#welcome to reddington | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

equalseleventhirds · 1 year

Text

heyo, the motw podcast i'm part of (formerly once upon a monster of the week, recently renamed welcome to reddington) is currently recruiting players and gms for its sister twitch show, continuity errors. knowledge of the podcast (or the previous season of the twitch show) is not required; as the name suggests, continuity is... malleable.

the high concept of the entire CE show is that characters are wandering between universes (and between game systems/game masters), and shenanigans & adventures ensue. last season was a little bit sliders; this upcoming season will take place on a weirdly dimensional train. ....yes, a little bit infinity train, no, not quite infinity train, but we do all love a fucked up train, don't we? also multiple game systems, also weird universe-hopping shenanigans, also.... or is that just me?

applications can be found here, and they close in about a week, so please do apply!! gms would need to run one game, and players would need to participate in at least three of the total six sessions planned (more always welcome ofc). the final schedule will depend on player & gm availability; we're flexible and down to work with what you're able to do.

this would be a volunteer show, as unfortunately we can't afford to pay anyone for this, we're just hoping to have a good time playing games together. i in particular want to help introduce people to some new and fun game systems with new and fun people to play with!

if anything in the application is a barrier to you (equipment, gaming experience, timelines, etc) send me a message and i'll chat with the production team! as noted this is purely volunteer and mostly for having fun, so we'll be as flexible as possible to help you join us. (some things won't be possible, but we'll at least see what we can address.)

ETA (for clarity): this casting call ends on April 30, 2023. also while we may play motw for one of the games, the plan is to play with a whole bunch of different ttrpg systems (different one each session); as noted this is a sister show to the motw podcast, and runs a little differently than the podcast does.

ETA2: applications extended through May 1, 2023. GM applications in particular are low, so very encouraged! feel free to reach out to me with any questions, concerns, or if you'd like help with your application!

#long post #there's a good chance i'll be running a game and i'm a fun gm i promise #also i got friends involved ofc and they also are v fun!#yes this is fine to reblog we r actively recruiting whomever wants to play #(with a screening process to avoid like. shitty ppl. we wanna make a safe place for having fun u kno.)

70 notes · View notes

keenmindspodcast · 10 months

Text

Welcome to the 154th and final edition of the Keen Minds Podcast. Liz and Tom may be gone (and mostly forgotten by the finale), but Tessa and Jen are here to share thoughts and responses to both the episodes and the big question that we were told was the premise of the whole show: Who is Raymond Reddington.

Quick warning: This episode will not be as PG as it usually is. If you have kids in the room, you may want to opt for headsets.

We love you all and it's been a wild ride.

#keen minds podcast #the keen minds podcast #SoundCloud

9 notes · View notes

raymond-reddington-ruminations · 10 months

Text

Thoughts about 10.20, no spoilers.

I'm finding it really hard to talk about this one. If I sat down and imagined exactly what was going to happen, I probably would have imagined something like this. And I have a few ideas about how it might go in the next two episodes. I'll say it again, predictability is fine if the story is well told, and it is well told.

Well except for one part. Weecha might be right in her assessment of her own character, but I believe she's very much wrong about Reddington's. We know him better than she does. We've seen him live that life. And there's no magic between them. Just convenience, even lifestyle kind of convenience. Red needs to try a little harder, have a bit more ambition in his personal life than just what is convenient and easy to hand.

I love seeing Edward, finally. That was fun, especially knowing that he's been the director of so many episodes of the Blacklist.

The conversation with Brimley was hilarious, as all conversations with Brimley are. I was kind of surprised by the stuff that Red said, and exactly what Tadashi's role was in this episode. I was kind of expecting both of those interactions to go more like what that conversation with Hedy ended up being. So that surprised me.

I really feel for Harold and the team. They really have been in an impossible situation. The government made this deal, and then turned a blind eye to how it was actually achieved while reaping the rewards. Harold and team had to face up to how things were actually accomplished, and decide whether it was worth it or not. So now they're left holding the bag. And again they're in an absolutely impossible position.

I can't see how Dembe's life continues as it has been. No matter what they promise, he's going to be the first one to get hit with the blame game. Fortunately, I think he'll see it coming and act accordingly. I may get my wish for Dembe's ending after all. And LOL at Dembe's suggestion for the next Blacklist case. Another head Cannon of mine come true.

