#lucinda// find me where the wild things are
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birlwrites ¡ 2 years ago
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regulus comforting barty in the last chapter was so !!!!!
I WOULDNT RIDE OFF INTO THE SUNSET WITHOUT YOU
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can u maybe talk about bartys thought process in this scene, ik regulus noticed him shutting down a bit but is he the type to overthinkiverthinkoverthink or just have sirens and screaming and crashing noises in his head when he's panicking
THANK YOU!!!
regulus does not overthink an emotional conversation one (1) time and accidentally POPS OFF with THERE'S NO HAPPY ENDING FOR ME UNLESS YOU'RE IN IT
barty's more of the *record scratch* *sirens* type, he doesn't really spiral the same way regulus does, it's a Red Flag Red Flag Red Flag sort of thing
buuuuut this scene isn't very long SO! i'm just going to go through the entire thing
(i'll be including direct quotes from chapter 54 below the cut, but i'm not going to tag this as spoilers since it's a chapter that's already been posted)
so, first of all: barty comes in expecting this to be about the war. that's important because that's his mental context - this is about battle and loyalty and allegiance and intelligence and whether evan is trustworthy. because 'is evan trustworthy' was a question barty and regulus were asking each other YESTERDAY. LITERALLY THE PREVIOUS DAY. (a lot of words have elapsed since it's a busy couple of days for regulus, but like, THAT WAS SUNDAY. THIS IS MONDAY. TECHNICALLY TUESDAY BECAUSE IT'S AFTER MIDNIGHT BUT EMOTIONALLY MONDAY.)
and he is also tired and that's important too!! he is not alert, his brain is slow, he doesn't have Overthinking Everything About Evan to keep him awake (regulus has been vibrating out of his skin for the past 20 minutes at LEAST). like he's paying *attention* because this seems *important* but he is tired.
so right away: regulus goes off script. he's talking around stuff. he's mentioning lucinda???? lucinda's not involved in the war?????
this is when barty begins to get the sense that maybe he made an incorrect assumption about why he was being summoned at 2 in the morning. but he really does not know where regulus is going with this, so it's not an 'ohmygod feelings' moment, it's a '?????' moment. hence his visual confusion - he's very much lost already. regulus what. just tell me. i am so sleepy
but there's a long pause there!! and in that long pause, barty has the thought of: lucinda was gossiping about people yearning for each other at dinner.
he doesn't like having that thought, and that's why he responds with "Lucinda spent all of dinner talking about Hufflepuffs you find incredibly dull" - giving regulus an opportunity to clarify what the fuck he's talking about. and regulus... sort of clarifies, but not in a direction barty really likes - i'd call his thought process really along the lines of 'wordless seeping dread' here
and then regulus basically goes 'i have a huge crush on evan' and everything DOES click into place for barty
if regulus were in this position, he'd spiral - super long rambly paragraphs of inner monologue about implications and emotions and all of that. barty is more... nonverbal about it, if that makes sense? inarticulate? just like an 'oh.' and with that 'oh' comes a general sense of 'regulus is not mine anymore.'
after barty's "Oh" when regulus starts talking again, barty isn't really... listening? like he's hearing the words regulus is saying but he's just kind of mentally reduced to that one feeling, putting the world into a new configuration. when he says "So... you like him," that's... 'admitting defeat' is too strong of a phrase, but it's not WRONG. that's half resignation, half 'am i going insane, is regulus about to be like no dude how the fuck did you come to that wild-ass conclusion?'
because this is OUT OF LEFT FIELD for regulus. he's never breathed a word about being romantically interested in anyone ever. barty got very comfortable with that status quo. which is now being ripped out from under his feet. yay!
regulus, of course, charges onward - he's in Problem Solving Mode, but the problem he's focused on is the Evan Problem. but then barty lets some bitterness slip (he was trying to make a joke. it came out too real.) and then he gets The Regulus Stare Of Investigation because regulus has clocked that something is *off*
and that's when barty pivots! because regulus is asking him for help with this, and he's not going to just be an asshole to his best friend for the crime of having feelings for someone. he can be upset and angst over his life and his crumbling sense of self worth later. right now, regulus requires ASSISTANCE. and barty doesn't want to make regulus feel bad about asking for help because regulus DEFINITELY does not need that, he has a hard enough time with it as it is, and this is an emotionally sensitive topic and barty does NOT want regulus to shut him out so!!! time to be HELPFUL
but too late. regulus has found the problem and he is not letting go of it. barty tries to divert him with another wry comment of sorts, except it doesn't really work, and then he gets another Regulus Stare Of Investigation and then regulus hits him with the "I wouldn't ride off into a sunset without you. I wouldn't like it."
now, this is both a 'oh thank god' moment and a 'mortifying ordeal of being known' moment for barty. he doesn't quite want to acknowledge how PRECISELY regulus identified the problem, because that means acknowledging that on some level, barty *is* possessive of regulus, but in the sense of like... being possessive of his place in regulus's life as Closest Person? it's not even about being most important to regulus - it's about being closest to him. and regulus clearly knows that, which is... a vulnerable moment for barty
but regulus has reaffirmed the most important thing, which is that they are BFFs, and so barty's brain can slowly begin to work again now that regulus has removed the big sudden wrench in the gears
but he is still sleepy and he wants time to adjust/process, hence asking regulus if they really need to discuss it right at that second. if regulus had said yes, then barty would have done it, but he is relieved that he can go
and barty is STILL sad about it. that's important. he's going to be supportive but he's sad because it means their dynamic *will* change somehow, unless regulus gets over evan like. asap, which probably won't happen. but at least regulus isn't *leaving.*
barty's going to continue to feel insecure about that - they'll need to talk about it more before it's really resolved, and to some degree barty won't really feel solid in the new normal until it's pretty settled and he actually knows how he and regulus work these days because he has proof
BUT!!! he and regulus are at least on the same page about being vital to each other's happiness. so there's that!
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cadreformed ¡ 4 years ago
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EROS:  • scornful jealousy • pink • presents a certain decorum • heavy air in a nightclub • has a tattoo they regret • sex & love therapist for their friends • juvenescent • uses enchantments • aloof • wears rose-coloured glasses • velvet, latex, & lingerie • milk baths with champagne bubbles • impetuous in love • intense eye contact is a sport • kinky • soft lips • wears stacked rings • sets fashion trends •graceful movements • marble floors • heavy perfume or cologne • deeply emotional • born glamorous •
HECATE:  • prefers canine companions • wears symbolic jewelry • can see spirits •melting wax • uses hexes • feels most comfortable at night • smell of cinnamon •moonlight • red wine • understands poisons & herbs • collects bones or feathers •partakes in rituals • black • fog at night • is aware of their shadow self • embraces the unknown • enjoys collecting secrets • approves of necromancy • meditates • has prophetic dreams • lace • knowing too many secrets • fishnet stockings
PAN:  • enjoys poetry & prose • wool • smell of decaying leaves in autumn • prefers to be barefoot  • tends to overindulge  • easily excitable • thriving in social circles • loves being around campfire  • antlers • dirt paths • the sound of wind chimes • penchant for sticky fingers • pine trees • stamina for days • falls in lust • vagabond •physically stronger than given credit for • foxglove • welcomes luxury • non-confrontational • charming words • talking to animals • nature for jewelry •
NEMESIS:  • angry • protective of their values • balance & harmony • looks like an angel but isn’t • more perceptive than people realize • snow capped mountains • grey • wears leather • silver jewelry • likes snakes • can’t stand ignorance • believes in retribution • analytical of own emotions • well read • marble columns • has very rigid morals • bruised knuckles • humorous under the sarcasm • clean workspace •everything in moderation • cold morning air • resting glare face • fluent in curse words  •
HYPNOS:  • very calm demeanor • easily overwhelmed • relaxing is their vice •transactional friendships • has a soft voice • head in the clouds • carries drugs with them • has a sibling they’re close with • drawn to winged animals • lavender • has plush furniture/blankets  • starry eyed • horrible money management  • gives amazing hugs • dreaming big as a full time job • wears comfy or loose clothes • existential questions • not good at memory based skills • fairy lights • can’t sleep somewhere unfamiliar • crystalline chandeliers • dislikes bright sun • fluttering eyelashes  •
IRIS:  • life’s a technicolor spectrum • has a lot to say • beaming smiles • always has candy with them • flirting by accident • walking to the beat of their own drum • gossamer curtains • has a surprising amount of connections • blushes very easily • confident laughter • uses a staff • fresh fruit slices • decorated handwritten letters •a social chameleon • blood made of honey • treating people with kindness • sentimental heart • vases full of wildflowers • feels fulfilled when helping others • has a healing aura • always travelling • stained glass windows • just trying to be a good person
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cadreformed ¡ 3 years ago
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“……..” people can say what they will about lucinda guthrie, but she had a way of shutting up one of the world’s most long - winded public speakers.
(what is a vore suit—— … the question arose in charles’ mind, but he almost immediately decided that he would probably prefer the bliss of ignorance on this one.)
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charles reached out and plucked a puffin out of the mangled flock. with well - contained hesitation, the high - born professor took a bite… — sugary sweetness permeated his tongue and xavier found himself holding back a cough as crumbs of orea clung to the back of his throat.
“… t - thank you, mrs. guthrie… m - may i have a glass of water or tea?”
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She watches him not with hesitation but with expectation. Grey eyes scrutinizing his limited feature for any hint of an emotional response. Difficult to do when your conversation partner was wearing a giant globe on his head.
Lucinda figured it was a fancy way of keeping everyone else out and getting into everyone else. After all he wasn't exactly acting like the man she had once met. Yet she has attended more funerals for him literally and metaphorically than she can count. That was life after all. No one stays the same.
Leaving him for a moment she returns with a glass of water, placing if before him. " how do you even see with that fish bowl on? You look like Sam when I made him his astronaut costume in 3rd grade and he demanded not eye holes because it had to be authentic."
She laughs low. Same year Sam had gotten a concussion.
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cbjustmusic ¡ 2 years ago
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Margo Timmins from Cowboy Junkies covering Lucinda Williams’ “Side of the Road”. _____________________ Side of the Road Songwriter: Lucinda Williams
You wait in the car on the side of the road Lemme go and stand awhile I wanna know you're there But I wanna be alone
If only for a minute or two I wanna see what it feels like to be without you I wanna know the touch of my own skin Against the sun, against the wind
I walked out in a field, the grass was high It brushed against my legs I just stood and looked out at the open space And a farmhouse out a ways
And I wondered about the people who lived in it And I wondered if they were happy and content Were there children and a man and a wife? Did she love him and take her hair down at night?
If I stray away too far from you Don't go and try to find me It doesn't mean I don't love you It doesn't mean I won't come back and stay beside you
It only means, I need a little time To follow that unbroken line To a place where the wild things grow To a place where I used to always go
If only for a minute or two I wanna see what it feels like to be without you I wanna know the touch of my own skin Against the sun, against the wind
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ds-ts-smut-fics ¡ 4 years ago
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Far From Home [Chapter Four]
Chapter One
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Synopsis: Remus and Logan arrive at the swamp and find things are not as they expected. 
Trigger Warnings: NSFW, explicit sex scene, demonic possession, DnD-typical violence, lmk if i missed anything!
Words: 6,422
A/N: Explicit sex scene at the very end of this chapter, there'll be a paragraph in bold where it starts so you can stop reading there, you won't miss anything past the sex. Also: Remus and Logan are level 6 after this chapter! I gave Remus another level in Bard, and he chose the College of Whispers per Adelaide's request, and as far as I know, Logan picked another level in Monk. I honestly didn't expect this battle to be so difficult, I almost killed the both of us several times :)
It only took half an hour to arrive at the outer edges of the swamp. 
Remus hopped off Juniper and walked a little ahead so he could warn Logan to get her out of the way if needed. The swamp was quiet aside from the occasional buzzing or calling of insects, and the gloopy, sucking footsteps of their group. The fog was too dense to see very far ahead. 
Making a small face, he ducks a hanging vine. "I hate it already… any signs yet?" 
“Yeah, I’m picking up some tracks,” he murmured, eyebrow furrowed in confusion. “Didn’t you say the hag is a little girl?” 
"They usually attain full form at 12 or 13, kinda a shitty thing really, not becoming an adult human but a disgusting creature. Why?" Squinting, he tries to see what Remus does. 
“These footprints are huge.” He looked up and tried to see through the fog to no avail. “How big do hags become?” 
"Like, human adult size I think? How big are the prints… Oh dear, was she coming here because her mother was here and is teaching her to hunt?!"
“What?” Remus laughed and looked up. “What are you talking about?”
"Sorry… My mind jumped to terrible scenarios of death. Show me what you mean, Remus?" Sliding down carefully, he waits for Remus to point out what he's seen.
“I still don’t… Really know what you mean, but…” He laughed and squatted down to one of the footprints. “This. Can you tell what that is?” 
"Oh dear… That's not a hag… That's a giant of some variety." He looks around them carefully. "We should not go that way maybe?"
Remus pulled out the map of the swamp given to them by Lucinda. He squinted at it. “The Blackmarsh Ruins are in the centre of the swamp… We can try to go around but I don’t want to waste too much time. Maybe we could leave Juniper here and try to stay hidden?”
Humming, Logan nods. "Probably for the best… I don't want her getting hurt." 
Remus pet her for a moment and kissed her snout, then helped Logan down. 
She nudges Remus gently before wandering to the edge of the swamp to find some grass to graze on. Logan smiles as he leans on Remus gently. "Mmm… So, lead the way, my dear?"  
“Yeah. Get down.” 
They crept close to the dense foliage, using the fog as cover, as they headed towards the ruins. Remus frowned in confusion as they stopped about ten feet away from tall, rickety walls. They were haphazardly made with jagged, cut tree trunks and nails sticking out or bent. 
Two half-ogres towered near an entrance, grunting at each other, each brandishing an axe with huge blades and fairly short hilts. 
Remus swallowed and gripped onto Logan’s arm to keep him from continuing. 
A moment later, another half-ogre came out of the entrance. Remus held his breath. Eyes following Remus' line of sight, Logan ducks a little more, trying to figure out a way past. This isn't good… they're too big, too many to try and fight.
Remus gripped Logan’s hand, mind reeling with fragments of plans. 
The half-ogres grunted at each other for a few minutes, before a fourth one came out, snapping and yelling at the other three. 
Stroking Remus' knuckles, Logan points backwards, gesturing for a silent retreat. Remus looked at him in surprise and shook his head. 
Arching an eyebrow, Logan raises 4 fingers questions in his eyes. You think we can take all 4, Rem? 
Under his breath, Remus snapped, “I’m not leaving.” 
He looked back to the half-ogres, only to find one staring right at him. He ripped his hand from Logan’s and sprinted away, closer to the wall. 
Logan curses softly, creeping closer and aiming to position himself behind the group that is now thoroughly distracted by Remus. 
Remus pulled out his sickles as one of the half-ogres pointed him out and the others ran towards him. Adelaide’s voice crept under Remus’ as he narrowed his eyes and snapped under his breath. One of them stopped and flinched. It roared in frustration and shook his head. 
It charged at Remus and attacked with the battleaxe, Remus jumping out of the way before it could hit. Another one came up right behind the first, cutting a slash across Remus’ arm. Remus grit his teeth and hissed in pain. 
Spotting Logan, the fourth ogre points and bellows before hurling a javelin at the new opponent, missing by a wide margin, but alerting his counterparts that there are two attackers. The last ogre decides to swing at Logan with his battle axe but gets too excited and slips on a patch of muddy grass, missing as well.
Logan grins, deciding to strike the one that had attacked Remus with his sword, slicing in deeply and grinning widely as the blood sprays. Remus sliced twice with his sickles, letting out an angry yell. One slammed hard into a half-orgre’s face, leaving a large, bleeding crack, his other sickle flying over the ogre’s head. 
The half-ogre grunted and straightened itself up, its body already battered, bruised, and bloody. It brought its battleaxe over Remus’ head, only for its eyes to roll back as it stumbled, the axe landing harmlessly in the ground. The half-ogre next to it ran to attack Remus as well, and tripped over the fallen axe, landing on the grass. 
Axe now in hand, the one that had tried to javelin Remus swipes at Logan, deciding to avoid the dark little fury for now, missing again in his shock over two comrades tripping over themselves. 
The last one also swings at Logan, hitting him hard in the side and making him wheeze out a shocked breath before turning to swing back and return the favor. 
Remus’ eyes widened, fear jolting through him. He dashed between the two ogres’ legs, yelling as an axe came down on the back of his calf, and brought his sickles down on the ogre that hit Logan. The ogre yelled in rage and pain, falling to its knees and struggling to stand.
The half-ogre that had gotten Remus’ leg turned with thunderous stomps. It bought its axe up, wheezing through pained breaths, and lost hold of its axe. It screamed as the axe fell onto its foot. The last ogre snapped a few things in Giant and readied a javelin. 
The javelin soared through the air and buried itself in Logan’s arm, poking out the other side as he curses and staggers a little. 
The healthiest half ogre grins and swings at Logan hard, axe digging in and sending him to the ground with a spray of blood, just barely conscious. The last ogre claps its hands when it goes to swing, dropping its axe on its own foot. 
Logan pants hard, hand glowing as he heals himself a little with ki and fumbles for a potion of healing, drinking deeply. Remus fumbled for his own health potion, taking the biggest vial. Remus’ wounds healed over, the red liquid glowing under his skin as it rushed through his body. He ripped a small pouch from his belt and tossed it, a thousand shiny metal balls rolling over the ground. Remus forced an encouraging smile to Logan. 
One of the half-ogres jumped out of the way just as the ball bearings came out, the other charging at Logan and slipping hard, landing on his axe. He bled out on the ground. 
One of the ogres struggled to its feet, panting and huffing in rage. It turned to Remus and brought its axe up to attack, and Remus easily stepped out of the way. 
Shifting carefully the other two remaining ogres stand, the first not caring and running at Remus but his wild swing misses and he falls again with a heavy thud. The last one is a bit more careful, swinging at Logan who's a closer target, but he also misses.
