#monty mcallister

[a-vampire-culturelover]

The Insect is awake- Chapter 2

The morning after what he had assumed was Honda’s demise was admittedly better when he woke up. He had tried not to think about his unexpected loss, and more on the date/interview he had with Carter. If he had to be honest, Honda had kind of been his only real friend in a while, unlike the mailman or his family doctor who he only could feel so many attachments to.

The first thing Monty felt was off was his body. Getting up seemed to easier this morning, when usually it took 3 snoozes through his alarm to wake. Now, he was up an about like a grasshopper in June. Brushing it off, the second thing he noticed was two strands of odd hair sticking out from his scalp, wavy and almost moving on their own. Now that he couldn’t explain, but honestly had more important matters to stress about. The final thing he noticed when going downstairs was that he wasn’t craving his usual biscuit with butter, but some old cereal he had been saving for another day. He usually didn’t eat too much sugar as to maintain his healthy (as healthy as being a mad scientist could be that is) lifestyle. So to see himself cave in so easily to an urge for that of all things, we’ll, something just HAD to be wrong now.

Trying not to think about possibly ruining his Date/Interview, he rushed to the family doctor Kyle, someone he’d known since he had been in his last foster family the Mcallisters. Explaining his situation had been hard, especially the way Monty had recoiled and almost downright hissed when Kyle pulled at the two strands of hair that seemed to hurt to put too much pressure on.

“We can do a few X-Ray’s to see if anything you did yesterday with your work caused anything. If we find it we’ll send you the printed images of it and give you a call later tonight, how does that sound?” Kyle tried to sound reassuring, but Monty knew what he was alluding to. ‘Brain cancer’, he thought, ‘he thinks I gave myself brain cancer’. Monty could only nod and stand by as it had came and gone as fast as it had occurred, and not a thought or a minute spared to think, he rushed off to his Date at the diner. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

“And as I told him, if he wanted nothing more to do with my theories on impossible structures and how they could be constructed if the potential to was given, than he could shove it up his ass and cry about it!” Monty goaded to Carter about another issue of the past when an old friend that ditched him to pursue other meaningless goals like denying the moon landing had ever happened, and the more Monty talked about his pride worthy success, he hadn’t even noticed how much sugar he was adding to his usually perfect black coffee. Carter had pointed to the mess in front of him, making the eccentric man pull his greasy, slick hair back in shame and try cleaning up the mess- and by cleaning it up, he shoveled it into his mouth like a barbarian would to fresh venison. Carter hadn’t necessarily been paying attention to that as he had been to the strange threads coming from Monty’s forehead.

“Don’t touch those, they’re delicate!” As soon as Monty whispered that, the threads pulled back, like bug antennae would. Carter was beginning to grow concerned, as Monty hadn’t even gotten his usual bagel, but rather a donut and a few crepes, all of which he scarfed down instantaneously.

“so.. about the teleporter?” Carter tried to get his mind off of it with some good old fashioned journalism of course. Monty attempted to clean up his act, trying to calm down from his odd sugar highs.

“I suppose it’s been a success, seeing as yesterday was the first successful test run. I’m not too sure about selling this to the public or anyone at all just yet. I mean, just because a man teleports once successfully doesn’t mean he won’t have the chance of odd mutations or an renactment of The Fly.”

“Besides, his rather not focus too much on that. I already feel crummy for my pet roach dying in that teleporter.” Monty said as he messed a napkin, reminiscing about Honda as he tried not to cry. What suprised him was Carter’s insistence to comfort him, something he hadn’t seen since the mailman or Kyle helped him in his old emotional breakdowns. He initially swatted away his hand, but shakily held it, shook it firmly, and told him thank you.

While the two had began packing up to leave for the day, and perhaps go to Monty’s place, he had noticed an awfully expired, yet delicious eclair on the rim of a trash can in the diner near its entrance. Seemingly not feeling in control, he hastily bent down and shoved it in his mouth, much to Carter’s confusion.

“You..just ate an eclair out of the trash Monty.”

“it’s not trash if it’s on the brim though.”

“the waiter said that was expired?..”

Monty paused at that, confused, but promised to call Carter if he wanted to fully do a real interview, quickly heading to home where his mailman handed him something sent to him by his doctor.

Looking through odd x-ray scans of his skull and brain, he was befuddled seeing a small lump on its side. Anxious it was a tumor, he was relieved when his doctor called, giving good and bad news.

“Good news, we’ve taken an examination and it looks like your results seem to be clear. It isn’t a tumor, so luckily you don’t have to worry about your tests and work interfering with your health!” Monty nodded at this, sensing a ‘But’.

“But, we noticed that lump isn’t a tumor at all. It isn’t even just an odd growth out. We took some notes and it seems to be a..cockroach brain? Something of that shape.”

Monty dropped the phone and the x-ray photo at that, feeling a migraine and an odd sensation as he began blacking out; at the same time realizing what had happened. His throat wracked and writhed until he coughed out his canine teeth, he felt something in his face deteriorate with a nasty ripping sound, as he was close to vomiting, but simply couldn’t. Eyes going a large, black beady. And the threads from his forehead growing in length and whipping around wildly, he succumbed to darkness, as something new occurred.

[castle-dominion]

c3x13 knockdown

Ooh! A plot-heavy episode!

Raglan...

Ooh he changed his mind about self cide

Girl she is a cop

The things you notice, getting ready to kys, you notice

& that’s why you’re coming clean now? six months? (I wonder what happened in the AU that castle got sent to)

That’s cops for ya (I made it link by link, he says to beckett) it is Not Only her case, it is what happened AROUND it

Wow it’s already been a year since dick coonan? I mean ig... He did leave for the summer... Been 19 years

Oof this music is good. They spell it dominoes, interesting.

Oh gosh! Dang this guy dead! Where did the bullet hit him tho if it shot his coffee cup & got blood on beckett? (She just has ber radio on her?) One lincoln 40 you never actually repeated your last transmission

RM: An ex-cop gunned down in front of one of my own people. I’m going to have to do a press conference. Tell me you didn’t come down here without backup. (blurred in the background you can see ryan & esposito hear this & come over) KR: We were backing her, captain. JE: We were just uh, down the block when it happened. RM: Yeah uh-huh.  I like RM’s outfit today.  (won’t clip?) (Monty gets castle as HIS backup ten episodes later, not rly spoilers dw)

I love roy sm, I love his relationship with kate, I love how he’s another dad to her. You’re going to pick up those scissors & run around the house with them Pimoté, kaya pimpahta. Walk, don’t run. 

Yo that’s a cool hairspray thing. I remember playing games like that at camp, you had to go through a string maze without touching any & they were covered in glowstick goo so they could see if it got on you.  I love Ryan’s scarf & the way he says “You got it” all soft for kate. (also monty’s scarf) Castle sees it like this, right now, in this way. I just got a really intense memory while writing that. Hoo. I wish I had taken a pic tbh. (but didn’t he see coonan also die last year?) Girl you’re heading to the 12th? U got a change of clothes there? Wait why is it dark? I thought it was early morning & this was her morning workout & she met this guy in an hour... Maybe it was her I-just-got-home-from-work exercise.

Ah but you can see now it appears to be the next day with the dawn light & change in outfits Ryan plopping the box on the chair XD. Nice sweater too. Tho I’ve noticed he wears those a lot in future episodes.  (gathering clips after finishing s7: I love the progression of clothing style for all of them)

Gary McAllister, a cop buddy of John Raglan, the detective who worked Johanna’s case. JR was murdered today. Dick Coonan was a hired assassin to kill JB. it was 19 years ago, then JB was killed 12 years ago.  Raglan knows stuff & mcallister ALSO knows stuff & he’s keeping his mouth shut. 

Cops.

Mcallister mentions this guy tho. Vulcan Simmons, runs drug trade, got involved with Raglan.  (remember this guy for future seasons) If he’s this involved, why would mcallister point u to him?

KB: Nobody’s booked him in years. RC: What does that mean? He found religion? JE: He got smart. Started swimming in deeper waters KR, former narc pig: I guess he’s come a long way since washington heights.  KB: Wait what? Washington Heights? KR: Back in the day, Simmons used to run the drug trade in washington heights KB’s mom worked there trying to get drugs off the streets. Dick coonan was into dope, smuggling in heroin in the finance CDs. 

We’ll have him in the box by lunch<3

Ooh I don’t much like him but I actually really like him. Good voice on the man too. Ooh he’s good. she would have been about 16 last time he was here.  his outfits <3  He explains the interrogation Beckett, excuse yourself hun. (Remember when beckett told royce not to feed the animals?) Wow she’s mad.  Wow! She is Strong! & I love the boys coming to help her.  The firm “Stand down” from Esposito, the soft “beckett that’s enough” from ryan (clipping this)

Yes. She is off that case. Good on you Captain. You go home <3 RM: You too, castle.   RC: What did I do? (I love how he’s wearing chill clothes btw.) RM: As of this moment, you two are running point on raglan’s homicide. (JE & KR stand up. JE looks to KR in concern & KR does the same.) JE: Uh, captain, my partner & I don’t wish to be insubordinate, KR: But we respectfully decline the assignment.  RM: What does it say on my badge? JE: Captain, RM: Now read the fine print. It says get your ass out there & solve raglan’s murder before I bust you both back down to traffic.  (clipping this) KR, softly: Yes sir. JE, relaxed: Yes sir. (btw esposito’s shirt is neat today. Different than what he usually wears I think.) RM: You want to help her? Find that shooter. Solve the dang case.

