yelp indicated that Grizzer's caught someone, and Seek can hear the clink of binders as Hound reads them their rights.

"Bright Guy! Catch!"

Seek holstered his blaster and turned, knowing where and when to hold out his arms. He caught the wailing, coughing Nautolan girl and headed for the exit.

"I've got the girl," he told Hound over internal comms. "Taking her out of the smoke."

"Copy."

As he rounded the front of the diner he saw a squad of fellow Guardsmen approaching.

"Trooper! Report!"

Twiss staggered out of the smoke, coughing, followed by Hound and Grizzer, who was wheezing, but looking satisfied with herself.

Hound and Twiss are the the ones to fill in Thorn and his squad. That left Seek free to remove his helmet and try to comfort Tem, who wanted absolutely nothing to do with Clicker's attempts to check her for injuries.

Eight underlings were captured or dead, including Tem's father. The Nemoidian in charge, unfortunately, managed to escape.

"I'll be able to find him again," Seek said. "I know it."

"That's why I like you, Bright Guy." Twiss appeared at his side. "And it's also why I'm taking you home with me."

Seek stared at her, bewildered.

"Look, General," Thorn started. "We're grateful for-"

"Not a General," Twiss corrected. "They don't trust me with troops. Except this one." She grinned at Seek.

"Uh..." Seek said.

Her eye makeup had smeared a bit during the fight, almost making it seem like she was winking.

"We're grateful for your help," Thorn continued. "But you can't simply take a trooper home with you to celebrate."

Seek's whole face burned, and he could feel it spreading down his chest.

Twiss laughed. "If that's what I was doing, you'd be absolutely right," she said. "But in this case I need him for Secret Jedi Reasons related to Secret Jedi Things."

Seek could almost hear Thorn grinding his teeth.

"It's okay, sir," he said. "I'll go."

Thorn tipped his helmet. Taking the hint, Seek put his own helmet back on. Tem's mother had arrived on scene shortly after the Guard, so she was in safe hands.

"If anything happens, Fox will have both our heads," Thorn warned.

Seek swallowed before answering. "I know, sir. But she's a Jedi. And I think... I think this might help."

Torn's helmet glared at Twiss.

"His shift ends in three hours. If he isn't back by then..."

"I promise I'll do my very best, Commander," Twiss said. "Now, if you'll excuse us, soonest gone is soonest returned."

As they headed for the nearest speeder dock, Twiss smiled at him.

"So, Trooper Seek, what do you know about Force sensitivity?"

[softandsleepyboy]

Good Agere Games for Switch:

❤️ Little Kitty, Big City

Will you make your way home or will you explore what the big city has to offer first? I mean, getting home is obviously your main priority. Obviously. Well, it's one of your priorities. Maybe more of a guideline... It's definitely on your To-Do list somewhere! But first? Exploration!

🧡 Layton's Mystery Journey

Progress through the story while walking around town, chatting with local residents looking for clues, and solving puzzles and mysteries with the heroine, Katrielle Layton!

💚 Turnip Boy Commits Tax Evasion

Play as an adorable, yet trouble-making turnip. Avoid paying taxes, solve plantastic puzzles, and take on massive beasts in a journey to tear down a corrupt vegetable government!

🩵 Cat's Cosmic Atlas

Gaze upon the stars and other celestial bodies. Cat’s Cosmic Atlas takes you through the Southern and Northern skies. Experience the most beautiful sights and learn a thing or two about the vast universe that surrounds us.

💜 Snug Finder

Snug Finder is a beautiful hidden object game. Become a finder and try to find all the objects, but be careful, sometimes it’s not that easy.

🩷 Teacup

You play as the titular Teacup, a shy and introverted young frog who loves drinking tea and reading. The day before she is to host a tea party at her house, she realizes she is completely out of tea, and thus must venture into the woods around her to find the herbs she needs to restock her pantry.

❤️ Haven Park

Be Flint, who is doing his very best to keep his grandma's park up and running and make it a place for the campers to enjoy. Learn the camper's wishes and build whatever their hearts desire to attract even more quirky characters and look forward to whimsical conversations and quests.

🧡 Under Leaves

Relaxing music, amazing scenery, peaceful gameplay—all this will make you slow down. Let your thoughts flow freely as you collect items for your next animal.

💚 Smushi Come Home

Smushi Come Home is a cozy exploration adventure game where you play as a tiny mushroom who's trying to get back home! Play as Smushi, who was taken from its home unexpectedly and dropped into the middle of the forest. Lost and confused, you must journey through different areas of the forest and find your way back with the help of your new tools and fellow forest creatures!

🩵 My Time at Portia

Restore your Pa's neglected workshop to its former glory by fulfilling commissions, growing crops, raising animals, and befriending the quirky inhabitants of this charming post-apocalyptic land!

💜 Melatonin

Melatonin is a rhythm game about dreams and reality merging together. Harmonize through a variety of dreamy levels containing surprising challenges, hand-drawn art, and vibrant music without any intimidating overlays or interfaces.

🩷 Alba: A Wildlife Adventure

Join Alba as she visits her grandparents on a Mediterranean island. She is ready for a peaceful summer of wildlife exploration with her friend Ines, but when she sees an animal in danger, she realises she needs to do something about it!

[blueiscoool]

Viking Age Silver Found by Metal Detectorist

A Viking age silver ingot found by a metal detectorist in the south of the Isle of Man has been declared treasure at an inquest.

The 1,000-year old piece, which is 2.6in (6.7cm) long and 0.3in (0.75cm) wide, was found 7in (18cm) below the surface in July 2022.

It was found by retired civil engineer John Smart, who reported the item to Manx National Heritage (MNH).

Curator of archaeology Allison Fox said the find would help increase the understanding of the Viking age in the island and where the activity took place.

It was significant because there had been no other similar items found in the vicinity of the find in the past.

The composition of the piece was tested at the University of Liverpool with the results showing it contained 88% silver.

The tests were carried out on the piece, which dates back to between 900 and 1045 AD, to prove its content because similar ingots of copper and lead had also been found in the past.

Ms Fox said silver was the most common form of currency during the Viking period and in its day the ingot would have been worth the equivalent of about £200 to its owner.

While silver coins were also used, ingots could be used as the “credit cards” of their day as they were able to be used in trading all over the Viking world, she said.

However, she said it was not known whether it had been lost or hidden for safekeeping.

The piece will be put on display at the Manx Museum from Thursday.

Under Manx laws, finds of archaeological interest must be reported to MNH and items of precious metal that are more than 300 years old are the subject of a legal ruling by a coroner.

Items declared treasure belong to the Crown and are held in trust by MNH, with the finder rewarded.

By Catherine Nicoll.

[starfirewildheart]

I am so sorry for the delay. RL has been in my face and also writers block has been a bitch!

