#i got really into writing this so apologies for it just being an incoherent ramble-

[merakiui]

First thing first, I must apologize for the upcoming ramble in all caps that I'm abt to place in your ask. Now that's out of the way, let's get in to this.

Okay, so I've now finished TMDG and all I can say is:

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA HOLY FUCKING SHIT--

THAT WAS SO WORTH THE WAIT OH MY GODD-- You've outdone yourself once again, Mera. YOU REALLY COOKED AND SERVED THIS ONE. MIGHT I SAY, YOU"VE BESTOWED US WITH A MAGNIFICENT FEAST 👏👏👏 😭😭😭✨✨✨

I really am unable to put my thoughts into words; they all just come out incoherent. Like, HOW THE HELL DID YOU EVEN MANAGE TO DRAG ME EVEN DEEPER INTO JADE LEECH HELL??? I AM EXPERIENCING SO MANY EMOTIONS THROUGHOUT READING THIS PIECE THAT I"M NO LONGER ON A ROLLERCOASTER RIDE ー NO, I"VE ASCENDED TO AN EMOTIONAL PLANE I DON'T THINK ANY MAN COULD DESCRIBE OTZ OTZ OTZ

Memes for visualization:

When you said MC was gonna be obsessive towards Floyd I was not expecting it to be that obsessive (not as hardcore as our Jade here, but i don't think no one could ever compare to our eel here). SHE"S SO DELUSIONAL I"M CACKLING-- and AAAAA SHE REALLY IS PERFECT WITH JADE, they truly are a match made in madness <3 I really love their banter, like they're already married to each other for decades and more (and god they will)

I was so filled with suspicion reading this fic cause the switch between Jade to Floyd really got me, "Is this really really Floyd??". It's nice to see that my suspicion came to fruition in the most agonizing way :))

AND JADE!!! Jadeee 🥺🥺🥺 how can you make one eel so- so-- UGHHHH infuriating?? So devious?? So gentle?? So loving?? So terrifying?? So many things at once that i can't help but put my feelings in a salad spinner??? Every moment that he was just being fluffy really got me swooning, only to get the reminder that he's indeed a cunning slippery eel (which just makes me fall even harder for him). Oohhh when he laid his feelings bare to be seen, when he's just... honest about it. He's just soo so so in love i just want to cry about it ueueueue..

I also like when MC is like: "I can never tell what goes thru Jade's head."

Jade: *Says the most poetic shit abt how he adores her like she's the moon.*

MC: "HE"S LYING!!"

Truly, i think TMDG has become my favorite fic of all time <33 this is such a wonderful way to end my year ✨✨

And so to end my ask, Happy New Years Mera!! Thank you for writing The Most Dangerous Game and all the other wonderful writings that have accompanied me throughout this year <33 Really, your posts are some of things I always look forward to read everyday. Wishin you another wonderful year to come, and hope you take care ✨✨💕💕

AAAAAAA OMG OMG THANK YOU!!!! THANK YOU SO SO SOSOSO MUCH!!!!! ♡(╥﹏╥) I'm very happy knowing it was worth the wait and that it could make you feel so many emotions!!!! It is my job to drag everyone even further into Jade hell!!!! >:D

Reader is so delusional omg!!! She's so silly... I loved writing her interactions with Jade because she really is just so perfect for him. orz delusional x obsessive...... waaaa truly the most crazy match of all time! They're so perfect for each other, but neither realizes it yet. Reader, you're pining for the wrong eel!!!!! I hoped to convey just how naturally Jade and Reader click, whereas with Floyd there's some sort of awkward strain. >_< Jade and Reader are so married!!!!!!! <3 Azul can be the priest and Floyd can be best eel at their wedding because Jade couldn't have done it if it weren't for Floyd (and Reader's obsessive attachment to him).

Jade is so many things in this fic,,, a conniving eel at heart. >:( but I love him when he's like that. I'm so happy he had you swooning!!! For all of his sleazy ways, he's extremely sweet when he's so gentle and honest about his feelings. AAAAA HE'S SO HEAD OVER HEELS/FINS FOR YOU!!!!!!! (∩˃o˂∩) and I'm glad you liked those parts of Reader being unable to believe a thing Jade says. T_T he is opening his chest for her to explain the truths locked away in his heart, and she's still questioning it......

Thank you so very much for reading TMDG and for writing such a kind message!!! I love those reaction images as well LOL. They illustrate how I felt while writing this story hehe!! <3 I am wishing you the happiest of new year!!!!!!! Thank you for accompanying me through 2023! :D sending you lots of love and wonderful things for your 2024!!!!!!!! (ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ.ﾟ

#sweet messages #heyyy11

[ss-shitstorm]

just so there's no confusion about this :

The grief I was talking about is not a recent loss. I am currently married to an amazing man who understands me and my situation about as well as a human can.

The shit clawing at my goddamn insides like a trapped rat happened 8 years ago.

I had a psychotic break that lasted 2 months(sober, I was just high on abnormal neurochemistry) and somehow for most of that time I managed to act normal enough nobody realized anything was wrong. But EXTREMELY long and disgustingly complicated story short, I full on hallucinated I had a husband and son. I cannot even begin to tell you how completely, utterly and fully these two braided themselves into my awareness. It was as if they'd forever been in my life. They were etched and woven into my IRL memories. They were just…there. They'd always BEEN there.

Eventually my family found me once shit really started hitting the fan and had me hospitalized. Once I was forcibly sedated and given antipsychotics, I slowly snapped out of my delusions and into a reality where they were gone.

These people that were as real to me as the air that I breathe were just gone. No bodies. No funeral. No earthly possessions. Nothing to prove that they'd ever been a part of my reality aside from some rambling, largely incoherent notes left on my laptop.

IDK how to explain what it feels like to have memories of giving birth that aren't real, how hard it is to shut off that voice screaming in your head "WHY ARENT YOU LOOKING FOR YOUR SON? How could you just fucking LEAVE HIM? WHERE'S YOUR BABY GO FIND YOUR BABY." Or what it was like to have a goddamn soulmate that filled up every single last little hole in you, who could see the deepest, ugliest, most naked parts of you and still love you unconditionally because "how could I not?" and know that you'll never, ever be able to feel that again because that's not something you could or should ever expect of another human, but you had it and now it's gone. I don't know how to explain what the fuck it felt like to be given the impossible, to be given everything you never knew you wanted, and have it vanish.

I'd like to say I should have gone to therapy then, but part of me doubts I would have been able to find anyone able to help me, and I certainly wasn't cognizant enough to articulate that I was suffering because I'd stopped being crazy. So instead of healing in any capacity, I just apologized to everyone I upset by being a fucking psycho, went back home to a 40+ hour workweek and smeared the homeless feelings for my missing loved ones over Optimus and Bumblebee writing FP for the next six years.

I don't think there's any meaningful way to recover from being kicked out of heaven. I'm not looking for one. My life now is just footnotes after this experience. What I'm looking for is a way to keep the anguish from physically killing me or destroying what's left of my mind because it wasn't until I got to the footnotes that I was somehow able to start helping others.

Anyways thanks for listening.

#fp #psychosis #language #greiving #death #kind of an origin story #really tired of sitting on it #no moral here folks sometimes shit just happens and you get raw dogged by god

[arieslost]

So I read your Biker!Oscar fic and whooo that was delicious 😋. I was kinda wondering if you could do a Biker!Lando fic, I didn’t know he was into the moto scene before f1 until recently, and was hoping you might have some ideas to play around with.

-🏎️ (could I be the 🏎️anon for you, please 🥺)

omg i’m so glad you liked it, i had such a blast writing it!! and of course you can be 🏎️ anon!! <33

you must be in my walls or something because i have a note on my phone full of future fic ideas and one of them is, and i quote, “BIKER!LANDO BIKER!LANDO BIKER!LANDO” 😭

i’m definitely gonna be writing a fic for him at some point in the near future after i finish writing requests and my current wips, but for now here are a few thoughts i’ve had about him… (i got carried away as usual, so i had to put a cut in 💀)

while oscar is, i guess you could say, more of your “traditional” biker (like he grew up around motorcycles and first got on one at the age of four and stuff like that), lando is crazy on two legs and started riding in the name of rebellion. his family is loaded, same with all his friends’ families. his friends all drive nice cars. sure, he could have that too, but he wants to stand out. he wants to be more than just another rich kid.

so instead of buying a fancy car when he turns 16, he buys a motorcycle. does he know how to ride? no! does he even have a license to ride? hell no!! this man damages the hell out of like three bikes before he finally gets the hang of it, much less gets his license. but i can see him just living for the thrill of it, so i feel like he’d have a motorcycle like you see on the road and a motocross bike and he treats them both like his own children. being on a motorcycle also makes him feel free, and he can’t get enough.

he gets pulled over a few times for speeding but that doesn’t even bother him because he’s an adrenaline junkie. his parents don’t like that though, so when he turns 18 he gets kicked out. the only help he gets is the money from his trust fund, and while it’s a solid chunk of change it’s not gonna last forever. so he strays away from that traditional biker vibe, gets more into the motocross scene and gets really good at it. but he’s just all competition all the time now, and he never gets to kick back on his motorcycle and just go for a drive or anything like that anymore. and that’s where i picture reader coming in with the goal to get him to just chill the hell out and get back to his roots.

i apologize for the possibility of my thoughts being incoherent as i am only half awake at the moment. thank you for letting me ramble about biker!lando because until now all of these thoughts have just been rattling around aimlessly in my brain <33

#aries answers #🏎️ anon <3 #biker au

[secretgamergirl]

It is 2023 and I have absolutely no tolerance left for anyone bamboozled by the basic nazi playbook.

A big problem I’ve had since bigots flooded Twitter’s auto-flagger and apparently permanently locked me out of that account is I don’t ever feel like I can just write a quick post on Tumblr about whatever’s on my mind, I have to have a big thesis with multiple examples or something.

So it’s kinda handy the same basic thing just got under my skin like four or five separate times in the past 10 hours or so.

Let’s say you’re sitting around some discord server, and someone, usually someone who only just showed up there that day even, posts a link to something “funny” or “thought provoking” and you have a glance and oh, look, it’s nazi crap. Maybe it’s a big long (video) essay rambling incoherently for long stretches between tossing out lines of straight up vintage nazi propaganda. Maybe it’s a perfectly innocuous bit of “humor” with the groyper frog layered over at 20% opacity, or something a little more subtle. One of today’s examples is an otherwise cute and innocuous bit of fan art of... two lesbians from something I don’t recognize, possibly because the artist was bad, under the sign from a concentration camp.

When you notice something like that, of course you’re going to say something, ideally something nice and straight forward like “hey don’t post that nazi crap in here” because the only reason not to point something like that out is you’re worried you might be cast out of the community for making waves, and I mean a community that’s going to be upset with you being intolerant of nazi crap sounds just awful, why would you want to continue to be in one?

And there’s probably going to be at least a brief confused exchange because it’s either the rare case where the person sharing genuinely didn’t notice the nazi symbols/messaging and need to have it pointed out and explained, or, far more likely, the person posting it knows to follow the nazi playbook which says that when you get called out you play as dumb as you possibly can and probably also shout “you call everyone you don’t like a nazi.”

And it’s really not rocket science to work out which situation you’re in in under a minute. Someone who genuinely didn’t know is going to apologize and be horrified, and someone who is a nazi is going to start playing devil’s advocate until being banned from the server.

If you have a healthy community, the post with the nazi crap should be gone, along with the nazi who posted it if it wasn’t the rare accident, the incident someone with the authority to do so glances over and sees this, and everyone else either sees no evidence it was even there or just the wave of high fives for how quickly that was nipped in the bud.

Usually though, that’s not what happens, because despite good healthy moderation policies being like the simplest thing to implement (see troublemaker, toss troublemaker, no discussion) people get it into their heads they need to give an absurd amount of benefit of the doubt and let things drag on for months or years while marginalized people are getting subtly intimidated and driving away because the two things nazis do are be as evil as they can get away with while staying under the radar of anyone with the power/authority to introduce their teeth to the nearest curb, and also stir up infighting and get others to do their dirty work.

So, hey, a weirder example! Just before sitting down to write this, I saw a friend replying to another post-chain on here about a certain wizard school game licensed from the intellectual property of a raving bigot who is... presently using her cut of the money from said game’s sales to fund legal and PR efforts to prevent Scotland from granting people basic human rights and general prosperity.

The particular point that was being made was that even if the infamous bigot had no involvement at all with this, it would still be a terribly awful game nobody should play because the whole plot is just Blood Libel, straight up. Obvious Jewish caricatures abducting and/or murdering people’s first born children and whatnot. And yeah, that’s another very good reason not to buy or play a game. While we’re at it, the lead designer of the game is a straight up nazi and rape advocate. Also, it’s a middling licensed game based on a series of books from a bit over 20 years ago which looks and plays like decidedly underwhelming shovelware from also about 20 years ago. I literally can’t think of one single reason why anyone would have any interest in the thing that isn’t either openly endorsing nazis and wanting to throw money and support their way, or being one of those pissy little manchildren who reflexively jump to the defense of anyone being rightly criticized because they’re at that level of hate group propaganda exposure where they aren’t quite all-in yet, but have totally bought into the BS about marginalized people are totally organizing witch hunts against innocent people.