Resslers' story finally hit a major point that I did think was coming as well. I'll be curious to see how this drives him. He's kind of the wild card in all this. I don't know which way he'll lean. Well, I think I know where he'll end up, but he may take a while getting to that point because of tonight's event.

But what the hell does Harold do? I mean his job, obviously, he doesn't really have a choice, but what about Agnes? There are ties there that cannot be broken.

Siya at least has an easy out. I think she can just go home. She isn't officially one of them, and her bosses can just call her back.

I wonder if Herbie is in over his head and can't swim. I hope not. I hope he comes up with something clever to get out of this.

So here we are. 2 hours left. I don't know exactly how they're going to go, but I have my hopes and my dreams. I'm still very unhappy that we're here. I think the show had a lot of life left in it, and they could have proven that if they had just been a little bit more focused on intense character stories that they're very capable of telling. I think they've kept it too emotionally controlled.

By rights the last episode should be pulling together the mystery story that we've watched and wondered about for 8 years, but I don't think that's going to happen. So many unanswered questions. I really hope that the creators find a way to address that. It's kind of old school to write a book or comic book about a prematurely canceled TV series to finish it off, but that would be something I'd very much welcome at this point.

Well, once more on to the breach.

#the blacklist #raymond reddington #10.20

8 notes · View notes

itsclydebitches · 1 year

Text

I’m in the midst of Season Three of The Blacklist and this show’s many questionable writing choices aside, I love that Aram remains the MVP of this task force. Every episode it’s “How dare you question Agent Keen’s innocence😡” and “Omg Samar you’re so amazing 🤩” and “I committed a felony... and it felt great!! 😃” and “Yes sir, Mr. Reddington, sir, I’ll get right on that 😨” and “Uh, you all clearly forgot that I’m a genius and I’ve already fixed all our problems. You’re welcome 😎” and “Agent Ressler!! Let me hug the sadness away!!! 🤗” and I’m like yes, Aram, you’re doing amazing sweetie keep it up.

#The Blacklist

25 notes · View notes

petrifiedcrange · 6 months

Text

Hello!

I'm Di ( but you can also call me Spades ), she/her, a twenty-something disaster and this is my independent, semi-selective, heavily headcanon-influenced and in some cases definitely canon divergent now, multiship and multiverse ask / RP blog for Stede Bonnet, Izzy Hands and their family from HBO's Our Flag Means Death.

I’m selective in a way that I will write only what I see happening for my muse ( so, if you’re an OC, then I'll have a look at your about page and/or would like to come talk about your character in DMs if you don't mind telling me a bit about them, and if you’re from another fandom, then I will write with your muse if I see how our muses could click… that said, I'm very open and welcoming of crossovers and simply adore OCs ) and what I have inspiration for at the moment.

I also have anxiety and occasional ( sometimes pretty long, sometimes short ) bouts of writing block, so I may be slow with replies / have impromptu hiatuses.

USEFUL LINKS:

Rules

Muse list

Interest tracker

Open starters

Memes

Calls

OTHER BLOGS:

@bellecourageuse - Belle Gold (neé French) from Once Upon A Time

@fedoraxcrowned - Raymond "Red" Reddington from The Blacklist

@dealmxkerofgold - Rumplestiltskin (aka The Dark One, Mr Gold and Detective Weaver) from Once Upon A Time

@fieryncbles - general multimuse

@disgracedsurgeon - Dr Martin Whitly from Prodigal Son, on hiatus

@prodigalwife - Jessica Whitly from Prodigal Son, on hiatus

@unfixablcbright - Malcolm ( Whitly ) Bright from Prodigal Son, on hiatus

@ambitiouxblonde - Ainsley Whitly from Prodigal Son, on hiatus

@ace-of-spaders - personal blog

STATISTICS:

Drafts: 000

Inbox: 000

Starters: 000

Queued: 000

#🌊 ↝ pinned post

2 notes · View notes

steamedteabags · 10 months

Text

Price of the Sky

Chapter One: The King, the Queen, and the Pawn

Rough draft

Comments and constructive criticism welcome

Reddington Palace was buzzing with staff and guests alike, all preparing for the big day coming up in a few months, the day of the Courtship Ball. Despite the event still being so far away, the palace was preparing the many rituals and customs early in order to get the invitations sent out with the correct information in a timely manner.