Chapter 14

Scars and Souvenirs

Summary: Sy and his lady both retire from the army but not before tragedy befalls Sy. He slowly tries to adjust to life again on their ranch.

Pairing: Sy / OFC

Word count: 3,131

Rating: mentions of war; being a POW, death, talk of trafficking, forced prostitution and assult.

Sy looked around his kitchen, which quickly had become their war room. He looked at his four friends, his four brothers at Arms, four of the five people he could always count on. He knew no matter what, these people would be there for him. This was his Special Forces Unit - Black Ops. They did missions under the radar, things not many people could do.

Farthest to his right was a younger man with curly brown hair, tall build, piercing blue eyes. To any normal person he would look completely unsuspecting and innocent. This man was Will Shaw. Will's family was CIA. He came into it naturally. Will was their cleaner. He would go in after every mission and make sure everything was cleared so there was no evidence against the unit or anything that could trace back to anyone. 

To Will's left was another tall, well-built man with sleek, dark hair, piercing blue eyes and high cheekbones. A man who always dressed very dignified, usually in a three-piece suit. That is unless he was in fatigues or Mission attire. This man was Napoleon Solo. Napoleon was the finder. Any artifact, any information, any person, any lost item, Napoleon was the one that found it. He could find anything. 

To his left stood another tall well-built man with what Sy lovingly called a porn stash. This mustached man with dark hair and also with piercing blue eyes was August Walker. August was the true definition of a spy; it's the work he loved most. August wasn't afraid to get dirty, he wasn't afraid to blur the lines between black and white and sometimes he lived in such a dark gray area that it made the others uneasy. Walker could be a petulant asshole, he could be stubborn, bullheaded and even arrogant but he always had your six. 

Next to him stood the man that Sy felt was the big brother he'd never had. Of course he felt that all the men were his brothers but there was a bond that he had with Geralt that was hard to explain. He could see Geralt as almost a father figure, a big brother, a guide, a mentor. Grealt was muscle and so much more.. He was the leader, the planner. Geralt knew things instinctively that sometimes the other guys missed. He was a master at defence and weaponry and could be diomatic when he needed to be and was not afraid to step in between any of them when they were fighting. He was menacing but had a heart of gold.

Then of course there was Sy himself. Sy was the calm head, the planner, the leader. He kept things cool and calm. He kept everyone on task. Sy was the muscle, he was the one that wasn't afraid to go in and put his life in danger. He would lead them and do anything in his power to keep them safe. 

These are the men Sy trusted with his life, with Debbie's life. These are the men that were going to go in and help him save her.  They were all dressed in black, their faces covered with black paint black and gray paint, armed to the hilt. Guns of every kind and size. They had flash bangs, grenades, everything they needed to go in quietly or to make a big noise if need be. 

Sy glared at August as the man rubbed his sore jaw. had punched him. August tried to insist that Sy stay behind when they went on this mission. He tried to say that Sy would be a liability because they were going to get his girlfriend. It made Sy vulnerable and it made him one track minded so to speak. He didn't want Sy to get hurt but, being August he didn't phrase it the way. He said that Sy would be a liability and needed to stay in the surveillance truck with Shaw. Sy took offense. He told August that he was full of shit. He was going in to get Debbie with or without them then punched August in the jaw. Needless to say August didn't like that one bit and a scuffle ensued. Geralt of course stepped between them and scolded them like they were young kids fighting over the last piece of candy. Needless to say It was decided that Sy would indeed be going. 

Geralt knew that there was some logic to what August said but he knew Sy was a professional through and through. It was what would happen after the rescue that Geralt was worried about. What they found would likely crush the man and it would be up to his Brothers to rally around them until they could pick up the prices. 

It was two a.m., time to head put. They all loaded into the box truck that had been fitted with the surveillance equipment and they're coms where Will would be staying while the mission was taking place. He would guide them via the cameras that they had hacked into that were in the building using earwigs. 

Walter, who hadn't been happy about being left out of the mission, met them at the predetermined location. He was to help Will in the surveillance van then notify authorities at the right time. Walt would be given full credit for taking down the S17's local trafficking ring, not that he was concerned with credit. He was pissed at first when Sy told him he  couldn't go but after a long conversation about how Sy didn't want Walt to have any blood on his hands and not wanting to endanger his shared custody of Fay if anything went wrong during the mission he reluctantly agreed.

They parked the box truck out of sight and moved to a position at the back gate tgat was not under any surveillance where they cut through the metal fence and the barbed wire to get inside. Once they had breached the door into the building they encountered guards and had to take a few of them out, which they did silently to not draw attention to themselves. The others were subdued with zip ties around the wrists and ankles and injected with sedatives before height hidden out of sight. 

Moving silently as a team, each clearing every doorway, every hallway or every possible spot for someone to be hiding. Will follows their steps on camera from the surveillance van telling them which way to turn and the quickest way to get to where they believed that Debbie and Mike were being held. They were able to avoid a lot of people in the hallways thanks to Will's guidance with the cameras. However they did meet face-to-face with a few people here and there. Did their best to subdue them but would use deadly force whenever necessary. They moved with stealth like skills as August and Sy simultaneously snapped the necks of two guards and Solo stabbed under the chin dropping him silently to the ground. 

It seemed like it was taking forever to clear their route but in truth they had only been in the building for under five minutes when they reached the room they thought Debbie and Mike were being held in. 

Cautiously they breached the door and stepped inside and were instantly hit with horrible smells they all knew too well. Smells that happened when someone was held prisoner and tortured. The smell of urine and blood filled the air and the copper and ammonia  scents made their nostrils burn and eyes water.

The room was solid concrete with a drain in the center of the concrete floor.  In the right,back corner Mike was curled into a ball,, hugging his knees to his chest rocking repeatedly muttering, “No, please, no! No more!” His hands and feet were bound tightly with plastic zip ties wrenched so tight that his hands and feet were turning blue and the skin was bloody and raw. Solo and August went to acces him.

Sy's heart pounded and constricted when he saw Debbie. She was hanging by her arms from a metal pipe, feet barely touching the floor. She was bloody and battered. Her face was swollen, both eyes blacked, nose and mouth bloody. Her shirt had been cut open and was hanging off her body and shreds her bra was cut open as well. Her skin was a myriad of bruises, burns and gashes. Her wrists were bloody from the metal cuffs she was hanging from. The skin on her neck was red  raw and different shades of blue and purple like they'd tried to hang her.

Sy and Geralt went straight to her. Sy began accessing her injuries as Geralt worked freeing her from the cuffs. “No!” She rasped, her voice gone at this point as she struggled and kicked out at them with one leg. “Get away from me!” She bit at the nearest skin near her which was Geralt’s arm.

“Fuck!” He hissed quietly.

“Deb it's me, shhh. Darlin’ It's me,” Sy told her. “We're here to get you baby.”

