#and they'd be correct oops

[heartfullofleeches]

How would lemon and lime contrast in the beginning of knowing each other? Like, before they settled on an agreement of how they'd share y/n, what was their dynamic? -📦

"Master! It's time for your bi-hourly cuddle. Should we do it here or in bed?"

Crack

Oops - there goes the third broom that week. They needed to stop breaking those, or they'd have to leave you home alone with that thing.

Needless to say, Lemon was not adjusting well to your new friend. Lime took up every second of your time. Sure they were busy with chores...and Lime let them get near you without issue when they weren't - but you didn't speak with them as often as you used to while they were working. They missed your conversations dearly.

Lemon shouldn't be jealous. It wasn't even in their code, but a whole world of emotions had open up when they met you. They grab Lime's tail before the feline android could join you in the room.

"You need to stop."

"Ohh?" Lime's little carefree smile tightens into a grin. "Stop what, housemate."

"Spending so much time with them. They hardly look at me anymore."

Lime shakes their head, bell ringing. "You misunderstand. It's you that's pull away from them."

"What do you mean?"

"When master started warming up to me, you shut yourself off instead of talking to them. You're getting jealous, when we're supposed to make master happy together. You act just like owner - keeping your love minimal because you're afraid it's too much for them. They talk about you a lot, you know. Just like they used to talk about them."

Lemon let's go of Lime's tail. Have they really been that stubborn? It breaks them to know they were obvious to your pain. "I didn't know. I thought they loved you more."

"Our master has big heart. More than enough room for the two of us, when it really should be just us." Lime tugs on their apron. Come on. They're waiting."

Lemon follows Lime to the bedroom. You sit up, using your elbows. "Lemon? Are you joining?"

"If you'll allow it."

"Of course. I just thought you didn't want to anymore." You move to the middle of the bed. Lime, quick to action as always, bounces on the left side of the bed and snuggles into your back. Their tail drapes over your hip and claws tug the collar of your shirt, inviting Lemon in with the tease of your skin - fading bruises along your neck. Lemon crawls right in and lays in front of you, Lime's body pushing you to their chest in a sandwich of synthetic flesh and the warm body between them. It felt odd. It felt right.

Lime starts at your back at Lemon kisses your neck. They hesitate, still holding back - still afraid, but as they reach your chest the need they bottled up seaps through the cracks of their trembling lips. An android that cried. Bad for business said some, the perfect lure to others. Maybe the latter was correct. Your hands soothe through their hair.

"It's good to have you back."

#Lemon my oc #Lime my oc #yandere oc #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere scenarios #yandere headcanons #yandere imagines #yandere insert #yandere blurb #yandere android #yandere robot #yandere drabble

[dear-ao3]

Re your RB cursed second seat post, just wanted to add a few things and make a couple of corrections because this stuff really does add to the uh... flavour

First, while I know it's not entirely relevant, the whole Racing Point driver swap was SO MUCH more dramatic because Lance Stroll and Esteban Ocon are like. Besties. Like BFF friends forever since childhood. Poor son of mechanic and rolling in cash son of billionaire true friendship story. Esteban was fired in favour of his best friend, by his BEST FRIEND'S DAD. PEAK drama. They're still besties, bee tee dubs, because Esteban only makes enemies with his teammates.

F1 Invisible Moustache Twirling Supervillain Christian Horner also has a history of 'we're fully supportive [x driver] to be the best they can be and have no intention of changing our driver line up' and then oops, sorry. We lied. Like... five minutes later. Happened to Gasly, happened to Albon, and the former is currently where we're at with Checo. Christian has admitted that they were too hasty with Albon but oh dear how sad too bad boy's thriving now oopsie doopsie.

Also not forgetting that while Daniel was twiddling his thumbs waiting for his metacarpal to heal, Liam Lawson, the AT and RB reserve, got the highest placing position for the Alpha Tauri team this season (up until Mexico, anyway) while driving in Daniel's seat, and also threw himself into the RB second driver conversation.

And a couple of minor corrections:

DR didn't just leave RB because of the unreliability, it was more about being pushed aside for Golden Child Max Verstappen (affectionate, maybe slightly derogatory), which of course he knows all about because DR did the same thing to Vettel back in 2014. Who also had experience in that field because you could argue the cursed seat actually started with Mark Webber vs Seb Vettel back in like... 2010

Honda has been in F1 before. They sold to Brawn GP for the princely sum of one euro symbolic cash when they were going under, because Ross Brawn knew they'd built a MEGA car and couldn't bear to see them not run it for the 2009 season. Brawn GP won that year, it was Jenson Button's one and only championship win.

F1 drivers can't really go back to F2. If you've won it before, you can't compete again, but it's a feeder series so there's no way some ex-f1 driver is ever gonna be in F2 (or any of the lower formulas) because it's specifically for young talent. IDK maybe you meant Formula E? They also often go to WEC or IndyCar. Even rallying.

RB didn't give Checo another car at Suzuka he went out in the same car after they fixed it up enough for it to drive around one lap. Worth noting he was like 32 laps behind by this point (IDR the exact number but it was LORGE). spare cars haven't been a thing in F1 since 2008

Finally, the Fernando and Charles rumours are so fucking funny ain't no way either of them are gonna go to RB only to be a second to Max. I can see Carlos doing it though, trying for the grand return a-la DR. He's just Like ThatTM (affectionate, again also slightly derogatory). They've also been hardcore courting Lando Norris, who's way too smart and aware of his mental health to put himself into that depression spiral.

ANYWAY this isn't intended to be a big GOTCHA i just wanted to, as I said, add some extra flavour because F1 is so much more insane than anyone who doesn't follow it can POSSIBLY comprehend. Thanks for the post, I love seeing people explain the bonkers bullshittery.

yes yes thank you for pointing out all my mistakes and all that i j ew i was going to be getting Peer Reviewed (again, tumblr deleted my damn post so the first version was more accurate but i was pissed and i was also 1am so…) but yes. i am also new here in terms of the f1 drama. but yes it’s totally positively bonkers do you guys See now why fandom people are attracted to it???

#not a tag #from saph #f1 #thank you my anon bestie

[i3utterflyeffect]

the slugs are done cooking!

anyway here's yellow, blue, and red!

Blue

Blue has the ability to store more than one thing, including extra food, in cheek pouches!

They also can make baits for other creatures if given the correct resources. This can be great for them to lay out to attract an eggbug or something, but isn't a sure-fire way of getting food before the cycle ends. Admittedly, Beckon's cycles are much longer than Pebbles', so they get a solid amount of time outside before the rain.

Can and will eat anything! This includes things that are not digestible by slugcats. Probably has eaten a spore puff and immediately thrown up. Also sometimes will die spontaneously and be the one to discover that something is poisonous. If they were playable you could probably eat certain things that'd take your pips instead lol

instead of netherwart, they eat bubbleweed! similarly exotic and not found in Beckon's surroundings, and probably grows more around Abberant Creation/Crafter of Connection. actually did i mention that alexcrafter/CoC and AC are the same person. i don't think i did. that's unrelated tho

instead of getting scars from lava, it's instead from toxic waste like you might find in the Garbage Wastes. They can walk okay still, miraculously, but the skin has become extremely sensitive and any injuries in that area would hurt a LOTTTTT. They learn this after trying to pluck a paincone and getting swarmed.

Also related to the scarring, has a very high scav reputation due to saving a baby scav.

Yellow (there's no yellow text so it's orange. oops)

Expert with explosives and can craft grenades on the go. Grenades are made with a cherry bomb and a rock. They can also make a spear explode on impact-- different from an explosive spear since it's made with a grenade rather than the red cloth(?)

VERY VERY bright. had a habit of eating beckon's neurons when he wasn't looking and by the time they learned not to they were already glowing like a flashlight

probably started wailing upon learning they were eating beckon's brain on accident also

can basically craft anything like gourmand. has made VERY dangerous things before by complete accident. such as previously mentioned nuke.

Has probably broken a karma gate by trying to figure out how it works. probably the karma gate to the void if beckons even has one. no ascension for the kids. not that i think they'd ever WANT to

Has some degree of electric resistance. you'd be surprised at the centipedes they can survive

can and will fix things for beckons with only the motivator of love and sheer willpower

Red (imo the most interesting)

can and will befriend anything.

for comedic value these creatures are included in the pool of things red can and will befriend. i mean maybe not the centipede but also it'd be very very funny

is differently colored because their niche is in mimicry! their tail has eye spots to scare off vultures and if they slap their tail it may look like it's about to bite! it's used to scare off predators, which red deals with more often than you'd probably guess.

looks like something else on first glance but don't worry about that

high lizard reputation! just more likely to survive beasts in general actually

i was initially going to say the monster school is an interspecies lizard pack but then i thought of what monster school would be like in rain world and that's the funniest fucking thing ever so i'll leave it up to y'all. dropwigs learning how to dropwig from a giant fucking miros? maybe a guardian if you're feeling extra silly? or train lizard who has taken in a ton of stray lizards. who knows...

gets gifted a yellow bandana by Abberant Creation or scavs maybe

surprisingly low scavenger reputation. they're not kill-on-sight but definitely 'oh shit troublemaker incoming. watch out' (they get better reputation after blue helped the scavs out tho)

their pig friend (reuben) is a yeek btw. if you don't know what a yeek they're the best critters in rain world

anyway i thought of some interesting things that might be able to happen but i want them to be surprises in case i end up writing slugpup shenanigans :3 if you want to write a fic you can ask me though

i'm working on green but they suffer a chronic lack of significant abilities i can work off of :pensive:

#pitch's art #tommy's stickmen tag #stick world au #ava #rain world #ava/m #ava blue #ava yellow #ava red #i love green but can we please get more of them so i can study them like a bug

[saltydumplings]

I DONT THINK YOU UNDERSTAND BUT IM LITRALLY OBSSESSED WITH SNIPPET 17

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE WRITE ANOTHER PART

OH AND HERES ANOTHER ICECREAM 🍦

-Anon egg 🥚

Snippet #17.3

Part 3

This took me...so goddamn long. But it's finally here. THE SPICE HAS ARRIVED. (Also sorry if there are any mistakes, I may or may not have rushed the editing a bit in my excitement oop--)

Cw: SUGGESTIVE, SPICY, HOT HOT PEPPERS.

The henchman's ears were burning. In fact, their whole face was burning - cheeks growing pinker by the second as they listened to the conversation that was happening just a few steps away from them. At first they'd tried to ignore it but it was impossible: they were in the same room - no matter how quietly their superiors spoke they'd still be able hear every word.

"Very well behaved... you wouldn't believe some of the sounds they can make...eager to please...especially good when it comes to using their mouth..."

The hero's whispered praise had them fidgetting on the spot, the comments going straight to their head and, admittedly, other more...private places.

They straightened their back the second they heard the two's chatter come to an end, the villain's footsteps slowly returning to them.

Was this really happening?

Sleeping with the hero was one thing but the villain? It was like a dream - had been a dream for so long even though they hadn't fully realised it at the time. They clasped their hands together tighter in their lap, their mind flooded with excitement and nerves and lust and something else that was warm and fuzzy and making their heart run a damn marathon while their legs stayed trapped beneath them.

It all stopped when the villain touched them though. When they combed their fingers through the henchman's hair before trailing downwards, capturing the henchman's chin and tilting their gaze up in one soft motion.

"Henchman..."

The villain's eyes were darker than they had ever seen them. Beautiful and tempting, the power they possessed in that moment sending a rush of warmth throughout the henchman's body.

"Villain," they replied, waiting for direction.

"Boots off. Get on the bed."

The henchman did it instantly, sliding off their shoes and placing them neatly to the side before climbing up onto a mattress that they already knew from experience to be soft as sin itself. They knelt at its centre, cheeks flushed as they watched the villain removing their own shoes along with their cape, tossing the items carelessly to the floor. As the bed dipped beneath the villain's weight, the henchman's gaze fluttered off to the side, settling briefly onto the hero who simply grinned back at them - one hand already dipping lazily below the hem of their pants.

A hand caught the henchman's chin once more.

"Eyes on me," the villain said, voice accompanied by the slightest hint of a growl.

The henchman corrected their mistake immediately, blushing when the villain's free hand came to rest around their neck.

"You've been keeping secrets from me, love...How long did you intend to hide it?"