When Prince Hazel turned eighteen, he went through the royal anointment ceremony and began the long and agonizing path to kingship. According to the laws of the Kingdom Timere, he first had to get married and choose a successor to inherit the throne upon his death or retirement until he had a child to join the line of succession. Technically speaking, the upcoming Courtship Ball was meant to be an opportunity for the prince to meet suitors so he could choose his own bride, but his mother, ever the politician, decided he was to marry the heiress of the Kingdom Vodraed, Princess Ayla Dhet. She was set to become queen in a few months when her father retired from the crown in order to be more involved in the clergy, which was very common in their kingdom.

Hazel was never a fan of the courtship tradition. He was to marry a woman in a few months that he hadn’t even met yet. The Ball was something he deeply dreaded. Truthfully, he felt quite bad for Princess Ayla. She was probably being forced into this as well and she was going to be stuck in a loveless marriage for the rest of her life, bearing children for a man who never wanted them. And of course, being an only child, Hazel couldn’t really pass the burden of ruling to anyone else.

The entire kingdom seemed to be more alive lately, which was a slap in the face to Hazel, who had never felt more depressed. As he stood staring out over the courtyard from the balcony, he felt a small gust of air come from behind him after the sound of light, fluttering wings.

Without turning around, he said, “I know you’re there.”

He felt a light smack on the top of his head and he turned to his best friend, Aidyl, who was holding out a rolled piece of parchment.

Hazel took it and read over the words before rolling his eyes. “She already made the wedding invites?”

“As the Kingdom Timere’s official Page, I’ve been instructed by the Queen to send them out the morning after the ball,” Aidyl said, leaning on the balusters next to Hazel. “I guess she’s excited.”

“Excited to control me, maybe,” Hazel scoffed.

Aidyl chuckled. “Cheer up, Haz. At least you get to leave for your Tour of the Kingdom soon. That should take a few weeks at least.”

Hazel rolled his eyes. “Not long enough. Or soon enough, frankly.”

Aidyl laughed quietly. “Not to worry, my friend. After the wedding you won’t have to come back.”

“Huh?” Hazel asked.

“Oh you know,” Aidyl said, “in Vodraed, the women don’t leave the castle after marriage.”

“Really?”

“Well, yeah. Besides the north, we’re the only patriarchy left.”

“Not for much longer with the way my father lets her run the show.”

“You’re not wrong.”

“I’m shocked my mother would lose her pawn to another kingdom.”

“I wouldn’t worry about that. Dedryr told me the queen has been having tea with Princess Ayla. She’s gonna have that poor girl wrapped around her finger in no time.”

Hazel shook his head. “She is so ridiculous.”

Aidyl turned to rest his elbows on the balusters next to Hazel. “You’ll have Dedryr as your Page once you get married and move to Vodraed,” he said. He looked at Hazel, who was still staring over the courtyard. “I’m gonna miss you.”

Hazel was taken aback by that. He had known Aidyl almost his whole life, and their friendship had always had such a laid-back atmosphere. They were always joking and laughing, much to the dismay of Hazel’s ever-serious mother and even more serious royal Counsel, Lord Averon. To hear Aidyl express such a serious tone was unusual, to say the least.

Hazel looked back at Aidyl and nervously pushed a bit of hair from his face. “I’ll miss you, too.”

══════⊹⊱≼≽⊰⊹══════

That evening, after supper, Hazel was required to attend some evening classes with tutors. Part of his kingdom’s customs involved extensive education for its rulers. Topics such as domestic law, international law, economics, civics, and Timere’s history were included in his curriculum. Only royal heirs had to take these classes. His mother was born of a noble family in another kingdom, so she had only learned to rule through experience after marrying King Eldrin, who sat back and did nothing for most of his reign.

During an exceptionally boring lesson on the structure of Timere’s government and justice system, the window opened slightly as a sparrow with a purple pendant around its neck dropped a small envelope onto the classroom’s stone floor before flying away.