She burst into tears at the sound of his voice. He was here for her. “Told them you would come,”  she whispered before losing consciousness.  

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[halevren]

FHJY Spoilers || my live thoughts as I watch episode 9

i got a new job and I felt sick last night so. I'm watching this very late. it has been tough avoiding spoilers but I Have Done So

TTTAKING OVER TEENAGE REBELLION

hiiii one and all!!! hii intrepid heroes!!!!

i have been told stuff happens this episode. I'm so excited

"You're mad we're not doing drugs."

"I think this might be gorgug's worst day of his life."

so much happened last episode

totally healthy adult activity.

VULTURE

THE SPELL-LESS KRISTEN APPLEBEES 😭😭

THE VULTURE DIMENSION

I love the projections

DOMINATE MONSTER NO LONGER EFFECTING RIZ

THE VULTURE KING

I think Brennan is loving being the vulture king

NAT 20 FOR FABIAN

"IT'S THE VULTURE KING YOU HAVE TO KISS HIM!"

"One answer and it's Riz."

"I'm so glad I died on that battlefield."

A crisp 500 dollar bill

I love this so much

This is so silly

THEY'RE HOLDING HANDS

"Hey, I'll kill you, you fucker." "kiss him!"

VULTURES YAY OR NAY?

"Can you bring his parents up here—" "NO."

"Feels like five"

"You wanna be in our crew?"

Kristen is really trying to get her friends to romance the vultures.

"Are you a God of some kind?" "I don't mind man."

This season is just Brennan breaking the PCs

oh good god

MAGIC ITEMS!

"Summons 1d4 vultures, they are not under your command."

no bring us back to the vulture dimension im obsessed with it

fireball

18 damage 😭😭😭

"I'm going to think about that for days."

FIRST STRIKE HITS REAL ONE

"get out of my yard."

(Brennan rolling too many dice.)

the little fireball that could!

THE ROMAN CANDLE YOU SHOT AT THE BIG BAD

THE BALL GAVE FABIAN ADVANTAGE

Concentration lost 🔥🔥🔥

is Ruben only able to give bardic

BRENNAN NAT 20

what are we making dex saves for.

ZERO DEX SAVE. KRISTEN.

"I'm dead from shame."

ADAINE DOWN? NOOOO

29!!

So many dice for Fabian

"Don't worry I got the ones out guys" Emily 😭😭😭

"I'm actually a huge fan."

so now that grix is destroyed does that mean there's no principal?

Ruben's frantically calling for Wanda

"I'm real right?"

"What happened? I was taking a shit."

"Do you have a warrant? Do you have a fucking warrant?"

Adaine is still dead on the ground

THE IDENTIFY SPELL

grix is untampered with

I miss ayda

29 investigation 🔥

GLOWING STINGERS? GROWING RED? LIKE THE SYNOD?

24 points glowing red

Rage connection!!

"Can we get some hot sauce before we leave?"

HE ATE THE VULTURE FOR NOTHING

"Found another glass of water"

Fabian finally getting his kisses in.

Nat 20 history rat check

SEXY RAT

"You know thats triggering for me!"

Rat stores

"There's not a rat world under the school."

Rat World!!!

BabyBojörn

oh god fig gave Fabian a bardic

sexuality inclusivity for cassandra!

aww..... fabian took bardic from fig earlier...

"You are. Cursed."

RIZ NAT 20!!!!

NOOO YOLANDA

Force damage...

Three hours????

ah yes another use of the identity spell!

"You could multi class into wizard!" "Yeah, add it to the fuckin' pile."

AN UNHOLY LAST RITES

NOOO YOLANDA

There's something under the tree?? glyth???

LUCY FROSTBLADE DEAD BODY

I think Fig's bad luck is genuinely effecting Emily too with all these bad rolls 😭😭😭😭

Did.... Did the rat grinders kill Lucy???????

let adaine use the diamonds. finders keepers

divine intervention........

Kristen will have to work so hard to get cassandra back

spies tongue curse???

"Call an adult?"

"You were such a good teacher, I'm sorry I just got a C..." 😭😭

THIS IS SO HEARTBREAKING!!!

LUCY AND YOLANDA'S SOULS HELD HANDS BEFORE GOING TO HEAVEN. ACTUALLY CRYING

BUD CUBBY THE REALEST EVER

FIG NAT 20

level of exhaustion :(

elmville police departments always on fire

"David..."

AGENT CLARK?!?!?!?

did he just take the dirt like a line of drugs?

one becomes a 10 which becomes a 19

*head in hands* "is it okay if I ask you about your case, mom?"

"So I'm unbelievably wealthy. And me and my friends just discovered the site of a double homicide. So....."

Group IV time, or group shock therapy.

Gorgug putting barbarian first

HE'S DOING ARTIFICER SPELLS WHILE RAGING!!!

"We need a word."

Gorgug talking to Porter is so funny

ok. wait this is actually kinda sweet between Porter and Gorgug

"I feel lucky to have you in my class." 😭😭😭😭

MCAT SIGNED!!!

The Last Stand exam?

KRISTEN MIGHT PASS FAIL?

oh god. 4 stress tokens

I wonder if the intrepid heroes are aware of the 5 stress token

"I'm in a lot of school."

Gorgug looking into building a time machine real as hell

Oh my god gorgug is still on the owlbears

"Okay I think I have to lie down."

I'm going to fight the wizard teacher

"I love my life. Everything is perfect."

"... YOU'RE WORKING?"

AELWYN LONELY ARK

10 CATS??

aelwyn and adaine bonding 😭😭

AELWYN IS WORKING FOR KIPPERLILLY COPPERHEAD???

I'M SO EXCITED FOR THE NEXT EPISODE

[elgaladwen]

Fictober 2024 - Day 4

Prompt: "No, we're not doing that."

Fandom: The Lord of The Rings Online (OCs)

Warnings: N/A

“So you see,” Skuldfig was saying as she waved her hands for emphasis, bronze bracelets jingling, “It's this big ship, washed ashore, everything scattered about! But we must act quickly, before too many others have the same idea!”

Armardora considered the dwarven woman on the other side of the desk she'd been using, noting her wide, excited eyes, and the faint pink flush of cheeks above her neatly braided cornsilk beard. She admired her dedication to finding interesting things, but she wasn't so sure that this particular idea was wise.

“So you're saying that you, me, and Daeithilor there,” She tilted her head toward the only other person in the room, a tall, broadly muscled elf who was clutching a spear, and watching them with his big, blue, confused eyes, “Should go down to the river, where this heavily guarded shipwreck is awaiting the King's men to come see it safely taken care of, and take some of these items ourselves?” Her tone was incredulous.

“Nay,” uttered Skuldfig appeasingly, moving her gaze from the richly clad young woman behind the desk to the elf, thinking how much he looked like a lost canine, “Not him, he is good for roughing people up, but not for delicate work! And he cannot even understand me to hear the plan!”