The henchman swallowed, unconconsciously trying to lean in closer only to have the villain hold them back. "I-In my defence," they said, "I didn't really know until, w-well," their eyes flicked to the hero and back, "recently..."

They couldn't have hidden the small movement from the villain if they tried. The other caught the meaning behind it instantly, lips curling up into a teasing grin as they shuffled closer - the hand on the henchman's chin now falling down to squeeze at their thigh.

"Jealous?" the villain asked.

The hue of the henchman's cheeks darkened. "N-No..."

The villain chuckled. "Lying to me, pet? I'd have thought that after all these years you'd have known to behave better than that."

A small gasp escaped the henchman's lips as they were suddenly pushed back, the villain shifting their weight onto them seamlessly as they pinned them in place. For a second, their grip on the henchman's neck tightened before loosening again.

"I'll let it go though," the villain said, "just for tonight: you're not the only one who's been lying..."

The henchman knew that. Had known it for a few hours now after the hero had told them but still the admission left them too stunned for words. Thankfully, for what the villain had in mind, speaking wasn't required.

The villain leant down tantalisingly slow, gaze dropping to the henchman's lips and staying there for a second before they finally acted.

The kiss was so much softer than the henchman thought it would be. The villain started with a simple, light peck before gradually forming it into something more - their tongue grazing lovingly along the henchman's lower lip until the other opened up with a small hum, tilting their head back to help deepen it only to have the villain pull away again. They smirked, hands pressing down upon the henchman's shoulders.

"Want more?"

"Please," the henchman said, leaning up and immediately being pushed back down.

"Aw, begging already?" the villain teased. "Hero was right, you truly are touch-starved."

Their hand reached up to the top button of the henchman's shirt and popped it open, tracing the small triangle of skin they'd revealed before trailing their fingers up again - touch featherlight as they ran a path up the henchman's collar and neck and then over their chin, the pad of their thumb stroking at their subordinate's lower lip.

The henchman's breath hitched and their own hands reached out, desperate to hold onto anything. First they clutched the sheets in a rush but soon they found something better: the villain's thighs were warm to the touch, even under the thick fabric of their fighting suit; the muscles there tense even though the other looked relaxed, firmly intent on keeping the henchman pinned beneath them.

"But don't worry, pet," the villain continued, hands now setting upon a different course of action as they travelled back down, "I'll give you all the attention you could possibly want. The only catch is--" The villain's hands gripped their wrists and brought them up, pinning the henchman's hands above their head all too soon "--you won't be able to return the favour."

Within seconds, the henchman's expression went from awe to a small pout. They squirmed a little, daring to test the villain's strength.

"That's not fair," they said.

The villain's lips quirked upwards, eyes glinting in a way that the henchman knew meant nothing but trouble. "I know," the villain agreed. Then they leant down a little, breath ghosting across the shell of the henchman's ear as they lowered their voice. "But you want to be good for me, don't you?"

Very, very unfair.

Of course the henchman wanted to be good for the villain - pleasing their superior was one of their favourite hobbies! They were an overachiever by nature and the villain knew that!

But they also wanted to touch them so, so badly.

Conflicted, the henchman struggled a little more, eyes pleading. "N-No..."

The villain's brows rose up in surprise. "No?" they mimicked.

The henchman simply flushed, unable to bring themself to say it again.

"You wouldn't disobey me now, would you Henchman?"

They quickly shook their head - of course they wouldn't!

"Oh, so you'll be good and stay just like this?" the villain said.

Again, the henchman pouted. "But that--"

"It's your choice: you either be good for me or I'll make you be good for me. And the latter one doesn't come with a reward," the villain stated, gripping the henchman's wrists just a little tighter.

Reward?

In the corner of the room, they heard the hero let out a soft huff. "I never get any rewards," they muttered.

"That's because you never earn them," the villain retorted. "Now hush, or you can spend the rest of our time watching the wall."

The hero grumbled but soon quietened once more, the henchman biting down on their lip as the villain's gaze settled back on them.

"Well?" they said. "Will you be good?"

Knowing their options - very unfair options - the choice wasn't all that hard anymore.

The henchman finally let themself relax into the villain's hold, giving a small nod of their head.

The villain grinned. "Use your words, pet."

Fuck, the villain hadn't even properly started yet and already the henchman felt like melting on the spot - blushing harder than they ever had before.

"Yes," they said.

"Yes what?"

Any more of this the henchman was sure they might just combust. "Y-Yes: I'll be good."

"Good." With that the villain released them, trusting the henchman to keep their hands above them whilst the villain's own travelled downwards.

It took all of the henchman's effort not to reach up immediately; not to be greedy and take whatever was within reach before the villain stopped them again. That reward better be worth it. Any more teasing and the henchman wasn't sure they'd be able to control themself.

Unlike them, the villain was able to act on their impulses.

"You have no idea how long I've waited for this," they whispered, placing a kiss upon the henchman's neck and tracing the small metal ring at the centre of their collar, admiring it. "No idea how long I've dreamt of taking off this stupid uniform."

The second button of their shirt was popped open, quickly followed by the third. The henchman tilted their head back, giving the villain better access to their neck and moaning lowly when the other didn't waste any time in exploiting it - nipping and licking at the sensitive skin. After a second they leant back up for another kiss, claiming the henchman's mouth once more with their own. They were rougher this time, tongue exploring deeper while their fingers worked on opening up the fourth button, pausing in their administrations briefly to pull the fabric aside and stare down at the henchman's now exposed chest and--

They stopped.

The henchman let out a small questioning sound as they felt the villain stiffen above them, attempting to tilt their head down to see what was happening only to have a hand grip their jaw and push them back. Content they would stay, the villain's grip retracted and another slow second passed... The henchman practically squeaked when their shirt was suddenly ripped open, buttons flying off to the side and the fabric torn as the villain growled, fingers tracing over something on the henchman's chest that they couldn't see.

"Hero," the villain said.

Oh.

Oh no.

The henchman remembered exactly what the problem was now.

They flushed, fidgetting a little as they tried to hide but the villain wouldn't let them - stilling their moving hips in an instant and holding them there, keeping the marks the hero had given them on full display.

"Just a few more...Villain will love this."

The hero had lied: the villain looked downright wrathful.

"Hero," the villain repeated.

"Hm?"

"I've changed my mind."

The hero's reluctance to respond had been playful before but their pause now suggested differently - the silence of the room intense and heavy, the only thing breaking it being the henchman's small gasp when the villain unexpectedly brushed their fingers over the sensitive skin of their chest.

"About what?" the hero asked.

"I think you know what," the other answered, their one hand shifting to play with the henchman's left nipple and causing them to jolt in surprise whilst their attention remained on the hero. A few seconds passed and their right hand travelled up to occupy the henchman's mouth - fingers pushing past their lips and settling onto their tongue almost boredly, muffling the small whine that was escaping them along with any defence for the other that they might have had.

The hero whined on their behalf. "But you said--"

"And I changed my mind." They gave the henchman's right nipple the same treatment, teasing and rubbing until the other squirmed - the henchman feeling like they were the one being punished for the hero's actions instead. "As far as I'm concerned, you've had your share of fun today, love. You'll be lucky if denial is the worst punishment I give you tonight."

A huff. From where they were laying, the henchman could just about make out the hero moving their hands to their sides - the simple change clearly challenging for them. The henchman idly wondered how far along they'd brought themself before the villain had decided to deny them.

"Mean," the hero grumbled.

"What was that?" the villain asked.

"I said they're getting impatient."

That definitely was not what the hero had said. But it didn't make it any less true.

The villain's fingers were still teasing them relentlessly, though at the hero's comment they stilled. The henchman flushed as their mouth became empty once more, their superior's attention returning to them swiftly at the suggestion.

"That true, pet?" The villain stroked their cheeks softly, voice a low, teasing coo. "Are you getting impatient?"

Yes, the henchman thought. But instead they bit their lip and shook their head, wanting to please the villain in the hopes it would make them go faster.

It didn't.

"Good," the villain said. Their hands trailed back down, slow and content as ever as they traced over each hickey they came across - sometimes pressing down softly as if they were counting them. "We have a long night ahead and, thanks to Hero, I have to go over every single one of these marks until I'm convinced that they're mine. After that, well...your tasks for tomorrow don't involve much walking, do they?"

No, maybe. The henchman didn't care when the villain's lips were already pressing at a spot just below their collarbone, tongue carefully working over already marked skin. How many hickies had the hero given them? How long would it take for the villain to go over them all? They clutched the sheets above them, willing themself to stay still and think of something else before they lost their mind over how slow the villain was going.

What were they doing tomorrow? Paperwork? They usually did errand runs for their superior on Tuesdays too but something told them that the other might just let them off.

The villain finally finished with their first mark, quickly moving down to start work on a second. For a moment, the henchman lost their focus and let go of the sheets as the villain's hands groped at their thighs and waist, blatantly touching when they knew the henchman couldn't. Their arms hitched up very slightly before they remembered themself, forcing them back down against the bed once more, thankful that the villain hadn't noticed.

Then they remembered they were being watched...

They tilted their head to the side fractionally, wide eyes locking onto the hero's all too easily. The other smiled at them.

Please don't tell, the henchman thought.

The hero opened their mouth slowly, taunting, the henchman shaking their head as subtly as they could whilst begging with their eyes. It was just one little slip up - surely they could let it pass.

Please. Please.

The hero shut their mouth and leant back in the seat with a small wink, the henchman almost sighing in relief but letting out a small moan instead when the villain's teeth scraped against their skin. They let their gaze return to the ceiling, thankful they wouldn't be caught out so soon. That wouldn't be the end of it though: no, the hero was bound to hold this over them later. Not to mention, should they slip up again, the henchman had no doubts that the other would tell on them.

And that was why they needed to focus. Why they needed to be good.

Errands and paperwork, errands and paperwork...

The villain stooped down lower, sucking on a mark just below their waist.

Errands and paperwork. Errands. And paperwork...

The henchman wished the villain would go further. Felt tempted to buck their hips in the hopes it would convince them to do something more but they knew that was dangerous thinking.

They had to be good. They had to think about errands. And paperwork.

Errands.

The villain was touching their thighs again.

Paperwork.

They were touching everywhere that was so close and yet so far from where they wanted the attention most.

Errands and paperwork. Errands--

Please.

They could feel the other's mouth dragging down lower, hands trailing up.

--Paperwork. Errands and paperwork. Paperwork and - please - errands. Errands and - s-so close - and paperwork and errands and a meeting and--

A meeting?

The henchman gasped as the villain's fingers traced over their clothed sex, mouth licking at another mark on their hip bone...

Was this a bad time to remind their superior that they were meant to be meeting with supervillain tomorrow at nine?

Part 5

#writing snippet #heroxvillain snippet #heroxvillain #hero x villain #villain x henchman #hero x henchman #hero x villain x henchman

[im-not-even-sorry]

I want a dom to make sure I'm well prepared for the upcoming exams and my future job.

They'd be laying between my legs, stroking me, maybe using their mouth as well while asking me questions about said material. If I answer correctly, they'll keep going, if not, and oops, there's so many difficult questions, they'd stop touching me, or give me a spank, or a pinch or something to make me remember the correct answer for longer <3

I'd be throbbing and whining and begging them to let me come but we gotta revise the whole material, so I have to be a good boy and focus

#power imbalance #domsub #trans nsft #teacher x student #bd/sm masochist #masochist sub #pain play #my post #edging kink #sapiophile

[worldsunlikemyown]

Top kotlc ships?

Okay this got long buckle up

Main crew:

Sokeefe (yes I'm basic) and I'm generally open to any others (not much of a main crew shipper honestly I'm fairly neutral about them all)

Marellinh is also great, especially what we saw of them in the Marella short story

Adults:

Tiertice!!! I just love the devotion and the simple, caring sort of dynamic they have. It's just SO adorable and soft and they've been through so much and ajshdkd I love them

Kesline! They're just so cheerful and feel like they're really THERE for each other through all odds (like their relationship was 'a bad match' and they supported each other through it all)

Ruedacted!! (I'm counting them as adults for the sake of this) THE TRAGEDY is so so compelling! They sound like the most wholesome couple until they don't and it just starts getting darker and smokier and where there's smoke there's fire and the fire burns them both in the end *screams about them forever*

Honourable mentions to Qualden and Gradaline. Also amazing but I don't think about them as much.

