#just imagine a hook instead of needles

[ervotica]

Some fluff with Cassian? Maybe reader had a hard day or is just stressed and he comforts her

pairing; cassian x reader

warnings; none! just fluff & cassian and reader insulting each other lol

The town house is thrumming with energy by the time you trawl through the front door, feet dragging with every laboured step; you'd stop if not for the golden thread in your chest being tugged gently- igniting at the every growing presence of your mate- and then with more fervour as you approach the vast living room.

Cassian is sprawled in the plush armchair, a muddle of stocky limbs and corded muscle that has you sagging at the sight of him. His eyes dance with playful amusement and you follow his gaze, corners of your mouth tugging up when your own eyes latch onto Mor, waving her slender hands animatedly at Rhys, brow pinched in argumentative frustration. The High Lord only rolls his eyes at her theatrics.

You resist the urge to let yourself tumble headfirst into Cassian, instead opting for a vaguely more ladylike approach, needling your way into his warmth and digging your elbow into the hard muscle of his side until he hisses and twists to make room for you.

"Spiteful female," he gripes but lifts an arm to hook over your tired body and draw you into his chest regardless; he can feel your fatigue through the bond, your energy waning from the gruelling training Azriel forced you through for the entirety of the day.

"Fuck off," you mumble, a slurring jumble of noise that Cassian barely deciphers; Mor catches it clear as day, cackling when Cassian frowns and murmurs something about you being mean when you're tired.

You huff and close your eyes, breaths warm against the wide expanse of your mate's chest.

"I hate Az," you whine, your body curling and twining its way around Cassian when he cups the back of your head in a warm palm.

"No, you don't," Rhys chuckles, voice smooth as silk but still grating at your every nerve. You lift your head and scowl, venom dripping from your pinched features.

"I do today." You quirk a brow, goading. Challenging him to argue with you. Cassian schools his features into indifference, pushing back the amusement threatening its way to the surface.

"Okay, firecracker. Time for bed."

Your halfhearted protests fall on deaf ears as you're swept up and into his arms.

"Cassian!"

The wind hits your face, goosebumps prickling at your exposed skin when Cassian's wings flap behind you and you're thrust into the open air.

The flight is a short one, only a couple of minutes, and your complaints are reduced to a minimum under Cassian's threat of walking the ten thousand steps to the House of Wind. By the time he lands, you might as well be asleep; your arms are a vice around his neck, calves splayed over a singular forearm and rucking up the material of his t-shirt to reveal a sliver of his rigid abdomen.

You slide down the full length of his body, reluctantly parting ways to shuck off your shoes and training gear. Your eyes droop when Cassian pulls a t-shirt over your head, his knuckles brushing over your cheekbone before he nudges you towards the bed in a silent command.

You settle under the crisp sheets, watching him through hooded eyes as he strips down to his boxers and slides an arm underneath your pliant body, soft and tired from the busy day.

"I missed you today," you murmur, face tucking beneath his chin; your lips graze the hollow of his throat.

He laughs, his wing flaring up and over your body to cage you in and keep you warm. "I could feel you raging all day," he snorts. "Poor Az."

"It's his own fault," you shrug, "He pissed me off."

"I can imagine." Your eyes fall closed as you listen. "Cruel thing."

"Take that back!" you gasp, still sidling in closer to his bare torso.

"Can't take it back if it's true, sugar."

"You're lucky I'm tired," you hiss, "Prick."

He barks a roaring laugh, squeezing you tighter.

"I love you too," he coos. You can't help the smile that tugs at your lips at that.

#cassian x reader #cassian x you #cassian x y/n #cassian acotar #cassian acosf #acotar fanfiction #acotar cassian #acotar fluff #acotar fic #cassian fluff #cassian imagine #cassian fanfic #cassian fic #acotar #writer #writers on tumblr #writing #writing for fun #cassian #acotar fandom #acotar x reader #acotar x you #acotar x y/n #a court of thorns and roses #acosf #acomaf #acowar #book fandom #writing for myself #creative writing

[carionto]

So uhh... we found something really, REALLY strange

As the tectonic activity continues to shift ever more chaotically across the globe, randomly elevating or crumbling parts of mountains, opening up fissures and expanding fault lines, not to mention all the volcanic eruptions, to say it is important to monitor the inner workings of Earth would be a criminal understatement.

On the remains of what used to be Hawaii, now a singular landmass, lies a monitoring station closest to the epicenter of the Fusion Detonation Event, some 400km away. Seismographer and tectonics expert Joannie du'Preeste was finalizing this months deep level mapping of the area of detonation and directly below to give the algorithm-driven disaster prediction model at least an above 50% accuracy rate for this month.

Typical readings, increase in magma outflow, collapses of internal caverns, formation of new ones, and irregular shifts from the various efforts to stymie and direct the disastrous plate movements. Now that Humanity and Earth were properly back in dimensional space instead of in-between, some additional hectic activity in the form of directional nuclear detonation had been performed for the upcoming plan of "plug the hole with a large piece of another planet or moon".

They've selected Sycorax by the way, just waiting for it to get further away from Uranus in its irregular orbit, hook it up to several Dreadnoughts and haul it over to Earth and gently plop it in the hole. It is about the right size and nobody will miss it if it doesn't work.

Anyway, as she pondered the likely inevitable yet another calamitous event we'll be willingly conducting, the mapper finished its work.

At first, more of the same chaos as usual, but something at the back of her mind said to glance closer at the density readings from the deepest level measurements. With not much else to do today before the work day ends, she highlighted the appropriate levels, and as she started to remove clutter data, a shape began to emerge.

A tendril.

While scans and maps often show things that our minds interpret as something already familiar to us, once you look at each individual part, you see that it is just a coincidence. The brain wants to see what it knows to make sense of the unknown, life would be too complicated and overstimulating otherwise.