Uncomfortable with the attention on him, Daeithilor murmured to Armardora in Sindarin, “What is she saying?”

He had come to this place with no knowledge of Westron, and though many here spoke Sindarin too, the dialect was different, and it had been hard for him even to find that in the lower circles of the city where he had been lost.

Skuldfig wondered at times if the wedding party from Lothlórien had left him behind on purpose when they'd returned to their homeland, for in her opinion he seemed far too stupid to be of use to anyone, but Armardora enjoyed practicing Sindarin in the way he spoke, using him so that she could learn the differences from what she'd been taught. He also did make a capable enough bodyguard, Skuldfig had to concede, for what he lacked in brain, he made up for in muscle.

Armardora shot Daeithilor a quick smile, returning, “I shall explain later.” as Skuldfig went on.

“Just you and I, you can say you're surveying the manifest for the king! I'm your assistant, obviously! Then once we're past them, I can leave another way with anything good we find, and I'm sure you can fit scrolls and the like in your bag of paper and pens that you clearly need to take record of everything!” Skuldfig beamed at Armardora, as if the woman had already agreed.

A huff of breath escaped Armardora’s lips. “Is this how you and your friend get all of your pieces- Wait do not tell me, at least right now I can pretend the things you bring me are not stolen!”

“Ugh!” Skuldfig uttered dramatically. “If only Ingfar were here and not up north, we would make short work of this ship! He will be sad he missed this!” Placing her adorned fingers upon the desk, she leaned in Armardora's direction. “And come now, it isn't truly stealing, we would make sure any items of interest got to their rightful owners in due time, with a small finder's fee of course, and more importantly, after you've had the chance to study them!”

Armardora's resolve faltered at this last bit. Surely there must be something of interest on that ship, or it would not be under guard in the name of the king. But no, it was still too risky!

With a sigh, she finally declared, “No, Skuldfig, we are not doing that!”

When she saw the dwarf start to protest, she added, “If I am caught, I might lose access to the old archives!”

“Nonsense!” The dwarf woman was quick to reply. “Your father is too important!”

“But if you're caught, that won't be enough to help you!” Armardora argued.

Skuldfig waved a hand dismissively. “As if I'd be caught!”

Tilting her head back in frustration, Armardora muttered after a time, “I know you will just go by yourself and get into some sort of trouble, caught or not, if I am not there-” She looked down at the dwarf again. “So I will go. But!” She added quickly before Skuldfig could celebrate, “We will just look, and I will not pretend to act on behalf of the King. If the guards want to indulge my scholarly interest, that's different.”

Skuldfig sighed, but nodded. “Fine, fine. Let's get some cosmetics on that pretty face of yours so you can bat your lashes at them some, hm? And perhaps do bring beefcake there, he could be distracting enough to anyone inclined the right way.”

They both looked toward Daeithilor again, as his eyes darted from one to the other, wide with worry.

“Skuldfig, I swear to you that I will pretend I do not know you if they see you trying to sneak by.” Armardora muttered with exasperation.

The dwarf in question raised her hands before her in a gesture of surrender. “Fair enough, I will separate from you once we leave the city, so that we don't arrive together.”

With a nod, Armardora rose from her seat, crossing to Daeithilor, and resting her ink-stained hand gently on his forearm, wincing as she felt how tense he was, and thinking, not for the first time, that she really needed to find a way to get him back his home. “Come to the river with us?” She murmured in Sindarin. “I can explain on the way.”

He nodded cautiously, and the three companions set out, the tall elf on one side, the much shorter dwarf on the other, and Armardora perfectly in between.

[heartfullofleeches]

Night gallery requests you say?

I’m a Rosebud fan till I die but! Could I request something with the Scavenger? Maybe the first time reader ran into them, or just general shenanigans of Scavenger stealing something reader needs for work and reader trying to get it back from hands m’gee

(This is a little mix of both. Hope you enjoy)

The end of another shift.

With it only being your second week on the job, you're still working through the frights and how things work around the gallery. The pay and free living makes it a little difficult to not come back. Aside from a few scares and some missing items, you haven't had much trouble as you thought you would, at least compared to those brave enough to try and rob the place. You reach for the pen to write down your time, only to find it missing - just like everything else around here.

And that's when you reach your breaking point.

Everyday since your first shift something that belongs to you or you've touched has gone missing. Your wallet, the stick of gum your coworker gave you, the receiver of the lobby phone. You assumed it was a robber with extra sticky fingers, but your money was left on the table, and something tells you by that waking up after a power nap without your left shoe this had to be the work of some one or thing in the gallery.

You tried to let it go, but this has gone too far. You needed to get to the bottom of this or it would drive you insane, and you knew just the way to figure it out.

-

Clocking in and setting your bait out in the main hall, you hide behind the lobby desk with your flashlight waiting for your moment to strike. It isn't long before you hear shuffling in the hall. Must be a painting closer to the front. You hear what sounds like multiple bare feet slapping against the tiles, but even that doesn't sound accurate with the soft scrape that follows each step. Looking back, it probably wasn't the best idea to go into this blind or without a weapon, but you find yourself springing from your hiding place before that thought process was complete. A big mistake on your part.

Flashing your light on the shadow, a robed figure hunches over the shirt you had left on the floor. Upon closer look, you come to the horrific realization that their robe was not made of cloth, but dozens of writhing, black hands. Before the light reach it, one of its limbs picked up your shirt and cycled it through the rest like they had a mind of their own and were fighting for it. Its head snaps in your direction, sunken eyes visible through the hands that cover its face.

You duck behind the counter, holding your breath. As you squeeze your eyes close and slide across the floor, a hand grabs you and hoists you into the air. The creature's many limbs grope at your body as you kick and try to free yourself from its tight grip, hands traveling into your pockets and through your hair. Their movement abruptly stops as it yanks the badge from your neck, nails poking the plastic that covers your picture. It croaks an almost pleased moan.

"Found you....."

It sets you down, holding onto your badge and hiding it within its horde of hands as it stands silently over you. Figuring it's best to not ask for it back, you swallow the saliva in the back of your throat and speak.

"Who are you?... I've never seen your paintings before."

"...keeper."

Finders Keepers. It's a painting just a few steps away from the break room. It's just a painting of a room filled with clutter and old junk most people probably wouldn't miss. Now you knew why the lost and found box was always empty despite guests bringing in lost items most of the time, but that still left one question.

"Why do you take my things?"

"What's left behind, is mine. Y/n always come back every night. They want to be here and leaves behind such nice things..It's nice. Y/n's belongings have more value than others. Makes me feel less alone. Warm. Give me more."

It clutches your shirt to its face. You think back to your missing shoe and other things you'd rather not lose. "How about this. I give you something of mine every week in return for you not taking my things without asking. Another shirt, or whatever you want. Sound good?"

