#neverblooms

[midnightwind]

reordering Renn's playlist like welcome to genre whiplash

[ghost-town-story]

(Loosely inspired by this prompt, cause I wanna give Feral and Nats more feels XD)

“Hey Kess,” Falcon called as he heard the door open.

“Yeah?” Kestrel replied.

“Come here.”

Kestrel’s footsteps pattered up the stairs, and they raised an eyebrow at Falcon as they reached the top. “Mhm?” They took a moment to assess the scene, then they crossed the space to drape themself over the back of Falcon’s shoulders. “‘Sup?” they asked, twirling a lock of his hair around their fingers.

“You wouldn’t happen to know why Basil seems to think we’re a thing, would you?” Falcon asked lightly.

Kestrel laughed and pressed a kiss to his temple. “No idea,” they said in that too-innocent voice of theirs. “He’s your baby bird, after all.”

[gothgirlantlers]

The song of the day is

Make Them Suffer - Widower

this is another song I'm amazed I haven't done yet because it's such a classic. the piano part will forever live rent-free in my head, as I find myself whistling it all the time.

[viacursecasting]

All the moments that I wish I could show you

Oh, I hope I made you proud even though you'll never see my flowers / Bloom, bloom

[midwestisolation]

these words will last forever i'll dream our memories away just to make you hurt just to make you feel my pain

[heartstringsduet]

Happy Sunday <3 A little more of Teenage Jonah fic that will hopefully be done this month.

All kids mimic.

When Jonah was four, he started poking his tongue into the side of his mouth like TK. Only unlike his brother, Jonah did it when he was in deep thought. A year late, Jonah wanted glasses for reading because Carlos wore them. When they finally relented and gave him a glassless frames, Jonah grew out of as quickly as he did the idea of liking them. 

It was around this time, that Jonah started calling everything ‘babe’ for a while. His stuffed whale toy? Babe. Marjan, Joe and their daughter Nada? All babe. It was only for a day or two until he understood that that word was something for them, like ‘mijo’ and ‘kiddo’ was only meant for him, but it's one of the stories they never tire bringing back up until Jonah grumbles at them to stop. They try not to embarrass him on purpose, they simply don't tire of being fond of those memories. When Jonah was eight, he constantly asked to pick Carlos up from work so he could sit in his chair and swivel in it, wearing the Ranger hat while questioning Carlos about ‘their case’. They drew the line at a plastic gun. Carlos wouldn’t have minded -- he’d grown up with more than one -- but his New York husband set his foot down and Carlos had no real reason to argue given what he saw on his job.

When Jonah was ten, Rangers were out because TK returned to his old job as a paramedic at the 126, leading his own team. Around the same time,Jonah swore he’d be a doctor so he could greet his brother in the hospital halls. These days, after seeing either of them in the hospital for one reason or the other, Jonah gave up on either of their professions.

Now, he wants to be a sculpture artist…’or whatever.’ OPEN TAG &

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[welcometololaland]

just posted the last chap of never too late, and (pending a rwrb demon i need to exorcise) i am attempting to go back to the ring-in. here's a little 🌶️ section from chapter 4.

“So,” says TK, his mouth slightly ajar and his breath coming out in short staccato beats as Carlos fucks into him. “Has Richard Reynolds ever made you feel like this?”

The tone is conversational, if not a little strung out, but in any case, Carlos did not anticipate talking about his childhood rival while having slow, morning sex with his husband. He doesn’t want to be talking about anyone else right now. He wants to be losing himself in the warm heat of TK’s body and whispering filthy things into his ear; things Carlos would never have the confidence to say in any other scenario.

“No one has ever made me feel like you do,” he replies, swallowing back a moan as he rolls his hips into TK again. There’s an obscene smack as skin meets skin, and Carlos hopes that it’s not loud enough to be picked up by Lindsay’s supersonic hearing. “Are you feeling some type of way about it?”