Martha <3 I always say that rick & alexis is like my mom & me but martha & rick are also mum & me.  MR: You can’t charm your way out of a bullet. Heavy: I have yet to meet one that can outsmart bullet. Finally, castle is admitting it out loud! He loves her!

JE & KR doing detective work: KR: like a briefcase JE: Everyone in that lobby is carrying a briefcase KR: You should be a detective. (clip or nah?)

He touched the card tho! Not necessarily, it’s saturday, barely afternoon! (should I clip “why can’t we do a live one?” or no? probs no) My question is tho, what if she was holding her arm or smth, what if she smudged it, what if she had, like I said, her arms crossed so there were HER fingerprints as well?

Castle is so sweet. At least she has an apartment. Plucky sidekick? RC: I sneak back into the station wearing a hat.  & nobody but her ever opens that window?

Mom died 12 years ago, they started this stuff 19 years ago, & she went thru this case 9 years ago. 

Lmao I love this gal! She dated this guy craig for two weeks! What is even going on? I love seeing esposito & ryan sit there tired & awkward. Then ryan comments, “unbelievable” & esposito looks at him & whispers “ryan!” like “don’t encourage her mate!” (hm... won’t clip) (or I will ig) but there was only one fingerprint? Now all fingers, not a whole hand? I’m kinda shocked that ryan thought this up, it seems like a castle thing.

Wait weren’t those pictures double exposure? They wouldn’t be that pretty, they would have two layers to them... RC: I’ll go KB: Somehow lets him??? With his hat & soft shoes?

Hal Lockwood! Male, white, 32. Would have been 14 during the time raglan mentioned. 20 when JB died.  So wait, Lockwood is in the fingerprint database but has no record? Oh wait he’s only existed for two years. He’s checked into a suite with his credit card. Holy moly! These folks have their guns! I see, that’s how they find his stuff. Bullets & pictures & stuff.  Pictures of Beckett.

Montgomery is so sweet, he went to her home to tell her. KB: Sir we’ve got to let castle know. RM: He already does. He’s back at the 12th, I caught him in the men’s room poking around some files. You want to tell me about that? Roy is so sweet.  (he says no) (Hm... won’t clip)

Esposito looks so tired.  Anti-anxieties! Special Forces background coming into play. Are ppl really that aware of their heartbeats? That is so cool tbh... Weird tho how some guys would just,, buy drugs.  & ryan’s narc time coming into play too. Pill logos.  (won’t clip but ooh I love this, ryan drug moments)

This kid looks like some random college student selling his own prescription amphetamines (lisdexamfetamine, dextroamphetamine, etc) for profit to college students who need to study.  God, the amphetamines you put on this earth for people to run 40km/h are being used to look at spreadsheets faster. (Also, ryan is not wearing a tie today & esposito has a nice shirt that I would wear.) Pseudophedrine: Pseudoephedrine is a sympathomimetic drug of the phenethylamine and amphetamine chemical classes. It may be used as a nasal/sinus decongestant, as a stimulant, or as a wakefulness-promoting agent in higher doses. Wikipedia Triplicate prescriptions are usually done for drugs not to be sold commonly, stuff that you need to get filled within 3 days, hence triplicate.  CR: Those were just misunderstandings. I’m just a college student with my father’s lawyer on speed dial.  KR: Do you know why you’re here? CR, being a little b: No but I’m assuming it has something to do with class resentment. *turns to esposito* It must be a treat for you to interrogate above your station.  JE: *Smiles* KR: You’re here bc you sold these *holds up pills in bag* to him *holds up pic of lockwood* KR: But we’re not dope cops, Chad. These? We don’t care about. *pushes the bag to the side* Him? *moves it away from Chad’s reaching* KR: We want.  (this part was GOOD) (clipping for SURE) Oh, oh this part is also good. KR: Oh, chad, we’re not going to arrest you! [...] JE: I’m sure he’d love to meet a handsome young man of your station.  & the way that ryan is nodding his head along Where can they find some brooklyn blondie in her 30s? There are a million of em I swear!

KB: Go home RC: No <3 (meh won’t clip) Yes rick tell her that you care about her RC: Unless you count the chocolate one alexis gave me for my birthday I’m your plucky sidekick <3

Ok so in the alley where JB was killed, Bob Armen, an undercover FBI agent in the mafia was killed. The alley used to be a mob hangout.  Joe Pulgatti the mafia member pled guilty to killing Bob Armen.  Raglan was the arresting officer.  Pulgatti is in prison so they visited him, he pled guilty to get life instead of lethal injection.  Kidnapping went sideways. 3 guys in ski masks rolled up in a van to take Joe on a “tour of the city” & bobby went for one of their guns but ended up on the wrong side of it. (acab.) There was a truce between families bc pro kidnappers were nabbing guys from all five fams.  ghost crew Joe was in that alley but only him, bobby, & the kidnappers knew that.  How did raglan know? Raglan was a kidnapper.  Johanna was murdered there 7 years after JP’s incarceration.  (You look just like her, you know.) JB was the only one who wrote back to JP.  Joe, that’s most cops. Even if it is not, 10 people & 2 nazis makes 12 nazis. 

RM: We’ll talk about the definition of a direct order later. Beckett is pretty as always. (ryan no tie, I miss this, I’m so glad that s6 maybe s7 he starts undoing his ties) RC (NF) said “armand” not “armen” there.. Is esposito bisexual bc he’s wearing a shirt & a sweater & a jacket all layered Euh, knowing what happens later in the season is weird, I’m watching their facial expressions.  (girl imagine you’ve seen everything but s8) (What is going on with the file officer names tho? remember that.)

It’s like brackenreid. He put someone in jail bc they deserved to be in jail, but he put them in jail for the wrong thing.  & in some ways I agree with him, the law is not the be-all-end-all of what is right, but you’re a cop & you don’t get to make that choice.  (The broken mirror still there XD) Who? Somebody you’ll never touch?

You woke the dragon? What is going on? He is afraid of someone & it is not a cop. it really IS so much bigger than you realize

Love her nails, just the slightest painting of pink.  Set design update: backett is across from Wallis. To her right is Messina.

Found Jolene! But what if she was a young looking 41 or an old looking 29? You guys take Jolene Anders & we’ll take Granger. why don’t they show the pics to chad? Since I know how this goes I have to ask, what would happen if they switched? They took the wrong people.  (I love ryan’s jacket) Poor ryan, esposito never lets him drive.  & there’s lockwood, already watching them! He broke the law just there tho. He went into driving without using his signal light. I know he’s like a murderer or smth but I’m pissed about the traffic violation. 

Ok so Jolene Granger is dead. (meaning: why was He so concerned when rysposito visited the OTHER girl?) Yk I don’t like how everyone has guns everywhere, people should hash things out the old fashioned way: fists & feet. However: castle should be a private citizen who owns a gun. 

No is that a bomb? Is this the part with the gifs I’ve seen with the burning building?  I can’t tell who yelled “cover your ears” bc the boys have similar voices, at least when they are yelling like that. Probs esposito tho (Meh I don’t think I’ll clip)

Oh phew it’s a flashbang.  Tho, as someone who is already partially deaf, it has helped me to realize just how scary a flashbang is. You cannot rely on your ears when your eyes are out of commission, you cannot rely on your eyes when your ears are down... Plus, a flashbang is not just a flash & a bang, it is also a slap. It hits you physically, so if hellen keller was hit by a flashbang she would still notice the blast. Plus, flashbangs can get really hot. 

Girl when would you find a cell phone bill just sitting around in her house? She probably shredded it or put it in a secure documents folder. 

(These parts are already clipped on youtube, I probs don’t need to clip) I love how as soon as the bags are lifted, esposito starts trying to get out.  wdym u don’t know how they found your place? They were chasing Jolene. The wrong jolene even. Was it just coincidence they ended up in the same place that lockwood lived? Casually dumping bags of ice in, it reminds me of the princess bride.  Um b’y we don’t know much of anything.  Also, that is not a lot of ice compared to that much water. Esposito just looking around, seeing all the little things, noticing, trying to think his way out.  Respect? Ok bestie.  Oh holy crap the lighting, this is great. It puts the fear of god into their faces, mostly ryan’s.  Bud I notice he’s talking to esposito the most. One pro to another. Brain singular. I like how at least he promises a bullet to the head instead of lying about freedom.  Lockwood has surprisingly light eyes.  KR: *looks to esposito* JE: I have to go with option B (the torture option ig) KR: Oh yeah. We’re definitely going to jerk you around. (That’s the confidence I love.) btw when you have two options, you always have five. Apples or oranges? 1- apple, 2- orange, 3- both, 4- neither, 5- peaches. 

