#tell me lies bree

[clubartaesthetic]

Very controversial

[thelusciousdevil]

[ariesrain]

Look, I think it's pretty obvious that you came here tonight looking for something, so we might as well just get to the point.

[sunlightandprayers]

i actually want to strangle lucy and stephen with my bare hands

[sunshinegirl29]

As someone who was in love with her teacher for years, Tell Me Lies casually dropping Tom Ellis in, and THEN having the chemistry and tension with Bree was a crime. I am SAD AND HORNY.

[magggg202]

I always love a bad boy in a movie or book, but the HATE I have for Stephen DeMarco is real!!! LEO AND Max did not deserve any of this!! WHY LUCY?! WHY!!

[peterkoubek]

oh my god. stephen pulled the “we are the only people that work together” (NOT TRUE STEPHEN OKAY LUCY IS FUCKING NORMAL WITHOUT YOU BUT YOU RUINED HER) and it’s gonna work. it’s gonna fucking work. because he’s a manipulator because yeah of course she can’t fucking get over you and what you’ve done because you’re sick and twisted you whore!!!!

so that 2015 timeline… we’ll get that hookup in the finale. feeling: scared!

[naneki-maid]

so I get what Bree is saying in feeling betrayed—having been lied to, but it is just so funny and twisted hearing her say “I thought this was something special…there wasn’t any part of this that was mine!” like?? oh to be the mysterious mistress that she thought she was? what a sick and bizarre position to covet. and idk maybe the foundation of something special doesn’t begin with having an affair with a 45 year old man.

[xtinyslip]

bree was sat with her camera out, clearly flicking through the work she had done today on her screen. she was really pleased with it, it finally felt like her photography business was beginning to take off and she couldn't have been more delighted. it had only taken years but it was a tough business and she had the patience to last it out. "oh, sorry." offering an apologetic smile as she started to clear the table to give the other person room, if they wanted to sit. it wasn't that uncommon in london, especially in a bar like this one ; she was used to it. "you can sit if you like? i was actually thinking of ordering another drink if you -- you know?" wanted to get one. @moonglowmuses

[tellmelieshulu]

never underestimate a sorority and its rules.

[baileybasses-archive]

OH THIS HORRID WHITE MAN I HATE HIM SO MUCH

[lolahauri]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Does He Fuck You Better Than Me?

Ship: Bree Van De Kamp/Reader

Type: Smut, Semi-Implied F/F, One-Shot. (MDNI)

Contains: Cheating, Vaginal Fingering, Oral, Nipple Play, Dirty Talk, Squirting, Implied Toxic Relationship, Some Plot, Bottom!Bree.

Words: 1,022

Requested?: Not Really.

"You cheated on rex?"

"Of course not! What do you take me for? ... I cheated on Orson."

~

You never got tired of seeing Bree sprawled across your bed, body fully on display, looking good enough to eat. The way her silky copper hair lied across your pillows alone was a sight to behold, and right now, she was looking exceptionally divine.

She was wearing your favorite lingerie tonight, a lacy blush set, with matching lipstick to really make it pop. You almost wished you didn't have to rip it off of her right now.

~

Bree pulled away from your heated kiss, a gasp slipping past her lips as you rushed to remove her bra, being more clumsy and rough than usual. You weren't trying to be so aggressive today, but you couldn't help it right now, you were just so stressed out.

"My, what's gotten into you today?" you could tell from her tone she was equally aroused and confused.

Ignoring her question for now, you managed to pull the clothing from her and toss it to the floor, leaving her breasts fully out on display. You briefly scanned her face, looking for any hint of resistance. And when you didn't see it, you ducked your head down and got to work.

She let out a loud and sudden moan, arching her back from the sensation. Your tongue was sucking and licking circles around one nipple, pinching and rubbing the other between your fingers. It didn't take much to get her going tonight, looks like you aren't the only one who's a little pent up and needy right now.

"Y/N... You didn't answer my question." her words were being broken up with small gasps "Is... something the matter?"

You lifted your gaze to lock eyes with her, "I think you know what's wrong."

Before she could speak again, you brought her into a rough kiss, moving your hands down her sides and fiddling with the straps of her underwear. She lifted her hips up a bit, allowing you to pull them down in one swift motion.

Bree slowly pulled back from the kiss, speaking up as you trailed your lips down her body. "I'm being serious you know, tell me what's going on tonight."

You stopped your movements, face hovering just above her navel as you sighed and looked back up. "Well, it's not exactly easy seeing that man have his hands all over you, you know?" wanting to stop this conversation from turning into another argument, you kept making your way down south, exploring her lower body with your hands.

"Oh, this again?" you rolled your eyes as she spoke "Y/N, we've talked about this-" she cut herself off with a small moan when you kissed the top of her pussy "He's- he's my husband... you knew that and you agreed to this anyways. There's really no reason to be upset."

