#in a series full of unhinged women she is my favorite unhinged woman

[kiiratart]

MERCYMILF

Second Duplicitous Slut to serve the King Undying

[miseria-fortes-viros]

(I'm the anon who doesn't know who u r lmao) sure okay tell me about the raven cycle. What's ur best propaganda 👀 what is it about??

oh it’s got EVERYTHING u could possibly ask for but here are some of my favorite things without giving too much away

- not platonic not romantic but a secret third thing (so devoted the lines blur)

- manic pixie dream girl (affectionate) who rebels by hanging out with a generic rich private school boy

- pining

- pining (unhinged)

- doomed by the narrative (and everyone knows it and is actively trying to fight the narrative in a dark alley)

- a house full of psychic women who love drama

- boy who is so autistic about stuff that he discovers magic

- murder! mayhem! violence!

- pain! suffering! sickeningly sweet slowburn!

- just guys being pals nothing to see here

quotes!

“if you had a special knack for finding things, it meant you owed the world to look.”

“so many things survived here without really living.”

“you’re looking for a god. didn’t you suspect that there was also a devil?”

“she’s a lovely woman, i suppose, if you like them bald and racist.”

“WAKE UP, FUCKWEASEL, IT’S YOUR GIRLFRIEND!”

“you’re a bastard and this doesn’t seem like typical bastard activity.”

anyways i love this series very much and i think everyone should read it. the audiobooks are available on spotify to anyone with a subscription :)

[hertzwritings]

Play with me, chapter 2

A/N: another day, another part to my very unhinged August series! I’m glad you guys like a little unhinged reader and some serious killing-issues. Again, a massive thanks to @staysluttymyfriends97​ for giving me ALL the ideas for this fic.

You can buy me a coffee here and I’ll write you a personalized drabble, oneshot or multichapter fic!

Love y’all and remember, feedback feeds the soul and my requests (and askbox) is always open – there’s no limits because I am me, and I have none.

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Pairing: AU!August Walker x Unhinged!Female reader

Warnings: Mentions of murder, mentions of blood, mentions of knives, mentions of guns, language, smut (MINORS DNI), dirty talk, praise-kink, daddy-kink, public sex, fingering, oral (m receiving), cream pie, a smidge of breeding kink, slight knife-play, breath-play, p in v, unprotected sex, probably a BUNCH of other warnings I forgot about

Wordcount: 3.500

 Who owns you?

  See, the thing with August was, that he never went halfway with anything. Since Y/N was hellbent on acting out her little schemes, it felt wrong for him to still be in any type of law enforcement – which led to this.

Their little Lover’s Lane-business. He hated the name, but Y/n had looked at him with wide doe-eyes when she came up with it and he had no choice but to go along with it. Not that he minded an awful lot, because he was finally free of arbitrary binds of normal society, which had shackled him more than he realized, and the amount of freedom he felt when he was trailing a perp, made both him and Y/N giddy. He didn’t need the money or reputation, anyway, having more than enough for several lifetimes from his earlier work – and Y/N apparently made a good income in the revenge-business. No matter to him, he’d gladly follow her anywhere, sleep under a bridge and never have a clean button-down again.  

Which led them to right here, outside of a dingy motel-room, where they had been tipped off that a guy, who had been drugging and assaulting women, stayed. Y/N was giddy with excitement, and he had to readjust himself in his pants, that felt a little too tight now – she was wearing that goddamned skirt that made him lose his mind, and with the way she was jumping up and down, he got a very good show. “Come on, let’s go, daddy!” She smirked at him, but he held her back for a few seconds. “I know you’re roaring to go, but can you at least take this with you?” He asked, handing her a small gun. She frowned at it and held it like it burned her. He rolled his eyes and her and forced her to look at him, her chin and cheeks in his hand. “Daddy says take it. What do you say?” “Thank you, daddy.” She smiled, her nose crinkling in that particular way that made him throb, and she kissed him chastely on the lips before opening the door and letting him go inside first, rummaging through her bag.

He smiled tightly at the woman at the counter, while Y/N waved, and they continued to room 7, the one furthest away from the reception; he turned to look at Y/N, who winked at him and fastened her favorite butterfly-knife in her leg-holster – he preened with pride at that, it was a gift from him -  and nodded once, ready to go, her gun in her hand. He smirked deviously and kicked the door open, running inside and shooting the guard on the left. The man in the middle of the room held his arms up, his face contorted with fear as August lay waste to his bodyguards. He made quick work of the man, tying him to a chair with strips and standing up to his full height, sneering down at the asshole of a man in front of him. It was always the goddamned CEO-types.