While his tutor’s back was turned, and he was preoccupied by droning on about executions, Hazel snuck over to the window and picked up the envelope, then returned to his seat to open it, but he didn’t get the chance.

Suddenly, the door burst open. Lord Averon and three cavaliers, along with the two standing guard outside the room came rushing in.

“We’ve been looking all over for you,” Lord Averon said.

“Your Highness, you need to come with me right now,” the cavalier said.

Hazel looked startled. “Why? What’s going on?”

“There’s an intruder in the palace.”

#story #writers on tumblr #writeblr #writing #writers #original character #original story #price of the sky #author #fantasy

2 notes · View notes

ouamotw · 1 year

Photo

In order to give our showrunners a little bit of breathing room for the holiday, we dropped a bonus episode! We will be back December 2nd with our final episode of Mystery 6, then turn around and wrap up Mystery 2....

But just know that the teenz, while preparing for Homecoming...well, they’re not doing great just yet. Find our Episode Here! (Or by searching for Once Upon a Monster of the Week on all your podcatchers)

And here is where you can find all of OUAMOTW’s released episodes (Or again! Your podcatcher of choice!)

And here you can find them all in Mystery order!

6 notes · View notes

falle-ness · 1 year

Text

Welcome, stranger!

Before you go further, be advised:

18+. Some posts aren't tagged with warnings/triggers.

Why so many blogs? I hate tumblr's dysfunctional search when it's way too many posts on one blog. Plus, I'd like to think of my blogs as mostly diaries with *specific* stickers I can access anytime. Autism vibes, yeah.

@falle-ness - main blog, and from here I mainly interact with just about anyone unless we both have each other blocked :"D There are some older posts as well. Good luck finding them :')

@resslington-is-my-otp - a side blog, dedicated to Raymond Reddington and Donald Ressler ambiguous relationship on the TV show The Blacklist (2013-2023).

@houseswombat - a side blog, dedicated to Robert Chase and his relationship with Gregory House on the TV show House, M.D. (2004-2012).

@stahlsharlee - a side blog, dedicated to Warren Kole and the various shows he's starred in (Shades of Blue, Common Law). And currently I'm vibing with his Commander Graves from Call Of Duty: Modern Warfare 2 (2022) computer game.

@takeshisortega - a side blog, dedicated to Joel Kinnaman and mostly him as Takeshi Kovacs on Altered Carbon (2018-2020).

@ryanphillipes - a side blog, dedicated to Ryan Phillippe and him in various media.

@nealcaffreysfedora - a side blog, dedicated to White Collar (2009-2014) TV show and all things Neal Caffrey.

@tangerineslemon - a side blog, dedicated to Bullet Train (2022) movie and especially, Tangerine and Lemon relationship.

@donald-is-my-man - a side blog, dedicated to Donald Ressler from the TV show The Blacklist (2013-2023).

@fallenesspoetry - a side blog, my The Blacklist (2013-2023) and other fandom poetries, bits of fanfiction too.

@hots4ressler - a side blog, dedicated to Henry Prescott and Donald Ressler problematic™ relationship on the TV show The Blacklist (2013-2023).

@theblacklistrareshipsweek - a side blog, dedicated to the rare ships event for The Blacklist fandom, run by yours truly.

My Youtube and Ao3.

#psa #my blogs

3 notes · View notes

dealmxkerofgold · 1 year

Text

Hi! I'm Di ( but you can also call me Spades ), she/her, a twenty-something disaster and this is my independent, semi-selective, heavily headcanon-influenced, multiship and multiverse ask / RP blog for Rumplestiltskin (aka The Dark One, Mr Gold and Weaver; also, in another universe - The Light One) from ABC's Once Upon A Time.

