#welcome home catalina

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She is done!

Tho I do need help making it offical...

LORE TIME:

When she was younger, her parents forced her to do a lot of the house chores. Taking care of her siblings. Cleaning. Making food. Doing the garden work. Feeding the animals. Whilst her parent's are off doing their work. If something was done incorrectly, or it wasn't done at all. Her parents would cut the flowers, which was on her back, leaving Catalina on the brink of death and extreme pain. Her siblings would try to stop them. But no matter how much blamed they (her siblings) put on themselves, nothing could stop their parents from harming Catalina.

At only 18 years old, Catalina had won the case over the custody of her siblings and had restrained orders on her parents. They would all move to a small place called Clayton. They spent at least 3 years together until Lilianna was able to take care of both Nano and Valentine.

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AAAAAAAAAAAA THIS IS DEFINITELY SOMETHING BARNABY WOULD GIFT CATALINA HSHSHSH THIS IS SO CUTE IM SO HAPPY IT SHOWED UP ON MY FYP 😭✨️💖💐

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BURN — DANTE TORRES: [Summer Writings]

A/N: Don’t fall over, yes this is a part two to one of my previous works which can be found here + we only saw a sprinkle of Mr. Bambi eyes since the last time I wrote the first piece because we clearly know who the show is catered to but we won’t go too deep on that lol.

🏷️: @darqchilddaydreamz

WARNINGS: Dante taking his job seriously, slight crossover with other shows such as: Chicago fire (character mentioned at best) + Abbott Elementary, language, she/reader now has a name for story purposes, mentions of addiction, mental health and drugs, slight plot with references to the final episodes of this last season, and me bringing you nothing but angst!

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June’s air is a great contrast to what March once was. She can smell the grilling of food in the warm breeze as her face is turned towards the open passenger window and…shes hesitant. Which is a foreign feeling but it demanded to be felt. She can hear the squeal of laughter from children as they patter down the sidewalks, simply being children and that makes her heart swell to see they that still had their innocence.

There’s a mixture of Reggaeton and 2000’s r&b playing on different sides of the block and she’s reminiscent to many summer days on this same street as a teen, no JLO. Her fingertips are resting on the door handle, staring at the brick home and she knows she’s always welcome but things have been different since that night. It’s not like Dante would ever be nonexistent in her life, there was no timeline where she could imagine that happening but life really happened since then.

Dante went off and dug deeper into his case so communication was a bit tougher until it was all over. The only way she knew that was mainly from Momma Catalina who had called to chat with her, wondering when she was going to stop by (since the older woman missed her son’s friend’s pretty face—her words) and have dinner with the both of them soon because she also liked hearing the praises on her go to dish: Jocón from the younger woman. She also knew Dante’s case was over because the texts weren’t just a simple sentence and he would incorporate voice notes like he used to do. Yet the friends made no plans to come around despite being on each other’s minds. However she kept busy, like she always did when Dante got caught up in a case and she was a working woman herself, so she also knew how to keep her head on what she strived to do in life.

They were still parallel even if they weren’t face to face.

Now she has a case of her own, being brought in and working with forensics to figure out this new fatal strand that’s been killing kids as young as being in their preteens and may or may not have a connection to a serial killer as well. She already guessed that it did before a certain someone got in contact with her. It was heavy work and not typically the field she worked close with in years—since triggers were a thing—yet it was also the reason why she wanted to be a chemist. To make a loooong story short, she was to “blame” for her severely depressed mother’s addiction (granted her mother was now thirteen years sober) bringing opioids, unknowingly laced at the time, into the house with the intent to sell and also to try at just fourteen was the start of a lengthy journey. The reason she felt like she was to blame was her father not letting her forget it even now in her thirties. Which brings us to life in the now, being a “know-it-all,” chemist who always felt like she had a lot to prove.

Normally she did the basic boring tasks working with businesses and ensuring that their products were deemed safe for consumers rather than another serious level of crimes like murder, however she initially started out as a forensics chemist until she switched paths after it became too much on her mental. Her father felt that was a terrible decision, only thinking of the income rather than how that screwed with his daughter’s brain but she always learned how to take his words with a shard of glass. That’s right, glass. In spite of that anyone would be lying if they said she wasn’t one of the most well known in the city, going above and beyond—just behind the scenes now—to solve many cases. She preferred it that way, to herself, some may even say safe, being out of the way and she still got her thrill from figuring out what most couldn’t. And here she was over the last two weeks working this slowly building case, finding a balance of catering to her own self care by leaving the work solely behind at the lab and even engaging in a few more dates—just not with the salt and pepper haired SWAT member anymore.

Which didn’t turn sour, there was no need for that and she respected that Deacon also wanted to keep his mind on his work and his kids. He was still a good man in her eyes. Ultimately she knew that she didn’t see it working in the long run and that she didn’t have to take dating so seriously…at least that’s what she tried to tell herself.

“You seem stressed,” a voice says to her left, reminding her that she was in fact sitting beside another male that wasn’t her best friend, “you gotta roll that tension away, smell the lilacs, and then realize that there shouldn’t be any nerves right? You talk so highly about the guy…unless you want me come with?”

Immediately her eyes widen and she’s shaking her head, although the brunette means well she tells him, “no…I appreciate it though, Manny. it’s just the caffeine wearing off I guess. I’ll only be five to ten minutes tops, I need to get back home anyway and into a eucalyptus bath.”

Manny raises his brows, “a bath you say? You do know that it’s eighty degrees out here right?”

It was the woman’s turn to raise her own brows, silently challenging the man who breathes out a laugh with his signature wicked grin.

“Alright, alright.” Manny’s hands are raised in surrender, “I’m sensing hot showers are a thing too all year around? Which I don’t get if summer is here but if that’s your thing then I’ll accept it.”

“As you should.”

“I do.” He places a large hand against his chest still grinning, “there’s no static on my end.”

“Oh you’re such an east coaster,” she playfully rolls her eyes, “but you’re kinda great.”

“That’s what they tell me.” He winks as he reaches over to give her shoulder a light squeeze, “you’ll be fine out there I don’t doubt it. Now go and celebrate your best friend’s birthday and don’t forget the two slices of cake.”

She leans against the outside of the door, frowning at the man who shakes his head, “yeah that would be too much, considering we haven’t even met, right?”

She gives him a small smile in response and a point before she spins on her heels, taking the short walk towards the Torres’ household. Dante didn’t have much family here in Chicago, most being spread all over the globe, leaving it to always be just Catalina and Dante. From as long as she’s known the mother and son, Momma Catalina was always on the phone having long distance calls with family members but they seemed to be missing in action when she was being beat on nearly every day.

Moving along the side of the house towards the music and charcoal, her hands are behind her back as she nervously makes her way to the backyard. She likes to say it’s the social anxiety rather than seeing Dante but perhaps it was a mixture of both. Most of the faces are probably neighbors but it’s a nice crowd as she instantly spots the buzzed man up ahead, dressed in a short sleeve white loose fitting button up v-neck, tattoos on his arms are on full display, along with the chain that sways from his neck as he dumps chunks of ice into a cooler that Upton is holding open for him.

“Whaaat? Who let you out the cage? I thought they kept experiments locked down, Coty.” The voice of Atwater pulls her gaze to the man who’s smirking down at her with a beer in one hand.

Coty scoffed although there’s a smile on her lips, “You always know how to give the most warmest welcomes, Kev.”

He laughs as he swoops in with a side hug, “Well I had to say something with you sneaking in here like you about to steal something and roll out.”

“Not my style.”

“Yeah, just like you not interacting with nobody.”

“I just got here!”

Kevin nods his head letting the woman have that one before adding, “and how long do you plan on staying?”

“I haven’t decided yet.”

His round eyes give her a look of disbelief while she shields her eyes from his stare. Laughing to himself he taps her arm, “well in that case, I won’t hold you any longer to go talk to your boy. Just as a fair warning to you, don’t touch that potato salad. Somebody made it and it got peas, carrots, and I think I even saw some apples all up in it.”

Tilting your head to the side you say, “…sounds like a Russian salad.”

“A what?” Kevin cups a hand over his ear although he’s sure he’s heard Coty correctly.

She just smiles at him, giving his arm a squeeze before she turns to make her way to Dante, who is not where she’s last seen him. Coty pauses, scanning the backyard again and sends a wave to Burgess and Ruzek who are sitting thigh to thigh on the picnic bench with a face full of smiles. They echo a wave back in Coty’s direction before some hands plop down on her forearms.

“Seraphina, mija! You made it.” Momma Catalina greets before sinking into Coty’s frame.

She was a tiny woman who still managed to have the kindest of hearts given what she’s been through. Coty grips the woman back in a sweet embrace before they’re eye to eye again.

“Of course! Had to see the best lady in town,” Coty tells the cedar brown haired woman with a blunt bob full of ringlets.

Her grin reaches her summer green eyes which mirrors her son’s as she almost bounced on her toes, “that’s right! Didn’t know it had to take you forever and a day to come see about me.”

“I’m sorry about that…”

She blows a raspberry, “no need to dwell on that because I already know and all is forgiven now that you’re here! Let’s get you something to eat so you can enjoy the party.”

“Oh no, Momma Cat. I can’t stay.”

Her usual soft stare darkens for a moment and it’s actually scary to witness when you irk this pocket full of sunshine’s nerves, “you will stay, eat, and dance. You are family. Then you and my son will fix whatever this bullshit is.”

“Dante and I are fine.” It sounded weak coming from Coty’s lips but she knew she couldn’t fool Catalina. Momma Cat was the first to see something special between her son and Seraphina (even before Séan) before they ever did so hearing this felt like a big insult.

That’s when the woman shifts in her slippers, fists digging into her hips as she peers up at the woman in front of her, “Seraphina! do not lie to me in my own home, mija. I will not have it and you will do as I say.” Catalina clapped her hands as if she was dusting off Coty’s worries, although this was only adding to it.

Coty felt like she was being scolded and her own mother wasn’t even here! Sure she was grown and didn’t have to take being yelled at but she would never disrespect Catalina, especially when she’s done so much for her growing up and when her own parents didn’t want to be bothered with her when she was up to no good.

“Ma…is everything okay?” Dante’s quiet tone could be heard over the music, along with his body heat from behind the pair.

Coty can feel the hairs on the back of her neck stand up just from Dante speaking and she’s been sweating since she got out of Manny’s car.

Catalina flashes a smile at her son, reaching to cup his face as Coty steps to the side for the two to have their moment, “Everything’s perfect! Your best gift is here so enjoy it.”