But again, the specific point being raised in this specific instance was the intense antisemitism, which is a very good point to bring up, as it’s one of the more under-reported heads of the awful hateful hydra that is this game, as well as the most blatantly terrible thing plainly on display within the text. BUT, the version of this post I actually have on my feed is completely drowned out by this weird damn argument about who the One Group Of People is that that the author of the books this game is based on actually hates, and this had managed to spin all the way out to someone declaring that one group was “men” which is, you know, blatant TERF propaganda.

So getting to the points I was actually here to make, hey, first off, you do all know that there’s like, literally over a hundred nazi symbols out there, right? Like, part of their whole thing is that they want to maximize how much general evil and intimidating and secret signaling to each other they can do while maintaining some plausible deniability. Even the most well-known nazi symbol was them taking an existing symbol that meant luck and prosperity and using that, so that when they got called out for being nazis they could just go “no no this is an ancient peaceful symbol!”

And I mean about the same length of time has passed between them doing the modern frog thing and now as them doing the swastika thing and the world reaching the point where it’s understood if someone is flying that you are morally and militarily obligated to shoot them if possible. They have a whole pile of different variations on angled lines and stuff from the flags of long dead civilizations and hate movements with less blatantly horrible reputations and political cartoons and number codes and while nobody expects the average person to be familiar with the vast majority of them, you should definitely know the most popular ones, and when you see someone calling someone out for displaying one, you sure as hell don’t muddy the waters just because you personally were out of that loop.

And my second point, of course, is that hate is intersectional. There is never anything to be gained from trying to argue whether a particular hatemonger is racist or homophobic or whatever else, because the answer is all of the above. It’s intrinsic, even! Like, you know back in the day when nazis first became a thing, it was all about white supremacy, right? All the ‘perfect master race’ BS about how this group of absolutely pathetic losers were secretly just the bestest most special people and really they should be in charge of everything and everything would be perfect and everything’s bad because those people who look different are big dumb meanies who won’t let them just be in charge?

So like, that’s the core of it, and then they also really hate queer people, especially trans people, because, well, broadly, marginalized people stick together and if you’re going to start shooting your mouth off about how much you hate Black people because you’re in a room where everyone’s white and probably won’t shout back too hard, some queer person’s likely to call you out as a bigot and damn you didn’t even know they were in the room. Plus you know, you’re a fragile little nazi nobody would ever give the time of day and queer people existing keeps throwing a wrench in all your stupid theories about why people aren’t dating you. So then you get to wondering where the hell all these sleeper agents who keep pointing out all the flaws in your hateful BS keep coming from and oh hey here’s this whole institute that studies and employs queer people and hmm, the guy who runs it is named Hirschfield? Hey, that’s a Jewish name! TIme to create a completely unhinged conspiracy theory about Jewish mad scientists turning people queer so they can’t marry you and have 30 kids and out-populate all these other people! Better go publicly burn all their research in one of the to-become-best-known images people will later point to when talking about what horrible monsters you are.

And like, those are still a thing today. Go dig around in any major nazi hive like Stormfront or Mumsnet or whatever and you’ll dig up all kinds of brand new bonkers conspiracy theories about this or that arbitrary rich Jew/whole branch of some government/medical body/media outlet “run by Them” secretly bankrolling the whole concept of people being trans and if you tug on that thread just a little longer you find a big central anchoring point of some Great Replacement garbage or whatever. And like this isn’t even the fringe of it. This is the people who get up on national TV and stuff when they let their hair down.

Anyway, it’s all evil, it’s all just the most ridiculous BS, and it effects all of us, so just shut it the hell down when you see any of it and don’t waste anyone’s time ever trying to argue any of the finer points.

#antisemetism #transphobia #racism #queerphobia #hate #nazis #moderation #oh right this is tumblr and I said queer a bunch of times so to ward off THOSE bigots real quick #we're here we're queer stop pretending everyone didn't get used to it 40 damn years ago you hatemongers

[seoafin]

Hello Morgan :) I just read chapters 1 & 2 of Dog days are over and .. xhsbacbksdjcb it was so good I have become incoherent. hence why - -- hhhh .... when i .. when he- when. they. hhh .. .... when- the mc- ....

Wah, I can't even find the words to describe how enamoured I am of it. Stsg? ? Forget about them .. Who are they anyways. Irrelevant. I am instead giving you and rip!mc flowers (if you want them, or any little gift you want!) .. Mc .. she deserves the world. i mean these three words, i do. Stsg are so annoying honestly. I would fall for her face first. The way you do with that one high school friend you have a very queer friendship with .. oddly specific but yeah I love her sm LMAOO. And you !! You deserve to get *all* the love you put in your works back tenfold and more for your wonderful writing, Morgan!!

I have already sent a few asks full of compliments on anon but tbh I would repeat what I said word by word as many times as it's needed. This fic alone is a lot of work from all points of view, and I want to let you know I personally am grateful for the chance to read it .. It's enriching (I hope this is an actual english word lol) and it's pleasant to read; the universe you created is vibrant .. realistic as in immersive and (sometimes painfully) relatable, especially the mc - she feels so human and I think I can say I relate and have related to her, which is a little sad - but reading it also feels comforting (i believe that truly is the unifying potential of fanfic and writing in general).

There are so many things i could say about these two chapters but i think i'll leave them for AO3 comments (didn't someone say tumblr asks are temporary but ao3 comments are permanent?). Rn I just want to focus on how beautifully outlined rip!mc's feelings are. The loneliness .. The image of a single mother and her kid in her apartment .. Her thinking about her future (woah, that one hurt. in a good way though) and the prospect of being left behind .. I've been going through quite strange times (& writing sad stuff? idk why it is, is it the strange weather?) so that passage was kind of the nail in the coffin, the final blow for me - but in a good, cathartic way, i promise!! (also. i loved "nail in the coffin" - i hope i got the title right. it did something to me. my dirty mind couldn't stop thinking about the way geto stole mc's panties mainly because i have too many [redacted] geto thoughts and that includes panty taking. but this is just a side note.) (and gojo. the leash line. i think, in that, me and mc are different because i would've said yes in the blink of an eye - yeah that's concerning of me but everyone has their flaws right??. lol. the "what do you want" "everything" exchange. i don't think i'll ever recover. in a good way).

When i find something i like this much I think I'd need a 10k word frame minimum to analyze and dissect it over and over .. so I'll stop rambling for everyone's safety 😂. But yeah, I hope this silly comment gives you back even an ounce of the warmth your writing gives me (& i'm sure i'm not the only one)!! and please don't feel obligated at all to respond to this. I just really wanted to say these things :)). i hope you have a good day !

hi friend!!!!! can i just say how much i was smiling reading this because i was SMILING so hard my friend thought i was texting a man (as if please lmfao) everyone being so nice and encouraging about this fic is going to make me cry. like i was not kidding when i said that this fic was loved into existence because i had no intention of actually writing an actual fic for them!!! but im doing it!!! because everyone is so enthusiastic about it!!! im glad u and many others enjoy rip!mc because the amount of self sabotage in this fic....i need to endear her to everyone LOL

this ask gave me so much serotonin never apologize for sending it in!!!!! if anything have me back warmth and happiness in SPADES. thank you so so soo much for reading <3333 i hope u have such an amazing wonderful bright day 😭😭😭 once again i am so touched that you liked the fic enough to write me this wonderful ask 😭😭😭

#AHHHHH screaming!!!!! never getting over this. im going to kiss you. #also geto fuckers are going to get FED im so excited for the geto scenes ive been writing chapters in nonchronological order HA #:))))))))) #long post #ddao.fb

[gubler-me-up]

No Need to Rush

Request: can u pls do a spencer x bau fem! reader where she’s dyslexic but also a genius like spencer and like someone maybe another member of the team/unsub makes a comment abt her being stupid. and she gets really upset abt it. then later spencer comforts her and they have really romantic but rough sex. where he’s just like reassuring her of how smart and beautiful she is.

A/N: Thanks for the request, anon! Sorry this took a lil long to complete but I wanted to make sure I wrote this accurately and incorporate everything you wanted into it! Please let me know if you don’t feel as if this representation of dyslexia sits right with you and I will edit it no problem. This fic also concludes smut week (woo!) so I hope you enjoy 💓 

Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!reader

Category: Smut

Content warning: Learning disorder degradation, mentions of violence, rough sex, fingering, penetrative sex, creampie, choking

Word count: 3.2k

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It was the dead of winter in Seattle, Washington and a sniper decided it was the best time to have some target practice. His target practice ended up taking three innocent people’s lives as they were living their day-to-day lives. To top off his killing spree, he wrote handwritten letters to the police department. His letters were rambles about him not stopping until he finds his final target.

Hotch had left Spencer and you to go over the letters to try and figure out any indications of who his final target could be. He had sent JJ and Morgan to interview the victim’s family members to try and see if there were any similar people in their circle. Having you four working diligently on piecing the entire story together could end up saving another person from meeting an early demise.

You loved working with Spencer because the two of you were always up to speed with your thinking process. Both of you analyzed each letter with care, making sure nothing was missed which could possibly be used as a clue in identifying who this person and who their real target is.

You felt as if you were taking too long to go through every letter. There were about 20 of them and his incoherent rambles were giving you a hard time efficiently reading them. You had 10 to go through and Spencer was already finished and writing on the whiteboard clues he found in the letters. You were still on your seventh letter, dissecting and writing down what you thought was important. You couldn’t help feeling bad you were taking a long time.

“I’m sorry,” you said.

Spencer looked back at you with a questionable expression. “For what?”

“For taking forever. I’m taking up time reading these letters when I should be brainstorming with you.”

“Y/N, you’re not slowing down the process. If anything you taking your time can identify some major evidence.”

“Yeah, but you could do it within two minutes.”

“Doesn’t mean anything. Valuable information is valuable information no matter how long it takes you to find it. Besides you’re the smartest person I know, so nothing will get past you.”

“Doesn’t feel like it sometimes.”

“I’m here to remind you it’s all the time. I’ll be here to remind you every day if you ever doubt yourself.”

You smiled as you felt your worries drifting away. You were always self-conscious about having dyslexia. Growing up with it was the hardest part of your early years because people would see your extraordinary capabilities but questioned them whenever you had to read or spending longer than usual completing tasks. It was embarrassing for you. Even in adulthood you felt anxious about letting people know you were dyslexic because you were worried they wouldn’t see you as a genius.

When you let the members of the team know you were dyslexic, they accepted you as you were. It made you feel welcomed and understood for once in the longest while. It was especially nice hearing Spencer say you were a genius regardless of your dyslexia. You felt as if he understood you the most out of everyone because he had a rough time growing up as a child prodigy.

As you continued to read through the letter you were on, something caught your eye. You looked up at the whiteboard to see what Spencer had written. He had written about sunsets, trees and a park. He had concluded it was about Kerry Park in Seattle and speculated the unsub could possibly live near there. What you had read though made you think of a different possibility.

“Kelly Park,” you said aloud.

Spencer turned to you. “Kelly Park?”

Before you could explain your findings, Hotch and detective Royce entered the room. You were happy they did, so you could explain to everyone your theory as to who the unsays actual target is.

“Find any useful information we can put towards finding the unsub?” Hotch asked.

You nodded. “Yes. Kelly Park’s the end goal.”

“Kelly Park? You mean Kerry Park by West Highland,” detective Royce said.

“No, I mean, yes, but the unsub slipped up…uh no, they-uh- replaced Kelly with Kerry because there is a Kelly Park who lives nearby,” you explained.

“Wait, so is it Kerry or Kelly the name of the person who lives nearby Kerry’s Park?” Hotch asked.

“Sorry, sir. It’s Kelly Park who lives nearby Kerry’s Park.”

“How can you even speculate that?” Detective Royce asked.

“Because it’s in this letter. He says, ‘I spend my days looking at Kelly Park and wondering when I’d be brave enough to leave. I don’t think I am but one day I’ll be free,’” you said while holding it up.

Detective Royce took it from your hand to take a closer look. He furrowed his eyebrows as he read. He looked back up at you questionably.

“Maybe he’s dyslexic. Only an idiot would write Kelly instead of Kerry when referring to Kerry Park,” he said.

You clenched your jaw as he said his ignorant statement. You knew the unsub wasn’t dyslexic and you had a clue right infant of you. You snatched the letter away from his hands as you took a deep breath to calm yourself down.

“I’m actually dyslexic myself and I can tell you right now this unsub is not,” you said.

“I should have known from the time you mixed up Kerry and Kelly in your explanation. For a genius you sure don’t talk like one,” he said.

You felt your eyes stinging from the tears which were trying to breakthrough. What he said was familiar to everything you heard from your childhood. It was degrading to hear it when you knew you were on to something. Especially evidence which could potentially save someone.

“Don’t talk to one of my agents with such disrespect, Royce. My team and I would never slander your team, so we expect the same courtesy back,” Hotch said.

“Hotchner, you can’t seriously believe this is a connection,” detective Royce said.

“Who said it couldn’t be?” Spencer said.

“Common sense. He’s trying to mess up his words on purpose to take us off track from what really matters,” detective Royce said.

“Well, I’m not taking that risk. While you stand there with your arro…ignorance, I’ll actually go and do something about this piece of evidence,” you said as you walked by him to exit the room.