Ancients (multishipping incoming):

Finspera. Okay where do I start I am. SO obsessed with them. They'd be like THE top ship the ones I think about the most the ones I could write (and have written) so much about. Fintan risks everything for the chance to get Vespera out. He stands with her in Nightfall, and she seems less...not there when he's around. Their Nightfall scenes are just INCREDIBLE — the whole sequence is an elaborate performance and they're so in sync with each other! Also I have like a billion headcanons about them and just. THEM <3 they're my OTP. They're the tragic soulmate beloveds of all time.

Fintante! Now I love any and every flavour of them (romantic OR platonic) but their shipping dynamic is great. Bronte probably initially looked to Fintan as someone else with a dangerous power, and eventually realised that he was just a very hot and very silly elf and oops he's in love now! They complement each other really well — Bronte is goodness masked with anger and his power is tightly controlled by him, while Fintan is cheery on the outside, angry on the inside, and uses his fire liberally. These two are boyfriends.

Luzpera (Luzia x Vespera). Them!! I headcanon them as being very young when they fell in love, then broke apart (with a LOT of drama), got back together into something pretty dark many years later, and eventually broke apart again to become really close friends by the end. So friends to lovers to exes to lovers to exes again to friends. And yes they're lovers in my head. Also I thought they were way more popular than they are but apparently they're a rare ship (correct me if I'm wrong and direct me to the Luzpera stuff please)

Bonus Fallon x his wife (yes yes boring BUT I have thoughts about his wife that I can't elaborate on yet but they're there. Trust)

Top 3 overall (no sorry no main crew ships here unfortunately)

Finspera

Ruedacted

Luzpera

#kotlc #kotlc ancients #answered asks #kotlc fintan #fintan pyren #kotlc vespera #vespera folend #kotlc bronte #councillor bronte #kotlc luzia #luzia vacker #kotlc jolie #jolie ruewen #kotlc brant #brant redacted #thoughts on the lost cities #fallon's wife

[penny-anna]

trying to get screened for diabetes today

arrive at pharmacy for the test. i've been screened at the same pharmacy before so as they're setting up increasingly i'm like hmm this seems like a more intensive blood test than what i had last time

'hey is this the test where you get the results same day' nooo this is the 48 hour test

im a dumbass who booked the wrong test. good news is i can do the correct test today!!

bad news is for reasons i don't understand the glucose measuring machine for the other test is stored in the fridge and has to be brought up to room temperature. normally they'd do that first thing but as they weren't expecting to use it today its still in the fridge.

told to come back in half an hour. live close by so just go home and kill time.

come back. they take blood from my left hand. put it in the machine. OOPS it's still too cold.

i can come back in half an hour OR reschedule for Monday. suggest coming back in an hour but the pharmacy closes at lunch time on saturdays & they get very busy in the last hour so no can do.

go to the supermarket. kill another 30 minutes. go back for attempt 2.

the machine is now too warm.

are u shitting me lmao

she put it in her pocket to try and bring it up to room temperature faster but overdid it and now it won't work

put the glucose meter back in the fridge

it now seems to be working. take blood from my right hand. wait 5 anxious minutes

machine says there's not enough hemoglobin in my blood. we will have to try again.

ask if i can have another plaster bcos i'm bleeding through the first one. 'oh you're still bleeding?' yeah is that good 'oh yes it means i don't have to stick you again'

take another blood sample w visible difficulty. put that in the machine

should i be worried about the hemoglobin thing?? (im in there bcos not feeling well so u know could be a blood thing)

oh no that's probably just bcos she didn't get enough blood (oops)

continue waiting for the remainder of the 5 minutes. it works this time.

anyway i don't have diabetes.

[criminalmindsgonewrong]

alternatively titled; emily prentiss deserves to be a mom.

tw: it is briefly mentioned that the unsub has lost a baby.

(this was supposed to be for @criminalmindsweek but oops guess its early because i'm stupid)

read on ao3, fanfiction.net or under the cut

They bluelighted their way down the street, tires screeching and marking up the road as the wheels bumped up the curb and the car came to a halt. Vaulting from the cars, four sets of feet pounded the pavement, guns at the ready, vests in place as they entered the building, stopping only to clear the area before moving swiftly from room to room.

Their case had taken them to a small town outside of Seattle. Somebody was kidnapping newborns, and nobody could quite figure out how. So while they'd been casing local hospitals, a call had come in that someone was acting suspicious in the neighborhood, carrying a car seat.

The witness had seen the suspect enter this building, but as they cleared room after room, it was evident that whoever it was had disappeared, apparently, into thin air.

"Clear," JJ's voice came over the comms, followed by Derek, mimicking her sentiment. Emily felt her heart beating quickly, as it always did as they cleared a scene, her senses on high alert. Hotch was a step behind her, which was a comfort, since she knew he had her back.

Heading up the stairs, she looked left then right with her torch and gun. Still nobody. Kicking open the only door she found at the end of the corridor, she stepped quickly into the room and the arm holding up her gun faltered.

"Prentiss," Hotch hissed from behind her, reprimanding her, but she shook her head.

"It's fine, Hotch, it's clear, but you've gotta see this."

As he stepped into the room, Aaron saw what had halted Emily, what had caused her to lower her weapon.

"How old do you think she is?" Emily asked, softly, from where she knelt in front of the car seat. The baby was asleep, her head lolling to one side, chubby cheeks pushed against her shoulder. She wasn't unsettled or screaming; in fact, she didn't look as though she'd been harmed at all.

"She looks perfect," Emily spoke aloud what Hotch had been thinking. She skimmed the baby, looked over her shoulder at Hotch, "Should I take her out and check?"

Hotch was frowning, holstering his own weapon as JJ and Morgan cleared the final rooms, and then headed up to them.

"Is that a baby?" Morgan asked from the hallway, "There's never been a baby left behind before."

"Maybe the unsub got spooked, dumped the kid and ran?" JJ suggested, crouching down beside Emily. She reached towards the baby, lowering her blanket, checking, Emily assumed, for any evidence.

"There's nothing," Emily shook her head, tilting it as she studied the baby, "Poor thing."

"Let's get her back to the station and have her looked over by a medic," Hotch said, "And get started on trying to find her parents."

"What the hell, Hotchner?"

From the moment they'd set foot onto the asphalt at the strip, the locals had made it well known how unwelcome they were here. Nevermind that they were only trying to do a job, no, they didn't care about that; as far as the chief of police and his squad were concerned, the BAU weren't just there to step on toes, they were there to trample them.

" Agent Hotchner," Hotch corrected, not for the first time. He stopped dead in his tracks, the car seat held securely in one hand. The glare he fixed the chief of police with was a clear message, but the chief went on glancing between Hotch and the baby, and the rest of the team.

"What the hell do you think I'm running here?" He demanded, his voice loud enough to stir the sleeping child, "A damn daycare?"

"You wanted us to leave the infant at the crime scene, Detective?" Emily raised her eyebrows, and the chief turned his eyes onto her. Emily didn't flinch, even as he stared her down, trying to intimidate her. She even smirked at him.

"You brought it here," He sneered down his nose at Hotch, as though seeing him carrying the car seat was something funny to him, "You take responsibility for it. My officers aren't babysitters."

" Her ," JJ corrected, shortly, as they filed past him and into the small room at the back of the station that they'd begrudgingly been assigned.

"What?" The detective didn't seem to care much for what any of them had to say, but his disdain for the girls was even more evident.

" Her." JJ repeated, unfaltering, "Not 'it '. Her."

"Yeah, whatever," The detective sneered, and turned his back on her. JJ glared at him, and then pulled out her phone, once again trying the social care number she'd dialed twice already in the car.

"Someone really should have a look at her," Emily was saying, her left arm folded tightly across her chest, her right thumb between her teeth as she anxiously gnawed at her skin, "Make sure she's alright."

They were waiting for the medics, and much as Hotch wanted to follow protocol, the baby had woken up and was staring at them all with wide, confused eyes. JJ sat beside her, speaking softly to her, but she wriggled and writhed and arched her back, frustrated by the constriction of the seat.

"Fine," Hotch nodded, and JJ reached for her instantly, pushing in the button to pop up the fastening and slipping the straps off of the baby's little shoulders.

"Come here, darling," The blonde smiled, lifting her out. She had assessed that the baby couldn't be more than six months old. Henry was coming up to eleven months, and was significantly bigger than she was, but she was too big and too wide eyed and alert to be much younger than six months, JJ said. So when she picked her up, the baby held up her own head, craning it to look at them all. Her wide blue eyes were focused and intent on staring at them, as though she were studying each face in turn.

"She's a cutie," Derek grinned, stepping up behind JJ and offering his finger, tapping at the palm of the baby's tiny hand with the tip of his finger. She grabbed it, and held fast, and he beamed at her.

"Yes, but who does she belong to?" Hotch sighed, from where he looked on, his arms folded across his chest.

"Have we considered this might not be related to our unsub at all?" Reid suggested, "Perhaps she was dropped off by her parents and left on purpose?"

"In an abandoned building, Spence?" Emily was shaking her head, "No, there are safe haven laws for a reason."

"While, yes, more than 3500 newborns have been surrendered through safe haven laws nationwide since 1999, over 1400 have also been found abandoned since then, too." Spencer offered up, and Emily grimaced from where she was leaning against the wall.

"Why would somebody do that when there's another option?" She mused, and she was speaking more to herself than to any of the others.

"JJ, try the social again," Hotch told her, and the blonde nodded, looking around the group. She met Derek's eyes and the grin fell from his face. He stepped back, holding up his hands as though in surrender.

"Okay, I'll do that," JJ said through an amused chuckle, "But somebody's gotta take the baby, guys."

To everyone's surprise, Hotch stepped up immediately, offering both of his hands. He and JJ, the only parents in their group, passed the infant easily between the two of them, and the surprise subsided as Hotch settled the little girl easily in his arms. She looked up at him with wide eyes, her little lips pressed tightly together, as though she wasn't sure whether or not to be afraid of the huge, stoic man into whose arms she had been settled. She gave a little cry, and then another. With the ease that only an experienced parent could muster, Hotch began gently rocking her, and she settled almost immediately.

Hotch, who had been focused on the baby, looked up and found four pairs of eyes fixed on him, their expressions ranging from shocked to impressed to amused.

"What?" He said, slightly defensively, "I'm a dad, remember?"

"I will now," Emily muttered under her breath. JJ laughed, but Hotch chose to ignore her, smirking to himself as he dropped his gaze back to the child.

"This is shaping up to be a very cute 1980s American Family Comedy," Morgan quipped, "but what's this little lady going to eat?" He grimaced, "And what happens when…you know, it comes out the other end?"

It was Hotch who grimaced, then.

"We've hit a dead end with the case," Emily posed, "Unless there's another abduction, we've got no leads besides what Penelope is searching up. We can spare an hour; why don't you and Reid find a department store and buy the supplies we need?"

"Sure." Morgan nodded, "Come on, man."

He and Spencer were halfway to the door when they both turned, quizzical expressions on their faces, and Spencer said, "What exactly do we need to take care of an approximately six month old for an unspecified period of time?"

Closing his eyes for the briefest moment, Hotch sighed. "Take JJ with you, too."

"You really are a natural, you know."

The others had been gone for half an hour and, after fussing for a while, the baby had fallen asleep in Hotch's arms. They were sitting at the table, Hotch leaning back in his chair to rest the baby against his chest. He'd shifted her so that her cheek lay against his shirt, and Emily watched them both with blatant amazement.

Hotch opened his eyes, which had drifted shut in thought and in the strange contentment that had come over him at having a small baby resting on him once again.

"Hm? Oh," he looked down at the small head just below his chin, "I wasn't when Jack was first born. It's something you learn. Parenting is the definition of 'sink or swim'."

Emily smiled at that comment, folding her hands under her chin, unable to take her eyes off of the sweet baby.

"What are we going to call her?" She said, softly, and Hotch gave her a quizzical look. Shrugging, Emily said, "Well, I don't want to keep calling her 'baby', do you?"

"She probably already has a name, Prentiss." Hotch said, but Emily just gave him a blank stare.

"Humour me." She said, and he knew she wasn't about to give him a choice, either way.

"What do you think we should call her?" He asked, certain she'd already come up with at least a few ideas.

"What about Molly?" Hotch scrunched up his nose, shaking his head. "Okay, not Molly. Amber?"