TK gasps, then groans, throwing his head back on the pillow and searching for Carlos’ hand on the sheets. One of his legs is slowly falling through the gap in the twin mattresses that are laid out on the floor, and it seems like both of them are trying to ignore it. “No.”

“You’re jealous,” Carlos surmises, recognising TK’s avoidance even though he’s partially distracted by the slowly suffocating tension in his body. “Baby. You never need to be jealous.”

“I’m not— Fuck,” TK whimpers. “Right there, baby. Oh my god. Don’t stop.”

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[sitkowski]

neverbloom ( jolly karlsson x ofc reece )

pairing: jolly karlsson x reece (oc) cw: 18+ MDNI ⚠️ assholes in love, angst, some violence, vaginal fingering, protected vaginal sex, hair pulling, biting, choking, mentions of dacryphilia, miscommunication, love confessions word count: 4.1k author's note: more of my favorite meanies who are secretly in love, and the first full fic of 2025 this has taken me forever to get to and finish! this is a sequel to show me where the delicate stops. title comes from "neverbloom" by rain city drive, which inspired me so much for them this time around. dividers by @sweetmelodygraphics 🩷

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It was just supposed to be a one time thing. And yet, four months after Nick’s birthday party, they’re still doing this. If anyone knows about it in their friends circle, no one says. Because they are not together. It’s merely physical, a way to blow off steam. They don’t act differently around one another, they’re not magically nice to each other just because they’re sleeping together. 

The thing is, they’re not doing this with anyone else. When Jolly gets home from a tour, Reece is the first person he calls. They’ll meet at the bar between her house and his apartment building, and go from there. They don’t pick up other people. But it’s just sex, no one spends the night, not normally. They will have their clothes on and be out the door before the sweat dries on their skin, and it works for them.

Until it doesn’t.

Jolly wakes up alone, but he knows that Reece is still there. He can still smell her perfume on his sheets, and the scent of brewing coffee drifts in from the kitchen. Her clothes are still strewn across his bedroom floor, tangled with his from the night before. Her cell phone is on the nightstand on the other side of his bed. Dragging himself up, Jolly puts on a pair of sweats and ventures out of the bedroom.

Reece is sitting on his kitchen counter, wearing one of his more worn Harley Davidson t-shirts and not much else, sipping a cup of coffee. He must have a surprised look on his face, because she scoffs at him.

“Don’t look at me like that, I was too drunk to drive last night.”

“You could have taken a cab.”

For some reason, the words make him sick to his stomach as they come out of his mouth, and he sees the way her eyes harden and she frowns before she sits the cup on the counter and gets down. He opens his mouth to take them back, but she’s already shoving past him towards the bedroom. Jolly doesn’t move to stop her, standing there trying to figure out why the hell he keeps doing this, in every sense of the word. It takes him a few minutes to follow her.

Leaning in the doorway, he lets her stomp around and pull on her clothes, balling up his t-shirt and throwing it at him when she sees him standing there. He catches it, torn between apologizing and being amused with her temper tantrum. Reece shoves her cell phone into the back pocket of her jeans and starts looking around for her shoes. Jolly knows they’re in the living room, but doesn’t offer any assistance.

“Why are you staring at me like that? You want me gone, I’m going.”

“Could you be less insufferable until I’ve had my coffee? You don’t have to leave, I was only making an observation—”

Rolling her eyes, she puts her hands on his chest to push him out of the doorway. He doesn’t move. Instead his hands shoot out to grab onto her wrists, twisting them down to her sides easily.

“I’m serious. Stay and have coffee with me. Maybe I’ll even fuck you after.”

“You’re a fucking pig, Joakim,” Reece sneers, struggling to free her wrists.

“I might be, but you’re the one who likes to get in the mud and roll around with me, precious.”