You simply hummed in response, licking and biting her inner thighs, watching the way she jumps a little bit each time. The thought of Orson doing this to her made your stomach turn, why is she even with him? She has you now, she should just realize what she really needs is right in front of her and leave his sorry-ass behind.

"Right..." you finally spoke up before licking a strip up her pussy, flicking your tongue over her clit. You wrapped your legs under her thighs, reaching up and gripping her hips tightly to hold her in place.

Her breathing was heavy as you swiped over her bud a few more times, but she could tell you were still annoyed. "Don't be like this. You know a relationship like ours could never work long-term, right? Let's just... have our fun and forget about all this relationship nonsense, okay?"

Ouch, that stung a little.

You brought your hand down and ran a digit over her folds when she finished her little monologue, slowly pushing your middle finger inside, dragging it in and out. Her back arched a bit off the bed, she was so wet already.

"Does he fuck you better than me?" you smirked to yourself as you added your ring finger into her hole, picking up the pace with your thrusting and sucking her clit harshly.

"Huh?" she lifted her head off the pillows a bit, shocked by your question. But her words were failing her as you continued to suck her pussy. Any attempt at speaking turned to moans and incoherent babbles.

You detached your lips from her and curved your fingers upwards, hitting her sweet spot with every insert. "Come on, tell me. Is that what it is? Is that why you stay with him?"

You laughed under your breathe at her failed attempt to respond, flicking your tongue over her clit a few more times. "Does he make you feel this good?"

Her moans increased the more you went on, you could tell she was getting close. Her body was squirming under your touch, silently begging for more. "Use your words, Bree."

She huffed in response, she both loved and hated that condescending tone you used in moments like this. You didn't let up though, your movements slowed drastically as you waited for her to say something, grinning the entire time.

Bree sighed, "No..." she barely got out, still fidgeting and moaning like crazy.

"No... what?" you teased again, sliding your tongue ever-so-slowly between her folds as you kept dragging your fingers out at an agonizing pace.

"No, he... doesn't touch me better than you do."

Chuckling at her weak voice, you decided that was good enough. "That's right."

Without any warning, your movements ramped up, fucking her hard with two fingers and swirling your tongue around her clit. She was gasping for breath under you and closing her thighs around your head.

After a few moments longer, she let a few particularly loud moans out before coating your face and hands in her orgasm. You let her come down from her high, removing your fingers and sucking the clear liquid clean off.

Her chest was still heaving as you sat up, reaching for a towel and wiping down your face.

Maybe you should have jealous, angry sex more often?

[little-peril-stories]

The Queen of Lies: Trust and Treachery

Story Intro | Content Warnings | Mood Board | Vibey Song Lyrics | Ao3

Contents: police, lady whump (sort of, ish, not exactly but ????), guy whump, guns (drawn but not fired)

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Word count: 4100 || Approx reading time: 17 mins

Trust and Treachery

Teaser: “I’m serious. They’re still looking for her. Isn’t anyone going to talk about that? Or am I the only one who’s worried?”

The tales were told over endless cups of tea, as night fell and deepened to the blues and purples of midnight: Will’s time in prison, including details Bree herself had not heard and which made her eyes fill with tears; Bree’s side of the story, and how she had run away from Baden and taken Will with her; Colette’s summary of her time spent in a “safe place” about which she gave no further information; and Jamie Wardrew’s account of shutting down all Iustitia aecum operations and hiding out with the mostly silent other man, who was called Geoff. They had reunited with Colette once word got out that a thief had mysteriously escaped from prison—and posters with Will’s face on them appeared all over the city.

“You idiots should have skipped town fucking weeks ago,” Will said more than once, but there was no vehemence in his words. In fact, he was almost glowing. For most of the conversation, he twitched, bounced, and shifted in his seat, incapable of sitting still—except for his hand, which, despite how often he pulled it away to talk animatedly, always came back to rest upon Bree’s.

Now, his thumb stroked the back of her hand in a gentle, comforting rhythm. “You doing all right?” he murmured in her ear when the others were distracted.

Bree hummed a confirmation that she was, but exhaustion settled over her, brought on by the hours of talking and digging up of painful memories.

Oh—and the residual worries, of course, about when the inner circle of Iustitia aecum would come to their senses and throw her out. After all, what kind of woman would marry a man like Baden Hatchett? And how could she ever be trusted?

“You sure you’re okay?” Will asked.

“I’m just tired,” she told him, and he squeezed her hand.

“Don’t look so worried,” he said. “Everything’s okay.”

But alongside the joy of the reunion, a heaviness clung to the air, and when she glanced at the others, she found that they would not meet her gaze.

