the pure gold baby

herr god, herr lucifer. beware. beware. out of the ash, i rise with my red hair, and i eat men like air.

[landtownbabe]

honeyrodswritings·:

This baby was…certainly a baby. Briscoe expected to despise having it around. The size of a small sack of flour, it wiggled and cooed and drooled and patted. But was simply so… helpless that Briscoe felt a twinge of pity mix with the glaring disbelief that some delusional woman thought it could be entrusted to Uriah Vargas, of all people. Uriah could barely wrangle the heist crew into shape, but even Briscoe had to admit that he supplemented his leadership skills with his ability to lie and to connive. He knew better than to trust anything that exited Uriah’s mouth that didn’t have to do with heists or, generally, money. But Briscoe far from trusted Uriah’s judgment. Point: it was his bright idea that Lou and Briscoe were paired for this mission. And he loaded them with his own child, because of course Uriah would use them as impromptu babysitters.

Lou and Briscoe, who couldn’t stand each other, caring for a child. Funny.

Briscoe shifted the baby in his arms, holding it tighter to his chest with one arm and supporting its head with the opposite hand, to glare at Lou. For emphasis, he had taken a side step to be further out of her reach. The baby blew a raspberry in his face and Briscoe’s permanent scowl deepened. “No. She likes this.”

A part of Lou felt warmth for the child, reminding her of her brother when he was that small. She remembers holding him in her arms for the first time and all of the other times after that. Maybe if she was more noble, more of a hero, she’d be motivated to help the baby find a better home. Lou knew herself and wouldn’t allow herself to get drawn into whatever trouble would come with looking after her. She was Uriah’s responsibility, but Lou wasn’t sure how much he cared for the baby since he thought Briscoe would be one of the people suited to take care of her. -Admittedly, he wasn’t the worst. He was able to calm her down when she was getting fussy when Lou couldn’t. It was something she insisted was dumb luck. 

If they weren’t supposed to be laying low in that moment Lou would have hit Briscoe, probably, not that it took much for her to feel the urge to. It would be easier if he wasn’t so adamant on going against literally everything she said (not that she was much better to him). She’s about to comment when the baby begins to whine, most likely out of hunger or because she needed a diaper change, nevertheless Lou crosses her arms. “What now, baby expert?”

[landtownbabe]

Lou definitely felt like going undercover was below her pay grade but with Nina being MIA- surprising -Uriah had thought it was best to send out two of heist crew’s least charming, least personable members to screen a bank that they had plans to rob. There was something about priceless diamonds being in one of the safety deposit boxes, which she knew applied much more to her job but alas there she was, with a man she loathed with a baby on his arm. Someone should probably tell Uriah that an infant was in fact an infant and not a prop, but for now that was her baby.

Their baby, she supposed.

“You’re holding her wrong.” Lou says sharply. “Give her to me.”

[landtownbabe]

honeyrodswritings·:

Meeting with members of the pack, one on one, was a tradition that his parents ingrained into him. It was good for keepin’ himself in the loop — personable with his packmates. Camille, though, she was wayward. At first, Bach thought she jokingly undermined his authority. Then she kept doing it. Then it escalated, again and again, depositing them here. Bach’s waiting for her, if she bothers to show, but he knows that she can’t resist a challenge or opportunity.

He might’ve been in over his damn head, but Alphas put the wellbeing of their pack before their personal comfort.

His heightened senses could feel her nearby. “You had me sweatin’ for a minute,” Bach said, to no one in particular to the untrained eye. “Thought you were finally scared of me.”

If anything Camille was with Bach’s pack out of necessity because she wasn’t an idiot, no wolf could survive on its’ own. Even the strongest of them. Sure, he was her alpha, but whatever respect she should have had for him could not be found. It was a matter of waiting now for the right moment to challenge him, take her rightful place as pack leader and make something out of them. Bach never looked at the bigger picture, he wasn’t ambitious enough, and didn’t have a vision. It wouldn’t matter if nobody on the pack liked her, they’d fear her which was much more important.

She debated whether she’d indulge him or not but Chavella had reached out to her and the idea of wreaking havoc with her was much more enticing. But, maybe this could be fun too. 

“Scared of a pup like you? Cute.” Camille steps out so Bach could talk to her face to face. “As much as I love these kumbaya catch up sessions I think we both have better things to do.”

[landtownbabe]

nvtiveanimals

ERASERTHREAD;;

“An old folks’ home actually could’ve been nice, but –” He threw a glance in Aleksei’s direction. “Someone can’t be trusted. Vetoed.”

Leah pouted around the pickle in her mouth. “Aw. I bet my Gramps would’ve loved to see us.”

Stefan was about to remind her not to speak with a full mouth when Zeke mentioned the pop star’s name. His attention was captured instantly, paternal instincts abandoned as a disbelieving grin brightened his face. He was on his feet before Zeke could explain, high-tailing it to the fifty dollar bill.