She whispers the last part to him with a wink while Dante just scoffs with a shake of his head as he watches his mother start to dance with a neighbor on her way by. He turns to face his old friend and let’s out a sigh, “see what you started? I was expecting the dancing to start the moment I woke up but you seem to always bring it out of her.”

Momma Catalina came from a background of dancers and it was a dream that became distant once she gave birth to Dante and knew that passion wouldn’t pay the bills. Dante’s birth father passed when he was around six so everything really fell onto Catalina’s shoulders and seemed to keep piling up.

She was never regretful over how her life played out but rather thankful that Dante chose her to show her how to truly love. There was never sadness in her words when she showed the stack of photos of herself in her younger years and her joy shined whenever she still broke out into a move. In the end, you do what you have to do for family.

“Me?” Coty points to herself innocently although she’s not really at fault this time, “Maybe you should check if the Aguardiente is still available.”

Dante nods in realization, “you’re right…that could be it. I’ve been running around since this thing started so who knows how much is left and it’s supposed to be my day.”

“I thought you loved birthday’s?” Coty’s response is sarcastic, knowing just how much Dante dreaded his birthday but was right with Catalina in honoring your special day around the sun.

The look Dante sends his friend makes her snort out some laughter, “We still have six more hours at least.”

Letting out a low whistle, she lightly grips his shoulder, “you still have six hours. I can disappear with ease.”

Dante groans, “you’ll take me with you, won’t you?”

His light green’s were pleading as Coty slipped an arm across his waist, leaning into his shoulder, “stop being a little turd, have some more drinks and you’ll get through it.”

Dante grumbles, “I’ll remember that when it’s your birthday.”

“Uh…i’m going to Vegas.”

“When did we decide that?”

Coty lifts her head from his shoulder, “You should have gone to France with all this we talk.”

“Nah, not my vibe.” He says before peering down at her, “…thanks for coming. I was beginning to lose my mind.”

“Why?” Coty questions as she looks around at all the faces in the backyard, “You had the team here with you at least.”

“Yeah…but that’s not the same and you know it.” He honestly says as his eyes begins to trace over Coty’s features.

She couldn’t stomach the way he was looking at her and it made her guess how many drinks he’s had himself this evening. The amount of tenderness and care in his green hues was the same reason why they were in a constant battle in the first place.

“How’s Gloria?” Flies out of her mouth before she can even comprehend it.

Dante sharply inhales at this, looking elsewhere in slight annoyance before shrugging, “gone.”

“Gone where?”

“Can’t discuss that with you, Nina.” The way he’s the only one that uses her name this way, is enough to let her know that he means business.

Mostly everyone calls her by her last name: Coty, which she preferred (he’s not everyone) but he’s firm in his stance—closing himself off to that part of him and that’s not like Dante. Sure he’s not this open book by any means but it’s not like he has a piece of him that she hasn’t seen. That particular piece was still there but reopened by someone like Gloria. Someone that could bring out his skeletons and glamorize it to match her own pain. Coty knew Gloria was not the answer to whatever it is Dante was looking for and now that Gloria was suddenly gone, it will hold a weight he was willing to carry on his back—that he shouldn’t have to—but Coty was not willing to help him with that.

She said that months ago and she still meant that shit. She never wanted to pay for someone else’s mistakes. Coty knew how to love Dante but he wouldn’t let her, not in that way.

Only Dante and Gloria know what they’ve been up to since they decided to fuck around.

And perhaps they found out.

“…who’s this?” Dante suddenly lifted his chin, stepping forward a bit as Coty stood to the side of him.

Her eyes follow his line of sight to see Manny, searching around the backyard for her. Once he found her, he smiles, waving a bit before he starts making his way over. She deeply sighs as Dante sends a look her way, silently questioning her before the brunette gets closer.

“Hey, Having fun?”

Coty molds her lips together while Manny looks back and forth between the two, either oblivious to the tension or trying this best to ignore it.

“Phina-Mena, you left something—

Manny starts but Dante cuts him off, “sorry man, who are you?”

“Oh! How rude of me.” He frees one of his hands, “I’m Manny, friend of Seraphina’s. And you must be Dante! I’ve heard good things about you so it’s nice to finally meet you, bro.”

‘Finally?’ He cautiously puts his hand out to shake Manny’s but his eyes are hot on Seraphina’s who shifts on her feet, lightly swaying from one foot to the other.

“Can’t say the same…Nina hasn’t mentioned you at all.”

“Oh well…don’t worry about it, y’all been busy.” Manny shrugs it off, not the least bit phased.

Dante nods his head and folds his arms, “right but…I’ve got time now. So you said you’re Manny. What do you do Manny?”

“I proudly work for the Philadelphia school district and I’m just here for a conference but it also doesn’t hurt that I get to hang out with Phina-Mena!” He boasts as he sends finger-guns at Seraphina while Dante finds his personality to be a lot.

And that was saying enough since Seraphina was mostly introverted and easily got exhausted around people…except for him.

Dante rounds off another inquiry, “where did you two meet?”

She huffs but Dante ignores her, awaiting all the information he can get.

Manny talks with his hands, “Down at that bar with the sticky floors along with one of the floorboards being this naturally strange color of purple that takes up a good portion of the place? My apologies, I forgot the name.”

That gets Dante frowning as he casts a glance over at Seraphina who’s chewing on her bottom lip now, “A bar? You’re not really a bar kinda woman.”

Manny shrugs his shoulders, “eh…people can surprise you.”

“Did you go alone…were you alone?” The second half of that question is directed at Seraphina and now she was getting agitated, this Dante could tell as she side eyed him.

Manny also gazed at the woman, picking up on the tension now. “You know my dad was an officer too so this is feelin’ a little too familiar for me.”

“Really, what precinct?”

“Dante, cut the shit.” Coty bites but the buzzed haired man just blinks not missing a beat.

“It’s only right I get to know your new friend since he already seems to know so much about me.”

“Well not everything…” Manny laughs, trying to ease the heaviness in the air but Dante’s not backing off.

Dante was suspicious and his guard had to be up so he redirects the conversation back, “so you said you two met at the bar…I’m assuming the Violet Branch?”

“Yeah,” Manny snaps with amazement crossing his bearded face, “that’s right! You know the place?”

Dante hardened his stare as he turns his head to Seraphina, “uh huh. That’s Sarge’s spot.”

Manny turns his eyes into slits, “sarge? As in sergeant. Oh was that the guy you were—

“Manny!” Coty interjects, “I think this interrogation is over. Why don’t you go mingle with the rest for a little, while I finish talking to the birthday boy.”

“No, No.” Dante shakes his head, “Let him finish, Nina.”

Manny’s eyes are moving back and forth between the two who are holding each other’s stare, “oh…I see what’s happening here. I’m doing that thing where I’m talking too much. I’m just gonna leave this…on that lovely gift table over there.”

And with that Manny swiftly points and drags himself to the left where most of the party goers are eating or dancing.

“He’s…interesting.” Dante’s stare lingers on the man who quickly strikes up a conversation with one of his nosy neighbors.

Coty scoffs, “the hell is your problem?”

“I don’t have one.”

“So you think it’s cool that you just grilled into my friend like that?”

“Is that really all he is? Because you didn’t tell me about him at all.” Dante’s jaw is tight, almost like he’s irritated with the woman for leaving this out over a few phone calls and then also bringing him here to his house with no type of heads up.

She attempts to reason with him, “We just started being somewhat normal again, Tay.”

“That didn’t stop you from telling me about things ending with Deacon.”

“You asked. I didn’t just bring him up.”

“I see so that was your way of what? Being fair by bringing up Gloria? Why bring her up if you know that topic bothers you so much?” Dante searched Coty’s eyes, trying to understand what she was doing and up to although his gut was telling him everything he needed to know.

Coty furrows her brows, “Because I’m being a good friend and checking in on you since you know? I can’t exactly do that when you’re undercover.”

Dante rubs at his jaw, “I can’t say I fully believe that. I feel like this was a tactic to get me riled up because I developed a relationship with Gloria—as if I don’t already know who you’ve been around since you’re that important to me. First it was Deacon, then it was that firefighter Jake Gibson, and now this Manny guy? It’s a game for you and I don’t want to play.”

Coty laughs in shock as Dante walks away from her, “are you fucking serious? And then you’re gonna walk away from me after that?”

“Yup.” Dante says over his shoulder as he makes his way back to the cooler.

Coty isn’t having that as she charges after him, watching as he squats and begins searching through the ice. She desperately tries to keep her voice leveled but she can feel her skin getting hot and her eyes beginning to burn out of frustration.

“I don’t even want to know how you know about Jake ghosting me—

Dante looks up at her, “he didn’t ghost you, he checked himself into rehab. Stop selling yourself short.”

Her mouth can’t help but to drop open at that.

“Dante.”

“Yes?”

“You can’t go searching up every guy that I might want to give a chance…I shouldn’t even have to tell you that,” her frown is so deep that it should be permanent for the rest of this conversation, “and I wouldn’t just bring a random stranger to your house. I told him to wait in the car but I left your gift.”

Dante snickers and drops his head with a shake of his head, “that’s no better, Nina! You don’t know him and I don’t know him.”

“Well I’m getting to because that’s my choice! He doesn’t even live here and you’re acting like this. And you don’t have the right to get upset with who I spend time with while you do whatever the hell you want anyway, clearly.” Coty crosses her arms while Dante is upright now.

His heat is radiating again as he stands in front of Coty, “I know.”

“You know?”

“Yes and I wish I could say I’m sorry, as if that’ll ever be enough when I know it’ll never be especially when you’re the one who said you’re not over me.”

“That was how many weeks ago? I didn’t think you’d still be worrying about what was said when who knows what you’ve been up to with Gloria. You say a relationship but judging by the fresh burn mark on your neck, tells me it’s been anything but loving.”

Dante exhales, “stop.”

“Stop what? Caring?”

“No, stop trying to tell me you told me so.”

“I wouldn’t gloat yet I’m not sure what it is exactly you want from me, as your friend?” Coty quizzed him, “To stay by your side and just continue accepting everything for what it is? I did that before and now look where we are.”

Dante blinks, trying to get his thoughts together.

“She was wrong from the start and you knew that. And that burn is enough to remind you of that forever.”

“And what about me huh? What about what I’ve done to you all these years, those scars I gave to you and you still stayed while she had to leave. You don’t think I’m not dealing with all that?”