***

The next morning, waking in a bed that seemed emptier and colder than it should have, Bree found that Will was not beside her. She could hear him, though—one of several voices that drifted in from the kitchen, hushed and serious.

Frowning, she sat up, trying to catch what was being whispered into the stillness of the early morning.

“Gotta decide what to…”

“If we start up again…”

Bree slipped out of the bed, stifling a gasp at the bite of the cold floor against her bare feet. At the door, which Will had left ajar—had he snuck out, trying not to wake her?—she paused, nudging it slightly to let in more sound.

“I’m serious. They’re still looking for her. Isn’t anyone going to talk about that? Or am I the only one who’s worried?”

Dread, barbed and brutal, tore through Bree’s chest. They weren’t merely talking about IA business. They were talking about her.

“Colette,” Will’s voice said stiffly, his earlier elation gone, “she doesn’t want to go b—”

“Stop twisting my words. I didn’t say she wants to go back. But if they find her, they find us. You can’t tell me it didn’t cross your mind, too.”

“Okay, fine, it did, but—”

Bree closed her eyes. Was that the reason he’d held out so long before giving his name? Fear that her very presence would lead Baden right to him—and that she would buckle under pressure and reveal his name to the entire constabulary? Destroy everything he’d suffered so keenly to conceal with a single witless utterance?

“I mean,” Colette went on, “does anyone else really believe that mad constable’s just going to give up? He’s insane.”

Silence met her words.

“I didn’t think so.” How could she sound so fearless? How could her words be so calm, so steeped in cool, unshakeable logic? “I think you’d all better listen to me about this. Because I get it, we all want to get back to normal, get back to business, but as long as she’s around—”

The sound of a chair scraping against the floor made Bree jump. Furiously, Will snapped, “Don’t you even fucking think about saying what you’re about to say.”

“God, will you let me finish? I’m not arguing that we ditch her somewhere. She’s lovely. God knows how someone like her ended up with someone like him. And—just wait, for heaven’s sake! I’m not a monster. But we need a plan, and we need to make it now, because Hatchett wants you and her and as long as that’s true, we’re all in trouble.”

“She wouldn’t fuck us over like th—”

“Are you even listening? That’s not what I—”

Jamie’s quiet voice cut in. “Okay. Both of you. Shut up for a second.”

“Alpha, you know I’m right.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Will said, his voice acidic. Something warm flickered in Bree’s chest. Even with his brother speaking now, he was standing up for her. “We know. You’re always right. You’re so fucking smart—”

“Will!” Jamie snapped. “Shut the fuck up. Listen, for once.”

“You’re taking her side?”

“I’m not taking sides,” Jamie said tightly. “She—”

Too loudly—enough that if Bree hadn’t already been awake, she would have been jolted out of a dead sleep—Will said, “If you say she has to go, we’re about to have a big problem.”

“Just—”

“She has nowhere else to go,” he said. “Her parents are dead, too. And she can’t go back to Hatchett. She can’t. I’ll fucking die before I let that happen.”

Barely audible, some of the coldness faded from her voice, Colette said, “Oh, Will.”

Bree pressed her hands to her mouth, her heart trying to tear itself free of her very chest.

“And I—I—”

Neither his brother nor his friend interrupted, yet Will’s voice trailed off, the thought unfinished.

Geoff grunted, “You what?”

“I just can’t do that to her, all right?”

Did he mean it? Every word? He did, didn’t he? He wouldn’t let her go back to Baden, even if it meant going against the family he’d only just found again.

“Okay,” Jamie said. A mere breath after him, Colette said the same. “Okay. It’s not going to come to that. But let’s make a contingency plan, all right?”

Will mumbled, “The fuck is a contingency?”

“A just-in-case plan,” Colette said quietly.

“Just in case of what?”

Bree’s throat tightened again as Colette responded, “Just in case things go sideways. In case he catches up with her.” She paused. “With us.”

Jamie, from the sound of it, continued, but Bree silently pushed the door closed again and backed away on trembling legs. Her heart pounded as she went over the conversation—the argument—the inner circle of Iustitia aecum had just had about her.

For a few painful seconds, tears prickled behind her eyes. No matter where she went, she was never good enough. Breanna certainly hadn’t been. Now, it seemed that Bree was not, either—not for her own failings, but for the peril she brought in her wake.

No.

She swallowed her tears and took a breath. So Colette and Jamie were wary. Weren’t they right to be? But Colette had said it herself—it wasn’t Bree she didn’t trust. It was Baden.

But Will trusted her. Even if the others were reserving their confidence for now, he had faith in her. And he was willing to go against the others to prove it.

So, there was only one thing to do. She was going to have to prove it, too. That she belonged here. The she was one of them. That she deserved every ounce of that hard-won faith.