& smash cut to dunking this soaking wet man into water. & he struggles without even holding his breath? idk I’ve never been tortured like this. It was probably too fast for him to take a real breath so he accidentally inhaled some water so he had to breathe out to get rid of the water, which just so happened to also get rid of air. Again, idk, I’ve never been tortured.  Did he choose ryan bc esposito was the one looking around noticing things & trying to get up as soon as the hood was off? Did he choose ryan bc ryan made the jerk you around comment? Did he choose ryan bc he knew esposito had been trained in this?

Poor ryan, not only is he being tortured but his clothes are wet too. Dang they had to frickin tie esposito up sexual style bc he was too strong & would have broken out to save his partner by now KR, once he’s out of the water again: Listen ass-clown, I was in catholic school for 12 years. Hell they used to do this to me for talking in cla- *dunks him underwater* BRUH WHY IS THAT SO ACCURATE. (& I mean, the writers really missed an opportunity. If he was queer in catholic school, like me, then he has definitely experienced this kind of torture.) & this is almost as much torture for esposito as it is for ryan.  But like how much do the cops really know? Would you be giving away your hand if you told them? Except they would kill you right after so this is the only way to survive. 

So lockwood is here, he has someone holding back esposito, he has someone dunking ryan, & he has a guard out front. That is an amount of people.  Going to be cold/sick looking for a place to stay? Or drunk walking down the street, that works too.  I like how she keeps her tone of voice as if she’s drunk bc he might not be able to hear her words but he can hear the tones. Or maybe that’s a deaf person thing & other ppl don’t experience what I do. Oh finally they kiss! (def already clipped on yt)

Ah yes, sometimes they remove frames from action shots to make them appear faster. Why did she turn around tho? RC: That was amazing RC: The way you knocked him out (not the kiss teehee) Man the way he touched his face. I remember my first kiss. I could feel my lips tingling. I thought that was just in stories, I thought it was an exaggeration.

KR: *in the water* (gasp! in the water!) JE: OK! KR, now released: Don’t tell this jackhole anything! JE: Sorry bro, I can’t watch this.  JE: You’re too late.  JE: The cops already know all about me & your mom EYOOOOOO (that was SO good) (clipping at LEAST this little bit, bc surely there is other stuff on youtube, I’ve seen it before) KR: *laughing on the side*  (JE smiles over at him) HL: Shoot out one of his kneecaps BRO THAT’S A HECK OF A PUNISHMENT FOR A YO MAMA JOKE. & then this is where esposito starts fighting again. That’s the power of friendship. (the same kind of friendship historians talk about when two women live together & only have one bed.)

My momma has been through many an active shoter drill. Benefit of working at an airport. Plaster walls do nothing. 

Bro almost shot esposito when he went down! (too short to clip) Beckett would have been shot by now, esp if this guy is a sharpshooter.  Oh there we go. Now he’s taking his aim. Taking aim instead of shooting fast, I see the difference.  Castle just beating this guy up! Yeah bro! KB: You ok? RC: Huh? KB: *looks at the hand he has still balled into a fist* RC: Never better (clipping this)

Ok so now we’re seeing castle’s hand get wrapped up but nothing about mr I-just-got-choked-with-a-rope & mr I-just-got-repeatedly-thrust-into-an-ice-bath? Why does the paramedic tie it up then rick unties it?? Was it so beckett could tie it back up for him? Oh there it is: RC: How are ryan & esposito KB: Hm, mild hypothermia & wounded pride. Girl I think it would be a bit more than that. & in the psychological sense definitely not good. Hypothermia, probably some lungs-being-sad disease from possibly getting ice in there, bruising from being choked like a dog, hearing damage, ocular damage, & burns or bruises from the flash-bangs? KB: Guess which one will heal first? OMG THE FIRST “ALWAYS” I love rick’s little smile & his eyes like that. ^-^ (don’t need to clip)

Did any of lockwood’s accomplices survive?

Oh he is not legally hal lockwood!  it’s like I’m their favourite schoolteacher Reference back to the start! Like the ghosts that visit scrooge!

Beckett used to be a unique character with a pixie cut, then with emo midlength hair (well it was 2009 ish) but now she looks boring. Just like any other white woman on instagram. She is indistinguishable from Addison from quantam leap. They both are just So Nondescript! Let beckett be normal again! Let her be cool again! Let her have a unique hairstyle! (but ig in 2009 she was ALSO nondescript & had the same hair as everyone else)

Surprisingly not a lot of clips I want to get. I mean I want to clip everything so I used a filter but maybe that filter took too much. 

[edgewoodconfessions]

Who do you think have the best friendships in town?

The friendships I have been most intrigued by are;

Maggie & Maxine

Charlotte & Beatrice

Heather & Spencer

Monica & Monty

Heather & Xavier

Bonus: Monty & Karen - are they friends? I can’t tell but I am intrigued

( @maggie-see, @montymcallister, @charlottexkingsley, @spthorne, @beatricelarson, @mcnicarcdriguez, @maxinebeauchamp, @heatherpayne, @karenfrompta, @xavier-bennett )

[wiscowrites]

EDGEWOODRP INCORRECT QUOTES (ft. The Onion Headlines) [14/ ?? ]

Monty McAllister

[edgewoodrp]

A recap of character experiences from October 1st, 2019 through July 31st, 2020.

Enjoy!

Caterina Singh

Following the events of the Wolf Moon, Cat tried to do some investigative work interviewing people in town to get a better picture of what happened - and ran into Heather during her investigation.

Caught up with Vice Principal Holloway during the speed meet.

After being followed by someone on a walk home, some friends stepped in to assist.

She threw a birthday party for her dear friends, Madison and Valerie, which turned into drunken shenanigans, with Heather sitting on her lap at one point, and a kiss with Charlotte at another.

Interviewed some townies on what Edgewood Pride meant to them.

Saw something strange during the firework show at Riverfest which resulted in her hospitalization and now there are some pieces that she’s trying to sort out.

Charlotte Kingsley

Confided in Beatrice her idea to host a small Halloween party at the Kingsley family house. It turned into a heart-to-heart, instead. 

Braved the cold to help an acquaintance arrange the festivities at the bonfire on the Bluff.

While driving home on the night of the Wolf Moon, Charlotte (and her car) were attacked by one of the monsters terrorizing the town. It was only thanks to a mysterious barrier spell that Charlotte wasn’t mauled by the monster, and only thanks to Monty that she didn’t freeze to death on the road.

Charlotte recounted what she remembered of the accident to the witches SCC Representative, Rose-Marie Arceneaux the next morning at BHM. She also discovered Logan Cree had been attacked by a creature and admitted as well. Having seen the human face of the one that attacked him, Charlotte attempted to scry for them, but was unsuccessful in locating them.

To keep her mind distracted, Charlotte started helping Karen Pierce with some projects for the PTA.

While out one night, Charlotte met Juliet in the midst of househunting. She put the woman in contact with local real estate mogul and her former neighbor, James Hawthorne, to help speed up the search.

Volunteered to sell raffle tickets at the H.A.G.S. Carnival and sold so many tickets. Many were gifted back to her, so she wrote down other attendees names on the tickets before depositing them in the buckets.

Lost track of an ancient, bespelled tome downtown and performed a ‘lost and found’ spell with the help of Spencer Hawthorne. There were some... unforeseen consequences, but eventually they set things right.

Danced, drank, and played games with all who attended Madison and Valerie’s birthday, hosted by Caterina Singh. Later, per the decree of a Jenga block, Charlotte kissed Cat.

Ran into Monty, Demitri, and Madison at Riverfest in her quest for scented candles and general excitement. 

Helped avert a bar fight from breaking out during Spencer’s birthday at Two Old Cows, but may have learned something sinister about the party crasher in the process. Further research has to be done.

Dominic Kingsley

Dominic has been helping his sisters. Charlotte lost her keys, and Bridgette… well, she just wanted some cheep booze.

He has been busy serving the citizens of Edgewood at the Underworld’s bar.

He caught the magic show at Edgewood’s Independence Day Riverfest and then spent the afternoon with his partners.

At his partner Spencer’s birthday party, Dominic took care of ordering refreshments and cheered on the intense game of darts.

Heather Payne

Heather and Xavier have developed a strong friendship after meeting at the grocery store then reconnecting at a speed dating event.

She did some investigating around the hospital after the strange attacks of the wolf moon. There she ran into Caterina doing some more legitimate digging of her own.

As far as investigations go, she finally figured out that Charlotte was the third Kingsley sibling. The two get along fairly well.

The witch has been meeting up with Spencer to discuss potion making.