No mistake, however. As she removed more of the clutter and focused in on the object, there was no mistaking its resemblance to a biological structure. Hints of veins, pores, hairs, scales, needles, eyes... seemingly everything you could find on the surface layer of a creature was there, or parts of it anyway. Composition-wise it was more of the same silicates and such compounds found within the mantle. But... denser, more concentrated, almost deliberately shaped.

She quickly loaded up older data and after a bit of filtering and comparing, sure enough, the same tendril-like structure is there, just a little closer to the regular density levels of the surrounding. Even years old data provided similar results, though you could only find the shape if you already knew it was there.

Loading up the oldest records she had access to from around 300 years ago revealed the same, just even less distinguishable from the surrounding materials.

The scans don't go deep enough to show what the tendril leads to, if anything, but what is it? How did it get there? Why is something clearly biological in structure within the mantle layer? And if it does continue, how far? Does the core of the planet itself house some impossible creature? If so... what does that mean? For Earth? For Humanity? For the Universe? This is way above Joannie's pay grade and expertise, way past her regular waking hours as well at this point, and way too big to know how or if to reveal any information to the public. Some higher ups can have a headache instead.

Maybe the Coalition aliens know something similar.

Maybe this is all a big load of nothing and she just imagined it all.

Yeah.

That'd be nice.

Wouldn't it be nice if Cthulu wasn't potentially real?

#humanity fuck yeah #humans are space orcs #humans are deathworlders #humans are space australians #humans are space oddities #lovecrafian #fiction #short story #story #I'm not gonna tease and slow burn this #I suggested Cthulu exists in this verse so gotta advance that #how is this gonna work? dunno #I should probably read Lovecrafts works huh #cuz right now i'm just improving eldritch beings #also just casually dooming a moon to a pointless death #carionto

[notyourhetloki]

the question

Pronouns: he/him

/Captain James Hook x Reader/

A/N: It's been OVERDUE at this point... how come I've never written anything about this man before?? I love him so much he's my babygirl idk what else to say. Enjoy!

Warnings: alcohol, mention of needles, suggestive themes, PINNING Song Rec: Mr.Kitty - After Dark

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During a celebration at the Jolly Roger, Captain James Hook decided to party a little too much and, in other words, got absolutely drunk.

And during that evening he ended up hurting himself with his hook… again. But this time he dismissed Smee and instead asked for your assistance, which was odd. You knew better than to complain, though.

You were both alone in his cabin now, Hook sat down while you gathered the medical kit and then helped him take his shirt and hook off (making you blush in the process) to reveal a small gash below his collarbone, that would need stitches.

"Please be still, Captain. This will hurt…" but he was so inebriated you doubted he would feel a thing "I'll try to be quick".

"James… you can call me James, you know." He said in a raspy low voice, sending shivers down your spine. Since you met the man, he had that effect on you… even when you tried to suppress it.

"James… please be still or else I'll stab you." You showed Hook your needle playfully, and he reciprocated with a big smile.

"Be a good boy and help me out then?" Good boy… that man would drive you insane. "Sure… I'll be a good boy." he smiled slyly

A few minutes in silence passed as you concentrated on the sutures, and the whole time you felt his eyes on you like prey. You could feel a drop of sweat down your temple, nervous at his presence.

"I want to buy you some new clothes" He nonchalantly said, his confession drawing a giggle from you. "Are my clothes not to your liking, Cap- James?"

"Don't be offended, dear. I would just like to see you in some fancier clothing. You would look good in satin, I'm sure…" You both laughed, the thought of him wanting to see you matching his fancy clothes made you blush. You decided to exploit a little bit of his drunkness and expand on the fantasy. "What about gold? Do I deserve some jewelry with that new wardrobe?"

James stayed quiet for a second, his forget-me-not eyes widening with the question. "I would love to see you draped in gold! Necklaces, earrings and rings." He made a pause to fantasize and soon admitted. "Would love to see you laying on my bed, on top of my satin sheets and surrounded by jewels." That… was a lot. If you were blushing before you were now burning, but you couldn't help but press him even more.

"So you'd like to see me on your bed with fancy clothes and gold around me?" You made a pause to look at him, and what you found were dark eyes filled with something… lustful. "No, just the jewels."

You swallowed dry as your core burned with desire. THE Captain James Hook… he wanted you. More than you could ever imagine, he fantasized about you. And you have been oblivious to it.

But he was drunk, nothing could ever happen between you two in these conditions, so you just continued to work on the stitches.

"I'm sorry I've gone too far, my love. But I must admit, I love to see you blush." James apologized with a little smile and you reassured him everything was fine. He hadn't gone too far, not yet.

"I'm all finished, now… Let me help you stand, Captain." as you both stood up, you could finally process what happened. He was in front of you, shirtless and flirty as hell. James looked so good… you couldn't believe this was happening.

"May I ask you a question, my hearty?" Your heart skipped a beat at the sweet way he referred to you as. "Of course, James." He looked right into your eyes, your legs shaking in anticipation.

"May I kiss you?" Your whole body burned, and for a moment you considered it genuinely "James…".

You caressed his face while he pulled you in with his left arm, but you blocked his lips with your fingers. "You're drunk, Captain… I want you to ask me another time. The same question."

"And what would be the answer?" He looked disappointed, but not mad in any way.

"You'd have to ask to find out…" you smiled at him, granting a big smile from him in return. "Naughty boy."

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#hook #captain hook #captain james hook #captain hook x reader #captain hook x male reader #peter pan 2003 #headcanon #self insert #y/n #fanfiction #fanfic #fic #imagine #notyourhetloki

[lightandheatao3]

The Bunker - Criminal Minds

Chapter 7: The Dream

Summary: Spencer Reid wakes up in a locked bunker to find half the current BAU and two of its departed members unconscious on the floor. The old team is back together but the reunion is not what any of them would have wished for. An Unsub from their past has decided it's time they all stop keeping secrets, even if it means exposing them by force.