She just stares up at him before trying to get her hands free again. This time he lets her go. And he almost expects her to try to leave, but she doesn’t. She goes back to the kitchen and picks up her coffee mug, not meeting his eye as she takes a drink. So he ignores her, makes his own cup and takes it into the living room. He sees her boots by the edge of the sofa, where she’d kicked them off the night before.

“You don’t have to hide in the kitchen, Reece,” he says as he sits down. “I’m not going to maul you.”

“You were singing a different tune last night.”

“That’s ironic, given the fact you don’t have a mark on you.”

Reece comes into the living room and sits down in the oversized arm chair on the other side of the coffee table, a healthy amount of space between them. She doesn’t say anything at first, just stares at him over the rim of her coffee mug. He isn’t wrong, he’s the one with scratches on his chest and a bite mark on his shoulder. 

“Don’t complain when you like it,” she says, and she smirks when he narrows his eyes at her. “I can read you like a book, Jolly.”

Something about the way she says it doesn’t make it sound like a compliment. She says it the same way he tells her that she’s weak. It’s been months and they always manage to find the softest spot they have to drive the knife into, it doesn’t matter how good the sex is. And yet, it feels different. He’s not used to this new feeling that’s been coming on lately, something similar to regret when he sees how she cries afterward sometimes, or when he leaves when he wants to stay. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asks, and he doesn’t even realize that he was staring at her.

“This is the longest you and I have spent alone together when we’re not in bed.”

“Aw c’mon, we’re not always in bed.”

Jolly scowls at her attempt at a joke. This is what they do too, they deflect and try to make it seem like this is still something casual. “I’m trying to be serious here.”

Reece sits up and puts her coffee cup on the table between them. When she stands, his eyes roam over her. He thinks that she’s going to leave, and honestly, it would probably be the smartest thing to do right now. But they’ve yet to be smart around one another. She steps closer, until she’s standing between his spread legs and he looks up at her. Whatever the expression on his face is, it makes her reach down and cup his face, stroke her fingers over the edge of his jaw. It’s an oddly tender gesture.

“Stop fucking looking at me like that.”

“Like what?”

Reece smiles, and it’s tinged with bitterness. “Like you want to be nice to me.”

His first instinct is to apologize, his second is to say something biting that would probably make her leave. He chooses a third one instead. Sitting aside his coffee cup, Jolly wraps his hands around the back of her thighs, tugging until she loses her balance and falls into his lap. She catches herself with her hands braced on his chest. Before she can say anything, he wraps a hand around the back of her neck and pulls her mouth to his. She protests weakly, but after a few moments she’s fisting her hands in his hair and squirming in his lap.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to be nice to you?” he asks, reaching between them to unbutton her jeans. She opens her mouth to speak but her words die on a moan as he slides his hand down into her panties. “Because I can be really nice, precious.”

“This works so much better when you don’t talk.” she says but it doesn’t have its normal amount of heat.

He likes that he’s wearing her down.

He also doesn’t think he’s going to listen to her. Instead he presses two fingers into her, not able to get as deep as he’d like because of her jeans. It doesn’t matter thought, she still lets out a breathless noise, rocking against his hand.

“Fuck,” he mutters, pressing his forehead against hers. “You’re soaking wet.”

He expects her to tell him to shut up, say something back, but she doesn’t. In fact, she goes out of her way to stay quiet other than quiet whimpers passing through her lips as he works her over. She just clenches her eyes shut.  They’ve been doing this long enough that he can tell when she’s close, the way her fingers twist restlessly in the front of his shirt and his hair. But she still won’t look at him. Not even when she comes on his fingers.

He sees the hint of tears in her lashes and it's a new feeling to feel bad about it. He would always stop if he was hurting her, and he knows that sometimes Reece will cry but it's more of an overwhelming thing. He's told her how much he likes it when she cries. But this is something different.

Before he can say anything, she's shoving off of lap and buttoning her jeans back up. “I have to go. I'm supposed to be meeting Cam and Harper for breakfast.”