Heather has been actually socializing, going to two birthday parties within a few months. At Val and Maddie’s birthday party, she partook in a game of truth-or-dare jenga. At Spencer’s birthday, she let out her competitiveness in a game of darts.

She met up with Maxine at the HAGS carnival as well as the aforementioned parties. The two teamed up for a game of darts at Spencer’s party.

Demetri has been steadily climbing up Heather’s shit list, and they almost came to blows at Spencer’s party. She is growing increasingly suspicious of his motives.

Juliet Hawthorne

Has grown more comfortable being in around Edgewood and has built up the courage to speak to Preston and Spencer (separately, of course) on different occasions. 

Made friends with Charlotte Kingsley after she helped Juliet house-hunt and introduced her to realtor James Hawthorne, another possible descendant. 

Moved out of the motel and into a home the Hawk’s Hollow neighborhood of Old Edgewood to be closer to her family.

Maxine Beauchamp

Sought advice on costume ideas for Halloween, and didn’t get quite the advice she needed

During a town event, where she was drinking in public, she found out about Charlotte’s car accident during the wolf moon

After seeing Maggie openly carrying an axe in public, Maxine offered to aid Maggie in creating an aesthetically pleasing case for it.

Was paired up with Maggie for the speed meet, and chaos ensued.

Subsequently, Maxine is now convinced she can help give Maggie learn the art of flirting.

Devised another plan with some residents to change the endlessly repeating playlist during the H.A.G.S festival (even if it was to something totally inappropriate, it was in a language no one there understood)

Reminisced the pros and cons to bartending with Xavier.

Attended Madi & Valerie’s birthday, and gave the birthday girl a kiss on the forehead.

After some planning with Spencer, she threw a party for her partner with Nic, which nearly resulted in a bar fight thanks to an uninvited guest arrival, whom she is now suspicious is less than human, given his immunities to her charmspeak.

Monica Rodriguez

Moved to Edgewood at the end of September, moving in with her long-term best friend Monty McAllister; she quickly began to establish friendships with people in town and settle into life in Edgewood

Around the holiday season, she and Monty welcomed a golden retriever puppy they named Roscoe into their home

During the Wolf Moon, she stumbled across tracks from one of the wolves, and later went out with several other weres to investigate; they handed off their investigation to the Callaghans once it led to the Olympus development

As things following the events of the Wolf Moon began to normalize, Monica brought home a stray cat

At the Speed Meet, her dislike of Logan Cree solidified beyond first impressions, and she befriended Phoenix Castillo

The Worm Moon saw her having an uncomfortable first introduction with Heather Payne following an earthquake

In the last few months or so, she has been reigniting one of her former relationships—with Gabriel Alvarez—albeit now long-distance

Has started reaching out to and interaction with some of Monty’s childhood friends, including Maggie and Trevor, to forge friendships of her own

At the Riverfest, she shopped and chatted over one of the magic shows. She found herself in the middle of unfolding chaos when something went awry with a firework display on the northern end of the Riverwalk; she assisted in getting people to safety

Monty McAllister

Struggles with his vision dreams drove him to the library, where he ran into Maggie See and he avoided directly addressing his own reasons for being there

Right around the holiday season, Monty and Monica added a puppy to their household

Leading up to the Wolf Moon, Monty experienced some intense visions, some of which detailed the wolves and some of their attacks. Close to 1 AM of the following day, he came across Charlotte Kingsley in the wake of one of the wolf attacks, and brought her to BHM for medical treatment

As things began to normalize towards the end of January, Monica returned home from a Run with a stray cat, which she declared part of their household with only minor protesting from Monty

The Speed Meet saw him further developing budding friendships

Encouraged a long-term friend and Monica’s ex to rekindle that romance

On the night of the Worm Moon, Monty found himself at work handling panic customers of the Lake House Bar and Grill as the haze rolled in

Continuing struggles with his dreams, as well as mounting family tensions over trust fund legalities, have led to a number of sleepless nights. And some sleepless nights have led him to coffeehouse encounters with friends both old and new alike

Monty spent some of the Riverfest exploring all it had to offer. He was at the northern end of the Riverwalk when the fireworks began exploding over the park, and assisted in getting people to safety

Phoenix Castillo

Phoenix is continuing to connect with Juliet and is starting to see her as another family member.

The girl is still frightened of vampire Logan, who barely resisted her blood and then used his to heal her.

She met Maggie at the Winter Solstice bonfire and the two have become friends.

She and her tour group had a scare on the Wolf Moon as something howled outside, trying to get in.

Phoenix and Beatrice initially bonded over their love of exploring the woods and are starting to see each other a bit more in civilization.

She is creating a bit of a reputation with her powers as she encountered other psychics Monty and Xavier who were not happy to have their minds read.

A child spilled their snow cone all over her at this year’s H.A.G.S. Carnival, making a huge mess. Luckily, plenty of Edgewood’s friendly faces were willing to help.

Spencer Hawthorne

Spencer agreed to an interview with Caterina Singh for a piece on Pride in Edgewood

In desperate attempts to find an old magical tome, Spencer and Charlotte decided to cast a lost and found spell… with yet unknown side effects oooooh

He met up with Heather to talk about magic, potions and ingredients

Spencer bumped into Juliet while visiting the Hawthorne estate garden thinking she was an associate of his father (he didn’t reveal that he is James’ son tho) and offered her a tour of the garden; they talked about plants and ended up doing a bit of gardening work in the herbs section; Spencer offered her some of the german chamomile to take with her; he found out she lost her kids

He bumped into Monty at a cafe and they shared what they’ve been up to since high school

Together with his partners they gathered a few people for Spencer’s birthday at the Two Old Crows, where an uninvited Demitri antagonized them almost & ending in a bar fight, but Juliet (working that night) threw him out before anything could escalate beyond some strong words; a round of darts was played, the teams being Spencer/Charlotte and Maxine/Heather with Dominic and Valerie as cheerleaders; Spencer and Charlotte won the darts game

The trio went to the Riverfest on the first day; they reminisced about previous years and talked about proposing new ideas for the next year; the second night they stayed in and went outside to watch the fireworks, strangely only a few could be seen even though they could still hear more going off…

[bridgettekingsley]

@montymcallister​

Despite her complaining, Bridgette’s hangover wasn’t all that bad. Well, “not bad” was too generous. She certainly wasn’t good, but she’d been worse. Still, she groaned as she read Monty’s instructions to get up. Rolling over, Bridgette carefully untangled herself from where she and Sorcha had collapsed together on her bed the night before. Sorcha groaned as she rolled out of bed and stumbled her way to the bathroom. Water. She needed water. 

Twenty minutes later, slightly more hydrated and face washed, Bridgette tip-toed back in her room, placing a glass of water and two Advil on her night stand for Sorcha when she woke up before walking to her dresser, pulling out her comfiest sweat pants and her softest, hole-free shirt. She deserved to be comfy if she was going to exist outside of this apartment today. 

Okay. Coffee. She could do coffee. She didn’t even have to leave this part of town to get to Brewed Awakenings. She couldn’t be sure Teddy would be allowed inside, but she could always just order it to go if David didn’t want them bringing a dog in. She couldn’t imagine a world where David wouldn’t be thrilled to see a dog in the coffee shop, but still, the to-go option was there. 

Bridgette texted Monty once more as she dug her jacket out from the pile of outerwear that had been stripped in the living room. “Brewed Awakenings work for you?” she sent, searching the counters for her keys. God, where were her keys? Miraculously, she found them on the hook where they belonged. Weird. Keys in hand, she finally made her way outside, squinting against the watery autumn sun. She had to see a man about a dog.

[montymcallister]

Edgewood Challenge: Wardrobe

Despite what may be popular belief, the clothing of Monty’s youth was very unassuming. It was lots of plain tees, hoodies, and the occasional flannel, paired with jeans and casual shoes. It wasn’t until after leaving Edgewood that his stylistic tastes drifted into the current staples of his wardrobe. But once he’d started to pick up bright colors and loud patterns, he never looked back.

Most of his casual wardrobe revolves around jeans, his ever-expanding patterned shirt collection (consisting of both button-ups and tees) and a small rotation of jackets. While he isn’t one for much by way of accessorizing, you would be hard-pressed to find Monty without his watch (which he had re-banded with a floral pattern band after leaving the service) or his dog tags.

His more seasonal wardrobe has more heavy-duty jackets and long-sleeve shirts for wintertime, and lighter material shirts and a few pairs of shorts (some patterned, some not) for the summer. As far as formalwear is concerned, Monty’s civilian wardrobe is limited to one suit (which has seen very little use) and the shirts and black pants that make up his work uniform.

His sleepwear and the clothing he wears around the house or for exercise have a lot of overlap. Most of it comes from his old physical training clothes and odds and ends picked up from the Navy Exchange installations of bases he’s been stationed out of over the years. Hoodies, a few well-worn tees, a few long-sleeved shirts, and sweats make up the majority of these outfits. If the weather calls for it, sometimes the sweats are traded out for shorts, or he won’t wear a shirt to bed or around the house if it’s too hot.