Hotch and Derek have been pulled back into a world they tried to escape. Emily, Rossi, and JJ are doing their best to keep it together. Spencer is falling apart.

AKA a found family is reunited and forced to go through the most nightmarish version of family therapy imaginable.

Set months after the end of Criminal Minds: Evolution. Evolution referenced, but not necessary to understand the story.

Chapter Summary: Spencer sleeps, then wakes.

Read chapter 7 on AO3 or under the cut. All comments and reblogs are extremely appreciated <3 I would love to know what you like about the story :)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6

“Why me?”

Spencer blinked.

His head was spinning. He could have sworn he heard a voice.

“You're still worried about hearing voices?” the voice answered. “Seriously, man, why did you come to me? Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy to help. Just would’ve figured you’ve got better people to do this with.”

He looked up. A familiar face hovered above him, dancing in and out of his vision.

“What are you doing here?” asked Spencer.

He tried to sit up but his body was glued to the surface beneath him. He jerked forward but he couldn't pull himself free.

“That’s what I’m trying to figure out,” said Ethan with a raised eyebrow.

He was on the shabby couch in Ethan’s small New Orleans apartment. He finally managed to pry himself loose and drag himself into a sitting position. The air was wet cement. The walls of the apartment expanded and contracted like lungs.

“I have nowhere else to go,” Spencer explained.

“Bullshit,” said Ethan. “You’ve got a whole team of people who care about you and plenty of savings to pay your way through a private rehab facility, and instead you’re sweating it out on the couch of some guy you’ve talked to all of once in the last half-decade.”

“Fine. If you don’t want me here, I’ll leave,” spat Spencer. "I wouldn't want to drag you down with my problems."

He tried to stand, but his wrists were tied with rough rope. The smell of rotting fish was thick in the air.

“Don’t be such a drama queen,” said Ethan affectionately. “It’s good to see you, though I wish for your sake it was under better circumstances. Besides," he pointed out, "you couldn’t get further than the front door without puking up half your body weight right now.”

Spencer pulled at his bound wrists. “Untie me!” he demanded. “Why are you doing this to me?”

“I'm not doing anything, Spencer. You’ve done this to yourself.”

“It’s not my fault!” he yelled, the smell of the rot turning his stomach. “I didn’t have a choice. I said no, I tried to stop it, I did everything I was supposed to do.”

The bindings wrapped tighter, snaking around his abdomen and up to his neck. They constricted around his throat painfully.

“How long before you can’t use that excuse anymore?” asked Ethan snidely, a tone that Spencer had rarely heard from him. “How many months after you killed Tobias before you finally admitted it wasn't him that kept sticking those needles in your arm? Fuck, man, 16 years later and you're more of a junkie than you've ever been. Whose making you do it this time?"

“Fuck you,” he growled. “You abandoned me! You left your whole future behind to go be a drunk in New Orleans. You have no right to judge me."

“You never asked me to stay.”

“You never cared what I wanted!”

“What? You wanted me to stay in the Academy? Join the BAU with you? Have a magical life getting kidnapped and tortured and hooked on drugs together? Spend romantic evenings in hotel rooms looking at photos of mutilated bodies?"

Spencer pulled against the restraints again, and again they resisted. "I never said that. I never wanted that. You were my only real friend and I was worried you were throwing your life away," he explained. "That's all."

Suddenly, Ethan was knelt beside him. He was laying down on the couch again. The ropes that had entangled him melted away. He was shaking, sweating, the cushions were a bed of nails beneath him. Ethan shushed him gently, wiping a cool cloth over his forehead. “You’re gonna be alright. I’m glad you came to me.”

Spencer blinked hard.

He stared into Ethan’s gentle eyes. “I don’t think I’m getting out of this alive,” he admitted in a whisper. “I need my friends to be safe. They have to make it out, no matter what happens to me.”

“Do you think we could have had something?” asked Ethan as if he hadn’t heard Spencer talk. “If the world wasn't such a fucked up place for anyone a little too different, do you think we would’ve had a chance at something real?”

Spencer swallowed down a painful lump in his throat. “I don’t know.”

“We could try now,” said Ethan, putting a hand on his cheek. “Maybe this is our chance.”

“That’s not what you said,” Spencer breathed. “I remember. This isn’t how it happened. You helped me, then we said goodbye, and we never talked about any of this.”

“But it’s what you wanted me to say.”

“No.” Spencer rolled over on the thin mattress. Ethan knelt beside him in the brightly lit bunker. “That's not what I wanted.”

“Then why are you here?” asked Ethan. Spencer didn’t look at him. “You spent so long scared of losing your mind, you didn't even realize you never had it to begin with.”

Ethan’s hand enveloped Spencer’s. Their fingers intertwined.

When Ethan’s hand pulled away, there was a cool, smooth object left behind.

“I know what you want,” said Ethan.

Spencer looked down at his hand.

A loaded syringe rested on his palm.

He stared up at Ethan, who had drifted to the back of the cavernous, concrete room. The buzz of the fluorescent lights echoed, and the blinking red camera sat at the periphery of his vision no matter which direction he looked.

“I don’t want it,” said Spencer desperately, holding the syringe of swirling gas aloft.

“You've never wanted anything more than this.”

When he looked again, Ethan was gone.

He looked down at his arm. It was unmarked, smooth and fresh without even the faintest hint of old, scarred over track marks. It hadn’t looked like that since Georgia. There was a tourniquet tied around his upper arm.

The needle was pressed against the crook of his elbow.

He breathed a deep sigh of relief. Every muscle in his body relaxed. The world was about to be right again.

He placed his thumb on the plunger, depressing it slowly like he had a thousand times before.

The gas traveled up through the veins in his arm, making its way closer and closer to his heart.

Something was wrong. He coughed. He felt the gas spreading inside him, burning everything it touched.