That alone leaves Coty stunned.

To know Dante from his late preteen years all throughout many phases of their lives to this point now, was so much at times that Dante knew just how much it stung. He couldn’t give Coty what she wanted and not in the way she wanted because of his own issues. If it stung for him, he had to know that it burned for his dear friend Seraphina Coty. He tried to be alone, almost begged Coty to get out of his life by the time they were eighteen but there was a constant need for their souls to be intertwined.

It felt like bleeding internally when they were apart but somehow they were still functioning. It’s been a minute since that damp spring day but the earth never stopped spinning. When the good was present, it felt like a summer sunrise compared to a fire tornado the two of them could unleash.

“I—

Coty starts but stomps against the grass, catches both of the two’s attention, revealing Kevin who’s appears to be getting off his phone, “My fault for breaking this up but Voight needs us.”

“Now?” Dante asks, practically forcing his eye contact to his team member.

“Pronto.”

Dante dips his head, his hand going out to gently touch Coty’s elbow, “Looks like I have to go.”

Kevin glances between the two before adding, “Uh, he needs all of us. Including Coty.”

Dante’s widens his eyes at this news and this confirms what his gut was saying all along when Manny dropped the crumbs. Coty was about to get wrapped up in the same danger she warned him about. He couldn’t say what he felt in that moment since time was always of the essence but he’s aware that Coty saw the eruption in his eyes just then.

She sparked the flame that Dante didn’t want to spread.

He wasn’t sure how he could protect her after this. His blood was boiling in the passenger side of Kevin’s car and he wanted nothing more than to tell Kevin to pull the car over and to leave Coty on the side of the road, sending a ride to bring her back home and away from it all like she conditioned herself to be.

Dante knew Seraphina like the ink on his back and with her stare burning into the back of his neck, eyes probably focused on his new mark, he peered over his shoulder at her, meeting her view and was aware that she always finished what she started, whether he liked it or not.

“Happy birthday,” she mouths to him with a small smile but it’s anything but comforting.

The glare on Dante’s face is evident as he turns back to face the front with a roll of his eyes, rubbing at the tightness in his jaw once more while slouching down in the passenger seat.

June’s air is a great contrast to what March once was.

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-> Part Three!

[thecluelessdoctor]

coughs in cringe

Woah me making another TADC OC who would have guessed... (guys I promise this won't turn into me and welcome home where I make million OCs but only draw like one)

Anyway! This is Catalina. The AI that is primarily in the fair grounds.

she is based on that one cat chick from deltarune that I forgot the name of

Little catrat

I just realized how busty she is I hate myself

Hopeless romantic. Like me

This was supposed to look dramatic then I failed

Please reblog so we may be one step closer to world domination

[wa-royal-tea]

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(Transcript under the cut - Click Pics for HQ Version!)

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Ophelia Orphanage, Brindleton (12:45pm)

*sounds of children screaming and laughing in the background*

Jordyn: Princess! Princess! Look what I made for you!

Catalina: A drawing? For me? Thank you! That’s so sweet of you~

Director Gilbert: It is an honour to have you and the Crown Princess here, your highness. I’m sorry if the preparations aren’t as adequate.

Alfie: Nonsense! You have done more than enough to welcome us here.

Director Gilbert: It was nothing, sir. I’m just glad to see that the Princess seemed to enjoy playing with the children here.

Alfie: The children are lovely. It’s good to see that they’re being well taken care of. They already had to go through so much at such a young age.

Director Gilbert: We try our best. It’s all thanks to the donation that the Princess has given to us that the children get to live comfortably.

Alfie: Lina has always been fond of children. I’m happy that the donation she made has helped you all.

Director Gilbert: Indeed it has. The children love her for it.

Director Gilbert: She would be a great mother one day. Your future children will be lucky.

Alfie: Yes, they will.

Magnolia House, Holan (10:28pm)

Alfie (to the phone): I don’t think she minds if it’s not something grand. She’s not the type to like stuff like that.

*door opens and closes*

Alfie: Yeah, at home is probably the best. I did the same thing for Lina too. Because I knew that if I were to do it publicly, she’s going to reject me.

Catalina *thinking*: Who is he talking to?

Alfie: *laughs* Okay, good luck. I’m looking forward to the good news. Mhm, bye-bye.

Catalina: Why is my name mentioned in the call?

Alfie: It’s Rainier. He was asking about how I proposed to you.

Catalina: *gasps* Wait, what? Don’t tell me...

Alfie: Yeap. He’s proposing to Ginny soon.

Catalina: Oh my god! That’s great! Another wedding!

Alfie: It’s been a while since the last wedding in our family. It’s about time for another one.

Catalina: Time flies so fast. I can’t believe ours was two years ago. I still feel like it was yesterday.

Alfie: Mhm. Two years of just you and me.

Catalina: Alfie.

Alfie: Yes, sayang?

Catalina: I really enjoyed my time at the orphanage today. The kids were so adorable.

Alfie: I can see that. They really love you.

Catalina: Do you think...we should start trying, seriously, this time?

Alfie: For a baby?

Catalina: No, Alfie. A cat. Of course I’m talking about trying for a baby, dummy.

Alfie: You want to have my babies? Really?

Catalina: I’m tempted to say something snarky but yes, I want to have babies with you. A mini us.

Alfie: *laughs* Are you sure about this?

Catalina: Yes. Very sure. Let’s make a baby.

Alfie: I thought you’d never ask.

[bracketsoffear]

Mexican Gothic (Silvia Moreno-Garcia) "In 1950s Mexico City, beautiful young socialite Noemí Taboada receives a letter from her cousin Catalina, begging for help. She firmly believes that her English husband, Virgil Doyle, intends to poison her. Suspecting that Virgil may be after Catalina's money, Noemí's father, Leocadio, sends her to the Doyle home, High Place, which is located in the mountains outside of a small town named El Triunfo. Once there, Noemí is struck by the strange and unwelcoming atmosphere of the Doyles' house and the controlling and patronising attitude of its inhabitants. Catalina is proclaimed to be suffering from consumption and Noemí is mostly kept away from her cousin. Noemí spends her time learning about the Doyle family, which also includes Florence Doyle and the frail family patriarch, Howard. The family has a history of incestuous marriages and deep intergenerational traumas, such as one of Howard's daughters, Ruth, killing several family members before shooting herself."

SPOILERS BELOW CUT

Rappaccini's Daughter (Nathaniel Hawthorne) "Giovanni Guasconti, a young student renting a room in Padua, has a view from his quarters of a beautiful garden. Here, he looks at Beatrice, the beautiful daughter of Dr. Giacomo Rappaccini, a botanist who works in isolation. Beatrice is confined to the lush and locked gardens, which are filled with exotic poisonous plants grown by her father. Having fallen in love, Giovanni enters the garden and secretly meets with Beatrice a number of times, while ignoring his mentor, Professor Pietro Baglioni. Professor Baglioni is a rival of Dr. Rappaccini and he warns Giovanni that Rappaccini is devious and that he and his work (which involves using poison as medicine) should be avoided.

Giovanni notices Beatrice's strangely intimate relationship with the plants as well as the withering of fresh regular flowers and the death of an insect when exposed to her skin or breath. On one occasion, Beatrice embraces a plant in a way that she seems part of the plant itself; then she talks to the plant, "Give me thy breath, my sister, for I am faint with common air."

Giovanni eventually realizes that Beatrice, having been raised in the presence of poison, has developed an immunity to it and has become poisonous herself. A gentle touch of her hand leaves a purple print on his wrist. Beatrice urges Giovanni to look past her poisonous exterior and see her pure and innocent essence, creating great feelings of doubt and confusion in Giovanni.

In the end, Giovanni becomes poisonous himself: insects die when they come into contact with his breath. Giovanni is troubled by this, which he sees as a curse, and he blames Beatrice. Professor Baglioni gives him an antidote to cure Beatrice and free her from her father's cruel experiment. However, when Beatrice drinks the antidote, she becomes sick and dies. Before realizing that Beatrice is dying, Dr. Rappaccini excitedly welcomes the love between his two creatures, his daughter and her suitor, Giovanni, who has been transformed so that he can now be a true and worthy companion to Beatrice.

While Beatrice is dying, Professor Baglioni looks down from a window into the garden and triumphantly shouts "Rappaccini! Rappaccini! and is THIS the upshot of your experiment!""

When she begins to sleepwalk and experience strange dreams and visions, Noemí decides that she must leave the Doyle household, only to be told that she cannot leave. They reveal that Howard discovered a strain of mushroom that has a symbiotic relationship with humans. The Doyles use this fungus and remain at High Place, the house infused with the spores of the mushrooms, which has grown inside its walls and all around it, in order to heal themselves and prolong their lives. As the fungus's potency is lessened depending on the individual's genetics, the Doyles have intermarried in order to ensure that their offspring can also receive these benefits. Because it is interlaced with mycelium and infested with the mushroom's spores, the house can hold memories, which the family refers to as the "gloom". The spores can also help the Doyles control people who have inhaled them, which frightens Noemí. She grows more horrified, however, when she learns that Howard's wife Agnes was used as a sacrifice to grow the spores - and that Howard can use the gloom to take over the bodies of family members, which he's used to further preserve his own life.

[everyones-fangirl]

Delectable Little Pet

Warnings: 18+ This will be about after ascension Astarion so expect some extreme dark romance and future triggers.

Word Count: 3,919

Chapter 2

Cassara

My journey took me to where I learned most all roads in the West lead to: Baldur’s Gate. During my travels, I met someone willing to fill me in on the place’s history—a fiery redhead with a heart of gold named Catalina, though she preferred to be called Caty. She had chosen to leave her home to follow her dream of becoming a bard and proudly told me she already had a job lined up. Her confidence gave me pause; I hadn’t even considered how I would make money. I had no trades. I could heal, but was that even needed in a bustling city like Baldur’s Gate?

Caty and I continued our walk, the summer air filled mostly with her enthusiastic chatter about the city. I didn’t mind, as I was eager to learn about the place I would call home for now. She painted a vivid picture of Baldur’s Gate, describing it as the largest metropolis and city-state on the Sword Coast, within the greater Western Heartlands. It was a crowded city of commerce and opportunity, one of the most prosperous and influential merchant cities on the western coast of Faerûn. She explained that despite its long-standing presence as a neutral power, the leaders of Baldur's Gate were members of the Lords' Alliance of powers in the west. The city’s strong peace-keeping force, known as the Watch, along with the powerful Flaming Fists mercenary company, kept the city generally peaceful and safe. This sense of security allowed the Gate to maintain a tolerant and welcoming attitude towards outsiders, whether they were wealthy merchants, poor refugees, or, as it historically attracted, less-scrupulous individuals such as pirates and smugglers.