***

Of course, proving herself to IA was easier said than done. Bree opted not to mention what she had overheard, and Will didn’t bring it up, either. In this, she was almost relieved; he was spared the unenviable task of admitting that he’d been talking about her when he thought she couldn’t hear, and she was spared the indignity of facing everyone else’s mistrust head-on. No, she decided, it was much better to carry on as if she were none the wiser, and do what she could to weave herself into the delicate IA web.

Evenings, she determined promptly, provided ripe opportunity to find common ground with the others—particularly Colette and Jamie, who seemed to be the ones who had filled the bookshelves until they bowed in the middle. It was when the fire burned hottest and brightest; when everyone gathered without speaking of gangs or thievery; when she could read amid the soothing sound of crackling embers. The threadbare chairs did not provide nearly enough room for everyone to fit, but sitting on the floor with her book made Bree feel like a child again. Will, pressed against her side, didn’t seem to mind, either, and that made it all the sweeter.

Tonight, in a move that made everyone else’s jaws drop, Will was thumbing through Romeo and Juliet, which Bree had finished reading. He wasn’t reading it in earnest, however.

“The hell does this all mean?” he asked, cackling to himself. “You trying to tell me any of this makes sense to you?”

Bree blinked herself out of her current book and looked up to meet his amused gaze and unimpressed smirk. “It’s an old story. Once you know what to expect, it makes sense.”

But Will just shook his head, dictating lines he found perplexing or droll. “‘Such comfort as do lusty young men feel…’” He burst into a laugh and, reading on, found another that had him howling. “‘An open-arse, thou a poperin pear…’ What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“You would find all the rude bits,” said Colette with a roll of her eyes.

“‘Some consequence,’” he went on, ignoring her save for a grin, “‘yet hanging in the stars, shall bitterly begin…’ Well, he sure sounds happy, doesn’t he? ‘Give me my Romeo, and when I shall die, take him and cut him out in little stars…’ No one else thinks that’s a weird thing to want? No? Just me? All right. ‘I have an ill-divining soul…’” He scoffed and pushed it away. “Why can’t he just write like a normal person?”

Shaking her head, Colette asked wryly, “That’s your expert literary opinion, is it?”

“Pretty sure you’d find most reasonable people would agree with me.”

“I rather think you’d find,” she shot back, “that most intelligent people would not.”

Will snatched a cushion right out from behind Jamie’s back, eliciting a surprised yelp, and threw it at her head, howling with laughter when it struck its target squarely.

And grunting a loud, “Ow!” when she hurled it back at him.

“Leave her alone,” Bree said, laughing, laying a hand on his arm to prevent him from launching another attack. “Maybe you should try reading it. Who knows? You might end up liking it.” She paused. “Though it is very sad.”

“Right. It’d take me a month just to get through the first chapter.”

“It has acts and scenes,” Bree said, pointing to the heading on the page. “Not chapters.”

“See? I’m already hopeless.” But he didn’t look hopeless or even terribly annoyed as he closed the book and peeked over at Bree’s. “Can’t believe you finished it in a few days. What are you reading now?”

Bree showed him the cover, and Colette, peering at it, too, piped up again. “Oh, you found my Ovid.” She heaved a long, dramatic sigh. “It’s nice to have another intellectual around for once.”

Biting her lip, Bree tried not to look too satisfied with this remark.

Will brandished the cushion again, prompting his brother to take it out of his hands and return it to its previous place, supporting his back. With his physical ammunition confiscated, Will merely said, “You’re fucking hilarious, Colette.”

“I just finished the story of Orpheus and Eurydice,” Bree said to her, talking over him.

Geoff and Jamie had been watching in silence, the former quite apathetic toward the topic of fine literature and the latter baffled that Will was engaging with it at all. Now, his long-suffering-elder-brother expression changed from faint amusement to outright hilarity when Will demanded with a groan, “What the hell kind of names are those, now?”

Rubbing his face, Jamie answered, “It’s a myth, Will. Ancient Greek.” He looked over at Bree almost apologetically. “I really tried, you know. He used to sneak away instead of going to school. You think this guy ever did anything he was told?”

Throwing his brother an obscene gesture, Will just asked, “What’s it about?”

Bree was about to answer, but Colette said, utterly straight-faced, “It’s about an idiot who can’t follow simple instructions.”

The group burst into gleeful laughter, celebrating how Will had set himself up for the joke. Bree took his hand.

“No, it isn’t,” she told him. “It’s about how love is sometimes stronger than reason.”

With another vulgar gesture at the others, Will leaned toward her and laid a kiss right on her lips. Bree blushed, but there were no huffs of disapproval, suspicious glares, or scandalized gasps. Instead, teasing whoops spread through the room.

“You give her one of those bite marks in front of me, and I’ll smother you in your sleep,” Colette said primly as the titters faded, and Jamie choked on his tea.