His throat was raw and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't catch his breath. He gasped for air, but got none.

What had he done? What had he done to himself? He was never going to breath again and it was all his fault!

Then: Awake.

His eyes burned as he pried them slowly open. He flinched back against the light, blinking slowly in an attempt to adjust.

“Spence, it’s okay, we’re here,” came a soft voice from somewhere beside him.

A hand rubbed gentle circles on his back.

He finally managed to adjust to the horrible fluorescent light. JJ was leaning over him, staring at him with wide, worried eyes.

“You’ve been out for hours,” said Emily from somewhere nearby. “We’ve been checking your vitals and keeping an eye on you, but we didn’t want to force you awake.”

He looked up and saw the rest of them lingering behind JJ.

He could have cried from relief, and very nearly did.

“You’re all okay,” he said, closing his eyes tightly to stave off the tears.

Derek huffed a laugh. “You’re worried about us? Man, I was scared you were never going to wake up,” he said with a watery smile.

Spencer cringed. All at once, his senses lit up. The others leaned in with concern as his hand flew up to his throat, feeling for injury. He swallowed and tried to clear his throat, triggering a rough cough. After a second of coughing he had to fight back an immense wave of nausea.

“What’s wrong?” asked Hotch. “Are you injured?”

He shook his head helplessly. He rubbed at his throat and couldn’t feel any external signs of injury, but he felt as if he’d swallowed glass. “I don’t know.”

“Let me take a look,” he said, leaning past JJ and kneeling beside him.

Spencer pushed himself up into a sitting position on the hard concrete floor. Hotch reached out and touched his throat, looking at it intently and feeling for any signs of damage. He was gentle in a way that made Spencer think back to Jack’s seventh birthday party. He had fallen and grazed his knee and the only thing in the world that could have consoled him in that moment was his dad.

“I can’t see any signs of damage,” said Hotch, pulling his hands away. “It could be a side effect from the gas. You were out a lot longer than the rest of us. It’s possible you had a bad reaction.”

He could feel the tremor in his hands, the sweat beading on his brow. The swirling nausea. If felt like one of his worse comedowns, or like the tail end of detox. Except, that didn’t explain the pain in his throat.

“Not to mention, we don’t know how long we were all unconscious or what happened during that time,” said Derek, arms folded tightly across his chest, expression carefully controlled.

For the first time, Spencer noticed their clothes.

None of them were in the same clothes they’d been in when they first arrived. He looked down at himself. Light blue scrubs, like the kind you would see in a hospital. Crisp and clean.

His stomach dropped.

He was clean. His clothes had been changed. The Unsub had cleaned him. He touched his face, feeling the smooth skin along his jaw. She had even shaved him.

Another look at Derek and his stomach dropped even further. As freaked out as he was, he could only imagine what kind of feelings this was triggering for his friend.

Derek seemed to piece together what he was thinking. “I’m good,” he said firmly. “Don’t worry about me.”

That last part sounded less like a reassurance and more like a command.

Spencer let it drop. He was hardly in a position to judge anyone else for not sharing. It’s not as if this was a safe space for any of them to unpack their trauma.

He turned his attention to the rest of the bunker. The others backed up, giving him room to see.

Not that there was much to look at.

The mattresses were gone. Their little luxuries and amenities were gone. The entire bunker smelled strongly of disinfectant. He hated how much of a relief that was to him after the smell of mold.

Oh god. He groaned audibly when his eyes hit the empty doorway where the bathroom door had once been.

“Yep,” said Emily mournfully. “Still trying to process that loss.”

“Of all the experiences in prison I had hoped to never repeat again, this was pretty high on the list,” he said, voice raspy and raw but thankfully getting through the sentence without coughing. He looked to the rest of them. “Do any of you remember anything at all?”

All eyes flicked over to JJ. They had already had this discussion amongst themselves, it seemed.

“It’s difficult to say for sure,” she said cautiously. “I was pretty out of it, but I think I came to at one point. Wherever I was, it wasn’t here. And… I think I heard two voices. One feminine, one masculine.” Spencer nodded. They had speculated that their Unsub had an accomplice. She was likely the dominant one in the pair with a male companion who did her bidding. “They must have dosed me right afterwards, though. I don’t remember anything else,” she finished.

“We all have marks,” said Rossi. “Same as the ones we came in with. The gas would have knocked us out temporarily, but they must have used injections to maintain it. She doesn’t like to deviate her methods, it seems. Not surprising.”

Spencer felt the spot just behind his ear. It was easy to miss, but there was a tiny bump that was just a bit swollen.

“Do you think it’s the same formula as last time?” asked Derek with a raised eyebrow.

He mulled it over, a little irritated that he was becoming something of a human narcotic testing strip for them. Never mind that he had a PhD in chemistry. It was his expertise in being a junkie that gave them such faith in his ability to identify whatever drug cocktails they had all been injected with.

“I don’t know. If I’ve been unconscious as long as you say, then whatever was in my system is likely cleared out. All I know for sure is that I feel terrible.” He sighed. “It's likely. It would explain why-” he stopped to cough, trying to clear his throat, “- why I’m experiencing more acute withdrawal symptoms again.”

Though he would never admit it out loud to anyone, he couldn’t shake the feeling of being disappointed that he hadn’t been conscious to experience getting shot up. He was saddled with all of the horrible side effects, and he didn’t even get to experience the high. It felt unfair, and he knew exactly how pathetic it was that he felt that way.

Hotch put a hand on his shoulder, which surprised him. “You’ll be alright. It will pass faster this time,” he assured him.

Derek also gave him a sympathetic smile, though how sincere that sympathy was, Spencer wasn’t sure. He’d stopped commenting on it while they had all been stewing in filth together, but he knew he was still upset with him.

“Any speculation on the compound we were gassed with?” Derek asked. “I’ve never encountered a gas that can induce unconsciousness in a whole room full of people like that.”