Logan chuckles, using the panicked swing to slice under its arm and send it to the ground.  Remus took a second with heavy breathing to take in the situation, the half-ogre at the brink of death, the ones beat up and staggering, the last who hadn’t been hit once. Remus squeezed his eyes shut, panic coursing through his system. 
Let me help. 
“Fuck off, Adelaide,” he groaned under his breath, and brandished his sickles. 
He ran to one of the half-ogres attacking Logan and leapt, landing on the ogre’s back and bringing his sickles down hard. The sickles squelched into its head, and all of its muscles tensed and locked under Remus’ thighs. Remus landed on his feet as the ogre fell, dead. 
The ogre with the crack to the face snarled at Remus. It turned to leave, and Remus sliced his sickle out in panic, slashed it in the back of the head but it kept running and disappeared into the walled ruins. 
"That can't be good…" Logan hums softly, watching the other ogre slowly back up to follow. "Give chase or let them be?"
Remus growled in frustration. “We won’t be able to catch up, let’s finish this!” 
Logan nods, sending one of his darts at the slower ogre, hitting it hard as he runs their way. 
Grinning wickedly, Logan nods, tossing another dart and whooping softly as it drops dead, skidding to a halt to look for the one that got all the way to the ruins. All that laid ahead was the sunken, rotting frames of the old buildings. Sloppy footsteps trailed towards the most put-together building in sight, an inn half-sunken into the mud. 
Remus got on his hands and knees to find his ball bearings. “How are you feeling?” 
Kneeling to help, he hums, assessing. "Not dead yet, you?" 
Finding the majority of them and securing them back on his belt, Remus rolled his shoulders and cracked his back. “Would’ve been dead if not for that potion. Fine now, though. If you’re good, we should keep moving in case the ogre gets back with more help.” 
"I hear that loud and clear…" Touching his chest, he uses his ki once more to patch up more of his wounds. "I know I almost passed out myself." 
Remus grabbed his hand and stared at him seriously. “You can leave. Go back to Juniper and wait in town, let me handle this myself.” 
Squeezing Remus' hand, he shakes his head, lifting it to kiss him softly. "I can't do that. I promised to be your support, dear. We promised to go after this sea hag together and that's what we'll do." 
Remus took in a shaky breath and sighed. “Okay. Let’s go.” 
Remus crouched down as they moved through the ruins, heading slowly towards the inn. Remus stopped a few times to listen, but there was only silence. Logan slides along carefully, martial training helping him to blend into the scenery as he keeps an eye out, cleaning his weapons after tugging the darts out of the one he felled with them.
Remus gestured for Logan to wait as he scouted forward, creeping up to one of the broken windows. He peeked inside. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. 
Two sea hags hid behind the counter, just barely poking out. Neither of them had silver hair. The half-ogre that had gotten away stood poised by the door, battleaxe raised. One of the hags narrowed her eyes and her gaze snapped to Remus’. 
“Motherfucker,” he snapped under his breath and pulled out his sickles. 
Without waiting for Logan, he kicked the door down and attacked the half-ogre. Remus barely managed to miss, yelling in frustration. Remus slashed with his sickles again, blood pouring from the half ogre’s wounds. 
Whistling softly, Logan leans in and stabs at the ogre, sending it down in a gurgle of blood, dead. As Logan came into the inn, Silver dropped from the ceiling in an attempt to grapple him. Logan leapt out of the way just in time for her to land on the ground and snarl at him. 
“You bitch, you should’ve never come here,” she snapped. 
The two sea hags hidden behind the counter jumped at the sight of their dead bodyguard. The one with long, dripping wet seaweed hair read from an old book, the other two joining in on the chants. A cone of sickening green light launched out to Logan. 
The smaller, thinner hag snarled at Remus and charged him with her claws. Remus ducked out of the way with a gasp. Remus came at her with his sickles, growling in frustration. She hissed as a cut opened on her cheek. 
Slicing at the closest antagonist, Logan hums. "I'm not a bitch, I'm a monk!" 
Silver leapt at him, blinded by her rage and slashing uselessly with her claws. The two hags in the bag chanted together, and a blast of lightning shot out towards Remus. Remus’ eyes widened but he couldn’t jump away in time. His entire body convulsed, his skin smoking, and he fell unconscious on the ground. 
"Remus!!" Logan screams out and slashes at Silver harshly. 
Remus fought to get up, to open his eyes, his entire body heavy and burning. He let out a little whimper, his fingers twitching. 
Kneeling, Logan takes his hand channeling his ki to help him heal. The hags’ laughter echoed through the inn, their chants growing louder. Silver grinned and held her hand out, fingers spread, and clenched her fist. 
Her grin faded as Logan straightened up, the spell a fail. The long-haired hag leapt over the counter and tossed the book to the thinner one, tearing into Logan’s throat with her claws. The third one flipped through the book in panic. 
Remus gasped and sat up, looking around and taking in the situation. “Fuck,” he groaned, and staggered to his feet. “You ugly, evil fuck,” he snapped at the thin hag, casting vicious mockery. 
The hag dropped the book to hold her head, yelling. 
Panting a little, Logan takes stock, striking at Silver with his sword and fist, slicing her up and pushing her back away from him a little. 
Silver’s eyes locked on Logan, then slipped over his shoulder, at the tiefling spitting magic insults at her mom and sister. She pushed past Logan with a growl and lunged for Remus. 
The mother hag glared Remus and slashed at him as well, bringing him to his knees and wheezing for breath. The sister chanted quietly, eyes focused on Logan. She growled in frustration as Logan once again refused the Hold Person. 
Remus crawled backwards, back against a soggy wall, and fumbled for the last health potion in his bandolier. He gulped it down and chucked away the empty vial, leaving it shattered on the ground. Slicing out at Silver with a small grunt, Logan takes out and chugs his potion, straightening up a little more as he drops the vial. She spat blood on the ground, panting heavily, hair ragged. 
Silver turned and rushed for the exit. Logan stepped in front of her and pushed her back, his and Remus’ blades sinking into her. back and stomach. She gasped and tensed, then fell over, dead. 
“NO!” The mother hag heaved for breath, staring at her dead daughter. 
The sister hag chanted angrily, the mother quickly joining in. 
Remus’ eyes dilated. He swore his hands were still at his side but he watched them bring up his sickles and decapitate Logan, listened to Adelaide’s laughter echo as Logan’s head rolled. He stumbled back, as far back as he could, pressing against the wall. 
"Remus? C'mon… Whatever you saw, it's not real!" Stepping in towards the hags, Logan growls softly, stalking them and swinging as soon as they're in range, missing due to his rage but he gets her on the backswing across the face. 
“You killed my daughter,” she hissed, the sister chanting in the background. “You will regret that!” 
"So far… not really?" He smirks as he shakes off another wave of magic with a laugh.
She pushed past him with a growl, the sister following with their book. 
She screamed as Logan’s short sword speared through the pages. He ripped it up, splitting the book in half. She fumed, but her and her remaining daughter rushed out and disappeared into the fog. 
Remus panted, chest heaving, blinking frantically and looking around. 
Turning to Remus, Logan tries to calm him. "Remus? Can you hear me, hun?" 
“Logan?” He panted. He reached up and cupped Logan’s face, then sighed in relief, pressing their foreheads together. 
Wrapping Remus in a hug, he nods, nuzzling softly. "Yeah, baby… I'm right here." 
Remus looked up. “Where did they go?” 
Gesturing with his sword, he hums. "That way… I did get a parting shot on that book they were always flipping through though!" 
Remus dropped his head on Logan’s shoulder. “Fuck,” he sighed. “They got away.” 
Stroking Remus' hair, Logan nods. "I let them go because you are more important to me… We killed their guards and Silver… We can heal up and track them. They can't have gone far!"
He nodded. “Yeah. Have you found the prisoners?” 
"Why don't we look now? Take a quick search through on our way?" 
Remus pushed himself to his feet. He pressed two fingers to his own forehead, and two to Logan’s. 
Leaning into the touch happily, Logan sighs softly, feeling strength return and wounds heal up more. "Mmm, kiss me, dear one?"
He hesitated. He kissed Logan’s cheek, then said, “We have a job to do.” He squeezed his hand and searched through the inn. 
"I know…. Just had to reassure myself that you're here and safe." He helps check the area with a small smile.
Remus still reeling from his hallucinations, struggling to stop the tremor in his hand, it was mostly up to Logan to find the kidnapped villagers. He quickly came across a locked door. 
Remus came up with a frown. He reached into his skirt for his thieves’ tools. He gets it open quickly, and a thick, heavy stench rolled out. 
Gagging a little, Logan chokes quietly. "Oh dear… That can't be good."
Remus grimaced as he stared into the room. Amongst the dozens of dead bodies were four live ones, two small children, a woman, and a man. 
Logan offers his hands out to help them out of the room. "I promise you're safe now."
The group of them stumbled away from the bodies, all dirty and half-starved, and fell into Logan’s and Remus’ arms. Remus fumbled for his waterskin as Adelaide cackled, poked fun at their expressions and appearances. Remus grimaced and helped the children drink. 
Offering some rations from his belt pouch, Logan makes sure the ones that came to him have water as well, almost chuckling as the boy that resembles Ginger touches his horns. "You seem to be a hit with the small ones again, darling!"
Remus blushed. “Let’s get them to Juniper and back to town.” 
Remus let the small ones climb onto him, Ginger’s brother riding on his back while the girl clung to his front. 
Helping the adults back to the meadow where they left Juniper, Logan smiles gently as the kids cling to Remus. It's honestly adorable how good he is with kids. They trust him.
Logan and Remus got the adults settled on Juniper, while Remus let the kids cling to him. 
“When we get back to town, where should we bring you?” Remus asked. 
The kids just giggle and cling more, but the adults look at each other before saying, "The healing house." 
Logan hums, showing their map and having the woman point it out for them. "I'm guessing you prefer to be checked over before heading to your homes."
The woman nodded. “Yeah. Not that we can’t wait to go home, we just… We’re worried.”
"Understandable!" Logan clicks to Juniper, leading her along the path back to town.  "I can look over you a little first, if that helps at all? I just want to get a little further away from the swamps first." 
They consented with little nods. Remus took watch while Logan carefully examined them, finding them to be bruised, cut up a bit, half-starved and dehydrated, but far from death’s bed. Reporting what he's found and bandaging the small cuts, he smiles softly. "All set… Another little snack and maybe we drop each of you off at your home?" 
Remus pulled his water skin off his belt and shook it a moment. “There’s not much left, but this should tide you over until we get back to the Villas.” 
They all nodded, accepting the food Remus handed them from his rations. They got everyone back to the Villas without problem, dropping the woman and the little girl off at their homes in the residential sector and heading to the orphanage to drop off Ginger’s brother. 
"We'll have to resupply and rest before we try to find those two again… Or should let the guards try round 2?" Knocking on the door of the orphanage again, Logan hums softly.
“I don’t know,” Remus mumbled. “Maybe we should just tell Lucinda what route we’re taking, have her send after us if they return.”
The door opened and Laucion’s eyes practically bulged out of their sockets at the sight of Ginger’s brother. Laucion barely managed to catch him as the small child hurled himself at him. 
Grinning, Logan nods, watching with soft eyes. "Mmm… they can deal with the others that weren't as lucky perhaps?" 
“Yeah,” Remus sighed. 
“Thank you,” Laucion said dumbly. “Just… Thank you. I- I don’t even know what to say, I thought…” 
Logan smiles softly. "It's okay, I understand. It's why we knew we had to help. I'm sorry we didn't come through sooner." 
“Is there anything I can do for you two? Anything at all?” 
Looking at Remus, Logan is a little at a loss, he can't really come up with anything. 
“Here, I have an idea. Wait right here.” 
Laucion disappeared inside, and a few minutes later, came back without Ginger’s brother. He gestured for Logan and Remus to hold out their hands, and put a smooth, round stone in each of their palms. 
“Do you know what these are?” 
Logan turns it in his hands, shaking his head. "I confess that I only know this is lovely?"
Laucion laughed. “They’re sending stones. Keep one on each of you and if you ever get separated, you can use them to talk once a day.” 
"Oh! That's lovely!" Grinning broadly, he carefully tucks it away. "Thank you, so much!" 
“Thank you for bringing him back. Ginger was so overjoyed, I…” He clapped them both on the shoulder. “I spoke to Lucinda for you. She should have a small cash reward for your troubles. Please, come back to the Villas any time, okay?” He laughed. “We could use your help.” 
Logan grins. "Thank you indeed… Not necessary, but thank you! We should get this gentleman home, but pass along good wishes to Ginger and her brother? They're lovely kids!"
“I will. Have a good night.” He smiled and shut the door behind him. 
Remus fit the stone in his bandolier and met back up with the last man. “Where to?” 
"Wherever our last friend needs to go, I'd like to see them all home safe before we stop by the guard station." Logan hums softly, gesturing for the man to direct him as he helps him back onto Juniper. 
Taking the reins, the halfling guides Juniper gently, smiling. "If I know my husband, he's in the shop or storefront. Alberic is such a workaholic when he's worried." 
Remus let out a quiet breath of relief. “We’ve met him. He was really worried. Let’s get you home.” 
Chuckling softly, Arlan hums, hurrying Juniper along and smiling more the closer they get to the shop. "Poor thing falls apart without me, I think. He can't cook for beans."
Remus tied up Juniper’s reigns when they arrived at the blacksmith. He rapped on the door, tapping his foot impatiently. 
Logan helps Arlan down before hugging Remus gently. "Patience, my dear."
The door swung open, Alberic staring up at them with wide eyes. “Well?” 
Arlan sighs, stepping up where he can be seen and opening his arms. "I've missed you too, you great grump!" 
Alberic pushed past the heroes and threw himself into Arlan’s arms. Remus laughed and stepped next to Logan. 
Arlan sighs, wrapping around his husband. "Mmm, there you are, darling." 
Logan whispers softly, arm wrapping around Remus in a gentle embrace. "This is so pure…" 
Alberic looked up with watery eyes. “Please, come inside. I have gifts.”
Remus and Logan followed him to the counter as he dug around underneath. He pulled out a large crate, recognizable a ghost blade and two very sharp sickles sitting inside. 
“I also scrounged up some health potions, and, oh, this one is fun,” he tapped a small jar filled with gray smoke, like he’d pickled a stormcloud, “and, Logan, I saw you work with darts, and I noticed your quiver, Remus. I managed to make you three sedative darts and two poison arrows.” 
"Oh my… This is all so much! Thank you, we have to at least offer some kind of payment." Logan looks a little overwhelmed at all the gifts, being used to a simple existence. 
Arlan hums softly. "A lovely set of gifts, my dear! Perfect for such kind gentlemen!"
He blushed. “You brought my husband back alive. Please take it, or I’ll never be able to forgive myself.” 
Remus shifted uncomfortably. “If you're serious about it… Um, thank you.” ((Go ahead and add 1 standard healing and 1 greater healing to your inv))
Logan shifts a little as well, shy but thankful. "Well… if you insist, thank you. Thank you very much. We should at least give you our previous weapons as stock for upgrading so you're not out as much material." 
“Of course,” Remus said and pulled out his old sickles. “Thank you.”
Trading out his short sword for the ghost blade, Logan makes a gentle bow. "May you live long and prosper, thank you very much." 
Arlan smiles, kissing his husband's cheek. "You're most welcome! Get some rest soon? You've earned it as well as our respect!"
Remus blushed and nodded. “We’re going to visit Lucinda, then get some dinner in the inn. We actually need to get moving tomorrow.” 
Logan nods softly. "Indeed. The last two sea hags were wounded and fled, but we focused on the prisoners first. We might be back through at some point though?"
Remus nodded. “We don’t want to leave you vulnerable. Just… Don’t get too comfortable.” 
Alberic nodded somberly and came to Arlan, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. “We know how to defend ourselves. You should get to Lucinda before she closes up office.” 
Smiling a little, Logan pats Juniper in thanks for her work before swinging up into the saddle again. "Certainly. We'll definitely do our best to track them down on our way to the next town too. See you later!"
The husbands waved, and Remus and Logan brought Juniper back down to the stables. Remus gave each worker a silver in thanks and followed Logan to town hall. 
They came up to the desk. “Lucinda is expecting us,” Remus said. 
Logan bit back a grin as the desk worker scurried off, obviously having heard some rumors about them. She came back out and Lucinda appeared in the doorway, waving Logan and Remus inside. She gestured to the seats across the desk, sitting herself. 
“Tell me what happened.” 
Sitting easily, Logan hums, explaining what had happened briefly, obviously a bit proud that he'd been right about the sea hag and that the young girl was one, and tapping a map on her desk to show where the bodies could be found, he explains their plans for the next day. 
She nodded, her face twisted in a grimace. “Very well. Thank you for helping Blackmarsh Villas. Since two of the hags went free and could come back any day now, I simply can’t afford to give you the full reward, I hope you understand that. Nevertheless, I did scrape something up for you.” 
She pulled two tiny pouches from her desk and placed one in front of each of them. “That’s one hundred platinum each. I hope it’s enough.” 
"But of course. I wasn't expecting a reward, but thank you for doing what you can. If we do come across them and dispatch the two remaining hags, shall we send you word?" Taking the pouch, he counts it carefully before tucking it away.
Remus choked. 
Logan gently pats his knee, also a little flustered by the amount, he tries not to show it. 
“Is there anything else I can do for you two?”
“Um…” Remus swallowed and pulled out his map of the continent. He laid it out on the desk and dragged his finger along as he spoke. “This is the route we’re taking to Maeston Coast. If those hags become a problem again, you can send a courier to catch up with us and we’ll come back.” 
She nodded once. “Very well. Anything else?”
"I believe that's all we have to discuss with you. Thank you for your time." Standing slowly, Logan gives a short bow. 
Remus scrambled to his feet and sloppily copied, then grabbed his platinum and rushed out of the office. 
