#( con: beau. )

[binnas]

p. beau ayuda a binna a cubrir una ventana con cartón antes del amanecer.  — @beaudngz

cada movimiento requiere de su esfuerzo y lo que antes era pan comido, ahora le cuesta el triple, tanto que alguien más debe ayudarla. patético. ' gracias. ' suelta con energía que le queda y se recuesta en la pared, buscando un apoyo que le permita mantenerse de pie. ' ¿estás bien? ' pregunta mirando al chico, como si no fuera ella quien se enfrentó a un montón de guardias anarquistas que pretendían retenerla y ahora tiene heridas por todas partes del cuerpo.  

[patopq]

A mighty nein moment that- doesnt live rent free in my head. in fact it breaks in and steals every braincell i have left, is when caleb and essek were deep in aeor ruins, saw a luxon in a book, discovered a bunch of nerd wizard TIME shit together, and when caleb looks at essek, says

"Unbelievable, isn't it?" Except he doesnt say it, he ACCIDENTALLY THINKS IT??

[dirtyassvoiceactors]

NAT 20 ON THE BEAU DICE LETS FUCKING GOOO!!!

Beau blessing a Strength check to Laudna

Even though ironically Beau’s dump stat is also strength kkkk

[nikitahall]

' ¿como lo haremos? ' pregunta reflexiva, su propia mente comienza a pensar en posibilidades, formas de evitar la violencia que tanto rechaza. ' ¿con nuestras disciplinas, tal vez? ' prosigue, alzando la mirada nuevamente, buscando aceptación en rostro ajeno. ' de acuerdo. ' a pesar de que por dentro tenga dudas, de que no lo conozca y no sabe si puede o no confiar en él, es su mejor chance ahora mismo, razón por la cual comienza a subir las escaleras sin objeción ni preguntas. ' hm, ¿que querrán realmente? ' porque sospecha que no se trata solo de destruir el palacio, que hay un trasfondo más complicado detrás. @beaudngz

@nikitahall le concede pequeño bosquejo a pesar de la situación, cerrando fuertemente sus puños. ' defendámonos sin lastimarles entonces. ' no está al cien porciento de acuerdo con ella, mas entiende cuán fácil es empatizar. ' sube las escaleras y continuemos por los pasillos. se escucha menos ruido por allí. ' tampoco detecta marcados movimientos de esa zona, procurando que nadie les sorprendiera por detrás. un camino complicado de artículos rotos por el suelo. ' wow, el príncipe se enojará por el estado del palacio. '

[edrake]

X-Men ‘97 Episode 5 *spoilers ahead*

[torturedmuses]

"this love is good. this love is bad this live is alive back from the dead."

( @lostxones )

[snowfea]

Marine Le Pen inéligible je vous en SUPPLIE, qu'il y ait des conséquences à ses actions

[binnas]

' me gusta. ' asiente con la cabeza, satisfecha con respuesta ajena, que se arriesgue es suficiente para binna. ' aunque en el fondo no estoy tan segura de si te animarías a hacerlo. ' supone que se quedará con aquella duda por siempre considerando que solo miembros del sabbat tienen permitido arriesgarse. ' ¿por qué lees esos libros en primer lugar? ¿no hay nada mejor que hacer en tus noches? voy a tener que invitarte tragos más seguido. ' se burla de él con una sonrisa, mostrando abiertamente el buen humor que experimenta. ' ¿entonces es un sí? ' sigue algo insistente, tal vez, y es que en el fondo no le importaría no verlo allí, entiende que sí es ridículo, pero, ¿lo haría por ella? ¿se presentaría de todas formas? ' vergüenza es ser un cobarde, beau. ' corrige alzando su dedo índice como si se tratara de una maestra jardinera, en un gesto casi solemne. ' nunca lo olvides. ' @beaudngz

@binnas ' no abortaría la misión. ' por más dementes que costumbres de clan sean, teme que retroceder en momentos como actuales sumaría problemas. ' sabes, meses atrás leí un libro interesante. los personajes secundarios tenían una torcedura de degradación, ¿por qué me haces recordarlo? ' ningún reconocimiento atraviesa amistosas orbes, levantando manos como medida de apoyo. ' de saberlo con tiempo, hubiera comprado pompones. muy ridículo un miembro de la camarilla en modo team sabbat. ' enfatiza compartiendo broma, sumiéndose en corto silencio, expresando sus pensamientos. ' ganarás. sino tendré que usar una enorme bolsa negra para ocultar la vergüenza de tu derrota. ' comenta a modo de juego, sabiendo que no le decepcionara y estará bien.