Spencer perked up. This was a subject that was actually of some interest to him. “Contrary to what movies portray, incapacitating agents that can reliably induce non-lethal unconsciousness in an uncontrolled setting don’t exist. In the case of-” he coughed, struggling to speak through the pain, “-the Moscow theater siege in 2002, the Russian authorities rendered a theater of 800 people unconscious in order to stop a terrorist attack, using a Fentanyl derivative. It was extremely effective, yet 15% of the hostages died as a result of the gas. In our case, my guess would be that they used a compound with a substance similar to Halothane as the primary component.”

He took a break from speaking to double over and have a coughing fit in earnest, searing pain on the inside of his throat leaving him gasping for air. The others rushed to him, helping him as he curled up on the floor, struggling to breath.

Once he finally caught his breath, he looked back up at Hotch. He cleared his throat a couple of times, keeping his voice low and soft when he spoke.

“I think you were right about me having a bad reaction. Controlling the dose of an aerosolized anesthesia in a large space is nearly impossible. I was the last to get my mask on. I must have inhaled too much,” he ground out, stopping to suppress another coughing fit. “I think I was intubated.”

They all looked at him with wide eyes. It made sense. It would explain the pain in his throat. He must have gotten a big enough dose to cause toxicity and require temporary intubation. It would also explain why he was so much more affected than the others. Why he took so long to wake up.

It was difficult to read all of their expressions. He thought they looked upset. Horrified? Concerned? Afraid?

“This tells us something we didn’t know before,” said Emily, squaring her shoulders, refusing to dwell too long in a nightmare that none of them could even remember. “Access to that much Halothane, or any other powerful anesthetic, combined with the knowledge and skill to perform an intubation, means-”

“At least one of our Unsubs works in the medical field,” finished JJ.

“This is good,” said Rossi. “We did all of this to learn more, and it worked.”

Spencer looked around at the empty, cold concrete. He had the same thought that he was sure they all had.

Sure, it worked. But at what cost?

#criminal minds fic #spencer reid angst #Spencer Reid fic #spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds fandom #criminal minds evolution #bau team #criminal minds fanfiction #bau team as family #criminal minds #derek morgan #aaron hotchner #emily prentiss #Spencer Reid #jj jareau #criminal minds angst #criminal minds hurt/comfort #spencer reid hurt/comfort

[reborrowing]

Pocket Guides to Zombie Survival, part two - outdated, old version. you are lost!

hey remember when I was going to write zombies and borrowers? here's part two of that. (part one is here) pretty short, just like 1500 words cw: fear and other horror tropes that are implied by zombies, ‘it’ used to describe unknown probably-people tagging @whumpsday @da3dm

It didn't have a pulse.

Coop had been right on the man's wrist, she’d even leaned against the flesh for better leverage when she unfastened his watch. He was cold and silent and undeniably dead. He didn't bleed when her needle stuck.

She was still shaking as Rei dragged her up into the RV's engine compartment.  It was scary enough to try and imagine the something that could fell a giant, scarier still to find out that giants could get back up after they die.

The twins slipped past the not-dead man and worked their way up into the engine compartment. Rei poked around for the way into the cabin. Coop would’ve settled for taking refuge in the labyrinthian machine. She needed a minute to breathe and block out the pain as much as she could. She felt safe here. The not-dead man seemed dumber than the usual human. He hadn’t tried to follow them under the motorhome and he wasn't prying open the engine hatch to try and snatch them out.

Instead, he banged against the RV walls over and over again, with terrifying force. It was strong enough to leave the metal rattled. If he had hit her with that kind of power, she wouldn't have a broken foot, she’d be lucky to be left with a boot full of bloody paste. They had a hiding place, he wasn’t getting in, and she saw no reason to ruin it by poking around inside.

Rei disagreed and since she was the one who could walk, she was the one calling the shots. She also insisted that this was her area of expertise, but Coop thought that was a load of shit. This was well past anything either of them knew.

Rei cut through a thick, zig-zagged wall of cotton with a glass shard and into a bin full of human junk so common it almost seemed familiar. Papers on top of papers, rough brown napkins, clicker pens, a metal beamlight, and a plastic first aid case that Rei pointed out way more smugly than was necessary.

“I don’t need bandaids, I need you to help me put my shoulder back together,” Coop griped.

She slumped into a wad of napkins stacked up by the far wall. They weren’t as soft as she’d been hoping, but more comfortable than bare plastic. She stretched out her leg to give her busted-up foot a rest, at least, and watched Rei puzzle out the plastic locks on either side of the case.

“Isn't this the third time you got it popped like that? Can’t you do it yourself by now?” Rei asked over her shoulder.

“It hurts!”

“Shh, I was kidding, sorry. Just too freaked out to—” she swallowed the rest of her sentence and waved her hand vaguely towards her face. “Express. Not funny anyways. There’s probably Tylenol or something in here, just give me a minute to get this stupid thing open, and—”

The RV shook with an especially hard hit from the not-dead man and in the quiet that followed, heavy footsteps shuffled across the interior of the RV. They were getting closer. Coop went stiff, but Rei kept prying at the plastic clasp. She didn't hear—probably couldn't, with her lousy ear—and her back was turned so Coop couldn't give her a visual signal to please shut up.

There was a sudden click overhead and a blinding light as the wall gave out behind Coop. She went tumbling down towards the carpeted floor. She fumbled for her fish hook to latch herself onto a mountainous chair in front of her before she could get grabbed. The grapple successfully bit into the fabric, but with only one arm to hold on with, Coop was easily knocked loose from her line. She landed on her back right in front of the giant’s boot and whimpered. Rei was too far away to save her this time.