He turned around with a frown when he heard small little pew, pew, pew’s coming from behind him, Y/N squirting water at the dead men around them with a fucking watergun. “I gave you a real one!” He said with eyes rolling. She snickered and shot the man square in the face with water from the gun, he very much did not give her. “Shh, less questions, more killing.” The man whimpered – what was his name, John something? – at her words. August raised an eyebrow at him. “Did you really think it would go any other way?” he asked. The man looked to Y/N with pleading eyes and August just laughed, gesturing to the vixen. “Trust me, you’d much rather have me handle you than her. She likes to play with her food.” Y/N smirked, a fire dancing wildly behind her eyes as she stomped down on one of the men, laying on the floor – he was still moaning, and the loud crunch of bones breaking indicated that he wouldn’t get back up. She ran to August and kissed him deeply, her hand grazing his hard length. He was never not hard when he saw her work. She turned to face the bound man with a wide smile, her lipstick smeared a little across her lips. “Hiya, John.” She leaned over him, her hands resting on the arms of the chair as she stared him in the eyes. August groaned as he saw her skirt ride up, and her bare pussy on display; she was wearing crotchless panties. She grabbed her butterfly-knife from her holster and ran it across the man’s face – to August, it looked enticing and downright sinful, but the man whimpered in fear. “Now… How smart is it on a scale of one to idiotic, to drug women and take them home?” She turned her head a little to the side as the knife ran down his abdomen. “Because I say… Pretty idiotic.” Quicker than anybody could see, she removed the knife from his abdomen and buried it under his kneecap, pushing it out of place. The man roared in pain as his kneecap loosened and she shot August a smile; he barely had the wherewithal to look at her face, eyes on her glistening pussy. “Now…” She turned back to the man, her hips swaying, and smiled at him. “We know you’re not alone in this.” August moved to stand behind her, his fingers lazily dragging across her lower back. “And for your sake, you would be wise to tell us who…” She ended her sentence in a moan, as August pushed a long finger inside of her, slowly pumping in and out of her. She bucked her hips and moaned again, holding a finger up to the man, who was both crying in pain and looked very confused. “Hang on, my partner in crime is doing me, give me a few minutes.” She said casually and turned her face to August, who smiled and added another finger. She was slick as hell, dripping arousal on his hand. “Daddy, what are you doing?” she asked breathily, rolling her hips with his fingers. He was throbbing and had half a mind to just fuck her here, letting the man have one good show before he died. “We wouldn’t have this problem, if you hadn’t worn crotchless fucking panties, baby girl.” He whispered, his free hand grabbing her hair and tugging it. She whimpered and he felt her tighten around his fingers. He’d never get enough of that feeling. He sped up and she mewled, her pussy making the sweetest noises at him. “I wouldn’t call it a problem…” She moaned and pushed back against him, her fingers grabbing his wrist as he fucked her with his long fingers. She came hard around him, and he grunted at the feeling of her dripping heat tightening around him – why he had such a problem controlling himself around her, he’d never know. She sighed happily and he slowly removed his fingers, sucking them clean. “At least next time, wear pants.” He said with a smile. “Why? You just gave me every reason not to.” She grinned and kissed him with soft lips, smearing her lipstick on his face. “Sorry for the interruption.” She said sweetly to the man, who was sporting a hard-on – she had noticed. “Now, that won’t do, will it?” She removed the knife from his knee and August couldn’t help the glee in his body as she drove it through the hardened length, a roaring screech filling the room. “There, much better.” “Now, if you’d want to avoid more of that…” August pointed to Y/N, who saluted him with a wide grin. “you’d be better off just giving us names. At least your death will be quick.” The man rambled a few names off, some of them already well-known, some new, and August nodded once to Y/N, who grinned and dislodged her knife from his length. August made little effort into the killing, simply shooting the man in the back of the head, and grabbed Y/N by the waist, leading her out. They had spent maybe a minute or two too long in there, but it was worth it.

“Wanna go for the next round or call it a day?” She asked happily, removing her wig and letting her own hair tumble out. He smiled, his cock yet again straining against his pants. “Let’s call it. I’m in the mood for a beer.” He said, kissing her forehead.

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He sat on his chair, fingers around the neck of his beer and cock still straining against his pants, while Y/N was in the bathroom. The bar was dingy and a little filthy, but it was fine for the purpose of having a celebratory drink – it had become sort of like a ritual for them, at this point. They’d drink and they’d fuck and then they’d go out the next day, finding their targets.