“Oh, shut up,” Will said, and even though even his face flooded as red as Bree’s, he nearly fell to the floor with laughter.

Maybe, Bree thought with a smile, winning over Iustitia aecum wouldn’t be as difficult as she thought.

***

“You know, I’ve never seen him care about any of Colette’s books before.”

Bree jumped and stifled a squeak at the sudden voice behind her. She’d offered to fetch some water from the well, and she’d been quietly humming to herself—certainly not expecting anyone to overhear her less-than-impressive musical talents—so the appearance of Will’s brother was not one she was prepared for.

“Sorry,” Jamie said, smiling a little ruefully upon seeing that she was startled. “I didn’t mean to sneak up on you.”

“It’s all right.” She resisted the urge to press a hand against her pounding heart, figuring she already seemed jumpy enough to his eyes—jumpy, silly, and in over her head. “I didn’t hear you walking up.”

Jamie’s laugh, to her ears, was sardonic and abrupt—almost uncomfortable. “Well. We’ve had some practice in being stealthy over the years.” He nodded at her arm, free of bandages now but still marred by an unsightly scab she suspected might leave a scar. “You need some help?”

 “Did Will send you?” she asked charily.

“No, actually.” He took the full bucket from her hand and replaced it with the empty one he had brought with him. “We can share the job. I’ll carry two back, you carry one.”

“Thank you,” she said, uncertain of where to go from there as she filled the last bucket. Was he going to be the one to confront her? Bring up Colette’s fears? Demand proof of her loyalty to the Iustitia aecum creed?

“Will didn’t send me after you,” Jamie said. “I wanted to say…” A strange look crossed his face—a happy one, but mixed with sadness, too, and perhaps even a touch of bemusement. “I’ve never heard Will…I don’t know, ask questions like that before. About books, I mean. Like he actually cared.”

A warm glow blossomed in Bree’s chest. “Really?”

“Definitely not.” He leaned against the side of the well, eyes fixed on the cloudy sky. “You know, I was… When we didn’t know what had happened to him, all I could do was hope we’d find him again. And I knew if we did, he might be different.” He laughed. “I didn’t think that this was the kind of different we’d be getting.”

Bree’s eyes burned with uninvited but admittedly gratified—and somewhat triumphant—tears. “Is that…” She swallowed. “That’s a good thing, right?”

He glanced at her now, seeming to notice the shine in her eyes, though he did not mention it. “I think so.”

Bree turned her face away for a moment to blink away the sting.

“You look familiar.”

Almost automatically, she said, “Well, maybe you saw me about town with Baden,” although now that he mentioned it, there was something about his face, hailing from a time long ago—more than just his striking resemblance to Will.

He clenched his jaw. “I can tell you for sure that I have never once been close enough to that fucker at any moment to see your face that well.” The flat hatred in his voice made a shiver run down her spine.

“Um…” Eager to move on from that thought, Bree said, “Perhaps before that? School, maybe?”

But he shook his head—the age difference was a bit too big, they determined, and he had likely already been working by the time she was in the schoolhouse, too poor for a governess.

“My maiden name is Cooper,” she said, thinking back and racking her brain for the answer, and as his expression changed to astonishment, the image struck her, too: a quiet boy with threadbare clothes, wind-chapped cheeks, and tired eyes—a boy she’d never seen again after a fateful winter’s day.

Or so she’d thought.

“James,” she gasped at the same time he said, “Cooper.”

“You worked for us!”

“Your dad’s a huge prick.”

Well, there was no denying that. “He was. He’s dead now.” She gazed at the man in front of her. Was it really him? The boy from that day?

The day her father had turned out all the servants, every single one—and one boy had fought back.

She hadn’t thought of him in years. It was painful to remember, those early days of her father’s broken business, his rage, his humiliation. That day in particular was one she preferred not to recall. All those people, thrown out in the bitter winter, hopeless and weeping and cold...

But a boy called James had tried so hard to stand up for them, shouting and railing, demanding some semblance of justice for the servants who were losing their livelihoods. As he always had, to everything and everyone, Silas Cooper had responded with violence—beat him and hurled him out, right into a snowdrift.

“He was horrible to you,” she whispered. “I’m—I’m so sorry—”

“You ran out,” he said, and she nodded. Bree had raced outside, determined to stay her father’s hand, and wound up with a handprint on her cheek. “I remember that. You…” He paused. “Thanks.”

Reeling at the revelation that her story and Will’s had been threaded together for so much longer than either of them had known, she pushed up her sleeves, close to sweating from exertion and awe. “I…I can’t believe it.”

“No,” Jamie said, equally stunned. “It’s a damn small world.”

They stared at one another a few moments more, Bree fitting his careworn face over the time-misted features of a sixteen-year-old boy with fire in his eyes—the same fire she had seen blazing in Will’s so many times before.