"No, that's not right, either," he shifted his head, tilting it to try and see her face better, and in doing so he missed the warm little smile that appeared on Emily's face; smug that she'd drawn him in, amused by his enthusiasm and glad to see the softer side of him come out. "What about Zoe?"

Emily tilted her head, reaching out with a gentle hand and brushing her fingertips over the downy blonde hair at the base of her neck.

"Zoe is good," she nodded, smiling, "We can call her Zoe until we find out her name."

Zoe didn't stay content for long. She woke up with a vendetta, and began screaming at the top of her lungs. Hotch tried everything that had ever worked with Jack; standing up, bouncing, bobbing, rocking, singing, burping. Nothing worked. He knew why.

"She's hungry," he said, through grit teeth as he gently patted her back over his shoulder, her screams hollering down his ear, "Where the hell are the others?"

"Okay," Emily stood up, shaking her head, "Give her here."

"What, why?" Hotch's eyes grew slightly wider as she held her hands out, reaching for the baby and wrapping them around her middle. He had no choice but to let Emily gently lift Zoe from his shoulder, tucking her into her own arms.

"Because," the voice that came out of her as she looked down at the baby but spoke to Hotch was not the voice of an impartial FBI agent, but of a soft and gentle maternal figure, "You're getting all ," she even put a sing-song tone on the word, dragging it out as she rocked Zoe back and forth. The baby went on screaming anyway. " All stressed. And Zoe doesn't like that. So you're going to take a break and I'm going to take a turn."

Hotch raised his eyebrows as he watched her, and even though she still fussed, Zoe did actually stop crying long enough to reach a tiny fist into the air. Emily smiled a triumphant smile down at her, not halting in the soothing song she'd begun to sing. At least not until Zoe found what she was looking for; her chubby fingers curled around one of Emily's dark curls and pulled .

"Mother-"

"Emily!"

"-goose." Emily pressed her lips together, closing her eyes as she dislodged one arm from beneath Zoe and detangled the baby's fist from her hair, "What did I ever do to you, huh?" She said, putting on a voice that only babies find amusing. It worked and Zoe's face split into a grin, her hunger momentarily forgotten, "What do you think you're doing?"

The giggle that came from the baby was rapturous and Emily's head shot up, her eyes, when they found Hotch's, full of surprise and pride.

"Did you hear that?" She asked, and he nodded, a small smile on his face.

"I heard it."

"We're back, we're back," JJ said, rushing in, laden down with two bags of shopping, Morgan and Reid following behind her, "I'm so sorry that took so long, it's rush hour. Has she been crying?"

"Yes but, oh my god, Jayje," Emily was saying, excited, "You just missed the most adorable laugh. Wait, let me see if I can get her to do it again. What do you think you're doing?"

But Zoe had been disturbed by the arrival of the others and was screaming again.

JJ disappeared (she had assigned Reid to make the bottle but when he looked at her blankly, she made a quip about him knowing everything except for anything useful, and then headed off to do it herself) and was back moments later, bottle in hand.

"Do you want me to feed her?" She asked, but Emily shook her head.

"Can I?" She asked, "I've never…"

JJ smiled, and nodded, showing her how to hold the bottle, how to keep the teat full to avoid giving the baby gas.

"She's probably old enough to hold her own bottle, but she'll let you know if she wants to do that."

Maybe it was the shock of the day, or maybe she was absolutely starving, but Zoe seemed perfectly content to let Emily feed her and had guzzled down over half of the bottle so quickly Emily was fearful that she might choke.

"She's fine," Hotch reassured her. Morgan and Reid both watched from a short distance away, as fascinated as Emily was by the baby, and JJ and Hotch watched their three colleagues with amusement.

"You have sisters who have kids, Morgan," JJ pointed out.

"Well, yeah, but I'm hardly ever home," he shrugged, "Guess I missed on the baby stage with the kids. Mostly on purpose, probably, babies terrify me."

"They're not so bad," Emily said, softly, staring down at Zoe's face as her eyes began to droop, the tip of her little finger gently stroking her cheek, "She's milk-drunk."

"Oh, they get so cute when they're milk drunk," JJ rushed to her side, peering over Emily's shoulder, and Morgan watched both women with furrowed brows.

"Estrogen, huh, kid?" He joked to Spencer, earning him a glare from both Emily and JJ, but neither of them commented, turning back to the baby, instead.

It was then that Hotch's phone rang.

"Garcia? Uh-huh. Right. Thanks." The others knew what was up before he'd even hung up the phone, "We've had a hit. Attempted abduction of a newborn one town over."

"Attempted?" JJ frowned, and Hotch nodded.

"Security has been increased, someone stopped the unsub, they passed the baby to the guard and made a run for it."

"Guard was holding a newborn," Morgan offered up, "Didn't want to chase-what are you doing?"

Emily had stepped up to him and was gently lowering Zoe into his arms. Before he could protest, Morgan was holding the baby, who had been disturbed from her subdued state and looked up at him, another new face, with wide eyes. "Prentiss?"

"It's your turn to stay with her," she told him, handing the bottle to him, too "You and Reid." Then, with a shrug, as she grabbed her blazer from the back of a chair, she added, "Wouldn't want JJ and I to get too overwhelmed by all that estrogen , would we?"

And she was out of the door after Hotch and JJ before Morgan or Reid could protest.

"It's definitely your turn now, man." Derek insisted, but Reid shook his head.

"Absolutely not," he was pouring over the case files and fooling absolutely nobody.

"Man, I know you memorized those files on the plane. You're not reading anything, you're just avoiding baby duty, now would you please hold Zoe? I have to pee." Reid looked up from the manila file, his eyes narrowed.

"You used the bathroom an hour and twenty minutes ago at the store and I've not see you take a drink since."

"You-you track that sort of-? You know what, I don't even care, Reid, but I need you to take this baby before I smack you upside the head, okay?" He held his arms out, but Spencer hopped down from the table and backed quickly away. "Reid-stop it, take the-" Derek followed him around the table, but with the baby in his arms he couldn't jostle her too quickly, and Reid was quicker as he stepped out of the way each time Morgan approached.

"Derek," he was saying, "Stop it. I don't want to hold the baby. I'm not going to hold her."

"She's just a baby , what's the worst that could happen?"

"Then why do you want to get rid of her so badly?"

"She stinks , man."

Reid paused, then gave a short burst of laughter. "Oh, no, you're not palming that job off on me."

Morgan was scowling, "This is why Emily left." He was grumbling under his breath, turning his face away from Zoe, as though he could avoid the smell coming from her diaper.

"Babies are disgusting," Spencer commented, looking at Zoe, laying on a blanket on the desk, as though she were a bomb about to explode. She was looking up at them, smiling and kicking her feet, like she thought they were playing some kind of game.

"It's okay," Morgan, standing beside him with his hands on his hips, said, "It's gonna be fine. It's just like-it's easier if we take it in steps, right?"

"Right." Spencer nodded. "So you take the first step."

Morgan glared at him, narrowing his eyes, before he sighed and stepped up to the desk, unfastening Zoe's baby grow. The smell, when uncovered, was so much worse.

"Oh, god," Covering his face with his hand, Morgan stepped back a good few paces, "That is just wrong , what have they been feeding this kid?"

"Formula, most likely," Reid was saying, "Usually, a breastfed baby's poop wouldn't smell bad at all. The particles are so tiny that they mostly get absorbed in the gut, and the milk doesn't spend long enough in the gut to develop much of a smell. Formula takes longer to process."

Morgan was staring at him, now, his eyes narrowed with confusion, "See, I- why do you know that, Spence?"

"I know a lot of things," Spencer said, looking at the baby, his nose wrinkled in disgust.

"You know what I know?" Morgan posed the question, slapping Spencer on the back.

"What?"

"I know it's your turn, pretty boy."

Somehow, with a lot of argument and retching and crying - and not from Zoe - they managed to clear her up. Sure they went through three diapers and a whole pack of wipes (Reid refused to touch her unless his hands were entirely covered) but, in the end, she was clean and fresh smelling once more.

When Hotch, Emily and JJ returned, it was to Zoe sitting on a blanket on the floor, Spencer and Morgan on chairs in front of her, staring at her intently, as though waiting for her to perform a trick of some sort. She, however, was just looking back at them, frowning as though slightly disturbed by their intent attention.

"What are you guys doing?" Emily said, immediately stepping in and picking her up, "Don't put her on the floor!"

"Hey, we sat her on the blanket!" Morgan defended, hotly.

"It's still filthy in this place," JJ said, grabbing for the wipes to clean her hands, "What-where are all of the wipes?"

"We changed her diaper," Spencer grinned, looking incredibly proud of himself.

"Just one?" JJ asked, incredulously, as she tore open a second packet of wipes and tugged one out, using it to clean off Zoe's hands.

"Did anything useful come up at the hospital?" Reid asked, determined to get back to the case. Hotch nodded.

"The unsub is a woman," he said, and it was something they'd already suggested, but having the concrete information was certainly helpful, "We've got the security guard working with a composite sketch artist now."

"And once they've done that, I'll get her face all over the news," JJ said, "Hopefully if anybody knows her, they'll come forward."

"Hopefully," Emily nodded, "If she did leave Zoe then that's two babies that she's failed at abducting, she might grow more desperate."

"In the meantime," Hotch nodded to the window, where the sky was rapidly darkening to black, "We should try and get some rest."

In Emily's arms, Zoe had already lay her head against her chest and was nodding off to sleep.

"Who's on babysitting duty tonight?" Emily whispered.

"Not it!" The chorus went up, and not one person was left behind. In Emily's arms, Zoe flinched at the noise.

Hotch sighed, watching Emily rock her as Zoe began to cry. "Fine, I guess we all are."

They set up camp in Hotch's room, the logic being that it wasn't fair to load one person with the baby, so they would share the responsibility. There were two double beds and the sofa, which Hotch took, so plenty of room for them all, even though nobody got a good night's sleep in the end. He called down to room service and had a travel crib brought up. Zoe fell asleep almost instantly, but the adults in the room couldn't sleep, no matter how hard they tried. They were all too aware of the baby in the room; the baby that didn't belong to any of them but had somehow become their responsibility.

Zoe was a terrible sleeper, anyway. Clearly the day had exhausted her because she fell asleep almost as soon as JJ changed her into a new baby grow and lay her down in the crib. Hotch played some nursery rhymes on his laptop to soothe her and they watched her fight it for only a few moments before her eyes drifted closed.

An hour later, she woke up screaming and it took twenty minutes of feeding, burping, rocking and a diaper change to calm her down enough to put her back down.

And the cycle repeated all night.

They took it in turns, picking her up, pacing the room with her, patting her on the back and soothing her until she was calm enough to be put back down. But Zoe was persistent, and unsettled, and far from wherever home was.

It was the early hours when JJ woke up yet again, only it wasn't Zoe's screams that woke her this time, but a much gentler noise.

Music. Low, quiet music…humming. She cracked her eyes open a fraction, her vision blurry from sleep, her head aching from the lack of it and the constant reverberation of Zoe's crying in her ears. Beside her, Emily had fallen asleep, just as she had, on top of the comforter. Her hand rested hear to her face, her head tilted in JJ's direction and JJ could tell by the steady rise and fall of her chest that Emily was still fast asleep. She could also see across to the sofa, where Hotch lay on his side. He didn't look comfortable, but he, too, was dreaming away.

Rolling over slowly, gently, so as not to disturb Emily, JJ turned to Morgan and Spencer's bed, and found Spencer laying on his back, Zoe on his chest, humming softly as he patted her back rhythmically.

Hearing the creek of mattress springs as JJ turned, Spencer looked towards her, and his cheeks flushed a little with embarrassment, but JJ just smiled, softly at him, settling into her new position and tucking her hand beneath her cheek on the pillow.

"It didn't seem fair…" Spencer whispered, "You all…she woke up crying again and I just thought I should take a turn."

JJ nodded, looking from his face to Zoe's; in the dim light of the only lamp in the room JJ could see that the baby was fast asleep, her mouth the perfect little pout, her eyelashes occasionally fluttering.

"You've been holding out on us, Reid," JJ smiled. Spencer shook his head, but his lips curled up a little, into a private smile of his own.

"I've never really been around kids, except for Henry." He clarified. JJ knew this already, of course. Even when he was a child, Spencer was never really around other children. He was too mature for them, too intelligent. And his home life required too much of him for him to spend his time doing frivolous things like playing. He had always insisted that those things never appealed to him anyway, but the story was always terribly sad to JJ; everyone deserved to be a kid.