[tellingscarystories]

i can’t believe i didn’t think to set monty up with a twin as a foil. all the missed opportunities to highlight how they dealt with similar if not identical problems in radically different ways

[chloelucia13]

To Dream

Pairing: Spencer Reid x reader

Prompt: After a case takes a turn for the worst, Spencer can’t help the doubt of your future riddling his brain. But when he closes his eyes, everything is okay. If only for a moment. Based off the song “Epiphany” by Taylor Swift

Warnings: angst, a little fluff, mentions of death, language, violence, gore, it’s just a ride y’all (italics are memories, words in bold are dreams)

Word count: 4.1k

A/N: So I’ve gotten sucked into the Criminal Minds fandom, and now it’s time to do what I do best: write sad fan fiction. I hope you all enjoy! My requests are open 24/7 and so is my taglist!

Tags: @sojournmichael​

This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.

You’ve done this a million times. The case was so simple, so easy to dissect. 

Maybe you got cocky. Maybe you underestimated the unsub. Maybe this was all your fault.

Nausea churned in your stomach as you screeched to a halt in front of the old auto body shop. You knew that you would find a house of horrors as soon as you stepped inside, but the adrenaline in your veins told you to ignore your hesitation and the breakfast from this morning that was crawling up your esophagus.

“I’m going in,” you announced, unbuckling your seatbelt and nearly throwing yourself out of the car. 

“Y/N, wait, you need backup,” Spencer shouted after you as you hurried to the entrance.

You stopped in front of the building, turning to give him a look. “Spence, you heard his message.” 

This man, this murderer, seemed to be infatuated with the media coverage of the case. You caught on to the fact that he was following along closely with the case after he sent a haunting letter to the precinct, detailing where he was and that he would give himself up to the police, as long as his legacy would not be forgotten.

 Turns out, the media coverage wasn’t the only thing he was infatuated with. 

It was realized at the beginning of researching this case that you fit his type to a t, but you never expected that it would become this.

His other request? That you were the only one to capture him and take him into custody.

Spencer opened his mouth to argue but you cut him off. “If anyone goes in there but me, it’ll be a bloodbath,” you reminded him.

He gulped, weighing his options for a moment. “Fine. The rest of the team is on the way. As soon as you’ve got him, radio to me and we’ll send everyone in,” he instructed, worry marring his features.

“Everything’s gonna be fine. I promise, doc.” You gave him a gentle smile before turning on your heel and entering the building, your gun drawn.

The smell of coagulated blood and decomposition hit your nostrils the moment you stepped inside, making your stomach lurch. You bit down on your cheek so harshly the taste of copper tinged your tongue.

“Randy McAllister, this is the FBI,” you announced your presence, edging around the corner into the main part of the garage.

“Ah, Agent Y/L/N, I thought you’d never make it,” a voice hummed to the right of you.You turned your head to see him standing with a gun in his right hand, a woman on her knees in front of him.

“Let her go, Randy. She’s got nothing to do with this.”

He chuckled. “Oh darling, she has everything to do with this. She’s my replacement for you, can’t you tell?” He glided the tip of his gun against her forehead, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

“Then give me her, and you can get what you want.”

“You really thought I was gonna be that easy?” He clicked his tongue. “Take off your vest.”

You scoffed. “I’m not taking off my vest.”

he clenched his jaw, hovering his finger over the trigger. “Take off your vest or I’ll blow her fucking brains out!”

You knew not to question him. He’d done it five times already, so what’s stopping him from doing it again.

You slowly slid your gun into your holster before ripping the velcro apart, pulling your kevlar vest off and setting it on the ground. “There, are you happy?”

He grinned, baring his teeth like a rabid dog, before pushing the girl forward. You bent down and helped her up before directing her to run, waiting until you could no longer hear her footsteps before you drew your gun once more.

“Alright, Randy. I did what you wanted. Now drop your weapon and put your hands above your head.”

His grin slowly fell, letting his gun clatter to the ground before he rose his hands in the air, surrendering. 

You stepped behind him, yanking his hands behind his back and holding them together with one hand while you searched for your cuffs with the other. 

Everything moved so suddenly. 

A sharp crack echoed through the garage as he slammed his head back into yours, shattering the cartilage in your nose. You stumbled back, clutching onto your nose as you tried to regain your balance. 

He grabbed you by your shirt and threw you to the ground, climbing on top of you and wrapping a hand around your throat. You clawed at his hand and kicked with all your might, finally landing one solid blow to his groin. 

He swayed, and you gathered enough strength to roll him over, pinning him to the ground. 

But you didn’t account for his hands.

As you held his shoulders against the concrete, a shot rang out.

Your abdomen felt warm as the rest of your body felt as if it was stuck in a freezer. Slowly, you rolled off of Randy and laid on your back, staring up at the ceiling.

Voices began to echo around you, a muffled sound that mimicked the effect of your head being held underwater. “Agent down, we need a medic!”

Your eyelids fluttered open and closed at a snail-like pace, eyes flickering around the room to try and figure out what was going on.

And then they shot open wide as the burning sensation began, a feeling as if your organs were being shredded apart with red hot knives.

“Y/N, what happened?” 

Your eyes finally focused on Spencer’s face hovering above you, tears in his eyes. “Tis just a flesh wound,” you whispered, your lungs burning.

He glanced between you and the bullet wound in your chest. “Are you quoting Monty Python right now?”

You let out a chuckle, feeling tears begin to sting your eyes. “It’s what I do when I’m panicking. You should know that by now.” Slowly, you reached your hand down to where you felt the pain resonate, eyes growing wide when you felt something wet soak your hand. “Oh my god.”

Tears began streaking down his face, his lip caught in-between his teeth to keep from crying out. 

Without thinking, you reached your hands up to wipe away his tears, a look of terror residing on your face when a dark crimson smeared across his cheeks. “Oh god,” you gasped out, moving to pull your sleeves over your hands and try to wipe away the blood. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” The blood smeared around his cheek, and you felt the room spinning around you. 

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. Just breathe for me. Calm down.”

You nodded, desperately trying to gasp in a solid breath, but to no avail. A sob left your lips, and you felt a rush of blood pour down your sides. “I-I can’t.” You shook your head. “I think... I think I’m bleeding out, doc.”

“No, no, don’t say that. You’re gonna be just fine.” He pulled away from your gaze for a moment to search around. “Where the fuck is the medic?!”

“Spence.”

His eyes fell back onto your face, hazel irises boring into yours as tears dripped down his face. You dedicated his face to memory, trying to remember the way his skin felt under your fingertips, the gentle scratch of his stubble, the way his hair would glide between your fingertips, worried that it you would never be able to experience it again.

“I love you,” you choked out, sniffling. “I love you so much.”

He nodded, a crease forming between his brows as he tried his hardest to contain his sobs. “I love you too. So much.”

He felt as if he died when he watched your eyelids slowly flutter closed, and then stopped moving altogether. He continued applying pressure to your wound, feeling your blood soak through his windbreaker and onto his hands.

Suddenly he was shoved away, and he watched in a daze as a group of medics quickly checked your vitals before lifting you on a stretcher and rushing you out of the building. He pushed himself to his feet and stumbled behind them, clambering into the back of the ambulance.

They attached an oxygen mask with a bag valve, attempting to pump oxygen into your lungs. He watched as your chest rose and fell, wishing it wasn’t being controlled by someone else.

The tips of your hair twirled between his fingers, a dazed look on his face as his eyes tracked each breath you took. Breathe in, gentle rise. Breathe out, gentle droop. He felt the soft rush of air against his skin, making his heart race under your cheek. 

He didn’t dare move, too worried that if he did, you would wake up. It was rare that he would see you in such a peaceful state, so fragile and unguarded. He wouldn’t dare ruin it. He never knew when it would be the last time he could witness it.

“Her vitals are crashing, she’s going into V FIB!” an EMT shouted, startling him back to the present. “Bring me the AED.” He watched as they applied two wired pads to your chest and turned up a dial, signaling before delivering an electric shock. Your body flinched from the shock, only for it to collapse back down and lay flat. 

He felt like he was going to vomit. His hands were clutching onto your free one, unable to tear his eyes away from your ashen face. 

He couldn’t decide if it would be better if you were in a black void, unaware of anything that was going on, or if you could feel and hear every single thing that was occurring. He mostly just hoped that you weren’t scared.

But the only thought on his mind, when they finally arrived to the ER and he watched you get rushed into the OR, was that he couldn’t live without you.

*** “Spence, you can head home. I’ll take over,” Emily instructed as she stepped into the waiting room, nudging his shoulder slightly.

He just shook his head, staring at the glass windows in front of him that peered into the hallways of the hospital. 

