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nuclearanomaly · 8 months

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1 – Envoy

wc. 737 | Heavensward MSQ

In order to make the Moogles of the Mists reveal themselves plans are made that Ninira does not care for much.

“You seem displeased.”

Ninira turned, prying her gaze away from the distant looming structures that made up the Churning Mists’ horizon, as Alphinaud approached.

“With the plan.” He continued when she didn’t respond. He had finished packing what supplies he had and was clearly ready to depart.

She bit the inside of her lip. So it had been that obvious. She needed to get better at controlling her emotions so they weren’t so blatantly plastered on her face for all to read.

“I am…” There was no point in lying. Not to Alphinaud. She wouldn’t lie to Alphinaud, not after all they had been through, not unless she needed to…

“I know it’s our best chance at getting these Moogles to reveal themselves but…” She averted her gaze, “I just don’t like the idea of you going alone.”

His expression softened. “I know, however I am not the one accused of regicide.”

This was true, as was the fact that none of their other companions were viable options either. While Ysayle might not be as quickly identified as the leader of the Ishgardian Heretics within the forests of Gridania, the risk was still there. And as she had already pointed out her skills were better served trying to find and petition the aid of amiable dragons. Estinien was also out of the question. He was not about to leave, not with the Eye allowing him to confirm Nidhogg’s presence nearby. For him to accompany Alphinaud to Gridania would leave Ishgard even more exposed than before.

“I still don’t like it. You might not technically be as wanted as I am but they’ll know you were with me. I don’t trust what’s left of–” She hesitated, not wanting to re-open old wounds too badly. “–the deserters from the Crystal Braves to leave you be, if they come across you.”

Alphinaus shifted at the mention of his old, failed, peacekeeping movement but didn’t seem too discouraged as he continued. “We can simply hope that most, if not all of them, are stationed in and around Ul’dah. With any luck my arrival in Gridania and potential talks with the Elder Seedseer will go relatively unnoticed.”

Ninira’s mouth twisted at that comment as well and Alphinaud smiled. “It is also probably for the best that I am the one performing such talks as it is clear you are still, stung, from the Banquet.”

“And you’re not? They walked out on us!” Alphinaud opened his mouth but Ninira knew what he was going to say. “For political security, and safety.” She sighed, “I know… I know… but it was still insulting.” A few moons prior and she was hailed the Hero of Operation Archon, how little it clearly mattered now.

“Perhaps it was, regardless we must move on. Fortunately, the talks will also give me the opportunity to clear those tensions with the Elder Seedseer.”

Ninira sniffed. But this was off topic from her real worries.

“What if something does happen?”

Alphinaud could only shrug. They had been avoiding Linkpearls for extra security after their escape to Ishgard. They could opt for them now but there was no way to know if it was worth the risk.

“Give me a week.” His gaze was distant, contemplative. “I estimate, with the travel time from Gridania and taking into account what access the Seedseer can get us to speed things along, I can be back here well within a week.” He looked at Ninira. “If I’m not back by then you may do what you wish to come find me. Burn things down and what have you.”

This made Ninira’s mouth twitch into a smile. “I don’t think that will help with our current reputation.”

Alphinaud smiled slightly in return. “No, I suppose not.”

She sighed, though her apprehensions still fizzled under the surface she was mostly reassured. “I will hold you to that. I can wait a week.” A week would feel long, A week spent watching Ysayle and Estinien to make sure they remained friendly enough to not ruin all of Alphinaud’s plans while he was gone would feel longer, but she would do it.

“Thank you, Ninira. I promise to be as quick and discreet as I can. And to return sooner rather than later.”

She nodded, and watched as he adjusted his belongings, giving her a final nod in send off before focusing on the spell and teleporting from sight.

#ffxivwrite2023 #Ninira Nira #Alphinaud Leveileur #sometimes Ninira can be miffed about things as a treat #but yeah Nini doesn't go back to recruit forest moogles #there's literally crystal braves in the aetheryte plaza #and you what? walk past them like sup assholes like u didn't go hide in Ishgard bc ur eorzea's most wanted #they could have played that up more so in my sandbox I do hehe #writing: mine

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bstroobery · 6 months

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Tips for writing trans characters from someone who was afraid of writing them wrong:

Write their narrative in a way that makes sense for the characters.

For example, my character Dex Dieunarrah discovered he was trans very early in life (after entering kindergarten). This makes sense for his character because he is someone who knows what he wants and doesn’t stop in pursuit of it. He knows who he is and is extremely self-confident. So it makes sense that he knows he’s trans early on in life.

My character Currant Numerfein’s story revolves around how much her life changed after a traumatic family accident when she was young, and revolves around self-discovery and free will. She discovers more about herself and family history through others. So Dex was the one who explained what his experience with gender dysphoria was like and why he socially transitioned when he was younger. Currant decides to give it a try, and finds she much prefers living as a girl instead of a boy. So she sticks with it. It also affects her brother Leno, who is having difficulty moving on with the trauma but loves his sister anyway, despite how much he wishes to return to the past. Furthermore, after noticing how much happier his sister is now that she’s socially transitioned, it helps him realize that the past was actually worse for the people he cares for. I would also like to add that Currant does face a lot of transphobia throughout the story, and biphobia as well since she is also bisexual, which is a major part of her story as she fights to have the freedom to choose for herself in her life instead of allowing others to choose for her.

Another tip is to not bring too much attention to the trans-ness of a character unless it fits in with the narrative.

Such is the case with Ghost Long. He discovered he was trans relatively early on in life too, but he’s a character from a completely different culture as well (one completely fictional btw). He’s been around trans people his entire life, because he lives in a culture that is extremely accepting of a lot of things, and where gender identity is explored very early on for children and it is encouraged that you try out different things at a young age. So of course it makes sense he knew he was trans since he was little. When he decided to socially transition, his parents didn’t even bat an eye. They just said they would accept him and moved on with their lives. A major part of his character is the massive culture shock when he arrives on Earth, because it’s so different from where he’s from.

Then there’s D’Ghala Kanabo, a genderfluid alien who knows who they are, but hides it constantly until they finally feel comfortable around the main cast and embrace their full identity, including their quirks and bad parts of their history. It’s a major part of their character, since they try to hide their kind’s history and pretend it never existed and a huge part of their character is learning to accept that part of their heritage.

The final trans character I want to mention is Squid Fisk. They’re nonbinary, and absolutely refuse to elaborate on what they were identified as at birth. It’s no one’s concern. They already know they’re nonbinary when the reader meets them, and the reader never finds out their sex. Because it doesn’t matter. Their character struggles with trauma and depression, but their past remains mostly a mystery to everyone but their fraternal twin brother Pallet. No one else learns of this, because they deem it unimportant as they attempt to move on from the past at every turn and accept that what was will never be again.

With those three characters, they’re mentioned to be trans and the narrative brings that to a focal point only when necessary, such as when D’Ghala breaks away from their toxic ex-friend group and proudly expresses that they’re genderfluid because now they’re no longer tied down to the expectations had on them by others.

Sometimes you don’t need to write in how a character figured out their gender identity. You can just have them start off that way and never explain it, but give hints here and there. Sometimes you can write about a character discovering that they’re trans. Just remember that the story should fit the character. Don’t force the representation. Make it make sense to the character that you are writing.

Have a great day!

-🍓

#🍓#writing advice #writing trans characters #transgender #writing #writblr #trans character #writing tips

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vermakesthings · 9 days

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Magical weapons

I've explained weapons somewhat in my world background post, but this goes into more detail.

Every magic user gets a magical weapon, which is an extension of your soul and can be summoned/desummoned at will, and takes an extremely small amount of magical energy while active. The more you do with it (attacking people) the more it takes. If anyone except that person and a few very specific people touch that weapon, it will burn their flesh and damage them even through protective gear. You cannot weild somebody elses weapon barring for a few special circumstances. Parents and chiclren can have eachothers weapons- though siblings cannot- as well as lovers. Being genuinely in love with someone causes you to suddenly be able to summon their weapon. Every person's magical weapon also has colors and patterns. The child will have the color and pattern of their parent's weapons, even though they have a different weapon.

Lets take the example of Liam Lyradon. He has a spear, mostly red with spiral patterns of black around it. He was in love with Freya, who had a spear as well, red with a grid of thin silver lines. He could summon her weapon, and it would still be her pattern- and she could later on do the same with his weapon.

When they eventually got married, the patterns merged- both their weapons (and their kin's weapons) changed to be a unified theme. Red, with a grid pattern of thin black lines.

The symbol of marraige then is the unification of magical weapons.

The importance of magical weapons They are one of my world's only unique identifiers. In a world where fingerprinting doesn't yet exist, nor any form of DNA, and magic to provide illusions that change your face and voice, these work extremely well to provide proof of identity. If you are suspected of being in magical disguise- which would change the look of your weapon- you either hand it to someone else who may also hold it, assuming your partner or parent or whoever is there, or simply throw the weapon away from yourself, to a distance where your disguise could not possibly reach to change the form of it, and if it remains the same weapon then you are without doubt who you say you are. This only fails when you or one of your kin have recently married since you last saw the people you are trying to prove yourself too, and even then either pattern or color will remain the same (they don't both change) and the shape of your weapon remains the same anyways, so they can either remember in full detail the shape of the weapon or trust based on how it isn't that different that it is true.

It is also of course these people's primary weapon. Going back to my example of Liam Lyradon, he pretty much never uses any weapon barring his own and his partner's. He doesn't need too, a magical weapon is perfectly balanced for the user by default, unless it is someone elses weapon, and even then it can be grown used to. These weapons are an extension of the person, pretty much; thousands have ran in fear seeing a weapon, without even seeing the person's face that they know is there.

For the person summonning them they arn't really revered as much, any more than we would revere our own hands; they are an extension of the person themselves, and so a normal fact of life.

The magical weapons are important for the user but only in the way that our hands are important to us, and it only becomes important to other people if that person has grown great in might; then they will fear it.

Who has these weapons? Everyone who has magic in my world has a weapon like this, though also everyone who does not have magic has theirs decided, and anyone with great sight can see what theirs would be if they did have magic; so everyone has one assigned pretty much, but only those who have magic- either by being a true Aeternal, one of the marked, or by being a near descendent of either- actually are capable of summoning them.

Not everyone who has one visible is a warrior, though most anyone who has them are at least profficient in their use and many who are not actually warriors do spar and such often, both for the joy of it and in preperation for possible need. So yes; clerks, accountants, farm hands and such do also have them. Most however with them are warriors, as a single magic user can fight against over 20 nonmagic users; these weapons are only the first example of offensive magic, after all. The nations they live in would seek them in times of war or straight up steal them away as a child to train them for it depending on where it's at.

What decides the weapons look? The Elders in my world are the beings first created by the Thrikun (pretty much gods but not exactly) to inhabit the world. They were born as adults, with no parents, as they did not call the Thrikun father nor mother. All the people of the world in after ages were descended from these Elders, and the weapons is decided by which one of your Elder ancestors you resemble the most in soul. When a child is born, they're soul is made partially up from the seed of their parent's souls, which was in turn made up from the seed of their parent's souls, and so on until you reach the Elders, who's seed of their souls were manually decided by the Thrikun. The newborn will have a weapon from the start, though scaled down to their size and will grow larger as they do, and the weapon will be the type of whatever Elder ancestor their seed closest resembles. The weapon will not however be a clone of that ancestor's, but it will decide the model; it decides they weild a spear, but does not decide how long that spear should be nor any decoration and edges are defined by the Elder's, but is instead defined by the seed of their own soul (meaning it does typically resemble their parents, as they are more directly related with the soul seeds).

So short answer to the question would be hereditary, but very long distance hereditary; the seperation between child and Elder during the later parts of the dark years were in the hundreds of generations.

^(Was origonaly a thread of comments in reply to a reddit post, might be somewhat confusing to read. If it is let me know and I will edit it properly.)

#oc posts #I put this on the wrong account at first #oops #worldbuilding #Ver's fantasy

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cfcreative · 4 months

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Hello, do you like infodumps on other people’s Tavs? THEN BOY HOWDY HAVE I GOT A POST FOR YOU.

(Mostly I wanted to get this out of the way so maybe I can word vomit some more fun stuff for her here.)

NOTE: D&D is a game about imagination so I’m a little loose with Dragonborn “clan” stuff, and my characterization of Kory’s druidic philosophies don’t track with “lore”/canon ones. If you don’t enjoy that I apologize, but I’m not changing anything unless the change appeals to me.

Now that that’s out of the way…

KORYDASS FAYENCRUX (aka KORY)

OG!Korydass

1. Originally a character from a home game in a homebrew setting where Dragonborn were extraordinarily rare and Dragons basically old myths/almost old gods. Kory’s father was a full dragon named Fayencrux, she hadn’t seen or spoken to him in… a long, long time, not due to any strain on their relationship—they just had very long lifespans and Fayencrux was… somewhere else. Probably.

2. OG!Kory was a Guardian of a place called the Thornlore Woods (which she referred to as her Homewood). She would go into long periods of hibernation, and wake up when the wood was potentially threatened by world events. She’d been awake for long enough to meet the other PCs but wasn’t sure why she had been woken up.

3. A serene, thoughtful, and gentle soul, absolutely turning into a fangirl over exciting nature things. Easily adjusted to keep her cool during wild situations. A calm attitude kept her grounded!

Korydass in Faerún (BG3)

1. Korydass’s Clan was formed when her Grandsire, the Bronze Dragon Fayencrux, married a human woman (unnamed right now, just referred to as Grandam). (The clan uses Grandsire and Grandam, but you have to imagine a number of “greats” before that).