"Pictures...."

"That works too. We have a deal?"

"Deal."

It extends one of its hands. You shake it, sealing your contract with your new partner.

-

The next morning, you visit the gallery on your own accord. Inspecting that same painting, you spot some of your old belongings in the harder to find places - your shirt hiding under the end of the bed along with three, black fingers. Later that night, you find your shoe in your locker along with a necklace you remember around the neck of a particularly rude guest not long ago.

[opertabry]

lost & found ✧ 0.1 finders keepers

synopsis ✧ minjeong, the resident assistant on your floor of the university dorm, works at the campus lost and found, always seen sorting through misplaced belongings with an air of judgment and skepticism. you, a perpetual partygoer known for your wild antics, seem to constantly lose items during parties and they somehow always end up at the lost and found department. and in the hands of minjeong. 

profile 1 ✧ finders keepers

kim minjeong ✧ @/jeongiekim , @/imwinter : 01, the ra of the third floor at ucla’s olympic hall, works at the lost and found department and is the president of the chess club. she is an undergraduate in her third year of her double degree in medical studies and fine arts. despite her introverted nature, students may find it surprising how welcoming and caring she is to those that seek her help. most consider her to be a ‘party pooper’.

yu jimin ✧ @/yujimie , @/katarinabluu : 00, co-president of the dance club and works at the lost and found department. she lives on the fourth floor, and is an undergraduate in her third year of her double degree in business and international commerce. she’s well known for her dancing around campus, although still holding a reputation of being a ‘loser’, because she hangs around minjeong.

uchinaga aeri ✧ @/aerichan , @/gigidesu : 00, the ra of the second floor at ucla’s olympic hall and works at the lost and found department. she is an undergraduate in her third year of her double degree in sociology and psychology. having a couple friends that runs in the ‘wrong crowd’ at campus, she gets occasional invitations to parties from the third floor kids.

kim minju ✧ @/kimjuu , @/minn._.ju : 01, the ra of the fourth floor at ucla’s olympic hall and works at the lost and found department. through all the years she has been at ucla, she has been trying to start a guitar club to no avail. she is an undergraduate in her third year of her double degree in ecology and environmental health sciences. students know her to be a sweetheart, but still someone that doesn’t know how to have fun.

jeon somi ✧ @/jeoonsoomi , @/somisomi03 : 01, works at the lost and found department and co-president of the dance club. she lives on the second floor and she is an undergraduate in her second year of her double degree in media and film and television. in her earlier years, she was a party animal, but to the confusion of almost everyone at ucla, she settled down and opted to focus on her studies.

⦑ masterlist , next ⦒

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[mog-maven]

Item List: Head: Unwavering Stare Shoulders: Lost Landcaller's Mantle (Normal, druid only) Back: Hidden Chest: Tunic of the Soulbinder (Mythic) Wrist: Cultured Pearl Armbands (Mythic) Hands: Lost Landcaller's Claws (Normal, druid only) Waist: Clasp of Ursine Rage Legs: Empowered Demonskin Kilt (Mythic) Feet: Glacier Walkers (Raid Finder) Weapon: Quake-Detecting Seismostaff (Normal)

Wowhead outfit link: Brightclaw Druid

[theanoninyourinbox]

The Stars and the Afterlives

Starclan is the Afterlife of the Clan Cat. But what Roles might a cat have in the starry lands above? And where do non-clan cats go? Where do Traitors go?

STARCLAN

This is where every Clan cat wishes to go, a lush land of greenery and peaceful days. Where kits become the adults they were meant to be, mentored by their ancestors. Where elders shed their aches and dance in the meadows. The prey is endless, the predators nonexistent, the trees forever blooming. Honey drips where industrious stingless bees gather, and deep glens give privacy and comfort to the traumatized. Borders are gone, and those banned from relationships, either cross-clan or Healers, may find love.

Starclan cats have white four-pointed pupils, and small stars scatter in their fur. Scars they chose to keep gleam like the night sky, and they nearly float with each step. Starclan cats have four major roles, though others do exist, and any cat may change to any other role if they wish.

Star-Guide: these cats are the prophecy givers, often cryptic and mysterious. They plant signs like Herbalists plant Poppies, and divine the future in a great Crystal in a pool of starlight. Yellowfang is a Star-Guide, one that refuses to be any more cryptic than she has to.

Kit-Shaper: these cats guide the Faded, those long forgotten even by Starclan cats, into their final form - the next living generation. The Faded will fall apart into motes of light in a Sacred Glen, and Kit-Shapers will take these gleaming shapes and create kits. They fashion tiny noses and triangle tails, paint stripes and spots and patches, and set starlight in their eyes, before sending them to a laboring queen or king. Lionheart is a Kit-Shaper, spending his time molding the perfect kitten for each queen or king.

Path-finder: these cats periodically wander the living world, seeking to bring lost cats home, whether living or dead. They tirelessly search for Spirits who are missed, and often will guide lost or abandoned kits to the clans. Whiteclaw is a Path-Finder, knowing what it’s like to feel lost himself.

Comet-Claw: the Brawlers of Starclan, that patrol the line between the Stars and the Dark. Moonlit claws and sunbeam teeth savage any intruder, and rescue any living soul they may find lost. Swiftspirit is a Comet-Claw, always watching for Tiger”star”.

THE KITTYPET AFTERLIFE

Often referred to as the Twoleg Starplace, kittypets go to the same afterlife as their owners. There’s always food out, the toys are endless, and just about every twoleg wants to pet you. If their twoleg was abusive, kittypets will find a new loving twoleg to pet them and help them heal.

LONER AFTERLIFE

Referred to as the Quiet Hunting Grounds, loners go to endless fields and evening skies. The prey is plentiful, or as challenging as one wants, there’s company and shelter if one wishes, and the rolling fields and hills go on forever.

Those who chose to wander the lands of the living from these places are Spirits - they cannot touch another, save other Spirits or Star-Blessed cats. They can move items, so someone moving the prey you caught might be a mischievous Spirit.

THE DARK FOREST/MIRETREES

Where those who believed in Starclan go if they break the Code’s major rules (do not harm others needlessly, never harm the helpless, and kill not thy clanmate without true need) and do not atone in some way. It’s a dark and moonless place, with a variety of landscapes - all twisted from what they once were. The river where Rushtooth died is constantly writhing like worms, grasping at any who draw near. The clearing where Tiger”star” died is full of pain wails and the feeling of being betrayed. There is a shady Healer’s den, that’s covered in deathberries and thorny vines with yellow flowers.

Cats from The Dark are twisted and monstrous, often with bloody pelts and twisted limbs. The older a Miretree can is, the more insane the mutation. The dread One Eye, the first cat of the Dark Forest, is missing much of his face, all of his claws, and most of his guts. In comparison, Tiger”star” just has a flapping belly full of noxious dripping ooze and twoleg chains.