A woman slid onto the stool next to him, her smile wide and eyes blown out with lust. “Hi.” She said in a sultry voice. He sneered and nodded at her as a greeting. “You look like you could use some help, there, honey…” She wasn’t afraid, that’s for sure. Her fingers traveled along his thigh and upwards to his hard cock. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” He said in a clipped tone. “Why? You’d make me hurt?” She asked with a wink, clearly not getting the hint. He simply nodded to his side, where Y/N had appeared with fire in her eyes. “No, but she might.” Y/N smiled sweetly and slowly laid her hand on top of August’s knee, her knife pressing down on the woman’s fingers. She yelped, and kept her hand completely still, a little bead of blood pebbling around the blade. Y/N leaned forwards. “Touch him again and you’re never touching anything again.” She whispered dangerously in the woman’s ear, who nodded with wide, terrified eyes and left as soon as Y/N had lifted the knife from her fingers. August grinned at her. She scowled and jumped into his lap, grinding down on him. “Just one unjustifiable kill. Please, daddy?” she pouted and grabbed his beer, her eyes trained on the woman, who was in a hurry to get her things packed. “You know, you can’t just kill everybody who looks my way.” “She touched.” She nearly growled. That’s not an excuse.” She huffed at that and turned her face to him, kissing him deeply. “You’re no fun.” “Violence isn’t always the answer, baby girl.”

Hours later, he reemerged from the bathroom, eyes scanning the place for his perfect, baby girl. He saw red at the same time as he saw her; she was smiling and a guy had his hand on her lower back, a thumb dangerously close to the swell of her ass. He marched over there and grabbed Y/N, holding her tightly to his body. “Damn, dude, relax.” The guy smelled like stale beer and tobacco. “Don’t touch what isn’t yours.” August spat. “Jeez, chill down, it was just her little as…” He didn’t finish. August grabbed tight hold of the man’s pitiful wrist and broke it in a single move, the screaming filling the bar – August led Y/N outside quickly, pulling her to the back and slamming her against the wall. “You said I couldn’t do anything!”  Y/N pouted. “This was different.” “You broke his wrist, the bone popped out!” “Different.” He spat, his trembling hands on her arms. “Oh, so you’re allowed to use violence?” he growled at her brattiness.   “You want to see violence, baby girl?” He asked dangerously. She quirked an eyebrow at him. “Violence, pffht.” He nudged her legs open with his knee. “I’ll give you fucking violence.”

She mewled as his hand found her throbbing center, shoving two, thick fingers inside of her and began fucking her wildly with his fingers. He was growling and grunting, keeping her against the side of the building as his fingers pounded in and out of her, drawing the most priced sounds out of her mouth. She clawed at his back, her nails tearing holes in yet another shirt, and he growled, biting down on her neck, marking her clearly as his. “You were such a bad girl in there, weren’t you, baby girl?” he mumbled against her skin. She moaned. “Sorry, daddy…” He added another finger, and his movements became rougher, his cock straining against the fabric of his pants so hard, it hurt. He groaned and pulled away, turning her to face the wall – her arms scraped against the brick, drawing a little blood, but she merely moaned at it. He grabbed her knife from her holster – now pristinely clean – and held it to her throat, while he unbuckled his pants with fast fingers. She mewled and pushed her ass back. He smacked her ass hard, the sting vibrating through his hand and her hips buckled. “Don’t you fucking dare.” He murmured dangerously, drawing the knife down her chest, cutting her shirt open. She whimpered at the sensation. “Sorry, daddy, I’ll be good.” She whimpered at the feeling of the knife pressing against her skin and he chuckled darkly. “Yeah? You’re going to be my good, little cum-slut, are you?” She nodded vigorously and he pressed the knife harder against the swell of her chest. “You’ve been so fucking naughty, baby girl… Wearing those panties just for me, huh?” He grabbed her skirt and yanked it up, looking at her ass before smacking it hard again. He heard voices coming from outside of the bar, and he pushed himself against her. “Can you be a good, little girl and be quiet for daddy? We don’t want people finding you like this, do we?” He mumbled, biting down on her shoulder. She whimpered and moaned loudly. “I think I have to shut you up…” He grumbled and turned her again, kissing her deeply and roughly, tongue battling against each other. “Knees. Now.” He grunted against her, and she dutifully slid down on her knees, hissing a little at the feeling of the gravel on her bare skin. He was still holding the knife in his hand, and he slid it over her cheekbone, making her breath hitch. “Now, be a good little cum-slut and take me in your mouth, baby…” She whined and opened her mouth, hands already pushing his pants down around his knees, letting his hard cock spring free; she took him in his mouth instantly, and he groaned at the feeling of the head hitting the back of her throat. She moaned around his cock, the vibrations going straight to his heart, and he jerked his hips forwards a little, forcing himself deeper inside of her throat. Tears welled in her eyes, and she gagged around him, but her lips formed a smile round his cock. She loved it just as much as he did. “Fuck, look at you, my dirty, little whore… You’re taking me so fucking well, aren’t you? Choking on my cock, making it wet for me?” He was moaning in between words, jerking his hips against her and she gagged louder; he pinched her nose and began roughly mouth fucking her. She heaved around his hard length, and he chuckled at her. “Aw, my baby needs a break? You want to breathe, baby girl?” he mumbled, driving his cock down her throat. She nodded desperately and he removed his fingers from her nose, her breathing staggered and strained; he felt his cock twitch in her mouth, and he pulled out, determined to fill her. He could smell her.