Coop flailed in an attempt to get away, to get anywhere, before the new giant crushed her. She almost made it a whole half inch before a shadow dropped over her. She looked up in horror as the giant jabbed at her with a thin metal club and knocked her back to the ground. Coop gasped for breath, expecting it to be her last, as the thin metal of her armor went concave, but the giant stopped as soon as they had her pinned. Coop squirmed helplessly against the rubber that threatened to cave in her chest.

The human’s eyes were as brown and mean as a hawk’s. Coop’s heart raced just the same as if she'd caught the eye of the devilish bird. But a hawk was almost a guarantee that something was about to die.

Here, Coop had no idea what might come next. No two humans acted alike. Already, it was the opposite of the giant outside—precise, with a light touch, but more than enough to keep Coop at her mercy. They could kill her just as easily as spare her.

They adjusted their grip on the club and knelt down for a better look at Coop. Even for a human, they—she, probably—was big: nice and fat, like she’d never even heard of hunger. She leaned against the nearby chair as she lowered herself down onto her knees, and both the seat and her own bones groaned under the strain. For a brief second, Coop recognized something in those eyes that looked more like fear than anger, but fear of what? Coop? The dead man outside? Was he that dangerous?

And then the giant whispered a question that made even less sense.

“Are you alive?”

---

Despite Kayla’s best efforts at keeping quiet, Nick was awake again, banging on the walls and groaning. She’d kept the curtains drawn. She was going mad from the quiet, if not the isolation. She knew the RV would only function for so long. 

And now, something new.

Something had breached her lonely refuge. At first, she’d thought it was a squirrel or some other little creature. She had crept to investigate before it could chew through anything important, trying to ignore Nick’s mindless screams and babbles. As soon as she had opened the glovebox, the little intruder had fallen to the floor. It picked itself up immediately, apparently unharmed, and lurched across the carpet in an uneven shamble that made Kayla’s hair stand on end. She suppressed a scream and swung her cane at it to keep it from lurching towards her.

Her thoughts caught up with the present moment and she kept herself from shoving any harder even as she clutched the grip so hard it made her knuckles ache. 

Is this thing wearing clothes?

Careful to keep the creature pinned, Kayla unsteadily crouched over it for a better look. She blinked in disbelief. The thing was dressed in garbage and looked, more or less, like a woman. It had a head full of blond hair messily braided away from its face. It was tiny, obviously, and had a fuzzy tail twitching off to the size, but seemed otherwise very human. 

Outside, Nick screeched and again threw himself at the side of the RV so hard it shook. Looking like a person hardly meant much these days. Nick still looked human-ish, but he was dead and deadly. The one who had turned him had looked even more normal.

“Are you…alive?” Kayla whispered.

The creature at the other end of her cane froze, staring up at her with wide pink eyes. Its face twisted, not in mindless fury, but confusion. Kayla’s heart jumped. It understood her. It nodded.

Kayla leaned back, pulling her cane off the little intruder with wary optimism, when something else struck the back of her hand with an angry hiss. Startled, Kayla flailed to knock it away and it latched onto her knuckle with a sharp pinch. 

Kayla leaned against the driver’s seat to catch her balance and reached to pull the second intruder away from her bare skin. It ducked out of the way with a snarl, baring teeth already tinted with Kayla’s blood. Whatever relief she’d felt at the other one apparently understanding her disappeared in a wave of sudden panic at being bit but something Other. Kayla swiped at it a second time and this time, the urgency got her moving quick enough to catch the shaggy-haired creature by the back of its cloak.

It screeched, flailing its legs against the empty air. Kayla glared at it, trying to assess if this thing was undead or rabid or what, when it managed to twist itself free of its cloak and drop to the floor below. It picked itself with a slight shake, giving Kayla only a brief glance before beelining for the other intruder.

But the biter didn’t move like the undead. It darted easily across the carpet, not attacking the other, but hastily heaving it up over her shoulders. Before Kayla could finish deciding if this was an attack or a rescue, they both disappeared under the passenger seat.

Neither of them answered when she whispered to them, leaving her to wonder and worry about just what the little bite on her finger might do to her.

#this may have sheepish edits later #normally I have a day or so between a finished draft and a final and I did not have the patience to do that #re archive

[ub-sessed]

Favourite knitting notions:

Little tiny elastics: They make great stitch markers because they're cheap, they come in a ton of colours, and I can cut them if I accidentally knit them into my work.

Clover Bamboo Knitting Repair Hooks: The crochet-hook end doesn't make a very good crochet hook, but it works, and the pointy end is great for getting into tight provisional stitches or dropped stitches.

Disc brand crochet hook: The only hook that I can somewhat reliably grab the yarn with.

Knit Picks Options Sunstruck interchangeable needles: Very pointy, perfect slipperiness for acrylic and wool, nice pale colour makes it easy to see yarn. Cable is kind of stiff, so not good for magic loop. Bit of a bump at the join, so yarn gets a bit caught up. A bit too pointy for splitty yarn.

Prym Ergonomic knitting needles: Perfect for learning how to knit, especially with slippery yarn or Norwegian purling, because they're fairly grippy, not too flexible, and the teardrop shape makes it easy to catch the yarn. Also the cable is super flexible.

Cheap bamboo fixed circulars that I found at the thrift store: The cable is silicone so it's super flexible, and the join is perfectly smooth. They're super pointy and not too grippy.

Homemade cake winder: basically just a paper towel roll with a slit cut in the end. Effectively free, easy and fun to use, and so satisfying.

Needle book that I knitted for my yarn needles: I lost this, so I'm going to have to make another one!

Notions that are just OK:

Clover Quick Locking Stitch Markers: I love the fact that they look like little sheep, and it's handy to have stitch markers that can be opened, but this brand often comes open on its own.

Retractable measuring tape: Easier to use than a non-retractable tape, but I wish mine weren't round: it doesn't stand up very easily.

Least favourite knitting notions:

Straight knitting needles: Too long! Difficult to manipulate.