Following Remus out, he gives him a gentle hug as soon as they're out of the building, whispering in his ear. "I'm so proud of us, my dear!"
Remus blushed and hugged him awkwardly, then led him towards the tavern. “I mean, we could have done better. Two hags got away. We almost died, like, a couple of times.” 
"Well, yeah, but…  we came out alive, four half ogres and a hag is dead and hopefully shredding their book will help take them down later!" Following him easily, he hums softly. 
Remus nodded slowly. “Yeah… I guess that’s true. God, I just- I’m exhausted. Let’s get something to eat and go to bed, okay? We can stop by the bathhouse before hitting the road tomorrow?”
"Okay. I can definitely get behind that… Or we can see if we can take advantage of the bathhouse to relax and sleep better?" Letting Remus lean on him gently, he smiles. 
“Curfew,” Remus reminded sadly. “If we don’t get in the tavern soon, we’ll be in trouble.” 
Logan chuckles. "I forgot honestly. Alright. Food and bed it is. Maybe we can get some warm water brought up and I can give you a sponge bath, dear?"
Remus blushed bright red. “If you want.” 
They made it to the tavern and while they waited on their food, Remus popped open the window beside them and pulled out his pipe— black, wooden, very old. He didn’t use it often, but he was exhausted and his body thrummed in pain. When he lit it up, white smoke came out the top, shaped like skulls. 
Settling near him, Logan encourages Remus to lean, rubbing small circles in his knee in a gentle pattern he'd learned from Patton for stress. Remus sighed happily and leaned his head on Logan’s shoulder as the drugs lessened Remus’ aches. Their food came quickly, hot and at a discount, and Remus practically choked it down. 
Nearly moaning, Logan eats quickly as well, some of his usual trained grace disappearing in the face of hunger. Remus put his pipe away and they finished eating, then stumbled upstairs. Remus fell into bed with a groan. 
Following, Logan locks the door as he balances the jug of hot water and rags he'd asked the kitchen for. "Mmm, strip for me, baby~?"
Remus blushed and took a second to collect himself, before sitting up. He peeled off his trenchcoat and the scraps he used for a shirt, and kicked his skirt off. Watching with a smile, Logan prepares a bowl with water and some soap as well as one with just water to rinse. 
"Such a lovely one you are, dear. Lay out for me to clean? I'll let you choose if I start on your front or back… but I will clean you everywhere~!"
His face was redder than ever. He rolled back onto his stomach so he could hide his face in the pillows. 
Logan grins a little, starting on his hooves and working up with gentle scrubbing and massaging strokes. "Going to pamper every inch of you, my dear~!"
Remus couldn’t figure what he did to deserve Logan. He pushed those thoughts away before they could get too overwhelming, and forced himself to relax under Logan’s touch. He rustled around until he found his flute and quickly cast minor illusion so Virgil could curl against his shoulder and neck. 
Smiling as he sees the comfort illusion show up, Logan hums, fingers gently digging into the muscles of Remus' back and ass to release tension. "Mmm, I see your lovely friend is back… I'm glad."
Remus blushed. “He’s a druid. He likes you, I’m sure.”
"I certainly hope so… He's your friend. I hope to be judged worthy of you~!" Nuzzling Remus' neck softly, he kisses the side Virgil isn't pressed against. 
Remus sighed happily and found himself lulling half-asleep with Virgil’s purrs and Logan’s gentle care. 
Stroking and rubbing, Logan hums lowly, massaging softly and slowly rolling Remus over carefully to start on his front as well. "My little one… So pretty and strong~!"
Remus let out a little whimper. “No…”
Dipping the rag into the water, he grins, kissing Remus' nipple. "Mmm, you are, baby~! Nearly got hit a couple times just watching you fight… You're too sexy~!"
Remus buried his face in his hands and arched his back. 
My god, you are too easy. 
"I'm half tempted to slide right into you and sleep with you just holding my cock for me, baby~!" Stroking softly, he keeps kissing and licking the small nubs as his fingers keep cleaning down Remus' body. 
Remus grinded against him weakly, his bones jelly. 
Stroking Remus' cock, he hums. "You're so tired though…. I don't want to take advantage of you." 
“Please,” he panted. “Feels… so good…”
"Feels so good to be full of cock, my dark darling~? Have I made you a cock hungry whore~?" Pressing a gentle finger over Remus' entrance, he rubs softly to test how open he is. 
Remus arched his back and spread his legs. “A-ah… fuck, yes- yes, sir…”
Lifting the spread legs, he hums, sliding in a finger followed by another as he feels the oil and cum still lubing him up. "Good~! And you're only mine, aren't you~?"
Remus went to answer, but something jolted painfully inside him. “Adelaide,” he choked out. 
"Oh, I know… but I mean other than us … you won't go bending over for just a person on the street to get your fix of cock, would you, baby~?" Kissing his lips, he hums. "Well, unless we told you to~?"
That sounds fun!
“Not unless you told me to,” he agreed weakly. 
"Such a good boy… So obedient~!" Kissing Remus again, he nips softly. "I won't do that unless you want to be watched being my little cock whore, and we have plenty of money right now~!"
Remus whimpered, thrusting his hips uselessly. 
What about an audience? Would you let Logan whore us out in plain sight? 
Rubbing over Remus' walls, he works in a third finger. "Then again, there are clubs that I've heard of where people pay just to watch others fuck… That could be nice, just having a room masturbating to the sight of you taking my cock and moaning like a back alley whore~ !"
“Fuck,” Remus whimpered. “Hnnng… God…”
Trading his fingers for his cock, Logan slowly rocks into Remus, hands on the spread thighs. "So needy to be filled and fucked~!"
“Yes, sir!” He thrust back against him with a whimper, eyes landing on the open curtains at the window. “Sir…”
"Mmm~? Is someone already getting a little show~?" 
“Sir, someone could see,” he gasped, clenching. 
"And~?" Fucking him harder, he slides one of Remus' legs up around his hip to press deeper. "They'll see you getting fucked and liking it, helpless under me~!"
He whimpered and sobbed out. 
Want him to ours you against the window, show everyone your sloppy hole? 
“Shut up, Adelaide,” he whined. 
"Could be worse, baby… I once bent someone over in the window itself, letting them moan out across the town, chest heaving as I fucked their ass good~!" Giving Remus' ass a soft spank, he grins. "Could do that again~?"
Remus eyes rolled back, unable to do anything but gasp and moan. 
Fucking right against his prostate, he spanks again, watching his reaction. "Mmm, I think maybe next time~?"
“Please,” Remus gasped. “Please, please, need…”
Holding Remus' hands above his head for better leverage, he fucks in deep and hard. "Cum, slut… Untouched and helpless, let that little cock make a tiny mess on your belly~!"
Remus came with a sob, thrusting his hips wildly. Cumming hard into Remus, Logan kisses him harshly, fucking the cum deep with their combined thrusts.
“Please, sir,” he whimpered. 
Wrapping Remus' hands around him, he slows his thrusts once he's satisfied with how his cum paints his walls. "Mmm, feels good to be fully claimed once more, baby~?"
“Yes, sir,” he panted. 
Stroking his hair, he smiles, laying over and inside him. "I'm right here, dear… That vision they showed you… it wasn't real. I'm not going anywhere. I've got you." 
“Thank you, master,” he panted, gripping onto him. 
Stroking and rubbing, he hums, kissing his skin softly. "You're welcome, my dear. It's only what you deserve…. my care, my affection, my protection, and all the pleasure I can provide."
Remus nuzzled into his neck, stretching out his legs. “You act like you owe me something.” 
Blushing, he smiles softly. "You gave me purpose, so I suppose that I do a little? However, I just like to care for any partner I have, Remus."
Remus peeked up at him. “You’re crazy.”
Logan snorts softly, cupping Remus' face and kissing him gently. "Perhaps…. but you like that I'm crazy!" 
He rolled his eyes and snuggled into him. “Goodnight.” 
Sliding the blankets up around them, he snuggles Remus close, letting their legs twine. "Mmm, goodnight, my dear."
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brokenbuttonsmusic ¡ 4 years ago
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Laura Cantrell: Nashville-born, New York-based, Acclaimed Country Singer-Songwriter & DJ (& Kitty Wells Fanatic)
This post is a near- transcript of the Broken Buttons: Buried Treasure Music podcast (episode 2, side B). Here you’ll find the narration from the segment featuring the pioneering rock band Fanny, along with links, videos, photos and references for the episode.
Listen to the full episode on Spotify, Anchor or Mixcloud.
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Music blog Stereogum used to have a running feature called “Quit Your Day Job” where they interviewed indie musicians about their current or former jobs. There was one with Marty and Drew from the band Blitzen Trapper. The two discussed being torn about walking away from teaching as their third album, Wild Mountain Nation, was starting to blow up. There was another where the lead singer of War on Drugs detailed some of the disgusting things he had to clean up while working as an apartment property manager. Mostly dead rats and clogged toilet stuff, but he did walk into an apartment that had been converted into a porno set. I remembered this discontinued “musician day job” feature while reading up on my next featured artist and it got me thinking. 
How many professional musicians do you think have a full time day job? How many juggle multiple side gigs and still manage to tour and put out records regularly? How many have really successful careers all while trying to make it as a musician? 
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I don’t actually know. I did some research and there aren’t any reliable stats that I could find. There is a lot of anecdotal discussion on the topic. The consensus seems to be that most musicians are not getting by with music as their only, or even their primary source of income. I don’t think anyone is surprised by that. 
One Reddit user said less than 5% of musicians derive all or most of their income from music. He didn’t offer a source or anything, but he seemed very authoritative in his post. And then after a few more Google searches I lost interest and listened to more Laura Cantrell. 
Laura Cantrell’s story is what got me pondering how indie musicians go about juggling making art with the necessity of, you know, making a living to survive. In 2003, after two critically acclaimed albums, including a tour opening for Elvis Costello all across the United States and Europe, Cantrell was at a similar crossroads. Laura had risen to the position of Vice President of Equity Research at Bank of America in New York. Yes, you heard me right. Laura Cantrell was working as a corporate executive and touring with Elvis Costello at the same time. She actively worked on the road during the day and then performed for thousands of people each night.
Before we get further into what led up to this point and what came after, let’s hear a song from Laura Cantrell’s debut album, Not the Tremblin’ Kind. Here’s the title track.
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That was Not the Tremblin’ Kind from Laura Cantrell’s first album back in the year 2000.
Laura grew up in Nashville. She played a little bit of piano and sang in the church choir, but did not get into performing music and playing out until her college years. As a teenager she worked at the Country Music Hall of Fame as a tour guide. This job, in addition to the influence of the diverse musical tastes of her parents, sparked an interest in traditional music, particularly classic country. She also became somewhat of an aficionado in this area. 
This love and knowledge of the early days of country music would help differentiate Laura as she honed her sound and selected her songs while developing as a performer down the road. Before that, however, it would make her an excellent college radio DJ and later an even more excellent DJ at WFMU, one of the best and longest running free-form radio stations in the country. Out of the New Jersey/New York area, WFMU is awesome to this day, with a wide array of programming where DJs still get to play whatever they want. 
Laura is my favorite kind of DJ, and the kind that has been dwindling in numbers since the rise of music downloads, which then gave way to streaming and endless algorithms. First off, she’s knows her stuff. She carefully curates each shows, and thoughtfully sequences each set within every episode. She packs in history, context and story to create something that transcends your typical weekend-afternoon-background-radio-soundtrack. I know this show is about under appreciated bands and artists, but Laura Cantrell’s contributions to radio deserve to be heard by more people. You can find her past WFMU shows, called The Radio Thrift Shop, archived on the WFMU website. You can hear her present day on her “States of Country” radio show on the Gimmie Country radio app, or on her SiriusXM George Harrison themed show “Dark House Radio,” on The Beatles station.
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This concludes the part of the show where I babble my enthusiastic endorsement of Laura Cantrell’s past and present radio career.
Laura began playing music with others in college at Columbia University. Her jam pals included Andrew Webster, future member of Tsunami Bomb and Mac McCaughan, who would go on to form Superchunk and Portastatic + found Merge Records. The friends would call their band Bricks. A lo-fi, mostly apartment recording projects that played sporadic gigs over the years. 
Here’s the Brick’s song, The Girl with the Carrot Skin.
Living in New York, Laura began playing guitar and writing her own songs. She also plucked some choice classic country finds and incorporated them into her own performance catalog. One day she met a guy named John who asked her to sing on a song that would appear on his band’s next major label release for Elektra. 
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That’s The Guitar from They Might Be Giant’s 1992 album, Apollo 18. John Flansburgh asked Laura to sing on that recording. It was the first time Laura recorded in a professional studio. John Flansburgh became a fan of Laura’s music and released her first recorded material as part of his Hello CD of the Month Club, an EP called The Hello Recordings in 1996. 
Let’s hear another Laura Cantrell song. This time one that she wrote with Amy Allison. From Laura Cantrell’s 2014 album, No Way There From Here, this is All the Girls are Complicated. 
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That was Laura Cantrell with All the Girls Are Complicated from her last full length release, No Way There From Here. Actually, that was her last full album of new material, but Laura did release an album a few years back of her BBC recordings on John Peel’s radio show. That album is called At the BBC: On Air Performances and Recordings 2000-2005. 
I mentioned earlier that Peel was a big fan. Again, here’s John Peel’s full quote about Laura’s first album, Not the Tremblin’ Kind: "[It is] my favourite record of the last ten years and possibly my life.” Having the endorsement of the legendary English disc jockey was enough to give Cantrell wider exposer throughout the UK. She developed a loyal fanbase through regular appearances on Peel’s show, as well as US and European tours, including the opening slot for Elvis Costello. Which brings us back to Laura’s fork in the road. Before her third album, Laura decided to walk away from the corporate gig. She was excited to focus on music full time, but a little worried about walking away from the security of a successful career she liked and position she was good at.
From a spotlight CNN Business did on Cantrell in 2004:
“For several months until she finally quit, Cantrell balanced her day job with a growing schedule of rehearsals, gigs, recordings and publicity. On the day she appeared on the Conan O'Brien show she was at her desk until lunchtime.”
“And while life as a professional musician is a dream come true, Cantrell still looks back with fondness on more than a decade on Wall Street.”
“‘I came into Wall Street with a very typical kind of stereotype that it was all going to be people just obsessed with money. What I found was that there were just loads of interesting people who were a lot like myself, just doing it as a job and who had lives that were full of other things.’
‘So I miss some of the contact with people I met. Ironically it was a very supportive environment for me as an artist.’”
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Laura’s first two albums were released on the the indie label Diesel Only, which was founded by her husband, Jeremey Tepper. Her third album was released by Matador Records, also an indie label, but with an impressive roster that included Liz Phair, Modest Mouse, Pavement and Sleater-Kinney. Released in 2005, Humming By the Flowered Vine continues Cantrell’s classic country sound, but with some evolved production and arrangements. Laura’s mastery as a song selector gets more and more impressive. This album includes a cover of a rare, unreleased Lucinda Williams song form 1975 called, “Letters.” 
In fact, Lucinda Williams herself was thoroughly impressed with Laura’s cover of “Letters.” She attributes the cover to bolstering her confidence to go back through her earlier material and look for her own buried treasures. 
From Blurt Magazine: 
“The inspiration for her journey through the past struck when she heard Laura Cantrell’s version of her song ‘Letters,’ which Williams wrote around 1975 and recorded on a demo but never officially released. Explains Williams, ‘She got a copy from a mutual friend and did a beautiful, really sweet version of it that made me think wow, she brought this early song back to life, maybe I should go back and review some of my old stuff. I’ve got all these tapes of old little songs, but I never thought they were good enough to do anything with.’”
You know you’re an ace at finding under appreciated gems when you surprise Lucinda Williams by helping her discover one of her own songs. Let’s hear Laura Cantrell’s version of Letters.
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That was Laura Cantrell with Letters from her 2005 release Humming by the Flowered Vine.
In 2008, Laura returned with an EP called, Trains and Boats and Planes with 9 songs about… trains, and boats and planes. It’s very good and it includes a fun cover of New Order’s Love Vigilantes. 
Throughout this time, Laura continued her radio show. She also started a family and became co-owner and co-operator of Diesel Only Records. 
In this clip from an interview with Face Culture, you can really hear Laura’s passion for country music and its roots. She talks about the importance of country’s influence on rock n’ roll, and how each artist is inspired by something great that came before. 
And Laura continuously pays tribute to the greats that came before through her radio show and on her own records. In 2011, Laura released a tribute to Kitty Wells called “Kitty Wells Dresses: Songs of the Queen of Country Music.” The collection includes nine Kitty Wells covers and one original, the title track, Kitty Wells Dresses.
From the Washington Post:
Here’s Laura talking about the inspiration for the album. 
“Kitty wore very typical stage clothes for women who performed at barn dances and in early country music shows,” says Cantrell, a Nashville-born, New York-based country singer and host of an old-time music show on the legendary radio station WFMU.
“They were these frilly gingham dresses, non-threatening and cutesy. It became this uniform that all the women of the era wore, and I always thought it was a great metaphor for how you can underestimate the strength of the person or the value of the artist underneath.”
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That was the song Kitty Wells Dresses from Laura Cantrell’s tribute album of the same name, released in 2011. Wells was the oldest living member of the Country Music Hall of Fame upon its release. She was also the first woman inducted into the hall. Cantrell met and talked to Kitty about her album. She said that Kitty asked which songs were selected and as Laura began calling them out, Kitty would sing each one. 
I’ve mentioned all of Laura’s past and present DJ efforts, all of which I’ll link to on my website, brokenbuttons.com. Laura also continues to release music. She had planned a host of special activities for the 20th anniversary of Not the Tremblin’ Kind, which had to be put on hold due to all things 2020. 