"You'd be a good dad." She told him, and she recalled a similar conversation she'd had a while ago with Emily. Spencer looked at her with much the same expression; he and Emily were cut from the same cloth, really, neither ever having a family they could ever really rely on. Spencer at least knew his mother loved him. Emily had no such comfort.

"Maybe," The younger agent nodded, his hand continuing its rhythmic patting of Zoe's back, "One day."

Come morning, they were all yawning at breakfast.

"Here you go, kid," Morgan said, as JJ sat Zoe in the highchair at the table. He had cut the crusts off of his toast and cut a sliver about an inch wide which he put onto the tray in front of her. JJ opened her mouth, ready to protest, but Zoe's eyes went wide and she reached for it, putting it immediately to her mouth and beginning to suck on the buttery bread.

"Okay, so someone's been weaning this kid." Emily said, raising an eyebrow as she watched Zoe go to town on her breakfast.

"Who do you belong to, little one?" Hotch said, with surprisingly tenderness. He had his hands wrapped around a cup of strong black coffee, and sighed as he put it to his lips.

JJ's phone rang.

"Hopefully we'll get some answers to that today," she said, glancing at the screen. She waved it at the others, "Social Services." Putting it to her ear, she stepped away from the table, "Hello? Yes this is Agent Jareau."

"There've been no abductions through the night," Reid said, passing JJ and returning to the table, slipping his own phone into his pocket as he sat down.

"So we still have nothing?" Emily splayed her hands, feeling helpless, as Morgan dialed Penelope's number.

"Good morning, mama," He said, and they all heard Penelope's grumble on the other end of the phone, smiling fondly at the sound of it. Morgan put her on speaker.

"I do have a lead for you, my loves," she said, to their surprise, "So our unsub has taken five babies in three weeks. That's a lot of formula to go through-"

"Unless she's breastfeeding them." Emily frowned at the phone.

"Exactly what I thought, gumdrop," She could practically hear Penelope nodding on the other end of the phone, "And I know what the profile says. A woman stealing babies has probably…lost a baby," she trailed off, sadly, "So, I revamped my search this morning and there were three women who delivered still borns in the last month, but only one before the abductions started."

"Who is she, Garcia?"

She was Valerie Tierney. 23 years old.

They found her, and four healthy babies, at her grandparents farm an hour outside of town.

Emily watched sadly as they brought her into the station, the chief of police and his officers carrying the babies.

" Not a daycare," JJ quoted, beside her, and she allowed herself a small smirk that turned into a warm and emotional smile as she watched a set of parents be reunited with their son.

"This is about as good of an ending as we get, huh?" Emily mused, as Hotch stepped up beside them.

"We won't see another like it for a while, I expect," he confirmed, "Where's Zoe?"

"Sleeping." Emily turned to JJ, "Social?"

"Coming for her today," the blonde said, and neither of them missed the sadness in her voice, because they felt it, too.

"So we think that she was abandoned?" In his chest, Hotch felt his heart sink.

"She doesn't match any descriptions for missing children," JJ shook her head.

Social services arrived a few hours later and, joyous as they had been watching the babies be reunited with their parents, knowing that Zoe was going not home to an equally loving family, but directly into the system, weighed heavily on all of their hearts.

JJ hugged her tightly to her chest, the scent of babypowder strong in her nose. Turning her around, Zoe's back to her chest, the others approached to say their goodbyes.

"We won't forget you, kid," Morgan told her, letting her hold onto his finger, and grinning when she did so, "So don't forget us, okay?"

Spencer kissed her chubby cheek, and JJ saw the sparkle of unshed tears in his eyes. She pointedly looked away; she didn't want him to feel embarrassed. "Good luck." He whispered, gently, before stepping away and turning his back on them all, staring out of the window. JJ wondered what was going on in his head.

Emily stepped up and offered her hands, a question in her eyes. JJ handed her over without question, and Emily buried her face in Zoe's downy hair.

"I'm going to miss you, baby," she said, lifting Zoe up against her chest. The baby's blue eyes searched over her shoulder, and Hotch stepped up, dropping his own quick kiss onto her head.

"Me too," he said, gruffly.

"We'll make sure she's safe and happy," the social worker said, from where she stood nearby. Exchanging a glance with Hotch, Emily raised an eyebrow.

"You'd better," she muttered, under her breath, earning her a subtle glare from her boss.

She manouvred Zoe, ducking her under the handle of the car seat, and buckled her into it.

"She has blankets and diapers and wipes, bottles, formula and some toys in here." JJ handed the bag over to the social worker, who looked surprised.

"Oh," she said, with an amused little noise, "It's not often people take such…care. Usually we just get a call, pick up the kid and that's it."

"Yeah, well," Morgan said, from where he was leaning against a desk, "We're not most people."

The social worker nodded, agreeing, and, settling the bag in the crook of her arm, she moved forwards to pick up the carseat.

"Wait," Emily said, reaching into her pocket. "If anything…if you find her parents, or a family, or if she's ever in trouble…" she handed over her card, "Just put my name on her file. Please."

The woman met her eyes, saw all of the emotion there, and, pressing her lips together in somewhat of a grim smile, nodded as she took the card from Emily's hand. Then she lifted the carseat, and both she and Zoe walked out of their lives.

"And a year later, that's when you adopted me, right, mom?"

"That's right, baby," Emily smiled, deft fingers winding their way through her daughter's wet hair as she braided it back.

They were sitting in Zoe's bedroom and, as was customary of a Sunday evening, they'd ordered a pizza, Zoe was bathed and cleaned, hair washed, and then had requested a story, as she always did. This story, the story of how they'd met, was a favourite, and Zoe demanded to hear it in full detail once every couple of weeks. So, sitting on her pink comforter, Emily had recounted it - or, at least, the child-friendly version of it.

"And everyone was so happy that I was back!" Zoe always liked this part of the story best, and Emily's smile widened into a grin, fastening a bow into the bottom of the braid.

"So happy." She agreed, winding her arms around Zoe and pulling her back against her chest, in a hug. Zoe's little hands came up to rest on her mothers arm and she sighed, happily.

"I'm glad you're my mom," the six year old said, with a contented sigh. She often made statements like thils; Zoe was much more forthcoming with her emotions than her mother was, and it always caught Emily by surprise. Everytime, she felt a lump rise in her throat, and everytime she couldn't believe how she ever got so lucky.

"Me too, baby," she said, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head, "Me too."

#im stupid x #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #emily prentiss #aaron hotchner #spencer reid #jennifer jareau #derek morgan #criminalmindsweek2023 #but an early entry #accidental baby acquisition #emily prentiss deserved to be a mom

[butterflies-and-roaches]

Butterflies and roaches are types of bugs

You know what else is a type of bug?

✨worms✨

(saying this just in case, I am lu-lus-duckies)

Ok i have 3 things to say to this:

1. Yes you are correct (and no worries i recognised you)

2. I believe in butterflies supremacy (have been since i was 3 and going strong still)

3. Love worms, used to poke them with a stick and see how they'd react, slimy vulnerable creatures, THEY NEVER HAD A CHANCE

Coming out of the dirt when it rains to slide on the wet concrete and FOR WHAT??

JUST TO BE SQUISHED UNDER BOOTS AND POKED WITH POINTY STICKS >:]

(k that escalated quickly oops :3)

#thx for the laugh really needed it rn :3 #cursed cursed worm stuff #(not that cursed but i won't change the tag for it) #silly wifey stuff

[violet-prism-creatively]

I couldn't let Zukka Week pass without writing or drawing anything for it! ...except I kind of did, because I'm two days late with this. Oops. But A:TLA got me back into fandom a year ago, so it was important for me to do something.

For @zukkaweek day 7: Engagement/Proposal (Image description in alt text; fic below the cut)

And a little fic to go with it:

Sokka planned to propose on the anniversary of their escape from Boiling Rock. That had been the day he'd first seen Zuko for who he was, strong and smart and brave to a fault, willing to risk everything just to help Sokka do the impossible.

They both knew a proposal was coming soon. They had thoroughly discussed the political aspect of it-- Sokka would step down from his post as official Southern Water Tribe Ambassador due to the conflict of interest, but remain an advisor doing roughly the same job. Same-sex marriage had been legalized in the Fire Nation years ago. And of course they'd discussed the personal side too, how they were both nervous yet excited to solidify their relationship with a special bond. How they wanted each other in their lives forever and wanted to share that promise with the world.

Sokka had been reading up on Fire Nation engagement rituals (he'd spotted Zuko researching Water Tribe ones too), and he had the perfect plan. He was the plan guy, after all!

Zuko would probably propose on the anniversary of the war's end. It was the perfect time for a big announcement about uniting the nations, and all their friends would be there to celebrate with them. But Zuko deserved to be the one proposed to. Zuko had spent his whole life having to ask for affection and trust; Sokka wanted to offer all his love and let Zuko decide to accept it. So Sokka would propose first, on the anniversary of their escape from Boiling Rock.

After their dinner in a romantically lantern-lit garden, Sokka was planning to pop the question. But they were in the middle of a debate on the legality of appointing a turtleduck as Zuko's advisor. Out of nowhere, Zuko said, "Hey, there's something I want to ask you."

In Sokka's defense, he thought this was still about the turtleducks. "Shoot."

The blush on Zuko's cheeks was visible even in the dim lantern-light. "I can't think of the right way to say this-- I mean, I've been thinking about it for a long time, but words are--" He took a deep breath and kneeled down. "Sokka, will you marry me?"

"Noooo..." Sokka groaned, realizing that his perfect plan had failed. Then the expression on Zuko's face hit him and he quickly corrected, "Yes! Yes, yes, yes! But I was planning to ask first!"

Zuko laughed, and then Sokka was laughing, leaning a hand on Zuko's shoulder to support himself. "I was literally about to propose tonight," Sokka told him between giggles. "I can't believe you beat me to it."

"As Uncle says, the bird that rises early gets the... tea leaf or something. I don't know, it sounds better when he says it."

Sokka took Zuko's hand in the one of his that wasn't resting on Zuko's shoulder. "Well, you've got me." He smiled. "And do I have you?"

The question wasn't anything like the speech Sokka had prepared. But that didn't make Zuko's answer any less perfect.

#zukka #zukka week 2023 #avatar the last airbender #zuko #atla fanart #sokka #zuko fanart #sokka fanart #zukka fanart #zukka fanfic #atla fanfic #atla #my art #my writing #a violet original

[hugheshugs]

dinner time | t. bordeleau

au masterlist

<- prev part, this is part three

remember to comment or send me an ask if you wanna be tagged in dbf fics <3

summary: you find out something that upsets you and leads you to avoid dinner but thomas comes to find you anyway.

contains/tw: briss being a bit mean, thom being a sweetheart, y/n being a sad sensitive little baby. kidding. kinda chaotic tbh, a little angsty too.

pairing: dbf!thom x brisson!reader.

word count: 1.3k

note: ik this ones short and not very entertaining but its a filler, like all stories have. gotta get the ball rolling, yk? and sorry it took me so long, sometimes my brain doesnt work the way i want it to but i hope you like this <3

you and thomas had got off to a bold start. neither of you could deny that fact and the regret was slowly starting to settle in. it was wrong—you shouldn't have wanted him to get so close and he shouldn't have let you get so close.

so, as the day went on, both of you kept your distance. luckily, it wasn't awkward but there was a mutual understanding that you both needed to stop anything from progressing, which would be easy to do now seeing as you'd just met.

you'd changed into a different dress, needing to hide the popsicle stain from your dad and because you felt like you'd flashed more of his friends than you would have liked.—you didn't want to flash any of them anyway—after luke walked in on you and thomas, a few of the other men came in too and in your defence, you hadn't realized your skirt was bunched up until thomas scrambled to stand in front of you to block their view.

they were staying over for dinner too, a couple of them staying the night because they'd been drinking. you were given the task to set up the table with hunter but he was too much of a kiss ass to actually help, deciding to hold the plates in his hand while talking to marty instead of putting them down.

you walked over with a little bit of stomp in your step, crossing your arms as you stood in front of them.

"can you please help me set up the table and stop talking to marty?" you asked him before grabbing his arm.

"it's matty, y/n," he corrected.

"oops," you blushed. "sorry, matty."