[nintresh]

Opened an embarrassing amount of Heroes of Exandria card packs and I didn't get a SINGLE Beauregard character card. I think each pack has one character card in it? So the standard art versions are supost to be very common. So probability wise I SHOULD have gotten a Beau but I now have multiples of EVERY OTHER character card but not a single Beau. Mildly upset.

[pigeonneaux]

UH OH!

[malkaviian]

esto quizás sea tonto, pero me di cuenta de que existe la posibilidad de que beau, apollo, blade, chase y finnley hayan ido a la misma secundaria

[sylvcn]

꙳ ⟢ ∗ privado tres de tres con @cxjng

' lamento la demora, el ascensor hizo como tres paradas. ' pudo haber usado las escaleras pero eso va en contra de su imagen, además se habría arruinado el peinado antes de tiempo y eso si no puede permitirlo. ' bueno, ¿estás listo? vi que hay una heladería buenísima por aquí cerca. ' ¿su fuente de información? tiktok, como siempre, per hasta la fecha no le ha fallado en sus recomendaciones. ' ¿se te antoja caminar? '

[michaelwatt]

yerlilbeau → michaelwatt

I've finally got internet at my house so I've returned with that impulsive url/username change taking over

Don't expect me to be on too terribly much tho. But I'mma try uploading some oc art on my art blog.

[merqries]

' aw ¿estx eres tú? estás horrible ' obviamente emplea tono burlón mientras sostiene una de las fotografías de une niñe con un disfraz de cerdito, aparentemente en una obra escolar. ni siquiera está segura de si interlocutore es persona retratada en la foto, pero si tiene oportunidad de burlarse lo hará.

[thisisnotthenerd]

finished my mighty nein speedrun. four weeks. all 141 episodes. no talks because i don't have the time to go looking for it. i feel like i've been on a bender.

but i've noted a few things about them that powered my hyperfixation:

they're so conversant with each other. every person talks to every other person either in one on one or in group conversation and they do so with regularity. for a group that was very hesitant to share their backstories at first they really read as close friends in a trusted circle.

how strategic they are. sometimes they're chucklefucks, as all adventuring parties tend to be, but they try to hit the ground running. sometimes it takes some talking through, but they make complex and unexpected decisions that change the course of encounters in seconds.

their even distribution of skills. they have good INT (caleb, beau, veth), good WIS (caduceus, jester, caleb, beau), good CHA (fjord, caduceus, caleb), good STR (yasha, jester), good DEX (beau, veth, molly), and good CON (fjord, yasha, jester, beau). they cover all of their bases and specialize where they need to in order to get the most out of their checks (caduceus with perception, caleb, beau and veth on investigation, fjord on persuasion/deception, yasha and jester for athletics, so on and so forth).

the strong motivations that drive them. each one of them has individual goals that they're pursuing that drive them both to conflict and to forward trajectory. fjord, finding out about his patron and choosing between the paths offered to him. jester, sowing chaos in the name of her god as she explores the world. caleb, fleeing from his past until he turns to seek justice in the name of his homeland. veth, seeking her family and her body back. yasha, seeking redemption and an end to the violence that defined her life. molly/kingsley, living life to the fullest and making something of the fragments he was left with. caduceus, serving his god to save his home and family. beau, finding direction in seeking the truth. even when they're pursuing a goal that only pertains to one of them particularly, they all are still present and progressing through their own goals, i.e. travelercon

there's more but i'm tired and can't process more right now.

[sudsnribbons]

Porch-swing angel. | B.A

DBF!Beau Arlen x F!Reader

MDNI

Warnings: SMUTT, age gap (reader is legal to drink, beau is early 40s), use of petnames (sweetheart, darlin', ect.), loss of a parent, beau being a sweetheart, oral (f rec.), exhibition, dub-con if you squint (both are under the influence), drinking, ooc beau? cum eating? i think thats it! lmk!!

