"This is Tara, you know what to do."

(Reach mun here, too.)

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After her time with Sophie's little Robin Hood team, Tara finds herself with the need to lay low for awhile and get some time for herself. The fact that there are people out there, more so than usual, that might want to grab her up just helps the decision even more ( Read more... )

Now what? Alternate Chicago ripe with angels and demons and people that would rather see my head on a stick than see me walking around? Right. Smart idea. Not that I can't handle myself, because I can. Even against the anti-Wanderers. But seriously. What the hell do you expect me to do there? Hold hands with the other Wanderers and sing campfire ( Read more... )

{Maybe set in howlinfor_you. Maybe binding on wereall_addicts. Idk. I took liberties so I'm not sure where it fits. Just something I had to write.}The last time Tara had seen Sophie Devereaux hadn't really been the last time, but it was the time that mattered. It had been the time that kept her from going back again ( Read more... )

Stop painting me like a slut. I'm not. I'm also not in the business of being "shipped" with anyone, so we can skip that.

What next? Not a game, I'm sure. Any other big ideas in that head of yours? No? I didn't think so. Come back to me when you've actually got something worthwhile.