2. For reasons I will get into at another time, Korydass was named and raised by her Grandsire, and later left his company. As a young Dragonborn who had never really had dealings with “Society” and honestly was in the middle of nowhere on her own for the first time, she sort of just plopped down in what she now calls her “Homewood” and started learning Druidic magic in earnest.

3. While she outwardly appears serene like OG!Kory, Korydass in Faerún is an absolute fucking mess around people internally. She is keenly aware that she learned her manners from books and a dragon who has not left his sea cave for centuries. She appears quiet because she takes an extraordinary amount of time to craft her responses, keeping them short because, again, she doesn’t really know how to act around other humanoids. However, she is still an absolute fangirl over neat nature things, and for sure attempted to adopt every animal presented to her in BG3.

4. Her face is hard to read, but her tail gives her away all the time. She’s picked up far too many mannerisms (and odd habits) from the animals she surrounded herself with. You’re far better off learning her whole body language than trying to get a gauge on her feelings via her expression.

GENERAL STATS:

Bronze Dragonborn

Green eyes

7 Feet Tall

Generally lean body, but not overly muscular

No notable scars/piercings/tattoos

She has a lot of particular patina patterns that make her easily identifiable… I’ll put up some art that features it soon.

#Kory’s original background shaped a lot of her so I couldn’t leave it out #there’s more to the story but it’s more the contrast in why she presents a very controlled demeanor that’s important #OG!Korydass was really so serene and one with nature #Tav!Kory was a hermit in the woods and is just trying to fake being in control #basically a mindset of if she’s big and scary no one will mess with her #like a cat poofing all its fur out #OC: Korydass #my tav #oc infodump

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rosetheex-editor · 7 months

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[Video transcript begin.]

[The transcript begins from a front shirt pocket, the phone camera is facing the body of a person identified as "Ness". Grunting can be heard from both people as they both bring the person up stairs.]

?: Why the fuck did we take the stairs?

[Voice identified: Marina.]

Marina: Like, really? This is stupid.

?: You want to explain the knocked out person with a broken arm covered in dirt?

[Voice identified: Henry.]

[The two people finally make it up the stairs, setting Ness down. Marina can be heard off camera walking away while Henry tries to breathe.]

Henry: Marina, don't worry about getting the door open. it's unlocke–

[Before Henry can finish, Marina kicks the door in, shouting in victory and running over to pick up Ness and drag her into the apartment. Henry speaks again, sounding very annoyed.]

H: Unlocked…

M: Don't care, don't ask! get Ness in the apartment. I'll get the locks.

[The camera lighting changes as they both enter the apartment and bring Ness to a bedroom. Henry sets Ness on the floor and Marina can be heard locking the window and the door as Henry walks out and they shut the door. All the while, loud snoring can be heard in the background, coming from the couch.]

H: Thanks marina…

M: Sure straight boi!

[Henry sighs as both he and Marina walk into the kitchen, Henry grabs a cup of water as Marina can be heard walking back and forth.]

M: Soooo, how do you know Ness?

H: Oh…

[Henry takes a sip of water, and a deep breath, as Marina walks into frame, her legs visible.]

H: Me and Ness met in this little kindergarten back in philadelphia, mostly because we both liked jurassic park we became friends… Made a treehouse.

M: She mentioned Mari once… how'd y'all meet?

H: Oh… Well me and ness met mari one night at the park when they and sarah were hanging out. We've been friends ever since… But there was… Sarah's disappearance…

[Henry sounds somber. Marina bends down making her face visible, she looks sad.]

M: Hey… I might bully you but… Ness is my friend… What happened?

H: Ness spiraled, left philly, fell out of contact with everyone… Sarah was pretty much the glue that held us together… Then Mari disappeared because of that bitch Mai.

[A startled shout can be heard from behind the two, then a thump, as someone hits the floor.]

?: Wh– huh? Where?

[Voice identified: Edgar.]

H: Wha– No, Mai's not here Edgar. Don't worry, Marina and I were just talking.

E: Oh. Um. Sorry. I guess I just… was sleeping lightly? And heard the name? I don’t know, that’s my bad.

H: No, no, don't worry about it. Really…

[Edgar chuckles, shakily standing up, using the couch as support.]

E: Well, either way. I’m awake now. You two wouldn’t mind if I participated, would you?

M: I mind very much so.

[Marina laughs, In response Henry punches her in the arm off camera before falling to the ground, almost dropping the camera.]

H: OW! Bloody hell…

E: I can’t tell if you were serious about that or not. Uh…

M: Dude. No, I don't give a fuck. It's your apartment. Henry you good?

H: Neck!

E: Alright, uh. I’m going to grab something before I come sit down, is that alright with you?

M: Yeah. Again it's your fucking house we don’t have the power here… Where's your ice packs? Henry hurt his neck.

E: Fridge, I think. Or, well. Freezer. You know what I mean.

[The man can be heard moving to a room near the table, he stumbles slightly on his way over, resulting in a few louder footsteps, and a sharp breath. He reaches the room, and emerges a few moments later, before making his way to the kitchen table and sitting down.]

H: What did you grab?

E: Emotional support squirrel. Yes, I know that I’m not supposed to own a squirrel. It wasn’t my choice to bring him home.

M: Legally nothing can be done, soooo. You do you mate.

H: Oh, we put Ness in the room with the cat. The little guy seemed lonely.

E: Hm, should be fine. Unless Ness wants to kill a kitten for whatever reason.

M: I think she's just hormonal, not gonna lie.

H: Marina. I will jump up and hit you.

E: Hey! No fighting in the apartment, we already have enough destruction with Adam, Leon and Liam microwaving grapes all the fucking time.

H: But seriously. Ness will be fine, she just needs people to help her through this… She's already lost two friends. I don't think she'll hurt the kitten.

E: Good. Uh, so… where were you guys? Before my little, ah… interruption.

H: Talking about… Mari and Mai.

E: Right, right. Uh, if you need any… specific details. I think I could provide them.

H: Was… Mari at least happy with their choice… They didn't regret rigging the vote?

E: Haha, uh, already going with the hard ones, I see! I… think so. They seemed content to stay in the mall. I wasn’t as happy, though. It wasn’t fair.

H: Mari did it for Sarah… That had to have been the reason… Sarah was basically the only thing stopping Mari from losing it after Leanne died…

E: I’d imagine so, yes.

M: Leanne? Who's that?

H: Oh um…

[Henry stands up slowly, sighing deeply.]

H: Leanne was… Mari's mom…

E: I assumed so, based on your tone.

H: Yeah… Sarah was Mari's rock… Anchor whatever you want to call it. God I remember Mari's 14th? maybe 15th birthday meeting Leanne… She was an incredibly nice woman.

E: From what I’d heard, she sounded wonderful. Such a shame that fucking Tom decided to… So glad that I got rid ooofffff…

[Edgar trails off, realizing too late what he was admitting to at his kitchen table. He attempts to cover his slip-up with a cough.]

E: Anyway.

H: If you killed him I don't care. He forced mari to fucking watch as he killed leanne… I would have killed him if I got the chance.

E: … Hm. Well, in that case. I’m glad I used his head for golf practice. He was a prick.

H: He was the whole damn cactus… Anyway you play golf?

E: Wh– no! I– fuck no, I’m not at THAT level of fatherhood yet.

M: Fatherhood or just being really straight.

[Marina laughs and hits Henry in the arm, causing the camera to jostle.]

E: According to Leon, I’m one of the least straight heterosexuals he’s ever met. So…

M: How so?

E: Well, first off, Leon and I kissed once, but that was for spin the bottle, so it doesn’t fully count. I have 5 inch platforms in my closet, as well. And everyone is extremely convinced I’m bisexual. I don’t know why.

M: Ok I'm sorry but…

[Marina laughs for 30 seconds straight before being punched by Henry, his hand somewhat in frame.]

H: Anyway… You said fatherhood… It reminded me I'm… Sorry about Rose

E: Don’t be. It was mostly my fault. If I’d listened better to those fuckin’ anons on Tumblr, Ness probably wouldn’t be… like that. Right now.

[Almost as if on cue a scream of anger can be heard before the person speaks.]

?: LET ME OUT OF HERE MARINA!

[Voice identified: Ness.]

H: GO TO BED NESSA, YOU AREN'T BREAKING INTO THAT MALL!

Ness: FUCK OFF HENRY I DIDN’T ASK YOU!

[Marina can be heard walking and opening a door before kicking someone and walking back.]

M: Anyway!

E: Marina. Please do not kick people in my apartment. I don’t want to have to make rules for being here, but I will.

M: Ness shouldn't be trying to break into the mall but ok if anything I'll drag her outside and THEN kick her.

E: I heavily advise against that, Marina. Ness doesn’t need that right now. Nor does she ever, but now especially. I’ve been in the same situation. It doesn’t help. If I catch you doing that shit again, I will not hesitate to throw hands. And one of mine is made of metal. Consider your options carefully.

H: I might yell at her when she does dumb shit but do not kick her in the head… Again.

E: Wait, that reminds me. Sorry for essentially stealing a prosthetic from the hospital back in July. I needed to leave that room, I hope you understand.

M: I can’t legally condone escaping the hospital… But I'm off the clock so I don't give a rat's ass And as for the prosthetic… Yeah, we need that back.

E: Ha, um. About that… wh– okay, I don’t think I even need to explain. Here.

[A mechanic detaching noise can be heard, then metallic skittering on wood, as Adam makes his way over to Marina.]

?: Hello.

[Voice identified: Adam.]

M: WHAT THE FUCK?

E: Yeahhh. Um. Long story? So, the prosthetic is alive. You can’t take him back. Marina, this is Adam.

[The camera turns to face Marina whose eyes have lit up looking at Adam, a smile creeping up on her face.]

M: WOW! OH MY GOD THIS IS SO COOL!

E: Glad you think so. It gets less cool once he starts lighting shit on fire and saying slang you don’t understand.

A: I am innocent of this. I am. A mere. Pussy hat slay. Queen. In a world of. Normies.

E: See!? What the fuck does that even mean???

M: Uhhhhhhh.

[Marina looks at her phone.]

M: Hold on. Yeah no that makes no sense.

E: I knew it! You’ve been saying gibberish!

A: You are killing. My vibe.

M: No, I mean. The slang words are just modern stuff. The combination doesn't make sense

[Edgars voice becomes slightly muffled, as he places his head on the table.]

E: Why can’t people just say bitchin’ anymore... Slang was so much fucking easier in the 90s.

M: Not wrong.

E: Wait, how old are you?

M: 37. Probably 38 by now… Shit I don't remember.

E: Damn, I’m… 13 years older than you.

M: No fucking way. You look 20 something.

E: Technically I’m 52. But in every other way, 27. It’s a little confusing. I forget that people don’t know that about me.

M: Wha- wha- What kinda fuckin tech does showfall have? like i know about the wire stuff? I was Rose’s nurse when you brought her on that wheelbarrow.

E: Oh, I’m about to freak you out so much. Wanna know how my neck got this fucked up?

M: Sure? cuz realistically you need surgery to fix that shit.

[Edgar laughs for a few seconds, trying two times to start his sentence, but cutting himself off before he can say the first word.]

E: Okay, okay. I can do this. So… I got my head bitten off. And it got reattached. But whoever did it fucked it up. So now… yeah.

M: Wha- Ok what the fuck?

E: That’s in the top three of the list of fucked up things that have happened to me. You ever seen that Showfall show ‘The Mechanics Lament’?

M: Nope. Never had time to watch showfall stuff.

E: Hm. Well, you know that all those shows are real, right? You’ve been told that much? Hold on, I’ll pull something up…

M: Ness… told me I think? mostly about that Rhanboo guy? Getting boxed?

[The camera moves over to Edgar as he finches at the mention of the person called "Rhanboo".]

E: A– alright. Good. So you know that this clip is 100% real. Uh, before I show you. Are you alright with blood? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.

M: Edgar… I'm a fucking nurse. Being fine with blood is a job qualification.

E: Okay, but you don’t just go up to boxers and punch them because they’re a boxer, now do you?

M: Fair.

[Edgar holds out his phone to Marina with his left hand. The recording catches blurry shapes, it seems to be a clip of someone’s hand getting impaled.]

M: Jesus…

[He puts the phone face down, and holds his hand out to Marina. Showing off the hole.]

M: O- Oh my god…

E: Mhm.

H: Anywa-

[Henry is hit by something off screen and his head slams into the table as footsteps approach from a room behind them.]

Ne: YOU MOTHERFUCKER!

[The camera turns to face Ness as she punches Henry in the face, The phone falls to the ground and is picked up by Marina as Ness begins punching Henry again and again while crying.]

Ne: WHAT POINT OF STAY AWAY DON'T YOU GET!

E: Ness! Enough!

[Edgar attempts to stand up and move towards them, but he stumbles, and has to grab onto the table.]

Ne: STAY OUT OF THIS EDGAR! I COULD HAVE BEEN HERE! I SHOULDN'T HAVE FUCKIN LEFT AND ROSE WOULD STILL BE SITTING HERE! I'M NOT LETTING ANY OF MY FRIENDS GET HURT BECAUSE OF ME!

E: Ness, you are beating the shit out of Henry. You can’t fucking say shit like that and then pull this. Sit the fuck down.

Ne: HE KEEPS TRYING TO HELP ME! I DON'T NEED HELP I NEED MY FUCKIN FRIENDS! I NEED ROSE! I NEED SARAH! I NEED MARI!

[Henry grabs Ness' hand, blood now coming out of his nose.]

E: Ness. Calm down. Sit. You won’t be of any help like this. Please, I know how you’re feeling. But this mentality could get people killed. Sit down with us.

Ne: I- I-

H: Ness. Rose wouldn’t want this. Mari wouldn’t want this. Sarah DAMN sure wouldn't want this. Please just sit down.