USEFUL LINKS:

Rules

Verses

Interest tracker

Open starters

Memes

Calls

IMPORTANT: post explaining why my Rumple is Canon Divergent post-S4

OTHER BLOGS:

@dealmakerofgold-a — previous blog for Rumplestiltskin

@bellecourageuse — Belle Gold (neé French) from Once Upon A Time

@fedoraxcrowned — Raymond "Red" Reddington from The Blacklist

@petrifiedcrange — OFMD multimuse

@disgracedsurgeon — Dr Martin Whitly from Prodigal Son, on hiatus

@prodigalwife — Jessica Whitly from Prodigal Son, on hiatus

@unfixablcbright — Malcolm ( Whitly ) Bright from Prodigal Son, on hiatus

@ambitiouxblonde — Ainsley Whitly from Prodigal Son, on hiatus

@ace-of-spaders — personal blog

STATISTICS:

Drafts: 000

Inbox: 000

Starters: 000

Queued: 000

#『 pinned post 』

2 notes · View notes

writingbyshiloh · 2 years

Text

The Loser in This Game

Raymond Reddington x Fem presenting!reader

Warnings: Blood, gun mention, no beta

AN: Yes, it is a Mitski lyric for the title, let me live. Based off of this GIF lol. I'm trying out a new writing style, feedback is always welcome.

---

The game was dangerous. You knew it, he knew it. If it went wrong, you would be burned, both professionally and personally. He would be fine. He seems to always be in control.

The first time you saw him was watching the footage of him being detained at the headquarters of the FBI. The connection between your brain and your mouth stopped working watching him in the box with the chair. You managed to cover up your reaction with a cough, which went unnoticed by the others on the team.

He noticed it. Blue eyes bore onto yours and he tipped his head in acknowledgment of your fumble. Unfortunately, he did not seem to forget it. While his mission with the task force was to take down those on his blacklist, you could have sworn that his second goal was to make you flustered if he could.

Gentle touches that started on your arm or shoulder could be passed off as platonic. They soon become touches on your back or waist, especially when he was trying to get your attention or move away around where you were standing. Always polite and could be covered by the guise of saying he was a gentleman.

The names came next. His voice dipped slightly when he said your name went unnoticed by the rest of the team, always lost in the rush of the post office. Slowly the names switched from your name to pet names – still under the guise of being a gentleman.

You felt doomed to lose, unsure of how you could even stand on a playing field. The first day you noticed was when you were giving a suspect some attitude. Even though he was on a different side of the post office, you noticed him watching you, a small smile on his face while listening to you tell the suspect to bite you.

You felt the playing field shift when you realize he lost his concentration while talking. You had on a lower-cut blouse than what you would have liked due to laundry day. Listening to Aram fill you in on the latest mission you noticed him staring at your necklace. When Aram called Reddington for attention, you watched his eyes flit from your necklace to your eyes and then to Aram's face.

“Mr. Reddington?” Aram asked, trying to make sure that he was still in the conversation. Aram missed watching Reddington, having all his attention on the screen in front of him.

You watched Reddington’s eyes flick from your necklace to your eyes, and eventually to Aram. Reddington cleared his throat and gave Aram a rough summary of what he had said, leaving out some key details.

The game started on a mission gone wrong. You crept down the hall, praying that your windbreaker would be quiet. He emerged on the other end, his white shirt and black vest stained with blood. You jerked your head towards the janitor's closet in the middle of the hall, while he nodded in agreement.

The closet was empty and dark, with one light above. The adrenaline was still ranging through your system was the reason for your next actions. Reddington placed his hand on the small of your back and pushed you into the closet before he followed you in and closed the door.

Your back was against a shelf, but you didn’t care. One of his hands was immediately in your hair, the other on the small of your back. You didn’t know how many the move first, just that his lips were against yours with your hands on his shoulders.

You couldn’t lie to yourself; you had imaged what kissing him would be like in your fantasies. In those, it was tender and soft. Knowing his habit of being a gentleman you assumed that it would be after some dinner. Maybe while undercover. Not in the middle of the battlefield. This kiss was rough and sloppy. An outlet for the pent-up aggression and months of slow flirting coupled with the mission gone wrong.

You don’t know how long you were in there. His hand was under your jacket, fingers resting on the edge of your Kevlar vest. Your own hands were sticky from the blood on his shirt. It wasn't until you heard the sound of heavy boots in the hall.

It was the muffled voices in the hall that made you flinch, the situation outside the closet forgotten. His hand moved from your hair, trying to smooth any knots that he may have made. As the boots and conversation faded away, you positioned your body in front of Reddington’s. He was still an informant that you needed to keep safe.