He pulled her to her feet with her exhaling a small squeak, and pushed her against the wall again, face boring into the brick. “Look at my little girl. Are you going to be good for daddy?” “Yes, please, daddy, please…” She wiggled her ass a little, hoisting the skirt up to expose herself. He spat at her exposed pussy and let his thumb rub the spit around her already dripping folds. “Are you going to be quiet when I fuck you? Or do I need to fuck you dumb?” He asked, flinging the knife to the ground and grabbed her throat with rough fingers; she whined as he pushed his length against her folds, still not entering her. “I’ll be good, daddy, I promise!” She whimpered. “That’s my girl.” He pushed into her with one thrust, his cock buried in her tight pussy, and he growled at the feeling; she was already clenching around him, her body shaking. “Fuck….” He began fucking her deeply, dragging his cock against her walls with ferocity. “Look at how good you take me, baby… You look so fucking beautiful, full of my cock…” He managed to fish his phone out of his pocket, snapping a few pictures of his cock inside of her, stretching her out. “Daddy!” She moaned his name like a fucking prayer, and he held her throat even tighter; he could feel her swallowing against his hand, and it made him twitch inside of her. “Does my little whore want to cum?” He asked, driving his cock as deeply as he could inside of her. She moaned and nodded, her words nothing but lost breaths on her tongue, and he chuckled darkly, removing his hand from the wall and slapped her cheek so hard, it left a full handprint. “Fucking cum for me, baby girl. I want to see you cum on my cock.” He growled as he felt her clench tightly around him and her body tense up; her arousal dripped down her legs, the sounds of her wet pussy filling his ears – he could do this forever if need be. And need… Fucking be.

She met his thrusts, bouncing on his cock as she rode out her orgasm, her hands trying to find purpose on the wall, as he drove into her deeply. He was getting close as well, and he pulled her hair back, letting the back of her head rest on his shoulder, arching her back, and he was spearing her on him. He was a collected man under normal circumstance, but seeing a man have his eyes and hands on something that was his sent him into overdrive. Jealousy flared in him again. “You’re mine, baby girl. You’re my little cumslut, aren’t you? Fuck, you’re made for my cock, your tight little pussy so wet for me…” He held her around her waist, almost lifting her off from the ground; she was whimpering, pleading, sweet little daddies tumbling from her lips. “I’m going to fucking fill you, little one… Let you walk around with my fucking cum inside of you for the rest of the day.” He was losing himself completely, not a care in the world about who overheard or even saw their display. He let her go and pushed her against the wall again, bending her over. He hammered into her with ferocity and caught a glimpse of two men, who looked at them in awe; he narrowed his eyes at them, and they quickly scrambled to get away.

“Fuck! You want me to fill you up, baby girl, you want daddy’s cum?” “Yes, daddy, ple---” She cut off in a scream as she came again, his cock twitching in her as he pounded her roughly, her skin getting scraped up; there was something completely feral in him, that made him sneer at the sight of her arms, rough with scrapes and bruises and he felt himself tumble over the edge as well, shooting hot ropes of cum inside of her.

They both moaned at the feeling of him filling her completely, and he didn’t stop driving his cock inside of her until he was pushing some of his cum out again. He slowly pulled out with a hiss, and she sagged against the wall, her pussy throbbing, as he got on his knees and began slowly pumping his fingers in and out of her, making sure not one drop of his spend was wasted on the ground.

Finally, he stood and pulled her to his lips, kissing her deeply. She moaned against his lips and smiled, still shaking slightly. He gently let his thumb ghost over the handprint on her cheek, slightly worried he had overdone it. She grabbed his hand and kissed his palm. “Don’t worry, I’m not hurt, daddy.” She mumbled before her eyes found his.

“I love you.” She whispered happily and his heart swelled; he wasn’t an emotional man in any way, and he had shied away from feelings for most of his life, but this woman in front of him… Wild, to the point of insanity, her eyes deep with love and understanding, her lips a sanctuary for him… He loved her.

“As I do you.”

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[that-little-zebunny]

The Cursed Beauty: Chapter one

Pairing: Beast/Prince!James Bucky Barnes x Beauty!Reader (Beauty and the Beast AU)

Warning: this is an 18+ fic!, attempted rape, injury, assault.

Word count: 1,241

Summary: Beauty's curse. :’(( lets keep it that way. Pilot chap 💕

Note: this is something that came up on my rewatching the beauty and the beast 2017 movie on my sad brain day 😅 hope you'll enjoy this. Feedback and comments are so so appreciated 💜 thank you for reading!

