#ladyreckoning

[supervisories]

@ladyreckoning​

She hears it too, right around the same time Veronica Lodge steps out of her room (she’s usually awake way past Veronica’s usual bed time), and it prompts her to stop typing her report on her government issued laptop. Quietly, and immediately, she reaches for the handgun holstered to her waist nearly at all times, makes sure it’s loaded, with a click just when Sawyer’s arm makes contact with Veronica’s chest, stopping her in her tracks. Her voice drops to a whisper and she shakes her head. ❛ Its okay. I’ll check it out. You should stay here, away from the windows...❜ 

And from danger entirely. She knows exactly who she’s protecting and why she’s here –– Veronica is the daughter of now, one of the FBI’s most wanted crime lords in the country, Hiram Lodge and in exchange for her testifying in front of a judge, surely to put him away for good, she’s been issued a protection detail. ❛ –– and keep your head down.❜ She cocks the gun, and quietly makes her way to the front door, watching cautiously as the shadow of someone’s feet casts onto the lit carpet, so she points the gun forward, and walks to the side of the door away from the crack, to look through the peephole. 

[sluething]

@ladyreckoning​

“ Something’s happening --” Its the first thing she manages to say when she pushes past the door of the Pembrooke and closes it behind her, dismissing for a second, Veronica’s carefully crafted Halloween costume, to lock the door behind her, all of them, one by one, double checking, triple checking, even taking a look through the peep hole to make sure no one had followed her in here. When Betty Cooper twists the knob of the door, thunder rumbles outside the Pembrooke windows, startling her and sending goosebumps down her spine. She’s covered in tiny little speckles of rain, some stain her shirt and the others fall freely down her pony tail, to her cheeks. She’s shivering, but for some reason, she opts to take off her coat, turning around and noticing -- as she looks at her ensemble (baseball tshirt and jeans) -- that she’d forgotten about her matching costume, and when she finally looks at Veronica standing in front of her, clearly concerned about Betty’s sanity, she forgets why she came here in a rush in the first place. Betty’s eyes drift from the top of Veronica’s head, down, and back up, mouth slightly agape. “ V --” And lightning strikes again, followed by another shake of roaring thunder, loud enough that it shakes her away from her ogling. “ You need to turn on the news”. 

[awesomegaydar]

@ladyreckoning​

She’s sitting on the edge of the steps outside the entrance of Riverdale High, holding an unopened flask on the inside of her arm while she holds her phone between her hands –– its cold, and she curses herself for leaving her jacket inside the gym, draped somewhere across a folded chair, and the red dress she’s wearing is doing nothing to keep her warm. Much to her dismay, Robin doesn’t text her back, and she rolls her eyes as she puts her phone down beside her and rolls her eyes in quiet exasperation. It is only then, when she dares look back to the double doors that open behind her, that she notices she’s not alone. 

Veronica Lodge in her light blue dressed glory appears, with tear stricken eyes and looking everything but joyous. She knows next to nothing about this small town’s very own Heiress, in fact, Santana had managed to make her strangely tumultuous years in Riverdale High fly under the radar of Veronica and her golden trio of weird friends, and she had considered that a victory, until she had suddenly waltzed into her life, three weeks before graduation, looking like something akin to heartbreak. And she usually wouldn’t care (usually), but Santana Lopez is nosy, and she has some time to kill –– “Ever considering emailing the company that made your mascara? All tears, no spills. One man’s trash is another man’s treasure.” But she stands anyway, snatching her clutch and her flask, before reaching inside to fetch some tissues for her. “Here. Let me guess –– they stopped playing the One Tree Hill Season 3 Soundtrack and moved on to The O.C and things got super depressing?”

[seesgood]

❝ yeah! ❞  her voice comes out sounding airy and light, too high pitched. an obvious lie.  ❝ yeah, totally, why --- why wouldn’t i be fine? i’m...someone just tried to shoot me. ❞  which is normal. which is totally and completely normal and she’s not freaking out because this is normal. and fine. and there’s absolutely nothing to freak out over except ---- except she’s starting to get that tight, panicky feeling in her chest and her fingers twitch at her side with the sudden urge to grab a scrub brush and furiously scour the bricks of the fireplace again.     ❝ someone tried to shoot me. ❞   she says it again, more evenly, trying to see if it makes more sense this time around.  ❝ why did someone try and shoot me? ❞         /          @ladyreckoning​   +   the totally legitimate ask that you just sent me that totally went through because tumblr never ever messes up at all :)   

[leroiloup]

► @ladyreckoning​  &  @sluething​

       Riverdale may not be the most highly sought town for any vampire, but Klaus found the quaint burrow to his liking ; for the time being, as it were. With a high casualty count, the cause from its own mortal occupants, he was sure that a few more bodies to pile up wouldn’t exactly raise eyebrows towards the clandestine world of the supernatural. He never stayed in one place for too long, anyway –– always on the move, following any leads to find the ingredients to break his curse. That didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy himself from time to time. Being an immortal vampire in the modern world was a gift, he had decided. The world was his oyster ; the cities his playground. He refused to deny who he was in order to stay tethered to a world that never wanted him in the first place.