Wordcount: 2,432

A/N: Beau Arlen has consumed me. I've seen like 1 episode of big sky so don't come for me. This is a result of insomnia and access to my notes app. Very loosely inspired by 'Porch Swing Angel' by Muscadine Bloodline! Hope you enjoy!!

Part one | Part two | Final

First it was the fridge light. easy fix, right?

A few youtube videos later and that was back in business.

But then.

Almost like the universe had it out for you–

The shower.

That god awful noise as it would drip just loud enough to keep you up.

You put it off for a week, figuring it would subside.

You never were that lucky.

--

Your fathers best friend,

Beau Arlen.

Sheriff Arlen and your father go way back, they met in highschool. Your father went to college and got married shortly after. Beau? Well despite his unruly teen years, became a man of the law.

You had moved into your dad's place right after he passed. Along with the deed to his beautiful home, was a note from your father.

"If you need anything, Arlen is right next door. He'll take care of you sweetheart."

- Love, dad

Your heart ached as you read the note, secured by a magnet on your fridge.

You really had tried not to call him. It had been over 6 months since your father had passed. You had lost a father, yes. But Beau? He had lost his best friend. You didn't want to bother him if at all possible.

Yet here you are, house phone in hand, dialing that all too familiar number on the wheel.

One ring.

Two rings.

Three-

"Hello?" Beau's voice filled your ears.

Silence.

Is it too late to hang up?

"Hello? Anyone there?" he asks, southern drawl making your face heat up.

"Beau.. uhm Mr. Arlen-Sheriff Arlen-" you stumble over your words, regretting the call all together.

"You alright sweetheart?" he asks, voice sounding worried.

"Yeah—uhm my dad left your number?" you mutter nervously over the line.

"Right, what can I do for you sugar?" god that voice.

"My shower broke and I tried to fix it and I've watched what felt like 100 youtube videos and I-" his voice halted your babbling.

"I'll be there soon sweetheart. I get off at 5." he smiles through his words, happy to help.

"5 it is sheriff." you anxiously play with the phone cord, wrapping the coil of wire around your fingers.

"Beau. Call me Beau." he corrected.

"Right—Beau." you nodded in understanding and hung up. Placing the old phone back on the dock.

--

To pass the time, you decided to make the recipe you'd put off for so long. Brown butter chocolate chip cookies, couldn't be too hard right? You've made cookies countless times.

Easy peasy–

Is what you thought you'd say, but after burning the butter 3 times you almost gave up.

The 4th time must be the charm because they turned out perfect. Flaky salt sprinkled over the cookie tray, to compliment the sweet.

Almost comical how perfect your timing was, as soon as you plated the cookies there was a knock at the door.

Wiping your hands on the patchwork apron, you rush to open the door.

There he was. Even more handsome than he used to be if that was even possible.

You hadn't seen Beau since your parents split up, ending up with your mother in Tennessee.

You'd almost forgotten just how handsome he was.

Grey streaks peppered in his beard, the start of the sunset reflecting the light just right enough to see them.

"Sheriff–Beau, come in." you corrected yourself, moving to the side so the man could come in.

"Smells good in here, what d'you make?" he questioned, walking straight into the kitchen just as he'd done many times before.

Smiling down at the plate of cookies, and sink full of dishes from your little endeavor.

"You can have as many as you'd like, I just need my shower fixed." you gestured to the plate, pulling the apron over your head and hanging it on a hook by the oven.

"Payin' me in cookies?" he joked, picking one up and taking a bite.

"If you'd let me." you smiled as you watched his eyes light up at the taste. "New recipe, you like 'em?" you ask, leaning your back against the oven.

Nodding, he groans "Lord yeah–best cookies i've ever had." you smiled at the praise. "Does your wife ever make you any cookies?" you questioned.

You had to–I mean look at him. You were desperate to know, any woman would be a fool not to pounce on the opportunity.

"Not married sugar." he laughed, finishing the cookie.

Awkward.

Wiping his hands over his denim-clad thighs he huffed out, "So what's wrong with this shower you were talkin' about?" he questioned, starting up the steps and down the hall. You followed like a lost puppy, he knew this house a hell of a lot better than you did.