You could feel your heart drop with every step you took. Before you called Garcia you took a trip to the washroom. You went into a stall and made sure it was locked before you let your tears escape. You hadn’t felt humiliated for the longest time. The questionable look and harsh comments detective Royce spat at you made you feel sick. You knew you were smart and you knew you were onto evidence to save someone’s life. Yet you were doubted.

You wiped your tears away and took a few deep breaths before exiting the stall. You couldn’t let what he said distract you from finding Kelly Royce. You knew it would affect you for the rest of the day but you would sleep better at night knowing you saved a life. You didn’t want to be crying over two things tonight.

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You sat on the edge of the hotel room bed. You had finished getting ready for the night and were ready to get into bed to forget about the day. You were happy you were right about Kelly Park and saved her hours before she was scheduled to go into the heart of Seattle for an appointment. Her ex-boyfriend, Michael Richards, had plotted for months on how to make her death look like an accident. Too bad his guilty conscience and ego didn’t mix well and he compulsively wrote down his thoughts.

It bothered you immensely detective Royce still didn’t give you your flowers at the end of everything. You understood not everyone would apologize for their ignorance and you should be used to it by now. However, you couldn’t help but think about it over and over.

You heard a few light knocks on your hotel room door. You looked at the clock. It was 11 p.m. You got up to go peek through the peephole to see who was trying to get your attention this time of night. You looked through the peephole and saw Spencer standing outside. You opened the door. As you opened it he looked at you with a smile but you could see the concern in his eyes.

“What brings you to this part of town so late?” You asked.

“I want to make sure you’re okay before you go to bed. I know how frustrating today was for you and I don’t want you going to bed with doubt on your mind,” he explained.

You stepped aside and gestured him to come inside your hotel room. You were happy he had stopped by. He was always the first one to give you words of encouragement and a reason to put your doubts aside. You closed the door and made your way over to the edge of the bed to sit. You patted the spot next to you for him to sit down. He took the seat next to you, sitting closer to you than expected. You two were shoulder to shoulder and thigh to thigh. It was comforting to you for him to be so close.

“You know, if it wasn’t for you pointing out Kelly Park in his letter, she might not be alive,” he said.

“I know and I’m glad it worked out in the end. I just…”

You trailed off as a wave of doubt overthrew your thought process. You started to think if you had been wrong, if it were just your dyslexia getting the best of you, an innocent life could have been taken. A tear slipped from your right eye. You quickly wiped it away before Spencer saw. He must have seen it escape because he placed his hand on your thigh and squeezed it.

“You have a beautiful mind, Y/N,” he assured you.

“It doesn’t translate properly when I say the wrong words, read slower than average, mix up-”

“And all that doesn’t make a difference to how you save lives every day. If detective Royce wasn’t so prideful he would have thanked you properly for bringing to light what they brushed off,” he said.

You chuckled. “Yeah, he is a prideful idiot.”

“Exactly, so don’t let him or other doubters get to you. I believe in you wholeheartedly and always will. The team does as well, so we’ll always back you up.”

You smiled brightly at him as you felt your deep sadness fade away. He had such a way with words you felt as if you could rule the world solely based on his encouragement. You opened up your arms and embraced him in a hug. He wrapped his arms around the small of your back. He rubbed your back gently as you placed your head comfortably in the crook of his neck.

“I love how you’re always here for me, Spence,” you whispered into his neck.

“I’ll always be here to remind you of your worth and beauty,” he said.

You leaned up from his neck and faced him straight on. Your faces were just an inch away from each other as you lost yourself in his eyes. You softly smiled and found yourself saying things before your brain could process them.

“I could just kiss you right now,” you blurted out.

“Why don’t you?” He asked.

You were now speechless as you weren’t expecting him to be open to the idea. Perhaps he did find more than just your mind to be beautiful. One of his hands moved from your back and found its way to the side of your face. He moved your face closer to his and your lips finally met each other. He gently eased his tongue into your mouth before he dived fully into your mouth.

You placed your hands on his chest. You pulled on his shirt to bring him forward even more to minimize the space between you two. He moved his hands and placed them both on your hip. He brought you onto his lap without breaking your kiss. You glued your hands to his face to prevent him from even considering moving away from you. His hands squeezed before slipping his hands down your pyjama pants.

You didn’t give it a second thought and raised yourself off his hips so he could pull your pants off along with your underwear. He leaned away from your lips as he stared at you with a deep yearning in his eyes. He caressed his hands up your thighs, to your hips and then under your shirt. He pulled your shirt off to reveal your bare breasts.

“I hope you like what you see,” you said.

He smiled. “Of course. You’re beautiful beyond words.”

He then placed your right nipple in his mouth and swirled his tongue around your nipple. You moaned loudly as his tongue made your nipple feel a stimulation you never thought they could feel. He freed your nipple from his mouth as he quietly hushed you.

“We can’t let anyone know where in the same room together,” he whispered.

“I don’t care,” you said as you desperately leaned into him to steal another kiss.

He kissed you back. You held his head in place so he wouldn’t dare move away from you again. You soon felt his thumb circling around your clit. It wasn’t enough to make you stop kissing him but it made you release endless moans into his mouth. You then felt him shove two fingers into you which made you stop kissing him and set your moans free into the atmosphere. He pumped his fingers in and out of you so quickly you couldn’t find the time to catch your breath.

“If you can’t handle my fingers, how do you expect to handle my dick, beautiful?” He asked.

“I…I can,” you stammered.

He smiled. “I haven’t doubted you yet, have I??”

He took his fingers out of you and went to work on undoing his pants. You stared down at his huge bulge as he slipped down his pants and then his underwear. Your eyes widened as you saw his dick. He looked at you to see the amazement in your eyes. He softly chuckled as he grabbed your ass and squeezed it tight as he brought you forward to position you.

“Sit down on it and try not to be too loud,” he demanded.

You did what he asked and lowered yourself onto his dick. The further you went beyond the tip the more your mouth went agape. You could barely even get to the base without feeling as if his dick was already completely inside of you. He did you the favour and forced you all the way down on his dick. You let out a shriek which was cut short by him sticking his two fingers coated in your juices inside your mouth.

“Bounce on it and don’t make a sound. Understand?” He asked.

He nodded your head ‘yes’ for you and you started bouncing on his dick. You could feel your legs quaking as you engulfed his dick in and out of your repeatedly. Once you established a rhythm, you rolled your eyes to the back of your head and enjoyed every inch of his dick stretching your walls.

“How about we pick up the pace?” He asked.

Your eyes shot open as he bucked his hips up and disrupted your rhythm with his new set motion. You moaned heavily around his fingers as his dick kept ramming into you with no mercy. He used his other hand and squeezed your left breast. He licked your breasts before gently biting your nipple.

“Fuck,” you moaned.

“I only ever treat extraordinary women like this,” he said.

“Really?” You moaned.

He lifted you off his dick and laid you on the bed. He gently wrapped his large hands around your throat as he positioned himself on top of you. You could feel your adrenaline pumping as he lowered his face down to yours and kissed you softly on your lips before he stared into your eyes.

“You’re the only extraordinary woman I know,” he said.

“Fuck me like an extraordinary woman,” you said.

He obliged and rammed his dick into you with urgency. You moaned repeatedly as you took in every inch of his dick inside of you. He kissed along your jawline before reaching your ear.

“Who gets fucked like this?” He asked.

“Extraordinary women,” you whimpered.

“And what are you?” He asked.

“An extraordinary woman,” you whimpered.

As he continued to fuck some sense into you, he whispered nothing but the sweetest things in your ear. He called you beautiful, brilliant, amazing and his favourite, extraordinary. It felt nice hearing those things being repeated over and over in your ear especially by him. His dick definitely enforced the message as with every word he said to you, his motion would intensify. You wrapped your legs around him as he continued to fuck you.

“Where do you want me to cum, beautiful?” He asked.

“Inside of me,” you moaned.

He tightened the grip around your neck. “Louder.”

“Inside of me,” you shrieked.

“Look at me while I cum inside of you,” he demanded.

He grabbed your face to keep you still so your eyes were focused on him the whole time. He bit his bottom lip as he stared at your worn-out expression as he fucked you. He slowly stopped going at his rapid pace and soon stopped. You felt his cum fill your insides and you let out a soft moan at the feeling.

He let go of your neck and eased up from on top of you. You felt him stick two fingers in you and he pulled them out quickly. He placed his cum covered fingers on your lips. You opened your mouth and licked the cum dripping off his fingers.

“I don’t ever want you to doubt yourself again. You’re fucking amazing,” he said.

You leaned up on your elbows and smiled. “You are too.”

“Since I can’t stay in your room for the night without raising suspicions in the morning, how about we do something when we get back home and you can stay the night at my place? You know, for extra reassurance,” he said with a smile.

You giggled. “I’d love that.”

He leaned into you and gave you another big kiss on the lips. As he parted from your lips he stared at you with softer eyes from before and brushed your hair back.

“Maybe I’ll stay for a few more minutes. You like cuddles?” He asked.

“I love them,” you said.

He chuckled. “Great because I have a deep desire to cuddle you and make you know you’re treasured.”

You could have cried when he said that. Instead you wrapped your arms around his neck and pecked him on the lips. It wasn’t the best time to cry. You wanted to cherish the moment as a positive part of the day.

“Thank you, Spence. You’re extraordinary.”

“I guess that makes us a perfect match.”

“It sure does.”

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[anne-i-write]

moriarty the patriot headcannons

| requested by anon: “uhhh kinda weird lmao but how would the moriarty bros react to an s/o from the future? (Headcanons) thanks! OwO” |

william x reader; louis x reader; albert x reader

word count: 1355

tw: a few swears, if i’m missing any please let me know!

a/n: i’m so sorry that these are coming out so slow please enjoy!

william: 317 words

please

as soon as you wake up he’ll be staring at you intently

“where am i?”

“durham, england, 1880… and in my room”

it takes you like ten minutes to process everything that’s going on because: “i’m dreaming right??? or did i actually shift???

after finally accepting the fact you indeed did not shift and are not dreaming, you finally looked at the man who had stayed silent during your incoherent ramblings

“you seem more awake now, is it alright if i ask a few questions?”

hhh he’s such a gentleman

you both honestly take this whole time shift thing really well

louis definitely walks in on you two and he’s like,,

“who tf are you and how did you get in”

sdjkfhd pls its so funny when you guys converse

his speaking manner is so refined and yours is just,, yours

but he loves it

he thinks its cute

he comes up with a story for you because there were people who were no doubt going to question how you came into his life

and from there you two hit it off really well

accidentally said you two were to be wed during a conversation and the nobles went insane

when you are on the carriage ride back from the party he apologizes for saying something so out of line

“i wouldn’t mind being married to you, william.”

this man always has something to say but THIS

YOU

he wanted to respond with something witty but you just,, existed and made him melt

“let’s go buy a ring tomorrow then.”

asks you questions about the future

only trivial things, never if his plan works in the long term

but judging by the way you talk about your previous life he can tell that everyone is somewhat equal, except for “the dumbass politicians” you speak about

oh did i mention he picks up your swears too LMAO

louis: 459 words

 he’s heading back to his room when you come OUT of his room

“who tf are you, how did you get into this house, and why are you here”

instant kill mode

you think you’re dreaming so you’re like,, ok cool and you tell him most of your life story and he’s like

??????

has never been more dumbfounded in his life

who is this person and what are they wearing and why are they telling me their life story

eventually the rest of the moriarty team gets involved and matters are settled lmao

you all agree that staying in the manor is the best course of action at the moment

louis thinks you’re taking this a little too well so he’s still a little sus of you

like seriously,, the future?? cmon now

the people you’re working for probably made those weird clothes for you

but anyways

you’re helping him clean the house and cook

“this is fun,,, but honestly?? if i have to do this by myself everyday i would cry”

you keep saying this and you know it’s getting annoying for louis but he ISNT TALKING

if you can’t beat em, annoy em

finally gives in

“how did you used to wash clothes in the future?”

and you get this big smile on your face and you start TALKING

you’re so excited that he finally spoke to you

even tho you know you lowkey annoyed him

but you’re talking and louis is like,, huh

you’re talkative, but not annoying at all

you have little stories that make him laugh sometimes

needless to say you both get closer

but it isn’t until one night louis is making rounds around the manor that he passes by your room and hears crying

so he’s worried and he goes into your room

bruh you try pulling that shit where you wipe away your tears and be like “oh i’m okay!”

like,, no u aren’t

louis makes you spill what’s bothering you

“my friends, my family… are they okay? are they looking for me?? they must be so worried”

note that you’ve already been at the moriarty estate for about two months without any word that you can return to your own time

and louis holds you

he teaches you more about the year that you’re currently stuck in and he tries to take your mind off of the bad things

asks william to buy more books to indulge you bc you have some book withdrawals bc “WHAT DO YOU MEAN A TALE FOR THE TIME BEING HASNT BEEN PRINTED YET” followed by a short crying session

he’s a really good boyfriend

you taught him what a boyfriend was and he couldn’t stop thinking about how much society’s view on relationships changed

albert: 579 words

is walking down the streets at night when he sees you barreling down the road in your clothes

you look pretty scathed when you run right into him

“are you alright?”

you’re scared and out of breath but he’s wearing what you can only assume is a uniform of england

he takes you to his place and tries to calm you down

he asks you questions and you tell him everything straight out

you know you look crazy but you couldn’t bring yourself to care

you were just walking back from a friend’s place IN BROAD DAYLIGHT and you felt dizzy and you woke up alone in a dark alleyway

“where are you from?”

you obviously give him your city but he corrects himself

“what year are you from?”