"all good. go help your sister, hunter. we'll talk later," matty smiled. you uttered a small thank you as hunter was forced to walk over to start helping you.

"i hate you," he grumbled, roughly setting the plates on the table.

"hunter!" you scolded. "you'll break them, be gentle."

"hunter, be gentle," he mimicked, causing you to roll your eyes. "don't tell me what to do."

"whatever," you grumbled, handing him the cutlery. "how long have you known these guys?"

the question had been on your mind since earlier today and you finally had a chance to bring it up. hunter was so at ease with all of them and they all seemed to know him so well. but you'd just met them now so he couldn't have met them that long ago.

"couple years. just met bordy a couple days ago though, dad hasn't seen him in forever," he replied without looking up.

your eyebrows furrowed as you looked at him and you felt your heart sink an inch.

"years?" you asked, a bit of sadness in your voice. how had he known them for so long? you hadn't even met them until today.

"they come to the arena occasionally to see dad. that's how i met 'em," he shrugged. "but bordy lived in switzerland for a while, just moved back a couple weeks ago."

you simply nodded your head at his words, pursing your lips as you felt an uneasy feeling in your gut. you stayed quiet until the task was done, heading inside before anyone could catch you. you were always the odd one out amongst the three of you but after that talk, all you felt was disappointment in yourself.

you never gave your dad a reason for him to want you to meet his friends, the people that mean the most to him. for some reason he just assumed you'd already met them, completely forgetting that he'd never taken you back to the ice since your mom left.

it was frustrating, infuriating, even—but it was directed towards yourself. you weren't good enough for him. he wasn't proud enough of you to care and that hurt like hell.

you stayed in your room for a bit, tears welling up in your eyes but you never gave them the power to fall. it was silly, really. you hated how upset you were by this because after all, you were meeting them now anyway. you could be downstairs with them, you could be trying to get to know them better but instead you decided to mope in your room.

it was so contrasting that you felt incredibly overwhelmed. your throat closed up with every passing second and even if you wanted to go talk to them, you couldn't because you didn't trust yourself not to mess anything up.

time passed by and soon enough, it was time for dinner. everyone made their way to the shaded area outside where the table had been set, brendan placing a couple side dishes down before taking his seat. they all sat down but thomas stood in front of the two empty seats, obviously realizing something—someone—was missing.

"where's y/n?" he asked brendan. "isn't she going to eat?"

brendan looked around the table before letting out a deep sigh. "let me call her."

he tapped his foot impatiently while brendan got his phone out, dialling your number only for it to go straight to voicemail. he called you again, texted a couple times as well but you didn't answer.

"whatever, she didn't answer," brendan informed them. "sit down, thom. maybe she isn't hungry."

"maybe she doesn't have her phone on her," thomas pushed. "why don't you go check on her?"

"it's not that big of a deal," brendan insisted, raising his eyebrows at the chair to instruct him. "sit your ass down."

"no," he nearly scoffed. "can i go find her, at least? since you wont."

"god, she's a pain in my ass. yeah, whatever, go find her," brendan shrugged with an irritated expression.

"hurry up, we're hungry," owen commented quickly before thomas walked away.

"you guys can start. i don't know how long it'll take," he told them, beginning to make his way inside the house.

the four walls were silent as he stepped in, other than the breeze of the AC. you weren't in the living room or the kitchen, leading him to search the entire first floor with no luck. if he was being honest, he couldn't believe brendan at the moment. of course he didn't mind checking on you but that was your dad's job. the way he didn't even care to bring you down really rubbed thomas the wrong way.

if anything, he felt for you, but he hoped this wasn't a regular thing. maybe brendan was just tired, so he'd give him the benefit of the doubt for now.

he slowly trudged up the stairs, listening for any sign of your presence. nothing.

starting from his left, he knocked on every door in sight, thinking he'd find you in at least one of them. he hadn't seen you after the fifth but you heard the continuous knocking from your room and walked over to open yours, only to be greeted by him as his fist was ready to knock once more.

"oh my god," you held a hand to your heart. "you scared me."

"seems like i do that a lot," he chuckled lightly. "i've been looking for you."

"oh," your stomach twisted. "is something wrong?"

"no, not at all," he mumbled, taking in the look on your face. you looked heartbroken. that was the only word he could use to describe it.

"they started dinner downstairs. your dad called you but you didn't answer so i came to find you."

your chest sunk. as if on instict, you slammed the door shut before he could see the tears falling from your eyes. he was so kind, and it made you feel so guilty. your heart warmed at his words but your mind began to think about how he was the one to call you down instead of your dad.

"i-i'm not hungry," you spoke against the door. your voice was quiet but it was just loud enough for him to hear. "thanks anyway, i think i'm going to—um, going to sleep now s-so goodnight."

he tried to hide his hurt, confused by your sudden reaction. he slowly nodded his head even though you couldn't see him. "yeah, okay. sounds good, i'll bring you that tide pen tomorrow. goodnight, y/n."

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dbf!thom taglist<3 @hockey-lover86 @cuttergauth @cuttergauthierr @bbbbruins @makenzie3s @wxndxh @kenzie3165 @jayrami3 @hailcale @hockey-lover86 @bordelhoe

#thomas bordeleau #thomas bordeleau fic #thomas bordeleau imagines #thomas bordeleau imagine #thomas bordeleau x reader #dbf!thom #dbf!thomas #dbf!thomas x reader #dad!briss #dad!brendan #umich hockey imagine #dadsbestfriend!thomas

[betweenlands]

okay. decem theory time, as coherently as we can possibly get; contains spoilers for like 90% of stuff so far, except for the in-progress ARG puzzles (edit: and also stuff from the viewer SMP, which we're not currently on/may not be canon atm). this is also like 50% lore primer because we went overboard in citing our sources. oops

TL;DR -- there's a possibility Legundo was the leader of Decem prior to his disappearance.

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Let's start off with some facts.

We know Decem, the presumed antagonists of the 100 Days Multiverse series, consist of various Aspects (1), each of which has a title and an associated color (2) -- the latter is either ascended fanon or straight-up canon, since we do have instances of Legundo both confirming and correcting (3) color associations.

We know there's nine members of Decem (4), and that Legundo is an ex-member (5), bringing their "ideal" total members up to ten. We even have two possibilities as to what his name as a member of their organization is -- either the Architect or the Traveler (5/Alterans 1). We also know they can "manipulate reality within their local group" and do, like, basically anything they want (1).

We know Decem wants Legundo back. Like, really wants Legundo back. Their communications towards him range from aggressive and ominous (anything with the monoliths, and the Warrior's intervention in the Dimensional Doors video) to... weirdly sweet, if still extremely ominous (6, other sources not linked). They don't really agree on how to get him back, though, if their internal squabbles are anything to go by (5/History, 7).

There's also another faction in all this -- the Alterans (5). Their exact motives are uncertain, but they seem to be extremely underpowered compared to Decem, to the point where they talk a lot about their survival being predicated on some plan they put into motion...

...Somehow, the Alterans were able to separate the Architect from the rest of Decem, erase his memories (5/Alterans 2), and therefore buy themselves time. (It's possible Legundo may have left on his own and then had his memories erased, but either way the Alterans did something to his memory.)

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Facts recounted, let's take a look at where we stand after that and start theorycrafting.

We currently have the names of six different Decem members -- the Warrior, the Historian, the Merchant, the Politician, the Philosopher, and ex-member Legundo as either the Architect or the Traveler. It's been theorized that Decem has some kind of ringleader, but we have no canon confirmation as to whether this is the case or what color/name they'd correspond to.

However, we know that Decem want Legundo back, and that they hold a lot of fondness for him -- it's possible that the Traveler is a nickname given to him after he lost the title of Architect and started worldhopping, and considering it still fits Decem's title theme it's either a really petty nickname or a way of still honoring him. (Could go either way, Decem seem kinda prone to petty squabbles -- see 5/History and 7).

Out of the six names we have so far, one of them is a job title that seems a lot more suited to altering the fabric of reality than any other. One that can be associated with things like living locations and engineering (both manipulating situations to benefit themselves and literal engineering). That name is, of course, the Architect.

The Alterans are fighting a war against what they call "entropy" and "a scourge across the multiverse", and they're clearly desperate. And while they could have gone for any piece of that scourge to take out of the equation -- if you need to sabotage an opposing organization as quickly and efficiently as possible, you should probably aim for the figurehead.

So, the Architect falls, and his memories are erased, and Decem really want Legundo back. Is it enough to maybe imply that the Architect was the total leader of Decem, given how important both factions think he is? Maybe, maybe not.

But there's one more thing we can glean from Deliberation -- White has Black in check, according to hidden text on the page.

And that only happens when a king is under threat of capture.

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Footnotes (additional sources):

the 12/12/2022 stream, specifically this clip

this chart of Decem members, presumably by Eanaro (from the Multiverse Forum channel in Legundo's Discord)

this comment in the Multiverse Lore channel on 9/9/2022, and this comment in the Multiverse Lore channel on 9/15/2022

common knowledge, but confirmed explicitly in the Dimensional Doors modpack puzzles -- "Our Selves" in the nixie tube room correlates directly to the number 9.

lore books from the Hardcore Season 2 world download; specific book cited if relevant

the edited days text at the end of the 100 Nights video

Deliberation, a lore snippet revealed through the QR code puzzle in the Dimensional Doors modpack puzzle. (audio transcript here, thank you Leo!)

#100 days multiverse #legundo #THIS TOOK ME WAY TOO LONG BUT IT'S DONE NOW WOOOOO YEA WOOOOOO #yt #txt #orig #solar scraps #solar scrawls #dominioners

[stsganemoia]

i wrote this on fathers day, but it was also juneteenth, so i didn't want to take attention away from black creators! (also i completely forgot about it yesterday oops) so today, suzu presents to you!

five times reigen arataka was mistaken for a father, plus once when he accepted his fate.

1.

arataka was twenty four years old. twenty four, and if you asked him, he looked great for his age, he probably wouldn't even guess himself to be that old if he were someone else. that was much, much too young to have a kid as old as his employee, who was currently ten. (though to be fair, mob looked pretty young for his age too)

"sir? sir, i asked if you would like the happy meal for your boy, instead of the nuggets and fries separately. it comes with the milk at the same price, so it's cheaper," the woman working behind the counter of mobdonald's repeated. she looked like she didn't get paid nearly enough to deal with whatever crisis arataka was having right now. to be fair, she probably didn't.

"oh, of course, uhm," reigen took a moment to compose himself. "he's not my boy," he clarified first. the woman working behind the counter couldn't seem to care any less. "but yes, please, the happy meal is fine," he said, pulling out his wallet as she told him his total. he pulled out the correct bills (throwing an extra one on for holding up the line) and shuffled over to the side to wait for their food, scooting mob along with him.

"thank you, shishou, for getting the happy meal," mob spoke for the first time since they'd gotten into the restaurant.

"don't worry about it." arataka waved his hand dismissively. "you like milk, don't you? and the nuggets and fries were right?" he asked. mob nodded quickly.

"yes, that's my favorite," mob replied, looking at his shishou with a look that arataka couldn't quite place. he couldn't tell if the feeling in his chest was a sense of pride in himself for getting mob's order right, or a signal from his heart telling him that maybe mobdonald's wasn't the best choice.

maybe they should stop getting fast food.

—

2.

"your boy is so cute," the old woman gushed, squishing ritsu's cheeks together in a way that made him kinda resemble a fish. "he must be, what? eight?" she asked.

"eleven," ritsu corrected in a muffled way. his cheeks were sore. this old woman had some sort of power grip on him.

he didn’t often come in to spirit’s and such, mainly because he hated he hated reigen with all of his guts. he couldn’t quite tell why, but he suspected that it was because he had never really shown him or his brother his alleged powers. ritsu was beginning to think the man didn’t even have any.

the only reason ritsu was here at all was because his parents were working late, and they’d preferred ritsu didn’t stay home all by himself, even though he was eleven years old and totally capable and responsible enough to stay by himself. he’d prefer it to being stuck at his dumb old office, with some dumb old lady pinching his cheeks. reigen must have sensed that ritsu was about ten seconds away from losing him a customer, because he intervened quickly.

“actually, he’s my very honorary employee, and he’d in the midst of doing his job, so i’m going to ask that you don’t disturb him, please,” the man said, stepping over to the two. the lady gave ritu’s face a little shake before finally letting go.