Those who escape the Miretrees are called Geists. They are near-universally malicious, and often haunt the place of their death. They DO have some power over the living, with their aura poisoning the spirits of the living.

For Example, the Geist Mapleshade poisoned almost the entirety of Crookedstar’s family, only sparing his brother and two of his kits. It took the Comet-Claws days to drive her back to the Mire, and having lost most of her power, she now plots vengeance.

[literally-just-there]

FINALLY !! The Seeker and her powers ☀️✨️

Since in canon there is next to nothing about the seeker's powers and the way they manifest (other than the map that I did not draw here, maybe next time), I just decided to go freestyle. (more under the cut)

🌻❀°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ General Design Choices :

Hey, what if the Seeker had glowing eyes ? She is the only one who can find lost objects that turned invisible, and thus the only one who can see them, so why not give her some kind of 'seeker-vision'... The markings are there for coolness reasons. I did choose to make the ones on the back of her hands like Darkwood's sacred oak's symbol though, adds a nice link to the city's magic. I chose a golden light that mirrors the glow of the magic map.

🌻❀°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Light Source :

This is a personal addition. Since the seeker is always compared to a beacon of light and hope in canon, I decided to take this literally.

🌻❀°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Object Finder :

The Seeker's main power. She is able to find any object she looks for. I chose to have this power manifest as threads that guide her to the item she is looking for, and then weave themselves to give shape and physicality to said item.

🌻❀°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Monster Killer :

In canon, the seeker can use different weapons to banish a monster, depending on the species. I simplified this a little ; here, her powers will manifest in different ways, also depending on the type of monster, basing myself on the canon weapons. ❀ • Shadow monsters : fire -> burned and disintegrated by touch ❀ • Werewolves : bladed and blunt weapons -> claws and (slight) superhuman strength ❀ • Fire monsters : water -> cooled down and disintegrated by touch ❀ • Gremlins : loud sounds and nets -> sound waves and nets manifested by the Seeker's magic ❀ • Nagas : electric arrows and mirrors -> redirected naga arrows, electric arrows and mirrors manifested by the Seeker's magic

[lisbeth-kk]

Finders keepers

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49922434

Sherlock finds a lost item, but has no clue of how to find the man it belongs to.

Today's prompt was wallet.

@onesmallfamily @totallysilvergirl @keirgreeneyes @calaisreno @phoenix27884 @a-victorian-girl @topsyturvy-turtely @peanitbear @safedistancefrombeingsmart @gregorovitchworld @helloliriels

[literaldoorbell]

Give a Little - Chapter 3 - Finders Fee

You can also find me on A03: Give a Little - Chapter 3 - MeDonks - Baldur's Gate (Video Games) [Archive of Our Own]

18+, eventual smut, lots of angst, slow burn romance.

After finishing supper alone in her room, Edith changed into a nightshirt before crawling under the covers, journal in hand. The only light in the room was from a lone candle on the bedside table, where it created an island of dim light over her bed.

She had just finished writing a verse in her journal when she mumbled to herself in irritation and crossed out the whole thing. She continued trying to work out the words, whispering them quietly to herself, but no matter how she changed a word here or tweaked the cadence there, she just couldn't make it work.

Frustrated, she tossed the journal aside, where it came to a rest precariously balanced on the edge of her bed. Grunting in annoyance, she kicked her foot into the mattress hard enough to jostle the journal, causing it to tumble over the edge to land with a sharp slap on the floor.

I should just go to sleep. Let this day be over with.

A soft rapping at her door made her freeze and hold her breath. She knew that knock.

Shit. I’m not ready to face him yet.

She lay still hoping he might think she was asleep and leave, but the knock came again, this time a little louder followed by Astarion's voice, “Edith, can we talk?”

Heart starting to race, she felt a wave of anxiety swell within her. She slowly sat up and crossed her legs beneath her while staring at the closed door. Why hadn’t she thought to lock it before she got into bed?

Because I hoped he would come.

His voice called out to her again, “I know you’re awake”

Not moving, she gathered the blankets up in her hands and hugged them to her chest like a child would to keep the monster under the bed at bay.

Faintly, she heard a single muffled word plead through the door, “Please?”

A few more heartbeats passed before she finally called out, “It’s unlocked.”

For a long moment, nothing happened.

Maybe he hadn’t heard her? Or maybe he had already left when she called back. Maybe he hadn't even been there at all and it was her mind playing tricks on her.

She saw the lever slowly turn and the latch released with a soft click. The door slowly swung open, hinges letting out a thin squeal, to reveal Astarion standing just outside the doorway.

The expression he wore on his face was not what she expected to see. It looked as if he was apprehensive and self conscious. The latter of which she had never seen grace the high elf’s face.

Still standing just outside, Astarion looked down to the floor, his mouth twisting in discomfort as he defeatedly asked, “May I come in?”

She blinked once at him in confusion before realizing that he had never been inside her room before. She had always gone to him when it was time for him to feed.

When she had called out to him, all she had done was inform him that the door was unlocked, which was not an invitation. Without it, he could not enter.

Guilt tugged at her heart as she realized that she had put him in the position where he had to ask. A reminder of another freedom he had lost.

“Please, come in, Astarion.”

He carefully stepped across the threshold into her room, and uneasily swung the door closed with a soft click before turning to face her. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other in uncertainty while fidgeting with something that he held in his hands.

Curiosity getting the better of her, she asked, “What do you have there?”

Astarion looked back up to her and hefted the object in his hand, as if testing its weight and said, “You left this when you…” He trailed off, not finishing the sentence as he took a step towards her lifting the item out towards her.

Another wave of guilt washed over her as she realized it was the kerchief he had given her – She left it behind when she fled his room earlier.

“I appreciate the thought you put into it. It’s lovely,” she said while holding her hand out for him to bring it to her.

Relief flickered across his face and he crossed the room to place the kerchief with a flourish and a bow into her waiting palm.

She held it up to look it over again. The stitches were precise and flowed gracefully as they formed her initials and she rubbed her finger over the two spots of blood that had dried and turned a dark brown against the milky white of the cloth.

When she looked back up she found that he was watching her, brows knit together, and mouth set in a hard line. It looked as if he was considering asking her a question.

Instead of a question, he made a measured observation, “I didn't see you with the others this evening.”

So he’s playing it safe then. I can work with that.

“I was tired after my set, so I turned in early,” she said, shrugging with one shoulder and set the embroidered cloth down on her night stand. It wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the full truth. “Took some time to work on my music.”

His eyes narrowed as he studied her face, expression contemplative, as if he was trying to make a decision about something. “Shadowheart and Gale were having an argument – practically at each others throats. You wouldn't happen to know what that might have been about, would you?”