Suddenly, those eyes widened.

“Breanna?”

It took Bree a moment to realize that it was not Jamie calling to her—nor would that be the name he would use even if he was.

Gasping, Bree spun around, letting the bucket slip from her hands and spilling frigid water over her boots.

“Curt,” she whispered. The wonder of the moment, blazing hot and beautiful, vanished; every ounce of it sucked away, leaving nothing behind but cold, scouring dread.

He flew forward, so fast she only managed a panicked step backwards before he reached her. “It’s you.” Hands on her arms, pinching tightly. Eyes wide. Voice rasping. “God, Breanna—” Grip tight. Too tight. “We’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

“Please let go,” she said, half-dizzy. Frantic thoughts spilled through her mind, melting into the noisy, discordant symphony of Curt’s voice, rapid hoofbeats, and distant thunder. No. This can’t be. “I’m…”

But he was talking, clinging tight, talking, talking, talking, gesturing to the officers behind him. “Quick! Go get…” Not happening. This couldn’t be real. But he was holding her hand, lifting it, examining the scab on her arm. “Breanna, what happened to you?”

“Nothing!” He can’t be here. She tried to wrench herself free. She had to get free. Where was he sending that other constable? “Curt, you’re hurting me.”

Where’s Will?

What if—

“Don’t move!”

Bree froze her struggles, but the order was not for her.

“Who are you?” Curt demanded, his eyes on Jamie. “Breanna, is he with—is he with them? Is he keeping you here against your will?”

“No!” Bree tried again to pull away. Still, he wouldn’t let go. Why wouldn’t he let her go? “Curt, leave him. Please. He didn’t—”

“You’re hurt.” Curt’s voice was dark, his gaze flicking between her arm and Jamie’s frozen form. “That miserable bastard hurt you. The one who got out.”

“No,” she said. “Listen, please, Curt, he didn’t. He didn’t. Let me go, and—and—leave him, Curt, please. Please—”

But Curt was only half-listening, it seemed; he was no longer even looking at her, and when he spoke, he merely repeated, “He didn’t let you go and leave.” With his gaze trained on Jamie’s, he stared, slow recognition leaching into his face. Realizing he had seen those features before. Realizing who else that ruddy hair and those strangely hued eyes belonged to.

Forming his own twisted narrative from the face he saw before him and the cry for help he thought he’d heard.

He cursed softly, and Bree cried his name, desperate for him to look anywhere but at Jamie’s face.

“What did they do to you?” he hissed.

“Nothing!”

“You’re lying to me,” said Curt furiously. “Again. After everything. Aren’t you? That bastard is here somewhere. I know he is. Who is that—his bloody twin?” Finally, he looked back at her. “Where is he?”

Don’t look, don’t look, don’t look, don’t…

If she looked back at the townhouse, if she gave away the headquarters of Iustitia aecum, then it was all over—when it had barely even begun.

Don’t look back.

But she did.

She did, just in time to see a figure with red-brown hair fling open the door and start to run before a pair of brawny arms grabbed hold and yanked him out of sight.

Two furiously screamed names escaped before Will’s voice faded into strangled silence.

“Bree! Jamie! N—”

“That way,” Curt said, following her gaze. Following Will’s cry. One of his fellow constables hastened toward the townhouse, boots clicking maddeningly along the street.

And then he jerked his head toward Jamie and said, “Arrest him.”

Something shattered.

Perhaps it was the sound of Will’s voice being cut off. Perhaps it was the sight of that constable bolting toward the townhouse, all because her treacherous eyes could not do as they were told. Perhaps it was the cold fury in Curtis Lenton’s voice. Perhaps it was the way Jamie Wardrew did not move a muscle.

“No!” She thrashed against Curt’s grasp, and in his shock, he let go. “Curt, for the love of god, don’t do this, please!”

She made it three steps away from him before he captured her again.

“Why are you fighting me?” he asked as she pounded her fists against him. “Breanna—please! I’m here to help you! I’m going to get you away from these people!”

Tears, heavier and hotter and more painful than any she had ever shed in her life, blurred her vision. Her limbs trembled and, after a moment, gave out, for Curt did not listen. And he did not let go.

“Hey!”

All the officers froze.

“There’s no one there,” Jamie said. His words were calm. He had not run, and he still did not, even as the third officer approached him with his revolver drawn. But his arms, held in the air, trembled.

For one of them had the sleeve pulled up—baring the Iustitia aecum sigil for the constables to see.

“You’re too late,” Jamie said. “They’re already gone. You won’t find anyone else.”

Lies, Bree thought dizzily. A distraction to confuse them? Slow them down?

“Who are you?” Curt snarled again. “Where is the thief who escaped?” To the one he’d sent to the townhouse, he repeated the order to go, and the man obeyed.