“2019”

doesn’t want to believe you bc you’re all frantic and maybe insane

but your clothes just seem to different for him to brush off the possibility

tells you to sleep it off and gives you his bed

he’s already writing a letter to his brothers that he’s possibly coming back with someone

“ohoho brother albert has a suitor now?”

anyways, albert asks you more questions about your other life as you’re both on the train to durham

albert went out to buy you more fitting clothes before leaving and you couldn’t even repay him

but he tries to get you in a comfortable position so you don’t spiral again

but he’s genuinely nice about it when he finally accepts the fact that you are in fact from the future

funny enough, you both don’t get each others names until you get onto the train

“oh, my name is albert james moriarty”

and you’re briefly like “oh like sherlock’s nemesis” but then you remember that this is only the victorian era

sherlock holmes doesn’t exist, it’s just a coincidence

so you both get to the manor and he introduces you to the moriarty team and this is where you’re like,,

oh my God

this is real and i know the ending

you suddenly want to travel back further in time and never meet them bc they’re all really sweet towards you

and you got attached to them more than you should have

albert notices you’re a little tense so he makes small conversation to get your mind off of things

“i do like to play the piano”

bro

they have a piano delivered to the house to make you feel more comfortable and hopefully keep you occupied

itching and nostalgic (ironic), you play songs from rachmaninoff and joe hisaishi, despite it being from the future

everyone knows chopin so shhh

“that’s beautiful, did you compose that?”

“no, but another composer did, i don’t even think he exists yet”

you’re very adamant on keeping things the same

like,, no i’m not going to tell you how to create a washing machine because i don’t want to mess up the timeline if i do go back to the future

you do get very sad occasionally because you are homesick and being placed in a world where you have only heard stories of is very disorienting

but albert and the boys make up for it

albert always tries to be by your side and if he can get his hands on a piano sheet he’ll buy one for you and see if you already know it

it’s always nice to have them around, but you know the troubles you’ll eventually have to face

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[starglow-xx]

owning a bakery and being discovered by the ada & port mafia (part 1)

platonic! edogawa ranpo x f! reader

type of writing: head canons !!

this is part of my head canon series, flour & fluff !!

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series synopsis: owning a bakery at 20 is tough; even more so when you have to handle members of two opposing organizations! this is your journey to meeting these fools and creating an unlikely bond with each of them! but only at the cost of your peace and sanity. 

fandom: bungou stray dogs

content: fluff & platonic stuff

author’s notes: this will be a multiple part series of head canons and this is only part one! this series will include both the agency and port mafia members, and then something special for the end. maybe i’ll even write a real one shot/scenario for it. if there’s enough interest, i might open up a tag list for this! i hope you all enjoy!! <33

also, ranpo is 25 in this part; kenji, atushi, kyouka, and the tanizaki siblings aren’t part of the agency yet, only yosano, kunikida, and dazai are, but in the next couple parts, it will be established that the tanizakis are

and (n/n) means nickname :)

meeting the greatest detective

your bakery, Sakura’s, which you named after your late grandmother (who was also your guardian), went into business when you were 18 right after graduating high school

who needed a culinary course when you were trained by dear ol grandma?

your grandmother died when you were 16, just as you started your second year of high school

you were devastated of course, but you knew she wouldn’t want you to wallow over it too long

so in those last two hard years of high school, you took part time jobs at other bakeries and saved lots and lots of money

by graduation, using your life savings, the money your grandmother had left for you, and all the money you earned working, you were able to buy the small building—with a reasonable amount of money left over to survive— you and your grandmother had been eyeing back in her hometown, yokohama, to start your bakery

the building was a bit run down, but you were planning to give it a makeover anyways

it was a bit smaller compared to other buildings around, only having two stories, but on the plus side, the second floor had taller ceilings and was an apartment

is that realistic? probably not but bare with me here 

aNYWHO

you finished putting your bakery up in about 4 months, then finished up your apartment 2 more after

you opened Sakura’s at 7 in the morning then closed at 8 in the evening

when you first started, you did quite well!!

especially with those who went to work on early mornings and families

the time when you first opened was the most peaceful, but you admitted that it was a bit boring, and you wished for a bit more excitement

and boy, the day edogawa ranpo stepped into your bakery was the catalyst for the chaos and excitement that was soon to come

not that you knew that

if you did you would’ve never let him in

maybe

you were 19 when ranpo discovered Sakura’s, and it was completely accidental

he finished solving a case and was on the way back to the agency, and he—not surprisingly—got lost and then it started to rain really hard

it was pouring; there was even the cliche thunder strike and everything

you saw the brown clad man across the street and you ran out with two umbrellas (almost getting hit by a car mind you) handed one to him and practically dragged him inside

with the heavy rain on the forecast, Sakura’s was empty, so you gently pushed him down on a chair and you rushed away to find towels

even though the two of you had umbrellas, the two of you were still soaked 

finding said towels, you quickly dried yourself the best you could then you draped your towel over your back and rushed over to give him his as well as a warm pastry and your special hot honey lemon tea

ranpo laughed as you placed down the refreshment and snack, thinking that you knew who he was and was giving him special treatment

poor bby blinked and went :0 when you said you didn’t

“you don’t know who i am?”

“no. am i supposed to?”

“...”

the 25 year old blanked and you worried that you broke him and started to apologize profusely 

he cut you off claiming that he got over it he didnt but seeing as the bakery was empty and it was pouring pretty badly, he demanded you give him all your attention sit with him so he could tell you all about himself and what he’s done

the two of you got along quite well

you were amazed with all the stories he’s told you 

you honestly acted like a cute little kid listening to fairytales

he told you that and in response you threw a napkin at him

“wow ranpo-san! that’s amazing!!”

“you look like a little kid”

cue the napkin

he was happy with all the attention, praise, and sweets you gave him

the agency gave him praise sure, and made sure he had a lot of snacks but it was refreshing to have someone give him this much and your treats were the best he’s ever had

after he told you all his most interesting cases, the two of you just rambled about the most randomest things; going from the best desserts and snacks to the stupidest things his coworkers have done

you guys were on that last topic for a while

you two talked and rambled for hours, and when it hit hour two and the rain was still pouring, you just went ahead and slipped the “we’re open” sign to “closed” even though it was only 2 o’clock

you thought that this was probably the loving goofy older brother relationship that you missed out on

“ranpo-san, you’re kind of like the brother i’ve never had”

“and you’re still like that little kid”

cue another napkin to the face

don’t worry, he already adores you <3 

he just likes to make fun of you </3

*cuts you off as you’re talking to squish your cheeks* “(y/n) you still have a lot of baby fat and you’re pretty short...are you sure you’re still not in high school or smth??”

*incoherent talking due to pressure on cheeks* “ranpo-san you have 3 seconds before i kick you out”

at around 6, the rain came to a stop and by then, the both of you were all dried up

before he left, you gave him a map so that he hopefully wouldn’t get lost again and gave him a couple boxes of treats for him to have and to share with his coworkers

you closed early so you had to give away at least some of the remaining treats somehow

he wanted you to go to agency with him so he didn’t have to carry everything but you declined saying that you didn’t want to bc you wanted to rest

and for payback for calling you a little kid

you were 19 goddamnit

you already placed everything neatly into two bags so it was easy to carry but this bitch still had the audacity to pout and whine at you

and he calls you the little kid, jeez

you never told him but, you almost gave in

you never told him. but he probably already knows

ranpo san knows all after all; even you knew that by now

the two of you had also exchanged phone numbers and when the two of you showed each other what you each put for a contact name along with the note below, the two of you broke out into grins

you named him “the greatest detective <33″ & put the note “new nii-san <33 & bully </3″ and he named you “cute bakery girl” with the note “best follower, sweets supply & annoying little kid”

when he left, you properly closed the bakery and taped a sign to the door saying that you closed early for personal reasons

when everything was cleaned up, you marched up into your bedroom, plopped on your bed, and took a nap

you deserved it

at the agency not too long after that, ranpo had arrived and when he opened the door, everyone rushed towards him in concern asking if he was okay

he waved them off and walked towards his desk and plopped down in his seat

he placed the two bags in front of him and took out a box of cream puffs and started to snack on them

his coworkers watched him blankly as his scarfed down one after another

after finishing that box, he rummaged through the bags to look through the different kinds of pastries you’ve given him 

noticing that there were people still staring at him he paused before sighing in exasperation

he began to whine at his coworkers saying that no one told him it was gonna rain and that they were lucky that he happened to be in front of Sakura’s

“why did no one tell me?! it was pouring and i was soaked! you guys are lucky that (n/n)-chan’s bakery was right there! you would’ve probably lost me! how would the agency even function without me here?!”

no one wanted to be the one to tell him that they had no idea who he was talking about and that they did in fact tell him that it was gonna pour

they can save that, and their questions for another time

next >>

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[cats-pyjamas]

LOGICALITY PLSSSS

❥ ask / @sunflower-avo-tea

send me a ship and i’ll give my opinion on it!!

*kicks down door*

IN THIS ESSAY I WILL-

okay so i honestly don’t even know where to start with this because I just got a lotta feelings and I don’t know how to write them all down and I’m so sorry that this is so ramble-y and incoherent but-

basically logicality is like. my ultimate comfort ship?? I absolute adore the ‘stoic nerd and soft cinnamon roll’ trope and you can pry it out of my cold dead hands-

the fact that they’re complete opposites yet can see the value in the other and their contributions (even if they argue and it takes a while for them to realise it in some situations) and admit when they’re wrong in order to validate the other like I just HHHH even the way they look at each other? like I’m probably just overthinking it way too much but like they’ll just glance at each other from across the room with genuine care and it just looks like they always look for the other’s validation in what they’re saying (more so on Patton’s end) because they want the other’s approval and consider their opinion important and I just-

ALSO THE PUNS ??? the way logan tries to hide that side of him because he wants to desperately be taken seriously but there’s moments when he allows himself to indulge in it and he just looks so happy?? like the 12 days of christmas song, when he was trying not to laugh at patton changing the lyrics and then started doing it with him, it was like he was allowing Patton to help him break down the facade a bit and I HAVE SO MANY FEELINGS

they’re also both such dads in different ways that i think really complement each other- logan being the practical one who focuses on reviewing facts and using logical reasoning in order to make the best decisions to care for yourself and patton being bubbly and fun and putting the focus on happiness just makes me...really happy like. you can see it in their interactions with virgil and thomas- logan has this sort of calmness about him where he’s able to be observant and notice when something’s wrong, and also provide comfort in his own way with clarity and understanding and reassurance. patton on the other hand is a ball of energy and uses lots of affirmation, homemade gifts, and jokes to communicate care in a much more sentimental way and i just love the possibilities of how they can play off each other and help to balance the other out

there’s also just all these moments that i’m gonna list here because i think about them all the time and they make me so happy and i have so much to say-:

* logan almost calling patton a genius in learning new things (!!)- “patton you’re-! ...good. that was...helpful.”

* patton cheering logan on while he raps

* him also giving patton all the credit for helping to figure out how to deal with procrastination despite it probably being a hit to his own pride- “and it’s all thanks to a brilliant deduction- from watson”

* ALSO “elementary my dear daddy- no” AND IT SAYING ‘(ship)’ IN THE CAPTIONS??????

* logan being flustered/impressed by patton (janus) knowing about kant and philosophy, and also by him saying ‘oh good logan-everyone’s favourite character!!’ because he thought it was patton saying it and patton would be sincere about something like that

* “morality? what are we doing wrong?” - logan valuing their differences and realising that patton is important

* PATTON CALLING LOGAN HIS HERO??? AND LOGAN’S “WE GET IT. YOU’RE ADORABLE” I LOSE MY MIND EVERY TIME LIKE,,, patton literally admires logan and everything he does so much and thinks he’s so cool and I ADORE THIS

* matching logos!!!!!

* matching onesies!!!!!

* the entire head vs heart episode where they can’t grasp why thomas would ever imply that they argue / don’t get along because thomas don’t you get it we’re married?????

* their names matching- patton from ‘pathos’ and logan from ‘logos’

* THE ENTIRETY OF MOVING ON??????? logan’s face when it’s clear patton is hurt by what he’s saying/tells him to stop !!

* also him helping patton open up about his feelings through thomas (“I’m your happy pappy patton, just a fun loving father figure figment-!” “falsehood”) because he never really left and knew the others still needed him

* also him giving up his own pride and admitting he’s wrong!! and he creates a thoughtful gift for patton that he knows he’ll love as an apology even if he thinks it’s childish (and it’s a direct callback to his own behaviour towards patton and contribution towards him hiding his feelings which is kind of represented by the fact that he wouldn’t let him wear his cat onesie despite patton saying his old cardigan was getting him down, and it’s logan’s own way of telling him that he doesn’t have to let his emotions weigh him down anymore)

* also logan short circuiting with “this is just too precious to process-“

* also logan checking up on him and smiling when he seems to be doing well: “patton, how are you today?”/“well, that is very good to hear.” also patton looking at him when he talks about the thought of seeing the others helping him leave his room!!