As we walked, I took in the sights and sounds of the outskirts of the city. The roads were bustling with travelers and merchants, their wagons laden with goods. The air was thick with the mingling scents of exotic spices, fresh produce, and the faint tang of sea salt from the nearby docks. We continued our way through Wyrm’s crossing before descending into the Lower City, the bustling heart of commerce and daily life. The streets here were a maze of narrow, winding alleys and broad avenues, teeming with activity at all hours. Cobblestones, worn smooth by countless feet and wagon wheels, glistened under the flickering light of lanterns hung from wrought iron brackets on the buildings. The buildings in the Lower City were a mishmash of architectural styles, their facades reflecting the city's long and storied history. Tall, narrow houses with steeply pitched roofs leaned precariously against each other, their upper stories jutting out over the street below. Wooden shutters, painted in bright but weathered colors, clattered in the breeze. Small shops and stalls lined the streets, their awnings flapping, and their goods spilling out into the thoroughfares.

The air was thick with a medley of scents—freshly baked bread from a nearby bakery, the sharp tang of sea salt from the docks, the earthy aroma of herbs and spices from a bustling market. Merchants hawked their wares loudly, their voices blending into a cacophony of sound that filled the streets. Shoppers haggled over prices, children darted through the crowds playing games, and street performers entertained with music and acrobatics, their performances adding a lively rhythm to the city's pulse.

The Lower City was a melting pot of cultures and races. Humans, dwarves, elves, halflings, and even the occasional tiefling mingled together, their different languages and dialects creating a vibrant tapestry of conversation. Many wore practical, everyday clothing suited to their trades, while others donned the distinctive garb of their homelands, adding splashes of color and variety to the scene. Despite the vibrant life of the Lower City, there was an undercurrent of tension and unease. In shadowy corners and down less-traveled alleys, figures lurked, their eyes watching the crowds with a predatory gleam. The Flaming Fists, the city's mercenary force, patrolled the streets, their presence a constant reminder of the city's need for order and protection. They moved with practiced ease, their armor gleaming in the lantern light, keeping a close eye on the proceedings and ready to step in at the first sign of trouble.

The docks of the Lower City were particularly lively, a chaotic hub of activity where goods from all over Faerûn were loaded and unloaded. Ships of various sizes and designs crowded the harbor, their masts swaying gently with the tide. Sailors shouted orders and curses as they worked, their movements a well-rehearsed dance of efficiency. Crates and barrels were stacked high, and the air was filled with the sounds of creaking wood, the splash of water against the hulls, and the calls of seabirds overhead. Caty led me through the maze of streets with practiced ease, pointing out notable landmarks as we went. The Wide, the largest market in the city, was a sprawling expanse of stalls and tents, offering everything from exotic spices to finely crafted jewelry. The smell of roasted meats and freshly baked pastries was nearly irresistible, and I made a mental note to explore it more thoroughly later.

We stopped in front of the Blushing Mermaid, a notorious tavern known for its rowdy clientele and frequent brawls. Its raucous laughter and off-key singing spilled out into the street, a sharp contrast to the more refined establishments we had seen in the Upper City. Yet, it had a certain charm, a rough-and-tumble spirit that was undeniably part of Baldur's Gate's character. I couldn't help but be both overwhelmed and fascinated by its energy. This was a place of endless possibilities, where fortunes could be made and lost in a single day. Despite the challenges and dangers, it was clear that Baldur's Gate was a city where one could truly start anew. And for the first time since leaving my village, I felt a flicker of hope that maybe, just maybe, I could find my place here.

Caty’s lively narration continued uninterrupted. She spoke of the sprawling markets where one could find anything from rare magical artifacts to the finest silks. She described the grandiose temples dedicated to various gods, each one a marvel of architecture and devotion. The taverns and inns sounded particularly enticing, places where stories were exchanged over mugs of ale and the music of bards like Caty filled the air. I found myself both excited and apprehensive. The city promised endless possibilities, but I was acutely aware of my lack of preparation. Caty’s words about having a job lined up gnawed at me. I had skills as a healer, but I doubted whether that would be enough in a place like Baldur’s Gate. My mind raced with thoughts of how I could make a living, how I could carve out a place for myself in this sprawling, vibrant city.

Caty finally stopped and turned to me, she was a striking figure easily catching the eye in any crowd. Her fiery red hair cascaded down her back in loose, wild waves, a vibrant contrast to her pale, freckled skin. The freckles dotted her cheeks and nose, adding a youthful charm to her otherwise ethereal appearance. Her pale blue eyes were her most captivating feature, often described as being as clear and deep as the summer sky. They held an intensity and warmth that made everyone she spoke to feel seen and understood. Standing taller than most elves, Caty had a slender yet strong build, her movements graceful and fluid, a testament to her elven heritage. She carried herself with an air of confidence and ease, her presence exuding both kindness and a hint of mischievousness. Her long, nimble fingers, calloused from years of playing the lute, moved effortlessly across the strings, creating melodies that seemed to flow directly from her heart.

Her attire was both practical and artistic, reflecting her dual nature as a wanderer and a performer. She wore a simple but elegantly cut tunic of deep green, adorned with intricate patterns of leaves and vines embroidered in silver thread, reminiscent of her woodland origins. Her trousers were sturdy leather, ideal for traveling, yet tailored to fit her form perfectly. Around her waist, she wore a wide, ornate belt with small pouches and trinkets attached, each one a memento from her travels. A lute, her constant companion, hung from a strap slung over her shoulder. The instrument was beautifully crafted, its polished wood gleaming in the light. Caty had decorated it with tiny, hand-painted designs of flowers and stars, making it uniquely hers. She often played it as she walked, her music a soothing accompaniment to her journey.

Despite her refined appearance, Caty was anything but aloof. She had an infectious laugh that bubbled up easily, and her smile was a beacon of warmth and friendliness. She had a natural ability to put people at ease, her voice soft and melodious, capable of conveying both empathy and exuberance. She was genuinely curious about the world and the people in it, always ready to lend an ear or a helping hand. Caty's personality was a blend of passionate determination and gentle compassion. She had left her home to pursue her dream of becoming a bard, a journey that required immense courage and resilience. Yet, she never let the hardships of the road dampen her spirit. She embraced each new experience with an open heart, finding joy in the smallest moments and beauty in the most unexpected places.

Her dream was not just to perform but to connect with others through her music, to share stories and emotions that transcended words. In every town and village she visited, she made friends easily, her songs weaving a tapestry of shared experiences and dreams. She believed in the power of music to heal and unite, a belief that drove her to keep moving forward, despite the challenges she faced. In the dim light of the Blushing Mermaid, with the sounds of laughter and music all around, Caty seemed to glow with an inner light.

"This is me," she said, her voice flitting from her mouth like the delicate wings of a butterfly. She gestured to the Blushing Mermaid, a lively building filled with light, laughter, and music. The sounds of clinking mugs and raucous singing spilled out into the night air, creating an inviting yet chaotic atmosphere.

I bit down on my lip as I watched her wave her hand toward the tavern. Caty seemed so nice, but I had learned many times on the road that people often took before they gave. My stomach flipped with anxiety, and I shouted out for her to stop. "I-I know you don’t owe me anything, but you are the first person to show me an ounce of kindness." My voice trembled as I let out a shaky breath. "I don’t have anywhere to go. No plan for a job or place to stay." My words trailed off, uncertainty gripping me. I didn't know what I was even expecting from her.

Caty paused, her gaze softening as she took in my desperation. The light from the tavern illuminated her face, casting a gentle glow on her features. She looked at me thoughtfully, her expression shifting from surprise to understanding. “Can you sing?” Her voice finally pierced the silence, gentle yet probing.

I blinked, taken aback by the question. Singing? It was something I had never considered. Back in my village, my voice had been reserved for healing chants and lullabies, not for entertainment. Yet, there was something about Caty's question that sparked a glimmer of hope. “I-I can try,” I stammered, feeling a mix of apprehension and curiosity.

Caty’s smile widened, and she extended a hand to me. “Come on, then. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

She led me into the Blushing Mermaid, the noise and energy enveloping us as we stepped inside. The tavern was a lively and inviting establishment, its interior bustling with energy and warmth. As soon as we stepped inside, we were enveloped by the rich, intoxicating aroma of roasted meats, freshly baked bread, and the faint, sweet scent of ale. The tavern was a sensory overload, a stark contrast to the quiet solitude of the forest I once called home. The main room was spacious but felt intimate, thanks to the low-hanging wooden beams and the soft, warm glow of lanterns suspended from the ceiling. These lanterns cast a golden light, illuminating the faces of the patrons and creating a cozy, almost magical atmosphere. The walls were paneled with dark, polished wood, adorned with an eclectic mix of decorations: old maps of Faerûn, intricately woven tapestries, and the occasional mounted animal head, trophies from long-forgotten hunts.

The heart of the tavern was its grand, circular bar, made from rich mahogany and polished to a high sheen. Behind it, shelves were lined with an impressive array of bottles, each filled with colorful and exotic liquids. The bartenders, efficient and friendly, moved with practiced ease, pouring drinks and engaging in lively banter with the customers. Large kegs of ale and barrels of wine were stacked nearby, ready to quench the thirst of the tavern's many visitors. Tables and chairs of various shapes and sizes were scattered throughout the room, each one occupied by groups of patrons engrossed in animated conversation or hearty laughter. The furniture was sturdy and well-worn, bearing the marks of countless evenings spent in good company. In one corner, a group of dwarves clinked their mugs together, their booming voices rising above the din. At another table, a pair of halflings shared a quiet, conspiratorial whisper, their eyes twinkling with mischief.

The stage, though small, was the focal point of the room. It was slightly elevated and framed by heavy, dark curtains that could be drawn closed when performances were not underway. Tonight, the stage was bathed in soft light, and a bard strummed a lively tune on his lute, his voice weaving tales of adventure and romance. The audience clapped and tapped their feet in time with the music, their faces alight with enjoyment.

To one side of the main room, a grand stone fireplace crackled and roared, its flames casting flickering shadows across the walls. A large, intricately carved mantelpiece held an assortment of curiosities: a collection of old, dusty books, a few tarnished goblets, and a pair of ornate candlesticks. The heat from the fire added to the tavern's inviting warmth, making it a perfect refuge from the cool night outside.