You left the closet first, leading after the sounds of the people in the hall. While creeping down the hall, you heard the closet door open and close again, indicating that Reddington was leaving the closet. Glancing over your shoulder, you saw him give you a wink before heading in the other direction.

The game was officially started no matter how secret it may be.

#raymond reddington #raymond reddington x reader #the blacklist x reader #the blacklist fanfiction #Raymond Reddington x you #the blacklist x you

118 notes · View notes

meetmeatthecoda · 2 years

Note

Hey Coda! ☺😁 I hope you are well!

I wanted to ask if you had ever watched gone with the wind, and if so, I was wanting to know if you would write a little drabble or short work with our red and lizzy with these quotes: "I'm not kind, I'm just tempting you," and "No, I don’t think I will kiss you, although you need kissing, badly. That’s what’s wrong with you. You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how." 🥺💜

If you can't or have never seen it, I totally understand and it is no problem! Thank you ☺

Hello there, anon!! 😁 I am indeed well, thank you very much for the well wishes!! 🥰 And, omg, what an unexpected but very welcome prompt ask!! 😍 I actually haven't ever seen Gone With The Wind (bad Coda, bad) but I'm certainly familiar with these, the most famous quotes from the movie & I love them for Lizzington!! I know it took a few days (I'm sorry!!) but I was inspired enough to write a quick thing for you!! I'm currently having All The Conflicting Feelings about writing Lizzington (I'm about to make a post about it, standby for that LOL) but I did have a fun time writing this little thing & - even if it's pretty bad which it may be lolz - I'm very grateful for this prompt!! 🥰 So, I hope you like this silly thing (under the cut, btw, I'll leave it off AO3 for now, I think), thank you very much for your sweet, kind, & considerate ask, & much, much love to you, of course, my friend!! ❤️

“I can’t believe you screwed that up!”

Liz bangs into the empty hotel room with Red on her heels, stalking into the suite as he slams the door behind them. She throws her clutch down onto the nearest table and spins abruptly to face him where he’s stopped close behind her. Her arms cross instinctively in front of her body and the skirt of her black dress pulls taut around her knees as she plants her feet, the stilettos of her high heels digging into the expensive carpet.

He appraises her confrontational posture, his fingers unconsciously tapping his thigh, his eyes wandering subtly over her body.

(Not for the first time this evening.)

“I think that’s a little unfair,” he comments primly, the corners of his mouth pursed in displeasure at her anger.

“Oh, really?” she barks. “Which one of us was too busy chatting up his associates to see our mark come and go from the party? Because it wasn’t me!”

She can see Red grind his teeth, his jaw flexing warningly at her accusation. “I was gathering intel,” he bites out, his deep voice all deliberately strained patience. “To help us catch this blacklister! With it, we don’t need the mark.”

“Oh, perfect,” she says sarcastically, throwing her hands in the air. “So, I got dressed up in this little number and wasted a Friday night working for nothing. Great.”

“Well, I’m very sorry, Agent Keen,” Red says, coming close to matching her sarcastic tone. “I apologize for ruining what I’m sure were very exciting Friday night plans with a silly little thing like catching a dangerous criminal. How inconsiderate of me.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” snaps Liz. “For all you know, I did have plans!”

“Did you?” he asks bluntly, taking her by surprise, and making her jaw snap shut in indignation.

He says nothing, but his eyes flash victoriously, the corner of his mouth twitching in satisfaction before he turns away from her, his hands rising to untie his black bowtie and tug it out from under his collar with jerky motions.

Liz’s eyes narrow at his forced nonchalance, her body flushing with anger.

(And - though she is loath to admit it - a fair share of arousal, making a potent mixture all too familiar to her bloodstream from the aftermath of nearly every one of their arguments.)

“And what about you?” she demands suddenly. “What did your Friday night plans consist of? Deliberately dragging me to a party where you knew nothing of interest would happen simply so you could ogle me in a dress? Don’t think I didn’t notice your wandering eyes tonight, Reddington!”

He whips around, his eyebrows rising almost comically high on his forehead, but Liz spies the slight flush in his cheeks that betrays his flustered expression. With pent-up adrenaline and frustration coursing through her body, she decides in a wild instant to throw caution to the wind and take a chance.