“Do you want a ride-”

“No, that's okay. I think I'll get that cab you mentioned.” She tugs on her boots, grabs her jacket from where she'd tossed it the night before. He thinks that she's going to leave without another word, but she leans over the arm of the sofa and presses a quick kiss to his lips. “Bye.”

He finds that he’s the one who can't say anything, sitting there silently until she leaves.

The thing is, Jolly likes pushing Reece’s buttons and she pushes his back just as much. He likes the way that he gets under her skin like no one else can. It’s easier than thinking about what an actual future between the two of them would be like. At this point, she’s the only person in his bed anyway. But they haven’t spoken since that morning in his apartment, and it’s been over a week. He thinks he can time how long it’ll take her to cave and seek him out, but he’s the one to do so first. 

Everyone was meeting up for drinks and a few rounds of pool at the bar where Cam worked, and he’s the last one to arrive. Jolly tries not to look around for her, since he doesn’t see her over by the pool table with everyone else. When he turns around and glances at the bar, he sees her there. He also sees that she’s not alone, some blonde guy sitting on the barstool beside her. It shouldn’t matter to him. They’re not together. It shouldn’t feel like this.

“You’re gonna be nice tonight, right?” Noah asks, and Jolly realizes he’s either being blissfully ignorant or he doesn’t know what he and Reece have been doing the past few months. “No bar fights.”

The guy sitting beside Reece leans in to say something to her. And instead of leaning back into him in return, she glances around his shoulder, eyes scanning the room. She looks in Jolly’s direction, and she smiles. The smile she gives him isn’t a nice one. Jolly feels his eye twitch.

Nicholas is only watching because Cam is behind the bar, and he sighs in resignation. “Don’t do it, Joll.”

“I need a drink.”

He leaves everyone by the pool table, ignoring their protests as he walks over to the bar. Cam is already waiting on him, and he leans on Reece’s other side, ignoring her entirely. “Hey Camille, can I get a beer?”

She nods and turns away, and he tells himself not to say anything to Reece, just to let it go. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see she doesn’t really seem to be paying much attention to the guy next to her now.

“So is this what we’re doing now?” she asks.

It takes Jolly a second to realize that Reece is talking to him. “What exactly? Using some random guy to make me jealous?”

He still won’t look at her fully, but he sees it when the corner of her mouth twists upward in a smirk. He should have just kept his mouth shut because now she knows she’s got him exactly where she wants him.

“Hey Reece,” the guy to her right says, louder than he needs to. “Is this guy bothering you?”

Cam comes back and passes Jolly his beer. “Todd, knock it off.”

The guy—Todd, apparently—has the decency to look a little embarrassed. But Jolly has decided that he’s got to make this into more than it is. He scoffs a laugh as he takes a drink of his beer, drawing both Todd and Reece’s attention.

“Do not.” she hisses, giving him a warning look.

“I just think it’s funny that we’ve been sleeping together for months now and you think this is the way to get my attention.”

He’s pretty sure he hears Cam muttering something along the lines of oh shit. Reece glares at him and turns to face him fully. “You don’t own me, Joakim. I never said we were—”

“What? We were what? You can’t even say it, can you?”

“Look, she obviously doesn’t want to see you right now so why don’t you just go back over to your friends?” Todd suggests.

“Fuck off, Todd.”

Cam lets out a disbelieving laugh and moves to the other end of the bar. Jolly is certain eventually Nicholas will be coming over to break this up. He’ll leave angry, Reece will leave angry, they’ll start this cycle all over again. They’ll give it a few days and then one of them will text the other to come over. It’s just how it is.

“Clearly Reece would rather have me here than you, it’s obvious she’s looking for something less…whatever the hell is going on here—”

Reece lets out an agitated sigh, “Fuck off, Todd.”