“oh, well, excuse me. i didn’t realize that you COULD employ an eleven year old,” the woman said with a somewhat rude tone.

“alas, i said honorary, remember? he doesn’t actually get paid, or forced to work. he mostly just sits here,” reigen explained.

“that sounds like child labor,” the woman replied blandly.

“did you come here so i can break a curse for you, or so that you could criticize my business practices?” reigen’s tone became a lot less ‘customer service-y’ and a lot more ‘you’re not going to pay me enough to deal with your questions-y’. the lady caught on, and decided that her curse was more important than the questionable business choice of this psychic.

whilst the grownups began talking, ritsu looked down at his ‘job’. it was actually just his math homework. he didn’t really work, and honestly the only reason he was up front in the first place was because it was the only place with a desk so he could do his homework.

ritsu scrunched up his nose. maybe he should be compensated for being here, people loved kids, after all.

—

3.

the spirit laughed. right in his face. the audacity.

"what the-" it scoffed. "what is this? you brought your kid? this is worse than bringing a knife to a gun fight- it's like bringing a pencil!" it sneered, hovering above arataka. he scowled.

"i'll have you know that my protege," he made sure to emphasize the word "is far, far greater than a pencil. she's a canon," arataka scowled. tome stood, looking less than amused. this was a powerful spirit- powerful enough that she could see it, at least, which had to mean something. she knew her psychic friends were always talking to a ‘dimple’, but she couldn’t see him, so there must be some sort of power system that she didn’t really know about. that was fine.

“yeah, i’m a canon,” she pointed her thumb to her chest proudly. she’d never exorcised a spirit before, but she had basically begged to tag along. this was fine, arataka had mob on the way as they spoke. the spirit burst out laughing at tome’s confidence, and while, to be fair, she wasn’t an ESPer and couldn’t actually exorcise the thing, it pissed arataka off nonetheless.

“what is this? you trying to get me to laugh to death? at this rate it’ll be a hell of a lot easier than one of you two exorcising me,” it cackled.

“i’ll have you know, that I am reigen arataka, the greatest psychic of the-” arataka began, but before he could continue, tome stepped forward, flinging her hand out.

“wait, what the fu-” the spirit barely had time to stop laughing, and process what exactly was happening, before it disappeared. arataka blinked. he looked at tome, then where the spirit had been, then back at tome. for good measure, he looked at the door to see if mob had shown up. he wasn’t there. it was just him, and tome.

“the fuck did you do??” arataka asked. this would admittedly be a great time for her to have awakened her psychic powers, since mob was taking forever, but he already babysat four psychic kids, he didn’t know if he could emotionally handle a fifth.

“salt,” tome explained, showing off her hand, which was indeed, covered in salt.

“but salt doesn’t do anything against spirits,” arataka said, though it was admittedly more of a question than a statement.

“table salt does not, you’re right. purified salt, however, does,” she said with a smug grin on her face. if reigen wasn’t so impressed (and also against child abuse) he would wanna smack it off.

“where exactly did you get purified salt anyways?”

“mobazon,” tome replied with a shrug.

“what should i have expected from a student of the greatest psychic of the twenty-first century,” reigen spoke quite dramatically, his hand flipping about with each word. “why don’t we go and get some ramen to celebrate your first successful exorcism?” he offered.

“oh, hell yeah!” tome cheered, thrusting her fist in the air gleefully. reigen couldn’t help but smile as they left the warehouse.

he’d have to check mobazon for purified salt soon.

—

4.

"awe, no shou-kun today?" the cashier asked, ringing up a bottle of water, and a pack of candy cigarettes. arataka hated the damn things, they were like chalk that someone added a little bit of sugar to, but they helped him stop the real thing, so he bought them every time.

"no, not today," arataka replied, whipping out his wallet. the clerk didn't need to tell him the total, he already knew. he came here every thursday with shou, (the only time that the kid would bother coming around the office) and he always got the same thing. sometimes shou would throw on a pack of gum, or a bento, or something, but without that, reigen always had the same total.

"how come? he join a club or something?" the man across the counter asked as he took arataka's bills and started to count his change.

"not quite. he had a recital of sorts, so he couldn't make it today," he said. he didn't quite remember, but he was decently sure it was something that shou was kinda forced into despite not having any real part in it. participation grade more than anything else. he hadn’t even really wanted to go to it, but had for the sole reason of ritsu agreeing to come watch.

"shouldn't you go to that sort of thing?" the clerk asked- haruto, arataka didn't really know the guy's name, despite the fact that he wore it on a nametag. he kinda felt bad.

"uhm, no, not really?" arataka raised an eyebrow. what business did he really have at a middle school recital. "why would i?" he asked.

"well, he's your kid isn't he? aren't parents supposed to go to that sort of thing?" haruto asked. reigen felt his eye twitch.

"actually, shou isn't my kid. he's my employee,," he informed, shoving the candy cigarettes into his pocket. he'd need to open them up once he got outside.

"wait, seriously?" haruto asked, dropping change into arataka's extended hand. he nodded. "holy shit, i totally just assumed, my bad, dude," he apologized, giving an awkward laugh. reigen shot a smile as he stuffed his change in his pocket and grabbed the water.

"no worries," he said through gritted teeth. "i'll see you later," he waved and turned to head out. the worst part was that he'd totally planned on going to the recital too, but a customer had asked to see him, and it seemed urgent, so he'd taken it.

wasn't even worth it either, it took ten seconds to figure out her cell phone wasn't haunted, it was just in the wrong language.

—

5.

“are you here picking up your son?” a woman interrupted arataka’s thoughts. well, to be fair, he wasn’t really thinking, he was kinda just staring blankly at his phone as he waited for the time to pass.

“i’m sorry?” he looked at the woman. she was pretty. she was also older than him. he wasn’t the best at estimating, but he would guess by at least ten years. he stood up straighter.

“oh, i just asked if you were here to pick up your son. it’s so rare to see a man picking his kid up, they always say it’s a womans job,” the lady said, stepping uncomfortably closer. arataka took a small step back.

“oh, well, no, i’m not here to pick up my son,” he replied. he probably would’ve left it there, if he hadn’t been a twenty six year old man standing outside of a middle school. “i’m picking up my,” reigen paused. what exactly was teruki to him? he settled on employee, after a moment of thought. “my employee. his parents are off on business, but he has a dentist appointment, so i’m taking him,” he explained. he decided against bringing up the fact that HE was the one who scheduled the appointment, and he doubted the kids parents even knew that there was a dentist appointments anyways.

“ohh, i see,” the woman replied. in reigen’s opinion, it did not look like she saw, but he wasn’t gonna explain himself any further. this was starting to get ridiculous, he wasn’t old enough to have a middle schooler yet, was he??? “it’s so nice of you to do that for them. do you like kids?” the lady closed the distance once again. arataka wondered briefly if he’d ever been this uncomfortable in his entire life.

“oh, kageyama’s shishou, what are you doing here?” teruki interrupted, and arataka made a note to pray and thank whatever god there was, once he got home.

“here for you, kiddo. you have that dentist appointment, remember?” he reminded the boy. teru scowled. arataka knew the kid preferred to do things on his own, but he also just didn’t care.

“oh, right.” teru agreed with a huff, and turned towards the woman that was standing very VERY close to his kageyama’s shishou, but arataka took the opportunity to turn the kid away before he could ask about her.

“it was lovely meeting you, but we have an appointment to get to now.” arataka gave a curt bow of his head before turning and following teru away from the lady. it took two streets for him to finally talk.

“you can call me reigen, you know, you don’t have to just call me ‘kageyama’s shishou’,” he said. teru seemed to think this over for a moment before shrugging.

“i think it’s funnier to call you kageyama’s shishou,” was what the kid came up with. reigen made a face at him, and teru stuck his tongue out in response. after a moment, arataka spoke up again.

“i don’t really look old enough to have a fourteen year old son, do i?” he asked.

in response, teruki burst out laughing, and for the most part all arataka could hear were ‘holy shit’ and ‘old man’. maybe he should take on a less stressful job.

—-

+1

“hey, shishou?” mob spoke for the first time since he’d come into the office, which was kind of impressive, considering he’d been in for upwards of two hours, but also kind of wasn’t, because he was mob.

arataka wouldn’t usually be concerned at this, but today, he could quite literally feel the energy radiating off of mob. the kid wasn’t usually an anxious person, but today there were pens and staplers hovering off of his desk. this was grounds for concern. still, he could read mob. he knew that the boy had been thinking hard about something, and that he would talk when he was ready to do it. arataka was in no rush anyways.

“what’s up, mob?” he asked, not looking up from his laptop. he didn’t want to make a big deal out of whatever was stressing the kid out, so he kept as nonchalant as possible.

“i, uhm,” there was shuffling, what arataka assumed was mob looking through his bag, and then walking up. he chose this time to look up from the blank word document he’d been staring at. in front of him stood mob, who was holding something (maybe a card?) in his right hand, using his right hand to scratch at his left.

“go on, mob, you can tell me what you need,” arataka gave a grin.

“well, i just wanted to give you this,” mob held out the ‘something’ that was in his hand. it was a card, as arataka had assumed. what he hadn’t seen coming, however, was the content of said card. it was a store bought one (which was expected, mob hated making handmade cards, because he could never fold them perfectly in half, and he didn’t know how to decorate them properly anyways) and it read in a very plane text ‘Happy Father’s Day!’. on the cover were two dogs, one of which had a mustache, and the other one of those hats with the spinny thing on top. arataka felt his lower lip quiver.

“what, uh,” he paused and cleared his throat. “what’s this, kid? want me to check if it’s good for your dad or something?” he asked, standing up. he was going to have a stroke or something from this kid, he was sure of it.

“well, no, it’s just for you,” mob nervously explained. clearly having two nervous people here wasn’t going to help anyone, so arataka decided he’d take one for the team and accepted the card. “obviously i know you aren’t my dad, but i just thought i’d give it to you since you always help me out, and stuff,” his voice kinda died out.

arataka opened the card. inside was a simple ‘you’re PAWesome’ in the same font from the front of the card. below that was mob’s handwriting, that could really only be described as sloppy. it read ‘thank you, shihsou. :) -Mob’ one one side. on the other read what arataka was decently sure read ritsu’s name, but it could also just be a mistake with a sharpie. below that, was the unmistakable glitter pen of teruki hanazawa. it was his name, as well as a star. and a little heart, then a smiley face. below that one was a very plain and sime ‘Shou’. at the very bottom was ‘TOME’ with a very interesting drawing of a… u.f.o.? he looked up with a raised eyebrow.

“ritsu wanted to sign too,” mob supplied. it looked less like ritsu had wanted to sign, and more like he’d been forced to do so, but reigen felt a pang in his heart nonetheless. “and shou, and teru, and tome, but uh, they couldn’t make it today,” mob explained. this wasn’t surprising. ritsu probably didn’t want to come at all, and shou and tome had an actual dad to deal with. he didn’t quite know what exactly teru would be doing, but it wasn’t his business anyways.

“it’s, uh, it’s okay if you don’t want it. i think they made me do it because i’m the most likely to-” mob cut himself off when arataka wrapped his arms tightly around the boy.

“thank you, mob. i appreciate it. i really do,” arataka said. he wanted to keep this kid in a hug forever, but after a few seconds, he let go. “you should go home now. tell your little friends they’re all in for a hug like that the next time i see them,” he threatened.

“i’m not too sure ritsu will be okay with that,” mob replied, going over to get his things.

“well, he shouldn’t have signed the card then,” arataka said as if it were obvious. mob seemed to think about this for a moment, before agreeing with a nod.

“okay then. well, i’ll see you tomorrow, shishou. happy father’s day,” mob waved as he headed out of the office. arataka stared at the card once the kid was gone, then placed it on his desk, where it would stay.

arataka was twenty eight years old, which was way too young to have a fourteen year old child, but here he sat with five of them. (well technically, two fourteen year olds, a fifteen year old, and two thirteen year olds)

(ritsu was quite literally kicking and screaming when reigen gave him a hug, shou seemed more confused than anything else, teru was surprised for a moment, but hugged back happily, and tome squeezed reigen so hard that he wondered if it’d be sad if his cause of death was squeezed too tight by a fifteen year old)

#mob psycho #mp100 #mob psycho 100 #teruki hanazawa #reigen arakata #kageyama shigeo #kageyama ritsu #suzuki shou #kurata tome #happy fathers day #reigen is a father idc

[stargazer-sims]

what was your inspiration to create your main oc? (pass the question on)

Oops… I forgot I still had Anon asks turned on. No one’s abused it this time, so I guess I’ll leave it for a while. 😉

Buckle up for this one, Anon, because it’s gonna be long and rambling 😅

Also, I will pass this question on, but not anonymously.