As the vampire stalked the darkened alleys of the town one night, he set his eyes on a brunette that looked far too delicious to ignore. She appeared to be waiting for someone, making her easy pickings in his opinion. Having a little fun with his flair for the dramatics, he remained concealed in the shadows as he worked the air around them to produce a thick fog to slowly roll into the alley. The air grew chilly, setting the scene of any clichéd horror film. The sound of rustling, of disembodied breaths could be heard without any sight of the mysterious figure who watched the young brunette.

It wasn’t until Klaus was absolutely positive that he held her attention that he slowly walked out into the light. His peacoat flapped behind him in the wind and the fog parted in his wake. Dark eyes were locked onto his victim, feeling his veins quiver in anticipation for the feast to come.  ❝ It’s quite dangerous to be out –– - alone, ❞ he commented, his accented voice as smooth as velvet. Only when his face came into full view for her, standing only a couple feet apart, did he allow his features to contort into visage of the monster that he truly is. Veins bulged around his black and red eyes and he grinned wide to reveal two pairs of sharp fangs. He didn’t bother to compel her, wanting to make the hunt more interesting. Then he lunged for her throat –– -

[awesomegaydar-a]

@ladyreckoning gets this even though i owe her like 10 drafts

there’s a commotion outside the pembrooke ,  people shouting expletives and the mirror images of two women catatonic ,  watching a stretcher being pulled into an ambulance ,  heavily guarded by the local police .  santana feels like she’s walking through a graveyard ,  though its not the moonlight that catches her reflection ,  its the blue and red lights of the patrol cars that nearly blind her when she manages to shrug past sheriff keller in an attempt to get to clear sight of veronica lodge in shock .  her estranged father’s threats are no match for santana’s tunnel vision ,  hand outstretching to touch veronica when she’s finally within arms reach . 

“  what happened ?”  she’s not sure her or hermione hear her ,  but when santana’s hands gently cup ronnie’s cheeks ,  she sees them ,  the bruises on her neck ,  fresh and clearly in the shape of heavy fingerprints . 

she’s only momentarily blinded by the lights of the ambulances when she’s practically lounging forward towards the stretcher where hiram lodge was being slowly carried in .  its definitely a spectacle for riverdale ,  a fresh gunshot wound that barely missed his artery ,  his wife’s bloody hands ,  surely front page material --- or maybe what would be plastered in the register is santana’s body being hurled back by tom keller ,  the police forming a barricade around the still alive body of evil incarnate ,  and santana thrashing enough to knee an officer in the gut .  the ringing in her ears stops ;  she can hear her own voice , finally .

“             he should be dead !  you should be SIX FEET UNDER for trying to strangle your own daughter ,  you sick son of  a  bitch ! ”

local cheerleader tries to strangle mayor’s husband .

[southsidelover]

some positivity for @ ladyreckoning? and for yourself! <3

spread a little sunshine meme + @chaosblossomed

Here’s one for the lovely @ladyreckoning

Now JJ is still someone new in my lil sphere out here in the world, but that doesn’t mean she hasn’t made one hell of an impression. I have this thing where I just fucking LOVE people who walk the walk and talk the talk. Meaning, they do what the fuck they say, and fight for the right thing, even if it hurts like hell. And JJ does that, day in, day out. It’s thankless most of the time, but I do want to take a moment to say thank you, JJ, for doing all the things that you do. Because you don’t have to. You could take it easy, but you don’t. And it’s because of that, that you are a woman of principle and justness, and I admire the fuck out of you for that.

This new year is, I hope for you, a year where you have to fight a little less because perhaps the world will be a little bit more wise. I hope you find that the people that surround you and take their time to know you, and there to support you endlessly, and help you when you feel you can’t do this anymore. I want you to know you are admired and cared for in this life, and that you are a fucking fabulous human being. JJ, you are cool as shit! Don’t lose that in yourself. Because we all see that light in you.

Now for... ME!!! Because I see you, Steph, I do. But okay. Z. I’m so proud of you. This year you’ve taken so many positive steps in your life, even if a lot of things got crammed into the end of the year. You’re engaged to a man that you truly love and have worked very hard to build a partnership with. You bought a house! And you accomplished that goal you set for yourself 10 years ago, to visit every single continent on this beautiful planet of ours before 30. This year is going to be a rush of exciting and terrifying things, from walking into a property that is yours, to walking down the aisle... but never forget, through it all, you have all your friends, you have a great family that loves you, and that you’ve worked hard and you deserve these things. Don’t let fear get you down. You got this. 

[attentiverenegades-blog]

wanting   to   murder  hiram  lodge?   now,  that  was  high  up  on  her  to-do  list, if  not  the  first  bullet  point.   though,  after  hermione  had  informed  jennifer  that  her  daughter  had  left   &  was  sleeping  at  the  speakeasy..   she  couldn’t  help  but  feel  some  sort  of  responsibility  to  lighten  the  burden.   walking  downstairs,  she  glances  around  the  space  before  she  clears  her  throat.  there  she  is,  a  sleeping  veronica  lodge,  squished  into  a  booth.  kid  was  resilient,  she  had  to  hand  it  to  her.  “  psst,  wake  up, “  she  says,  sitting  at  the  end  of  the booth,  nudging her  ankle.  “  veronica,  “  she  says  again,  watching her.   /   @ladyreckoning  !