You can contribute to Laura’s IndigGoGo campaign to help fund her new digital singles collection that she’s already started releasing. The plan is to release six singles with an A and a B side, all working with different musicians and producers. I’d recommend the $50 Kitty Wells Dresses Pack, which gets you access to the digital singles as their released, a signed CD copy of both the singles collection and the Kitty Wells Dresses album, as well as a copy of Laura's essay on Kitty and Patsy Cline from the book "Rock and Roll Cage Match: Music's Greatest Rivalries"
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Laura Cantrell is the rare performer whose work is deeply rooted in its original source material while still feeling fresh and exciting. Laura’s radio shows can be described the same way. A buried treasure unearthing buried treasure and taking the old and classic and making it new and lasting and so much sweeter. Laura Cantrell.
References and other stuff to check out:
Laura’s Indiegogo campaign for her digital singles series
The Radio Thrift Shop - Laura’s prior radio show. You can stream past episodes and check out her playlists
Gimmie Country, where Laura hosts her current show States of Country. New episodes air 3:00 Monday EST. Laura chats during the show with listeners in the app.
Darkhorse Radio on Sirius XM. Laura’s other show dedicated to George Harrison. New episodes air Thursday at 3:00.
John Peel wiki entry about Laura
TMBG wiki entry about Laura
A Wall Street journal feature on Laura
An NPR feature on Laura
A CNN Business Week feature on Laura
Stereogum archive of the Quit Your Day Job feature
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rainofaugustsith ¡ 5 years ago
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KOTFE/ET Headcanons
Thank you so much for the tag @thehighground! This was such a fun and interesting one! Tagging, um, @tishinada @soulparticle @dreamy04 @verbose-vespertine @levelofdepth and anyone else who wants to do this. NO PRESSURE! Spoilers for KOTFE and KOTET, as well as the traitor arc and Onslaught. 
1. Starting with basics. Who is your Outlander (which class, what their aligment)? How did they end up being frozen in carbonite for 5 years? Why did you make them the Outlander?:   My Sith Warrior, Viridana Dragoi (Vengeance Juggernaut) is my Outlander. That was a simple choice for me - Viri is my main, my alter ego in the game, and she seemed to fit so well. Viri's alignment is a tough one. She absolutely embraces the Dark Side and absolutely will kill her enemies. She makes LS decisions a lot too, though, and she has a moral code of her own. For example Viri killed Senya and Arcann without thinking twice, but she would not allow Kaliyo to blow up the Spire and kill civilians and she talked Broonmark into letting the senator live (he lived too, which is a special thing for SWs). Viri has a very strong aversion to killing civilians, rank and file soldiers,  and animals, and would really rather negotiate with you than kill you, unless you have crossed her in a way she can't excuse.   Viri landed in carbonite exactly as the game describes - she was part of Marr's coalition. When Marr's ship broke up, it was swallowed by an Eternal Fleet ship. Viri and Marr were gassed, and later woke up in prison wearing Force-suppressing cuffs. They were taken to Valkorion, where Marr was killed, Viri killed Valkorion, and Arcann framed her and threw her into carbonite.   One difference from the game is that Viri refused to speak the entire time. She did not say a word to Arcann or Valkorion from the time she woke up to the time she was frozen in carbonite. She just screamed once when she was being frozen.  
2. Now, to the rest of classes. What happens to them during KotFE/ET? Did they know the Outlander? Were they allies, enemies, family? Do they join the Alliance or have something else to do? Do they play a major or a minor role in the story? Spare no detail (if you wish, of course):   Sith Inquisitor: My canon SI, Suvia (Darth Nox) was also part of Darth Marr's coalition. Her ships were destroyed by the Eternal Fleet and she was placed into carbonite. She was a trophy on the wall in the Zakuulan palace for seven years. Only the presence of her remaining ghost kept her alive. Viri and her Alliance searched desperately for Suvia, but only found her by accident, after the fall of Zakuul. Once they found her, they traveled to several planets to gather ingredients for an antidote to carbonite poisoning and gave her medical assistance and care after she was thawed.     Suvia is now the head of Force Lore and the Odessen Force libraries and archives. She is a very good friend to Viri and Lana, and she was thrilled to be reunited with other good friends: Talos Drellik and Xalek. Suvia plays a major part in Viri's story and is a close, unshakable ally. She is currently romantically involved with Jaesa Wilsaam.   Suvia did know Viri before KOTFE - they were Dark Council allies, and they also worked closely on both the Yavin 4 coalition and the fight against Vitiate on Ziost.   My Darth Imperius, Jia, did not know Viri and did not follow the SI story. She worked as a saber trainer on Korriban. When Zakuul attacked, she was there. She and Darth Hexid helped each other dig out of the rubble and became allies, fighting and surviving together. They joined the Alliance after KOTET and now work with Viri as friends.   My Darth Occlus, Shasi, is much younger. She did not follow the SI story either. She was still on Korriban while Viri was the Wrath. Viri meets her during the attack on Ossus, and Shasi asks to return to Odessen with her and join the Alliance.   Bounty Hunter: Taran Walrez continued her work as a bounty hunter up through KOTET. She was an ally of Lana's during the carbonite years. Her wife saved Lana's hand after she was injured in a very bad fight with a Zakuulan walker, and they pointed Lana toward Asylum. Taran remained in contact afterward.   When Theron Shan betrayed the Alliance, Viri took out a bounty on him, and she hired the very best- Taran - to take it. Taran and Viri tracked Theron to Copero, but Taran was badly injured in the battle. She has retired from bounty hunting and now lives on Odessen, serving in an advisor capacity. Her wife, Lucinda, is a genius microsurgeon who works in the Alliance Hospital. Her colleagues Mako and Akaavi now run the Alliance's slicing and intelligence wing. Viri did not know Taran until the Alliance years.   My second BH, Auyrini, did not follow the BH story but is part of the Underworld network at the Alliance.   Imperial Agent: My canon agent, Brynn, chose to keep the Black Codex and erase her information. She thus became a ghost after the class story, wanted nothing more to do with the Empire, Sith or Republic, and vanished into Wild Space with Vector, her husband. She is in Lana's intelligence network, and tipped Lana off to a few clues to Viri's whereabouts, but she has no desire to join the Alliance. She and Vector just want to be left alone and live in peace. Viri has never met or spoken to Brynn.   Jedi Knight: Ror was about one step away from being sent to Belsavis after the class story, so she vanished, taking only T7-O1. She later surfaced as a member of Somminick Timmns' sanctuary for ex-Jedi on Nar Shaddaa and joined the Alliance. Ror is very much a Sith now. She is slated to play a major part in the Tenebrae Plague storyline. Viri does not trust Scourge and Kira and will not merge her minds with them - but Ror will. Ror also feels that she owes it to Satele Shan to try to save her; Satele was the only person who kept her out of prison. Viri meets Ror when she joins the Alliance. They're not friends yet, but they have a mutual respect.   Jedi Consular: Jenari also left the Jedi and joined Somminick Timmns' ex-Jedi sanctuary. She has found her way to Odessen, where she works with Suvia Kallig on Force lore. She is later joined there by Nadia and Felix. Jenari's sister is Shasi, my Darth Occlus mentioned above. The siblings have never met, but on Odessen, they are slated to finally find each other. Viri meets Jenari when she joins the Alliance.
  Smuggler: My canon smuggler, Marlena, is still out there smuggling, and is one of Hylo's underworld contacts - but she isn't part of the Alliance and prefers to just keep running her empire. Viri does not know Marlena.   My second non-canon smuggler, Amedria, is also out there smuggling and is in Hylo's Rolodex, but has no other contact with the Alliance.   Trooper: After seeing all of the things Garza did, including the Eclipse Squad, my trooper Keilla was done. She testified against Garza in front of the Galactic Senate, and then she peaced out. She and her friend Paxton Rall moved to the Tion Hegemony. She also helped her ex-girlfriend, Jaxo, move to the Hegemony to try to heal from her trauma. Keilla works in security there, but she is determined never to return to Imperial, Hutt OR Republic space and never to fight in another war. When the Alliance started, Bey'wan Aygo, Aric Jorgan and Rusk all tried to get her to reconsider. She would not. Keilla occasionally provides advice from afar, but she will not even set foot outside the Hegemony.
Viri does know Keilla and has spoken to her via holo many times to coordinate THORN activity, but they only met during the Alliance years. When Viri's Alliance sends help with THORN to fight the rakghoul plague on Kaon, Keilla helps orchestrate it. She also helps take in ex-Jedi who are fleeing from Task Force Nova, so she is slated to have a large part in the story eventually.   3. What about companions? Do you follow their in-game story or have headcanons for them? Did they stay with your non-Outlander characters or not? Why?:
Sometimes yes, sometimes no.   Viri: Vette, Pierce and Broonmark were recovered as per the game story. Jaesa - who is neither the LS nor the DS but something in the middle - was discovered in an ancient Sith trap on Yavin 4 after KOTET. She rejoined the Alliance at that time. Malavai Quinn was exiled and thrown in jail after the Quinncident in the class story, and he was smart enough to know that he should not go anywhere around Viri ever again. He did NOT serve as Acina's emissary on Iokath. Instead, Rezinal Orzik from the Black Talon flashpoint did.   For my non-Outlanders:   Jedi Knight: Ror ran away from all her companions, except T7-O1, after the class story. And T7 eventually needed to go fight Zakuul. So she lost contact with them, and T7-O1, Kira, Scourge and Rusk joined the Alliance as per the in-game story. Doc was never part of my Jedi Knight's crew, as Ror, Kira and T7-O1 took a united front and insisted that they would not let him on the ship. He was left on Balmorra and had nothing else to do with my Jedi Knight or her crew. So he's not there at all, and whatever happened to him, Ror neither knows nor cares.  Jedi Consular: Jenari also ended up parting ways from her crew due to the war with Zakuul. She has been reunited with three of them on Odessen. Qyzen joined the Alliance Commander as per the game. Felix and Nadia were both rescued during various missions and brought back to Odessen. Zenith declined to join Jenari’s crew on Balmorra. He worked with her but was angry she would not alter the governor’s brain to place the new government in power, and is also angry that she shows sympathy to Sith, so he didn’t feel he belonged in her crew.    Trooper: Keilla left all her companions after the class story and never came back. Viri has Aric Jorgan and Yuun in her Alliance, and they joined as the story dictated.   Smuggler: Marlena is out in space with her crew. She's married to Risha. Bowdaar also remained with her. They never left her and thus have never been part of Viri's Alliance. Guss decided to eventually try being a Jedi again, in part because he was worried that the Eternal Empire would sense his Force sensitivity and kill him, and he wanted to be able to defend himself. Corso left Marlena’s crew during the class story after they had taken down with Skavak. He wanted to return to protect Ord Mantell and Marlena let him go.  Akaavi also left the crew after she met Mako and fell ln love. She joined my bounty hunter’s crew to work with her and Mako.     Sith Inquistor: Suvia was frozen in carbonite, so all of her companions dispersed. Ashara looked for her for years, hiring a slicer named Ikina to help her. It was unsuccessful - Suvia was a trophy in the Zakuulan palace and there was no way to track or find her. Ashara and Ikina finally fell in love, married and settled down on Voss, where they run a tea house and raise their daughter.   Andronikos was picked up raiding Alliance ships, as the game story says, and was brought back to Odessen. Talos joined the Alliance as the game story dictates. So did Xalek. Khem Val is slated to be rediscovered on Ossus, as he is in the game, and return to Suvia on Odessen.   Bounty Hunter: Mako has never left her crew and remains her right-hand help. Skadge has never been a part of her crew, as Mako and Taran killed him on Belsavis. Torian left early on after the death of Mandalore to help the Mandalorians and joined the Alliance as per the game. Blizz left temporarily to fight in the Alliance, and he's gone back and forth between Odessen and Taran's ship. Gault left, as per the game story, to hook up with Hylo.   Imperial Agent: My Imperial Agent Brynn became a ghost at the end of her class story. She and Vector erased their tracks and vanished together. They also did their companions the courtesy of erasing their tracks, too. Kaliyo went off to grift from others; Scorpio became the Lady of Sorrows, Lokin went to his safehouse and Raina Temple returned to the Chiss. Kaliyo, Lokin, Raina and SCORPIO all joined the Alliance (and in SCORPIO's case, betrayed it) as described in the game.   4. If applicable: how your characters react if the Alliance joins the opposite faction on Iokath and after that? For example: how do Sith characters feel about joining the Republic? Will they stay or leave (if it’s too spoiler-ish, then feel free to skip this): Viri has chosen to keep her Alliance independent while allying with the Empire. The Republic characters who are with her (Ror and Jenari, my Jedi Knight and Consular) are both ex-Jedi so they're totally fine with that. My two smugglers, Marlena and Amedria, don't particularly care about the Republic and just want to be paid, so they will work with the Alliance regardless of who they support.
However, a few of the Republic companions, such as Rusk and Aric Jorgan, are eventually going to bow out and retire, just like Bey'wan Aygo, because they can't fight the Republic and they can't fight Viri either.   5. If applicable: if your Commander decides to be a saboteur, would they tell anyone (PC or companions)? Why/why not?: This doesn't apply to Viri. In AU, all of my Imperials are loyalists and all my Republic toons are saboteurs. They have chosen to only tell Lana with one exception - Jenari, my JC, would tell Nadia and Felix.   6. How would your characters react if one of their companions is exiled or dead because of Outlander’s choices? For example: sith warrior’s reaction if Commander doesn’t save Vette?:   The three that this applies to are Skadge, SCORPIO and Torian.   Viri killed SCORPIO because after all that betrayal and subterfuge, there was no way in the galaxy that she would have sat back and let SCORPIO merge with a super-powerful deadly droid planet. SCORPIO's assertion that she wouldn't bother them again meant nothing because she could not be trusted. Brynn, my IA, has no idea what went on, but she would have been indifferent to SCORPIO's death. She surely knew what SCORPIO was capable of, and would have killed her too under the same circumstances.   Viri tried desperately to reach Torian, and sent Pierce and a team to try to save him. They couldn't reach Torian. Taran was saddened to learn of his death, but she also knew that Viri did not just shrug and walk away from him. She also knows that Vette is Viri's adopted sister. She can't fault Viri even a little for saving her sister first.   Viri killed Skadge in the game but headcanonically, she never even met him. Taran killed him on Belsavis during the class story- she sure as hell wasn't going to let him on her crew or her ship. But if Viri had killed him, Taran's reaction would have been a big thumbs-up.
7. If you have something written about anything from the above (bc I know some people do), share the links to your works (again, if you feel like it)!: Oh, here we go! A lot of the companion returns/etc. are addressed in the post-KOTET fanfic The Eternal Wrath: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14255019 Stories set during KOTFE: https://archiveofourown.org/series/999348 Stories set during KOTET: https://archiveofourown.org/series/999342
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lucinda-whoisleft ¡ 5 years ago
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change in the weather  ||  lucinda & emma
Lucinda, after having to fight to keep her lips firmly shut on the walk down the locker rooms, found herself struggling for words as she walked by the bench in the middle. It wasn't like anything changed in the past few minutes. She had everything she wanted: Emma and privacy. And now, her mouth chose to shut down? Great. Sure, she hadn't succeeded in her initial goal, telling Emma that her lunch with her mother had not gone well, thank you, but it was only the surface.
"We need to talk about your future."
"Oh! The physical therapy position. I still need my NEWTs to come in, but it's looking pretty promising."
"No, no," Antoinette had said. "You won't be doing that."
There it was. That was enough to launch her internal monologue external, and once that happened, it was best to just hang on tight for her and everyone caught in it. 
"Okay. Here we go. I had a great lunch with Mum," Lucinda said. The sarcasm was almost lost to the wind with how quickly the words came out, but it was Emma. She knew there was no such thing as a "great lunch with Antoinette Talkalot." When her brain caught up, she'd have to tell her that. "And, you know, she had some thoughts about everything I've ever done in my life and the nerve—the nerve of this one, Emma, I swear.
"I mean, who does she think she is? Coming in here and telling me that no, I can't take the job that I set up for myself. No help from her, decided help from you, and something I was excited to do and might be good at. But no," she paused for a breath and nothing more, "if I'm going to be the 'British representation of the Talkalot name'—which I never once asked to be, mind you—then that just won't do."
Her head was killing her, and she reached up to find it was still pinned back, nearly within an inch of its life into something a bit more practical. After all, Christmas had come with comments about how wild she looked, and inevitably, today she had to hear about how she had great curls and it was beyond her why she might try to smother them. She started pulling them out too aggressively, barely solving the problem of the headache but getting further away from who her mother wanted her to be... and maybe closer. It didn't matter; this was for her.
"She and my dad just went and took matters into their own hands and got me a job as a cultural attache or consultant or something for the Ministry. I'll start with someone specific—couldn't tell you who for the life of me—but it'll go beyond that." Lucinda dropped the pins on the bench with a clatter, two more to go. One she got easily and stuck in the corner of her mouth, very ineffectively trying to speak around it. 
"As for where I stand, well—" It was a mumbled mess and she gave up quickly, tossing the bobby pin toward the bench with the others and still fighting with the tricky remaining one.
"Wait, fuck, I didn't even tell her." Lucinda dropped her hands and looked at Emma stricken and apologetic and honestly, breathing a little heavily because that was a lot even for her. "The whole reason I agreed to go down to village and have lunch with her was so I could tell her I was going to be living with you, and I didn't even manage that. Shit." 
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alien-from-pluto-writer ¡ 5 years ago
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You think you can hide it - you can’t.
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Apologies if the ending is terrible - my mental state collapsed. Anyway, enjoy @alexprompts !
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The Wind tells me things no man nor woman was meant to know. Of secrets and whispered lies, it hummed in my ear, filling my body with warmth at its recurring presence. The Wind was an old friend, and I loved it like one.
Spying in the courts of kingdoms filled my brain with drugs so powerful it took hours to come down from the high. The thrill was enchanting - eyes always watchful, taking everything in, and heart constantly pounding beneath my ribs.
Lurking in a darkened corner, I watched as two women weaved through the crowd towards each other. At least they weren’t complete idiots and made small conversations on the way, small diversions that hid their goals to everyone’s eyes but mine.