“Forget him. He’s gone.” Jamie looked away from Curt’s glare to stare into the barrel of the other constable’s gun. His gaze met Bree’s for only an instant when the man reached him and wrenched his hands behind his back. “I’m the one who’s in charge of Iustitia aecum. I’m the one you want.”

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like...it's very dated in the very best way.

I’m watching Tell Me Lies on Hulu and the way some of it just transmit directly back to college is wild. I went to college a few years after the story takes place but the music and everyone having a blackberry just really takes me back.

[heavensickness]

Some thoughts about the LIs & their living conditions:

Kuras: Only homeowner with an actual, permanent space to live in. I think he would have a living space connected to his clinic, maybe upstairs? He probably doesn't need to eat but he has to afford other important things such as medical supplies, clothes etc. but being the angel he (literally) is, he doesn't charge his patients. So how he makes a living? 1) We know that he does some "work" with Leander, so he maybe gets Leander to acquire medical supplies for him. 2) Scamming the Senobium people. I love that chaotic man

Mhin: Only one who has a profession that they actually make a living out of. They get their paychecks & leave. Attracted to men, women and the bag. Call them biflexual. They probably stay at inns without a permanent place to go. Maybe Leander also helped and offered them a room at the Wick when they first arrived Eridia, but they left the moment they got some coins. Can you imagine staying in a room every night listening to bar brawling & Leander getting head from someone random. I would go insane

Leander: I have thousands of different theories about this man, I can't count them all here. Only thing I am sure about is that he is living in the Wick, aka occupying a room there for an indefinite time being. How does he make a living? W̵̫̣̻̲͂̍̈́̀̂̀̏o̷̜̗̣̳͚̘̓̇̐̄̏u̷̺͕̘̬̭̰͑̀̑̓̃͊̋͘͘l̵̦̫͗͐̊̔̅̾̕͘͝͠͠d̷̳̦̩̫͙̱͉͓̜̱̞̝̬̐̓ͅņ̶̛̫͕̦̯͎͓͍̠̝̼̼͊͠'̶̯̹͍̹̳͈̬͕̔̀͛ţ̵͙̖̳̳̗̠̪̭̹̑̿͊̏̈͛͠͝͠ ̷͎͔͕͎͍̱͖̞̲̣͍̊̋̉́̔̔̄̈́̅͊̂͝y̵͖͚̣͎̳̓͂̈̾̿͋̎̾͊́͘̕͘ờ̶̝͍̰̤͎͓̼͕̏̀̅̽̓̀̇̉̅̈́͋̄ͅu̴̯̳̾ ̵̼̣̙̐̓̄̊̈́̄͌̒̇̓̽͌̇̊l̵̨͇̬͉̳̓ͅi̷̬͈̜͉̳̯̻̲͗͋͑̉̈́ķ̴͍̪̲̝͎͓͗è̸͕̹͕̹̙̹͓ ̷̛͙̳͙̭̙̋̎̌ͅt̸̖̫̫̪̜̲̤̹̫̤͎̲̄͆͂̋́̈͑͑͂̃̄̔̀͜o̶͖̯̱̙̗͎̘̬͚̩̯̜̲͋́̃̎̈́́̄̌͑̈́͊̕̚͠͝ ̷̛͔͕̣̗̟͕̦̺̬̪̙͔̊̈́̓̿̐͐͠͝k̶̠̘̗̘̜̻̝̓̈̈́̐̈́̒̀̿̒̿͘̚n̷̛̳̜̭͔̦͎͖̠̥̯̳̈̈́͂͛͌̄́́͌́̈́̂̚ͅo̴̢̡̝̼͓̓̈̈́̍͒̿̽̂͋̈́̀́̑͋̕ẅ̷̤͕͇̳̰͔̬̲̒́̇̈́̌̒͐̕͠͠?̷͓͉͓͋̿͆̓̆̋́̕͝

Ais: This man is just squatting at the Seaspring temple. He said finders keepers. He can avoid paying taxes though, so good for him. His interior includes 2 pillows (one chewed off by a Soulless and is covered in saliva), 2 blankets, a kettle, and a ridiculously classy teacup set. Who knows where he got it from. You know the sight when you would go to a guy's bachelor house while in university? That's the picture. This is why Vere never goes over to his place, because he can't stand the smell of BROKE (and wet dog fur). Where does he get money? Uhhh robbing the people he beat the shit out of? Let me know if you have any other solid theory on this topic bc this man isn't making any coins.

Vere: Ahh yes, my favorite classy bitch. His outfit costs more than your annual income. He hangs out in the Hightown, goes to operas, knows everything about expensive wine and champagne, and eats wagyu steak for dinner. How does he afford his lifestyle? I like to think that he buys or does anything he wants, and when it is time to pay he just tells people to add it on Senobium's tab. Tf Senobium people are gonna do when they find out? Demand him to pay? When they are making him work like a hunting dog and definitely not paying him shit in return? They literally put this man on a LEASH. I hope Vere buys anything and everything his little heart desires. Second opinion would be a high class, aristocratic sugar mommy/daddy from Hightown. *Bree Runway voice* "Do you know what a girl like me cost?"