* also patton making a pun that logan’s cool and that “you’re my biggest fan!!” (and logan doesn’t deny it)

* logan having patton help him with his jam advert even though he’s probably the least scientifically minded person among the sides-

* patton looking for logan’s approval when he says a word in spanish and wanting him to be proud of him - “did I make you proud logan?? you proud of me??”

* patton just always seems particularly excited to see logan and it makes me so happy

* THE FAM-ILY CARD WHERE PATTON DREW THEM LINKING ARMS AND SMILING???

* “with you i’m always home”- this is getting way too long so I won’t even GO into this one but FUCK they’re gay

* “yeah but did you see logan’s face?” - logan apparently seeming upset by janus implying patton didn’t want him there, and also patton being upset at the implication/by roman finding it funny

* the instagram story where patton calls logan “the good looking one”

* THE INCORRECT QUOTES?? TELL ME THEY WERENT ON A DATE WHEN THEY WERE GOING OUT TO A RESTAURANT JUST THE TWO OF THEM?? also logan literally assuming the role of a getaway driver no questions asked when patton steals a whole ass table because he thinks that’s what logan wants him to do?? be gay do crime

* logan helping patton during intrusive thoughts by being firm yet understanding and patton listening to him and calling him amazing and oh my god my heart-

* (also logan ordering a birthday cake for patton!!!)

i won’t go on any longer because this is already a mess but...just please oh my god @ everyone please please please talk to me about logicality anytime because I just adore everything about them and I just HHH

tldr: patton and logan please adopt me

#( thank you for allowing me to just ramble about them I love them so so much ) #( I’m so sorry this is so long and completely incoherent I just....I have so many feelings ) #❥ this is crofters / sanders sides #sanders sides #thomas sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #logicality #long post #ts logic #ts morality #ts logicality #meta #❥ questions and answers / ask #sunflower-avo-tea #tw caps #tw cursing #ts spoilers

[destiny-moonforge]

give me the thoughts on Baba Yaga and young Cyrus I am in desperate need of food

this is gonna be messy as FUCK because i have many thoughts and none are coherent or written down elsewhere so i apologize HEAVILY in advance because this is all off the top of my head but, HERE WE GO

SO AS WE'RE AWARE, POPULAR FANON IS THAT VLADAN DRAKE IS A BITCH ASS MOTHER FUCKER and you know what? i buy into that idea.

anyways baba yaga shows up one day and kicks malistaire's ass in pvp as stated by ravenwood rollcall and cyrus is INSPIRED to become a myth wizard because of that (honestly, iconic). baba yaga decides it's Free Son Estate during whatever amount of time she spends in dragonspyre with the twins after seeing vladan drake being a Bitch but that's a ramble for another post

malistaire ends up staying with sylvia in dragonspyre but after cyrus finishes up his required service in dragonspyre however long that takes i like to think he showed up in polaris first on his grand tour to find baba yaga and he ended up becoming her pupil for some time!

they end up growing pretty close i like to imagine. she'd get on cyrus's case for sitting outside in the freezing cold because even though he's taken up myth magic and studying takes up the majority of his time, painting is still his passion, u know? she supports his endeavors but put on some fucking mittens, drake, you'll end up with frostbite.

like. you know that witch's hut painting and the paintings in baba yaga's office in the arcanum? those were all done by cyrus like thirty-something or whatever (time is weird in this game) years ago. she's kept them to this day.

they kind of had that kind of friendship where they'd rib each other all the time and banter and insult one another especially during cyrus's training. (also, she definitely sent cyrus looking for the infamous truffula leaves.)

eventually she shooed cyrus out off into the spiral, you've learned all you can from this old iceblock, boy, but they kept contact and cyrus would send back postcards and doodles and little trinkets to her throughout his travels like he did for malistaire and sylvia because she was family to him, too.

i think that it got harder to keep contact when cyrus started teaching at ravenwood and they go years without consistent letters. by the year malistaire died, there were no letters at all. they kind of just fell out of contact and got a bit estranged from one another. hence cyrus's line before the YW goes off to polaris,

we don't really seem have any canonical info on their relationship other than whats mentioned in cyrus's dialogue in the polaris prequest and in ravenwood rollcall. this could be interpreted as them having a falling out or something but since my heart can't take that right now i just like to think they slowly fell out of contact.

whatever happened id love to see them make amends / pick up contact again and maybe even see each other again. i know it'd probably never happen in game because the focus is on the player character, of course, but hey, at least we have headcanons and speculation to make the universe feel just that much more whole and the characters that much more real.

this is all probably like 90% incoherent and i'm sorry, i'm not used to writing long HC posts so im just spouting bullshit here probably haha but i'll clean them up at some point. probably. maybe. hopefully. someday. one day. somehow.

#wizard101 #w101 #wizzy101 #cyrus drake #baba yaga #wizard101 headcanons #rambles #i haven't played the game in a while since my membership died and my star trek brainrot TOOK OVER so ill probably be back to revise these #later or ill make a whole new post #thank you for the ask! #asks

[capituloperdido1]

ACOSAS Chp5

Happy Friday Everyone,

I apologize ahead for the short chapter, I've been traveling a lot the last couple of days and have not been able to write as much as i wanted. I promise to come back with 2 chapters next week.

As always, let me know if you have any feedback, or if you want to be added to the list.

Enjoy!

Warnings: sexual language, but other than that pure fluff.

Gwyn's stomach was fluttering as she walked behind the shadowsinger, Azriel's look towards her still piercing her even after five long minutes of walking. She checked herself again, her dress, her shoes, her necklace; she could not see her face but tried to touch and check if there was anything on her face.

Trying to decipher this male was more complicated than all the tasks she had done for Merrill.

The way he had just looked at her was just... lustful.

She had felt his scent changing as he took her in, combined with the intensity of his gaze.

But she still was not going to accept that it was out of attraction, there had to be another explanation. Because Azriel had too much history of tangling himself with far more beautiful women.

Elain... Mor...

She had heard bits and pieces from Nesta about the shadow's singer's love life. She knew from these short conversations that Azriel did not think himself worthy of having someone who chose him first.

She also knew that at the moment, he was pinning over the middle Archeron sister, graceful and wonderful in her own essence.

She could not blame him, from what she had seen of Elain, she was the beauty of the sisters. Her whole presence was light, class, and divinity. Even she would probably fall for Elain if she had the chance.

So there was no way he was looking at her with attraction, she probably had something on her face.

Feeling her stomach flutter even more at the idea of Azriel being attracted to her, she blurred "i read something really interesting today, about the history of Valkyries".

Azriel stopped, waiting for her to catch up to him, "i saw you reading today. I'm sorry i did not pay attention to you earlier"

"No! no please don't worry," she said, grabbing his elbow slightly, "it's not something that important anyway. I mean, the temples were probably destroyed after the Valkyries were ambushed".

"temples?" Azriel looked towards her confused.

She blushed slightly at the sight of his eyes, "right... i should start in the beginning. Basically, Valkyries were training in temples all across Prythian. They each specialized in different forms of training and powers, each court held a temple that would train females of all ages. Once their training was complete, they would be sent to a temple at the border of the Spring and Summer court. They called it Ivor, and it was said to be in a jungle-like environment that allowed only the worthy to pass through. Amanecer told me that this temple held the final test of the Valkyrie, only the women who passed through were considered full Valkyries."

She stopped, afraid she was rambling and talking incoherently.

Azriel looked amazed, "Ivor... I remember Ivor, there were rumors of soldiers who were male that were killed after setting foot there".

Gwyn's eyes opened widely, sometimes she forgot how old he was.

He continued, "it is weird i had forgotten about the temples, i remember Rhys, Cass and i would read about them. Mother.. even Rhy's sister dreamed about training in the temple of the Summer Court".

She smiled sadly, the mention of her high lord's sister squeezing her heart a bit. "So many women could've been warriors, they could've helped the last war", she looked at Azriel, "many of us could've been saved from so many tragedies if we only knew how to defend ourselves".

"There is no doubt in my mind that you would've kicked some Hybern ass out there in the battlefield. Everyone would've been scared shitless of the redhead Valkyrie running towards them", he said jokingly.

She laughed, appreciating his attempt to lighten the mood.

"In all seriousness, besides looking for the trove, we should definitely try to figure out how we can incorporate all of these Valkyrie books in our training. We have expanded in the last couple of months, but i know many more females have heard about you guys and want to train with you. That includes Amanecer" Azriel said.

She blushed, looking down to her hands,  "thank you Azriel, we will. I will make sure every female at least hears about us, and i will help them as much as i can."

The sound of fair music interrupted their conversation, Gwyn directed her view towards the street they were approaching. Stores overwhelmed the view of the road, vendors selling sweets, foods, clothing, armor and art. The smell of fresh fruits and vegetables filled her nose as she took in the sight before her.

The noise, the sight, the smell...

She was actually in a city, it was not Velaris but it was a place where normal people would go to.

She saw a few people walking, living in their own worlds as if nothing could suddenly happen that would change that.

There were only about fifteen walkings, but for Gwyn, that felt like if a pride of people was coming to surround her.

Her throat began to close, her heart racing faster by the second.

Vile rose at her throat, sweat poured through her pores.

She could not breathe, she needed to run away and get to a safe place.

She tried and failed to control her emotions, telling herself that it was fine. That all the people around her would not hurt her.

But she could not stop the panic rising in her body.

She took a step back, ashamed and humiliated.

She could not do it.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

Azriel's eyes were closed, taking in the delicious smell of spices traditional to the Day court. Out of all the things he had missed from visiting Helion, the food was at the top of his list. He remembers the night where Helion would take him walking through the city, feeding him all types of meats, rice, vegetables.

He smiled to himself, remembering when life had been a little easier.

His shadows began swirling fast around him, trying to catch his attention.

Panic, she is in panic.

Mistress is in distress.

She is leaving.

Azriel opened his eyes, turning towards the priestess.

Her brave face had turned into panicked and terrorized as she took steps to retreat from the city. Her eyes were sad, and she seemed to avoid his looks, afraid that he would judge her if she decided not to go through with this.

He extended his arms towards her, "we have two options, you can either tell me to take you back to the palace, and we will try again tomorrow. Or you can take a step forward, grab yourself on to me and look forward."

Her blue eyes shined with tears as she looked at him, hesitant to take that step.

Come on Gwyn, tiptoe if you must, but take a step towards me.

Her eyes widened, and Azriel blushed slightly at the realization that he had said that out loud.

She took one step towards him,

Two

Three

And then she grabbed his arm, looking straight in his eyes.

His shadows began to envelop themselves onto Gwyn, surrounding her arm and holding her.

She smiled again, turning her face and looking forward, "let's do this".

They take a step forward, and soon they are surrounded by the city lights.

Azriel guides her towards the small bookstore that he had visited all those years ago. The owner was an old fae who had collected books from the continent throughout the years, all genres and authors in his small stall.

Not surprisingly, Gwyn ends up almost buying the whole store. Enjoying particularly the romance section.

"This one is definitely Nesta's level of romance," she says, showing him the brown leather book with yellow pages.

"What is it about?" he says.

"A romance between an assassin and the princess" she hands him the book, "look, maybe you will finally read some good literature. Not those boring war books"

He smiles, opens the book in a random chapter, and begins reading.

I couldn’t get enough of him. I was tired and sore but I didn’t care. I didn’t want to sleep. I wanted the ache. I wanted him in me, all the time. His weight on top of me. I wanted to squeeze him in further and further. I wanted to watch his face. I wanted his sweat to drop onto me.

I got on top of him. Letting my breasts touch his face as i held him and put him in. He felt so warm in me.

I'll never forget it.

His face as i took control and he liked it. As i held his hands down and moved on top of him.

Azriel felt heat rising up his cheeks, looking shocked at Gwyn, "all you guys read is smut".

She flushed, noticing the page he now held open. Her face now of regret as she tried to take the book away from him, "that was just a coincidence. If you had opened any other page there would've been romance and adventure. This author writes really passionate romances, it just you don't know anything about romance".

He laughed, extending his arm high up so she would not be able to catch it.

Is that how she likes it? does she like to control? Words screaming in his mind.

He looked down at her neck once again, noticing the pendant moving as she jumped up trying to reach for the book. He noticed the red lips that pouted as she grew frustrated. He noticed the flushed cheeks giving away her shyness and embarrassment.

He stared at her intensely. She looked so flustered, that his mind could not help but wonder if she could be flustered in many other ways. After a kiss to her cheek, or to her mouth, or her neck. After a passionate encounter between them.

She stopped jumping, catching his strong gaze.

Her face became even redder. Which she quickly tried to hide as she looked down and began playing with her hair. Grabbing pieces of hair and tugging them behind her ear.

Azriel's temperature begins to rise at the sight of the smooth skin of her neck, the urge of grabbing it and kissing it overtaking him.

The image of Gwyn grabbing his wrist while on top of him on his mind.

Wait... What, he thinks.

Clearing his throat he extends his arm towards her and gives her the book back, "would you like to walk for a couple more minutes?"