A true scandal, especially for this kingdom where those of the same gender may not share a bed nor tongues. The act of their ‘defying of ancient tradition and stepping into hell’ would surely cause a divide within the empire.
Shocking how something as simple as love could be twisted into the strongest weapon against an empire.
They slowly made their way to each other, slight blushes on their cheeks, shy smiles quickly hidden by bitten lips. If this were a dramatic moment, they would’ve leapt at each other, sweeping each other into their arms, twirling and spinning as they kissed and were re-united.
But it wasn’t, and the Wind told me they were aware of the ever watchful eyes around them – hard not to when men constantly peered at women they passed as if imagining what was hidden beneath their dresses.
It was an almost awkward thing to watch, the two lovers stood for a moment unsure what to do, before giving each other what I’m sure they thought was a quick, friendly hug. They parted after a few moments, one of the women’s hands lingering on the other’s waist before they realised what they were doing and pulled it away.
A man walked a distant away from me, weaving his way through people with a glass of champagne in his hand. His dark hair was slick back, wearing a black suit that made him appear more muscled than he actually was. His grey eyes watched me with a look that told anyone nearby exactly what he wanted to do to me.
Not safe, Wind whispered, concerned perhaps.
As he came closer, walking close enough I could smell his cologne, I put my foot out and merely watched as he stumbled. Sadly, he didn’t fall on his face, regaining his footing in time, turning to face me with angry eyes. I smiled widely and snorted when he stomped away like an incompetent child.
I turned back to the lovers.
“How is Jack?” one asked – Florence, the Wind whispered – brushing a strand of wavy blond hair out of her face, and discreetly smoothing down her elegant light blue dress. Her pale skin was still slightly flushed and her eyes took in the other with dedication.
“He’s doing great, he misses you dearly,” the other – Lena – said, grinning. Her black hair was pulled into an elegant bun, dark skin glowing under the chandelier lights. Her red dress fitted around her bodice before it flowed to the ground.
Lena’s face lit up with what could only be an idea, Florence watching carefully, a sweet smile appearing on her mouth. “We should have lunch again so that you can see him.”
“That would be lovely,” Florence said, chuckling slightly under her breath as if she expected it to be something more extreme. “I don’t know how I’ll be able to survive without seeing his handsome face.”
The Wind tells me that the man standing near them listening thinks they’re talking about a lover, of how Jack must be the love of her life that she would rather die than be without. He thinks he’s smart for putting it together.
That makes me want to laugh.
He’s right in the regards that Florence loves Jack dearly and her life would be miserable without him, but not about who this Jack is. If only he knew they were talking about a dog rather than a human.
Florence and Lena continue talking as they make their way to one of the archways leading to the castles halls, each grabbing a glass of champagne from a passing waiter’s tray. Their grins are infectious to each other, their eyes shining and full of unspoken promises and desires.
I look away when they slip out into the halls and go in search for an abandoned alcove. I hope that for once the Wind won’t tell me of what they’re doing.
We have more important things to worry about today, the Wind whispers, reminding me of why I’m here in the first place.
My eyes stop on a man walking in the entrance, deeply breathing in the excitement of the people gathered – an attempt to disguise how he had been running. His cheeks were red and his eyes were alight, the glass of liquor in his hand acting as an easy explanation.
It’s him, the Wind whispered. I bit my lip to hide my wild grin, my heart pounding in my chest – finally.
As he walked closer, unbeknownst to where I was, I let my eyes roam his clothes. The dark black of the fabric went with his dark brown shoulder length hair, everything embroidered with a fine gold thread only the richest could afford. His suit looked as if it were the work of a local tailor, Bathilda Gruns, elegant and charming. Only the wealthiest could afford her.
The one thing that revealed him as the true psychotic bastard beneath his mask, was a small speck of blood on the sleeve of his shirt. That, no doubt, was from the body the Wind told me had been shoved into an alcove earlier. Though what he did in-between that unfortunate turn of events and entering the ball, neither of us knew.
Strange.
The man walked in my direction, eyeing up men and women he passed like a predator stalking his prey, or perhaps his look could also be compared to a serial killer looking over his menu. There was no doubt in my mind that he was planning to kill another tonight, and it wouldn’t be long after that when he disappeared back into the swirling darkness of hiding and no one would be able to find him.
I don’t want that to happen, but they said I couldn’t interfere. What utter bullshit.
His eyes linger on a man drinking deeply from a glass of whisky with curly blond hair. The unknown man has a wide grin, his whole face practically glowing with happiness and the influence of alcohol.
The women in the alcove has blonde hair, the Wind whispers.
So he has a thing for blondes, creepy.
The Wind laughs in my ear, a soothing sensation that sends shivers down my spine.
The man continues walking, though he sends a few glances back to the blond haired man, steadily getting close to me.
I still haven’t gotten what I came here to do, and leaving without them would be idiotic and pointless. That’s not even taking into consideration the certainty of getting lectured for hours by them if I do. And their lectures make you want to simultaneously take the closest gun and shoot yourself from boredom and curl up in a ball.
I can’t leave without getting a closer look – a hand print if I’m lucky.
My heart pounded as I thought of what I was going to do – it was stupid and reckless, most likely going to end up with me shoved in an alcove with my throat slit like the other woman, but that made it all that much more fun.
You’re complete disregard for danger amuses me, the Wind whispers, and I can picture them smirking in my head. Bastard.
I step out from the edge of the room, a pitiful man startling as he just notices my presence. Gliding out among the people like a wraith, my dark blue dress swishing around my ankles, I make my way towards him.
The one thing they forgot to mention was his name. They had said it wasn’t important, an unnecessary detail that wouldn’t assist nor hinder her mission. Which, when thinking about how she had to practically befriend him and talk to him directly, made no sense.
Henry Acklson, the Wind whispers, also agitated at how little we are told.
When Henry pauses his scanning to talk to a red haired man, I walk closer, plucking a glass of whisky from a tray moving past me. I bring it to my lips, eyes looking casually around the room though I focus on what they’re saying. It’s nothing interesting – talk about new estates and gossip – though I remember it anyway for when they ask me.
I get closer to him, now only a few steps from being directly behind him, and bring the glass once again to my lips – a perfect way to hide the stupid and reckless thing I’m about to do. If they knew, I would definitely be dead.
Now directly behind him, I whisper with a deeper voice, so that only he can hear.
“I know what you did,” I see him tense from the corner of my eye as I pause to smile at a passing man. His teeth are yellow and moustache is disgusting – I choose not to look at him again.
“Henry, did you hear about Lucinda? Her mother claims she got sick again, my mother thinks she’s only doing it to get money out of Richard.” The red heads voice is shrill and sounds unnaturally like a mouse, and Henry nods along, humming his agreement.
“What a strange place to hide a body I must say,” I say again, knowing he won’t turn when he’s talking to the red head but will the moment he gets the opportunity.
Moving away from him quickly, I discard the whisky on a tray and grab a glass of champagne – a much more innocent drink that the women of this court consumed than the ever so manly whisky.
Quickly devoured by the crowd, I weave my way to the edge of the dance floor, nothing but a sweet woman swaying to herself as she watches couples dance.
He’s coming, the Wind whispers. This will be fun.
When a hand touches my arm, I jolt out of my reverie of watching the dances, turning to look. The hand is large, and veins run across the back and lead under the sleeve of his shirt, and just with one look, I know those hands have been wrapped around someone’s neck.
“Can I help you?” I ask, eyes wide in innocence and cheeks filling with a rosy blush at the contact – I throw in a quick glance at his large chest and sculpted face for good measure.
Nothing like acting innocent when you’re guilty. He’s probably familiar with that.
“I am sorry to disturb you, I was just wondering if you had said something to me earlier, I heard someone talking behind me.” His voice was smooth, a charming smile on his lips. If I wasn’t gay I’d find him attractive. Both the men and women around me send him sneaky glances from beneath their lashes or the corner of their eyes – do they really want to fuck a serial killer?
“Oh, no, I didn’t say anything, should I be flattered that you think so, sir?” I glance shyly at the ground, a small smile on my lips, eyes filled with an affection that made my insides recoil.
“I apologize, though now that I’ve started talking to you I want to continue when sadly I can’t, may I expect to see you later?” He asks, his hand on my arm starts to move up to my shoulder.
I hold back the shiver of disgust.
“Most certainly.” I blush at how desperate I sound, when all I am desperate of is to get away.
“What is your name?” he asks, sending an appreciative look at my body, “I would like a name to put to such a beautiful face”
I scream inside my head, but on the outside I blush, “Abigail, and what may your name be, sir?”
“What an exquisite name for such an exquisite woman,” he smirks as my blush deepens, “My name is Henry, and I apologise for having to cut this lovely conversation short, but there is something I must attend to.”
Probably the body, I hope it’s a pain to get the blood out of the groove of the tiles.
His hand trails down from my arm to my hand, lifting it to his mouth. He places a kiss, his lips smooth, and smiles, “Until we meet again.”
He lets go of my hand, and with a final nod and smirk, he disappears into the crowd.
I wanted so desperately to let the innocent act drop, to make the pathetic blush disappear, to wipe away the bugs that crawled on my skin from his touch – but people were watching and sending jealous looks out of the corner of their eye.
The wind whispered in my ear, telling me of Henry’s hurried footsteps towards the exit.
I shouldn’t follow him – I got what I had to – but I couldn’t stop my body moving.
I weave through people, smile and blush disappearing with each step, the mask tucked away in a far corner of my mind. Flashes of bright dresses and dark suits are like a sea whipping all around me, a dizzying tornado and whirlwind of music as it reaches its crescendo. The air is heavy under the weight of hundreds of lungs, the floor pulsing with the heart beats of lovers and loners.
The chandeliers cast shadows on the walls, cheeks of smiling women and eyes of men capturing its warm glow. Exquisite paintings of angels and demons on the ceilings grin down at me, snickering to themselves as I spot Henry.
The predator has returned to the surface, his shoulders tense and head high. He stalks through the crowd, focused on one thing – the blond haired man from before.
The blond turns the corner, sending a quick departing wave to his friends that turn the other way, unaware of the killer yapping at his heals that already is dreaming of his demise.
If I’m to do anything, it has to be now, even as stupid as it is.
I have his hand print, I’ve seen what he looks like and can identify him – my mission’s officially over. But he’s on the prowl, steadily growing close to the man he intends to kill.
I’m meant to leave, get in a carriage and ride to the hotel down the street where I can tell them everything. But that man is about to die if I don’t do anything.
Growling at my own stupidity, I turn down the corridor and in the direction of Henry and the blond haired man, hoping like hell I don’t get killed because of this.
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cadreformed ¡ 5 years ago
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Sam showing lucinda his powers for the first time would include
He just got them and hes terrified but they're both alone behind the barn while paige watches the young kids and shes just " sammy I love you no matter what you got."
Lucinda panicking hes gonna disappear into the sky and not be able to get down
Lucinda panicking in general because " my baby is flying and he can't even drive yet!!!!!"
Shell deal with the big bouncing holes in the ground later maybe add a pond or something
Trying to tether sam down but he breaks every type of rope they have when he blasts
It's the first time he says hes nigh invulnerable
Lucinda asks him if it's because they read so many scifi books
Lucinda gives him a cup of sweet tea and they sit together for at least an hour in silence with her just HOLDING HER BABY WHO CAN NOW FLY GOOD LORD IN HEAVEN
Lucinda telling Sam that his father would be proud of him and that no matter how this gift came about it happened for a reason!
Both of them cry
Sam begs to sleep in the barn cuz hes afraid his blast field will go off and Lucinda just " if I did that then I'd have to make ALL the kids going through something sleep in the barn. Boy get your butt inside the house! "
They dont tell any siblings because the guthries are a loud lot and not good at secrets particularly the younger ones.
Lucinda becomes an expert in Sam's blast field in less than a week because THATS HER BABY BOY
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luxjackscn ¡ 6 years ago
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{ taylor swift, twenty nine, female, she/her ] ━ hey, I just saw [ lucinda “lux” jackson ] walking down the streets of crownsville. they’ve lived in town for [ eight months ], and you can catch them around town working as a [ local musician/artist ]. I hear they’re known to be [ confident and determined ] and [ reckless and shady ]. if asked, they would say their aesthetic would be [ black leather boots, short skirts, red lips, motorcycles, late nights and cheap alcohol ].
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Hi there, pls welcome back my bby and let’s plot (◡‿◡✿).
HELLO GUYS, ME AGAIN WITH MY BBY LUX WITH THE FC OF THE ABSOLUTE LOVE OF MY LIFE, AKA MISS. TAYLOR SWIFT. 
Some of you may remember her, I used to play her here back in February and now she’s back!! (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧
Here’s the link for Lux’s bio is long asf so if u don’t wanna read it all, here’s a brief summary (i’ll try to make it brief, well):
She comes from a really wealthy family from the East Coast
She was always the black sheep of the family, she’s always been a rebel soul/trouble maker !!
She always despised the rich/wealthy lifestyle that surrounded her, their family got a lot of attention all the time, reaching some type of “celebrity status” and Lux wanted nothing to do with it so she hated every second
Her favorite thing in the world are the Visual Arts!! She loves painting and creating art, she also loves music!! And basically knows how to play every instrument, she’s an artsy!! kid!! the arts are in her veins 
When she graduated high school she ran away from home bc her parents didn’t approve of her wanting to get a degree in Visual Arts, they wanted her to go to business school to become the heiress of the family business since her older sister decided to study medicine (which wasn’t a problem since they also had very prominent doctors in the family, but having her other daughter dedicating herself to the arts?? wasn’t on their level, she also she despises her sister very much bc she was always the perfect one and their parents always kept on comparing each other)
She decided to run away to a small town in Arizona, the farthest place she could think of, she met a girl there named Helena and ended up falling in love with her (which made her realize she was bisexual)
She was so in love!! They dated for 4 years and Lux was thinking of proposing to her but one day she came home earlier than expected just to find a positive pregnancy test!! Helena revealed to been cheating on Lux with her toxic ex boyfriend, and also admitted to being doing so with several other people during the time they were together 
Devastated, Lux decided to leave town that very same night and headed to her hometown after not hearing from her family in 4 years, to crash her sister’s wedding
TRIGGER WARNING, SUICIDE ATTEMPT // MENTAL ILLNES: she caused a scene before her sister left church which ended in a HUGE fight with her family that left her even more broken so she attempted against her own life
That made her spent 6 months in a psychiatric hospital where she was diagnosed with bipolar disorder
When she left the hospital she came to an agreement with her family: they would let her live her life as away from them as she wanted to but she had to promise she’d keep on taking her medications and seeing doctors to control her disorder. 
She agreed, not because she cared to keep a promise to her family, but because she didn’t want to have to experience another minute back at the hospital (those were the worst months for Lux)
I THINK THE TRIGGER WARNING ALREADY ENDED IM NOT SURE IF I SHOULD MENTION THIS BUT ANYWAYS
She then moved to Los Angeles, where she made connections with people from the industry and she started working as a touring/session musician for many popular bands. Always hiding the fact that she’s related to The Jacksons from New Jersey.
She kept it low-key, still living her wild lifestyle filled with alcohol, hard partying, one night stands and occasional drugs.
Ever since Helena broke her heart, she grew colder and promised to never fall in love again so she’d just mess around with boys and girls here and there but never maintaining any serious relationship, and when she felt herself catching feelings, she’d runaway as soon as possible
Now, soon to turn 30 years old, she decided to take a break from the tour life and find herself a quiet town to keep on living a private, yet wild, lifestyle. That’s how she ended up in Crownsville last August.
She currently works as a jazz pianist in bars or restaurants downtown, and as a local musician: helping local bands when they need someone to fill in for a night gig. 
Sometimes she holds exhibitions of her paintings around town, and she has slowly made herself a name so it’s not unusual for people to come to her and request a painting.
ok that was it i’m sorry it was SO LONG but still it’s still way shorter than the bio lmao but you can fully find it under /bio if u wanna read
Okay if u wanna plot just hmu!! Sorry her backstory is so sad and that I typed SO MUCH lmao if u made it to the end THANK U SO MUCH, if I don’t pass out i’ll start interacting now, if not tomorrow will be!! I only slept 5 hours bc of the Avengers Endgame midnight screening and I still haven’t fully recovered both physically and emotionally wow okay i’ll just shut up now lmao gnight (◡‿◡✿)
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maealbert ¡ 6 years ago
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Bad Memories // The Liaison
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A/N: Added a new OC to the series! So happy for ya’ll to have met Charlie in the last episode, she won’t last long though….js... (By the way, I made up a town in Georgia so go along with it) A/N: This is also 20 pages long, SO ENJOY! Master List The Liaison
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“When we get up to our floor, can you please go find Anderson for me? I need him to run to find me some files down in the basement.” Lucy said to Spencer as they walked into the elevator. “Oh and before I forget, I stopped by the office when I done with Lauren and dropped off a few files on your desk that need to get done before the end of the month. Cruz says your missing a few entries in the file.”
“How much coffee have you had this morning?” Spencer says hitting the button for the sixth floor.
“None, actually.” Lucy responds adjusting the strap of her go-bag on her shoulder.
As the doors open on the sixth floor, the two of them walk out meeting Garcia in the lobby. “Good morning my beautiful birdies.” She greeted them with a bright smile and tight hug for both of them. “Did you hear about the new addition?” She said looking at Lucy. “According to Sam and the rest of the team, she’s a beast. Crazy good.”
“No one’s told me anything about her.” Lucy says giving Spencer the side eye look. “I’ve been in the dark the whole time you guys have been gone.”
“Well she’s here already if you want to meet her.” Garcia says. “Come on!”
Lucy stopped in her tracks when she saw Charlie standing next to JJ and Emily as they laughed about something Rossi was talking about. “What’s wrong?” Spencer asks as he walked over to Lucy.
“I know her..” Lucy says.
“We know you two had classes together under Gideon.” Spencer says stuffing one his hands into his pants pocket.