While Stefan’s phone was already out of his pocket, muttering something about danger of smudging, Leah was perfectly still, save for her eyes, which flickered between Thea, Aleksei, and Zeke. This was… a surprise. She was trying to mull this over as it came, but maybe the most confusing part was –

“Niamh Black gave you her number?” She blinked at Zeke, then looked at Thea, dumbfounded. “Just… gave him her number.” Then at Aleksei. “To… perform… with us? Like a duet? Like a… like a mash-up?”

Leah tried to imagine Niamh Black and Eraserhead’s styles combining, and came up with, well…nothing. Niamh’s most recent single was a sugary melody about hair and self-love, and Eraserhead’s most recent single was… not. It wasn’t that Leah disliked Niamh, just that she’d never voluntarily listened to any of her music, and for as long as she lived never would.

Leah took a deep breath, processing. “This is…”

“Amazing!” For once, it was Stefan doing the interrupting. He tucked his phone into his pocket, Niamh Black’s number safely recorded in his contacts. “I can’t believe it. I’m speechless!” He continued, clearly not speechless. “A charity concert with a pop star! You can’t buy this publicity! Zeke, you beautiful genius!”

Most unlike himself, Stefan threw an arm around the bassist’s shoulders, planting a kiss on his cheek. “Don’t be ridiculous. You’re not out of the band! You’re the life-blood of the band. In fact, have my job, too.” Stefan shook his head, glowing. “Beers are on me. We’re celebrating! And Zeke eats for free!”

“Dude.” Thea exchanges glances with Leah but is quick to join in on Stefan’s cheerful attitude. “How? Did you pay her? Owe her a favor now?” It’s played off as a joke, but ask Thea and she’d say Zeke never had any game. Although, if any of them were in his situation it would definitely be worth questioning.

Already flagging down the bartender and ready to tell them to put everything on Stefan’s tab she adds, “I think this is the most excited I’ve seen Stefan since he lost his virginity.”

“You think he’s lost it already?” Aleksei asks. 

He reminisced on his brief interactions with the pop star and wondered if she even knew just who’s band she was inviting onto the stage. It was good for publicity, even he couldn’t argue that. There was some bullshit about their integrity by playing with a pop artist but the idea of stealing the show was all too enticing. 

“Okay so we have a show with Niamh Black and Stefan’s fired. This is a time for celebrating.”

[buffysummers]

To the Bone (2017) dir. Marti Noxon

[euphoriacentral]

“Rue, it’s me. Are you okay?”

[nvtiveanimals-blog]

INSTAGRAMS OF LAND TOWN – 1/?

@nocoats @landtownbabe @honeyrodsoflandtown

[landtownbabe]

It was half past ten and Dove was having a hankering for her favorite ice cream. Her parents would scold her, complain about how years of paid training went to waste all because of a single indulgence. They meant well, she told herself. It was something she told herself over and over again lately. Her parents, her employers, they were all looking out for her best interest-- weren’t they?

She lets out an ah ha, picking up the Ben and Jerry’s and ponders briefly if Kilian would want something until a figure with a red hat is in her peripheral. Dove recognizes the logo and shakes her head. Curiously, she allows her eyes to wander to their face. She just found it hard to believe that someone could still possibly support such a monster.

The ice cream carton nearly falls to the floor but she manages to save it. It didn’t seem like he noticed her, but the Red Cape’s powers were more than impressive. Pulling up the hood of her sweatshirt she watches him, studies him, fighting the urge to attack him there. She’d never hear the end of it from Vaught or Terrance. Dove waits patiently for him to make a move.

[nocoats]

Only fools rush in.

[landtownbabe]

Starter for @honeyrodsoflandtown

Persephone was no stranger to the mortal realm. All things considered, she thrived in it. There was plenty of sunshine for her flowers to bloom, plenty of time to work with her mother on growing mortal crops, and plenty of time to rip off the heads of evil men. All in a day’s work. Her title, queen, meant little to nothing on the surface and that was where her frustrations lied. She knew who she was. She remembers ripping the pomegranate out of Hades’ hands like it happened yesterday. 

She worried, if her husband was forgetting who he was perhaps. While she loathed being apart from him just as much as he did, she struggled to grasp why he wanted to stay. For now, Persephone would enjoy the charade they were playing-- but her patience did often run thin. A prime example being that exact moment.

“You’re late.”

[landtownbabe]

nocoats

G E N E V I E V E‌:

    Clark rolled his eyes, releasing a sigh as he stepped in front of her and placed their order. With baby in hand, resting Jane against his hip, he spat to his wife in a hushed tone, “Really?Right here?” He was blatantly annoyed by her behavior, or to be more precise, her lack of self-control. There was a time and place for everything, and shedding tears while they were at the Stoneshade was neither the time or place. No matter the cause. Consequently, he moved off towards the side, and leaned his back against the counter that was the coffee pick-up when he continued, “Could you be anymore embarrassing? Everyone’s looking at you, and they probably think it’s because of me. What else would it be? So, take a breath. Collect yourself. Go find us a seat.” He bopped their baby up and down against his leg. “We’re in public, Gen.”