She nods, still flushed and looking everywhere but him.

Idiot, you made her uncomfortable.

"I will take you to a couple more stores before we go, are you comfortable with that?" he asks.

"Y..yeah, it's just a bit chilly now. But i want to keep walking, if that's okay" she says, her voice soft and low.

Without thinking twice, he takes off his leather jacket, placing it around her shoulders.

Gwyn lifts her teal eyes towards him and smiles, "thank you".

They keep walking around the boardwalk, neither of them physically touching each other in fear of making a wrong move. Gwyn stops in a store that sells handicrafts traditional to the Day court. Telling him that she wants to take the chance to buy as many gifts for her friends as possible.

He waits for her outside of the store, as she insisted to go inside by herself.

Sitting on the stairs leading into the small building, Azriel traces his thoughts back to their encounter in front of the bookstore.

He had been feeling pressure in his heart, ashamed and angry at himself for making her uncomfortable.

He had lost control over his feelings, letting his mind play dirty thoughts with someone who was most likely not interested in any sexual activity.

But his mind also took him to her beautiful face, the way she seemed to shine every time she looked at him. The way the necklace highlighted the divinity of the priestess. The way her red hair looked during the day. The way her eyes changed shades during sunrise, sunset, at night.

Something in him wanted more, he wanted to see what she looked like when she slept when she awoke in the morning.

He wanted to inspect her completely, find out if she had freckles anywhere else besides her face. He wanted to taste her lips and find out if they tasted as sweet as they looked.

Sighing, Azriel grabbed his hair and looked towards the floor, frustrated and now even more angry with his selfish mind.

He was lusting after the priestess, while had unresolved issues with two females who he had also lusted over.

Elain and Mor, the two women who he could not have.

What made him think that someone like Gwyn would ever choose him?

She had to know, Nesta would've told her.

Told her how much he had hurt Elain, how Mor had done horrible things just to keep him away from her. How he had pushed his feelings onto them without thinking about the women he claimed to love.

Both Elain and Mor deserved so much better.

Gwyn deserved someone better, not him.

He could never be what they needed, his past had been clear enough.

He was destined to love but never receive love back, he was destined to hurt, destined to be alone.

"Azriel?" her sweet voice came to his ears.

Mother, he was obsessed, even hearing her while daydreaming about her.

"Azriel" sounded again.

The light and soft pressure of her hands on his arms startled him.

He looked up, finding the female looking at him with worry.

"are you alright?" she said

He quickly stood, "y...yeah I'm sorry, i was falling asleep", he lied.

She smiled, extending a paper bag towards him, "well we can head home after you open this".

A small pearl bracelet of blues and whites welcomed him once he opened the bag. White, teal, and navy blue pearls cold and smooth as he touched them.

"I know you probably won't always use it, but I wanted to give it to you, as a thank you for everything you have done for me," she said, flushing slightly.

Azriel's heart threatened to beat out of his chest, a knot forming in his throat.

No, I definitely do not deserve her. He thought.

"I will wear it, every single day," he said, putting the bracelet in his scarred hands.

She smiled, "Want me to put it on you?" extending her hands towards him.

He nods, looking at her smooth skin touching the imperfections of his hands. Looking at how the beautiful bracelet contrasted with the horrors of his skin.

"Beautiful," she said.

-.-.-.-.-.-

Neither of them said anything else as they walked back to the castle, both seemed too busy in their own minds to concern themselves with conversation.

They parted ways, promising each other to sleep only a few hours before meeting for their next challenge.

They go into their rooms, falling on their beds and closing their eyes as they hold on to that new piece of each other.

Gwyn smells the male she loves, covering herself with his jacket as she falls into a deep sleep.

Azriel touches the pearls, his mind imagining each color and what it represents. The navy blue of his siphons, which had and will dust anyone who might hurt her. White of her robes, the purity, and innocence of her heart. Teal of her beautiful eyes, that always looked at him so hopeful, so happy, so proud.

Even though the nightmares came, even though they were even more horrible than the ones before.

Neither of them noticed.

Whether by their exhaustion or by what they held so tightly, the couple awoke unaware of the terrors their mind just had endured.

Their only thought was each other.

TAGLIST: @imsointobooks @gwynkyrie @trashforazriel @meher-sumedha

Chapter 6

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[ichikunimagines]

Do you want to be something more, Ichimatsu-kun?

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I AM SO SORRY THAT MAJORITY OF MY FICS ARE ICHIMATSU X READER!! BUT PERSONALLY I THINK IT’S A POWER MOVE BC I LOVE WRITING HIM ✨✨❤️

[10.3.2020]

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You and Ichimatsu had been friends for a while, both meeting through Osomatsu and then everything else played out from there. It took a bit of time for you to become aquainted, even. The both of you were reserved and didn’t enjoy speaking out about their emotions, but you were more lively around people you were comfortable with.

Skipping to now, the both of you always hung out and easily stormed up vanilla conversations. And as the story goes, the both of you developed feelings. Along with Osomatsu, whom you’re also friends with, takes note in Ichimatsu’s slightly different behavior around you. He’d notice how he’d somehow always bring you up in a conversation and have a noticeable blush while he zoned out. Being the nosey older brother that he is, he asks Ichimatsu about it.

“Hey, Ichimatsu.” He turned to Ichimatsu, who was crouched in the corner of the living room. He grunted in response, acknowledging Osomatsu. “You’re good friends with Y/N, right?” Ichimatsu slightly tensed. “I wouldn’t say that.. They always hang around me.” There was a slight pause as Osomatsu stared at him with a blank face.

“Do you like Y/N?”

Ichimatsu fully tensed and jumped back in reflex. “Eh? What the hell are you talking about?” His voice seemed normal and calm, but his body said otherwise. “Ah~ Ichimachan’s first crush!” Ichimatsu grunted at the nickname. “And Y/N out of all people! I’m not suprised, though!” Osomatsu laughed.

More silence.

“You didn’t answer my question, though~” Osomatsu broke the silence with a sly grin. Jesus, just a few minutes ago he seemed sweet towards his brother and now he’s gonna try to nag his way for an answer. Ichimatsu groaned and avoided eye contact. “..Maybe I do.” He mumbled softly in a flustered voice. “AHA! I knew it!” Osomatsu pointed a finger at him and stood in pride. Shit. Ichimatsu had let his guard down just at the thought of Y/N, he kept cursing himself as an idiot.

He didn’t know if he should start threatening him to beat him up if he told anyone or just pray that he wouldn’t care enough to tell Y/N, but he choice option A. He immediately got up and pinned Osomatsu to the wall by the collar of his sweater. “Tell Y/N or anyone about this, and I’ll make you wish you were never born.” Osomatsu shuddered at his menacing aura, quickly nodding his head. Once Ichimatsu let go, Osomatsu stood on his knees and sighed. “Jeez, Ichimatsu. It’s not nice to threaten your niisan like that..” He rubbed his nose. “Besides, I wasn’t going to tell anyone anyways.” Ichimatsu glanced back at him, “..You weren’t?” Osomatsu smiled and nodded. “Besides, why would I do that when Ichimatsu can do it himself!” He boasted.

Ichimatsu laughed. No response. Wait, that wasn’t a joke? His laughter died down as realization dawned on him. Just thinking about telling Y/N what he truly thought of them and all of his fantasies and scenarios he’d always imagine in his head was giving him a heart attack. Telling them that he loved them with all his heart and wanting to hold them while planting kisses down their cheek. Shit. There’s no time for imaging hopeless scenarios like that, they were only friends and that’ll only be that way until they drift apart and forget about eachother completely. Well, at least that’s how Ichimatsu always imagined how their friendship would end.

“Ichimachan~! You there?” Osomatsu was waving his hand in front of Ichimatsu, deep in thought. “I- I have to go-“ Ichimatsu stuttered in embarrassment and stood up to leave. He just needed some time to himself to clear his mind. If only Y/N was with him to keep him company. Speaking of Y/N, he realized they were right there, sitting on a park bench looking down at their phone. He gulped as his fantasies about them began to bubble in his mind, pervy ones included. He awkwardly shifted towards the park bench until he grunted to get Y/N’s attention.

They looked up and smiled brightly at them as soon as they made eye contact. “Ichimatsu-kun!” Oh how much he loved to hear them say his name, but also one day praying to god that they’ll drop the honorific and only call him Ichimatsu. He pulled up the masked up to his nose before speaking. “Do you want to come to an alleyway with me? I wanted to see the cats today..” That may have been a half lie, he really did want to see the cats and he was only outside to clear his mind. They smiled and gave a sound of approval, getting up and walking alongside them.

Normally silence was normal between you two, but to Ichimatsu it was painfully awkward. He was still thinking about what his brother said and all of his made up scenarios floating around his head. The pair made it to the alleyway and crouched down on the concrete floor. “Did you not bring any food today, Ichimatsu-kun?” He let out a soft “No.” They hummed and didn’t ask any farther.

“You know what Osomatsu-kun said to me yesterday?” You chuckled recalling the memory. Ichimatsu nodded, wanting to know what he said. “He said that we’d make a good couple, ahaha.” You laughed and Ichimatsu let out an uncomfortable squeak. You looked at him concerningly. “You okay, Ichimatsu-kun?” He desperately avoided eye contact. “J-Just fine..!” He still squirmed in his voice. “Sorry if that made you uncomfortable, I just thought it was a bit funny.” Ichimatsu relaxed a bit to your calm voice.

“Say, what do you think of me, Ichimatsu-kun?” You turned to look at him, making eye contact. He tilted his head in confusion. “What do you mean?” You slightly blushed, but said it easily enough. “Well, I mean..” you coughed.

“Do you like me more as a friend, Ichimatsu-kun?”

Holy shit, is he having a stroke and a heart attack? Is his kidney failing or something? He felt like his entire system was going to shut down, he was shaking at this point. You took note of it and immediately apologized. “O-Oh my god! I’m so sorry if it makes you that anxious! I-I’ll just take it as a no, forget I said anything.” You took one of his hands worried and he tensed up even more. You carefully rubbed the palm of his (sweaty) hand with your thumb. Surprisingly, it calmed him down, his heart was still beating fast and he felt like he was running a marathon.

“You know, if you liked me more than a friend, I wouldn’t be weirded out..” He looked up at you in awe, were you an angel? “..I’d be more happy if you said yes, to be honest..” You were beet red at this point, what the hell were you even saying?! Ichimatsu’s blush grew, he knew he was supposed to finally admit that he liked them but he was speechless. All he could muster was incoherent flustered rambles and “I”. “I-I-I mean.. Uh.. Er.”

“Ichimatsu-kun.” You looked at him dead in the eye. You looked so serious that it slightly scared him

“I need you to answer yes or no, I’m not taking incoherent mutters this time.” A deep part of Ichimatsu was extremely turned on by you being so assertive. “I like you, Ichimatsu-kun. There’s only one thing I need to know.” You took a deep breath

.

.

.

“Do you like me?”

Ichimatsu was about to have a heart attack, his entire brain is in total shutdown mode. Did you really jusy say that you liked him? Where was he? Was he dreaming? There was a long gap of silence. You held his hand tighter. “Please.. Answer...” Finally, Ichimatsu finally got the words out of his tightened throat.

“Y-Yes..” He wanted to dive into your arms from embarrassment, but decided to just never meet your eyes. You smiled and leaned closer to him. “Really?” Ichimatsu turned his head and protested. “O-Of course I do! You mean so much to me!” Ah, he just made a fool of himself again. At this point he didn’t even care and shakily lowered himself in the crook of your neck. “I-I’m really happy, you know that?” You softly pet his hair and rub his back in circles. You leaned into his ear and spoke “I’ve been wanting to call you my boyfriend for a while, Ichimatsu..”

This is the best day of Ichimatsu’s life. With all of the pent up emotions inside of him, he started to sob uncontrollably. You quietly shushed in his ear and gave small words of comfort. Ichimatsu had finally confessed his feelings and you felt the same, for trash like him compared to a goddess like you? Never in a million years, but I guess miracles do happen sometimes. In between the hics and sobs, Ichimatsu breathed out everything he’s been wanting to tell them.

“I-I’ve always.. W-Wanted you to—“ He sniffed” “Call me Ichimatsu without an honorific..” You blushed and planted a subtle kiss on his scalp. “A-And sometimes I stay awake thinking a-about you, k-kissing you and holding your hand—“ That was all about you could hear until he went back to sobbing uncontrollably.

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“Happy Anniversary, Ichimatsu~!” You gave him a heartfelt hug and he smiled. “Remember how shy you were when you confessed to me?” You smirked. “It was so cute~” You cooed and cuddled up to him. “D-Don’t talk about that, it’s embarrassing to think about..” You snicked and pulled back to pull out an assortment of medium sized to mini boxes of gifts, a fix of hand made and purchased items. Ichimatsu was already used to feeling like shit whenever you showed off the gifts you got him, but he alsays got reassurance that you’d still love what he got you either way. You both landed onto the couch in a giggle mess, with Ichimatsu softly planting kisses all over your face and a tender one on your lips.