Lucy shook her head. “I...I have to go…” Lucy says as she leaves the bullpen and heads to her office. Dropping her bags on the couch she walks over to her desk and collapses into the chair.
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“So how was the flight here?” JJ asks.
“Not bad.. I slept through most of it.” Charlie giggles.
“Morning, Reid.” Luke says when he sees Spencer walking over. “Where’s Luce?”
“Oh.. Uh, she’s in her office.”
“I’ll go get her.” JJ says as she leaves the bullpen.
She knocks on the door and peers her head inside. “Hey, Charlie’s here.”
“I know..” Lucy says not tearing her eyes away from her laptop.
“Don’t you want to come say hello?”
“Can’t,” Lucy says getting up from her desk chair. “I have to meet with Cruz.” Grabbing her phone she heads off to the elevator leaving JJ in her office. JJ goes back to the rest of the team.
“Where is she?” Spencer asks.
“She has to meet with Cruz. Maybe later.” JJ says turning her attention to Charlie.
“No worries,” Charlie says waving her in dismissal. “I’ll see her eventually.”
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“You’re probably wondering why I called you in this morning.” Cruz says as he hands Lucy a cup of coffee before retreating behind his desk.
“Yes, actually.” Lucy says sitting down across from him.
“The Director has transferred a new agent from San Francisco to join your team.”
“Yeah, I found out this morning when I came in.”
Cruz nods his head. “She will be a profiler but I also want her to help you out cases, going through them, deciding which ones need our assistance most.”
“Is Emily aware of all this?”
“Yes, I emailed her everything. But I wanted to talk to you in person so it wouldn’t have come as a surprise.”
“So do we share offices or…”
Cruz chuckles shaking his head. “She’ll have her own desk out in the bullpen. She’ll only come to your office from noon to five to help you out.”
“With all due respect, sir, I don’t need help. I’m ahead on my work. Like five months worth. All I need to do it get the next cases put together.”
“She can help with that. Give them all to her and she’ll put them together for you.”
“But I have a system. JJ taught me hers but I modified it to work for me.”
“You seem to be hostile towards this idea and Charlotte.”
Lucy rolls her eyes before crossing her arms over her chest. “I’m very protective over my work and my space.” She then responds turning her eyes back on Cruz. “And yes I am hostile towards Charlotte. The academy was hell with her.”
“Charlotte? I never knew her to be like that?”
“That’s because you never shared a dorm with her. I’ve known her since high school, sir. I know her better than anyone here. Please, I’m begging you. Do not let her come into my personal space.”
“She can’t be that bad,” Cruz says leaning back in his chair. “But the decision has already been made. You are dismissed.”
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A knock came on her office and Charlie peered her head in. “Hey, it’s noon.” She says.
“Oh..” Lucy says putting down her pen. “Right…” She stands up from her desk and walks over to the bookshelf where she kept the newest files on hand. “This is where I am at right now. I have a particular system to how this should be done. I, however, don’t have time to sit and explain to you because I have to get this case ready for the team.” Lucy hands her a completed file from a few months ago. “This is a copy of a case report I’ve done up already. By following this, you should be able to get this stack done pretty easily. If you have any questions, I’ll be in the copy room getting all this done.” Lucy says as she picks up the original case file from her desk and leaves the office.
Charlie peeks her head out of the office and watches Lucy head down the hall to the copy room. Once she had disappeared around the corner, Charlie got up from the couch and went over to Lucy’s desk. Seeing that Lucy had logged out already, she knew just how to get in. Typing away she heard a ding as the computer unlocked and she was on the home page. “Alright, Lucinda, let’s see where you keep those files.”
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“Oh good!” Garcia says as she walks into the copy room. “I was just about to see if you were in your office.”
Lucy shakes her head. “I’m in here.”
Garcia peers around the printer before groaning. “Ugh.. Another case?”
Lucy shrugs her shoulders. “Sorry… This came in while you guys were in San Francisco.”
“Where is it?”
“You’ll find out.”
Lucy grabbed the last of the papers. “Now time to sort them into individuals.” Lucy says as she picks up the enormous stack of papers and pictures.”
“And when is everyone leaving?” Garcia asks as they both leave the copy room.
“Tomorrow the latest. I told the Sheriff that I would brief the team today and that we’d be leaving first thing tomorrow morning.” Lucy explains as they passed the bullpen.
Charlie glances up from the computer upon hearing Lucy and Garcia’s voice. Not finding what she was looking for, she quickly exited out of everything she was in and logged out of the computer. She rushed over to the couch and quickly picked up a case file and pretended she was still figuring out the system.
“Well do you think we could have a ladies’ night when you all get back? It’s much deserved.���
Lucy giggles as she walks over to her desk. “Yeah, I’m down. I’ll talk to Spencer and see if he can watch the kids while we’re out.”
“Two hours max. A nice little dinner in the city.”
“Yeah,” Lucy laughs. “Remember the last time you all said two hours?”
Garcia rolls her eyes. “This time it really will be two hours. I heard the Hard Rock is having a special through the rest of the month. Maybe we could go there.”
“You’ll have to see what everyone else says.” Lucy says as she sits down at her desk. “Now, can you do me a favor?”
“Sure!”
“Be my little birdie and inform the team that they need to be at the round table at twelve. Gives me to sort these out.”
“I will do that.” Garcia says as she leaves the office.
“How are the files coming?” Lucy asks Charlie as she gets to work.
“Your system is a lot more complex than I thought.” Charlie says a laugh.
“You’ll get used to it.” Lucy says as she gets to work on sorting on the current case files.
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“Six men, in Woods Valley, Georgia, were found shot and killed in their homes.”
“Six?” Emily questions. “Why not call us sooner?”
“They thought they had it under control when the third victim was found, but the next three came so rapidly that they were getting overwhelmed which is when they called me while you all in San Francisco,” Lucy explains. “I’ve been working with them when the fifth victim was found. They contacted me as soon as the body was discovered. The sixth was found several hours ago. All were married with three kids. They travel a lot to due to business meetings.”
“When we land, I want JJ, Matt, and Luke to go check out the latest crime scene. Rossi and Reid will go with Tara to the coroner’s to take a look at the bodies. Luce, Charlie, and myself will set up at the police department.”
“Before I forget,” Lucy says. “Police only have cruisers for arrests. All other tasks are handled on horses.”
“You’re kidding..” Luke says.
Lucy nods her head. “I have everything set up. We’ll take a flight to Atlanta but we have to take a train to Woods Valley. It’s a town kind of like Hope Valley in When Calls The Heart.”
“The wild west, how fun.” Rossi says chuckling.
“Each crime is local so walking isn’t too far. However, if you don’t want to walk, you can take a horse.”
“Does everyone ride horses in this town?” JJ asks.
“No, not everyone. If you want to drive a car, you can. There’s no law against it. This is just a town that used horses to get around town. Have been for hundred of years. They only time majority use their cars if they’re driving farther out of town.”
“I don’t know how to ride a horse.” Spencer says.
“Oh! That’s another thing,” Lucy says. “Buggies. The department has some buggies that hook onto the horse. That should be easy for you to manage.” Lucy says.
“Alright, we leave tomorrow first thing in the morning. Until then, get as much work done as you can tonight.”
“Flight leaves at eight.” Lucy calls after the team.
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The rest of the day was pretty quiet after Anderson came in to take files to the basement for Lucy. “Oh, actually Anderson!” Lucy calls before he leaves her office. “Take Charlie with you so she knows where to go in case she needs to go down there.”
“Alright, let’s go.” Anderson says motioning for Charlie to follow him.
Getting down to the basement level where old files were kept, he showed Charlie how the filing system is set up. “So if I needed to find a file from 2011, where would that be?”
“Ah, right over here.” Anderson says leading her down several rows of shelves until he came to 2011. “All right here. Is there a file that Lucy needs?”
“Oh no, I just wanted to know.”
“Oh, okay. Well we’d better get back upstairs.” Anderson as he shows Charlie the direction to the door.
Reaching Lucy’s office, Charlie dives back into work making the quietness just plain awkward.
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The next morning the team had all arrived at the airport just as it was time to take off. Each board the jet one at a time and taking their seats. “I don’t know how well this is going to go over with the horses.” Luke says taking his seat on the couch.
“It’s a lot easier than you think.” Lucy says.
“That’s easy for you to say.” He says. “I haven’t ridden a horse since I was thirteen.”
“It’s like a riding bike, Luke.”
“A bike is totally different from a horse. A horse can choose not to listen, a bike is not alive and therefore can’t do anything but move when you move.” Luke replies as Lucy gets up to get a bottled water from the back kitchen area.
It wasn’t long before they landed at the Atlanta airport and making their way to the train station. “Oooo I’ve never been on a train before.” Charlie says. “It’s so much different from the metro.”
Emily sat next Lucy in one of the rows and handed her a bag of pretzels. “So how are you adjusting to having Charlie on the team?”
“I don’t know..” Lucy says opening the bag of pretzels. “We’ve never been good friends and I just… I feel as if there’s something hidden about her..”
“What? Like a hidden agenda?”
“Yeah, exactly!” Lucy says nodding her head. “Anderson even thought she was acting weird when he showed her down to the basement filing room.”
“How so?”
“She asked where files from 2011 would shelved and of course he showed her where they would.”
“So you think she’s looking for a cold case?”
“Well yeah, but why is the main question? Why would she looking for a case from 2011?” Lucy glances over at Charlie who was seated just a few rows in front of her. “She even went through my computer looking for it.”
“She looked through your computer? How did she even get in?”
“Hacking, I assume. I use a lot of numbers for my password so I highly doubt she would have figured it out.”
“And 2011? That’s specific?”
“But what could’ve happened in 2011 that the FBI investigated that would make her interested in it?” Emily questions. “And why try to be sneaky about it?”
Lucy shrugs her shoulders. “I have no idea but I plan on finding out sooner rather than later.”
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Arriving at the Woods Valley train station, they were met by several officers on horseback, each holding another horse by it’s reigns. “Welcome to Woods Valley, agents.” One of them spoke. “I’m Sheriff Gallagher.” He says. “We’re pressed on time, the captain is itching for some answers. We only brought seven horses so four of you will have to partner up.”
Lucy grabbed hold of Spencer and took him over to a horse while Tara went with Emily. “It’s a not far treck from here to the center of town. A couple officers will lead some of your agents to the latest crime scene, then some to the coroner’s, and I’ll take the rest to the station.”
Lucy climbed up on the horse first and got herself settled before Spencer climbed on, with the assistance from Luke. “Be careful.”
Lucy laughs. “Who wants to race?” She says winking to the others.
“You’re on.” JJ says taking on the challenge.
“We are not racing.” Spencer says. “I’d rather ride with Luke.”
“Hop on.” Luke says nodding his head. “At least I’ll be careful.”
Spencer slid off the horse and went over to Luke as JJ rode up next to you. “You two please be careful!” Emily calls.
“Hi-yah!” Lucy shouts kicking the sides of the horse making it take off.
“You cheater!” She hears JJ yells behind her.
Laughing even harder, she kicks the horse to make him go faster. “Come on boy, you can do it. We’re almost there.” She says seeing the edge of the town coming into view. Soon she hears hooves behind her and then she sees JJ riding up beside her.
“Cheaters never win.” JJ taunts as she picks up speed.
They were neck and neck once they reached the town. Lucy could see the police department come in to view. She started to slow down until she came to a stop in front of the department, JJ coming up just seconds behind her.
“You’re pretty good.” JJ says as she dismounts her horse.
“Pretty good?” Lucy says as she dismounts hers as well. “I beat your ass here.” Lucy laughs.
Untying her bags from the saddle, she heads up the steps and into the department. “It was completely empty. “So all of the officers that work here were there to meet us at the station.” JJ says.
“Help me get set up then? Until the others get here.” Lucy says.
“Let’s get to it.” JJ says nodding her head towards the conference room.
“Oh good, you’ve got everything set up.” Emily says as she and the others walked into the room.
“Officer Brown and Officer Shultz will take some of you to the crime scene, Officer Ray and Officer Thornton will take some of you to the latest crime scene; it’s been contained since so your agents will be able to see everything like we did when we got there. And then finally, the rest of you will stay here.”
The team split up to their assigned tasks while Emily, Lucy, and Charlie stayed with the Sheriff. “If you don’t mind me asking,” Charlie says. Instantly Lucy’s head shot up and she slowly closed the file. “Can you tell us more about our victims? All we know is that they were family men who traveled a lot for business.” Lucy rolled her eyes knowing Charlie was just trying to make it seem like Lucy wasn’t doing her job correctly. “After all, you know these men way better than we do.”
“Oh yeah, everything you said is true. They all were family men. Always put their family first. I had conversations with them about their traveling and they say they hated it, always being away from their families for days maybe even weeks depending on how meetings and production went. Their children was their life. These men would die to protect them.”
“Do you think they died protecting them?” Charlie questions.
“I wouldn’t doubt it but their families weren’t home at the time of the attacks.” The Sheriff responded. “The children were in school and the wives were at a sewing class when it all happened.”
“So we can rule out the wives,” Emily says. “Who would want to go after these men?”
“Sir!” An officer runs over, clearly out of breath.
“What’s going on?” Gallagher said.
“The press, they’re already gathering outside, sir. Some even came from Atlanta and surrounding cities.”
“I’ll handle them.” Lucy says. But she notices Charlie was already gone. “Where’d Charlie go?” Lucy quickly leaves the room and heads outside to find Charlie conversing with the press. “Excuse me,” Lucy says as she pushes her way through the crowd of reporters and cameramen. “Excuse me.” She reaches Charlie and covers her mouth. “At this time the FBI has no comments. I will be sure to contact you if we have any information that we can give out.”
“And who are you?” A reporter spoke up as she thrust her microphone at Lucy.
Lucy kindly moved it way from her. “Agent De Luca. I’m the liaison for the team.”
“But she told us she was.” Another reporter spoke up.
“From now on, any questions will be directed towards myself and Agent Prentiss.” Lucy says as she grabs hold of Charlie’s arm and pulls her back inside the department. “What the hell was that?” Lucy says once the doors had been shut.
“Someone needed to talk to them.”
“You do not talk to the press unless you are told to by myself or Prentiss, got it?”
“What’s the harm in helping?” Charlie says tossing her arms over her chest.
“If you’re going to do that, you need to make sure you have the right answers to give before you speak; otherwise you tell them nothing and leave it at that.”
“Why are you so pressed about this? I was just trying to help.”
“What we need help with right now is finding the unsub. I have the press covered. Just do your job and I’ll do mine.” Lucy says before she walks away.
Emily walks out of the conference room. “Sheriff just got walkied. There’s been another victim found.”
“Where?” Lucy says.
Emily hands Lucy a piece of paper with the address written on it. “Spencer and Rossi are on their way there right now. I want you to meet them there.”
“Just don’t let her do my job.”
“I’ll handle the press until you get back.” Emily says.
“Here take this.” The Sheriff says as he hands Lucy as walkie talkie. “Just in case anything happens on your way there, cell service is spotty.”
“Don’t jinx me.” Lucy smiles taking the walkie talkie from Gallagher and hooking to her belt loop.
Walking out of the department, she mounts her horse and head off towards the crime scene. “Hi-yah! Let’s go boy! Hi-yah!” She shouts kicking the horse’s sides. Reaching the woods ten minutes later she slows down just a little noticing the horse was getting anxious. “What is it boy?” She says reaching forward to stroke his jet black hair. “What’s got you nervous?” She stops the horse in its tracks when she hears rustling in the woods. She turns in a circle looking at every angle when the horse neighs and throwing his front hooves in the air. “WHOA WHOA!” She exclaims. He jumps up in his hind legs again, this time knocking Lucy off of him. Her screams fill the air as she falls with a thud to the ground. The wind was knocked out of her making it hard to catch her breath. The horse runs off in fright. Suddenly she was knocked backwards on her back and an amr pressed to her neck cutting off her air supply.
A woman hovered over Lucy, her eyes staring intensely into hers. “Stay...away.. They deserved it…��� Just as fast as she pinned Lucy to the ground, she was gone.
Remember what Rossi said… She thought to herself. “Don’t go to sleep.. You go to sleep, you die. Don’t go to sleep!”
But despite how hard she fought to stay awake and call for help, it was getting harder to keep her eyes open.
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Shouts could be heard outside as a horse dashed through the town. A few men ran after it to try to stop it and calm it down. Emily and the Sheriff ran outside to find that it was Lucy’s horse with no Lucy riding it.
Soon Spencer’s voice came through the walkie talkie. “Emily, where’s Lucy? I thought you said she was meeting us here?”
“Lucy’s in trouble.” She responded back to him.
Rossi ran out of the house and back to his horse. “Spence, you don’t even know how to ride!” Rossi calls after him.
“I’ll figure it out!” Spencer says before kicking the sides of the horse and taking off into the woods.
“Coulter! Wild! We got a federal agent missing.” Gallagher says. “Hook up the wagon, we’re going out!”
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Ducking underneath low branches, Spencer sees a dark mass lying on the path. Getting closer her sees Lucy’s hand, her wedding rings shining in the sunlight that peeked through the trees. Stopping his horse he dismounts and quickly runs over to her.
“Lucy..” He says slowly and carefully turning her over. “Lucy, come on. Wake up.”
Pulling his hand away from underneath her head he finds blood covering his hand. Immediately he tore off his coat and bunched it up before placing underneath Lucy’s head. He leans down towards her chest and feels her breathing. He sighed in relief knowing she was alive but unconscious. Hearing hooves and wagon wheels turning he looks up to see the Sheriff and Emily coming through the trees. Emily jumped off her horse before the wagon stopped and ran over to the two of them.
“She unconscious but still breathing.” Spencer says. “She has a head injury on the back of her head.”
Gallagher hops of his horse with a first aid kit and begins wrapping Lucy’s head. “Gently, we’re going to lift her into the wagon and bring her back to Dr. Preston.”
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“How’s Lucy doing?” JJ asks as the team piles into the conference room.