[Ness begins sobbing Henry sits up and hugs her.]

Ne: I- I'm sorry…

[Edgar sighs. Drumming his fingers on the table anxiously, sitting back down.]

E: Rose is going to be fine. I know her, she can make it through this. And… wait. Do you guys know…?

Ne: K- Know what?

H: What's up?

E: Great. I absolutely love being the one to tell people shit like this.

[He clears his throat. Twice. Before speaking again.]

E: I… have been in contact with Mari. Recently.

Ne: How have they been! I've been too busy to keep up!

H: WHAT! HOW ARE THEY!

E: Oh, jeez, you guys are making this so fucking hard. They… okay, like a bandaid, just… They don’t remember you. Any of you. At all. I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.

Ne: I…

H: Oh…

Ne: I thought they at least remembered something…

E: Nothing. At first. They got two important memories back, which happened to be really fucking awful ones. First, their mother’s murder, and… me leaving them behind. Nothing about you guys.

Ne: I… um…

H: It’s going to be ok. I know it will… Any updates from today?

[Edgar stays silent, then begins to laugh. Not out of amusement, but of regret, and worry. He leans over onto the table, placing his head flat against the surface. After a few seconds, he sits back up. A sad and worried smile on his face.]

E: You guys are going to fucking hate me for this. Have you ever seen Saw?

Ne: You've got to be fuckin kidding me…

H: Not gonna hate you unless you kill one of my friends. and also yeah? why?

E: That purple son of a fuck set up a fucked up escape room for Mari. In the mall. Inspired by Saw. They’re in there right now. And… I– God… I’m sorry. Last I checked, they got stabbed in the leg and the arm by robotic versions of their parents. Recreating Leanne’s murder. I…

[Ness can be seen in frame digging her nails into her thighs, before punching the floor multiple times until her hand starts bleeding.]

H: Ness. breathe.

E: I’ll go– Hold on, I can’t exactly… Adam, can you go grab the first aid kit?

A: Aye. Aye. Captain.

[Adam swiftly skitters away to fetch the first aid kit.]

Ne: I'm fine…

M: Fuck no you ain't.

E: Yeah, no. Ness. You aren’t fine. It’s very apparent that you aren’t fine. Even I can tell.

M: Hey ok… Good news. Rose is… Progressing pretty well… Of course it's still not great but the chances of death are now lower than the chances of living.

E: That’s great news, actually. Thank you, Marina.

[Adam skitters back into frame, a large first aid kit in his mechanical tendril-like… things. He hands it to Edgar, who passes it down to Henry.]

H: Yep.

[Marina sighs.]

Ne: OW!

H: Yeah it's gonna hurt your knuckles are bleeding.

E: There’s something else that I was meaning to say. But… I don’t know if it’s a good idea, based on Ness’ reaction to the news about Mari.

Ne: Shut up and just get it over with.

H: Be nice.

E: I can take it. I’ve said much worse 6 inches from the bathroom mirror, anyway.

[He clears his throat, immediately regretting sharing that fact.]

E: I have also… Um. Hold on. I need the squirrel for this.

[A pause.]

E: I’ve… Spoken to Sarah.

Ne: S- She's alive!

H: HA! I KNEW IT!

E: Woah, woah, woah. Hold on. I’m not done. She’s not exactly… her. Right now.

H: Wha- What do you mean? Did those assholes make her… Sam again?

E: No, they didn’t. Um. She’s… what’s the right way to put this…?

Ne: Is… she like Sparrow?

E: Yes, that’s what I was going for. Showfall has her acting in… A sort of children's show. I think. I’ve spoken to her before and after this happened. It was… stressful. Especially directly before the switch over.

Ne: …

H: S- she always wanted to take care of kids… Hell according to mari… Sarah's been saying that for years…

E: She also got her arm ripped off, I think. I– Sorry. I– I don’t know why I said that without warning, shit– Sorry.

Ne: WE NEED TO SAVE THEM!

H: Ness.

E: No. Ness. You are NOT going in there. Under no circumstance are you to EVER break into that mall. It ends poorly for everyone who tries.

Ne: WHAT IF THEY BOTH DIE! WHAT IF THEY CAN'T GET OUT!

H: Ness..

E: Ness, I mean it. You’re staying out here. They’ll be okay.

Ne: BUT WHAT IF THEY’RE NOT!

H: Ness…

E: Do you wanna know what fucking happens to people who break into that mall, Ness? Do you really want to fucking know?

Ne: THAT DIDN'T STOP YOU FROM DOING IT MULTIPLE FUCKIN TIMES!

[Edgar stands swiftly, his chair sliding across the tiles, he slams his hand into the table.]

E: DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE BRING THAT UP, NESS.

H: NESSA KYLIE HOFFSON! I WON'T LOSE YOU TOO YOU UNDERSTAND?

Ne: I- I-

[Ness starts sobbing, hands covering her eyes.]

H: I UNDERSTAND YOU LOST SARAH AND MARI, BUT SO HAVE I! I CAN'T LOSE YOU EITHER! NOT LIKE THIS.

E: Ness, you need to understand the risks of going in there. I’ve seen people die. I’ve seen people get caught. I’ve seen people get stuck. Their blood is on my hands because I didn’t stop them. I won’t let yours be spilled because I didn’t stop you, too. I can’t let that happen again. You’re staying out here.

Ne: I- I… I'm sorry.

E: … So am I. For shouting.

H: We should all try to go to bed… It’s getting late…

M: Yeah and I have to get home.

E: You’re all welcome to stay here. I’ll sleep on the couch.

M: Oh don't worry I had Henry grab my sleeping bag… And I assume Ness will just sleep in Rose's bed… And I have my own house.

E: I’m not letting Henry sleep on the floor. I’m alright with the couch.

H: I could always sleep on the couch?

E: Nope. My apartment, my rules. You’re getting a fuckin’ bed, dude.

H: Well in that cas-

[Henry is cut off by Marina coughing.]

M: Forgetting something?

H: OH RIGHT MY BAG!

[Henry leaves the phone on the table to grab his bag, showing a nice view of the lights, and a curious squirrel sniffing the camera..]

Ne: So… I'm taking Rose’s bed?

E: Yeah, Liam and Leon just texted to tell me they’d be home soon, so the bunk bed is taken, and Henry is going to be taking mine. The couch is mine tonight, and nobody is sleeping on the floor. So…

Ne: Plus Rose is my… friend? cru-

[Ness cuts herself off, as Marina laughs.]

Ne: Friend! yeah Friend.

E: That reminds me, maybe tomorrow I could give you some tips on how to flirt. If you’re up for that, of course.

Ne: Sure.

E: Great, because it seems to me like you’ll need it. No offense. It’s almost painful

Ne: Dude… You're just as bad at cooki-

M: Don't say a fucking word.

E: Oh, no. Carry on. Please!

Ne: YOU BURNT WATER!

E: Ah! Burnt makes it sound like it DIDN’T light on fire. Which it did. I accept my inability to cook with pride.

M: Oh shit! Call from the hospital. Henry better get his fucking bag or he's coming with me!

Ne: What's it about?

M: R-

[Marina cuts herself off, taking a deep breath before changing it.]

M: Old person stuff.

E: Hm. Well, you’d better get going, then. Usually they don’t tend to live long, old people.

[Henry runs in as Marina runs out, Henry puts his bag on the floor and sighs.]

H: Y'all know why Marina was running like that?

E: Got a call from the hospital, said it was ‘old person stuff’. I call bullshit.

H: Probably… But I'm really tired… Can we go to bed?

E: I’m not going to stop you, yeah. Of course you can.

H: Ok…

Ne: Good night bro…

H: Night sis…

E: Are you two– Never mind. Good night.

Ne: We aren't siblings. Just known each other for so long we call each other bro and sis

E: Damn. Must be nice. Anyway, I’m going to sit on the couch and watch some TV while I wait for Liam and Leon. Don’t be afraid to ask for anything, alright?

Ne: Um… Can I actually hang out here? and watch TV with you?

E: Sure, I’m fine with that.

Ne: Cool.

[Ness grabs the phone as she and Edgar slowly move to the couch, When they finally get there, they both sit down. Only for two people covered head to toe in dirt to come sprinting in.]

?: CLOSE IT CLOSE IT CLOSE THE FUCKING DOOR CLOSE IT!

[Voice identified: Leon.]

?: WHAT DO YOU THINK I’M DOING?

[Voice identified: Liam.]

E: Woah! The fuck happened to you two?

Le: BOBCAT. THERE’S A BOBCAT AND IT FOLLOWED US BACK. IT’S IN THE FUCKING HALLWAY.

E: WHAT THE FUCK?

[Something bangs against the door, causing Leon to scramble to grab a chair from the kitchen and prop it up against the door.]

Ne: WHAT THE HELL!?!?!?

L: WE DIDN’T MEAN TO MAKE IT MAD I SWEAR IT JUST HAPPENED.

E: WHY DID IT FOLLOW YOU INTO THE APARTMENT COMPLEX? HOW???

Le: I DON’T KNOW.

[The camera is pointed towards the door, showing each attempt for the wild animal to get in. The banging stops for a few seconds, and Leon steps away. Carefully.]

Le: Okay, it should be–

[Leon is cut off by the bobcat hitting the door again, forcing it open slightly. The group screams.]

[Error! Device out of battery. Ending transcript…]

[Transcript end.]

#showfall ask blog #encoreverse blog

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hyperfixationhopper · 2 years

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Can i request like headcanons of Revenant with a male reader who loves physical touch, cuddles and stuff but rev doesn't know how to react to affection and tries his best to comfort them?

(also ur kay/o headcanons is *chefs kiss* robots needs more love, have a lovely day)

rev needs a hug honestly

(TYSM I WAS WORRIED IT WASNT VERY GOOD FHDKDKDKF also YOU TOO TY)

also fair warning im a little new to writing in a blog style, im more familiar with stuff like ao3, so im still experimenting with how im formatting things, warnings, info, titles, etc. ill admit I wasn't really thinking when I made the previous post, hence the lack of title, warnings, info, etc (I apologize for that sksjdjdk). so, bear with me, im still experimenting and fucking around with things, itll be a bit before i figure it all out <3

hfjddkd sorry I got a little carried away and made it a full story ;; and sorry its not very much like how your request asked, I got an idea and ran with it (Im so good at not following requests properly fr)

extra info? the romantic relationship is newly formed, and having a bit of a rocky start, you're both still figuring everything out.

warnings? angst, a bit of violent behavior on rev's part lmao, other than that its mostly fluff

soft guy

Only what could be described as a panicked mechanical grunt emitted from Revenant, as arms wrapped around his midsection without warning. Without missing a beat, he whipped around while simultaneously exiting his assailant's grip, prepared to attack, his hands already molded into the sharp blades his victims knew all too well, prepared to kill.

However, he backed down nearly immediately, realizing who his alleged attacker was; you, his boyfriend, completely and utterly terrified. Normally, the simulacrum loves scaring people, it's why he joined the games, to strike fear into those unfortunate enough to have the horrifying, sadistic and merciless Revenant as their opponent. Something about the power trip is so enticing to him. But him, scaring you? No, he cannot afford to drive you away. He won't let the one person even remotely interested in spending time with him escape, as selfish as it sounds. You're too special to lose.

He grunted, his hands reverted to their previous state, his fingers wiggled around a bit, finding their places once more. He glares at you. "Skinsuit, you can't pull shit like that, unless you want to be impaled." His voice laced with malice, he had a scary quality about him. If you knew him better, you would know better than to think of this as a genuine threat if you knew him well, rather, it was a red herring, a veil. If you knew him better, you wouldn't think he was set on hurting you, really it was just a concerned warning, in his own way. He doesn't do well with surprises, and he isn't used to intimate touch yet, let alone a surprise hug, which is unfortunate for you, a lover of touch and intimacy, however, you didn't know him well enough to identify the veiled warning, and took it as it seemed; a genuine threat. You stumbled backwards slightly. His dim yellow optics convey some sort feeling of.. Regret? Dissatisfaction? You couldn't tell, it was definitely something negative, for sure.

You were shaking a bit, and tears were threatening to flow. Was he really about to kill you right then and there, without a second thought? Fuck, this guy was scary. "Ah- Sorry.. I uh, I didn't think you'd react like that.." Revenant's gaze softened, and looked way more friendly- well, maybe not friendly. Passive? Something along those lines. He eyed your face, analyzing it. He walked over to you, and you flinched slightly as he came close. "Hey, I'm not gonna hurt you, okay?" His tone was quiet and soft, eyes attentive, his voice still managed to hold that attractive gravelly effect. He knelt down so you were eye to eye, he was obviously trying to make his body language look less threatening, though it wasn't very effective. "Look at me." You were afraid of what he'd do if you didn't, so you complied. Revenant sighed, and paused for a moment, unhappy at your fear. "Look... I'm sorry, okay? I... fuck..." He sighed, his confidence faltering. "I don't want you to be afraid of me, skinbag." He looked away, embarrassed at his confession, and he took a deep breath through his artificial lungs. "I... damnit.." You swore his "cheeks" were turning pink. "I want you to... feel safe.. with me.." He breathed out a handful of curses. He pinched the bridge of his nose, his eyes closing as he huffed, his internal fans were noticeably whirring now. He stood back up normally, bringing a hand up to rub the back of his neck.

Holy shit.

This guy really does care, doesn't he? The tough guy persona was really starting to get to you, so much so that you were starting to think he didn't like you. Though his stubborn and rude attitude really were just an act. You were happy he could be open and vulnerable with you, even if it wasn't a whole lot, and not for very long, it was a small step, and that was everything to you. He was embarrassed, but he succeeded, it meant so much to you that he could sacrifice his ego just for your well-being. You really meant something to him, you had to. Your tears and fear were long gone, in fact, a smile was nearly on your face. Your doubts about this relationship were melting away by the second, maybe this would last. Revenant didn't seem to be the type to have such moments of weakness, especially this early on in a relationship. Such a juxtaposition compared to how he's usually teasing you with horny remarks or jabs at you for whatever reason.