“I can’t believe I’m with someone like you..” He looked at you with love struck eyes, you smiled. “You’re just as important to me, too.” He cupped your face and gave you another kiss. “A-Am I seriously married to you?” He stuttered as he suddenly remembers that you two are now married. “Of course we are, dummy. I’m lucky to call you my husband.” Ichimatsu slides his hands down your hips as if you’re made out of glass. “I love you, Y/N. I would die for you.. I want you to know I cherish you so much and I’d never want to hurt you..” He starts to tear up and kiss his spouse again. The both of them giggled and spent the night continuously reciting their deep and utter love they felt towards each other.

“I’ll still never forget how cute you were when you confessed to me~”

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Never mind that, that’s all in the future and unbeknownst to the current Ichimatsu, sobbing and crying tears of joy. Ichimatsu would have never thought you two would ever date, marriage was a sacrificial wish if he wanted that.

But, right now,

Matsuno Ichimatsu was happy.

#ichimatsu+x+reader #ichimatsu x reader #mr osomatsu #osomatsu san imagine #ososan imagine #matsuno ichimatsu #ichimatsu matsuno #x reader #oneshot #fanfic #fanfiction #osomatsu san #osomatsu matsuno

[benedictscanvas]

the future is bright (with you, my dear) - spencer reid x reader

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: Mentions of death, serial killers, the general criminal minds stuff but nothing graphic

A/N: Okay, so, confession: this is very self-indulgent! I’m not very well, but desperately wanted to get something out to you so I’m sorry if the quality isn’t up to scratch! But I just wanted to write something super fluffy and comforting that could just wrap me up in a nice soft blanket. Hope you enjoy! :)

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(ways to say i love you) number 16 = “it’s okay, i couldn’t sleep anyway”

The ticking of the clock in the hotel room was unrelenting. It wormed its way into your brain and stayed there, until you were hearing it echoing in your head and you didn’t even know whether it was real anymore. Eventually, after minutes, hours, you didn’t know, you huffed as you got out of bed and took the clock off the wall, taking it into the bathroom and putting it in the tub.

When you returned to bed and you could still hear it, it was only a few minutes before you returned to the bathroom and took the batteries out. You threw them in the tub angrily and practically stomped back into your bed like a child might.

The case was slow. Agonisingly so. You’d been here for days and yet you still felt no closer to catching the unsub than you were when you began, despite having three more dead bodies left in the woods since then. Some of you were tired, some of you were cranky and some of you were just pissed off. You found yourself a mixture of all three.

It was all swirling around in your mind, and you could swear you could still hear that damn ticking, so you only heard the knocking the third time it happened and a soft utterance of your name accompanied it. You recognised the voice, and it was the only thing that had you hopping out of bed, grabbing your long cardigan from the peg and wrapping it around yourself, only wearing a tank top and shorts in the hot climate.

When you opened the door, Spencer was already halfway down the corridor.

“Spence,” you hissed, watching him wince and turn around, “Are you okay?”

“I’m so sorry, Y/N, did I wake you?” he whispered and you smiled as you shook your head, beckoning him into your room so you could talk properly. Rossi, who was currently in the pissed off stage of the case, would only come out of the room and glare at the two of you if you stayed in the corridor any longer.

Instead, he followed you inside, still murmuring his apologies even after you’d sat him down on the end of the bed next to you. You crossed your legs on the bed and wrapped your cardigan tighter around yourself against the chill of the cheap hotel.

“Spencer, seriously,” you said, resting a hand on his forearm to stop his mumbled rambling, “It’s okay. I couldn’t sleep anyway.”

He paused at that and tilted his head in that adorable manner he sometimes did.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, just can’t sleep. This case is…”

You trailed off but he nodded. He understood. He always did. People thought he didn’t always understand people, didn’t always pick up on things but in your experience? He picked up on your cues before anyone else, understood you better than anyone else. Best friends ever since you’d joined the BAU together, inseparable on and off cases: if there was anyone you wanted at your door when you couldn’t sleep, it was Spence.

“I know,” he said sympathetically, placing a hand over yours on his arm. He glanced behind him and looked back to you, a newly amused smile on his face, “Where’s your clock?”

You bit your the inside of your cheek.

“Never had one,” you lied, unconvincingly. It wasn’t your best work.

“All the rooms have one, Y/N,” he said, eyebrows raised as he stared at you. You muttered your answer incoherently, “What was that?”

‘It’s in the bath, okay?” you said exasperatedly, pouting, “That stupid ticking was driving me to distraction.”

He chuckled at you, shaking his head fondly.

“Of course it’s in the bath.”

“Anyway,” you said pointedly, “What are you doing awake? And here?”

His gaze was cast downward almost immediately, and you frowned. You squeezed his arm a little, because you were still holding onto it. You didn’t have the heart to let go, but luckily neither did he. It was nice to have a bit of human contact amongst all the human misery you saw day to day.

“I don’t know,” he said weakly, shrugging his shoulders, “I was just lying there staring at the ceiling and...well, I had a feeling you might be too.”

Now he was lying to you, but he was seriously trying to. It was a serious lie. Your frown only got worse, the lines of your face deepening. Now you did have the heart to, so you removed your hand from his arm and leaned back away from him.

“Spencer, why are you really here?” you said, the room changing all at once, but you added with soft eyes, “You never have to lie to me, you know?”

He was biting his lip and you just wanted to reach up and and pull it away from his teeth, run your fingers gently over his jawline, smooth out all the worry lines he’d gained since you met him. Sometimes, you wished he hadn’t seen everything he had seen, wished you could save him from it all. But sometimes, you also wished you could kiss him. Some things weren’t meant to be.

“I know,” he said guiltily, “Sorry. It’s stupid, though, and I don’t want you to think I can’t handle the case or that I’m not thinking clearly or-”

“I can guarantee that whatever your reason for knocking on my door, I’m not going to think anything like that. Ever, Spence.”

He looked at you with a look in his eye that you recognised as love. You knew it to be the completely platonic kind, but it made butterflies stir up a frenzy in your stomach regardless.

Ironically, platonic friendship was one of the furthest things from Spencer’s mind in that moment, but there was no way for you to know that.

“Okay,” he relented, “You know how me and Rossi went to the crime scene today? Well, when we pulled the sheet back from Shelly Peterson’s body there was a moment...well, it was such a stupid moment because I knew you were back at the station and we’d spoken on the phone not five minutes prior but-”

You sighed gently.

“She looked like me?” you interjected, nothing but kindness in your tone, none of the teasing he might have worried about or the wrinkled nose at the stupidity of his thoughts. None of that.

“She did,” there were tears gathering in his eyes and you had to will yourself not to cry right along with him, “A-and I just...I haven’t really seen you since because we were working on separate parts of the profile so I couldn’t sleep until I-”

He wasn’t finishing his sentences. It wasn’t unlike him sometimes, when he was a little shaken up, but it still worried you each and every time. You were so used to him being eloquent, beautifully so, speaking at a hundred miles an hour but still making more sense than people who spoke ten times slower. When he lost the ability to speak fully coherently, you knew he was really fighting an mental battle.

“Until you came and saw me?” you finished for him again, knowing he wouldn’t mind. They were words he couldn’t bring himself to say, but also ones that he needed you to know. You would happily say them for him if necessary, “Spencer, that’s not stupid.”

You had noticed your resemblance to the victim earlier that day too, but hadn’t said anything. JJ had given you a look but you’d brushed her off quickly, not wanting to draw attention to it in front of the team. They must have noticed too, it was hard not to, but nobody said anything. It went unspoken. For you, though, it had only been in pictures and you could imagine you might have reacted a little differently had you actually been at the scene like Spence.

“It felt stupid,” he said quietly, “I think Rossi thought I was losing it. I just kept...staring at her. And I knew she was Shelly Peterson, of course I did, but it felt like I was staring right at your dead body. Y/N, I don’t think I can ever do that for real. No, actually, I know I could never do that, I’m not capable, I think- I think it would kill me.”

His words were chilling. His voice got louder as he started finishing his sentences again. It was as if he was so determined never to have that nightmare become reality that he had to tell you now, he had to tell you right this second that there was no scenario in which you were allowed to die.

“Well, that’s okay,” you said confidently, not being able to help yourself when you reached up and took his chin between your thumb and forefinger, begging him to make eye contact with you, “Because I’m not going anywhere, Dr Reid, and neither are you. You’re not allowed to. I won’t have it.”

“But-”

“Nope,” you stopped him, because his thoughts were consuming him and you desperately wanted to bring him back to you, to this moment, here in the hotel room where the two of you were safe. Where the two of you were together. “Creating geographical profiles side by side, that’s how we’re going to live out the rest of our days. We’re going to go to crime scenes and trade theories away from the group if we’re not sure about them. We’re going to force each other to get a few hours sleep on the jet whenever we can.”

“Yeah?” his voice was still timid, but now it sounded like he was simply getting more overwhelmed with every sentence you spoke. You swallowed the sentimental lump in your throat and continued on, reluctantly letting go of his chin now that he’d dared to look at you.

“Yeah. We’re going to spend weekends together. In the park. At my apartment, at your apartment. We’re going to sit at our desks across from each other in the bullpen every day. Chat as we do paperwork. Get each other coffee. Eventually, I’m going to learn that however much sugar I put in will never be enough.”

“Would be great if you learnt that sooner rather than later,” he joked with a chuckle, even though there were more tears in his eyes. You swatted his arm playfully, your own choked laughter filling the small room.

“We’re going to be as old as Rossi one day, with a few grey hairs, and there will be new FBI recruits that ask each other in hushed voices, ‘Is that Doctor Reid and Agent Y/L/N? I’ve read all of their books!’ and we’ll sign a few of them if they’re lucky,” you explained, feeling a few tears of your own surfacing as you imagined Spencer with grey hairs around his temple.

You could picture him, years in the future, walking over to you on the jet and sitting down with that small groan that Rossi let out quite often when he sat down, a customary groan that slightly older people seem to do even if nothing hurts and nothing is stiff. Spencer would groan as he sat down and you would laugh at him, tease him for being too old for all this now, and he’d remind you of this very moment.

“We’re going to co-write books?” he said dreamily and you knew he was picturing scenario after scenario of your future now too. You hoped it might get the image of your dead body out of his mind, at least for a while, replace it with images of you laughing at his ridiculous philosophical jokes just because he thought they were funny.

“We are indeed,” you hummed happily.

“How do you make our job sound so...romantic?”

You hadn’t expected that, but you tried not to let it show on your face. Instead you just furrowed your brows in confusion and hoped he didn’t see the fear in your eyes at the prospect of being found out.

“Romantic?”

“Yeah,” he said, seemingly unfazed by what he was saying, “We have one of the worst jobs in the world, see more evil than most people will ever even hear about, but you make it sound like we’re going to live out this...romantic ideal.”

You took a deep breath.

“Our job is awful...basically all the time, I know. But I suppose, on the occasion that it isn’t awful, it’s usually either because we save someone or because- well, because you’re around.”

Spencer paused, staring at you and your gaze drifted down to his lips before snapping back upwards again. He saw that. Definitely. Your tone had changed, but he was the one who had mentioned romance, so you were only following his lead, you told yourself.

Was he closer than he had been a second ago? Your mind was playing tricks on you. When he spoke, his voice was breathy and barely there.

“Sounds pretty r-romantic to me.”

You held your breath.

“Is that a good thing?”

Please say yes. Please say yes. Please say yes.

“I think you missed some stuff out of our future,” he said and all you could think was that he hadn’t said no, not yet, and that if he was about to let you down gently then you weren’t sure you would cope, “I know we’re going to work together for the rest of our lives. Create profiles and catch killers and write books. But I’m also...I’m also going to love you for the rest of our lives. Do you think we could fit that in?”

You exhaled slowly, just so he wouldn’t hear how shaky it was. Your grin was infectious, clearly, because he was grinning too, you could see it through tear-blurred vision. You wouldn’t answer his question directly, he hadn’t answered yours after all, but you spoke up quickly to make sure he had no doubt about your answer.

“We could...go on coffee dates?”

“Movie marathons under mountains of blankets?”

“Kissing in the rain?”

“Kissing under the stars.”

“Kissing everywhere.”

“Moving in together?”

“Getting a dog? A cat?”

“Getting down on one knee?”

Voices growing softer and softer, the questions soon melted away into the dim glow of the hotel room and the future felt closer than it ever had before as you shared your first kiss.

(and your second, and your third, and your…)

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tags: @justkurotingz @yes-sir-hotchner​

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #criminal minds x reader #Criminal Minds #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds fluff #spencer x reader

[voiceless-terror]

You don't have to answer, but I would love to know how Jon and Martin got together in the ADHD Jon universe you have?? Don't want to bother you if it's something you would rather keep to yourself.

I am never bothered by people asking about my headcanons/fics!! Apologies if this is incoherent, but here’s my thoughts on that (might have to write this into a fic, who knows). Also I’m going to start tagging these/my already posted fics for this with ‘adhd jon au’ for anyone who wants to ignore my rambles. Some of this will go under a read more because I apparently have more thoughts about it than expected.

-So the AU takes place in an everyone lives/nobody dies scenario, because I do what I want. The first fic (The Art of Conversation) ends with Martin’s b-day, where he’s encouraging him to go on with his little emulsifiers info-dump and they get more ice cream and go for a walk, because no one likes rum raisin, lets be real. 