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You just bid your Father goodbye as he head off to an inventors fair out of town. You prayed for his safe journey and went on with your day. Cleaning the house, feeding the animals, tending your little vegetable garden and your favorite time of the day to finish reading the latest book you’ve burrowed. It was such a lovely story. A lady went on an adventure to find herself and find love. It was almost on the exiting part when you heard continues knocking on your door.

You sighed and got up to see who it is knocking annoyed for having the need to stop reading.

“Who is it?” You asked, removing the lock on your wooden door.

“Y/N, lovely evening. It’s just me Romlow.” Said the person outside. Knowing who it is made you more annoyed. Brock Romlow the town chief and also the most self-centered brute you ever met.

You opened the door wide enough to peak but not wide for him to get in.

“How can I help you?” You asked him trying to hide your annoyance. It wasn’t a secret that he fancies you but you really don’t find him attractive unlike the other girls. He would walk in front of them and they’ll melt. So silly.

“We’ll I saw your father left earlier. I just want to check if you’re doing well on your own tonight.” He said his eyes roam up and down your form. Luckily you haven’t change to your night dress. The way his eyes run up and down your body makes you want to puke your dinner.

“I am perfectly fine, Chief Romlow. Thank you for going out of your way to check.” You said smiling politely at him. He looked at you in a long nerve racking minute before nodding to himself and left.

Your heart was beating badly when you finally closed the door. You really don’t understand the way he acts around you. Unlike the other ladies you don’t bother with how you look. You crave adventure and to be out in the world. You don’t plan on staying here forever, you thought as you walked back to continue reading your book before heading to bed.

  Something crashing from downstairs woke you up. One of the chicken must have slip in while you're closing up but you remembered checking if they're in their coop. Surely you'll notice? Lighting up your candelabra you went down frowning as another crashing sound came up.

As you reached the final step you saw a tall figure near your back door. The kitchen window is now unhinged from its place. You hurriedly covered you mouth as a gasp came up.

Intruder! You thought. Silently you blew the light from your candles and walked slowly to get back to your room to lock yourself inside. Half way up the stairs someone grabbed your ankle making you loose your footing. You covered your head in hopes to not hit the steps but you still felt a sting on the side of your left eye.

You got dizzy for a quick second as your attacker made you turn on your back. You tried to push him off you but he's too big he didn't even move a little with all the force you put.

"Stop! Please!" You begged and you heard a familiar annoying laugh.

"Now you're begging." Chief Brock said. "Been dreaming of having you begging for me." He laughed again making your stomach turn. He ripped your night gown exposing your chest.

No, this cannot happen. You thought. He cannot have you so while he's busy kissing your now exposed breast. You want to throw up but the need to make him stop in your main focus.

Trying to push his face away with your left arm you tried to find your candelabra with your free hand smashing it in his head as soon as you got hold of it.

"Goddamn it woman!" He said angrily. His hold to you loosen and you slipped away from his hold. Getting back to your room will not be an option anymore now that you know who your attacker is. He can just make up some story and get away with it.

So you dashed towards the kitchen area and used the open window he went in with wincing as you foot landed on some rocks. Fighting over the pain you felt all over you run. Running towards the dark forest hoping he wont be stupid enough to follow you there.

You run and run not caring where your feet are taking you. You don't know how far you've run when you saw a hay cart in a small cabin. There are light inside so hiding there wont be an option so with your shaking legs you got up the hay cart.

You made sure you're covered enough in case you're being followed. You're supposed to just wait until before the sun rise so you can continue walking in the forest but somehow exhaustion won over and you fell asleep.

You woke up gasping for air as the event last night came back. You looked around and saw that you're in a dusty but beautiful room. Sitting up the blanket covering your body fell down exposing your nakedness. You heart went wild.

Did he got to you? Were he able to...to...oh god! Tears started flowing down your eyes like a dam with the idea that The Chief was able to take your innocence. The big doors opened and you hurriedly tried to cover you body with the blanket.

A lady came in carrying some elegant looking tea set in a tray.

"Oh my, darling don't cry." She said. Her voice is so sweet and soothing that your loud sobs died down. Putting down the tea on the side table next to you she sat down and held your hand. "Our master found your sleeping outside his cabin in the forest. You're so injured and very much full of dirt that's why I had to clean you up. You're safe." She said and your tears bust out again this time from relief.

"I-I...thank you so much." You said not knowing what else to say. She smiled sweetly and offered a cup of tea. You slowly calmed down as you too a sip oblivious to the man standing outside your slightly ajar door.

His sharp eyes watching your every move.

"She's very lucky you found her Master James." Said his right hand man Sam. "Maybe she's the one that will help us break the curse?" He continued.

James just grunted knowing it wont be that easy as he drunk your beauty in. One look in his face and you'll quickly lose your sanity and will throw yourself at him like any other women outside his household does. It's hopeless. No women will genuinely love him. The Enchantress made sure of that.