You Bitch. We were playing it safe.

His crimson eyes burned into hers as he watched for any reaction and indignation flared up within her. She used it as fuel to challenge his gaze with her own.

“I know they went to the market this afternoon. Maybe something happened while they were out shopping?”

Another half truth.

A muscle in his jaw twitched and his eyes flared with amusement. They both knew that it wasn't enough to deter him from pressing her further.

“I overheard Gale mention something. Hmm. What was it now?” He pondered out loud while tapping a finger on his chin as he mimed being deep in thought. “Oh,” he grinned, eyes gleaming. “Was it something about restoration scrolls?”

Dammit Gale! If you told him…

Her heart started to thrum forcefully inside her chest. Not wanting him to know how close he was to cornering her she steeled her nerves in an effort to keep her expression as neutral as possible.

“Shadowheart wants Gale to make some restoration scrolls for me. That way she doesn't have to worry about being here when I need it,” She gave him a pointed look, “If you weren’t so intent on being surly, they might have been more inclined to help.”

She had hoped that her bluntness would cause him to falter, giving her the upper hand, but he just threw his head back letting out a sharp laugh.

“Darling, with the way those bootlickers fall all over themselves to fulfill your every wish, you will have more scrolls than you know what to do with before the week is out,” he mocked, deflecting her admonishment.

“Well if I had a choice, I’d obviously prefer to be fawned over than manipulated,” Edith snapped back at him.

The smile dropped from his face as he flinched at the sharpness of her words. He clearly understood the accusation.

For once she had managed to get the last word, yet it wasn't nearly as satisfying as she had thought it might be. Instead, she found that getting the last word made her feel spiteful.

With a deep sigh, he sank down to sit on the edge of her bed. “I suppose I wasn't a very good friend today,” he said while focusing on his hands, unable to meet her eye.

“Astarion, you don’t – ” she abruptly stops, realizing that she had started to reach out to him.

The movement drew Astarions attention to her hand where it hovered in the air between them before she let it drop back to the bed.

“I’m just as much to blame for what happened today,” Edith finally spoke softly. “I know how you get, especially when you haven’t fed for a while, and even more so right aft–”

“Darling, Do I need to remind you that it was you who seduced me this afternoon and not the other way around? Bloodlust had nothing to do with it,” Astarion cut her off smugly, flashing an overly pleased grin at her.

“Astarion, I’m being serious,” she said in exasperation as her cheeks turned pink. “What I’m trying to say is that I would appreciate it if you would at least try to not toy with my feelings.”

He reached over and collected her hand from where it still lay on the bed between them. “I distinctly recall having to play with a certain feeling of my own, alone, after you left so abruptly. How is that not the same?”

“How can you say that as if you haven't been taking every opportunity to remind me how easy it was for you to seduce me,” she pulled her hand from his grasp and shot him an offended look.

A moment went by while Astarion eyed her. “I see. Well then, If that's how you feel…” he trailed off as his eyes glazed over with a haunted look.

I’ve gone about this all wrong.

Her feelings were one thing, but to accuse him of being the monster he believed that Cazador had made him to be, filled Edith with immense remorse.

I’m the monster here, not him.

“Astarion, –”

He raised a hand silencing her as he sat up straighter, “No, You are right. I have been taking liberties with you, and that is not something a friend should do. Not when you have selflessly given so much of yourself to me. I’m indebted to you”

When he went as if to stand, Edith stopped him with a light touch on his arm. It was such a delicate thing, but he froze as if she had cast Hold Person on him. Pushing the pile of blankets from her lap she crawled across the bed to sit facing him.

“You owe me nothing.” She waited until he turned to face her before continuing. “Do you hear me? What I give to you, is given free of any tally or expectation. You are not beholden to anyone, myself least of all.”

She held his gaze until the shadow of torment began to fade from his eyes, before she rose up on her knees to pull him into a hug. Without hesitation, his arms wrapped around her waist and his head came to rest on her shoulder, the tip of his nose brushing her neck.

Neither moved from the embrace for a long moment but the bubble of peace was finally interrupted by the sound of Astarion’s sigh – followed by a gust of air flowing down Edith's night shirt.

“You are an absolute menace!” She pushed him away. “I do know that you have no need to breathe, you know.” She said, crossing her arms in front of her chest as she suppressed a smile.

“What? I figured that I shouldn't be the only one enjoying myself, so I thought I’d give you a little something in return. Besides, I had quite the view and I like hearing how it makes your heart flutter,” he said coquettishly.

“How selfless of you,” she said dryly “But in all seriousness, please – just – It wasn't easy for me to close that door with you the first time, and I can't have you coming and going as you please,” she said cryptically, giving him a guarded look.

“Who says I want to leave?” He asked feigning ignorance.

The sly smile on his face told her that he knew exactly what she meant, but he wanted her to say it. Spell it out.

He has me cornered, like a cat with a mouse.

“You know what I mean, Astarion.”

“Can’t say that I do. Please enlighten me,” he said, giving her the same predatory expression for the second time that day.

“Please don't do this Astarion.”

I can’t say it. If I do, there will be no going back and –

An idea came to her. It had worked earlier with Gale, maybe it would with Astarion too…

“I was thinking…” she said, sliding him a hesitant look to draw him in.

His smile broadened as he anticipated her words, “I’m all pointy ears.”

“I was thinking that you might benefit from feeding more. Maybe twice a week instead of just once?”

She watched as his expression morphed through several emotions as he processed her words– confusion, surprise and then finally settling on delight.

“You know, just to give it a try, and – well – only if I can get Gale to agree to making the restoration scrolls for me.” Edith quickly added before he could say anything.

At the mention of the restoration scrolls, he broke out into a beaming smile and Edith realized that even when she managed to escape one of his traps, she had inadvertently fallen into another.

At least this is one I can handle the consequences of.

I hope.

“So you did know what they were on about! Aren't you a cheeky little pup,” he purred.

Bracing herself, knowing that in the height of his perceived victory over her, he would now be launching into another spree of excessive flattery. She crossed her arm in front of her chest and fixed him with an irked glare.

Not easily deterred, he leaned in towards her saying, “I wonder what I could have possibly done for you to offer even more of yourself to me.”

I’d let you do anything you wanted with me.

No! Edie, get your shit together!

She scooted back on the bed, to put some distance between them before she did something impulsive.

Instead, Astarion followed her, leaning on his hands and scooting towards her.

Then something pulled his attention away – on the ground near his feet. He reached down to pick it up, and when he sat back up, she saw what he held – her journal.

“No. No!” She lunged at him gasping.

He was too quick for her though. Lifting it over his head in the hand opposite from her, he peered up to spy the titles of her songs – flipping one-handedly through its pages.

She had landed in a heap on his lap and she scrambled to right herself as she reached for the notebook. Despite her desperate attempts, it was beyond her reach.