Cable needles: I have a tremor that makes it hard for me to manipulate three needles at the same time.

Blunt metal knitting needles: too slippery, don't catch yarn.

Plastic knitting needles: Too bendy, too grippy.

The cute little embroidery scissors they sell at the cash: Very pretty, but the handles are so small that my fingers get stuck in them.

Kai embroidery scissors: Too big to fit easily in a small bag, too pointy (they catch on stuff), and they don't cut well. But the handles are comfortable.

Lightbulb stitch markers: I have a tremor that makes it hard for me to open and close these, and they're so tiny that they're hard to see on my knitting.

Dark coloured knitting needles (or any knitting needles that are the same colour as my yarn): Make it too hard for me to see the yarn for complicated stitches or splitty yarn.

Unique brand dangly row counter: Too loose, turns by itself while I'm knitting.

The cheap plastic yarn needles that come in kits: Too bendy, not sharp enough.

Clover interchangeable bamboo needles: Nice and pointy, but the tips are too short for me, and the join isn't smooth.

HiyaHiya interchangeable bamboo needles: The tips are too short for me, and the join isn't smooth.

Any stitch marker that can't be cut or opened, because I sometimes knit my markers into my work by accident.

Yarn bowl: My yarn lives in the project bag so I can bring it anywhere, in a centre-pull cake.

Cake winder: I can't imagine ever knitting enough to justify the cost and space for one of these, when an empty paper towel roll will do the job almost as well.

Knitting notions I'd like to try:

Flox: Little tiny 2.5mm bamboo needles joined by a short piece of flexible cable that stays in the shape you put it in.

Knit Picks Colorwork Snap Bag: Has snaps to keep your working yarns in order.

Wool needles with a little plastic loop instead of an eye: However I have read that they break or get flattened.

Barber Cords: I HATE picking up provisional stitches from a piece of yarn, but Barber Cords are ridiculously expensive, so I just picked up a random piece of silicon tubing, and next time I need to do a provisional cast on I'm going to try that.

Folding thread scissors: I don't like having pointy things in my project bags.

Knitting needle case

Knitting thimble/yarn guide ring: For when I'm knitting with more than two colours.

Addi Long Lace Rocket knitting needles: For knitting with polyester, because they're supposed to be very slippery and quite pointy.

Lykke DPNs: For knitting simple things in the round with splitty yarn, because they're kind of grippy and not too sharp.

Hook or U-shaped cable needle: Because I find straight cable needles too hard to work with.

Yarn gauge

Needle gauge

Split ring markers

Tulip bamboo knitting needles: Tulip makes the best sewing needles, so I figure their knitting needles are probably good too. And they seem to have a perfectly smooth join.

Merchant & Mills Wide Bow scissors: Not too long, with super big handles that my fingers won't get stuck in.

Short transparent ruler.

Locking stitch markers that aren't made by Clover: Because the Clover ones are hard to manipulate, and they sometimes come open by themselves.

Higher quality dangly row counter

#WIP #Nerdy Knitting #knitting #knitblr #notions #knitting notions

[oneatlatime]

Haybending

I got bored today and started daydreaming. The results:

In Bato of the Water Tribe, Aang haybends. Obviously he airbends a bunch of hay, but let's dig into haybending a bit.

As I understand it, Hay is a bit of an umbrella term for a bunch of animal fodder-producing plants, which means that haybenders bend more than just one plant; they can bend a bunch. That implies that they are bending what plants are made of rather than a single species or genus of plants. Hay is made of cellulose. Cellulose is what (I think) practically all plants are made of, and there are some bacteria that deal with it (?) as well. Biology class was a while ago.

What things are made of cellulose?

How about natural fibres? Cotton, hemp, flax/linen, burlap. (Not animal fibres or petroleum-based ones.) A cellulose bender could therefore bend all natural textiles (and blends so long as the natural content is over some percentage threshold, but I have yet to see evidence of petroleum or plastics in Avatar). It would certainly be useful in a fight if you could make your enemy's clothes trip them up/detain them. Everyone wears clothes made at least in part of fabric. Unless you rock the all leather look or just never wear clothes, you'd have no way of protecting yourself from a cellulose bender. Imagine the wedgies. Imagine how much easier it would be to put clothes on squirmy toddlers if the clothes were on your side.

What about making textiles? Would a civilisation that could cellulose-bend even bother inventing the loom? Imagine the heights of artistry that would go into cloth where each and every thread was conducted into place individually and simultaneously. I bet they could produce cloth while holding their threads floating in the air. A bender wiggles his fingers and what look like piles of tangled thread soar into the air and arrange themselves into a paisley-patterned button-down. Can you imagine the quality of tailoring you could accomplish if you had power over individual threads? Would you even invent sewing or tailoring if you could shape each individual piece to fit, then join them without seams? Can you imagine the implications for embroidery?

What about paper? Would a cellulose-bending civilisation ever invent ink? They could bend cellulose into paper, then instead of writing/printing text on paper, they could bend the cellulose in the paper into the shapes of the letters. Might not be faster than regular writing, but certainly more economical than how we currently produce braille books. You could literally throw the book at your enemies. Bend whole libraries.

Wood is made of cellulose too. Wood houses, carts, ships, bridges, all would be manipulable. Wooden shaft on the enemy's spear? Tie it in a knot. Woodcarving would be possible without tools. Who needs carpentry when you can bend a house out of a forest? Could you bend a bowl out of a tree and then put it back after dinner? If your cart had wooden wheels, could you propel it? If you're camping in the woods, could you bend a grass or branch hammock and then put it back the next morning? Could you obscure your tracks?

Can you imagine what a beast a rope-bender would be in combat? Canvas is made from hemp or cotton; a sail-bender could ground a whole fleet of sailing ships. A seaweed bender could ground propeller ships. You could knit without needles, crochet without a hook, open the curtains without getting out of bed. You could weave a basket on the spot, so long as you're near grass. Near-infinite biodegradable packaging at your fingertips. You could juggle coconuts without touching them.