Caty introduced me to the tavern’s owner, a burly, good-natured man named Jareth. He eyed me with curiosity but nodded in approval at Caty's introduction. “Always room for another bard, especially if Caty vouches for you,” he said with a wink.

Caty squeezed my hand reassuringly. “Don’t worry. Just follow my lead.” She led me to a small stage where the current bard finished his set to enthusiastic applause. Caty took her place, and with a nod to the crowd, she began to play her lute, the familiar melody soothing my nerves.

I took a deep breath and started to sing, my voice trembling at first but growing stronger with each note. The tavern fell silent as the patrons turned their attention to the stage. The song flowed through me, and for a moment, I forgot my fears and the devastation of my past. I was lost in the music, the melody weaving a spell that seemed to captivate everyone in the room.

When we finished, the tavern erupted in applause, and I felt a warmth spread through me that had nothing to do with the firelight. Caty grinned at me, her eyes sparkling with approval. “See? You’ve got it in you.”

As the night wore on, we sang more songs, my confidence growing with each performance. The patrons of the Blushing Mermaid cheered and clapped, their enthusiasm infectious. By the end of the night, Caty and I sat at a corner table, exhausted but exhilarated. The warm glow of the tavern's lanterns cast a comforting light over us, and the remnants of our last song still echoed in the lively chatter around us.

“You did great,” Caty said, raising her mug in a toast. Her pale blue eyes sparkled with pride and encouragement. “Welcome to Baldur’s Gate, my friend. I think you’ll do just fine here. Are you sure you aren’t part nymph?”

I smiled, a genuine smile that reached my eyes. The tension and fear of the past days seemed to melt away as I lifted my own mug and took a large drink. The ale was rich and smooth, a perfect end to an unexpectedly wonderful night.

Jareth, the burly owner of the Blushing Mermaid, approached our table with two small pouches. He tossed them onto the table with a light clink of coin, his grin wide and infectious. “You two are hired!” he announced, his deep voice carrying a note of genuine excitement. “Your voices made people stop in their tracks and come inside. I’ve never seen anything like it.” His large arms crossed over his broad chest as he looked down at us, clearly pleased. “We can go over the particulars tomorrow,” Jareth continued, his eyes twinkling. “But you get paid by tips, and we provide you with a room upstairs.”

I felt a rush of relief and gratitude. The thought of having a safe place to sleep, even if just for one night, was more than I had dared to hope for. I picked up the pouch of coins, feeling the weight of it in my hand. It was a small fortune compared to the empty pockets I had arrived with. “Thank you, Jareth,” I said, my voice steady despite the surge of emotions. “I can’t tell you how much this means to me.”

Jareth nodded, his expression softening slightly. “You earned it,” he said simply. “Get some rest, and we’ll talk in the morning.”

As he walked away, Caty leaned back in her chair, a satisfied smile on her face. “See? I told you, you’ve got it in you.”

I laughed softly, the sound almost foreign to my ears after so much recent sorrow. “I guess I do,” I admitted. “Thank you, Caty. For everything.”

She shrugged modestly, but her smile remained. “That’s what friends are for. Now, let’s get some rest. Tomorrow’s a new day, and who knows what adventures it will bring?”

We made our way upstairs, the old wooden steps creaking beneath our feet. The room we entered was a small but cozy haven, not what I was used to but definitely better than a mat on the ground. The walls were paneled with warm, dark wood, giving the room a rustic and inviting feel. Soft, golden light from a lantern on the nightstand bathed the space in a gentle glow, casting flickering shadows that danced across the walls. Two small beds, neatly made with simple, homespun quilts, occupied opposite sides of the room. The quilts were a patchwork of muted earth tones, their worn but clean fabric hinting at years of use and care. Each bed had a thick, feather-stuffed pillow that looked wonderfully soft, promising a restful night’s sleep after the exhaustion of the day.

Between the beds, a sturdy wooden nightstand held a washbasin and a pitcher of water. The washbasin was made of polished copper, its surface gleaming in the lantern light. Next to it, a small stack of neatly folded towels awaited, their edges embroidered with delicate, leafy patterns that spoke of a craftsman’s touch. At the foot of each bed were simple wooden chests, likely for storing personal belongings. Mine was old and slightly scuffed, a testament to the many travelers who had passed through this room before me. Caty's chest, like mine, bore marks of time but was solid and dependable. A narrow window on the far wall allowed a sliver of moonlight to filter in, the silver beam creating a tranquil contrast to the warm interior lighting. The window overlooked the bustling streets of Baldur’s Gate, and the muffled sounds of the city—a distant murmur of voices, the occasional clatter of a cart—drifted up, a constant reminder of the life teeming just outside.

In one corner of the room stood a small writing desk and chair, the surface of the desk slightly worn from years of use. A quill and inkwell sat ready, alongside a few sheets of parchment, inviting thoughts to be penned in the quiet of the night. A simple but sturdy wardrobe occupied another corner, its doors slightly ajar to reveal a few hangers and shelves for clothes. The wood of the wardrobe matched the other furnishings, its dark grain adding to the room’s cohesive, earthy aesthetic. Above each bed hung a small, framed painting. Mine depicted a serene woodland scene, with tall, ancient trees and a sun-dappled forest floor. It reminded me of my home, a bittersweet touch that tugged at my heart. Caty’s painting showed a lively coastal village, with brightly painted boats bobbing in a sparkling harbor under a clear blue sky.

As I lay down on the bed, the mattress yielded just enough to cradle my weary body, the quilt’s soft texture comforting against my skin. The scent of fresh linens mingled with the faint aroma of polished wood, creating a soothing, homely atmosphere. The gentle flicker of the lantern light cast dancing shadows on the walls, adding to the room's cozy warmth. The bed was a welcome contrast to the harsh realities I had faced. The pillow, soft and supportive, cradled my head, and I could feel the tension in my muscles begin to melt away. Each breath I took was filled with the clean scent of the linens, and the faint, earthy aroma of the wooden beams overhead. It was a sanctuary of tranquility in the midst of chaos, a haven I hadn't realized I needed so desperately.

For the first time in a long time, I felt truly safe from the outside evils. The four walls acted like a security blanket, lulling me into a false sense of security. The soft murmurs of the city outside faded into the background, a distant hum that only added to the feeling of being cocooned in safety. My eyelids grew heavy as I let myself sink deeper into the bed’s embrace. If only I could go back and tell myself to leave now, to escape before the shadow of Astarion's presence fell over my life. But in that moment, wrapped in the comforting quilt and the gentle peace of the room, I allowed myself to believe in the illusion of safety.

The warmth of the quilt and the gentle rhythm of my breath began to weave a web of drowsiness around me. My thoughts grew sluggish, the events of the day blending into a haze of images and sounds. Caty's reassuring smile, the lively tunes of the Blushing Mermaid, Jareth's booming approval—all swirled together as my mind drifted.

The last coherent thought I had was a fleeting wish for this peace to last forever. As sleep claimed me, I let go of the lingering fears and doubts, surrendering to the comforting darkness. For now, in this small room above the bustling tavern, I was safe, and that was enough. Little did I know, this night of restful slumber would be one of the last moments of true peace I would experience for a long time. The shadows were gathering, and my journey was far from over. But for now, I fell asleep, cradled in the comforting illusion of security.

[quicktimeeventfull]

quicktime's favourite books of september ✨

hello and welcome to my highly biased & self-indulgent list of books i enjoyed last month. the only theme here is 'things i personally liked.' these are not in any particular order.

malice by keigo higashino: acclaimed novelist kunihiro hidaka is found murdered in his home; his supposed best friend falls under suspicion. i was completely blown away by this novel -- it plays deftly with the conventions of the detective genre.

catalina by karla cornejo villavicienio: THIS BOOK IS SO GOOD. it is about a undocumented harvard university student named catalina & is also possibly the best depiction of madness i have read in my life. this is a finalist for the national book award and it deserves to win every prize in the universe.

the deep sky by yume kitasei: a surreal and very queer sci-fi novel (with no central romance plotline!) about a post-apocalyptic voyage towards a habitable planet. it is also a murder mystery. this is a fun-but-not-shallow book.

a tale for the time being by ruth ozeki: a surreal novel by canada's most famous japanese writer. it is about a fictionalized version of the author who runs across a notebook by a suicidal teenager, washed ashore in the wreckage of the 2011 tsunami.

so thirsty by rachel harrison: i liked some parts of this book and disliked others but overall i think it's worth reading, especially since it's halloween season. a novel about two best friends who are turned into vampires. the friendship is beautifully rendered and it's really refreshing to see a book that is primarily about the complications and joys and intimacies of friendship. also, vampires.

[dayaowu]

🏡 Welcome to my Sim Family 🏡

Adopted by Cierra Branch as a teenager Raphael grew up wild and a bit of a play boy. He had twins as a teen with his now wife, Maria Branch. He graduated from Britechester with a degree in Culinary Arts. 🥘

Maria had twins with Raphael as a teen. She mostly raised them by herself with little assistance from Raphael until his last semester in college. With a change of heart she put a pause on her Drama degree & moved out to the countryside to be with Raphael & raise their family. 🌱

Jada & Catalina are twins and are as close as can be. Jada is more of a home body and loves tending to the farm animals. Meanwhile Catalina can’t wait to move as far away as possible from the countryside. ✨

Rickey is the newest addition to the Branch household! He’s a cautious little one but is quickly growing into himself. 🤎

[lunarcovehq]

Catalina Rivera Diaz a witch that currently resides in Downtown and has been a Lunar Cove resident for 17 years only to return now.

ITS THE END OF THE WORLD

GENDER/PRONOUNS: CIS Woman, She/Her

DATE OF BIRTH: November 12, 1989

OCCUPATION: Bartender at Starlight Bar

FACECLAIM: Ana de Armas

AS WE KNOW IT, AND I FEEL FINE

SPECIES: Witch

INHERENT ABILITIES: Astral Projection, Intangibility, Duplication

COVEN POSITION: Member

COVEN ABILITY: Fire manipulation

WELCOME TO LUNAR COVE, NAME HERE

Trigger Warnings: Drug Use, Drug Use in Pregnancy, Alcoholism, Neonatal Abstinence Syndrome, Child Neglect, Reckless Behaviour

Catalina’s first moments earthside were meant to be her last, purple and unmoving as she lay on the cold wooden floor between her mother’s spread thighs. A cold, abandoned house was hardly the place to deliver a baby, but Ines Diaz was on another bender and it was a miracle in itself that she made it out of the off-season snow storm and into shelter before the baby came. It seemed that the miracles didn’t stop there, because somehow, one of the others huddled into the small room with her used to be a nurse. The woman hurried over and scooped a motionless Catalina off the floor, wrapping her in a tattered, dirty blanket as she tried to stimulate the life back into her.