-Jon is pretty much on cloud nine for the rest of the day because someone showed him kindness and didn’t tell him to shut up. His internal monologue is basically ‘Martin...friend? Martin...nice????’ but he quickly shuts this down because he’s so used to the ‘im annoying, anyone who lets me talk is just indulging me, martin got me ice cream at the end to shut me up’ even though thats very much not the case

-ALSO since Martin first met Jon, he was instantly like ‘this is my type, smol and grumpy’ but the crush was very superficial and not something he’d ever think of acting on

-So their relationship goes back to what we see in canon, a lot of sniping and exaggerated bits of nastiness from Jon, who’s very overwhelmed and doesn’t know how to handle his stress. Martin’s not pleased with this, obviously, and it leads to a lot of very awkward conversations/anger on both of their parts

-But all things considered, Martin is still very concerned with doing his job and doing it well, because he’s got the CV situation and feels the need to prove himself, and that includes making sure his boss doesn’t die. So he brings him tea, little snacks, though most of the time Jon isn’t paying attention. Whenever he finds Jon pacing in his office or in the break room, he won’t interrupt him but will move obstacles out of the way, adjust chairs and such so he doesn’t fall and break his neck. 

-Prentiss incident happens, and Jon gets super worried and texts him almost incessantly the first few days (he has a routine now!! That routine includes Martin! He’s very off-kilter) but when he gets weird responses, he automatically assumes he’s being annoying and Martin doesn’t want to talk to him, which leads to the original canon two week siege

-Martin busts in, guns blazing, worms out, disprove THIS! But Jon is just so happy to see him that he immediately hugs him, worms and all, and Martin just short circuits. He tells Jon his statement, Jon offers the archive, and Martin has his ‘oh’ moment of ‘I think I really like this man.’ Meanwhile Jon gets very into making the Archives as livable as he can for Martin- making a ‘check-in’ list for all the Martin-needs (because he knows how hard it is to be thrown off your routine and he doesn’t want that for Martin)

-Martin is very thrown-off by this- Jon?? Caring?? But he’s so incredibly endeared to this tiny mess of a man trying to make his life better. They start getting closer, because Jon’s at the institute all the time and Martin obviously can’t leave. And then one day when Martin’s bringing him tea he stumbles upon him asleep at his desk over that handwritten Martin list he’s made 

-Martin is just very overcome with feelings and when Jon wakes up he immediately asks Jon out for dinner, making it very clear that ‘this is a date. I am asking you on a date’ because he’s tired of miscommunication and knows Jon needs things very clearly laid out for him, or else he starts doubting himself. And now Jon’s flustered, because ‘hot assistant who is basically living with me wants to go on a date??? He...like me??? Soft warm good Martin???’ and Jon has his ‘oh’ moment and the rest is history

And there are my thoughts!! Which are subject to change, of course. But that’s the background I’ve imagined for them in this scenario.

#my writing #my headcanons #tma #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #adhd jon au #jonmartin #this is LONG and im SORRY #Anonymous

[lunatic-fandom-space]

Ranting about Jaune killing Penny and also rambling about VRAINS a bit

Greetings ladies, gents and other friends! I just had A Thought and now Im unreasonably angry and need to rant. Unlike in previous posts, I wont really explain anything because I just need to get this out of my system as fast as possible, so if you need me to elaborate just ask, I would be happy to explain some shit. Also apologies in advance for probably being a bit incoherent.

Oh god there are so many issues I have with Pennys death but the biggest one was definitely that Jaune just had to be the one to kill her! Like, Im not gonna say Jaune is a self-insert even though he is because thats not a legitimate critisism because SIs are not inherently bad. But jesus f u c k the writers are far too attached to this stupid bitchboy!! I dont even understand why!

Like, I get that the typical Heroes Journey is easier to write but if its just that then why not Oscar? Hes not the main character either obviously, but hes actually somewhat interesting simply by virtue of having Oz around.

Hey, you know that tweet where Miles Luna was like "hehehehehe this volume is truly ending in a darling massacre!"?

Uh, yeah, where the fuck is it? Jaune is arguably the biggest writer-darling and hes not only alive and well, but GOING WITH THE ACTUAL PROTAGONISTS TO A COMPLETELY ISOLATED MAGIC BEACH LAND

The only thing that got massacred this volume was Pennys arc tbh

This was like, the big defining moment of the volume where A Beloved Character is killed off by one of our protagonists for Tragedys Sake, and literally all I felt was annoyence because it was Jaune instead of, oh i dunno, THE ACTUAL TITULAR PROTAGONIST RUBY ROSE???

And for the love of god, if I have to hear that stupid defense thats like "oH iT wOuLd Be OuT oF cHaRaCtEr" I will literally burst into flames out of anger. Luckily I havent heard it in a while because everyone seems to have gotten mostly over it, and honestly, me even bringing this up is kinda beating a dead horse at this point but fuck it. This dead meat deserves to be beat! Like

Like

Hey, heyheyheyheyheyheyheyh ey hey.

Hey

You know who else has a kinda goofy AI friend that they would usually never ever hurt because they mean so much to them, but is then forced to do so anyway?

Yusaku "The fucking Playmaker" Fujiki

Like, dude, thats literally part of what makes the final duel so incredibly heartwrenchinh!! The fact that Yusaku still loved Ai, still saw him as his Friend and Partner (HIS PARTNER) but had no choice but to defeat him anyway. Why would you not want this?!? Why would you rather have Vomitboy, who had NO interactions with Penny, to kill her instead?

I literally blacked out for more than half of VRAINS when I first watched it and I still havent rewatched it, and I have felt infinitely more during those final episodes than the entirety of V8, because it wasnt just that Yusaku and Ai dueled and Ai basically died; it was that Ai turned to villainy during the last part, it was that Yusaku still seemed somewhat hesitant in some ways, despite the fact that losing meant certain death, it was the fact that Ai set up this messed up suicide trap to begin with, it was Ai asking Yusaku to merge conciousnesses with him because he still wanted to exist in some form, it was the fact once Ai was defeated, Yusaku still got to hold him and tell him that his name means 'love' and cry and Ai got to say that he loved Yusaku and also cry and ugh.

Man its just. Much sad. Very feelings. Would not recommend, but will watch again. Twice, atleast, if everything goes according to plan.

But anyway, the point I was trying to make here was, you cant just kill a beloved character and expect that alone to make an impact. The context is just as, if not more more, important as the death itself. Even more so in a series like YGO or RWBY, where (permanent) deaths are very rare.

If a character dies and Im meant to feel sad because a characters dead but Im too busy being annoyed at the writing afound the scene, you failed as a writer. Hell, if I, as an audience member, am even conciously thinking about the writers during the series AT ALL, thats a failure.

Like, jesus fuck, imagine writing what I assume to be a YA-series only to have less good writing than one of the fucking card game anime, all of which are aimed at like, twelve year olds.

So yeah, in conclusion: Jaune Arc? More like Jaune Shouldve Died During The Fall Of Beacon With Or Instead Of Phyrrah And Ren's Semblence Being Able To Mask So Many People All Of A Sudden Should've Been Handwaved With A Line That Implies Ren Having Trained His Semblence A Lot Recently

Thank you for coming to my rant, I am much less angry now and will probably have a fine day

#rwby rant #rwde #anti jaune arc #ygo vrains spoilers

[onisiondrama]

Onision: IRL EP: 1 - Onision’s Response videos summary Part 5

“Shiloh Admits Homewrecking Onision Was A Fantasy Come True For Her During Incoherent Ramblings” (14 of 21)

Doc has a fake texting convo between James and Shiloh. James asks, “You up for a call tonite?” Shiloh replies, “ALWAYS :) ♥♥♥” In reply to the fake conversation, James asks, “what the hell is that?” He says he doesn’t text people “tonite” and says they need actual screen shots.

The fake conversations concludes with James saying. “Can’t wait ;)” James asks why he would do a “can’t wait winky face?”

Shiloh says the sexual conversations they would have were never about sex, but her curiosities toward sex. James asks, “your sexual conversations about sex weren’t about sex?” He puts the full quote on screen:

He says that makes no sense. James says he does not recall conversations about sex and doesn’t know why they would talk about sex. He says Shiloh is admitting she is talking to a married man about her curiosities about sex. He says she was the one that was curious so she’s implying she was the one initiating the conversations with a married man. He calls her a homewrecker.

Shiloh says when James told her he was getting a divorced it shocked her, but it was more like a fairytale that he would go to such lengths for her. He says she thinks being a homewrecker is a fairytale.

I took that as they weren’t have like dirty talk, but he would answer her questions about sex. 🤷‍♀️ Idk, what she said makes sense to me.

Is he really out here calling her a homewrecker when he’s been saying for years his first marriage was just “friends with benefits” and he moved on so fast to Shiloh because there was no love and intimacy in his marriage? 🙄 She was just his excuse to leave. He’s even said he tried leaving Skye earlier that year, but didn’t go through with it. What did she wreck?

“Shiloh Caught Stone-Cold Lying About Onision on Discovery + Documentary” (15 of 21)

Doc shows a clip from the old video “Ignorant Assumptions” where Shiloh and James say Shiloh was famous before him. James says he’s dating a pop star. Shiloh (in her doc interview) says that was the end of her career right there. She stopped touring, writing, going to the studio. James says that’s not true. He says, “let’s look at Shiloh’s career.” He plays a clip from a song they made together about dying of AIDs. The caption says, “Shiloh performing in my studio, singing, obviously while we were together... wah wah.” He says the song was hilarious and the video looked like fun.

He shows a clip from ET Canada where Shiloh was in the studio with Damon Elliott in 2011. He says he was dating her when that happened. He laughs and says she stone cold lied. The ET Canada clip continues and she talks about how she would write music. James points out she wrote things while they were together.

He says this is why you don’t challenge him. He has receipts. In the ET Canada clip, Shiloh says “you never work a day in your life if you’re doing what you love and I’m definitely doing what I love.” He says she’s definitely doing what she loves while dating Onision? He says older Shiloh should meet younger Shiloh so they could get their stories straight.

He shows emails from Damon Elliott. One is from 2012, right after he broke up with Shiloh. Damon says he wants to do a skit with him again. One from 6 years after, Damon says “Hey bro. I miss u.” He says her own music producer took his side over her. He says Damon knew her personally and described her as “evil.”

He shows another email where Damon apologized to him. He shows a flight reservation for when Shiloh and himself flew to a music studio. It shows they were book to fly from Seattle to LA on May 3, 2011 and LA to Seattle on May 10, 2011. He says it was to LA so Shiloh could record on a daily basis. He says this is why you keep receipts, so when someone tries to make a slanderous documentary you can prove they are full of crap and a pathological liar. He says this is confirmed slander.

The ET Canada clip was from the very beginning of their relationship. James did not even introduce her to his audience at that point. Her hair was that red color in February 2011. They had only been secretly dating since the end of December 2010.

The AIDs song is not an example of Shiloh recording a song for her music career. That was for his Youtube channel and they recorded it in his home, which he calls his studio. 

The flights were dated May 2011. Again, this is very early in their relationship. He just introduced her to his audience in April.

“Shiloh Onision Candy Corn Video DEBUNKED - Onision: In Real Life Documentary is a Fraud” (16 of 21)

The documentary shows the video “I Was Drugged” that James and Shiloh made. James plays the Joker and finds a drugged out Shiloh. James asks if the documentary just proposed if that was a serious video? He says they didn’t give any context. He says it’s a false narrative. He shows clips from the sketch it to prove it’s a dark comedy video. He shows she is dressed as Harley Quinn at the end of the video. He says the same makeup as the video where Shiloh jokes he cut her ear when he didn’t. He says people were freaking out about it when the blood was obviously fake. He says he threw candy corn when they were done with the sketch. He says when he said, “you know this video will never be online” was obviously a joke because they put the video online right after that. “No one will know how much I abuse you. It’s ridiculous you think you’ll be successful.” He says he was dressed as the Joker and tells someone dressed as Harley Quinn that he abuses her.

He shows bloopers to show Shiloh was not upset and it was a joke. The clip shows Shiloh laughing as James says, “you gunna cry? You gonna be super sad?” in a silly voice. His face is super close to hers. Shiloh tries to kiss him. James points it’s the exact same background and costumes. He says recent Shiloh doesn’t remember younger Shiloh and a story got made up along the way.

A clip from the doc shows Chris Hansen interviewing Repzion with Vincent blurred out. James says the dude at the top now hates Hansen and exchanged countless emails with him about how much he hates Hansen. He shows emails from Vincent.

James shows a tweet accusing Repzion of grooming his girlfriend from the age of 12. James says he has no idea what that’s about, but Repzion is accused of grooming. James says you can’t tell a 12 year old to come back when they are of age. He calls Repzion a sick pervert.

When he talks about the fake blood and candy corn, he’s talking about the old Shiloh video “Greg Abuses Me.”  Shiloh has addressed the craze around the clip and has said it was a skit:

I don’t want to speculate too hard, but that blooper clip he showed (that he says was filmed after he threw candy corn at her) really came off to me like he was trying to cheer her up from crying.

Also, the documentary included this in the beginning of the episode:

They don’t have to clarify what clips were from sketches and what chips were from serious videos. I think it’s pretty obvious which are which.

Repzion replied to the accusation on Twitter. (above)