Soon his people will sleep and wont wake up again. It was what she said. In his thirtieth birthday if no woman loved him in return everyone he cares will turn into stone in their sleep. That's why he always stays in his cabin at night. He couldn't sleep knowing all the people that truly cared for him will soon be gone because of his selfishness. He’s trying to teach himself how to live on his own. 

Because everything is his fault. His beastly behavior became everyone’s downfall.

[gild-and-fire]

Okay so I gotta ask - I can see you’re watching QotS and I’ve always been curious about it. Would you recommend??

I was so excited to receive your ask, Lauren! Thank you so much for sending it (and humoring me)--especially since I could talk about QOTS all day, but try to restrain myself bc I don’t want to be annoying lol. But unfortunately I have allowed myself to be unhinged and thus wrote a 700 word answer :) If you don’t feel like reading the whole thing lol I will refer you to @riosnecktattoo​’s ask which helped me to decide to watch QOTS. But here’s my spoiler-free, long post for why I love Queen of the South!

General

WOC as lead: I am obsessed with complex, badass, relatable women as leads, and i literally go FERAL when woc are leads. QOTS has two woc as leads and both are incredible actresses playing layered characters (Teresa and Camila).

For Camila, she leaves her husband and daughter to follow her ambitions and grow her business (not a spoiler). I think it’s very interesting how the show builds tension between Camila and her daughter due to this choice, and I enjoy that the show doesn’t answer but explores the “can women have it all” aspect and how she’s underestimated in the cartel business bc she's a woman and has to work harder to get where she is. 

For Teresa, I love her fortitude and moral compass, and like Beth, she’s definitely a badass. She is luckily a little bit more sensible/experienced than Beth when it comes to crime lol and actually has long standing success as the Queen of the South (duh, Audrey).

Worldbuilding: If the premise (mexican drug cartels) is interesting to you, then you’ll enjoy how they’ve built the gritty underworld of cartels and all the ruthless players from Texas to Columbia. Also, QOTS includes fantastic moments with magical realism which is such a neat genre overall and it really adds to the richness of the story. One of my favorite parts

Jeresa

It’s the parallels, it’s the trust, it’s the friendship and the way they sacrifice for the other person and save each other over and over again. 

Tropes: I especially love how James is framed as a “bad guy” (assassin in a cartel lol) and Teresa is the “good guy” (victim of cartel violence and thus against it,) but that over the course of the 3 seasons, they grow in different ways because of the other person. I think a lot about the fact that in their line of work it really does pay to be selfish/look out for yourself, and that both of them are very logical and realistic people. And yet! They both actively choose to protect and make sacrifices for the other person. makes me cry every time :,)

James is hot: James is fucking hot in that white henley and Lauren, I swear to god if this other gifset of James in his signature aviators doesn’t convince you, then I might throw this blog away

GG/BRIO

I want to contextualize this show by comparing it to good girls 

Consistency & Parallels: GG does this really well, but QOTS does it even better because there are plots and people from literally the first episode that come full circle and make a difference many episodes/seasons later. It’s clear that the writers really care about and have thought deeply about the development of their characters and plots. True for GG, but a little less so (looking @ you cancer lie and buddy the dog)

Violence: Okay you know how Rio just brings out the gun once in a while as foreplay? And like we have “seen” only one death in the entire series so far? In QOTS, it is impossible to watch a scene without two guns and a corpse lying around somewhere. If we’re lucky, maybe we won’t see a decapitated head being kicked around like a soccer ball more than once. I think if you can stomach the first two episodes, you’re fine.

OTP: brio’s UST is off the charts and im not sure i will EVER find a show that can match it, but jeresa is just so real. Ofc the cartel stuff can feel a little contrived sometimes, but their friendship and relationship is so healthy (given their circumstances), and it really is true love. For gg, I'm in the camp that they don’t actually love each other.  Side note: James is a main character with his own plots that intertwine with Teresa’s, which means we see him more than Rio’s 2min of him per episode. I know. It is truly a gift.

tl;dr QOTS is so good that I am incapable of acting like a normal human being and would like to scream about my love for this show. And if you decide not to watch this show, at least look at some gifsets of James. 

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Charmed Children

Warnings: I do not own or claim to own any rights to the television show “Charmed” or the characters created within said show, this is purely fanfiction written from a devoted fan of the series. 15+ Mild to strong language, moderate to strong violence, witchcraft, sexual innuendos, and scenes of a sexual nature. F/F, F/M, M/M, Gen, Other +