"Thanks Rev, that means a lot." His eyes glowed more intense, seems he likes the nickname. His stance had evened out now, standing normally. He hummed in approval, analyzing your face, memorizing every little detail, as well as searching for any possible sign you were hiding that you were upset. His eyes kept coming back to your lips. He was definitely smiling, and now so were you.

"You're handsome when you smile, skinsuit, y'know that?"

God he could kiss you right now.

And that he did.

#revenant x male reader #the r in fr is for revenant #god I love revenant #live laugh love?#more like #revenant revenant revenant

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alicuntisms · 2 years

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sorry for the long ass ask about the fic, I sent it separately in case you don't want to publish it. (another long ass ask incoming lol) I have to say I disagree about the crazy betrayal bit because I don't think it's that crazy in the sense, that intense and shocking, because everyone repeatedly tells edwina from the beginning that anthony is explicitly looking for a loveless marriage and kate also repeatedly tries to talk her out of accepting being courted by him because she wants love for her and all that that we rehashed a thousand times in the fandom. imo the writers overplayed it a bit with how oblivious and naive edwina is, it comes across a little too much, like how willfully ignorant can she be written as. but i do agree that it's understandable that she did feel a betrayal, unless she was supernaturally perceptive, she wouldn't know what had been developing between kate and anthony when she wasn't with them. and like, your sister gave her approval for this guy to marry you, everyone acts supportive, suddenly literally at the altar you get an inkling something's happened between them... i don't think the writing was that bad regarding her reaction. what's she supposed to do, say oh hey kate, wanna switch places and I'll just get publicly humiliated at what's supposed to be my own wedding. i mostly don't feel like their reconciliation afterwards was all that it could (should) be, because kate was clearly prepared to let her sister marry a man she had feelings for if it meant her sister could be happy and edwina doesn't seem to appreciate the weight of that. also I agree with you about people's preference for book edwina - it is straight up hilarious to see people call show edwina plot device, when book edwina's entire purpose is to get kate and anthony together and be their cheerleader, like gimme a break... I don't even think people who like kate can't hate edwina, I don't care, but you can't project your own hate on kate and think you're doing the character justice. or when people were writing posts how if anthony found out edwina called kate half sister, he'd ban her from bridgerton properties or take away the dowry he gave edwina or whatever else with the purpose to hurt her. incredible galaxy braining defending a woman of color (kate) by imagining the ways a white guy can be horrible towards a different woman of color.

there's being told something and seeing it for yourself and while everyone and their mom told edwina he didn't want a love match, anthony never explicitly says that he does not love edwin, he does not say TO EDWINA that he does not seek a love match. as far as edwina is concerned (especially with the amount of effort that anthony put into courting her) he clearly feels something for her, something that her 18yo mind can only interpret as love. edwina is naive! she's romantic! she's idealistic! of course she's just going to take everything at face value: kate says she hates him, so kate hates anthony. anthony says he wants to marry edwina, that he'll be good to her, he defends her family from the sheffields, he goes forward with the engagement despite the lack of dowry, then clearly that means he wants her more than anything, that he must love her more than anything. if it were just business why go through so much effort, you know? and then you have mary, violet, danbury, even the queen of fucking england telling her its a love match with zero contradictions from anthony OR kate - what else is she supposed to believe? i don't think she's oblivious but definitely naive. her only example of love is mary and her father and we can only assume that it's nothing like what's happening between kate and anthony. why would edwina be able to identify lust and longing and attraction when she's never experienced it herself? at the end of the day, the reveal at the wedding rocks edwina's entire world and i do think she views it as the ultimate act of betrayal and i don't think she's wrong. i'm a big proponent of off-screen moments so i don't think a proper "apology" conversation needed to happen on screen, i think the conversation in the dressing room and the dance between sisters heavily implies that the conversation had been had and that they were reconciled. i'm willing to take that point at face value, you know? (and i don't give a FUCK what cvd says - it's not actually on the screen in the show so it's not canon, it's just their opinion) but as far as the weight of it all - edwina never asked kate to put her own feelings aside. she didn't ask kate to give up her own hopes and dreams and wants in order to give edwina what she wanted and thus we get the 'i didn't ask for any of it' line (and like don't even get me started on how people are determined to say 'well she said she wanted anthony so she's lying here' and it's just. clearly she is talking about the sacrifices that kate CHOSE TO MAKE ON HER OWN that were never asked for.) i don't know. for me putting so much blame on edwina is a disservice to kate's character in general. ignoring how much kate loves her family and would never disown them, the fact remains that kate made these choices, she CHOSE to give these things up without talking to edwina about what SHE wants. she CHOSE to be edwina's internal voice, pushing her towards decisions that KATE thinks is the best for edwina and edwina has never known different so why would she contradict her beloved sister? i know i've gone off on a tag rant before about how anthony is probably the first time that edwina has wanted something outside of her relationship with kate. you can see that when edwina is unsure about lumley but because kate likes him, she puts her own concerns aside to follow kate's advice. and i think that gets missed so often (it's like two seconds in ep2) and is such a huge indicator of what their relationship is like. so then to get to the altar at the end of what edwina thinks is her first solo decision ever only to find out that there's this HUGE aspect of anthony and kate that edwina was unaware of that everyone else seemed to sense and say nothing to her about and i'm sure her decision feels infinitely less like something SHE chose and something that KATE pushed her into with her desperation for edwina to get her hea.

and now that i'm done ranting and am completely unsure that i'm making any fucking sense lol. the point is: everyone is to blame for the fuck ups that happened in s2 except newton. and gregory and hyacinth. (and definitely more blame should go to anthony than anyone else since he could have stopped this entire circus so many fucking times and just DOESN'T!!!!!!)

#love getting the chance to just go apeshit with my opinions #i have so many of them!#*insert old man yells at cloud pic*#seriously ask my opinions 9 times out of 10 they'll be salty and that's always fun lol

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chiefbeifongcanrailme · 2 years

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4,5, 8 for the writing ask!

Hi Liz! This may be a lil long so I'm going to throw it under the cut.

4) Share a sentence or paragraph from your writing that you’re really proud of (explain why, if you like)

This is from Chapter seven of Soul: Perils, so you've been warned for spoilers. I think it's the first time I managed to dive into the more emotional side of the Linzin break-up. This might even be the best job I've ever done at conveying the intensity of Lin's inner conflict in relation to Tenzin.

Circumstances aside, you kissed another man. Everything flashed through her mind in a matter of seconds. His voice echoed in through the pounding in her head. Circumstances aside, you kissed another man. Another man is kissing YOU. In finality, time caught up with her thoughts as soon as Tenzin's lips touched hers. But before he could turn that contact into a kiss- before he could feel her lips on his, again, Lin had to shove him away. She mustered her strength and plunged at his chest with all her might. Her whole body heated up with variety of emotions she was feeling. Guilt, anger, longing and agony were just some of the larger sensations injecting shock waves through her nerves. Tenzin slid the short distance away from her on the bench. His face full of adoration from moments ago now wiped off by the truculence of dismay. The peril in pain lasts longer than the security in joy.

5) What character that you’re writing do you most identify with?

Strangely enough, it's got to be Lin. While our outer personalities may be quite different, I think our inner clockwork is very alike. I find it very easy to write Lin- I'm not sure if that makes me an empath, or just that I love and admire this character so much that I fully understand her. But I find myself relating to her a whole lot.

8) Is what you like to write the same as what you like to read?

Mostly, yes. However, I tend to shy away from writing smut or overly angsty stuff (unless I'm in a certain kind of mood), so it's nice to read that kinda stuff that I can't write. Eventually, I write mostly for myself and the stuff I want to read. My limitations lie in my expression: in that, I just can't write stuff that isn't meant to be funny or ironic. I like reading feelings and pain and agony because I don't know how to articulate it.

Ask me fun meta questions!

#thank you for indulging me #ily liz #grab a cookie for keeping me company #my brain is on 2% so excuse my rambling #merkittty answers

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hjcoolartnerd · 1 month

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I know I just not long ago made episode 5 but i was super bored today and it took me like no time doing m6 few interactions. Also so people understand Eric, season 1, super gullible, season 2 gullible, season 3 knows how to play well, season 4 (as mentor) is full well how to identify when being manipulated, season 5 decides to use his knowledge against 5 out of 16 of the cast. Mal’s takes out 6, 1 either losses to Mike o wins, 4 don’t have to do anything with Mal or Eric. So yeah Eric is secondary villain.

Previous Episodes:

Moon Madness

Episode 6: No One Eggspects The Spanish Opposition

Recap:

Chris: “ last time on total drama all stars! The island was based in a rare blue harvest moon turns, normally sweet creatures into pure evil, totally unsafe to be after dark. So I made it a night challenge *laughs* as the raced Heather pretend to be affected by the moon following Eric’s suggestion to try and play nice to bother Alejandro. While Cameron and his broken specks got ditched by Mike or was it Mike? Daniel and sierra confront Eric about his two alliances which prompts Eric to trip his own brother to lose him and sierra. In the end the villains won, again and Cameron volunteer to be the home bound hero because he felt like a liability. But in a final twist Cameron became the newest member of the villainous vultures. But that was then and this is now and we can’t stop it, so we got a top it right here, on Total! Drama! All Stars!”

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villains at the spa hotel:

* Cameron trying to fix his glasses as Courtney passes by*

Courtney: “ don’t bother you won’t be around long enough for it to matter”

Courtney’s confessional: “ with Cameron on our team the newbie target is off my back. Next time we lose four eyes is going home unless he can’t fix his glasses. Then he’ll be two eyes, still he is out”

Eric: “hey don’t mind her she is just pissy as always.”

Gwen: “here maybe a twist tie will help!”

Cameron: “it worked! Thanks!”

Gwen: “the villain team isn’t entirely made up of evil people”

Heather: “you look nerdier than before. I know it sounds imposible but here you are doing in, so”

Alejandro: “Heather, please I think that he pulls off a nerdy look with a generous measure of dignified flare”

Eric: “it’s mostly made up of evil people *cameron Eric and Gwen walk away*”

Eric’s confessional: “I haven’t had a moment to talk to Alejandro about sierra and Daniel knowing about him being able to use his legs. I’m trying my best but since Cameron joined the team him and Heather have been trying to get Cameron to side with them…. Also how dumb do they think Cameron is those ‘compliments’ wouldn’t swoon him”

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Heroes at the Loser cabin:

*sierra was watching the video that Cody sent him and sees everything that has been happening*

Daniel: “hey sierra! Ready to plan how we are going to expose Er- *gets hit by sierra* Ouch!”

Sierra: “I knew it! You are faking it!”

Daniel: “what are you even talking about?”

Sierra: “You were tying to use your ‘good’ personality to try and manipulate me!”

Daniel: “Sierra I changed! I *sierra shows him the video* oh… yeah I was but right now you and I have very valuable information, we need to expose Eric! After he tripped us last challenge he-“

Sierra: “I’ll deal with Eric by my self. But you Daniel, you are going DowN!”

Daniel’s confessional: “*face palms* I should have been more careful with what I said! I forgot about Cody…. Maybe I should had let her be without a phone.”

Sierras confessional: “This is the worst experience ever! Eric is evil and I was being played by Daniel! How dumb could i Be! Ugh I need to focus on getting Daniel out and then deal with Eric! Because right now he might be all goody but I know the more he spend with the villains he will probably become one. And then there is Mike breaking things….and all his evil laughing”

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*everyone at the docks*

Chris: “welcome all! Today’s challenge involves a trip to the fun zone! *laughs*”

Sierra: “yay *laughs*”

Heather: “what’s the catch? Is the funzone just a building that’s on fire?”

Chris: “No”

Duncan: “is it a pit full of intestines?”

Chris: “would that be fun? You’ve had it kind of rough lately so I figured…. Okay the lawyers figured you deserve a treat, but if you’d rather do something else”

Everyone: “No!”

Chris: “fun son it is! Oh here’s our ride”

Scott: “Im back from exile! *chris pushes him back inside*

Chris: “all aboard!”

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Duncan: “the fun zone is on bony island?”

Chris: “yep it works better as a surprise that way”

Eric: “ugh I have a bad feeling about this….”

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*before entering the fun zone*

Eric: “*whispers* Alejandro! We have a problem!”

Alejandro: “What?”

Eric: “*whispers* Sierra and Daniel both found out about your…. Secret and our alliance, we have to make the heroes lose so the can get booted….”

Alejandro: “what how?”

Eric: “I think Sierra saw us talking and she must have told Daniel”

Alejandro: “now that complicate things”

Eric’s confessional: “I need to get them out or else they might tell the others about Alejandro and me! And me and Scott and they could ruing my plans to get Courtney out!I also need Heather to trust me completely!”

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Chris: “welcome to the outside of the fabulous fun zone! Patent pending. All right let’s move it people keep a steady past”

*everyone enters the fun zone and Chris closes the gate&

Chris: “you are now in the the fun zone aka the most dangerous place you’ve ever been! Your challenge is easy put eggs in a basket. Eggs found here in the fun zone belong to all the terrifying mutants from season four! Who will try to smash your bodies and eat you!”

Eric: “i knew I had a bad feeling about this!”

Mike: “what is fun about that?”

Chris: “um… it’s fun to watch?”

Alejandro: “all we have to do is collect the eggs?”