Following him into the bathroom, "'S leakin' all over my floor." turning the dial on the out-dated shower, you quickly turn it off and watch water leak from the side.

He watches and nods, "Jus' needs some caulk." he waves it off like it's a simple fix.

Your voice gets caught in your throat as you cough. "I'm sorry, what?" your face is beat red.

"Ca-ulk sweetheart. The seal. S'gone bad." he pronounced the word slowly, quickly retrieving your mind from the gutter.

"Oh right–right of course." you replied, brushing your hair behind your ear.

"M'off tomorrow, I'll swing by Lowe's and get some. Fix ya right up." he smiled, exiting the bathroom and heading downstairs.

Meeting the man in the kitchen, you bent down in the cabinet to get some tupperware. Pulling the blue bowl from the shelf, you pack some cookies away before sealing the lid.

Sliding the tupperware towards Beau, "Can't eat a dozen cookies by myself. You wanna take these home and help me out a little?" Smiling warmly at the man to persuade him, as if it took much.

"Thanks sweetheart. I’ll be over 'bout 2 tomorrow. Does that work for ya?" he asked, wrapping his fingers around the bowl, making it look smaller than it was in his hand.

"2 works for me!" you said as you walked him to the door.

--

Your alarm tried to wake you up, 4 times. Damn you and heavy sleep. What finally got you was knocking at the door. Shooting up from bed, you glance up at the clock at 2:15pm.

Fuck.

Springing out of bed like some cartoon character you stumble around your room trying to get changed out of your pajamas, "'M comin'! One second!" you yell, shuffling through your closet to find a hoodie to just throw over the tank-top you'd slept in.

You decided on a dark blue hoodie, embroidered with 'Big Sky High, Class of '01'. leaving on the shorts you had on, socked feet pattered down the steps and to the front door.

"Mornin' to you too." he smiled, taking in your disheveled appearance.

"Didn't mean to sleep that long." you rubbed your hand over your face, stepping to the side to let the man in.

"S'alright. haven't seen that thing in a while." he laughed, pointing to your hoodie.

Looking down, you replied. "Oh yeah–it was dad's. Did you have one?" you asked.

Walking up the steps, you followed behind him. Setting the Lowe's bag on the floor before he answered you. "That one is mine darlin'. Your dad graduated in 2000." he smiled looking down at you.

Blush crept up on your skin, "Oh I didn't know." he shook his head, "You're alright, looks better on you anyways." Beau muttered, pulling stuff out of the bag.

Filling the gun, to re-seal everything he started, "You plannin' on stayin' for good?" you nodded, leaning on the bathroom sink watching him work. "Yeah I think you're stuck with me Arlen." he shakes his head laughing, continuing to work with your company. "S'good. Gets lonely around here with your dad gone." his mood dropped–so did yours, at the mention of your father.

"Well y'got me now, and I bake killer cookies." you smile down at him crouched in the floor, trying to lighten the mood.

"Damn right." he smiled and stood up, "N'more leaky shower." wiping the excess off the gun onto his jeans. "My savior." you reply and he laughs. Both of you heading back downstairs.

"What do I owe you Beau?" you ask the man, starting to grab your wallet from the counter. Beau was quick to shake his head, "M’not takin' your money darlin'." he insisted, "How am I supposed to repay you?" you questioned. "Jus' keep savin' me some of those cookies, yeah?" he ran a hand over his beard. "Of course." you smiled at the man.

"Did you say you were off today?" you asked, leaning against the counter. "I am, why d'ya ask?" he questioned. "Well i was gonna make some dinner, I didn't know if you wanted to stay for a plate?" you offered and he was quick to accept. "I haven't had a home cooked meal in too long, I'd be a fool not to." he replied.

---

It was around 7:26pm when you finished up with dinner. You made a simple baked chicken with a few sides, and the help of Beau.

The two of you sat on your porch, sipping on a beer beside beau in the swing. "Are you even old enough to drink?" he asked teasingly as he popped the can tab. "Thought you said you were off today sheriff." you joked back.