[deeply-unserious-fellow]

Things in Zombies Re-Animated that I can't stop thinking about/just stuck out to me Idk part 2, Electric Boogaloo:

The moonies are just werewolf periods

Like. They're literally just werewolf periods Idk what to tell you-

That's not like, a BAD thing, I just think fucking werewolf periods is a wild thing to introduce to the lore of this series lmao

On a similar note, I made a whole separate post abt this but I'm very confused by werewolf family dynamics I want more lore for that

WYATT'S A RACCOON NOW DON'T GET CLOSE HE'LL BITE

Bucky's very slight redesign in the Halloween special is so funny to me- he looks. So so tired. And yet he's wearing hot pink wolf ears. That dichotomy is very funny to me-

I keep getting the song Ashley was singing along to in Teeny Witch stuck in my head smh

Probably bcuz I keep rewatching Teeny Witch for the Dae content...

Guys I love Dae she's so silly

She's one of the first characters I've ever seen who's actively described by the promotional team as "shy and quirky" who isn't the most annoying person on the face of planet

And her dynamic with Bucky is so fun- genuinely amazing choice to pair them up

Wyatt has so much more personality in the show than he does in the movies. I think he's one of the characters that's def benefited the most from the tv show format

The gag about Addison being obsessed with label makers is so funny omfg

I also liked it when Addison went insane in the woods in the Halloween special that was really funny

Basically I just like that Addison keeps randomly losing her mind in this show I think its a good recurring bit

BACK ON THE SUBJECT OF THE HALLOWEEN SPECIAL- I think the writers forgot why the wolves were mad in the movies

"Sick of living in the woods" GIRL YOUR LIFE SOURCE IS LITERALLY DRAINING AS WE SPEAK I THINK THERE ARE BIGGER PROBLEMS AT HAND HERE

I'm also kinda disappointed that they're retconning Bucky being from Missy's side of the family. I think the idea of Bucky having some alien in him has a lot of potential, and I wish Re-Animated would capitalize on that.

The whole Paint it Blech episode was a fuckin MOOD

Also you can tell Meg Donelly was having so much fun voicing the lil stick figure guy lmao

I absolutely LOVE that we got a whole episode dedicated to Bree, Addison and Bucky omfg- we never actually got to see them working as a trio in the movies, since Bucky was like. The main antagonist in the first 2 and fucked off to hang out with the wolves in the 3rd. So I'm glad we're getting some of that here!

And since we ALSO got an episode dedicated to just the wolves, I hope we get one for the zombie trio in the future, too. We've gotten more of the 3 of them hanging out than we have of the main 3 cheerleaders, but it'd still be cool to get an episode on them :)

Unfortunately I don't think there's gonna be an alien trio episode... unless they decide to bring A-li and A-lan in for one episode and then send them back to the void with the 'aceys?

Which SPEAKING OF- I'm disappointed they fully replaced the 'aceys with just one guy...

Like I think I know WHY they aren't coming back, probably some combo of the writers not wanting to juggle 3 more recurring characters & the person in charge of budgeting not wanting to pay 3 more VAs, but it's still dissappointing

BRING BACK THE POLYCULE PLS I BEG

Also not to go into conspiracy theory mode... but Singular Acey seems really down bad for Bucky, and given that he's meant to fill the role of the aceys...

BACEY'S IS CANON IT'S CANON THEY'RE ALL DATING WOOOOOOO FUCK YEAH I WIN!!!!!!!!!!!!

(I am Delusional I am going Insane)

Bucky is unfortunately a mood-

I, too, am desperate for attention, annoying abt color theory to the point Ive gotten into fights about it, a lover of cool frogs, and won't stfu abt my pets

Wynter is also a mood but that's just cuz I have ADHD and she DEF has ADHD are you KIDDING ME-

Eliza making a version of the z-band to help Wynter focus actually really lends itself to the reading of z-bands as disability aids...

I think it's neat that Zed clearly still has strong oppinions abt the MLP rip off he watched as a kid. That is also a mood.

I'm starting to think that maybe everybody in this show is just a fuckin mood...

The depictions of siblings in this show, while not really a main focus, are really accurate lmfao

Also YES IM COUNTING ADDISON AND BUCKY FUCK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!

The interactions between Willa and Bucky in these episodes were all golden(even if they only interacted in like 2 of them-). I will never shut up abt how much I love them being friends.

It's funny how borderline photo realistic the Shrimpy model is

Okay that's it :)