#ladyreckoning

@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...❜ 

@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. 

       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.

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 ! ”

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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.