The only possible thing that could sour Genevieve’s mood further was the presence of her husband. She asked him to meet her there so she could take Jane off of his hands, a seamless and harmless interaction for any other couple. She can’t even acknowledge her daughter the moment Clark speaks. “What of it?” She snaps. He could get a rise out of her like no one else, in most cases that could keep a relationship alive and she hung onto that. Gen moves closer, speaking in a hushed tone so no one overheard. “Stop it. You’re being paranoid. I can’t collect myself when you’re breathing down my damn neck. Try thinking about someone else besides yourself for once.” Her eyes roll back like clockwork. “What? You don’t enjoy your wife embarrassing you? Shame.”

[landtownbabe]

nvtiveanimals

Maddox couldn’t help it; he cracked at smile a Freddie’s jab. She may have blatantly disrespected him on a regular basis, but, funnily enough, sometimes he found himself liking her more for it. That response depended on the day, of course. Some days he dreamed of throwing her contract out the window and making her hire her replacement. But today – today, Maddox was a Freddie fan. “Ha. Ha.” He responded, crossing his arms across his chest. “Perhaps I should. How about… the sum of your salary this year? If we’re feeling truly generous.”

If Maddox didn’t pay her with such an impressive salary, he could really drop dead. Well, he still could it would just suck a little bit more to be out of the job. Working for a Breckenridge no doubt would be impressive on a resume, but when you worked for one rich asshole you worked for them all. So, she settles to deal with the devil incarnate in order to put food on the table. No one was perfect. “You could. But if you use my salary then I won’t be here and then there’s no one to send the donation through or send your girlfriends flowers, so.”

[landtownbabe]

nvtiveanimals

She didn’t drink coffee, usually, but Delilah remembered that her friend had an audition nearby today, and had made a point of taking a long lunchtime in the hopes of being around when she was done. In fact, Delilah was just about to get out her dreaded phone to call her – the one that Malachi had bought her, in spite of Delilah’s objections – when she saw Genevieve standing at the counter of the coffee place.

“Oh, Gen,” She breathed, bypassing all of the people standing in line in front of her without so much as an apologetic smile in her haste to meet her friend’s side. “Are you alright? Did somebody say something?!”

The sight of Delilah does comfort Gen. If anyone were to see her in such a state she is relieved it was her dear friend. For someone who cried so much she truly hated it, especially in public. She’s able to ignore the whispers and eyes she felt on her, choosing to focus on the other woman. “I’m fine.” 

“Well, I’m not fine. I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me.” Genevieve replied with a shrug. “The jerks didn’t even let me finish my audition. Can you believe that? It was humiliating.”

[landtownbabe]

nvtiveanimals

Delaware watched him drag himself out of the dumpster, mesmerized. She had the look of a kid watching a grotesque magic trick at their fifth birthday party. That wasn’t too far from the truth; she may not be five, but this? This was a trip, and she wanted – needed – more.

She moved very abruptly in his direction, coming to a halt a little later than most would find comfortable, all the better to peer at him with. Delaware glanced around his shoulders, prodded at his ribs, looked up into his face and gave him a 1500 watt smile. “Dude. What?!” She supposed she’d expected him to, she wasn’t sure, be bleeding or something? At least. But the fact that he appeared unharmed… “Are you a stunt double or something?” The possibility sounded like it disappointed her.

But she looked up at the window he fell from again, remembering the prospect of dick frying at his words – and it truly was a testament to how taken by this moment she was that she’d managed to forget about that prospect – and was filled with gusto once more. “You’re not gonna keep going? Weak. Give me their name and number. I can probably take ‘em.”

Noah attempted a stand offish nature in hopes that the girl would move on after their brief interaction. There was so much going on in the town that he figured too many questions wouldn’t be asked. There were interesting things than a dead guy falling out of a window.

It doesn’t take him long to focus again. "I-” The lack of personal space startles him, and the starry eyes definitely caused some concern. “Hey-- No. No touching.” Noah jumps back and wags a finger to the stranger. He would’ve smacked her hand away if he hadn’t lost his gloves in the fall and there was no way he was going to dig through the dumpster. Well, he might if she continued to do whatever the hell she was doing. An accidental soul sucking was the last thing he needed. Besides Kisa and Lyons would be so disappointed.

He settles for stuffing his hands into his pockets. “A stunt double. That’s new.” Noah looks at her. “Does it seem like that guy and I facetime all day? Feel free to run up six flights of stairs.” So maybe he didn’t have the right hero persona to charm citizens, or the ability to be charming at all. 

Was she following him? “Are you following me?”

[nocoats]

—but I guess I was never much of a writer.

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― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

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