CHAPTER ONE HERE

Chapter 3 - Legacy

PJ Thorne and her newly found, long lost, half sister Peyton Price were in the main foyer of the Halliwell Manor, each of them sorting through a separate pile of unopened mail address to the likes of Phoebe Halliwell, Piper Halliwell, Leo Wyatt, Wyatt Halliwell, Chris Halliwell, Melinda Halliwell, Paige Mitchell, etc.…both of them snooping in a bid to learn more about their birth mother when suddenly the grand Victorian chandelier placed right above them both, which hang from the ceiling, began to shake viciously before omitting a strange blue light that almost blinded the two women but as soon as they had noticed it, it was gone just like that. “I am going to put that one down to some old school dodgy electrics which makes complete sense given the age of this house.” Peyton guessed, trying not to let on that she was slightly spooked. “I have never seen any kind of messed up wiring cause a chandelier to omit that kind of strange light…then again it is not like I see fancy chandelier’s every day in my line of work.” PJ replied to her sister, as the two began looking towards the stairs, wondering why Percy had been upstairs for so long. “I should check on Mr Ford in case he’s found himself electrocuted or something…” “I’ll check on Percy with you,” Peyton said happily, as the two sisters made their way for the stairs. “Nothing like a creepy old house to make strangers who happen to be siblings get to the bonding.” “Look you seem nice enough and everything, but I am not looking for a sister.” PJ told Peyton, making it clear where she stood with her, as the two of them began walking up the stairs of the Halliwell Manor. “I’m down to get answers about the woman who gave us up, but I am not looking for long lost family…” “Oh, okay!” Peyton responded, attempting to hide her disappointment. “Well lucky for you I already have a family whom I love so yep, just wanting answers too and pending on how haunted this place is I may potentially want to live here…” “This place is too big for one person I say we sell it and share the money three ways, that way you can get yourself a nice little flat, Percy can have walking around money and I can put some money aside for a rainy day.” PJ advised Peyton, as they continued walking upstairs until they walked into the upstairs hallway. “I mean some money is the least we can get out of all this!” “Well actually, I am not big on the idea of selling our family home especially since it has been in our family for generations.” Peyton disagreed with Peyton, as Percy walked down the attic stairs to meet them in the hallway. “I think we should keep it in the family.” “You are talking about strangers who threw us out of this very house who gives a damn about their traditions!” PJ argued with her half-sister, making her fury towards her birth mother abundantly clear. “Oh, calm down detective dastardly if you need the cash so badly, I’ll buy your share of this place.” Percy interrupted, attempting to stop a potential argument, before turning to Peyton. “Then I will give you both of our shares and you can live your perfect family home lifestyle…that is if you still want to live here considering it could be haunted by the ghosts of real life witches!” “Witches? Really? Did you get electrocuted by any chance?” PJ responded to Percy. “We should get you checked out at the hospital maybe a psychiatric one…” “Trust me I am no believer in hocus pocus although I did love the movie,” Percy began to explain to both PJ and Peyton. “However, it seems like our birth mother sure believed in witchcraft considering the grimoire in the attic full of spells and potions.” “Wait, so our mother was a witch?” Peyton asked her half-brother, with a sense of excitement in her voice. “That is so cool!” “Well I guess that explains you and your whole attitude,” PJ told Peyton. “Clearly our mother was somewhat unhinged…in which case she did the right thing by giving us up.” “Or maybe our mum was a witch.” Peyton continued to argue with PJ. “You cannot tell me you do not want to see this spell book?” “It is a pretty cool book to be fair…way more convincing than the kind you buy online that is for sure!” Percy chimed in, tempting to entice PJ’s curiosity at the same time. “And the spells are so well written like poetry for wiccans.” “Are you listening to yourself? You are one of this city’s most eligible bachelors and you are up in a stranger’s attic reading spells!” PJ snapped at Percy, before taking a deep sigh, trying to calm herself. “This day just keeps getting crazier!” “When you read said spell…did you read it with your head’s voice or did you read it out aloud because everyone knows when you read a spell out loud you’re casting said spell whereas when you read it in your mind it is just reading.” Peyton wondered, revealing some knowledge of witchcraft. “No, I do not think everybody knows that Peyton!” PJ told her sister. “I bet you read up all about UFO’s, ghost sightings and truly believe there are actual witches out there.” “Stevie Nicks is a witch!” Percy argued with the cynical detective. “She said so on American Horror Story…” “I love American Horror Story, what is your favorite season?” Peyton asked her brother. “Okay I am getting out of this madhouse right now!” PJ declared, as she began walking back towards the stairs. “Sell it, do not sell it, burn it to the ground for all I care!” Despite PJ’s urge to not admit it, these three newly found siblings’ lives had changed forever that day because not only were they no longer strangers but as they were yet to discover they were fully active witches now, with powers just waiting to be discovered.