(And it doesn’t help that he’s strutted around in a tux all evening, looking fabulous and knowing it, and - with his tie now gone and that expression on his face - he looks just this side of disheveled and wild and it’s not nearly enough for her.)

“Well, are you going to deny it?” she says, her voice lower and more sultry than before, as she uncrosses her arms and shifts her stance to walk the few steps toward him across the carpeted floor of the suite. “Are you going to tell me you weren’t looking at me every time my back was turned, your gaze lingering longingly? Are you going to tell me your fingers weren’t itching to glide over my skin when you so gallantly guided me through the door of the ballroom earlier this evening?”

Liz continues walking forward, crowding into his personal space until he starts backing up, and she slowly steers him toward the nearest wall, fixing him with a sensual look and enunciating her ‘r’s’ because she knows it drives him crazy.

“Are you going to tell me you weren’t licking your lips and pretending they were mine?”

His back hits the wall with a thud and Liz doesn’t stop moving until she’s pressed deliciously against his front, her heels eliminating their slight height difference and bringing them to even eye level as she walks her fingers up his chest, fire and danger sparking through her veins at the dark look in his eyes as they flit to her lips.

“Are you going to lie to me…Raymond?”

The skin under his eye twitches and she knows she’s won, and she smirks triumphantly before she pushes away from his body, trying to ignore the way hers seems to keen in protest.

He works his tongue in his mouth for a long moment before he manages to speak. “…That wasn’t very kind of you.”

Liz huffs a mocking laugh. “I’m not kind. I’m just tempting you.”

(And her heart aches a little at the untruth, her body still rebelling at the fact that he didn’t respond to her cruel taunting.)

“Although I am surprised you didn’t kiss me when you so clearly want to.”

At her final jab, her last ditch effort to elicit a response from him, his eyes narrow and a warning skitters down her spine at the intent suddenly present in his gaze.

(And a thrill of excitement soars its way up her chest because finally -)

Without a word, his hands suddenly dart out to grip her hips and he’s spinning them, Liz’s back hitting the wall with a thud identical to one he made, and they’re suddenly pressed even closer together than before, her hands moving up to grip the lapels of his shirt on the swift journey.

“No, I don’t think I will kiss you,” he murmurs darkly, his eyes fixed on her lips nonetheless. “Although you need kissing, badly. That’s what’s wrong with you. You should be kissed often, and by someone who knows how.”

Liz’s mouth falls open at the unexpected insult mixed with a compliment and he watches the movement with rapt attention. Her fingers leave the fabric of his shirt to press warningly into the flesh of his upper chest, the warmth of his skin beckoning her.

“Oh, and you think you’re the one who can fix that?” she hisses, daring him.

“Oh, I’m certain of it…Lizzie.”

And it’s the self-assuredness of his words, combined with his deliberately indecent tone, and the damn nickname that she’s sure he knows she secretly loves that weakens her knees, making him press her further into the wall to hold her upright.

(That, and Liz is pretty sure he’s right.)

“Well, why don’t you prove it?” she whispers, her gaze slipping to his mouth, catching a glimpse of his slightly crooked teeth as his lip curls, her entire body tingling in anticipation.

At her quiet challenge, his control snaps.

He lunges forward, capturing her mouth with his in a desperate open-mouthed kiss that has her moaning almost instantly, the warmth and pressure exactly what she’s been craving since she slipped this dress on with him in mind, and her hands move to cup his jaw as it works feverishly against hers, his tongue moving to tangle with hers.

His kiss is artful, calculated, and passionate all at once, and Liz has the delirious thought that he was definitely, definitely right; she needs to be kissed like this, by him, very, very often -

And the arousal that swamps over her when he curls his tongue in her mouth surprises them both and suddenly she’s leaning back against the wall and wrapping a leg around his hip, making him grunt in surprise and cup a hand under her thigh, groaning lowly at the feel of her skin where her dress is riding up.

She’s just about to guide his hand underneath to where she’s getting desperate for his touch when he rips his mouth away from hers with difficulty, and her eyes fly open impatiently to see his decidedly smug face, his lips distractingly kiss-swollen and red, and she rolls her eyes, too far gone to care.

“Oh, shut up,” she snaps, and tugs his willing mouth back to hers.