Catalina’s first moments earthside were meant to be her last.

Only they weren’t.

A shrill cry rang through the room. She’d escaped death for the first time at less than ten minutes old, and for the rest of her life, for better or for worse, that inexplicable luck would follow her.

After experiencing less than ideal beginnings herself, Ines turned to drugs early in life to cope, and it was a habit she was never able to kick. Carlos on the other hand came from a well established and respected lineage of witches who called Lunar Cove their home since its inception. He had an ideal upbringing, great education, great job. He was barely a social drinker, let alone someone who’d ever consider trying anything more illicit. But after meeting Ines at a party his friends had dragged him to, Ines became the drug he grew addicted to, and like with her additions, it was a habit he was never able to kick. In the months after they first started dating, he started slacking at work, missing shifts. He grew distant from his family and the Coven he used to be so greatly involved with. He became a different man, all in the name of love.  

In the next two years, both his parents passed away, and whatever family he had left made the decision to leave Lunar Cove, and him, behind. The Coven had all but washed their hands of him by that point as well, so all he had left was Ines. And he was determined to keep her.

To his credit, Carlos tried multiple times to get Ines clean. When the pregnancy test came back positive, Carlos really thought it could be a changing point in their lives. Only it wasn’t. The night she went into labour she’d snuck out of their home in the middle of a snow storm to get a fix. It was hardly the first time, he knew she’d be back eventually. And she was. Only she’d turned up on the doorstep with a stranger at her side, one who was holding a raggedy bundle of cloth against her chest. And before he could say anything more, the bundle started to wail.

Catalina’s first year of life was a struggle for everyone involved. Even after she’d been cleared to come home from the hospital, she continued to be a fussy, irritable, unsettled infant. She didn’t eat well, she didn’t sleep well, and she was always crying. Ines stuck around until two days before Catalina’s first birthday, at which point she disappeared in the middle of the night without a word. It ruined Carlos. He spent days looking for her, days hoping she’d come back, but in the end neither Carlos nor Catalina ever saw Ines again. A single father, now literally and figuratively, Carlos tried his best to cope and care for a young child, but inevitably he gave into the call of alcohol.

Catalina was nearly five before started to get the idea that her little family of two wasn’t normal. But it was all she knew. As time went on and Carlos continued to sink into his depression, Coven members would try to drop by, wanting to bring food or toys for Catalina, wanting to check up on them for her sake. And every time they were met with Carlos in a belligerent state, refusing to take the help and running them off. Carlos never put his hands on her, he’d never even raised his voice at her. He kept her clothed and fed and she had a roof over her head. He was simply…not present in her life the way she needed him.

The Sullivan’s lived a few doors down, Catalina didn’t know much about them other than the fact that the kids who lived there had both parents in the household and always seemed to be so happy when she caught them out and about. They had a son her age, Jacob, she’d seen him at school, and it was obvious to her even as a child how different their lives were. The first time Emma Sullivan caught her peeking over the fence at the family having a barbeque in their driveway, she welcomed her over for a plate, and without any hesitation she gave an open invitation for Cat to come over whenever she wanted, whether it was for a meal or she needed someone to talk to.

The next few years of Catalina’s life were more of the same, a father overcome by his own grief and a young girl left to her own devices. Inevitably Catalina’s worldview started to take a turn. She became more resentful of her situation, resentful of her father, resentful of her mother and honestly resentful of Lunar Cove as a whole. She didn’t feel like she belonged there, and often she’d fantasize about leaving altogether one day. By some miracle, perhaps because of that inexplicable luck that saved her at birth, what she lacked in family, she found in friendship.

Catalina first met Poppy Reed in grade school, when they found themselves assigned to sit next to one another. Bonded over their mutual dislike of Lunar Cove for their own respective reasons, Poppy and Catalina became best friends seemingly overnight. Whatever free time they had they spent together, more often than not up to some kind of mischief in town, dreaming about the day they’d be old enough to leave Lunar Cove in their rearview mirror.

It was this sentiment that she believes led her to manifesting the first of her inherent abilities as a young witch. Astral Projection, it came to her while she and Poppy were stargazing in the grass, high on weed, talking about where they’d go once they left LC. Poppy was talking about some place she’d seen in a magazine, somewhere on the west coast, and while Cat was floating somewhere between consciousness and unconsciousness, she felt herself leave her body. Literally.   

One after the other the girls started manifesting their inherent abilities, and Catalina was grateful for the two closest people in her life because if it wasn’t for Poppy and Jake and the guidance their families provided, she would’ve had a hard time getting through it. Her own father was a witch, of course, but she could hardly talk to him about anything. It was Emma who’d helped her through her first period, Jake who awkwardly offered her his favourite chocolate bar when he’d caught her crying alone one mother’s day, Poppy who went with her to the department store to buy her first bra. They were the only family she knew and cared to have, and it was them she celebrated with once she finally became a member of the Coven herself.

Despite all the things she did have going for her in life, it always seemed that the sins of her parents would continue to haunt her. When she was around others she was an enigma, but when she came home at night she was just another sad, lonely girl. Combined with the hormones that came with teenhood, it was inevitable that she would start testing boundaries and acting out, especially when she never had much structure or discipline at home. She was known as something of a wild child around town, and it wasn’t uncommon for the townsfolk to come across her getting into some sort of mischief.

Unsurprisingly to most, as she later found out, Catalina and Jake started dating their freshman year of high school. Whether or not there were genuine feelings there was hard to discern when there was so much else going on and emotions and hormones were at an all time high. They were young and dumb, hardly making the best decisions, especially on her part, but it was…nice. But toxicity must’ve been genetic, because they crashed and burned two short years later, and she could acknowledge that that outcome was on her. Her mother taught her that people don’t stick around, and her father taught her that being left would ruin you, it didn’t make for a very healthy view of relationships.

In the aftermath Catalina just wanted things to go back to how they were when they were younger, and things seemed to be fine at first- but just a few weeks later Jake was already dating someone new, her dad started getting sick, liver failure, and everything was just getting to be a little too much. She subsequently dropped out a month into their senior year. Outwardly she was still the same Catalina, loud and outgoing, seemingly bulletproof despite everything. But inwardly she was becoming more and more unhappy with her life in Lunar Cove. Her best friend was the only thing keeping her sane at that point, but there was only so much she could do, and eventually it got to the point where even Poppy wasn’t enough to keep her in LC.

Six months after she dropped out, Catalina asked Poppy to meet at their spot late at night, and she met the other with a duffle bag tucked over her shoulder. She was leaving Lunar Cove. They’d always planned that they’d do it together some day, ride out of town side by side, but she just couldn’t wait any longer for that dream to come to pass. Come find me some day, it was a promise, and with a final embrace, Catalina disappeared in the night much like her mother had, without a trace.

For the next decade Catalina lived life like a true rolling stone, moving from one place to the next, leaving behind her a wake of chaos and broken hearts. She never ended up going back to school, but it was easy to find work as a dancer those first few years, later going back and forth between that and bartending, two jobs she excelled at. She grew into the kind of woman who was the life of the party, someone who enjoyed the thrill of being the center of attention and drew it naturally. Her habit of testing boundaries continued as she got older, the possibilities only expanding in adulthood. She partied and raved, travelled abroad with strangers on a whim, hitchhiked alone in the middle of nowhere, drugs, alcohol, sex, you name it, she did it. Whatever angel had been looking over her since her birth must’ve been exhausted, because it was a miracle she made it out of certain situations unscathed, even with her magic.

Cat got into and out of relationships almost as if it were a sport, always making sure she was the one doing the leaving rather than being the one who was left. There were plenty of times her idea of ‘ending a relationship’ was disappearing in the middle of the night and moving to a different place entirely. It was a dangerous game considering some of the kinds of men and women she was associating with, and eventually it caught up to her. She’d been in Vancouver, BC for six months in the company of a rich, older married couple as their latest plaything. It was a pretty good deal, she never paid for anything, she got to do whatever she wanted, the sex was great. But inevitably she got bored, and when she tried to leave, she realized she might’ve finally messed with the wrong kind of people.

It wasn’t soon after that that Catalina found herself evaluating her life for the first time. She was nearly thirty-five and she was still living her life like a twenty-year-old, without a care in the world, not even for her own safety. It wasn’t like she wasn’t enjoying it, but she did wonder how much longer it could be sustained.

The only constant in her life since she’d left Lunar Cove nearly eighteen years ago was Poppy, the only person she’d bothered to keep in touch with. She knew Poppy was back in Lunar Cove, that she was the new Supreme. And despite her apprehensiveness at returning to the only placed she’d ever called home, she felt like it was time. And so she packed her things up and made her way back to the town where it all began.

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HELLO!!!! IM BACCCCKKKK YALL WITH SOME ART >:3

[On the right is a rushed doodle of Cati in the daycare au by @i-ate-your-dog-srry ]

[paisholotus]

Chapter 6

Mikayla's pov

Shyness formed in the pit of my stomach as I progressed up the stairs. Nonetheless, I smiled as a lady who I remember to be Catalina reached out her hand to greet again.

"Mikayla, I'd like to extend a warm welcome to you and your family at our residence." She said kindly. "Hi Mrs. Cullen, it's a pleasure to finally see you again." I said as I let go of the embrace, With a smile and a shake of her head, she shared disappointment with me being too formal. "Please don't bother with the formalities. You can call me Catalina."

I switched to the left to show my family and nodded. "These are my sisters, Cassie and Mariah. I do have a brother and cousin who lives with us, Beau and Lavender. But, they are away on business." I told them, smiling.

She said with an even bigger smile. "You have a lovely family. Please come inside; I've prepared a meal. I nodded and motioned my family to enter. And, when we walked in, the blonde woman turned her back to us, giving us a weird look and continuing to walk forward. Cassie became aware of this and gave her a deathly glare, waiting for her to try something. Carlise and Catalina exchanged apologetic glances with Cassie. And joined the rest of them in the house.

We had taken a tour of their lovely house. The colorful paintings on the walls, the furniture, and the color scheme were all just stunning. My props to Catalina for a wonderful looking home. We walked straight into what seemed to be the living room when we reached the top of the stairs. And then we entered the kitchen.