———

Victor & Yuri

Victor and Yuri came about as a result of a conversation I had with someone about real people in everyday life who, through pure chance, share their name with a fictional character or somebody famous, or who look strikingly similar to someone famous.

There'd been a news story in our local media about an 85-year-old man whose name happened to be Harry James Potter. The news story was not actually about the books/movies, but somehow a comment about the man's name being the same as the titular character from that series found its way into the article. My colleague and I were talking about the news story, and it led to me saying that it wasn't the first time I'd encountered that phenomenon in real life. I've met Tony Stark (his real name; I saw his passport) and multiple individuals called Mohammed Ali through my work. In my work, I've also met people legitimately called Yoda, Anakin and Charmander, and someone who honest-to-god named their child Naruto.

My colleague said they had met someone called Charlie Brown, and they'd also met someone whose family name is Disney. A neighbour of theirs, they said, looked like Keanu Reeves. I once had a dentist who looked just like Anthony Edwards (the guy who played Dr. Mark Greene on ER) and I always called him Dr. Greene, much to his confusion.

ANYWAY... Anyone who knows me, knows that character creation/ character development is one of my passions. I love creating characters who come to life in my imagination and, hopefully, through my writing as well. I could not stop thinking about that conversation with my colleague, and decided that I was going to make characters who either resembled or shared names with another character or a famous person.

At the time, I was absolutely obsessed with Yuri On Ice (okay... who am I kidding? I'm still obsessed with it). I decided to make characters who looked like Victor Nikiforov and Yuri Katsuki, and becuase it was never my intention for them to be YOI fan fiction characters, I decided that they'd only share the first names with the anime characters. From the start, I wanted them to be uniquely mine, and to have their resemblance to the "original" Yuri and Victor be a point of character development for my own original characters, rather than to be any sort of attempt at borrowing well-established characters created by someone else.

Enter Victor Nelson & Yuri Okamoto.

In the beginning of their story, Victor does make reference to the fact that his new friends in Japan have pointed out this unusual coincidence to him. He's never seen the anime and has no idea what they're talking about, really. Yuri does, but doesn't find the comparison particularly amusing. Victor says that any resemblance that he and Yuri may have to anyone else is purely coincidental.

Although their first names and and general physical appearance is not really a coincidence from the point of view of me, their creator, Victor is correct about everything else. He says that he and Yuri are both unique individuals, and I think they are. If you're at all familiar with the "original" Victor & Yuri (i.e. Nikiforov & Katsuki) then I think you'll agree the resemblance is only superficial. That was always my goal for them, and hopefully I've succeeded.

________

If you read all that, you deserve all the gold stars!

...and also gratuitous pic spam of my lovely boys

#sapphire answers #oc asks #anon asks #victor nelson #yuri okamoto #stargazersims

[quietbluejay]

Flight of the Eisenstein

Me reading this: aw where’s my blorbo's purple prose description cmon Guilliman and Horus got fun descriptions where is Mortarion's aura shenanigans James Swallow: say no more

It's kind of hilarious that the Death Guard are like this about Mort, but the Thousand Sons are NOT about Magnus like, if it was the Death Guard doing magic ritual oil shenanigans perfectly rational numerology they'd be fighting each other to help out. Well. Okay, maybe not fighting each other, they seem better behaved than that. Despite Magnus being….Magnus, the Thousand Sons seem to not be affected in the same way by his primarch aura as the Luna Wolves and Death Guard are by their primarchs. They have other stuff going on but they don't see Magnus through a Gaussian filter. Maybe it's because they're psykers so they can perceive enough to see him as more of a person than an idol? but it's funnier to think of it as his fashion choices killing his charisma. Just imagine. Every time Phosis goes on the battlefield he starts thinking "man I wish I could fight dramatically right next to Magnus- wait. The nipple horns. Never mind."

While you studied the blade, I was a nerd

I'm also psyched i finally get to see the sisters of silence in action!!!

Hmmm I may be running into my first example of a writer going “imperium good” I may be harsh here I’ll give him enough rope. I’m. Not a huge fan of how killing alien children is being framed as correct because of how monstrous they look.

Maybe I’m not giving the writer enough benefit of the doubt here. Maybe it's just more subtle than Horus Rising and not spelling things out. This is early in the book after all. But I got spoiled on some elements and given that, this is not looking promising Like also I hate to be the one who drags on about framing but - framing!

You know I’m glad I know more lore now cause if I didn’t, I'd think this meant cannibalism

the funny part being that they do do cannibalism! just not like this

also the death guard get described as gathering "like carrion birds around a corpse" and so they're all vulture-kin in my head now

Wow hello Mr. Obvious Bad Guy calls normal humans "it". I also see Swallow adheres to the nominative determinism school of thought when it comes to naming his characters. On the one side we have "Decius" and "Garro" on the other we have..."Grulgor".

Mortarion: your reward is drinking poison with me …that sure was a scene hashtag justdeathguardthings I bet death guard are big on l'appel du vide, and standing on cliff edges just to stare down.

Lmaoo I love the « it’s totes not a ritual guys that’s superstition and blah blah blah »

Also is anyone going to have an objection to the lodges that isn’t « imperial truth getting rid of gods ergo secrecy and ritual bad ».

The narrative is trying hard to get me to hate Grugnor so of course I’m starting to like him Garro also feels like a copy paste of Loken, but with less personality

That takes some guts to admit How do you know it’s not a trap?

JRRT would like to talk

Lmaoo Mort avoiding remembrancers Mort: ok I hear the order to take remembrancers but oops I am too far away from the ships with them what a pity what's that? you're breaking up I can't hear you byeee

Oh, Garro, like you wouldn’t be totally chill with a « Mortarion's Court » and figure out some way in your mind to justify that it totally wasn't the same thing.

Also our hero can feel based on vibes that something is off aboard the Vengeful Spirit They should have gone all the way and had him be a secret psyker he would have been interesting especially given Mortarion's psyker policy ...wait, IS he a secret psyker? That would add an interesting dimension.

Oh, huh, more Horus!

"I flexed and the armour sleeves came off"

Also this may actually make me like the Emperors Children out of spite, congrats I think Eidolon should get to stab Garro a little. As a treat. And Eidolon is such an asshole I wanted to get punched back in Horus Rising Garro: the emperors children are all dandies and they’re supposedly good at fighting but…are they really.. Saul, canonically his friend: am I a joke to you Oh Saul just showed up hashtag notallemperorschildren

More fuel for psyker!Garro:

to the point where I am legit wondering if it could be true update there's nothing on his wiki article man it would have been great…c'mon

come on man

like tbh it makes a lot of sense Grulgor who is from Barbarus doesn't like him - there's a bit where Grulgor says that Garro looks down on them for not being Terran/not being part of the Dusk Raiders before Mort was found, and that's not exactly unfounded, looking at this. also, pick one: "noble character" or "red right hand of the Emperor"

it. really sounds like he's talking about a WWI memorial. And then the next scene is a battle with WWI vibes including TRENCH WARFARE.

Once more over the top!

blargh it's just "the ones remaining loyal to the Imperium are the upright stalwart lantern jawed men full of virtue and also approved war crimes and all the traitors are evil and petty and smelly"

this is also, incidentally, one of the books where you can feel that it treats NPCs as NPCs instead of background people

I think I might actually drop this book and not finish it I'm going to go look up a plot summary and see if there's anything actually interesting that happens after this point yeah honestly there's nothing in here that seems appealing except maybe getting a look at Dorn

reading this book is like eating oatmeal made with water

I think I'm finally done with the Horus Heresy for now

Note from future Bluejay: you know, reading my notes on this, I think there might actually be something crunchy to dig into with Garro's cognitive dissonance, assuming the book goes anywhere with it. Could Garro have actual flavour? Maybe I'll give it a second chance.

#warhammer 40k #bluejay reads warhammer

[heaven-s-black-box]

Camping- Benny's Adventure Team

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Recovery date: April 2nd, 2024

Description: Benny's adventure team goes camping!

Notes: Trying to write for both Razor and Fischl, who both have extremely unique speech patterns, at once was incredibly difficult.

Word count: 667

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In Bennett’s opinion Wolvendom was scary, especially at night. The moon cast weird shadows on the rocky terrain, and you could hear camps of hilichurls along the edge of the forest. It was definitely his least favorite place to take commissions.

But he hadn’t hesitated to agree to camp there with Razor.

“Razor is happy that Bennett came.”

The two were setting up their tent just outside of Andrius’ trial area.

Well, Razor was setting up the tent with Bennett’s verbal instructions; they'd nearly lost it when Bennett tried to set it up himself. The wind had suddenly picked up and it'd nearly blown out of the forest.

“I’m glad you invited me! Most people don’t want to spend any more time with me then they have too,” Bennett sighed, swinging his legs against the log he sat on.

Razor stopped pushing a stake into the ground and turned to his friend.

“Why… not? Razor thinks Bennett is great friend.”

“Ya but I have horrible luck, and people tend to get hurt.”

With a solemn nod, Razor said, “Bennett won’t hurt Razor. Bennett is Razor’s friend.”

“That’s not-” Razor had already finished setting up the tent and wandered into the forest ignoring Bennett. “Hey! Where are you going?”

“Razor smells friend!”

“Huh?”

Bennett jumped up off the log, nearly tripping over his feet in the process, and ran after Razor.

“Young knight of endless energy thou attract peril far beyond that which we are prepared for! Cease this incessant-”

“Razor!”

The two boys looked down over the small ledge to find Klee and Fischl standing in the middle of a small hilichurl camp. Fischl seemed slightly out of breath, and Klee was as energetic as ever.

“Burny girl.”

Klee scrambled up the ledge and wrapped her arms around Razor in a tight hug.

“Adventurer who bears the world’s curse, thou hast forced the Prinzessin der Verurteilung to search for a servant such as thyself?” As Fischl began to rant about how much of an inconvenience looking for Bennett had been, Klee leaned into Razor.

“She talks funny,” Klee giggled, “I like her.”

“Sorry!” Bennett cried, bowing slightly with his hands clasped in front of him while Fischl struggled to climb up. “Razor asked if I wanted to camp with him, and I completely forgot we were supposed to hang out.”

The adventurer extended a hand to Fischl who nearly took it before deciding it would be better to haul herself up without his help. Bennett seemed to arrive at the same conclusion as he awkwardly laughed and rubbed at the back of his neck, stepping back so she could gracelessly roll up onto the ledge.

“Burny girl and friend, join us?”

Fischl paused in brushing herself off and examining her dressing for tears to look up.

“I should hope so after all we went through to get here!” Fischl snapped. “Oops. I-I mean, the Prinzessin der Verurteilung would be honored to join thou in…” she trailed off, looking to Bennett for help.

“We’re camping!”

“Camping?” Klee cheered, still holding on to Razor. “Oo! Can we have s’mores?”

“What are s’mores?”

“You’ve never had a s’more?” Klee gasped, almost sounding offended as she grabbed Razor’s hand and began to swing it back and forth. “They're really yummy, they’re all gooey and sweet and-”

As Klee rambled on, Fischl turned to Bennett.

“Adventurer who bears the world’s curse, am I correct to assume you have the required ingredients?”

“Yup! Wouldn’t be a camping trip without them. I’ll start the fire!”

“A-Ta-Ta! Please allow my most trusted retainer, Oz,” Oz swooped down from his perch in the trees, “to handle the flames. I do not seek an inferno on this fine night.”

“Very good, Meine Fraulein,” Oz nodded before gliding away.

“Oh, ya, that’s probably a good idea.”

---

“Fire!”

“Bennett, your marshmallow is on fire!”

“As is yours young knight!”

“It’s okay, we just have to blow them ou-ah, not my hair!”

“Stop, drop, and roll! Stop, drop, and roll!”

#researcher s's recovery #genshin impact #genshin impact klee #klee #genshin impact bennett #genshin impact razor #genshin impact fischl #fischl von luftschloss narfidort #oneshot #genshin impact oneshot #fluff