“Wow, if you wanna lower yourself to being some dude’s doormat because you have no self esteem then fine, I—”

Jolly can still hear Noah telling him no bar fights, even as he steps around Reece and shoves Todd off of his stool. He’s caught off guard and tumbles to the floor, but he also isn’t alone as a few guys from another table start to come over to Todd’s defense. His friends help him up and Jolly starts to step forward, fully intending to actually start a bar fight, but Reece plants both of her hands in the middle of his chest and shoves him back. 

“What the hell is wrong with you?” she asks.

“This is what’s wrong with me!” he gestures between the two of them. “It’s like this never ending game of russian roulette. You’re the gun, and I’m the idiot who keeps pulling the trigger even when I know what the outcome will be.”

Her face goes pale, and tears well up in her eyes. There had been a time where he wouldn’t have felt bad about the things he’s said, but he regrets the words almost immediately. It doesn’t make them any less true to him. Still, he just can’t stop himself and more words tumble out.

“I’m gonna go,” Jolly says. “You have a great night with Todd.”

It’s petty and childish, but he doesn’t plan on sticking around to see the outcome of that. Ignoring their friends, he intends on making a hasty exit. He’s barely out the back door and down the alley that leads to the parking lot before he hears Reece calling his name. A part of him doesn’t want to turn around. He thinks that it would be best for a clean break. But it’ll never be that easy.

“What the hell was that?” Reece’s voice echoes around him and he stops, turning around to look at her. “Have you lost your mind?”

“Was he wrong? Why are you even with me?”

“We’re not—”

“Exactly,” Jolly nods. “We’re not.”

She comes closer, and he wishes he didn’t feel like an asshole when he sees the tears streaked down her face. All those months ago and he would have just left her standing there, or told her they weren’t doing this anymore.

“We’ve treated each other like shit, Reece. And maybe I’m tired of it. You told me not to look at you as if I want to be nice to you? Well I do, okay?”

Once he’s said it, he knows that he can’t take it back. He doesn’t want to. His eyes never leave her face, and he watches the range of emotion she seems to be going through standing there with him. 

“You don’t…” she trails off and he can hear the sadness in her voice. “You don’t, Joakim. You’re the one who told me that I wasn’t your type. You’re the one who nailed his way through one of my friend groups—”

“God woman, do you ever just stop? I’m pretty sure I fell in love with you the second you pulled a knife on me.”

This draws a disbelieving laugh from Reece. “Oh, so we’ve moved on from like to love, huh?”

She’s fucking with him. He knows it. “I’m sorry, for everything.”

He’s not sorry for all of it, but he doesn’t think that he needs to tell her that. When she looks away from him, Jolly thinks that she’s going to leave him out there and go back inside. It’s a brief feeling of panic, but he tells himself if she does then he’ll let her go. They can’t chase each other around the way they have been anymore.

“Say it again.” Reece says.

“Which part?” he asks, stepping closer to her. She backs away, but there’s the first hint of a smile on her face. “That I’m sorry that we spent so much time being assholes to one another, or that I love you—”

Reece leans against the wall he’s backed her up against. Her fingers twist into the fabric of his shirt as she pulls him closer. “That, Jolly. I wanna hear how much you love me too.”

“Too?” Jolly tilts his head down, pressing her further against the wall. “Not sure I heard a return of feelings in that, precious.”

“You are an asshole. But so am I, and I do love you.”

That’s all he needs to finally give in and kiss her. It’s no different than any of the other times that he’s kissed her, there is no big revelation. Instead, it feels like something settling into place right where it should be. It’s always felt right, he’s just never wanted to admit it until now.

The sound of a door opening draws them apart, and Noah leans around the frame. “Oh good, you haven’t killed each other.”

“We’re good, Noah,” Reece promises. “We’re actually gonna take off.”

“Behave yourselves,” he says, pointing between the two of them. “No more daytime drama levels of whatever the hell that was in there.”

Jolly decides not to be an asshole and point out just how dysfunctional his relationship is in comparison to whatever he and Reece have, but he lets it go.