Daniel: “sounds like a really dangerous egg hunt”

Chris: “you’ll be fine they’re just wild mutated beast trying to protect their unborn babies how bad can it get? First team with 6 eggs in their basket wins”

Eric: “so basically this is a more dangerous version of the final five challenge in season 3 where we had to find condor eggs?”

Daniel: “it appears so.”

Duncan: “what if an egg hatches?”

Chris: “as long as you keep whatever hatches in your basket counts, and as a special bonus who ever collects the most eggs for the winning team gets a special reward! So exited? Huh? *Scott snores* SCOTT!”

Duncan: “*laughs* I found that funny because I’m not a nice person that’s why I laughed, cause I’m not nice *he went and helped Scott up*”

Scott: “thanks man!”

Duncan: “aw…”

Chris: “ the red baskets belongs to the villains! The gold one for Duncan and the rest of the do-gooders. I’d wish you all good luck but… it’s bad for ratings, so I hope some of you get really hurt. Begin!”

Daniel: “want to look for eggs together sir-*gets punched in the face* ouch! Or not….”

Eric: “what was that about?”

Daniel: “nothing that concerns you! Oh and you better keep on eye sierra found out you aren’t totally a good guy this time around and she knows your plan, and she is thinking of showing the footage to everyone *Daniel’s runs from there to find eggs*”

Daniel’s confessional: “yeah I gave Eric a heads up why? Because I’m at least proud, I know Bryan would have done the same. Eric is playing the game. He will trick two of the strongest players and with Scott he is going to manipulate Courtney so that’s 3 threats out. Hope he has a plan on how to take out sierra and break up Mike and Zoey.”

Eric’s confessional: “mmh I don’t know if to trust my own brother, on one hand sierra is crazy and could had just punched him for being a jerk. On the other hand an outside source sent her video of most of the confessionals and might know my plans…. Maybe I should try to break her phone but how….”

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Eric: “*passes by a three and sees Scott sleeping* Scott?! *he places a arm on Scott’s shoulder and wakes him up as he throws random punches into the air and hits Eric in the eye” ouch!”

Courtney: “*sees and holds Scott still* Scott stop! It’s me! *scott calms down* come on let’s find some eggs and laugh at Eric’s black eye”

Eric: “*gets up* wow I was trying to not have you get eaten by a mutant monster next time I won’t help Scott! *walks away*”

Scott’s confessional: “did I just punch Eric in the eye? Did he tried waking me up? I’m not exactly someone easy to wake up…. I really hope he is okay”

Eric’s confessional: “ note to self never wake up Scott again…. Now I look like al during the Amazon challenge…. Which is fitting because we are in a forest of some kind”

Courtney’s confessional: “ got to say Scott had a nice right hook! He gave Eric a good black eye”

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Daniel: “Sierra come on! Talk to me! I’m sorry for trying to manipulate You!”

Sierra: “*stops and Daniel stops right after* all this time I thought you changed from your season 4 shananigangs it I see you are still a wolf in sheep’s clothing!”

Daniel: “look I know I get a bit…. Ugly when I’m competing but trust me, I do value your friendship… and with the video Cody sent you maybe we could expose eric?”

Sierra: “oh really expose your own brother? Why would you do that?”

Daniel: “Eric always makes it far and it’s time for him to stop reaching the finals. Trust me I want him out as early as possible too”

Sierra: “really?”

Daniel: “yes… look I might have told him earlier that you have evidence to expose him to everyone so he might be really paranoid and try to hurt you to get the phone…. But he won’t suspect if I have it”

Sierra: “and how do I know you won’t just destroy it?”

Daniel: “okay I’ll give you my word you give ,e back my phone for safe keeping and to prove my loyalty to you by voting myself off in next elimination deal?”

Sierra: “mmmm fine! But if you betray me I’ll end you!”

Daniel’s confessional: “I will totally do what I promised, I was going to betray her but in case that we don’t lose, I want to keep this as an insurance policy as a trustworthy ally”

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Chris: “first egg goes to the vultures!”

Eric: “ yes! *carrying an egg of a mutant gopher*”

*eric runs towards the basket and places it in*

Heather: “so nothing?”

Eric: “what are we talking about?”

Chris: “I didn’t make it a rule that said that they can’t steal the eggs so I guess they can”

Heather: “you stay guard the nest Alejandro”

Alejandro: “you are the boss!”

Eric: “yeah well gotta go!”

Eric’s confessional: “how do I make Heather trust me… maybe I could suggest we vote off Al if we lose?”

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*Daniel and Sierra keep looking for eggs they see Duncan who wont join them in search for eggs"

Chris: "and the score is one all! l

Daniel: "excellent! 5 more and we win!"

sierra: "but if the villains get 5 more they also win"

*sierra and Daniel find an egg and they both take it towards the basket as its about hatch they manage to place it in the nest when it hatches*

Chris: "thats two eggs for the heroes!"

sierra: "look dan! we are parents!"

Daniel: "What!?"

Duncan: "well maybe you two should stay and guard the nest *leaves*"

sierra: " sure! A mother has to take care of her new borns. *turn to Daniel* lets call the, cody and Danny"

Daniel's confessional: "babe she is crazy and i totally don't like her! i only have eyes for you!"

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Chris: “it’s hard boiled down o two eggs all but the challenge is far from over easy, who will win? Your quiche is as good as mine *chef laughs* stay tuned to Total Drama All Star! Yeah I’m going to fire whoever wrote that”

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Courtney: “I don’t know how you guys put up with a whole season of these weird monsters”

Scott: “ hey whatever doesn’t horribly maim and devour you only makes you stronger! Stay close I got your back *hold Courtney’s hand*

Scott’s confessional: “ I think my dumb act is winning Courtney over! This was easy and painless!”

Scott: l *lets go of Courtney’s hand* “sorry Uh, I uh *gets grabbed by the leg by a mutant gopher* Woah!!!!”

*they both scream as Courtney grabs a tree branch to try and protect Scott and huts Scott 3 ties before hitting the goppher*

Scott’s confessional: “not painless…. Is painful!*falls*”

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Chris: “ and the villains are up 5 to two!”

Eric: “yes! Now I need to find one more!”

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*sees heather fighting off a mutant goat*

Eric: “hey Heather be careful! If you fall ill have one less ally to vote off Alejandro!”

Heather: “shoot! Go bug a hero! *she falls and the egg she had breaks revealing the Invincibility statue* hello what have we here?”

Eric’s confessional: “NO! This can’t be happening! This can’t be happening!”

*heather is about to hide it*

Eric: “wait! Heather that’s not a smart move!”

Heather: “what do you know?”

Eric: “do you remember who our teammate is? Alejandro is probably spying on you!”

Heather: “if he is then I can’t take it with me either can I?”

Eric: “no but! If you hand it to me I’ll keep it safe!”

Heather: “you think I’m stupid enough to fall for that trick?”

Eric: “you were about to leave it behind free for anyone to find it!”

Heather: “fair point!”

Eric: “besides, my sole goal is to take Alejandro out of the game. Trust me Heather I am on your side!”

Heathers confessional: “Eric has never betrayed me in the past and he is gullible enough to fall for everyone’s plan but I think I can trust him..”

Heather: “okay fine! *she hands Eric the immunity idol*”

Eric: “thanks you heather *leaves*”

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Daniel: “sierra stop pampering those rat! After the challenge you should free them”

Sierra: “Free them?” Free them? Are you nuts how can you say that about your sons!”

*Duncan arrives and leaves a tini tiny egg*

Chris: “and it’s five to three villains!”

Daniel: “come on Sierra you are acting crazy right now, baby condor crazy! These are mutant baby rats, if normal rats are dangerous imagine mutant rats”

Sierra: “Cody, Danny don’t listen to your dad he is being a meany right now!”

Daniel’s confessional: “how did she went from strategic to cookoo crazy in seconds?”

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Chris: “seventeen to five! The heroes win!”

Heroes: *cheer*

*eric smiles and wink at heather and she smirks*

Heathers confessional : “with Eric keeping my idol safe, I’m relaxed to know that Alejandro will be going home tonight! Mark my words!”

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Villains Votes:

Alejandro: Heather

Cameron: Alejandro

Courtney: Alejandro

Eric: Heather

Gwen: Alejandro

Heather: Alejandro

Scott: Alejandro

Eric’s confessional: “Heather is so trusting in me but she doesn’t realize I’m going to double cross her”

*before elimination*

Alejandro: “I know you have Heather’s immunity idol! Were you planning to double cross me?!”

Eric: “relax Alejandro *takes out the idol* I wasn’t going to double cross you, I was playing heather. She still hasn’t had her karma after conspiring with Bryan on season 2. *gives it to alejandro* besides you are my ally and you are a man of your word… I know it because in season3 in Area 51 you owed Duncan and you relayed it by voting Tyler. So now you owe me and you know who I want out”

Alejandro: “yes Courtney”

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Chris: “I tallied the votes and tonight’s flushed is…. Alejandro!”

Heather: “Ha!”

Alejandro: “oh, I do not think I’m leaving”

Heather: “oh yeah? Really? Why is that? *Alejandro gets up, most people gasp except Eric sierra and daniel, Alejandro walks towards heather*”

Alejandro: “I got diplomatic Immunity! *everyone gasps*”

Chris: “just immunity Al”

Heather: “Eric! I can’t believe it!”

Eric: “I don’t know what you are talking about Heather?”

Heather: “You! you!”You! *she gets up and faces eric*

Chris: “I hate to interrupt during such a well thought argument but the only two votes that weren’t for Alejandro were for you! You! you! So you are getting the flush.”

Heather: “you traitor! You backstabbed! I thought I could trust you Eric!”

Eric: “*gets up calm* what is your damage heather? I’m not evil enough to do something like that!”

Sierra: “liar! Daniel give me the phone! Let’s expose Eric!”

Daniel: “yeah here it is *daniel pulls out a broken phone* evidence that Eric is manipulative….. wait how?!”

Mal’s confessional: “I might have…. Broken something when we went to the spa hotel… *laughs whoops!”

Sierra:”How could you Daniel I trusted you!”

Daniel: “Sierra I didn’t do it I swear!”

Sierra: “Daniel, I will never trust you stay away from Cody and Danny!”

Daniel’s confessional: “ugh no ally again! This sucks… on the bright side I don’t have to take responsibility of the rats and I wasn’t”

Eric: “I’m not evil, Heather is manipulative and Sierra is crazy”

Chris: “cutting this short, Mike goes to bony island and Heather is being flushed!”

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Next Episode:

Sucker Punched

#hj coolart #myart #oc #au #total drama #total drama all stars #eric td #scott td #courtney td #gwen td #cameron td #alejandro td #heather td #mike td #daniel td #sierra td #zoey td #duncan td

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squigleyssnakesfics · 1 year

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Words that feel like home

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: Gen

Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics), Nightwing (Comics), White Collar (TV 2009)

Relationships: Peter Burke & Dick Grayson, Peter Burke & Neal Caffrey, Dick Grayson & Original Character(s)

Characters: Dick Grayson, Peter Burke, Neal Caffrey, Reese Hughes, Original Characters

Additional Tags: Don’t worry she’s not a Mary Sue she’s just an old woman, Neal Caffrey and Dick Grayson are the Same Person, Romani Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson Speaks Romani, Damian Wayne speaks Romani

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As usual, Dick Grayson entered the FBI white collar department as Neal Caffrey. And as usual, Neal Caffrey was met with a cacophony of noise; phones ringing, people talking, coffee brewing, victims crying.

Unlike usual, however, a lot of people were crowded around one particular crying victim. She was an old woman in a long, pink, flowery dress with a shawl wrapped around her shoulders. Her skin was dark and wrinkled and she was sobbing frantically and pointing at photos and saying things in a language nobody seems to be able to identify. Dick could see how desperate she was for someone to understand her, he remembered feeling like that when his parents died.

He remembered being taken away from their bodies by policemen who couldn’t understand him, past his thick accent and the few English words he knew. Because while they had been a travelling circus, they hadn’t visited many English speaking countries, since they were mostly based in Eastern Europe and Asia. One month, Dick remembers, they had gone South to the Pacific Islands and even did a small tour in New Zealand and Northern Australia before heading back to South Asia. Dick remembered learning some English in New Zealand but it hadn’t been much and some of it was very particular to that country and more like slang, so when Dick’s parents had died he had barely been able to communicate his basic needs as he was ripped away from his family at the circus. And no matter how many languages Dick knew it didn’t seem to change the fact that so many of them were monolingual.

Dick walked slowly towards the sobbing woman, because while god knows she was already swarmed enough by FBI agents trying and failing to understand her, Dick almost certainly knew a few more languages than them. ‘Plus’, he figured, ‘this is exactly what I wanted when I was a child’.

As Dick reached the table she had been sitting at he caught a few of the words she threw from her mouth like they’re dirty: “he stole it”. She was pointing at the photo lying on the table of a painting of a woman with long, dark, curly hair and golden skin and yelling desperately that it isn’t the true painting. And she was yelling it all in Romani. Dick’s hand moved slowly to cover his mouth, before he carefully lowered it and moved past all the people gathered around her to kneel beside her.

“Ma’am,” he said, carefully in Romani, “are you Roma?”

The woman heaved a sob and reached towards his face, grasping it gently and nodding, “yes, yes i am Roma, oh thank god, someone can understand me. Can you help me?”

Dick took her hands in his and nodded encouragingly, telling her to tell him everything that happened.

“There was a man in our house, I think he was one of my granddaughter's friends from college. He killed my granddaughter and took my grandmother’s painting. He knew I couldn't speak much English and nobody could speak Romani, that’s why he left me alive! He killed my granddaughter!”

Dick squeezed the woman’s hands and said “I am so sorry this has happened to you. I’ll let the Agents know what has happened and they can help you. Unfortunately, I believe I'm the only other Roma here so I’m the only one you can speak with unless you can speak any other languages.”