#The Blacklist #Lizzington #mine #fanfic #prompt #drabble #short fic #*#ask #anon #thank you for asking so nicely anon!!#i'm sorry it took a few days!!#but thank you for the inspiration!!#it was sorely needed!!#much love to you!!#😊#❤️

9 notes · View notes

down-therabbithole · 6 months

Text

Audioverse semi-finalist are ready to vote for until 11.11.2023

New shows

• A very vampire Christmas

• Additional postage required

• Almelem

• Alpha 8

• Among the stacks

• Auricle

• Centromika - Kakuri Log: JUPITER

• Cry havoc! Ask questions later

• Dice company

• Ethics town

• Everyone's happy

• Experiment 31E

• Fawx and stallion

• Finding Pattersby

• Ghost wax

• Homicide at heavensgate

• Human-b-gon

• Icaro, texas

• In the cards

• Lake song

• Last light city comics

• Levian

• Liars and leeches

• Listening pond:stories for kids and their adults

• Mercury theatre podcast

• Murder in HR

• Murphy

• Nero's class

• Nicki flixs time mix

• Nightshade academy

• Old cove

• Peculiar radio

• Petrified

• Re: dracula

• Red odyssey

• Spire

• Squad car 22

• Starship q star

• Subsim pod

• Super suits

• Sword and spinner

• Tales from the fringe of reality

• Tales from the radiator

• The adventures of the fox in the fedora

• The Antiquarium Of Sinister Happenings

• The boar knight

• The bonneville game

• The changeling

• The lesser dead

• The lovely dark

• The metal detective

• The morbid forest

• The royals of malibu

• The toymaker

• The wonderful wizard of oz

• The wyrd side

• Think fast

• Three Christmas trees

• Villain mutants

• Vocal canvas

• When the tower angels fall

• Worlds away

Existing productions

• 90 degrees south

• Academy H

• Archion

• Back again, back again

• Bedtime stories for insomniacs

• Bells in the batfry

• Beyond the furthest stars

• Calling darkness

• Campaign: starjacks

• Counterbalance

• Cybernautica

• Dark dice: shores of the silver thrum

• Dear bastard!

• Death by dying

• Death saving bros

• Dreadpod gaming

• Deadwood press radio

• Find us alive

• Folxlore

• Forgive me!

• Georgie romero is done for

• Greater Boston

• Grimland

• Hannahpocalypse

• Hellgate city

• Hello from the hallowoods

• InSpectre

• Inspired incompetence

• Kakos industries

• Kane and feels

• Kill every monsters

• Lavender evening fog

• Lil Miss Kate - Ward of the State

• Mansfield mysteries

• Midnight burger

• Mission: rejected

• Mnemosyne

• Modes of Thought in Anterran Literature

• Modified roll

• Moonbase theta, out

• No quest for the wicked

• No fame podcast

• October Jones & Fish with Legs

• Old Gods of Appalachia

• Once upon a wasteland

• Overbrook

• Oz 9

• Perfect retreat

• Radio play revival

• Realms of peril and glory

• Resting glitch face

• Severed sons

• Shadows and daylight

• Shadows at the door

• Spaceships

• Strong branching out

• Superhuman public radio

• Tavern Tales

• Tavern Tales junior

• The amelia project

• The attic monologues

• The cask of amontillado

• The cellar letters

• The chronicles of wild hallow

• The dex legacy

• The Godfrey audio guide

• The hackers chronicles

• The lafresian chronicles

• The land whale murders

• The lucky die

• The nut owl

• The old ways podcast

• The pasithea powder

• The sleep/wake cycle

• The sojourn

• The stench of adventure

• The Technomancy Project

• The Temp

• The thief

• The Westfield fairytale

• These silent secrets

• Tiny terrors

• To dnd or not to dnd

• Trice forgotten

• Under electric stars

• Unwell, a Midwestern gothic

• Valence

• Warlock

• Welcome to reddington

• Where the leaves fall purple

• Where the stars fell

• Wilhelm Presents: Frightening Tales

• Wireland ranch

• Wrong station

#audio verse awards 2023 #semi finalist #good luck nominee's #podcasts #audio verse awards

1 note · View note