“You need to get some rest,” she persisted, sitting down next to him. “Just go lay down for a few hours, I’ll call you if anything happens.”

“I-I can’t just leave. If something happens...” Spencer mumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. He couldn’t tell if he was being defensive, or if he was trying to desperately hold himself together. 

“She’s gonna be just fine. She’s a fighter.”

He let out a shuddering breath, his eyes falling closed for a moment. “The survival rate after going into V FIB is 50%.”

“Well, 50% seems like a pretty good probability to me.”

“That doesn’t account for the blood loss or oxygen deprivation. She lost over four pints of blood. The body goes into hypovolemic after losing only two pints. Any more than that, and the body will most likely fall into a coma.” 

Now he understood how everyone else felt when he spewed out facts. It was torturous, unwilling to allow him to slip away from the predicament for even a moment.

The image of your body bleeding out on the dirty floor was imprinted in his mind. Even if he didn’t have an eidetic memory, there was no way that he could ever forget it.

Emily pursed her lips. “But she’ll be alive. She might be banged up, but she isn’t gone. She’s not going anywhere anytime soon.” She squeezed his shoulder. “You know, if Y/N were here right now, she’d be yelling at you to go and take a nap.”

He let out a watery chuckle at that, sniffling slightly. “I can’t leave, Emily. Not until I hear something from the doctors.”

She sighed. “Fine. I’m gonna set a timer on my phone for 20 minutes, and you will sleep until that timer goes off. If you get up any time during that, I’m restarting the timer. Deal?”

“Emily-”

“Spencer, you know better than anybody the effects of sleep deprivation on a person. You’re not going to be any use here if you’re tired.”

He clenched his jaw, already feeling his eyelids begin to droop. “Fine. But only 20 minutes.”

***

He never thought that golden could be a feeling, until he met you. His whole being, his whole soul felt as if it was dripping with the warm yellow hue.

He may have felt golden, but you were golden. You were the sun to him, something that he treasured with his whole being but worried he would be blinded by your beauty, turned into mush from your warmth. He still risked it, staring at you for so long so he could memorize every aspect of you before his sight left him.

Your scent of sunshine and sweet morning dew lingered on everything he owned, and he was addicted to it. He could smell it now, swooning over it.

“Your hair’s getting shaggy, doc.”

Spencer hummed, fluttering his eyes open and seeing that his head was laying in your lap, the two of you perched underneath a tree in the park down the road from your shared apartment.

“Yeah? You want me to cut it?” he teased, shifting slightly to look up at you.

You grinned, ruffling his hair slightly before leaning down and pressing a kiss to the crown of his head. “Never.”

His eyes flickered over your face, taking in every small detail. “You’re so beautiful.”

You scoffed, gently gliding your finger along his jawline. “I can say the same for you, pretty boy.”

“I’m serious.” He huffed, sitting up and taking your hand in his, staring directly into your eyes for a moment. He mimicked your ministrations, taking his finger and tracing along your collarbone, against the angle of your jawbone, down the slope of your nose, and down the dip of your cupid’s bow. His eyes followed his finger, a small wrinkle forming between his brows. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

A grin settled on your face, gently pulling his fingers from your skin and pressing your lips to his fingertips. “What’s got you being so sappy?”

He let out a chuckle, shaking his head slightly before touching his lips to yours. “I’m so in love with you.”

A pleased sigh escaped your lips, and your eyes searched his. “I’m so in love with you too. Now will you please tell me what’s going on?” You shifted into his lap, entwining your arms around his neck and playing with his hair.

“I...” He gulped, his eyes squeezing shut for a moment. “I don’t want you to leave me.”

“Spencer.” The corners of your lips crooked into a frown and you rested a hand on his cheek. “What makes you think I’ll ever leave you?”

“Y/N, you’re dying.”

“What do you mean? I’m right here. And I know you’re not a medical doctor, but I know you’re smart enough to know when someone is alive.”

He shook his head, sniffling. “No, you-you’re laying on an operating table right now. This isn’t real. None of this is real.”

“It’s real enough, isn’t it?” 

He shot up with a gasp, immediately burying his head in his hands and letting out a shuddering breath.

“Spence, that was only eleven min-” Emily began.

He ignored her, pushing himself to his feet and propelling himself towards the bathrooms. He stumbled into the bathroom and gripped onto the edge of the sink, sucking in deep breaths until his lungs burned. Bile rose in his throat and he willed himself to keep it down, gaining enough strength to turn on the cold water and splash his face. 

A hand touched his shoulder and he stood up straight in a panic. “Calm down, man, it’s just me,” Derek consoled, holding his hands up. “Are you okay?”

Spencer shook his head fervently, running his hands over his face before pulling them through his hair. “I can’t lose her.”

Derek reached forward, grabbing Spencer’s shoulder and tugging him into a tight hug. ‘’You’re not gonna lose her. She’s strong, and she’s stubborn as all hell. If she’s gonna die, it’s gonna be by her own terms.”

And Spencer sobbed.

***

It had been over four hours, and the entire team still had yet to hear anything from the doctors. The sun had already set, and almost everyone had headed home for the night.

But Spencer was still sat in the waiting room, eyelids drooping lower and lower with each passing moment of silence.

He wanted so badly to sleep, to go back to that peaceful moment in his mind where he could lay with you and forget anything bad ever happened, but he couldn’t let himself. He couldn’t let himself succumb to a fantasy when in reality, you were laying on an operating table with multiple surgeons working to keep you alive. 

“Mr. Reid?”

Spencer rose to his feet at once, all feelings of exhaustion fleeing his body and being replaced with pure adrenaline. “Yes?”

The doctor gave him a curt nod before directing him into the hall. Spencer followed behind him and stood in a nervous silence as he watched her flip through a clipboard.

“She’s alive, and she’s in stable condition,” she explained, looking away from her clipboard.

He felt as if he was floating, a high he never even imagined was possible. 

“But she is in a coma, and probably will remain that way for the next few days.”

And there it was.

“But-But you think she’ll wake up?” Spencer rushed out, shifting from foot to foot.

“Definitely. Her body needs time to rest, but she’ll wake up as soon as she’s ready.” 

Spencer let out a sigh of relief, a small smile residing on his lips. “Thank you, doctor.”

“You’re a lucky man. We almost lost her, but she fought with all she had. She wanted to stay here.”

He knew that her claims were impossible, but there was an inkling in the back of his mind that maybe she was right. So, instead of responding, he just nodded. “Can-” He cleared his throat. “Can I see her?”

The doctor pressed her lips together in thought for a moment before nodding. “Right this way.”

He followed her through the hospital halls, leading him through the winding maze until they stopped in front of room 112. She gestured to the door before retreating, leaving him alone.

All attempts to catch his breath were futile for the moment he stepped through the door, all the air left his lungs. He couldn’t tell if he was staring at your sleeping form in horror or fondness as he inched towards your bedside, settling into the chair next to you.

“You’re alive,” were the only words he could formulate, repeating them like a mantra while he took your hand in his and pressed feather-light kisses to your knuckles. 

 Finally, he let his head rest against the thin blanket on your bed, and his eyes drooped closed. 

Poppies were your favorite flower. They symbolized peace, something neither of you were familiar with due to your jobs.

Spencer never understood how a flower could symbolize something so complex until he opened his eyes.

He was completely, utterly at peace.

You stood in a field of bright red poppies, a white dress cascading around your frame and a megawatt smile on your face.

Sunshine. Golden.

As if out of a scene from a romance movie (one that you probably forced him to watch), he ran through the fields, coming towards you. Once you were within reach, he wrapped both of his arms around your waist and clung onto you like a vice.

A breathless laugh fell from your lips as you returned the hug, letting your arms hook around his neck. “Hi, my love,” you whispered.

He knew none of this was real. He knew that every memory of you was being pulled from his brain all at once and letting him feel a moment of peace.

But he also knew that he wanted to stay here, at least for a little while.

“Hi, my love,” he echoed, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“Are you alright?” You pulled away slightly, searching his eyes as you brought one hand to cup his face. “You’re crying.”

“I’m just fine.” He gave you a smile, gently taking your hand from his face and placing your hand in his own. “I’m perfect.”

“Are you sure? Did I do-”

“Y/N,” he interrupted, squeezing your hand gently. “Everything’s fine. Don’t worry.”

You took a deep breath and nodded, letting your shoulders drop. “Sorry, I just... I know you’ve been feeling sad lately. I just want to make sure it isn’t because of me.”

His brows furrowed together, worry lines settling on his forehead. “Of course not. Why would you think that?”

“Because every time you look at me, you cry.”

Those words made his heart drop to his stomach. He knew that this was all in his mind, but it was still your voice. He felt all the hurt, all the guilt. 

“I...” A small sob bubbled in his throat, and he pulled you back into his tight embrace. “I just don’t want to lose you. I’m not ready yet.”

You nodded, gripping onto the fabric of his shirt and holding him as close as you possibly could. “Well, right now, you have me. Is that not enough?”