“If I calm down I might be able to speak some Arabic. Thank you so much for your help young man, may I ask your name?’

Dick considered for a moment, he hadn’t spoken to another Roma person since he was a child. It felt oddly calming, “It’s Dick,” he spoke carefully, “and I speak Arabic too, if you need me. These men know me as Neal though, so maybe don’t call me Dick unless it’s in Romani.”

She smiled and laughed softly, lines tightening around her eyes, she nodded and then asked if he could get all the Agents away from them. Dick nodded right back and stood.

Dick turned to all the Agents in the room, transfixed on their conversation, and said loudly to them all, “her granddaughter’s college friend killed her granddaughter and stole her grandmother’s painting. Now can all but the essential people please leave?”

The Agents slowly shuffled away, grumbling and muttering amongst themselves until only Peter, Diana, Jones and Hughes were left. Hughes glared at Dick, “what language was that, Caffrey?” he asked.

Dick glared right back, “None of your business, Hughes.”

“Except, it is, Caffrey, I’m overseeing this case so I need to call for a translator.”

Dick shrugged, “you don’t need one, you have me.”

Dick ignored Hughes’ scoffing and shaking his head and turned back to the woman, “what is your name, Ma’am?” he asked.

The woman responded Quickly, “it is Nancy Kahn, and my Granddaughter is Caroline Kahn.”

“It is lovely to meet you Mrs Kahn,” Dick says.

“And the same goes for you, Dick. I thought that I'd never meet another Rom again, after we moved to America.”

Dick laughed slightly, “I thought the same.”

“Do you mind if I ask, Dick, but your words are sharp with the American accent, how long have you been here?”

Dick smiled sadly, “that is a long story, Mrs Kahn, i came here with my family when i was 8, and then my parents died and i had to stay here, the policemen couldn’t understand me, they wouldn’t let me stay with the rest of my family after that and I had to be adopted. I haven’t spoken Romani fluently with anyone since I was 9.”

“I’m sorry that happened, my dear.”

“Thanks.”

Dick felt a gentle tap on his shoulder and turned behind him to see Peter. Peter motioned for him to follow him and Dick muttered a quick goodbye to Nancy before following Peter to a secluded spot in the department.

“Seriously, Neal,” he starts, putting his hands on his hips, “How are you the only person here who can speak that language, whatever it is. We are in a building of a huge amount of Federally trained Agents who worked their asses off for years to be even considered for a spot here. There isn’t a single monolingual person in this office, how is it that you are the only one who knows that language?”

“What? You don’t trust me Peter?” Dick asks, crossing his arms and smirking.

“I trust you. I just don’t trust how coincidental it is that you’re the only one who knows it.”

“It’s a closed language, Peter. You have to be born into it. Just drop it, honestly I don't want you digging into my past anymore than you undoubtedly already have after the other week. Just know that it’s not a language you’re gonna guess or find a translator for.”

Dick had to admit that he was thoroughly grateful for the fact that Peter dropped it after that and even went as far as to divert Hughes’ attention when it strayed back to the Romani he’d been speaking earlier. Neal was about to go out and assist Hughes on the case before he remembered something.

While he was passing his desk he quickly sat his fedora back onto the desk and jogged back to the conference room where Mrs Kahn was taking refuge from the muddle of unavoidable Agents and questions just outside. Dick opened the door and let it fall quietly shut behind him. He sat in the chair next to Mrs Kahn and smiled warmly at her.

“I’ve really enjoyed speaking with you Mrs Kahn. It’s been so long since I’ve had a long conversation in my native tongue: I’m teaching my kid to speak Vlax Romani, but he’s not quite fluent yet. I’d love to talk some more with you,” Dick wrote his number quickly on a sheet of paper and passed it to her, “and don’t hesitate to call me if you need anything, anything at all.”

The woman beamed at Dick and accepted the paper held towards her, “thank you,” she said, “one day bring your boy around and I can help with his learning, I’d love to be able to chat with more people.”

Dick chuckled softly and said to her, “I’ll try to convince him,” even though he knew he wouldn’t be able to see Damian until the mission was over. He waved goodbye to Mrs Kahn and stepped outside of the conference room, feeling lighter than he had in years, and yet somehow heavier at the thought of his family, old and new, at the thought of them combining through the language he’d grown up with. He hoped Damian was keeping up with his language revision, one day he would have to use it, one day Dick would introduce him to Mrs Kahn but in the meantime, Dick would just have to keep in touch with Mrs Kahn and wait for the day he could see his family again.

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Neal had once again graced Peter’s living room with his unannounced and uninvited presence. Neal and Elizabeth had been having a lovely chat, as they always did when he broke in but then his phone had buzzed and continued buzzing intermittently until he excused himself and went outside to the verandah out the front of the house with no explanation but the murmuring of, “Mrs Kahn,” directed towards Peter before he waltzed away, Satchmo following as if he were Neal’s dog.

As soon as Neal shut the door behind him, Peter leaned in his spot on the lounge towards El, a smile on his face that made sure she knew that he had gossip.

“Spill,” El said intently.

“I have information about Neal and the woman he’s talking to,” Peter responded.

“So spill,” El repeated, already invested.

“He knows this language that absolutely no one else in the office knows. The fact that it’s a closed language and we wouldn’t be able to find any translators for it, was the only information I got from Neal. He's currently speaking to Mrs Nancy Kahn, she was a victim in a case Hughes was looking at, she speaks barely any English but she does speak whatever it is that Neal knows. He’s been talking to her for weeks.”

“So Neal has a new girlfriend that speaks a rare language?”

“No, god no. She's like 80. I think he sees her in the same way he sees June.”

“You’re adding this to the other information you have on him aren't you?”

“Elizabeth, what kind of friend would I be if I didn't keep a file on the mysteries of my other friends?”

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scandinavianfairytale · 2 years

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What's left unsaid

Pairing: Ivar x Reader

Warnings: Talking about breaking up, they are idiots, both think they have unrequited feelings, soft & vulnerable Ivar, feelings, everyone sees it but them 😅

"Fuck." Ivar whispered as he stared at his phone before getting up and walking outside, staring at the ground. The whole table stared at him, but you were the only one that got up and followed him out. It was an early autumn but the air was already crispy cold, the leaves have already fallen off the trees and the Christmas decorations were already being placed all over the city. Neither you or Ivar understood the obsession with Christmas, but you still loved it - just not so early, when it felt as though summer just ended yesterday.

"Are you okay? What happened?" You came from behind him, tracing your hand over his back as you walked to stand in front of him. He refused to look at you.

"Ivar..." You softly asked. He didn't say anything, only offered you his phone with the text from Freydis still opened. You glanced at him again to confirm it was okay to read it, but you still didn't receive any signs from the man in front of you, just a blank expression.

I don't know how much longer I can actually do this with you Ivar...it always feels like you're incapable of experiencing emotions. We've been together for almost 6 months now and you're still unable to say that you love me and at first I found it charming to not put your love out there for grabs, but I'm human and I also need to hear those words. Unless you plan on changing your ways I think it's better if we end it here.

"Oh..." Was all you could reply and as you glanced up you realized Ivar has been studying you.

"I don't think I can say those words. I don't even think I'm capable of it." His eyebrows knit together as he said those words out loud. In the next second your arms went around him and you pulled him tightly to you. He buried his face in your neck and closed his eyes.

"Never say that again." You finally said and stepped away from him. "Ivar, you have so much love in your heart..." You touched his cheek. "I see it when you curse out your brothers and when we go to the shelter. Or when you took care of me when I was sick. And the too many times that you helped your estranged father with his business. But mostly I see it when you close yourself to your feelings." You put your hand over his heart. "I can see how much it pains you when others suffer. You don't always have to put the name to love to identify it."

He covered your hand with his and finally met your eyes again.

"I know you were hurt so many times by too many people. You didn't deserve it." Your eyes softened as he stared at you. Your heart leapt into your throat, you wanted to say those words, but suddenly the necklace from Erik became noticeable around your neck. Ivar waited for you to continue, he could feel his heartbeat at the tips of his fingers. You could feel it too.

"But Freydis loves you. And I think you love her too, but unless you plan on being honest and open, this will be a reoccurring theme in your relationships."

Both of you released your hands and swallowed down your feelings, finally feeling the cold air surrounding you.

"We should get back inside, you're shivering." Ivar nodded as the few seconds of silence passed.

"They're both idiots." Torvi commented as the table looked at the exchange going on outside.

"Yup." Thora agreed, visibly depleted as your hands disentangled. "We should tell them."

"No one is telling anyone anything. They need to figure it out on their own." Ubbe determined. They all resumed their natural positions as they saw you turn to walk back to the brunch place.

"Everything alright?" Torvi asked as you sat back down.

"Yeah, Ivar has an important text to write." You smiled and Ivar glanced at his phone in his hand.

"I think I'm going to do this in person. Have a good one." He said and walked back out. Hvitsverk grabbed his leftovers and pilled them on his plate, while you absentmindedly ran your fingers over the necklace.

"What? He's not going to eat them and we were taught not to waste food." He justified as he felt the judgemental eyes of his girlfriend.

"Is everything alright?" Torvi brought you back to reality as she touched your shoulder. A smile crossed your face and you nodded.

"Of course. Let's eat and then we can go grab a hot tea before going back to the 'office'."

Thank you for reading! 💙😊

I think I'm getting there - to some semblance of the overall story (which doesn't mean it'll make sense in the end 😅). They're still in the "s/he loves another and not me" even though by now it's visible to everyone but them, like I said - they're idiots 😅💙

Anyway I just came back from my first solo trip & my first visit to Madrid & have been listening to this 👇 song since then 😍

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puts my chin in my hands n kicks my feet behind me. bff do u have any headcanons for craig and those guys, i love the way ur brain interprets these silly paper cutout guys ^_^

yaaaa ofc bestie <3

craig:

-is a movie snob but not in a "this movie needs to be the most well written film Ever" way, he's a snob in a "if this movie isnt so bad my sides hurt from laughing i just wont fucking watch it" way. seed of chucky is peak film to him

-has two left feet but likes to dance <3 his lanky body does not agree with the movement but that wont stop him from bussin it down celibate style or whatever they call it nowadays

-used to build wooden model airplanes and then paint them with tricia (i almost typed ruby somebody take my hands away), most of them are hung in her room but craig kept a few

-this mfer the type to go to college with literally zero plan, decide to take art after being undecided for as long as possible, hate art bc they make him do other types of art besides what he normally does, then drop out or smth along those lines

token:

-the worst excuse for a mom friend but the guys dont care. he can't cook. he will send them a text just saying "go bed" at like 10pm before immediately going to bed himself and not bothering to see if any of them actually Plan To Sleep. carries around bandaids but will not give them out unless they are deserved (you fell jumping off the swing? dont jump of the swing next time, bitch. no bandaid for u). literally only the mom friend bc nobody else could fill the role

-white chicks is unironically his favorite movie, right next to the medea halloween movie (incase yall forgot token canonically likes tyler perry movies. i cannot blame him. they suck so bad they're good)

-he dresses like a 60 year old dad going fishing or like he is going to the most important meeting of his life, no inbetween

-wants to learn an instrument really bad but has sucked at every single one he's tried so far, not to mention he cant read sheet music for shit.

-is the only one in his class who can write in cursive but he only learned bc both his parents wrote in cursive and he got tired of not being able to be nosey when he found notes around the house. turns out they were mostly grocery lists and appointment reminders.

clyde:

-he/they user

-^ goes thru a gender identify crisis in the 10th grade before goin nah. just a dude who likes they/them pronouns sometimes.

-is on the football team all throughout high school but only bc they need more players. everyone knows he sucks at the game. he does not gain any sort of popularity from being on the team, but he stays so he has an excuse to get out of the house more 🤷‍♀️

-dylexic AND dyscalcic. double whammy! with a side of adhd <3

-is craigs certified dance partner whenever the dude starts jamming. craig will just drag him out to the middle of the room and make him lead in a shitty foxtrot.

-speaking of craig, the height difference between them is crazy. craig gets tall, ofc, but clyde is just kinda. at his chest. face in boobies. it's like u got the absolutely twig of a man at 6'4" and then there's his bestie at 5'6", dragging him around by their linked arms.

tweek:

-despite the whole meth thing, regular coffee is actually apart of his enrichment. it's like the adhd meds he never got, without the extra upper of doing way too much meth on a day to day basis! is a fan of the starbucks iced carmel frappes.

-likes to cook when he is overwhelmed but cooking for him means being up and moving the entire time otherwise he will start to overthink again. he cant do none of that oven cook shit. give him a meal that requires a lot of prep work and watching the stove so he will be busy for a good hour and suddenly it's like he was never upset to begin with.

-an alt baby <3 screamo calms him

-^ wants to take the guys to a concert but clyde "has never listened to something not in the top 40s" donovan and craig "nearly died in the pit at a local punk gig that kenny dragged him to" tucker are against this idea.

jimmy:

-him 🤝 craig

shitty scifi movies

-^ anything with bad aliens in it will become his new obsession for like 4 months and everyone will have to hear about it. hyperfixation go brrr or whatever

-hates scripting sets for the life of him. like. will just write down jokes and hope he remembers bc he cannot be fucked to actually attempt to stick with his own plans

-speaking of scripts, he enjoys a bit of acting but, again, cannot be fucked with scripts. he hates memorizing and feels like it sounds more. well. scripted, when he actually memorizes lines, rather than just getting the jist of his lines and how his character acts and improving it. this technique has mixed results and, obviously, does not go over well with other people he is supposed to be acting with

-^ that being said he is a hit in improv classes ofc

-becomes a big fan of photography sometime in high school, is the resident phototaker both of the group and the grade. if people are posting a candid group photo, it's probably from him

#shit self #asks #fabletownz #south park #craig and those guys #craig's gang #headcanons #ok 2 rb #craig tucker #clyde donovan #token black #tolkien black #< hell #jimmy valmer #tweek tweak #kinz #bangerz #tweek tag 🗯

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mrs-march-ahs · 3 years

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Hii, angel! Soo, since you said that no one requested this yet, what about jealous Evan's characters?? 👀 Thankss, have a nice day! (Love uuu 💞💞)

The Evans Being Jealous

So many other fics of mine seemed to fit with this one! An unexpected fic that links well is The Evans Reacting To The Reader Coming Out As Bi, because most of them are jealous!