“Doctor’s monitoring her right now. She’s gonna need stitches though from her fall.” Emily explains. “Which means I will be handling the press until the doctor gives her the okay to be back on her feet.”
“Has she woken up yet?” Rossi says hoping Emily wouldn’t say no.
“No word yet from Spencer.” Emily says shaking her head.
“How did this happen?” Tara says as she sits down at the table.
“Horse was frightened by something,” Charlie says. “It was in a frenzy when it came back to the town.”
“We won’t know exactly what happened until she wakes up.” Emily says. Just as she said that her phone buzzed in her pocket and she pulled it out to see a text from Spencer. “Spencer says she just woke up. I want Rossi to go over there and sees if she can remember what happened. The rest of us will get started on the profile before we deliver it to the officers.
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“We just got into the woods when the horse started getting anxious.” Lucy says, her eyes trained on the floor below her. Rossi wanted to try a cognitive to see if she would remember anything. “I turned in a circle to look around me but I didn’t see anything. He must have seen something that I didn’t because he kept jumping up on his hind legs and I fell to the ground. I don’t remember hitting my head on anything but I got the wind knocked out of me..” She took in a deep breath. “I couldn’t breathe...  Whoever scared the horse didn’t want me going to the house. She pinned me to the ground and basically choking me…. She said to stay away and that they deserved it.”
“Was she talking about the victims?” Rossi asks.
Lucy nods her head. “I think so. I mean it only makes sense since I was heading towards the newest crime scene to meet up with you and Reid.”
“Do you remember what she looked like?”
“Uh…. She didn’t look very tall. About an inch or two shorter than I was. She sounded young, maybe fourteen or fifteen. Brown eyes, black hair. She had on a bracelet that had a date written on it. Uh… Two….sixteen….two thousand eleven.”
Rossi could see that Lucy was getting distressed so he ended the cognitive. “Alright, take a deep breath, open your eyes.” Lucy did as he told her to. “Don’t push yourself.”
“But she could be our unsub. I saw her. I have to find her.”
“No, no. Right now you need to rest.”
“But she got away. She killed seven men. I have to find her.” Lucy says pushing past Rossi.
“Lucy, where are you going?” Spencer says as he runs after her.
“I have to find her…” She says when he grabs hold of her arm.
“Find who?”
“The unsub.. I have to find the unsub.”
“No you don’t,” Spencer says pulling her back. “You need to rest.”
“I’ll be fine. I need to find her.” She yanks her arm away from Spencer and heads for the department. As she walked towards the stables, she dialed Garcia’s number.
“Oh my gosh! You’re awake! How are you feeling?”
“I’m fine, I need you to find someone for me.”
“Oh tell me it isn’t the person who almost killed you?” Garcia says.
“It is.. But I have some details that could help you find her.”
“Alright, hit me baby. My fingers are ready.”
“Okay, it’s a female…”
“That narrows it down to sixty.”
“She has black hair, brown eyes.”
“Okay, this works. I’m down to seven females.”
“Send me their photos.” Lucy says as she steps into the stables.
“I’m on it. Does Emily know what you’re up to?”
“I’m sure Spencer went to get her.”
“Please be careful. If she can kill seven men without remorse, what makes you think she won’t kill you?”
“Don’t worry, P.” Lucy says before hanging up.
“Agent De Luca!” One of the stable workers said as he approached Lucy. “You’re awake! How are you feeling?”
“Okay, I guess.” Lucy laughs. “Where’s my horse?”
“Oh you mean Max? He’s resting right now in the other stable. After that scare he isn’t going out anywhere anytime soon. But I have Bullet ready to go if you’d like to take him?”
“He sounds promising.” Lucy says following the worker over to Bullet.
“Hey buddy, ready to go for a ride?” He says brushing Bullet’s hair. Lucy’s phone beeps in her pocket. She pulls it out to see all the photos of the seven women sent from Garcia. Scrolling through them she sees the girl who attacked her. “Hey, do you know this girl?” She says showing the photo to the worker.
“Of course! Her name’s Opal Winters. It must be tough being her right now.”
Lucy furrows her eyebrows. “Why do you say that?”
“Well because her father was murdered. It’ll be seven years ago in February.”
“That explains the bracelet she was wearing.”
“What is it yellow?” The worker asks.
“Yeah.” Lucy says nodding her head.
“Everyone has one. She had them made for his funeral.”
“Do you know where she lives?”
“Yes, behind the school. The blue house with the duck statue in the front yard.” The worker takes Bullet out of his stall and hands the reins over to Lucy. “Does she have something to do with these murders?”
“I’m not sure, I just want to talk to her.” Lucy says as she mounts the horse and rides him out of the stables. Luckily the house was in the opposite direction of the department, Emily would never see her.
Coming to the house she ties the horse to the pole in the front yard before going up to the step to the front door. She knocks on the door. It open a few seconds later revealing a woman. She had to be Opal’s mother.
“Can I help you?”
“Hi, I’m looking for Opal Winters?” Lucy says holding up her badge. “I have a few questions for her.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. You just missed her.”
“How long ago did she leave?”
“Just a few minutes ago.”
“Did she say where?”
The mother shook her head. “All I know is that she got a call and then she was gone.”
“How did she act when she got the call?”
“A little mad and nervous. She was biting on her nails while she was on the phone.”
“Do you by any chance know where she could’ve gone? Favorite place to go when she wants to be alone?”
“I sometimes find her at the lake.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Winters.” Lucy says as she leaves the house and gets back on her horse.
“Lucy!” She turns around to see Emily riding over on her horse with Spencer on the other one. “What are you doing?”
“I think I know who the unsub is.” Lucy says as she rides over to them.
“Care to tell us who it is?”
“Oh you’ll know.” Lucy says as she pulls out her phone. “Garcia, I need the last number that called Opal Winters.”
“Let me see what I can get.” Garcia says as she starts typing away. “Here we go. 555-0594.”
“And who owns that number?”
“Uh… Let me check..” It went silent for a while.
“Hello? Garcia?”
“Y-Yeah, yeah I’m here.”
“So? Who tipped her off?”
“Charlie….”
“Charlie? What she have anything to do with--That’s why she was about cases from 2011.” Lucy says. “Thanks Garcia.” She says before hanging up. “Charlie called Opal.” She says to
“But why would Charlie call Opal?” Emily says.
“Remember on the train I told you she asked Anderson about cases from 2011?”
“You think she has a part in this?”
“I guess we’ll have to find out. I was gonna have Garcia find the murder case of Opal’s father from that year.”
“Spencer, go back to the department and call Garcia. Make sure that Charlie is not around when you do. We don’t want to spook her and make things worse.”
“I’m on it.” Spencer says as he turns around and rides back to the department.
“Alright, where do you think Opal is?”
“Her mom says she likes to go to the lake when she wants to be alone.”
“Do you think she’ll be there?”
“It’s worth a shot to see.” Lucy says as she starts to lead the way to the lake. It wasn’t too far from the town. Just a few minutes max.
Once they arrived at the lake, they saw Opal sitting along the shore of the lake. Lucy dismounted her horse followed by Emily. Lucy waited until they were closer to speak up in case she tries to run from them. “Opal..” Lucy says.
“I knew you’d find me..” Opal says not turning around to face either of them.
“Come on, Opal. Let’s go have a little talk.” Lucy says standing her up. She brings her over to the horse. “Don’t even think of trying to ride off.” Lucy says as she hoists Opal onto Bullet. She climbs up behind Opal as Emily put the handcuffs on to Opal’s hands. They took her back to the department and sticking her in an interrogation room before going to find Spencer.
“Did you find her?” He asks once they found him in the Sheriff’s office.
“Yeah, we got her.” Lucy says as she closes the door behind her and Emily. “What did Garcia find?”
“Opal’s father was murdered the same way all seven of our victims were. A single gunshot to the head, execution style.”
“Anything about Charlie?”
Spencer nodded his head. “But she didn’t go by the name Charlotte Ingles. She used the alias, Kimberly King.”
“And she was never caught?”
Spencer shakes his head. “No, it’s like she disappeared after the murder of Mr. Winters before the police could catch up to her. She pretended to be a brunette despite her really being blonde.”
“But why murder Opal’s father?”
“She didn’t have motive. They found records from the apartment she was living in. She was paid to kill him.”
“Like a hitman?”
Spencer nods his head. “But not by Opal.”
“So who?”
“Her mother.”
“She was never arrested?”
Spencer shakes his head again. “No, because Opal’s mother is dead. She killed herself before they could make in arrest.”
“So it went cold because they couldn’t find Charlie?”
“There was no point to searching for her after they discovered that Mrs. Winters was behind the whole thing.”
“Wait… So who was the woman I talked to at the house?”
“Opal’s father’s sister-in-law, Talia.” Spencer says handing her picture to Lucy. “She took custody of Opal after Mr. and Mrs. Winters passed.”
“But did Opal kill those men now?” Emily questions. “And why did Charlie tip her off?”
“I guess it’s time to interrogate them both.” Lucy suggests.
“You talk to Opal, I’ll talk to Charlie with Luke.” Emily says as they all leave the office.
Spencer hands off the file to Emily to take in with her when she talks to Charlie. Lucy heads into the first room to talk to Opal while Emily went to find Charlie. “Charlie..” She says walking into the briefing room. “Come with me please..”
“Why are we in here?” Charlie asks as Emily brings her into the second interrogation room.
Emily keeps quiet as she sits down at the table and starts placing pictures down on the metal surface. Each one of different angles of Opal’s father. “Sit..”
“Emily, what is this?” Charlie sitting down at the other side of the table.
“Does the name Kimberly King ring a bell?” Emily says folding her hands together. She watched Charlie closely. She watched how she’d react and just as Emily had been hoping for, Charlie reacted by clenching her fists tightly. Her eyes darting between each photograph of Opal’s father. “You used Kimberly King as an alias to throw authorities off your trail after you were hired to murder Mr. Winters back in 2011.”
Lucy and Opal sat in the first interrogation room in silence. “Opal… I’m going to ask you again. Why did Charlie call you today?” Opal still kept herself silent. “Opal, you’re making this harder than it needs to be.”
Opal dropped her arms from her chest. “I don’t know any Charlie…”
“Yes you do because she uses the name, Kimberly King..” Lucy says. That alone struck a nerve with Opal. “Your mother hired Kimberly King, as a hitman, to murder your father.”
“I would’ve done the same thing if I were her.” Opal says rolling her eyes.
“Did you kill these men?” Lucy says setting out photos of the seven men on the table.
“They’re just like him…. Always leaving their families behind.”
“Did you kill them?” Lucy asks again.
“Yes! Alright!” Opal exclaims. “I killed them! Kimberly--Charlie--whoever she is, she called me and told me you knew who I was and that you were coming to talk to me.”
“Have you kept in contact with Charlie since?”
Opal nods her head. “She told me she’d take care of it.”
“Take care of what?” Lucy asks. Opal retreated back to her silent state not uttering a word. Leaving the interrogation room and locking the door behind her, she makes her way to the second room to find Luke inside the room with his gun drawn. Lucy immediately pulled out her gun and entered the room. There she found Charlie with her arm wrapped around Emily’s neck and a gun pointed to her head.
“Charlie… Put the gun down..” Lucy says.
“I told her I’d take care of it…” Charlie says. “Burn the files, throw you guys off the trail.”
“Charlie, it’s over. Drop the gun.” Luke says.
“That’s why I wanted to work in the BAU.” Charlie says, her hand gripping tighter around the gun. “Don’t get me wrong, I love the FBI, it’s what I dreamed of doing. But when Kimberly got the call about a hit, well.. I couldn’t pass that up.”
“You were never like this, Charlie.” Lucy says. “Now put the gun down and we can talk about this.”
“Talk about this? There’s nothing to talk about. I murdered a man because his wife wanted me to and now his daughter is doing what I did. I called her because I didn’t want her to end up like me. Running and hiding.”
“We would have found her after she attacked me, Charlie. She ran when you called.”
“But I told her not to. I told her to turn herself in.”
“And you? What will you do now?” Lucy questions. “Take your own advice?”
Charlie stared at Lucy. Her hand slowly released its tension before the gun dropped to the floor. She pushed Emily away and raised her hands in the air. “Is there anything else you’d like to take from me?” Charlie says as Luke handcuffs her and takes her out of the room. Lucy holsters her gun and goes over to Emily.
“Are you okay?”
Emily nods her head. “I’m done with the wild west. I just want to go home.” Lucy smiles. “You and me both.”
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Walking out of the saloon with her bags on her shoulders, Lucy looks up to see JJ riding over holding onto the reins of Bullet. “So we’ve got a couple hours to kill before the train comes,” She prompts. “How about we go for a ride?”
“Wait for me!” Emily says as she rides up on her own horse.
“I thought you were done with the wild west?” Lucy says.
“One last ride won’t hurt. When’s the next time we’ll get the chance to ride a horse again?”
Lucy shrugs her shoulders as she drops her bags to the floor. “Why not?”
Spencer walks by and grabs Lucy’s bags. “We’ll meet you three at the station.”
Lucy walks over to Bullet and swings herself up on top of him. “First one to the lake is a dead fish!” She yells before kicking the horses’ sides. “Hi-yah!”
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ourloveisforthelovely ¡ 4 years ago
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In the Dark 5
Harry Potter Marauders Era
Link to Chapter 5
Pairings: Sirius x Reader 
Rating: M- smut
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After you stormed out of the common room, Lily and Marlene came running down the stairs. Lily didn’t have to look at Sirius to know that he knew about the conversation.
“What the hell is going on around here?”
Sirius snapped in Marlene’s direction. Marlene’s face went blood red.
“It slipped out! I didn’t mean to tell her...at at least not like that.”
She said, looking close to tears. Sirius looked like he couldn’t care less. Marlene was lucky that she was a girl at the moment!
“So you just go and blab to her about us sleeping together? It was called a one night stand...in other words, we don’t talk about it. I hope you’re happy. She is pissed at me! I am lucky that she didn’t kick me in the shins.”
Marlene looked down clearly ashamed.
“I’m sorry...I am just used to telling Y/n everything…”
Sirius ignored his friend's uncomfortable gazes before glancing at James.
“Cover your ears. Marlene, Y/n and I slept with each other for the first time last night, and thanks to you...it was ruined.”
Meanwhile…
You walked through the halls desperate to find someplace to hideout. The last thing that you really wanted at the moment was to face any of your friends. You knew that you would have to face Sirius eventually but right now that was a big hell no!
Maybe you were being childish by being so upset but it didn’t feel that way. You had seen Sirius sneak off with plenty of girls but this time it was Marlene. She was one of your best girlfriends. You thought that, of all people, she would have told you that she messed around with your crush. Marlene knew exactly how you felt about Sirius!
She should have said something…
Maybe it was her cavalier attitude toward the subject that bothered you the most! Marlene acted like it was no big deal.
Sirius is good in bed so I’m not shocked that you had a good time.
Marlene’s words cut you like a knife. Another painful part was the fact that Lily seemed to know and didn't say anything. Maybe Lily was trying to protect you and just failed miserably? You couldn’t help but wonder were your friends really your friends at all?
Your thoughts were disturbed by a group of Slytherin girls picking on what looked like a Gryffindor 1st year.
You’ve got to be kidding me.
You muttered before walking over.
“Why don’t you lot kick rocks and leave her alone?”
The girls turned and looked at you with matching frowns.
“Mind your own business!”
One snapped. The other backed away slowly. She recognized you right away! The last thing that she wanted to do was mess with Y/n Potter and have her band of merry men come after her! She had seen what James Potter and Sirius Black had done to Severus Snape on a few occasions and wanted none of that.
“Lucinda, you know who she is!”
The girl hissed to her friend.
“Good call.”
You said, idly. The last thing that you really wanted to do was look like a major hypocrite and get in a fight with some 5th year Slytherin that obviously had a superiority complex.
Desperate times call for desperate measures.
You thought with a smile.
The girl identified as Lucinda didn’t back down.
“I don’t care if she is Sirius Black’s whore.”
You raised an eyebrow before giggling.
“You’re wild. Do you like to eat slugs or dance for 24 hours straight? It can be arranged.”
You replied with a smile. Lucinda slowly backed away before grabbing her friend’s arm and walking down the hallway.
“Idiots.”
You muttered before turning back to the 1st year girl who was gathering up her books. The poor thing looked petrified. You slowly bent down and gathered up the remanding books and handed them to her with a smile. Her big green eyes were full of tears as she muttered a quiet thank you.
“You should just hex them next time. It will teach them a lesson. I’m Y/n.”
The girl smiled.
“I’m Muriel. I’ve seen you in the common room before. Your brother is James Potter, right?”
You nodded with a smile.
“Yep, that would be my brother.”
Muriel smiled.
“My friend Kathryn has a shameless crush on him and your boyfriend too.”
It was your turn to smile. Muriel already made you wish that James and yourself had a younger sister.
“Yeah, that’s most girls in this school it seems. So I’m headed to the lake. Would you like to come with me?”
Muriel seemed a little surprised! Your group of friends seemed a bit exclusive and never included younger kids. This was an invitation that was too good to pass up.
“I would love to!”
Meanwhile…
Sirius and James walked through the halls trying to find any sign of you. James regretted giving the map to Peter that morning. If they had it, he wouldn’t be on some crazy goose chase with Sirius.
“What made you want to sleep with Marlene?”
He finally asked. Sirius’ grey eyes immediately rolled.
“Do we really want to have this conversation?”
James nodded.
“Well, seeing as my sister is pissed at you because of the event and we can’t find her...it would be great to be filled in.”
Sirius groaned.
“It was last year after a party. I don’t even remember which one. James, it really didn’t mean anything to me and I sure as hell didn’t do it to hurt Y/n.”
“I already knew that. If I was concerned about you sleeping with girls to hurt Y/n; we would have had a conversation a long time ago. I know that you love my sister.”
Sirius was half expecting James to make a comment about how his man whoring ways had hurt the one person that he loved the most.
“I thought I wasn’t good enough for her.”
James stopped walking.