We had gone a little further into the kitchen, which was absolutely beautiful. Carlise and Catalina sat at the head of the table. Whatever Catalina had cooked was smelling divine. I was a little nervous because I wasn't sure whether we should go ahead and sit or not. "Mikayla, I'm aware you've met my daughters, but I'd like you to also meet my sons." She said, kindly

Edward, Alexander, Jasper, and Emmett she introduced us to them. And, to they were good looking was an understatement.

Rosalie returned a slight smile after Mikayla turned to face her and introduced herself. "We've prepared a meal for you all." Carlise elaborated. Causing Mariah to clapp happily. "It looks really good. Catalina, you're a fantastic chef." Mariah expressed her gratitude. Causing Catalina to blush at the little ones kindness.

Alex stared at his mate, and if his heart could beat out his chest, it would. She was so beautiful to him. Her personality was bubbly, and her smile and eyes lit up his whole world. He wanted her, not in a sexual way, but wanted her to keep her as his.

[estfenrirswood]

@voodoopcwer

The soft glow of evening draped gently over Sune's Harbour, casting long shadows and painting the cobblestone streets with hues of amber and gold. Aiysha stood on the porch of her home, a serene Victorian nestled amidst the historical charm of the neighborhood. The day had passed quietly, the echoes of the recent full moon still lingering in the air—the time when Bast, the sleek black panther, had been entrusted to her care. Not just her care, but for her protection, as Zyne had insisted. Aiysha had watched over Bast with a mix of reverence and affection during the moonlit hours, ensuring he felt at ease amidst the mystical energies that surged through Fenrirswood during such nights.

The soft light of early morning filtered through the curtains of Aiysha and Catalina's Victorian home in Sune's Harbour, casting a tranquil glow over the polished wooden floors and antique furnishings. Aiysha stood on the front porch, sipping on some fresh herbal tea as the remnants of the full moon's energy waned outside. She had just finished tidying up after watching over Bast, while Catalina had gone off to shift safely.

The sound of approaching footsteps pulled Aiysha from her reverie. She looked to see Zyne's figure emerging from the dimly lit street, his presence exuding a calm assurance that belied the recent events of the night. Aiysha smiled warmly as he approached, his gaze meeting hers with a silent understanding of the bond they shared—a mutual respect for the mystical and the magical that defined their lives in Fenrirswood.

"Good morning Zyne," Aiysha greeted him softly, stepping forward to embrace him in a brief but warm hug, careful to not spill her tea on either of them. "Bast did wonderfully last night. He was right at home here."

She led Zyne inside, where the comforting scent of incense mingled with the faint remnants of herbal tea. The living room welcomed them with its eclectic decor—antique tapestries adorning the walls, shelves filled with ancient tomes and artifacts, and a fireplace crackling softly with residual warmth. They passed through the kitchen, where Catalina was encouraging her twins to relax & eat as they were trying to excitedly reminisce to their mother what it was like sleeping with a panther near by. The witch introduced the three briefly to him before continuing their path towards his familiar.

"Bast is just in here," Aiysha said, guiding Zyne towards the corner where the panther lay sprawled across a thick rug, his sleek form a silhouette against the dying embers of the fire. "He's been quite content, but I think he's ready to be back with you."

[dear-indies]

hi there, i hope you're well!! i was wondering if i could have some female face claim suggestions for someone who has apocalyptic resources and/or otherwise fits that kind of vibe, please? i'm looking for anyone within the 20s or 30s age range, i don't mind which + a variety might actually help a lot. thank you so much!!

Catalina Sandino Moreno (1981) Colombian - From.

Lee Si Young (1982) Korean - Sweet Home, Zombieverse.

Cara Gee (1983) Ojibwe - Stange Empire, The Call of the Wind.

Lupita Nyong'o (1983) Mexican Luo Kenyan - Little Monsters.

Emily Blunt (1983) - A Quiet Place.

Mary Elizabeth Winstead (1984) - Kate, Birds of Prey, 10 Cloverfield Lane.

Elle-Maija Tailfeathers (1985) Kainai Blackfoot and Northern Sami - Blood Quantum.

Jennifer Cheon (1985) Indigenous Mexican and Korean - Van Helsing, The Wheel of Time.

Olivia Thirlby (1986) Ashkenazi Jewish / English, Bohemian Czech - Y: The Last Man.

Kim Ok Bin (1987) Korean - Arthdal Chronicles.

Hera Hilmar (1988) - Mortal Engines, See.

Hannah John-Kamen (1989) Nigerian / Norwegian - Resident Evil: Welcome to Raccoon City.

Nora Arnezeder (1989) Sephardi Jewish, Ashkenazi Jewish / Austrian - Army of the Dead, Tides.

Park Shin Hye (1990) Korean - #Alive.

Cara Theobold (1990) - Zomboat!

Christian Serratos (1990) Mexican / Italian - The Walking Dead.

Aliza Vellani (1991) Indian - Sweet Tooth.

Tanaya Beatty (1991) Himalayan / Da'naxda'xw - Murder at Yellowstone.

Ellora Torchia (1992) South African Indian / Italian - In the Earth, Beowulf: Return to the Shieldlands.

Ashley Romans (1992) African-American - Y: The Last Man.

Georgina Campbell (1992) Afro Jamaican / English - Bird Box Barcelona.

Adwoa Aboah (1992) Ghanaian / English - Willow.

Jessica Henwick (1992) Chinese Singaporean / English - Love and Monsters.

Millie Brady (1993) - The Last Kingdom.

Luciane Buchanan (1993) Tongan and Scottish - The New Legends of Monkey.

Zoë Robins (1993) Nigerian - The Wheel of Time.

Mia Goth (1993) Ashkenazi Jewish, Brazilian [Portuguese, including Azorean, small amount of African, possibly other], English, Irish, Scottish, French-Canadian - Infinity Pool.

Devery Jacobs (1993) Mohawh - is queer - Blood Quantum.

Park Gyu Young (1993) Korean - Sweet Home.

Anna Leong Brophy (1993) Irish, Chinese, and Kadazan - Shadow and Bone.

Taylor Russell (1994) Black Canadian / European - Bones and All.

Han So Hee (1994) Korean - My Name.

Avery Konrad (1994) - From.

Ivana Baquero (1994) - The Shannara Chronicles.

Christine Lee (1994) Hongkonger - Black Summer.

Jessie Mei Li (1995) Hongkonger / English - is a gender nonconforming woman who uses she/they - Shadow and Bone.

Alexa Mansour (1996) Mexican and Egyptian - The Walking Dead: World Beyond.

Go Youn Jung (1996) Korean - Sweet Home.

Thaddea Graham (1997) Chinese - The Irregulars.

Amber Midthunder (1997) Hunkpapa Lakota Sioux, Hudeshabina Nakoda Sioux, Sissiton-Wahpeton Oyate Dakota Sioux, Norwegian / Chinese, English - Prey.

Amita Suman (1997) Bhojpuri Nepalese - Shadow and Bone.

Ella Purnell (1996) - Army of the Dead, Yellowjackets.

Morgan Holmstrom (1998) Metis of Cree descent, Ilocano and Sambal Filipino - Day of the Dead (series).

Annalise Basso (1998) - Snowpiercer.

Stefania LaVie Owen (2000) Cuban [Spanish, possibly other] / Unspecified - Sweet Tooth.

Pegah Ghafoori (2000) Iranian - From.

Natalie Malaika (?) Black Canadian - Day of the Dead (series).

Paula Silva (?) Uruguayan - Virus-32.

Leah Brotherhead (?) - Zomboat!

Mia Tomlinson (?) - The Lost Pirate Kingdom.

Chloe Van Landschoot (?) Unspecified - is queer - From.

Here you go!

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St. Frances Cathedral, Brindleton (12:00pm)

Alfie: You sure you can’t join us today? I mean, Nora’s going to be at the shower too later.

Leon: I want to but my father sent someone to make sure I’m “treating Astrid right”. So, yeah. I gotta accompany Astrid to look for dresses for your wedding.

Alfie: Urgh, he sucks. I can’t believe he actually had someone to babysit you.

Leon: Pfft, don’t call it babysitting. It’s spying, in broad daylight.

Alfie: Yeah, whatever you call it. Have fun I guess.

Leon: *sighs* No comment on that. My gift for you and Lina is with Nora, by the way. It’s from us both.

Alfie: From the both of you? Does she know you’re putting her name on the gift too?

Leon: Of course. She helped me choose it so I told her I’ll put her name on the card too.

Alfie: Sneaky.

Leon: You made it sound like I tricked her.

Alfie: I mean...technically, you did trick her. Just not in a bad way. You get me?

Leon: Yeah yeah. Whatever. She said she doesn’t mind it, so what’re you gonna do about it?

Alfie: *scoffs* Nothing I guess.

*phone rings*

Leon: *sighs* I gotta go. Astrid’s going to blow up my phone with her calls if I don’t go with her today.

Alfie: Uhuh, I’ll see you later. Take care, alright?

Leon: I will. You take care too.

Darien: Let me guess. Mary did something to upset you again today?

Sofia: Can you believe it? She changed the rehearsal date without telling me! If Dira didn’t call me and asked where I was today, I would’ve missed it!

Darien: Wait, you didn’t know the rehearsal was today? I thought you knew?

Sofia: I didn’t know! I already told her I have a meeting to look over the plans for this year’s National Day.

Darien: Huh...that’s odd.

Sofia: Whatever. I’m going home. Alfie and Lina are gonna have their bridal shower at the palace after this. I don’t want to be late for that.

The Wind Palace, Ahtolia (7:56pm)

Alfie: Thank you for the couple’s bracelet, Nora. It’s very pretty.

Nora: No biggie. It was Leon who got the gift for you guys. I just helped him choose.

Catalina: Well, still, you took part in the gift giving, so just accept our thanks.

Nora: *laughs* Fine~ You’re welcome, your royal highnesses.

Indirah: Whose gift is it next? Mum?

Sofia: Here. This is my gift for you. Call it a welcome gift of sorts.

Sofia: It’s tradition in this family for the bride to wear a pearl necklace for our weddings. Preferably given by our in-laws. I didn’t get to wear mine when I got married, so, I want you to wear this.

Catalina: It’s beautiful. Thank you so much.

Mary: Are there anymore gifts left?

Dania: Not a lot. We have several well-wishes letters and gifts left from the public to the Crown Prince couple.