Apparently, Reece had come to the bar with Harper and Nick, so she just left with Jolly knowing that Noah would let them all know. They drive back to her house, because it’s the closest. When they get there, Reece leads him inside and right upstairs. He’s only been in her bedroom the one time, the night of Nick’s birthday. Now, he sits on the end of her bed and watches as she takes her hair down and runs her fingers through it, eyeing him with a smile.

“What?”

“Last time I was in here, you slapped me.”

Reece scoffs, toeing off her boots. “If I remember correctly, you told me I could.”

“I did,” he nods and she hums in agreement. “Why don’t you come over here?”

The second she’s close enough, he hooks his hands around the backs of her thighs and pulls her onto his lap. It feels like deja vu, a repeat of the other morning. But the tension between them this time doesn’t feel as thick, at least not in the way it had before. When he slides his hands beneath the bottom of her skirt, Reece sighs and presses her forehead into his.

“I want you to do something for me.” he says as his fingers tiptoe up to the edge of her underwear and up further until he can feel how wet she is for him through the thin fabric. She nods, and he brushes his lips over hers before speaking. “I want you to let me take care of you.”

He can hear it when she swallows almost nervously because they’ve done this dozens of different ways but it’s never been like this. And yeah, he’s used to getting his way, being the one to take her apart. When she shakes her head, he frowns.

“No, I don’t think so, Joakim. I think you’re gonna let me take care of you instead.”

Any other time he wouldn’t have agreed, he would have argued or convinced her that he was the one who needed to be in control. But he doesn’t, he just gives in. Nodding, he leans back on his hands. “Alright. Whatever you want.”

Satisfied, Reece moves off of the bed and takes off her dress and underwear before stepping over to her nightstand. It takes Jolly a minute to be able to move, and then he takes off his own clothes, leaning back against the pillows. When she climbs back over him, dropping a condom package on the mattress beside them, she lets out a contented hum as she lowers herself against him. Jolly can really feel how wet she is, his mouth falling open as she grinds down on him, the slick heat of her making it hard to breathe. Her hands thread into his hair and she tugs a little as she leans down to nip at his mouth.

He wraps his hands around her hips, pulling her down more firmly as he rocks his hips up into hers, but she tsks and pulls back. They stare at each other as she grabs for the condom, tearing open the package and reaching between them to roll it down his cock. He thinks that’s going to be it, but for a few more minutes she just keeps grinding down on him, nails digging into his scalp as he leaves a trail of biting kisses along the underside of his jaw. Always the one to leave marks, not that he’s got any kind of issue with that.

Finally, she leans back, wrapping her fingers around him and sinks down on him so slowly that Jolly thinks about calling the whole thing off because he knows she’s thinking of torturing him. She’s squeezing around his cock and gasping for air. Letting go of his hair, she braces her hands on his chest, holding him down. He pushes up against her, only because it’s second nature at this point. But Reece just laughs breathlessly and digs her nails into his chest.

At one point while she’s riding him, Jolly grabs onto one of her wrists, bringing her hand to his throat. Her eyes widen, but she lets him set her hand against him, and she squeezes a little, just as she clenches down on him. Jolly’s eyes flutter closed as he holds his breath. He grabs her hips and pulls her down harder onto him.

“I love you,” she says, voice coming out desperate. She lets go of his throat, just enough for him to pull in more air. “You drive me absolutely insane, but I love you.”

He yanks her down into a kiss, repeating everything back to her. There was a time when he told her he hated her, but he doesn’t think that was ever actually true. She smiles against his mouth, something she didn’t really do that often before. All he can think is that he’s never going to make her stop smiling now if he can help it.

They come together practically seconds apart, and she sags against him, forehead pressing into his shoulder as he drags his hands up and down her sweat slicked back. Neither of them speak at first, but eventually she lifts her head and kisses him, soft and full of promise.