“But it’s not real. I need the real you.”

“Then you have to wake up, my love.”

Wake up. Wake up. Wake up

“Spencer, wake up.”

His eyes flew open, a hand immediately coming up to rub at them. “What?” he grumbled, holding back a yawn.

“God, I’ve tried waking you up for the past five minutes.”

His eyes flickered up to see a pair of Y/E/C eyes staring back at him.

“You’re awake.”

“I can say the same thing about you, sleepyhead,” you teased, weakly patting his hand. 

“Oh my god. You’re okay.” He pushed himself to his feet and hovered his hands over your face, fearful that if he touched you, you would disappear.

“I’m okay, doc.” Your words were slurred, but that was expected. He still knew what you were saying, and even if he didn’t, it didn’t matter. All that mattered was that you were awake, that you were alive.

He let out an incredulous laugh as he bent down and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. “I thought I lost you.”

“You can’t get rid of me that easily.” You hands slowly reached up, letting your fingers graze along his cheek. “Hi, my love.”

“Hi, my love.” He grinned at you. “I thought you weren’t supposed to be awake for a few more days, at least.”

“I guess I just had to wake up. I couldn’t stand being gone from you that long.” You pulled your lower lip between your teeth. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“I-If I wasn’t so cocky, none of this would have happened. You all wouldn’t be wondering whether I’m gonna live or not. I wouldn’t be stuck in a hospital bed with a hole in my chest. You... You wouldn’t be crying.” You gestured to the tears on his cheeks as tears began to stream down your own. “I wouldn’t be crying.”

“Y/N,” he sighed, taking your hand in his and pressing his lips to the back of it. “None of this is your fault. Don’t you ever blame yourself for this.”

You nodded with a sniffle, pulling his hand to your lips and reciprocating his actions. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

The two of you sat in a comfortable silence for a moment, letting yourselves take in everything that was happening.

“Once you get released from the hospital and you’re healed, do you want to get married?”

Your eyes widened in shock at his words, searching his face to make sure that he was being honest. “Are you proposing?”

He shrugged, feeling his cheeks begin to burn. “I-I mean I don’t have a ring yet but... I think I am.”

“Well, if you think you’re proposing, I think I’ll say yes.”

Both of your cheeks ached from how wide you were smiling, that smile never faltering when he pressed his lips to yours and let them linger. 

“Can we have poppies at our wedding?” you mumbled against his lips.

He chuckled, nodding.

Pure sunshine.

[courfeyracs-swordcane]

16, 18, 29, and 43 for the oc ask thing

Okay also gonna be mostly oscu since it’s. Easy and I have brainrot.

16. Which one of your OCs would be the best at biology (school subject)?

Leigh!!! He’s the token stem friend! (Not that he can decide which stem he wants to do— in the community college au he starts out premed, has a crisis about his mortality, goes through just about every other science they offer, and eventually winds up being a high school biology science teacher!)

18. Any OC crackships?

Oh GOD there are so many??? And they keep getting. Uncomfortably canon. The most recent one is. We made a wwi community college au ice skating AU (auception) in which Harry (figure skating prodigy) winds up teaching Leigh (like a baby giraffe on ice skates) to skate to save his relationship with Joel (plays hockey and is kind of shitty in this for no reason which is really homophobic of us he deserves the world) and Leigh and Harry wind up together instead

29. Which one of your OCs would go investigate an abandoned house at night without telling anyone they’re going?

Detective Clifford M Oible, Babey!!!

43. Do you have any certain type when you create your OCs? Do you tend to favour some certain traits or looks? It’s time to confess

,,,,,lowkey. I made the gang from my fuckinf. Peanut allergy time travel story and have never made a different set of characters since??? Like you get.

1. Exhausted but the only functional one (varying degrees of defacto leader and done with this shit)

Victoria (Peanuts)

Skippy Turnstike (Otbaw)

Ada Williams (Otbaw)

Natalia Rosario (Edwardian character design)

Harry Oible (oscu)

Frank (Victorian boarding school aro romeo and juliet)

Ava (Final Countdown)

Seyn (dnd campaign)

2. Kinda overconfident/cocky/annoying, just here for a good time, varying amounts of Issues

Jack Callahan (Peab)

Johnny and Felicity (peab wwi subplot)

Tucker and Mills Turnstike (OTBAW)

Jim McAllister (Edwardian character design)

Leigh Robertson (oscu)

Nellie and Violetta (Victorian boarding school aro romeo and juliet)(girlfriends)

Axelrod Hemmingsworth and Chessy Cheshire both (spaceship)

Carmen (final countdown)

Larceny (dnd campaign)

3. Literally so done with all of this and does not want to be here but also would die for all y’all fuck off (varying degrees of morality)

Richmond and Celia (peab)

Monty Turnstike (and Mills again) (Otbaw)

Benjamin Rosario (Edwardian character design)

John-or-Benny (oscu original concept, he is significantly less like this now)

Captain FUCK (Flintlock Keating) and Marion Huckleberry (spaceship)

Noq (Dnd campaign)

4. Gay And Nice TM (varying degrees of chaos)

Elliot (peab)

Peter (peab wwi subplot)

Rosie Boot and Clarence Williams (otbaw)

Finian Wright (Edwardian character design)

Joel DiMarco (oscu)(technically not gay but still very queer)

Alan Costa (oscu original concept, he’s mean now)

Dora (Victorian boarding school aro romeo and juliet)

Selah (final countdown)

Arson (dnd campaign)

5. Confused and Nice, doing their best and it’s getting there (varying degrees of Child and/or Dead)

Chaffinch (peab)

Wellie Turnstike and Milton Weatherby (Otbaw)

Elise Carlisle (Edwardian character design)

Alfred and Percival (Victorian boarding school aro romeo and juliet)

Caleb (final countdown)

Jamie (dnd campaign)

Honorable Mention! Sad Dad (tragic backstory)

Edward (peab)(does not have a tragic backstory but he’s very tired so I’m giving him these rights)

Dan Jameson (peab wwi subplot)

Alan Costa (oscu)

Matthew Wright (Edwardian character design)

Aurora Steinber (spaceship)

[belphegor1982]

I was thinking of succinct summaries/alternate titles for One-Step, Two-Step, Waltz (anything to either put me off writing or help me write the 2nd chapter, it took me 4 months to make up my mind but I actually do want to post this story somewhere!) and I remembered the chapter headers of L’île mystérieuse (Jules Verne’s Mysterious Island):

And, well, I think I like the concept? So here’s how it might look:

Pirouette (aka Tommy and Jon meet, become friends, and then just a little bit more - Tommy’s PoV)

ONE: Oxford in October – The patrons of the Turf Tavern – The fate of a perfect cup of tea – Making friends

TWO ?? (I really need to write this one)

THREE: An evening at the Oxford Arms – A matter of technique – Who has danced and who hasn’t – Proving a point and what ensues

Pas de Deux (a continuation, aka: Jon and Tommy have fun, fall in love, meet Elizabeth, and fall in love again - Jon’s PoV)

ONE: Something to be said for curiosity – The ire of Monty Carpenter – What happens in a boathouse cabinet – Cicero is returned home

TWO: Christmas vacation – Of the contents of a drawer in the bedside table – A first time – Words, felt and unsaid

THREE: Another first time – Words, gasped and murmured – Christmas Evy – New years, new solutions

FOUR: On the subject of girls and where to find them – A way in isn’t always a way out – Herbert the ram and his lodgers – Four days and four nights

FIVE: An unmemorable encounter – In which future accommodations are debated – Terror, like lightning – Unexpected allies

SIX: The courting of Elizabeth McAllister – The question of intimacy – Dancing lessons – Love, and the making and aching thereof

SEVEN: The nature of a courtship discussed – What a letter can say – Shelter and solace – A choice to be made one day

EIGHT: Trinity term ends – A summer’s ball – Waltzes – Not one, but two

NINE: the last one, which I haven’t written yet :o)

Half of them are safe for work, half aren’t. But hey, it’s not bad for something that started out as a 4k “two friends kiss and end up liking it a lot” experimental snippet ^^ (which is now the 3rd chapter of Pirouette, btw)

[mcnicarcdriguez]

Edgewood Challenge: Relationships

Loving someone and being in love with them are two different things.  Sometimes they overlap. Sometimes they don’t.

Monica has never been one for long-lasting romantic relationships. Everything she wanted out of life she could get, does get, outside of a traditional partnership. Dating can be fun, but it’s not something she goes out of her way for. There’ve been a few men who managed to court her for more than a few dates, but the relationships mostly petered out within a few months. For the most part, her love life has seen a lot more one-night-stands and flings than proper boyfriends.

She’s happy with the cards life dealt her. She has friends. Pack, in their own right, however makeshift it might be. Her heart is full, and if her bed needs one more for the night and there isn’t already someone who’s caught her eye? Well, there are always bars.