It felt so easy—domestic almost, the way you two fit perfectly in the porch-swing. The breeze blowing your hair ever so slightly. Sun casting on your face, lighting up your eyes. The same ones you could have sworn just watched beau stare at you. Looking over at the man you couldn't help but smile.

"What's in that pretty little head of yours?" he asked, brushing your hair behind your ear. "Nothin." taking a sip of your beer–liquid courage, "Thank you for fixin' my shower Beau." he nodded, bringing the can from his hand to his lips. "S'no problem. Told your old man I'd take care of ya." you nodded, grateful to have someone to fall back on when you needed it.

Your arm brushed his as you leaned forward, setting the can on the table in-front of the swing. Cicadas filled the air with their voices, sun behind the mountains and trees. The porch light lit up the two of you. Warm amber-like light casted over Beau's face, all you could do was stare at him. Like he could disappear at any moment. Like you had to memorize every freckle and wrinkle on his face. "Got a starin' problem sweetheart." he chuckled lowly, taking another drink from the chilled can. Trying to ignore what you were doing to him.

This was wrong.

You're his late best friend's daughter.

Knowing your dad he'd rise from the grave and beat his ass for even thinking about you like that.

But God were you beautiful.

Seeing you in that hoodie was what really dealt him in.

His hoodie.

And now? You sat beside him, bare thigh brushing against his denim-clad one.

He felt the heat radiating off you, and it was driving him insane.

You sat, nursing a beer beside him. So unbothered and casual, yet so perfect at the same time.

He had to get out of here. do something.

Beau's resolve was crumbling more and more each time your eyelashes fluttered.

He leaned forward, setting down his empty can. A heavy hand fell on your thigh as he started to get up. "I better go home, it's gettin' late." he tried, to convince himself more than you.

Not wanting the night to end, you were quick to protest, "Wait–don't go yet." he stood in-front of you, waiting for you to say something.

You searched for a minute, trying to find something–anything to say. When you came up empty handed, you did the only other thing you could think of.

Leaning up on your tip-toes you pressed your lips to Beau's, eyes fluttering as you quickly pulled away.

Eyes wide in shock, you covered your mouth "Beau I’m so sorry I don't-" you started to apologize but he simply shook his head, leaning down to meet your lips with his again. "Tell me to stop and I will." he muttered, forehead against yours. Looking up into his eyes, "Don't–need you Beau." he smiled, hoisting you up in his arms.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, legs finding his waist. He walked you back until your back hit the siding of the house. Kissing down your neck, the friction from his beard sending chills down your back. "M'gonna take care of you sugar." Beau muttered against your neck. Sliding down the thin sleep shorts you had on from earlier, the fabric pooling around your knees. The cool breeze of summer air hit your core.

Pulling the shorts fully off, throwing them somewhere on the porch-swing beside you. Beau traced your slit, "No panties darlin'?" he asked, "Almost like y'wanted this." he teased you, and it was working. Sliding one finger inside. "I–fuck I did." you mutter with a gasp at the intrusion. Beau smirks, satisfied with his effect on you. "Soakin' wet for me angel." pushing another finger in, he starts to curl his fingers upward. As he kept brushing against that spongy-spot, you felt the band in your stomach wind tighter and tighter. "C'mon sweetheart let go for me." his words filled your ears and he kissed your lips, taking every moan that escaped your mouth into his. "Oh Beau!" you cried out as the elastic snapped, and white heat flushed over your body.

Brushing the hair out of your face, beau carried you over to the porch-swing. Setting you down, he found your shorts that were discarded earlier. Bringing his fingers to his mouth he groans at the taste, "Sweeter than those cookies y'made me." you cover your face, and beau guides your shorts back up your legs.

Sitting beside you, he traces your thigh. The loud ringtone on his phone broke the silence between you two. Looking down at the number he sighed, "I gotta answer this." you nodded. He was the sheriff.

You watched as his demeanor changed as he listened, "Okay–I'll be there in twenty." your heart dropped, you didn't want him to leave. Especially not after that.

The call ended and he looked at you with those green eyes, "I'm sorry darlin' they need me at the station." he leaned forward to kiss your lips, and you nodded in understanding.

"This isn't over angel." he shot you a smirk as he got in his truck, turning the ignition and pulling out of the gravel driveway the two of you shared.