“I still wanna fight sometimes though.” she says, and Jolly can’t help but laugh. “I hear angry sex is very fun, and leads to makeup sex.”

“Of course, whatever you want.”

Eventually they move enough to clean up and take a shower together, another first for them. Afterwards, Jolly stays. The two of them curl up on Reece’s couch to watch a movie and he doesn’t think he’d rather be anywhere else.

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Neverbloom

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Neverbloom

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Ruby water the beautfufil flowers with care as she rose up from her spot and dusted herself off as she surveyed the garden. A bountiful of lively flowers surrounded her. This was truly a great thing Jaune and her could have done together.

Her and Jaune's little garden.

It made her giddy just thinking about it.

Ruby sighed in content as she looked up at the sunny sky and enjoyed the sun rays hitting her face before a frown hit her face.

She looked at her scroll, the homescreen, a photo of her and Jaune on a date.

It's been about a week since Jaune went with his team on that mission.

"Hurry back soon, Jaune. I miss you"

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"That's it. I'm going in there, " Yang said but was stopped by Blake.

"Yang, don't do that will just make it worse," Blake said, impeding Yang from going into the garden.

"That my sister Blake, look at her just fucking look!" Yang all but yelled with tears in her eyes as she pointed at Ruby.

"I know, babe, I know, but look at how she reacted the first time," Blake said as she recalled the meltdown that Ruby went through.

"The doctors say she'll keep on repressing and repressing it until she can come to terms with it on her own," Blake said as she hugged Yang, who sat down and sat down, defeated and sobbed as Blake looked on at Ruby watering dead decaying flowers with a smile on her face.

Caring for a garden that will never bloom.

"Oh Jaune, it's been so hard on Ruby since you died a year ago"

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🎵 I'd wait here forever just to see, just to see these flowers bloom🎵

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It's been a little minute since I did a sadcaster, ah good times.

[tales-from-the-aether-ttrpg]

Tales from the Aether: Factions

Amorous Maiden

Guild, Dayseeker, Neverbloom, Arivel

The Amorous Maiden is a chain of brothels and tea houses across the eastern half of the continent. They are known for their incredibly talented courtesans and their wide assortment of entertainment options. However, the Amorous Maiden is not all that it appears. Secrets run through those halls more than gold and the entertainers are instructed to collect as much gossip from their clients as possible. Not even the courtesans know why they are instructed this way or what the secrets are used for but non the less, they abide.

In truth, the Amorous Maiden is a the continent’s largest spy network. Talented courtesans are transformed into spies that travel the world, worm their way into political circles and the most isolated sects of the continent. Their mysterious patron only every speaks through possession and has never actually been seen. It is possible for outsiders to trade for knowledge within the guild but few know of the Amorous Maiden’s true purpose. Those who deal in under the table deals and shadows may have an inkling but not even the members of the guild truly know the full extent of the guild’s reach.

Language: Common and Beast Speak

Traits (Choose One)

Social – You are a master at getting people to talk. You gain a +2 on any Social checks to get an NPC to spill their secrets.

Survival – You have walked in shadows and corwded ball rooms long enough that you know how to avoid being spotted when you wish. You gain a permanent +1 to the Stealth skill.

Combat – As a courtesan and spy, you know how to make use of any object as a weapon or defensive tool. You gain a permanent +1 to the Unconventional Fighting skill.

Magic – Once per day, you can enchant a creature to convulsively spill all their secrets. The target must make a Willpower Reflex against your Glamour DC. On a failure, they are prompted to spill any secrets they may have for 1 minute. On a success, the target resists the attempted manipulation. The target is unaware that they were influenced by magic.

[paperstorm]

has anyone heard from beth (neverblooms)? I’m a lil worries considering she was dealing with the shit we had to witness today on ao3

I have not, Beth if you are checking messages your friends love you and hope you're doing okay. And if you've managed to miss everything that's happened, maybe stay off AO3 for a few days. The real world is harsh enough. @never-blooms