Gabriel Alvarez

Relationship: Close Friend / Boyfriend

Duration:  

Friends: October 2009 - Present

Dated: January - August 2010; reignited late March/early April 2020

Species: Human

Status: Alive

Now a close friend (with occasional benefits), Gabriel started out as a potential partner, and managed to hold the title of Monica’s boyfriend for longer than most. A hotshot pilot that had crossed paths with her several times before, Gabriel (or Gabi, to Monica) made no attempt to hide his interest in Monica. He was a relentless flirt. Charming. Easy on the eyes. Adventurous. A good match for her. They were both content to keep things casual. Or, rather, Gabriel was content to take things at whatever pace Monica set. Their dates tended to be high energy and frequent, and when neither of them had an early start to the day, they saw a lot of each other’s beds. Monica had a few small things here and there in his room, and vice versa, but they never actually talked about moving in together, or seriously defining the relationship. 

In the end, distance killed the relationship more than anything else. Relocation split them up, and his deployment tended to see him going radio silent for long stretches of time. Without that in-person aspect to their relationship, and without the ability to keep in contact with any serious consistency, it became impossible to maintain.

It’s been a few years since they’ve gotten to see each other in person. The last time they’d managed to line up time off, he’d come along with her and Monty on a trip to Australia. They email as frequently as they can, and exchange phone calls and texts of something resembling a regular basis. If they can swing it, sometimes they can squeeze in a video call, but it’s a rare thing.

While they had seen other people since splitting up, Monica wouldn’t have turned him down if he asked her out again; with intervention from mutual friends (first Monty, then a few words here and there from others) they’ve been rekindling what they once had. Now that she’s in a more stable living situation and forming a network of friends (on top of the tight-knit support system she has with Monty), she’s more willing and able to handle the long silences and extended time apart.

Chester “Monty” McAllister

Relationship: Best Friend / Platonic Soulmate

Duration: 2006 - Present

Species: Psychic

Status: Alive

It goes without saying that Monty would make the list of Monica’s important relationships. When they first met, he was lanky and guarded. But one look at him, and something in her said that one and wouldn’t be swayed. And their friendship came fast and easy.

Monica coaxed him out of the shell he’d been settled in when he enlisted. She drew him into her orbit and out on her various adventures. Even after relocations saw them off to different places, they kept in close contact. They lined up every bit of leave they could to spend time together in person. She brought him home with her for the holidays several years running. Somewhere along the line, they talked about their roots in the supernatural community.

She’s not in love with him, but she loves him. They don’t have to say it out loud for her to know that sentiment goes both ways.

(Updated 7/28/20 to reflect arc movement)

[edgewoodconfessions]

Valentine's Day is right around the corner, and romance is in the air! Are you hoping to see sparks fly between anyone in particular?

Thank goodness for that, I think romance is just what this town needs to move on from certain events...

Rumor has it Bridgette and Demitri are growing closer. Will that spark grow into a flame?

I have a sense that Charlotte may have a growing interest in Logan. But, is she still clinging to her childhood crush?

Monty and Simon seem awfully close these days. Monty was seen picking them up after work for dinner. I sense there is more than friendship happening there.

Speaking of friendship, is what’s going on between Valerie and Caterina strictly platonic, or are one or both of them hoping for more?

I don’t know about you all, but I simply can not wait to see how the speed dating event goes.

( @werewitchsimon, @montymcallister, @bridgettekingsley, @logancree, @darklighterxdemitri, @charlottexkingsley, @valeriebianchi, @caterinasingh )

[wiscowrites]

Blair Redford, Michael Vlamis & Steve Lund

[edgewoodrp]

The Wolf Moon event has officially concluded.

While more information has been gathered on these mysterious beasts that terrorized the town and presented to the Supernatural City Council, they are no closer to being caught. One thing we may be certain of, though, is that Edgewood hasn’t seen the last of these fiends...

Below the cut is a summary of the events and encounters that took place over the weekend of the Wolf Moon. 

In the days leading up to and during the full moon...

Frankie Holloway and Monty McAllister had a series of bizarre visions alluding to possible events taking place during the course of the Wolf Moon.

Friday, January 10th

Around 2:30PM an unusual howl was heard in The Outskirts. Not long after that, something attempts to enter the Mystery Shack. After the tour concludes, Phoenix Castillo discovers tracks around the building that head toward town.

As night falls and the moon rises higher, Monica Rodriguez took to the woods of The Outskirts. Here, she discovered a trail of red and blue colored tracks that smelled like blood and some kind of chemical. The tracks led towards town.

Around midnight, Bridgette Kingsley witnesses a cat-like creature attack Dr. Kenneth Blackthorne in the parking structure of Edgewood Memorial Hospital. While the security guard discovers the body and calls for a lockdown, a howl echoes from the city and the cat vanishes into the shadows.

At the same time, Charlotte Kingsley is run off the road near Old Edgewood by a massive wolf-like creature. She’s injured in the accident and makes it over the town line in time for the Veil to prevent the monster from mauling her. The same howl from the city draws the beast’s attention and it takes off toward it.

Saturday, January 11th

At 12:41AM, Monty McAllister finds Charlotte’s car and takes her to seek medical treatment. Due to the lockdown at Edgewood Memorial Hospital, they are rerouted to BHM.

Having heard the howl earlier in the night, around 3:00AM Logan Cree goes out to investigate the area. He covers from the North Star Lounge in Uptown to the Downtown area, and eventually discovers two bodies in an alley by the vampire bar Last Drop. One is still alive, but after touching Logan, she turns into a large wolf-like creature and attacks him. He’s left alive but injured, and with an unusual psychic connection to the beast’s other victims. Having sustained what he believed to be a werewolf bite, he seeks treatment at BHM.

The body of Nora Li-Marin is discovered around 4:00AM by police.  

At 5:00AM, the lockdown is lifted at Edgewood Memorial Hospital and patients, visitors, and staff are allowed to leave.

Later that morning, Bridgette Kingsley relays what she saw at the hospital to the SCC’s witch representative, Rose-Marie Arceneaux. While there, she receives a phone call from her mother and learns of Charlotte’s accident.

Beatrice Larson gets the feeling something is following her, but every time she looks there’s nothing there.

Monica enlists Simon Romero-Martin and Ronan North to help her follow the trail she discovered in the woods the night before. Following the tracks, they discover two more sets of tracks heavily intersecting with the original. All three have a chemical smell, but a slightly different scent below that. The trail leads them to the Olympus subdivision and the golf club, both deep in Callaghan Pack territory. They inform Pete Callaghan of their discovery, and he takes the investigation from there.

After a morning of restfulness and healing, Charlotte gets restless and sneaks out of her room at BHM and goes exploring. She finds Logan Cree is also checked in and the two compare the events from the night before. Upon learning of Logan’s apparent connection to the creature, Charlotte attempts to scry for its location.

After all the... excitement of the night before, Xavier Bennett forgot to take his medication. As he goes about his day, he feels a presence following him as he runs errands and opens up the North Star Lounge for the evening. He serves a young woman asking odd questions about the attack the night before and swears he recognizes her from somewhere. It’s later he realizes he saw her in that day’s newspaper.

Sunday, January 12th

The body in the alley is officially identified as Nora Li-Marin. Publicly, her death is ruled as an overdose; the supernatural community know differently and host a vigil for her.

Late Sunday evening, Ernie Vesper was found critically injured in his warded bunker in the abandoned Olympus subdivision. He was found by Liam and Fiona Callaghan after Monica’s crew put the pack on the case.

Despite treatment of human and supernatural origin, Kenneth Blackthorne is unresponsive and his condition continues to deteriorate.

What We Know:

Three different creatures were involved in the attacks. While they resemble werebeasts, none of them were recognizable members of Edgewood were-packs or neighboring packs.

It’s likely they are not werebeasts at all, as the full moon did not seem to dictate their Changes, and their bite did not kill a vampire.

Two of the creatures resembled wolves, but larger and much larger than a normal wolf. The third resembled a large jaguar. 

The jaguar is able to disappear into shadows, but also felt rage, relief, and fear while it carried out its attack.

The smaller of the two wolves was human before the touch of a supernatural turned her into her beastly form. She was fearful and apologetic before Changing quickly.

The larger of the two wolves is massive in size and seems to relish in the thrill of the chase.

The only known victims of these creatures’ attacks have been other supernatural beings. Christian Valentine, chief of police and SCC werewolf rep, still believes there may be other victims out there that haven’t been found yet.

Known victims include Dr. Kenneth Blackthorne (a warlock; deceased), Charlotte Kingsley (a witch; alive), Nora Li-Marin (a shifter; deceased), and Ernie Vesper (a shifter; alive).

Since the night of the Wolf Moon, no new attacks have occurred. Everyone injured by the beasts was attacked Friday night or Saturday morning.

[falselandinteracts]

James Montgomery goes by Monty to make it easier to distinguish which James is which.

James McAllister is just James and James Montgomery is Monty.

The nicknames have been chosen