Sorry this took so long sunshine, enjoy! <3

Tate

-A ghost who would even remotely be interested in you, would be a threat to Tate -Think Gabriel at the end of Murder House -Tate would do everything he could, sob, threaten them, scare them, to make sure they knew you were off limits -If you found this attractive he would just awkwardly tell you that he’s doing it to protect you, that that guy would not treat you as well as he should therefore he needs to go -If you didn’t find it attractive, and found his possessiveness off-putting, Tate would get really upset -In his eyes, he’s doing it all for you, so he would sit and sob and complain to the ghost -Tatey is a soft, sensitive boy but if he had to, he would act tough in front of them -When you and Tate argued about him doing this to every person remotely interested in you, he would get insecure and ask if you found them attractive -If not, he wouldn’t be that relieved because he’s a little insecure -If yes, oh god

Kit

-Pretty easily jealous, doesn’t like when other men even look at you -He would be super angry at them, shout at them, put his arm around your waist -Wouldn’t get into arguments but would just bark something like, “What are you staring at?” -Kit isn’t angry often so it would be insanely hot to you -But he’d be mad at you too -Any jealous situation would make him mad, at everyone -He would somehow try to make you feel as though it’s your fault for being attractive and catching the eye of others -But after he cools down, he would apologise -He never means to lash out or upset you but other men flirting with you or looking at you is the one thing that pisses him off -You may have to kiss him and cuddle him so he can hold you and know in his heart that you’re all his -Jealous Kit Fic

Frat Kyle

-At a frat party, if there was another boy flirting with you or giving you a drink he would just come up to you and put his arm around your shoulders, so it was easy to see for everybody else -Call you more pet names than usual -Baby, sweetie, my girl -If any guy continues flirting with you even in front of him, he’ll humiliate him as much as he physically can to make him seem unappealing to you - “Jeff nobody wants to see your dick, no matter how small it is” -As if you’d consider cheating on him

Franken Kyle

-When in public, Kyle always has his hand in your back pocket, mostly so he doesn’t get lost -You two hold hands a lot too so it’s clear you’re not single -But once in a while somebody will be inappropriate to you when you’re out with Kyle, because to most people he looks like hard work, and they don’t see the sweet boy inside -You two sit in a restaurant having dinner together and the waiter will flirt with you, ignoring Kyle completely cause he just assumes that Kyle doesn’t even understand -Even though Kyle can’t identify his negative feelings as ‘jealousy’, he knows he doesn’t like it -Pushes the waiter over or pulls him by his shirt away from you - “Stop…m-mine” -You’ll just apologise and leave together and Kyle will look back at the waiter and glare at him -Then once you get home you must give Kyle 120% of your attention -Don’t expect his arm off your shoulders for the rest of the day

Jimmy

-It takes the most out of the boys to get him jealous -Wants to see the good in people and will assume that you’re just being friendly, unless he’s already in a bad mood because of something else, or if the friendliness goes too far -50% of the time, he’ll get upset and insecure, thinking that his time with you is up and now you’re gonna leave him for somebody ‘normal’ -Other 50% of the time, his inner Florida man tells him he needs to fight them -Needs reassurance so he might seek your attention in negative ways, if you’re talking to a man with a smile on your face, even while just selling tickets, he’ll walk up to the two of you to assess the situation -“I’ll leave you two alone to get to know each other”, and then walks away just to see if you’ll follow him -You obviously do and ask him what his deal is -“If you’re tired of dating a freak and you wanna date somebody normal, at least have the decency to tell me Y/N” -“Oh my god Jimmy, where would you get that idea from? I obviously want to date you, I love you” -“Alright… just needed to hear that” -That night you need to spoon and cuddle and kiss -He’ll give you a few hickeys to mark you and you’ll do the same to him, making him melt completely -And if he’s mad, he’s mad -Definitely not foreign to bar fights -Would pick a fight with you when you get home just to get you annoyed and have angry sex with you

James

-Gets jealous incredibly easily -You weren’t even allowed to come to Devil’s Night for the first few years because there are so many creepy men around -He’d spot a man buying you drink at the bar -Cleopatra would warn you that he’s incoming probably -James would calmly walk over to the two of you and tell whoever you’re with that you are not interested -If he’s particularly in the mood, he might make some shitty comment - “She is a lady, and a lady needs more to be pleased than a 5”5 man and a Martini” -I have a very in depth fic about this situation, linked here

Kai

-Kai would be angry in front of them, a little shitty to you too -“You think a twink like you could ever score her?” -He would be sarcastic and condescending to you, like usual -He would explain to you how lucky you are that you have a man to protect you from creeps -After one time I don’t think he would kill them, but if they ever even looked at you again, they’d be dead -Probably take it out on you, but not in the same way as Jimmy, not in a protective or angry way but in a possessive way -He would punish you in any way he felt necessary like teasing you for hours and hours, telling you over and over how blessed and lucky you are to have him, and how stupid you are to do anything to ever risk losing him -He might fuck you and humiliate you enough with his words until you cry -Ways in which Kai might punish you -Getting Punished Fic

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aderiex · 3 years

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Aaron Hotchner x Reader (Jealousy)

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, oral, coarse language.

Summary: The team goes to DC for a case but Hotch can’t seem to take his eyes off of you. After an incident at a bar, he gets jealous and realizes he wants you.

Everyone all sat on the plane to D.C. They were working a case of younger women abducted from clubs and bars. The Unsub was torturing and killing his victims. Washington PD said the abductions go back a few weeks, 8 bodies had just showed up, half buried in the ground. You sat next to Dr. Reid like you normally do; you two had become close when you had first joined the Bureau and you have become inseparable ever since. He was sitting with the file propped open in his lap and you were leaning over his shoulder to get a better look at the crime scene photos. “So, we have 8 dead women in 3 weeks. The coroner said they had all been dead about a week when they found the bodies.” JJ explained, “So he was keeping them for a while.” Morgan concluded. Emily sighed and looked over to you, it was hard for the women to do cases like this knowing the victimology, they were within the killer’s preference. Reid put a supportive hand on your back and offered you a warm smile, you smiled back and tuned in to what Hotch was saying. He was talking about what our next moves were when you landed. “JJ and Reid, I need you in the precinct, looking over all the evidence, get our team somewhere to set up. Morgan, Prentiss, and Rossi will interview the families of the victims.” You watched his hesitated eyes looking around the plane when they finally met yours, his gaze softened a bit. “Me and y/n are going to go have a look at the crime scene.” He finished. Everyone agreed and the pilot’s voice came over the speakers, telling the team they were coming in for landing.

As soon as you were on the ground, you were being transported into SUV’s and on your separate paths to do the assigned jobs. It was just you and Hotch in the car, he was driving, and you rode shotgun, with a map splayed out on your lap with all the last known locations of the girls and then the dumpsite. Hotch tried to make some small talk, but it was mostly silent for the duration of the car ride. You pulled up to the dumpsite to see state police around, police tape up to keep civilians out. You put on your rubber gloves, and stepped out of the car, joining up on Hotch’s side as you both approached the scene. The state police chief came up to you and shook both of your hands, introducing himself. He explained basic knowledge of the crimes, which you had already read about, but still listened intently to his words. You and Hotch walked over and inspected the dead bodes. Him checking their pockets and looking at how they were placed, you still looking through the files, trying to identify each girl.

After a few hours spent at the crime scene, you and Hotch decided to rejoin the rest of the team back at the precinct. The drive back less quiet, mostly just filled with work discussion and quick phone calls to Reid and Garcia, but still something. Back at the precinct, Reid and JJ had all the crime scene photos laid out on the big conference table, along with all the evidence. You and Hotch joined them at the table, Reid joining up on your side. Looking down, at the file in your hands and matching it with the last known location of the girls. “They were all last seen at a bar or club…” Morgan mused, “Hey babygirl,” He said, getting on the phone with Garcia. “I need a list of all the bars and clubs that are in a 10-mile radius of the dump site.” Garcia chuckled, “Already on it big boy, I’m sending them over to you right now.” The list popped up, about 7 bars and clubs. “2 of them closed due to renovations and aren’t due to open for the next month.” Garcia added, “Ok so that makes 5. We should split up and hit the bars tonight. Morgan, you take the one uptown on 5th. Reid, I want you and Prentiss in the one on Main. Rossi and JJ will take the one on the far side of town. Me and y/n will take the one on 22nd.” Hotch gave everyone roles, “That leaves one, the one on 33rd.” JJ brought up, Hotch nodded and turned to the state police chief, “I want you and a partner there tonight.” Hotch said, in a serious tone. The man nodded and everyone went to get changed into more casual clothing, as to not seem too suspicious to the unsub. You all were told to tuck your guns behind your waistband, and you kept your badge and cuffs on a belt loop you kept hidden underneath your shirt.

You and Hotch headed for the bar, this was the one time he wasn’t dressed formally, he wore a simple grey button up and jeans, he looked good. You both sat in the car, driving in the dark, the quiet was comforting. Hotch looked over to you multiple times during the drive, just quick glances, not long enough for you to make eye contact with him. You pulled up to the bar, it looked busy, the parking lot was full and there was a steady stream of people going in and out. Hotch looked over to you and sent you a small nod as you both got out of the car and walked in together. It was even busier inside, people were packed in, standing almost shoulder to shoulder. You and Hotch headed immediately to the bar, you found two open spots and sat down, the bartender walked up to you guys. “Busy night?” Hotch asked, the bartender nodded, exasperatedly. “It’s like this almost every night. Popular spot.” He laughed out, “So you probably don’t remember many of the people that come through here?” you asked, the bartender thought about it for a second, “Not really, unless its one of my regulars or they are quite memorable.” He shrugged. You pulled a picture out of your pocket of the girls, “Do any of these girls look familiar?” You asked, the bartender inspected the photos, he shook his head, “Sorry, like I said we have a lot of people that come through here.” You nodded, “What about a man? He would have been quite reserved, sat near the back, didn’t talk to anyone, seemed to just watch?” Hotch cut in, the bartender paused, “Yeah I think I know who you’re talking about, he comes here sometimes, orders a beer and sits in the back. He leaves pretty discreetly.” The man said, “Is he here tonight?” You asked, the man looked around, “Not yet, he normally shows up later in the night.” You nodded and turned to Hotch, “Guess we play the waiting game.” He said.

You and Hotch sat at a table in the back, just talking. Hotch had ordered a beer, as to blend in, you were taking sips of a virgin drink the bartender had recommended. A man approached your table and sat next to you without warning, you could smell the alcohol on his breath. “Hey pretty lady.” He slurred, intoxicated. You forced a smile and looked to Hotch, who was sending the man a death stare. “Are you single?” he asked, paying no attention to Hotch. He didn’t even let you answer, “Let’s get out of here babe. I’ll show you a great time.” He shot you a dirty smile. You were getting visibly uncomfortable, “Get off of her.” Hotch spoke up, you both looked over to him and he was getting serious. “Hey man calm down, I’m just picking up your leftovers.” He snickered, Hotch was up in a second, grabbing the intoxicated man by his collar and pulling him out of the booth. “I wasn’t asking.” He practically spat at the man. The fear in the man’s eyes was prominent as Hotch let him go and he drunkenly stumbled away from our table. “Thank you.” You spoke up, giving Hotch a warm smile. Hotch returned the smile which made your face heat up and you averted your eyes.

The night was long but by the time the bar had closed, there was no sign of this man. You and Hotch packed up and left the bar, getting into his SUV and heading for the hotel. The drive home felt different, the silence wasn’t awkward, it was comfortable. You couldn’t help but steal glances over to him. You pulled into the parking lot of the hotel and Hotch helped you out of the car, “About what happened back there...” He trailed off, you smiled “Hey, don’t worry about it. I wanted to thank you for sticking up for me.” You smiled, placing a gentle hand on his cheek. You felt the heat rush to his face under your hand. You stayed there for a moment, staring into his eyes, watching them try to read you. His brow furrowed, his eyes scanning your face. You pulled away, breaking the trance “We should probably go… go to bed.” You laughed nervously, he said nothing but a brief nod and you both headed into the hotel. Checking into your respective rooms.

It was the next day, you and Hotch were both extremely tired and showed up to the precinct late because of the late closing time of the bar. Everyone watched you two walk in, JJ raised her eyebrows suggestively and you blushed slightly but shook your head, “It’s not what it looks like, the bar was open until 1am.” You said, yawning.

The day was very long, but you eventually caught up with the killer, he had made a mistake in covering his tracks and you had been able to find his tab at the bar. Garcia had tracked his card and given you all an address. The whole team pulled up to the man’s house, you hopped out of the SUV gun in hand, approaching the house with the rest of the team. Morgan kicked down the door and everyone surged into the house.