“All of Me? Hmm I wonder what this one is about? Give a Little. Why not a lot? Or this one...” he read out loud, voice sounding tantalized. “I Went to Far. Oh now that one sounds very intriguing. Let's have a look shall we?” he said, looking down at her.

Eyes wide with panic, she climbed higher on to his lap to reach the journal, trying to snatch it away before he could see any more. “Please don’t. Astarion no! Give that to me. Don’t read that. It’s private. Please!” she pleaded in distress.

Ignoring her while dodging her fruitless attempts to retrieve it, he began reading lines of the song. “Begging on my knees? Hold your arms around me? Give me some love. Blood was a taste of bittersweet?” He looked back to her saying, “Darling, if this is what you have been wanting, all you have to do is ask. Although, if you really want to do it while on your knees, I could certainly be persuaded to indulge you.”

As he began to read aloud the words she had written that evening, she froze, eyes going wide in horror. At some point in her struggles to reclaim the book, she found herself straddling his lap. She wasn't certain if it was to keep her from falling or fleeing but he had wrapped an arm around her waist to place a firm hand on her lower back – keeping her in place.

Feeling as if she had been stripped bare before him, he continued. All the songs she had written – most of which were about him, would let him know just how much she had been pining for him.

“It looks like that was the most recent entry too. When was this one written? Hmm?” He asked, giving her a knowing wink.

“Just stop. Please,” she said weakly.

“Oh alright. I’ll keep my eyes to myself. However, there is this small matter of a thing called a finders fee if you want it back,” he said looking pleased with himself.

He knows that I’m so close to caving. What does he want from me?

“Astarion, I don’t think –” She was interrupted when he pulled her fully into him making her gasp at the shock of their bodies suddenly fitting flush together.

His hand then dropped to grab ahold of her ass as he rolled his hips beneath her. The burning desire that had been extinguished earlier in the day came roaring back to life in an instant when she felt his increasingly firm arousal pressing against her core.

Oh Gods. I can’t let myself fall for this twice in the same day.

The tips of his cool fingers pressed into her skin like claws just beyond where the fabric of her underwear ended, and flesh began. Realizing that she was only wearing a nightshirt and underwear, he raised an eyebrow at her.

“I don’t recall this being what you wore to bed when we were together. So many layers, but this…” He trailed off while trailing his fingertips along the skin of her back, under her nightshirt, “This is nice”

The tickle of his touch triggered her back to arch, which in turn caused her to involuntary grind against his lap drawing an approving hum from Astarion.

Breath catching in her throat, she froze.

Please give it to me. She thought, but she wasn't even sure if it was the journal she wanted, or him.

Can't it be both?

Astarion looked at her inquiringly, raising an eyebrow while he wiggled the journal he still held aloft in his hand.

She reached up for the journal, but it was still well outside of her reach while he held her against him and she felt his hardness shift against her core again.

“I still haven't received payment, Darling,” he tutted at her.

“You’re a god's damned fiend, Astarion,” she said through gritted teeth.

He chuckled at her insult, and lowered his face towards hers. She closed her eyes in anticipation of his lips finding hers, but when they never came she slowly opened them to see that he had stopped just an inch away.

He was waiting. Watching her. When he saw her eyes open he smiled with the knowledge that she had wanted him to kiss her.

“I know you are capable of figuring something out,” he purred and she felt him flex beneath her.

Edith closed her eyes as he pulsed against her, resisting the urge of her body's yearning to respond. Opening her eyes, she met his gaze again, her breath growing deeper as she continued to deny her growing desire.

I’m weak.

Spineless.

Easy.

Selfish.

“Fuck you,” she snarled at him before grabing him by the face with both hands to roughly kiss him while simultaneously grinding herself down into his lap with all the force she could muster.

Dropping the book to the bed, he wrapped both arms around her, and set the rhythm for their bodies moving together. Taking her hands from his face she encircled her arms around his neck and embraced his head, pressing him into her with a needy desperation.

Without warning, he turned and pressed her into the soft mattress, his full weight on top of her. She let out a whimper as the air rushed out of her lungs and her legs wrapped around his hips, accepting his presence between them.

Lifting himself up onto one elbow he slipped his other hand under her hips to bring her somehow even closer, causing Edith to writhe against him.

He then began to tease at her underwear, slowly working them down over her hips and then to her thighs. Once they reached her knees, she kicked at them before they dropped the final distance to the floor at the foot of the bed.

Now sitting back on his knees between her legs, Astarion’s eyes hungrily took in the view of her sex. She held her breath as she watched him give her slippery folds a stroke drawing a moan from her as her eyes fluttered closed.

As he massaged in little teasing circles around her clit with one hand, he took the hem of her nightshirt in the other to bunch the fabric under her chin revealing her breasts where he softly brushed across a nipple causing it to harden. When she opened her eyes, he was leaning down to take the pointed tip in his mouth.

She went rigid when she saw the look on his face.

His eyes were dark and distant and they were staring right through her.

Miles away.

Shame and rage filled her in unison.

She snapped her legs closed, trapping his wrist between her thighs and quickly pulled him away from her breast to look into his eyes. “Astarion, we don’t have to do this. You don’t have to do this," she spoke between deep breaths as she tried to reign in her arousal, pushing it away in disgust.

He sat up and moved back off the bed to stand, still facing her, eyes darting around the room as a storm raged in his mind. She scrambled up to her knees and reached out to place a comforting hand on his arm. At her touch his eyes briefly snapped to her, face unreadable. There were too many thoughts swirling behind his eyes, preventing any single one to take purchase in his expression.

“Astarion, I’m so sorry. I was being selfish. I never should have –,” she started to say.

Without looking at her, he brusquely brushed her hand from his arm and quickly walked over to the door, yanking it open and swiftly disappeared from her sight.

Not a single word spoken, he just – left.

A moment later, Gale came into view from the direction Astarion had gone. Stopping when he noticed that the door to her room was open and their eyes met.

Gale then turned to look back down the hall in the direction Astarion had gone and his expression went from confusion to indignation.

When he looked back into her room, Edith saw his face twist in revulsion as he caught sight of her underclothes on the floor at the foot of her bed.

Heaving a sigh, he reached for the latch and fixed her with a look of pity laced with disappointment before wordlessly shutting the door.

[risewriter]

ROTTMNT: Lost & Found

Leo: *Sits behind his booth* Come one, come all! You lost it? I found it!

Raph: *Looks at Leo’s items* Hey! This is the boxing glove I lost!

Leo: What can I say? I’m a master Finder~!

Donnie: How could I possibly have lost my energy converter?

Leo: You lost it so badly, D~!

Donnie: No, you stole it from my safe.

Leo: Just for that obvious false accusation, your item will cost 10 bucks.

Raph: You mean they ain’t free?!