A few hours had passed since PJ’s abrupt exit from the Halliwell Manor and yet for some reason neither Peyton or Percy could bring themselves to leave their biological family’s home, as Peyton had migrated upstairs to the attic, eager to examine the book of shadows and all its contents, Percy decided to give the home a second look over, as he stripped the kitchen cupboards to find all kinds of ingredients which he believed was used to make potions, although most of it was just store bought food he did not recognize. Percy’s strip search of the family kitchen was cut short when he heard the doorbell ringing and decided to walk out of the kitchen, through the dining room and towards the front door eager to find out who would be knocking, as he wondered if they could be a friend or neighbor of the mother who gave him up for adoption. “Holy moly this neighborhood just got a whole lot better.” Percy mumbled in shock after opening the front door to find Luke Star stood on the front porch, a tall dark haired man with a Californian tan and a smart buzzcut wearing a suit that looked almost as expensive as Percy’s. “I live next door and I could not help but notice people coming in and out, so I thought I’d introduce myself to the new neighbors…you are my new neighbor, right?” Luke stated to Percy, as the socialite found himself lost in Luke’s mesmerizing smile. “Well me and my…sisters just inherited the place and we’re not quite sure what we are going to do with it yet…” Percy attempted to explain the situation, before holding his hand out. “Hi, I am Percy Ford.” “Of the Ford dynasty?” Luke asked as he shook Percy’s hand. “Your family is very well known in this city…I am Luke Star, I’m a senior partner at Murphy and Star Law.” “A lawyer,” Percy responded as he broke off their handshake. “I am actually looking for some new representation, mostly because my parents’ lawyers are as old as dirt and I am looking to expand the family empire in new directions.” “Well I’d truly be honored to represent you anytime!” Luke confessed, as he pulled out his business card and handed it to Percy. “I’d also be truly honored to have you as a neighbor.” “I guess I’ll have to give this place a seriously contemplation then.” Percy flirted with Luke, before hearing a loud screaming noise coming from within the house, a scream that sounded like Peyton’s. “I should probably go check on my…sister!” “I am more than willing to come with you, it sounded pretty serious.” Luke suggested. “It is probably just a spider or something knowing her,” Percy lied, trying to get rid of the lawyer in case Peyton had found something even more peculiar about their biological family. “I’ll give you a call some time…” “If your sure,” Luke replied. “Feel free to call me anytime.”

Peyton was stood behind the bookstand within the attic of the Halliwell Manor, flicking through the pages of the book of shadows taking it the entirety of what the book had inside its pages: name of ancestors who were also witches, family trees, names of demons with information about them and how to defeat them, spells, potions, information on other magical beings like elves, fairies, nymphs and most importantly the charmed ones. As Peyton continued reading from the pages of the book of shadows she quickly learned that her birth mother Phoebe Halliwell was one of the charmed ones, an all powerful power of three which somehow consisted of four not three sisters and as she continued to read about the charmed legacy she quickly learned just how important they were, believing every word to be true and relieved to finally understand the world in which her birth mother lived, knowing that she was not given up over not being wanted. “That thing has not been touched by a Halliwell’s hands in far too long!” Gareth revealed, after orbing into the attic, leaving Peyton horrified, as she let out a scream of shock. “Do not worry I mean you no harm Peyton…” “Yeah I bet you say that to all your victim’s demon.” Peyton replied as she quickly picked up a nearby antique vase from a cabinet not far from her and threw it in Gareth’s direction, only for him to orb out of dodge, to then reappear in front of Gareth, to which a further shocked Peyton responded to him by punching him across the face, causing Gareth to fall to the floor in pain. “Not today, Satan, not today!” “What the bloody hell are you doing assaulting my butler?” Percy asked, as he walked into the attic, stunned by what he saw. “You have a butler, just how rich are you…wait never mind your butler is a demon!” Peyton replied to Percy, only to be met by a laugh from her half-brother. “I think someone has been reading too much from the family grimoire and not remember the reality in which we live in.” Percy dismissed his sister, as he walked over to Gareth and helped him back to his feet. “The only thing magical about my butler is the fact he manages to put up with me all the time.” “Yeah well your butler who is also my neighbor just appeared here from out of nowhere like some teleportative magic was used.” Peyton explained herself. “Do not be ridiculous.” Percy laughed once again. “How can he be your neighbor when he lives in the Ford Manor?” “Peyton’s not being ridiculous Mr. Ford,” Gareth confessed to Percy, before turning to Peyton. “But I am not a demon…I am a white lighter…specifically yours, your brother’s, and your sister’s.” “Okay now I am completely and utterly confused.” Percy admitted to them both. “A white lighter is a guardian to witches, their bodyguard so to speak as well as being their mediator to the elders.” Peyton revealed to Percy. “I kind of got carried away with the reading a little bit.” “I was all for the possibility of witches, heck even ghosts but this is just too much!” Percy confessed, struggling to take it all in. “I mean I just came here to look at an old house and now I am just supposed to take this all in…” “I know that it is a lot to get your head around but the sooner the do the safer you will be.” Gareth tried to explain to the wealthy socialite. “Everything in the book of shadows is real especially the demons and now that you’ve unbound yours and your sisters’ powers, they are going to start coming for you all.”