The next events went by in almost slow motion, you turned a corner, the first thing you heard was the shot. You didn’t know where it had come from until you felt a breathtaking force on your vest, knocking you back into the wall, Morgan was right behind you, putting a bullet through the man’s shoulder. You stumbled back and slid down the wall, clawing at your vest, trying to get it off. Hotch ran in and dropped to his knees in front of you, “Y/n! Y/n can you hear me?” He cried out, your ears were ringing but you nodded, and reached out to grab his hand. He practically tore your vest off, looking for any signs of bleeding, but the vest had done its job. He helped you up, his arm around your waist as you caught your breath before guiding you out of the house. Morgan was shoving the unsub into the cop car, as Hotch helped you to the SUV. “I’ll take y/n back to the hotel for some rest. I need you guys to go back and pack up things at the precinct.” Hotch said, everyone nodded.

You were breathing shallowly in the passenger seat as Hotch drove you both back to the hotel. He wouldn’t even let you walk in by yourself, instead he hoisted you up in his arms and carried you through the hotel to your room. He walked you over to your bed and gently laid you down, sitting down on the bed beside you. You drifted peacefully, grabbing out for his hand as you slept.

When you woke up Hotch was still there, holding your hand. He had laid down and was sleeping peacefully. You checked the clock; it was around 3 in the morning. You shifted slightly and you heard his wake up, stretching his arms above his head. “Y/n how are you feeling?” he asked, sitting up. You smiled “I’m feeling better, good as new.” He stood up and you stood with him. As you came to your feet, he was a lot closer than you had expected. You were centimeters apart. You felt his breath on your face, making you shiver. His eyes were scanning you again, looking for some kind of clue as to what you were thinking. “I was worried about you…” He said quietly. You smiled and reached up for his face again, he grabbed your hand and spun you around, walking you back into the wall. Your back was against the wall, he was pressing his body against you, keeping you still. Fear flashed through his eyes as he started to step away. “I-I’m so sorry-” you cut him off, pulling him back in by the collar and pressing your lips to his. He kissed back immediately. His lips were so soft, felt so right on yours. His hands immediately found your hips, pulling you even closer as your hands played with the hair on the back of his neck. He pulled away, “I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” He admitted, “That guy at the bar…” he paused, you kissed him again to shut him up. “I know” You mumbled against his lips. His kisses got hungrier, his hands going over your body, as if he were memorizing all the curves of your hips. He squeezed at your waist, making you moan quietly. That drove him crazy, his grip immediately tightened, kissing you harder. You reached your hand down and rubbed him through his pants, causing him to groan against your lips. You smirked and felt him almost come undone in front of you. Your shirt was the first to go, he took your breast in his hand making you throw your head back in pleasure, giving him access to kiss at your neck. Biting and sucking at your neck leaving bright red and purple marks, you moaned lightly, your hands tangling in his hair. One hand going to your waistband, the other coming up to grab your throat. He scanned your eyes, making sure it was okay. You gave him a confirming look, he squeezed your throat and whispered in your ear. “That was dangerous y/n.” He said before pushing his fingers past your waistband, making you gasp. “Going in there alone like that?” he was still whispering in your ear as his finger circled your clit, making your grab his biceps. Moaning quietly, “You could have gotten hurt.” He growled, continuing with his fingers. You whimpered, not able to form any eligible words.

You were getting closer to your release, Hotch knew it too and pulled away. Leaving a lingering kiss on your lips before pulling his own shirt over his head. He was toned, strong, you couldn’t help but stare. Seeing him in this vulnerable state, this way, you forever wanted this image of him in your mind. He smiled at you and pulled you back in, “You should have stayed with me.” He said, his voice deep in your ear, making you shiver. His hand going right back into your pants, circling your entrance before pushing a finger inside of you. Your breath hitched, and you opened your mouth as if to let out a moan. “Ah ah. Quiet now.” He growled, you whimpered quietly but nodded. He went back to his fingers, slowly pushing one in and out, watching your face twist with pleasure. Soon you felt him add another one, he curled them inside of you and you felt the tip of his finger graze your pleasure point. You moaned out, he smiled, knowing he had found it and kept going, hitting it with every pump. You dropped your head to rest on his shoulder and bit down on your lip to try and stay quiet. “So wet for me already?” He groaned out, you nodded as best you could while trying to hold in the moans of pleasure. He pulled his fingers out and grabbed you up by your thighs, carrying you over to the bed, placing you down lightly and starting to unbutton your pants. He pulled them off your legs with ease, leaving you in nothing but your bra and underwear, his pants were next. He crawled on top of you in his boxers, you felt his bulge through his boxers rub against you, causing you to moan lightly in his ear. “Fuck Aaron.”

He started kissing down your stomach, all the way down to your thighs, you felt his breath on your inner thighs, causing you to arch you back. He circled your clit through your underwear, making you shudder. He pushed your underwear to the side and licked a flat line up your entrance. You couldn’t keep the moan in that time, it wasn’t that loud, but he heard it. Making him lick you again. You grabbed his hair as he went down on you, you threw your head back as your body was overwhelmed with pleasure. While he was still licking you, he stuck a finger in again. You tightened your grip on his hair and he kept going harder. You couldn’t keep the moans in anymore, grinding down on his fingers, chasing your release. “Not yet y/n.” He whispered. Pulling away. Before he could do anything else you flipped him over, so he was on his back. You trailed down his body, teasing your fingers around his waistband before pulling down his boxers. His member coming up and hitting against his stomach. He groaned at the sudden stimulation, you look his entire length in your mouth making him gasp and throw his head back on the pillow. You bobbed your head and swirled your tongue around him, making him groan and grab your hair. You could feel his tip hitting the back of your throat as you went, amazing moans escaping his lips.

Before he finished, he pulled your hair, letting his member fall out of your mouth. “On your back.” He growled, you obliged and laid down on the bed, you watched him slip your underwear off your legs and throw it behind him as you unhooked your bra and tossed it onto the floor. He leaned down, kissing you and his hands pleasuring you again before you felt his tip slowly push into you. Your nails dug into his skin as you winced. He stopped and looked down at you, you nodded and reached down to push his member farther into you. He groaned and hung his head in pleasure as he bottomed out in you, you moaned as his member hit your pleasure spot. He moved slowly, small thrusts until he was able to slide in and out easily. He held your leg up above his shoulder and continued to thrust. You felt the friction and pain dissipate as it was replaced with pleasure. His groans in your ear, turning you on even more. Your moans were heard all around the room. He leaned it, still going, “You feel so good.” He groaned, you whimpered and ran your nails up and down his back, leaving bright red scratch marks. He moaned at the feeling of this and went harder. He put one hand around your throat and used the other to pin your hands above your head. He was hitting your pleasure spot with every thrust, making you almost scream. You were getting close and Hotch was too, “I-I’m going to-” you didn’t even finish before you released on him, moaning loudly. He was groaning with the feeling of it before pulling out and finishing over your stomach, gasping as he rode out his release.

Later that day, you and Hotch sat on the plane back to Quantico, Reid and Emily were playing chess together. No one knows why she still tries, Reid has yet to lose since Gideon. JJ was finishing her report and Rossi was laying asleep. Hotch sat across form you, his professional face back on, looking over to you and shooting you a smile every once in a while. The flight back is always shorter than the flight out, Reid explained why is physically was, but it felt faster mentally too. As soon as the team landed, there were SUVs outside waiting to take you back to the bullpen. You, Hotch and Reid all sat in one SUV, Reid was forced into the back. The drive was silent other than Reid spouting random facts, you found yourself staring at Hotch while he drove for long periods of time before he would meet your gaze and break you out of the trance.

Everyone was sitting at their respective desks, filling out all the reports quietly. Hotch stepped out of his office, “Y/n. My office.” He said, a shiver went down your spine and you stood. Everyone’s eyes were on you as you walked up the steps and into Hotch’s office. As soon as you got into the office, you closed the door behind you, he closed the blinds and turns towards you “Lock it.” He said, your heart rate picked up and you nodded before turning around and locking the door behind you. You turned around and Hotch was immediately in front of you, grabbing your waist and pinning you against the door. “I can’t stop thinking about you.” He growled in your ear; your knees quivered. He didn’t waste time kissing you, pulling you closer to his body. Holding you up. You immediately reached down to rub him through his pants, but he stopped you “We’re going to have to be quiet.” He murmured. You nodded and he let our wrist go, letting you slip your hand into his pants and slowly stroke him, making him throw his head back and breathe heavily. “Desk, now.” He demanded, you giggled and sat on the edge of his desk. He walked over to you, taking off his blazer and undoing his tie. He came right up and stood between your legs, craning his head down to kiss you, stroking your hair and one hand on your thigh. He pushed you back lightly, letting you come to rest on your elbows, he unzipped his pants and pulled his boxers down enough to pull his hard member out. You bit your lip as he slid into you, his face showing pure pleasure as you contracted and moved around his member. He started slow, until the pain was gone again, the thrusts become easier, and he started going harder. You threw your head back, biting your lip hard as you avoid moaning. “Shhh, good girl.” Hotch praised you, that caused a slight whimper, but it wasn’t too loud. He gave you a warning glance and you nodded desperately. He grabbed his tie and shoved the fabric in your mouth. “Quiet babygirl.” He cooed. You bit down on the tie and let it muffle your moans.

He was getting close; you were coming up on your release as well. You sat up and grabbed his collar, “Cum in me.” You whimpered in his ear. He gave you a confirming look and you nodded. He nodded and as you released on his member, he let himself finish inside of you. You felt his hot release fill you up and you threw your head back. “F-Fuck.” You moaned out. He held you there as you both rode out your orgasm. As he stood back up, putting his clothes back on, kissing your forehead. You felt his warm release running down your leg as you stood, your legs shaking. He gave you his spare shirt to clean up with, “Clean yourself up love.” He said softly. You smiled and he pulled you in for a handful of light kisses. On your lips, your cheeks, and your forehead.

You walked out of the office, slightly stumbling down the stairs and sitting back down, across from Spencer. “What did he want?” He asked you. “Just a second opinion.” You answered, going back to your work as if nothing had happened. Spencer didn’t question it. But Morgan saw the messed-up hair and swollen lips. But he didn’t say any thing.

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pegasister60 · 3 years

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I want to make an Alien!Purpled but like an Among Us Imposter type.

Purpled’s chatting with a crewmate on Skeld while faking a download in Communications with a stolen spare tablet.

Crewmate talks about how she used to be a mercenary in another star system before she joined a research crew as protection and actually got invested in their work. Ever since she’s traveled with them.

Purpled is just trying to make conversation and asks what a mercenary is. She explains it’s a person who’s hired to do some shady jobs. Mostly they’re paid to kill people though.

And Purpled just yeets his tablet across the room and it smashes against the wall.

“You mean people are getting paid for this???”

“Purpled, what-“

Purpled twists his helmet with a click and lifts it a bit so his tongue can pierce her helmet and eye.

She’s dead before he even leaves the room.

Purpled was going to take this slow, but it seems like he’s got plans to make. He’s sure his partner won’t mind the change of pace.

Before long, the two Imposters have had a feast and the Skeld has changed its course to dock at a busy space port. They part ways as perfect strangers.

It takes all of ten minutes for Purpled to find a suitable vessel to hijack, a one person saucer, and take care of its pilot.

He makes his way to the place where some of his last crew’s members had been from originally.

Hypixel.

He lays low until he can make a new face from scratch. During that time he earns some coins to afford his Hypixel Housing space (where he parked the stolen saucer) by playing Skywars.

By the time he’d changed his face, a Skywars-like game with odd respawn mechanics opened up to the public, and he decided to use it to make a name for himself. Go leaderboard and get a legitimate reputation to build on.

Couple years pass and he’s a known Bedwars sweat who’ll also take care of some problems for you if you have the coin for it.

And Purpled’s received an invitation from an acquaintance who’d admired his agility and played a few rounds of Doubles with him recently.

This should be interesting. The last time he was openly invited to something was the voyage he’d joined that changed his career goals.

He’s quick to pack up and move. And excited to learn that the lot he’d parked his “UFO” in was directly across from a fellow Imposter.

This poor SMP wouldn’t know what hit it.

Tubbo and Hannah would also be imposters. They know Dream’s not human and Charlie’s not human and they suspect Quackity isn’t either.

Under the cut is my worldbuilding for what Imposters be like.

Imposters don't always eat their prey right away because of the way they hunt. Some find other means to sustain themselves and can afford to kill for sport.

They can be very social and charismatic but there are some that don't bother and get straight to business.

Their bodies are very easy to morph but it takes focus and practice to do. They can make shifts like height changes and stuff like that in seconds, which is how they crawl through tight spaces and pop out without any issue. But changing their appearance entirely is a process that takes time, though there's a subspecies of "Morphlings" who are adept enough to make these changes quickly before they need to snap back to avoid discovery.

An imposter will usually settle on an appearance that's close to the group's species externally. Internally, there are some organs they have that wouldn't be present in other species, which are dead giveaways unless they can explain away having three stomachs.

Due to the nature of their biology, the way an Imposter kills will vary. Some are capable of using their morphs to gain claws or fangs or sharp tongues to kill with while others make do with weapons. If you don't have a second stomach with teeth you can use for murder, a gun is fine.

Imposters can identify each other on sight. Through masks and helmets, they can know. Knowing whether or not an imposter is a Morphling though comes with experience.

After a certain amount of experience, an imposter can start recognizing other individuals as outsiders. Strange heartbeats, odd movements, bloodlusts, weird scents. If they're not an imposter but also not a part of the target species, it's usually not the imposter's business. To each their own hunt.

Imposters tend not to be in groups larger than three to avoid detection and for that same reason are fairly independent even when hunting together.

Imposters can use Respawn methods but there are ways for them to permadie outside of hardcore.

When exposed to extreme cold, Imposters hibernate. This allows them to last longer than most would when out in the unforgiving vacuum of space, but not forever. Eventually, unless they get picked up by a passing vessel, they will die.

Imposters cannot survive lava.

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