“Sirius, you are plenty good enough for her! We’ve had this conversation before. Stop beating yourself up, okay?”
Sirius nodded.
“Thanks. Let's try the great hall. It's lunchtime. Maybe she’s there.”
Walking to their normal spot, Remus sat with a herbology book in front of him. Lily and Dorcas were busy finishing up a potions essay. All three looked up when James and Sirius plopped down. Remus was the first to speak.
“Any sign of Y/n?”
Sirius shook his head. The poor guy looked beyond depressed. Remus couldn’t help feeling sorry for him. Sirius finally got the one girl that he wanted more than anyone and now it seemed to be a dumpster fire.
“It's like she disappeared off of the planet.”
“There she is!”
Lily finally squeaked. Sirius practically jumped up as you walked in with a herd of giggling first years. He raised an eyebrow before turning to James.
“She's gone and acquired a miniature posse.”
James stood up enough to see his sister talking to the herd of little girls that seemed enamored with her.
“Don’t worry Padfoot. If she wanted to kill you or Marlene, I don’t think that she would hire a bunch of little girls to do the job. I hope they all don’t come over here. We don’t really have the room and I don’t want that little one staring at us the whole time. I think she was drooling when you walked by her the other day.”
James laughed at Sirius’ annoyed expression.
“Nope. We have enough friends.”
Meanwhile,
You listened to Muriel and her little band of friends giggling about what they were going to do with their summer. In ways, you couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous. They were you and innocent! These little girls weren’t worried about their best friend sleeping with their boyfriends. That wasn’t something that they had to deal with yet (and hopefully they wouldn't.)
You gleaned to your own group of friends sitting across the room. Sirius and James were standing up staring at you. Remus, Lily, and Dorcas were sitting with the same confused expressions. Sirius looked more jealous than confused.
You couldn't help but feel a little pleased to see Marlene sitting at the opposite end of the table looking clearly put out. Part of you was curious if she had been excommunicated or if she had taken it upon herself to stay away?
After a few moments of quiet starring, you turned your attention back to Muriel and her friends. You tried to focus on their chatter until a hand closed on your shoulder.
You didn’t look up immediately but judging by the shocked expression on the little girl’s faces; you knew who it was. Taking a breath, you looked up to see Sirius looking down at you obviously annoyed.
“Yes?”
You said, casually. Sirius rolled his eyes.
“I’ve been looking all over for you.”
You motioned to the star-struck little girls in front of you.
“I was helping Muriel and....”
“Beatrice and Kathryn.”
Muriel supplied. You gave her a polite thank you before turning back to your boyfriend.
“I was helping them with their transfiguration.”
Sirius clearly didn’t care about the little girls or transfiguration at the moment.
“Lovely. I need to talk to you alone. Without a herd of little girls.”
You turned to Muriel.
“I’ll be back.”
You stood and followed Sirius out of the great hall. He turned around and grabbed your hand. The last thing that he wanted to deal with was you disappearing again.
“So where are we going?”
You asked.
“Forest….now.”
The two of you walked into the forbidden forest in silence. After a few moments of quiet walking, Sirius turned to you.
“We need to talk about Marlene.”
“I don’t want to. No one seems to feel the need to tell me anything anyway.”
Sirius sighed.
“Can we cut the drama? Please! I didn’t tell you because she didn’t matter! None of the other girls mattered. I get that you're hurt because Marlene is one of your best friends but, love, there is nothing about her that I want. I want this pretty girl who knows me better than I know myself.”
Sirius was relieved when you smiled. He reached out and cupped your face with a smile.
“...a very pretty girl with perfect eyes and lips...perfect everything. I’m sorry that I didn’t talk to you about it.”
You couldn’t help melting a bit. Sirius knew exactly what to say. Part of you was still a little annoyed but the apology was nice too. Marlene on the other hand was still on your list!
“Kiss me already.”
You said, pulling Sirius to you by his tie. The kiss was soft at first but quickly turned desperate and hungry. Sirius hands locked onto your bottom; lifting you onto your tiptoes.
The thought of saying I love you entered his mind again. Sirius frowned against your mouth. He quickly pushed the thought from his mind as your fingers started undoing his tie and shirt.
“Great minds think alike.”
He said with a cheeky grin. Sirius backed away enough so he could quickly undo his belt.
“Be a good girl and lay down.”
He said with a smirk. You didn’t need to be told twice! Makeup sex didn’t seem like a bad idea! In fact, it seemed like a wonderful idea.
Sirius slowly knelt down between your spread legs. He quickly pushed your skirt up enough to yank your knickers down. Sirius bit his lip as he looked down your perfect body. Damn, he wanted to be inside of you but there were other things he wanted more!
“I want to make it up to you. I want to spend the rest of the afternoon with my face between your legs.”
When you tried to clamp your legs together to put pressure on your body; Sirius roughly yanked them apart.
“Don’t hide from me, love. I love seeing you all wet and dying to be touched like this.”
“Make it up to me then.”
You said as Sirius started unbuttoning your shirt.
“I want to see your tits. Love, I’m so hot for you.”
You grinned up at him as Sirius pulled your bra cups down.
“Why don’t you kiss me with that dirty mouth?”
Sirius shook his head before taking a nipple in his mouth. He bit down gently before sliding his middle and index finger between your legs. You gasped as Sirius pressed down on your clit.
“Sirius.”
You whimpered his name. He smiled between your breasts.
“That's it, love. Say my name. Fuck, princess, I love you.”
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karaokeadvice ¡ 6 years ago
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Karaoke Review: The Request Room, Northampton, MA
This week we kick off a new feature here at Karaoke Advice: Karaoke Review! We’ll be running reviews of all the places we as karaoke fans go to sing and listen to karaoke! This week dear friend and fellow karaoke connoisseur Tim Hulsizer introduces us to The Request Room of Northampton, MA. I (Karen) LIVE IN Northampton and didn’t know this kind of beautiful, kind of weird place existed until Tim clued me in. Now he’s gonna clue you in, too. Do you have a karaoke establishment you’d like to review for Karaoke Advice? Get in touch!
Deep in the urban wilds of Western Massachusetts sits the 28,000-person hamlet of Northampton, a cultural cornucopia of artists, merchants, multicultural restaurateurs, and an Urban Outfitters shoved into an old building that looks like it used to be a Post Office. [Editor’s note: It was a bank!] And I’d be remiss if I forgot to mention the music scene. A plethora of clubs and theaters dot the downtown of this charming little city and musicians of every caliber pass through here when they’re in New England.
Above one such venue lies a secret karaoke hotspot that few know exists: The Request Room. According to an article published in 2017, The Request Room began as a live piano karaoke party streamed online on Tuesday nights, a chance for organizer Josh Sitron to take live requests from Facebook and try to perform them with friends in his studio “13 Queen” above the Calvin Theatre. Eventually that fell by the wayside but the occasional Thursday and Saturday evening karaoke sessions remain. Now a Members Only happening, one must be introduced to the Request Room by a friend before you can start showing up on your own. It’s barely a step away from open admission but keeps the atmosphere friendly, as though you’re in the living room at a party, just as he intended it all along.
It’s this atmosphere that keeps me coming back to Request Room. If schedules allow, a few of us from southern NH will pile into the car and attend together, paying the sliding scale entrance donation of $5 or $10 depending on what we can afford. We always know we’ll see mostly familiar faces, some known from an area choir called Rock Voices, some met through the Request Room itself. Occasional emails announce which Thursday or Saturday it will be happening that week.
There are voices so sweet they must surely be professionals and, like any good karaoke experience, there are mediocre talents like myself. There are a few retired people. An occasional college student appears. There’s even a local lawyer with a dead-on Mick Jagger impression that’s always a delight to watch. You can bring water in but food is strictly prohibited. Beer, cider and wine are available for a $5 donation per drink. With the summer heating up, air conditioning has become available and by popular demand they’ve added a few extra seating options.
An evening at the Request Room is as relaxing or energetic as you care to make it. The lighting is low and the space isn’t large enough for more than a couple dozen people. When the drinks start flowing the conversation gets livelier but the age of the crowd trends higher than most karaoke experiences so you probably won’t be getting into any fisticuffs at 13 Queen.
You couldn’t ask for a friendlier, more talented host than Josh. Quick with a quip or a clever musical flourish, this master of the keys can play nearly anything you throw at him. Perhaps the most exciting aspect of the place is how open your choice of song is. If the internet has the tabs someplace [the musical tablature, a/k/a chords and lyrics], Josh will attempt it for you. If he isn’t familiar with something he may look up the official song and listen for a few seconds to get the rhythm and tempo, then it’s off to the races.
When people are in the mood, the songs can be as simple as “Sweet Caroline” or “Hit Me With Your Best Shot,” just like you’d hear in any American karaoke bar. But there are also nights where a quieter, more esoteric mood takes hold and you’ll find someone singing an album track by Emmylou Harris or an old favorite from Lucinda Williams. This world of possibilities has given me the chance to sing songs I never thought would happen at karaoke, like Britpop hits that never got to America and indie rock tunes that were never a hit in the first place. It’s a real thrill to sing that unknown song you’ve always adored to a supportive crowd of friends old and new.
This brings me to a couple of...well, not negatives, per se, but let’s call them Things You Should Know. The first is that you will occasionally have evenings at the Request Room where you wish somebody would break up the mood with something a bit more rocking. It’s the nature of the beast; piano doesn’t generally lend itself to a Black Sabbath song as much as it does a Jackson Browne or Adele ballad. I recall a recent evening where we were noticing this and when my friend got on the mic she blurted out, “You’re all bumming me out tonight!”
The second thing is knowing where you are in the batting order. There’s a sign-up sheet each night but it’s in the back of the room and isn’t adhered to particularly strictly. There isn’t really a space to have it sit by the piano and Josh isn’t the type of guy to holler out the next name anyway. It goes against the charming atmosphere he’s worked so hard to create. The list is mainly adhered to on the honor system but never completely so someone who really wants their next song may jump on the mic at any moment. Most people don’t care and the rest of us don’t want to be the jerk who tattles on them. It’s a little thing but I can’t deny being a bit frustrated sometimes.
Oh, and by the way: the first time you sing, there’s a good chance you’re going to be terrible. If you’ve never worked with live accompaniment, it takes a few tries to adapt to the process. Do you lead Josh or let him lead you? Is he going to play that instrumental break the same way you’ve heard it on the studio recording or not? Just keep showing up and once you learn the ropes, you’ll be surprised at how well it goes the next time. More so than any other karaoke experience, you’ll get out of the Request Room what you put into it. Sing on, my friends.
If you’d like to join us for mirth, music, madness and memories at The Request Room, let us know and we’ll pass along your email address to the esteemed Josh Sitron and MAKE IT HAPPEN!
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bringinbackpod ¡ 4 years ago
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Interview with Hey, King!
We had the pleasure of interviewing Natalie and Taylor of Hey, King! When you first hear indie rock act Hey, King! it immediately becomes clear that each musical moment is rendered with precision, care, and a whole lot of heart. These are powerful and humanity affirming songs from songwriter, vocalist, and multi-instrumentalist Natalie London and her partner, vocalist and percussionist Taylor Plecity. A formidable and boisterous live force that often results in an eight piece orchestral band, they've previously toured extensively with Ben Harper and the Innocent Criminals. Ben Harper produced Hey, Kings! debut EP, Be Still, which was just released, as well as their full length set for a 2021 release. Both records are being released via ANTI-.
If Hey, King! makes resilient songs, it's because London has overcome a life's worth of near-death illness. Though she had started her career while at Columbia University, she contracted Lyme disease and co-infections Babesia and Bartonella on an early tour, forcing her to be bedridden for over four years. "During that time, I couldn't walk, talk, read or write, I lost a great deal of my memory. I felt like I had a complete chance at a brand new life and everything from my writing to what I listen to reflects that," says London. She adds, "Starting my life over, I felt like a kid again. There was so much unharnessed passion, longing and a need for both adventure and home."
As London navigated her recovery, these free and genuine new songs became part of a new band called Hey, King! which gets its name from the ferocious story Where The Wild Things Are. As London began to explore her new musical identity and lease on life, she met Plecity. Their relationship evolved to the couple making music together. "While it makes for a really complex dynamic, you get to share every incredible experience you've been waiting your whole life for with the person that you love the most," says London. Their obvious chemistry is bursting through songs like the smoldering "Half Alive." Boasting dual vocal melodies and some spine-tingling harmonies, it's a cathartic taste of what Hey, King! can accomplish, especially during the raw declaration "I was only half alive before I loved you."
"Half Alive" was produced by Ben Harper and mixed by Sheldon Gomberg (Fiona Apple, Lucinda Williams). "We got really lucky because Ben gave us a ton of freedom to record the songs how we imagined them," says London. She adds, "Ben’s audience feels like they are attending church every time they see him live, they are so deeply moved. Touring with Ben and watching that connection with the audience helped us evolve greatly in the way we play." On the confessional "Don't Let Me Get Away," London belts over impassioned acoustic guitar strums, "I’ll tell myself to fuck it up first just in case / Tell myself anything in hopes to keep me safe." Few artists can turn their vulnerability into such vibrant power.
While Hey, King! have been able to find their resonance through bare bones and simple singles, their song "Lucky" proves how compelling and explosive their sound can get. Plecity explains the track: "We want to make music that we feel our younger selves needed to hear. With 'Lucky', we wrote what we'd want to say to ourselves during the times where our lives were the hardest, and tell that child it is going to be okay." The two sing, "Let me go, let me go back and tell me / 'I’ll survive and say someday you will find me.” It's a spellbinding and powerful moment, complete with a vivid horn section and a hair-raising chorus. It's the kind of song that feels like an anchor, one where you're supported and loved by the people walking alongside you.
In 2021, Hey, King! will release their Ben Harper-produced debut album on ANTI-.
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txlkxlot ¡ 8 years ago
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hey guys, i’m kourt (she/her) and i’m terrible at talking about myself. xD but literally last night i told someone i was done with HP rps...and now look. but this looks so fun, i couldn’t not. but i’m super open with connections and plots, i’m not "unapproachable” at all, so pls don’t be scared to hmu for anything. omg enough about me, here’s my bby:
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SELENA GOMEZ — LUCINDA GABRIELA TALKALOT is a SEVENTEEN year old SLYTHERIN WITCH attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in their 7TH YEAR. People say the HALF-BLOOD is rather CHARMING and AMBITIOUS but also COMPETITIVE and SECRETIVE. What side will they choose to stand for if the rumor of the dark lord rising is true? 
Lucinda goes by “Gabriela” (her middle name) because she can’t stand anyone calling her "Lucinda” or “Lucy”
She’s a half-blood, but because she was raised by her stepmother who is pure-blood, she poses as pureblood and no one has any idea that she isn’t. The sorting had almost spilled that secret while almost sorting into Gryffindor.
She doesn’t have a great relationship with her parents, but wants to be better than them. Something about the war has her on both sides of the fence where she doesn’t want to disappoint her parents, but she also doesn’t want to be a death eater. 
She’s had death eaters trying to recruit her for when she graduates Hogwarts, so now she does everything to avoid them, but does her best not to estrange herself from her Slytherin friends, because she finds they understand her the most, so she does appreciate them. 
She’s very strong, she’s done a lot of standing up for other students, whether it’s up against terrible professors, defending younger students and ladies against bullies (or assholes.) She’s not afraid to stand up for whoever she feels can’t stand for themselves in the moment. 
She doesn’t believe in the whole “gryffindors are good, slytherins are bad” politics, she’ll treat someone based off how they treat her. She’s come across Gryffindors who treat her like shit because she’s a slytherin, and she’s not afraid to put them in their place.
She’s exceptional at quidditch, potions and charms, she’s waiting for the Slytherin captain to fail so she can hopefully take her place.
academically, she’s exceptional. she’s the type to be top of her class and not hand anything in in front of her other friends and gives off that “i don’t give a shit about homework” front, when, in reality her homework is always done and on her prof’s desk and she’s always ‘surprised’ when she gets top marks on her exams. (or says her parents will give her something amazing if she does well)
she’s probs over-compensating to be better than the purebloods, to avoid being exposed as a half-blood.
if she’s ever doing homework in front of someone, she’ll just say that it’s a last resort reason, like she’s about to fail but she’s not. 
if she tutors any slytherins, it’s very hush hush. like a “don’t fucking tell anyone about this, i’ll see you next week,’ type shit
she’s amazing at dark arts / dark magic. she’s always attempting to hurt someone so she or her friends can get a step up (loyal af)
she’s in dueling club, potions club, slug club so connections ! 
personality
she’s definitely mischievous. she’s not awful to anyone, depending on how they approach her. if you come at her sideways, she’s respond the same way, but she’s actually very kind. 
she’s really pro-woman, anti-slutshaming, she doesn’t HATE men, she just hates men who treat/talk to women like shit, (has a lot to do with her dad.)
but she’s a good friend, she’s a loyal friend. not afraid to throw the wands aside and throw some hands. xD 
party animal, wild child.
romantic
she likes to think she has okay taste, so she won’t often like people, she won’t often admit when she does, but it’ll be very clear when she likes someone, (then again, it might not? i don’t know her that well yet lmao)
she’s not above getting into anything with a professor or covering for a friend who does. but she’ll definitely attempt to #xpose anyone she doesn’t like frolicking with a prof.
gets jealous if someone she likes is into someone else, but sad jealous, not angry jealous..
wanted connections/plots
saltmates (can’t stand the same things)
flirtationship 
friends / best friends (has a few canon friend connections with the blacks / malfoys, so message if you want to keep that ♡ )
childhood friends 
unrequited crush 
(maybe something forbidden?)
rivals 
confidant (someone who actually knows her + what she fears of becoming, someone she supports the same way)
smoking buddies (i’m sure she’s used the greenhouse to grow weed, she needs friends to smoke with her xD)
i’m sure there are more connections and stuff i don’t know yet about gabriela, but this is what i have so far, if you don’t want to hmu first, like this and i’ll hit up your messages ! give me angst ! give me it all ! 
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