Alfie: Alright. Can you please hand it over to me, Dania?

Dania: Of course, sir.

Catalina: What is it? Why’d you shake it?

Alfie: I think there’s something inside.

Mary: Well, come on. Open it.

Alfie: “Congratulations on the engagement. I wish you and Catalina a very happy marriage. Please accept this special video I have prepared for your upcoming wedding.”

Sofia: A video?

Alfie: Maybe it’s a student short film project. Mia, put this on please.

Mia: Yes, sir.

Darien: There’s nothing?

Sofia: Give it some time. Dania, can you take this for me?

Dania: Of course, ma’am.

Darien: Hugo, stop playing with your phone.

Hugo: Give me a minute, dad.

??? (From the TV): Is this on?

??? (Madeline): Gavin, put down the fucking camera and help me with this kid.

Gavin: Hold on a second, Maddy. King James wants video proof that we got the kid. It won’t take long.

Madeline: I’m so close to chucking this kid into the sea. His crying is driving me nuts!

??? (Keira): Don’t be harsh with him, Maddy. He’s just a baby.

Madeline: Shut the fuck up, Keira. Or I’ll toss you in the sea too.

*baby Alfie cries*

Madeline: Shut up you little shit!

Keira: Maddy! Stop!

Darien: Turn the TV off. Turn it off!

Mia: Y-yes, sir.

Mary: Who...who sent that?

Mia: W-we don’t know. There’s no sender name, ma’am.

Mary: Then what are you waiting for? Go and look for who sent it! Now!

Dania: Yes, ma’am. Please excuse us.

Darien: Soph? Honey?

Sofia: Darien...I-I have to go.

Darien: Alright, let’s go. Please excuse us, everyone.

*door opens and closes*

Mary: I think it’s best if you return home now, Alfie. Lina, you can drive, right?

Catalina: Y-yes, mama.

Catalina: Come on. Let’s go.

Symphony Manor, Holan (9:00pm)

Catalina: Alfie? We’re home.

Alfie: Huh? Oh, yeah.

Catalina: Are you...okay?

Alfie: I...I need to be alone. I’m sorry, Lina.

*Catalina knocks on door*

Catalina: Alfie?

Alfie:...

Catalina: I’ll...I’ll go to bed first, okay?

Catalina:...goodnight.

[mobscene-london]

BASIC INFORMATION:

NAME: Catalina Rojas. AGE: 33. PLACE OF BIRTH: Porto Velho, California, United States. AFFILIATION: The Rutherford Family. OCCUPATION: Manager of The Underground. Drug dealer. FACE CLAIM: Diane Guerrero. AVAILABILITY: TAKEN.

BIOGRAPHY:

“If you studied law, how the fuck did you end up working behind a bar?”

Funny how they always asked like it was any of their damn business…

“Because making bank flashing my fantastic cleavage to idiots who ask stupid questions—you’re welcome for the honour, by the way—is much less time consuming.”

Not to mention upholding the law felt slightly hypocritical given her ties to the Rutherfords.

The number of people coming to resent them might’ve been growing by the day, but she adored her second family with her entire soul. From her early childhood, when she’d first met Lara Rutherford at their fancy Porto Velho private school, the two girls had been inseparable. Though to a much lesser degree, Catalina had also been born into privilege and boy, did she enjoy every fucking minute of it. Some people felt it crass to flaunt what they hadn’t earned, but life was fucking short. Her parents hadn’t worked their asses off for their only daughter to live like a peasant.

Even as a child, she had been insufferably rambunctious; wise beyond her years and ready to step on whomever it took to achieve what she wanted from life. And perhaps that was why she and Lara were drawn to each other so immediately. Their similarities were vast. In fact, the only real difference between the two was that Lara hid it all behind an angelic façade, whereas Catalina had never cared what people thought. Nor would she start caring any time soon.

Catalina’s parents had often scolded her for her lifestyle—even if half-heartedly—purely because they thought she could do better. An abundance of natural intelligence and wit had been wasted on her, apparently. The absolute cheek. When she’d applied to Harvard Law, it wasn’t because she wanted to be a lawyer like Lara did. Instead, it was an attempt to prove to her parents that she could do anything they could do whilst being able to keep her best friend at her side during the best years of their lives. School had been an absolute breeze—perhaps, even more so than it had been for the Rutherford—and she supposed maybe that was unfair. It took a special kind of privileged asshole to be able to ‘fall back’ on graduating from Harvard if things didn’t pan out the way she wanted.

During her university days, she had always been the life of the party. Notorious for it, in fact, for long after her years there had passed. Lara was tamer in that respect, but her brother sure wasn’t. Whenever she and Damon got together? Trouble was sure to follow.

When they’d all headed back to the city they called home—a social stomping ground that belonged solely to them—she had continued the same party lifestyle she’d grown so accustomed to back in Massachusetts. Eventually, though, and rather unsurprisingly, her parents became frustrated with her leeching off their wealth whilst offering them very little in return. Staying out until six in the morning, stumbling home coked up and drunker than anybody else on the strip, was not becoming. Or so she was told. Catalina could’ve argued she was doing the Lord’s work and people would’ve believed her because it damn well felt good to her.

But they were persistent.

Terrified by the prospect of a legal career weighing down her carefree existence, however, she instead sought another path entirely. And that was where the relationship that she’d grown so fond of over the years with Damon came in handy. Where else could you make a living being the life of the party, if not the Porto Velho strip? Catalina hadn’t even had to ask for a job. One subtle hint, and she was working at his casino with a snap of his fingers. So much for university being the best years of her life, because she was just getting started…

It was hard to pinpoint an exact time where she realised that the Rutherford family was not all it seemed to be. Perhaps Lara had been scared to be honest with her; wrongly assuming that Catalina would be put off by the less than legal means that the majority of their wealth stemmed from. Like she’d honestly give a fuck. Andrew was like a second father to her—only ever pretending to be irked when she referred to him as ‘dad’ as she made herself at home in his certifiable mansion—and he could do what he damn well pleased. Catalina would defend any of them to the death, because she was sure they would do the same for her.

Strangely enough, it was he who had approached her personally about an entirely new source of income aside from working for Damon.

Whilst she’d never been a particularly heavy drug user—and only the partying kind, thanks very much—she knew her way around the circles well enough that it wasn’t outside of her comfort zone. The reputation she had built within the upper echelons of Porto’s social circle, and not to mention the rapport she had with some of the city’s highest rollers thanks to her work as a hostess at The Empire Hotel & Casino, made her the perfect candidate for peddling drugs. Only the best for the best, and they’d damn well pay for it when she smiled at them the way she did.

The money she was taking home from her casino work was fucking fantastic, but it didn’t even compare to what she could make taking a slice of the Rutherford’s drug business. Andrew trusted her, and he knew she had enough of a spine not to shy away from something a little sketchier. It was a perfect match up that served them both well for years.

Of course, when Lara and Adriana had made the move to London, Catalina had initially hesitated. Whilst she adored her friends more than anything, she’d built such a cushy lifestyle for herself in California that she wasn’t entirely convinced it would translate to a whole new city. And a miserable, warring city, at that… To nobody’s surprise, though, she’d only lasted a few months without her family. Whilst she might’ve declined the offer at first—to deal in the same business courtesy of Andrew, once again—she was on a private jet like a lost puppy before Porto could even begin to miss her sisters.

London wasn’t entirely unfamiliar to her. Catalina had often taken trips with Lara when she would visit her home country, and occasionally, even went to visit her good friend, Diana, on her own dime. The people weren’t entirely dissimilar from those back in the States. If anything, the rich folk seemed even more tightly wound this side of the ocean, and it made them much easier targets so far as a suggesting a little pick me up was concerned. Though Damon had offered her a comparable role at London’s version of the Empire to the one she’d held previously, she’d politely declined when Lara had approached her to manage the string of bars she was planning to open. The crowning jewel? The Underground. Given that she’d always been an eager attendee of Fight Club back when it’d be starting out in Porto, she was more than happy to help run things here.

Things in the city are getting testy, and she’d be a fucking idiot not to be concerned. Porto Velho had been left on fairly bad terms when the Italians and Russians started shooting each other in the streets, though, so at least she has yet another reminder for when she’s feeling homesick, eh? Just like always, she tries her best to push it from her mind, and not only favour enjoying life to its absolute fullest in spite of everyone else’s bullshit, but making sure others do the same.

SOCIAL CONNECTIONS:

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single. FAMILY: None playable. CONNECTIONS:

Lara Rutherford: Best friend. Oldest friend. Sister. Closest confidant. All terms she could use to describe the woman she will never be without. Lara has given her so much in life without even realising, and Catalina will always be grateful for her. Things have been tough the last few years, and certainly not without bumps in the road, but no matter what happens, what decisions she makes about the fate of their new home, Catalina will always stand loyally at her side.

Adriana Amaro & Diana Sehgal: Best friends. Forever the inseparable foursome. The best part about being in London, without doubt, is that they can finally all be together permanently, instead of missing Diana. Like Lara, she has known Adriana for almost as long as she can remember, but whilst her relationship with Diana is shorter lived, they're arguably closer. They're her go-to girls for a good time. She would literally die for these bitches, okay?

Damon Rutherford: Good friend. Catalina sees Damon like the brother she never had. Whenever they get together, there's never a dull moment. Truly, an infamous duo back in Porto, and she's intent on cultivating the same reputation in London. Offering her the job at his casino is what shot her into the life she adores, and she will bend over backwards to repay him for the faith he showed in her.

Eleanor Shipley: Friend. Though she often gets in trouble for attempting to lead perhaps the nicest member of their friendship group astray, Catalina has grown to like her over the years. Not so much in the beginning, mind you, but given her relationship with Lara, there was really no way of getting away from her. Eleanor is a little tame for her liking, but she's endearing enough in her own way to stop Catalina disliking her, at least...

Henry García: Friend. It was hard to avoid him when he was Lara's bodyguard, but even more so now that they're in a relationship. Henry isn't the typical type of person she would befriend, but perhaps that's why it works so well. Opposites attract and all that. Catalina is fairly sure she drives him up the wall with her attitude, but if he's in it for the long-haul with Lara, then he's stuck with her for life.

Ayaz Ateş: Friend. Annoying the fuck out of him is quite possibly her favourite pastime, especially now they're in the same city on a permanent basis. Man has a stick shoved so firmly up his ass, Catalina doesn't know how Lara (or herself, for that matter) puts up with him, but she tries her level-best every day to make him regret it. In an affectionate way, of course...