And what about applications on plants that are still living? For more benign uses, imagine shaping your garden with a wave of your hand. Make vines climb trees, tree branches go where you need shade, weave elaborate living fences from shrubs. You could make a tree grow in the shape of a chair, then cut it down and use it in your dining room. What about forests? Could a cellulose-bender make a forest get up and walk? If you needed to move your herd to a different field, instead of a sheepdog or a cattle drive, could you just bend the wooden fence with the animals still inside and shuffle it to new ground? Hunting would be easy - just spot what you want to kill and then turn all the surrounding grass into snares.

And this isn't even touching the implications on agriculture.

#atla #avatar: the last airbender #this is some nonsense let me tell you #but nonsense is good for the constitution #avatar the last airbender

[sequinsmile-x]

Hey! I would like to request Hugs: 32. long lasting hugs. (Cause I'm a sucker for a good long lasting hug.) Congrats on the followers and thank you so so much for writing so many great Hotchniss fics!!🥹

Thank you so much!!

I hope you enjoy this. It is just pure fluff/Aaron simping over Emily (as he should.)

-x-

Words: 850

Warnings: None

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

At first, Aaron isn’t sure what wakes him up.

He smiles as he stretches, increasingly aware of the warm weight up against him, of Emily in his arms, the familiar scent of her shampoo. 

She’d been the one to ask him on a date. She smiled at him as she joked that if she waited for him to finally ask her it would never happen. They’d had dinner, their hands linked together on the table as they spoke about anything and everything. He’d taken her home, anxiety he hadn’t felt since he was young climbing up his chest as he leaned in to kiss her. Yet again, she’d been the one to take the step they needed. She’d grabbed him by his tie and pulled him into her apartment, the door slamming closed behind them.

She’d always been the braver one of the two of them. 

They’d taken the time to map out each other's bodies. Fingers grazing over skin, over scars they had only ever imagined before, as they learnt how to take each other apart. When they’d finally fallen asleep, fresh from the shower, her still damp hair sticking to both of them as they laid down, he’d laid behind her, pulling her back into his embrace. She’d drifted to sleep content in his arms. 

He was in love with her. It was something he’d known for longer than he cared to admit. He’d realised when she was in Paris, as far away from him as she had ever been since they’d met. 

And now she was the closest. 

Aaron had learnt two new things about Emily Prentiss since they curled up in bed together just a few hours ago. The first was that she snored. It wasn’t loud, or particularly disruptive, but it was definitely something. A slight catch in the back of her throat when she inhaled, a noise that he would never dare tell her was cute. He found it endearing. A sign that she was sleeping deeply. 

A sign that she felt safe with him. A feeling that she had been denied for so long. 

The second was that she was a snuggler. 

He’d expected to wake up to find her on the other side of the bed having drifted out of his embrace as they both slept. Instead, she’s exactly where she was when he fell asleep. Her back pressed against his chest, her head tucked up underneath his chin. He had one arm over her, and the other under her. 

That’s when he realises what had woken him up.

The arm that was underneath her had gone numb. His fingers tingled from the lack of blood flow, pins and needles spreading throughout his forearm. He tries to pull his arm from under her but is unsuccessful. He tries again, trying to use his other arm to lift her, but all he succeeds in doing is waking her up just enough to react. She groans, still fast asleep as she mutters something indecipherable. Aaron can’t help but smile and he kisses the top of her head. 

“Sweetheart,” he whispers, the nickname sounding right even though it’s the first time he’s said it, “I need you to move a little.” 

She grumbles again, shifting enough to let him know she’s awake as she turns to face him, her eyes still closed. 

“What?” She slurs, the word barely recognisable, and he can’t help but laugh. 

“I just need my arm back,” he says, shifting her closer towards him, smiling as she ends up laying on his chest, freeing his arm, “Thank you.” 

Aaron raises his arm and clenches his hand into a fist and out of it until the feeling returns to his fingers. 

“You’re welcome,” she says, burying her face into his neck. Her hand drifts up to hook her fingers under the neckline of his t-shirt. “You’re comfy.” 

“Go back to sleep, Em,” he says, even though he’s not entirely sure she was ever awake. He kisses the top of her head and runs his hand up and down her back. He drifts off back to sleep, the weight of her against him new and somehow achingly familiar, like this was something they’d been walking towards for years. 

When he wakes up in the morning, she’s still on top of him and his arms are still banded loosely around her back. There’s a small patch of drool on his t-shirt he won’t mention to her, and he kisses the top of her head, smiling as she shifts against him. 

“Morning,” she says, her voice thick from misuse. She shifts to look up at him, her eyes glassy with sleep. 

“Good morning,” he replies, cupping the back of her head as he kisses her, the action lost in both of their smiles. 

He was in love with her, and he was pretty sure she loved him too. 

-x-

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[wake-me-up-inside-imagines]

Can you write Arturo x the ultimate seamstress who’s not famous, but very beautiful please 🤍🫶

Sure thing! I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Some spoilers for DRDT chapter two

Gn! reader

Arturo with a beautiful seamstress s/o

-Arturo actually didn't despise you when he first met you like he does everyone else

-Like, you're beautiful and you're a super talented seamstress, in his eyes you're a perfect potential celebrity in the fashion industry

-At first, he treats you the same way he treated J in chapter two

-He's made it his mission in life to make you the next big thing within the fashion world

-After awhile though, he tones his obsessive behavior down a little (not by much but it's an improvement) because he's realized it bothered you and he likes you too much to get on your bad side

-He wants to know everything about you and your talent! What type of clothing you enjoy sewing the most, how you became interested in sewing, do you plan on making it big with your talent, anything he can think of!

-But he also wants to know about you outside of your talent, like your favorite food, what your other hobbies are, what your family's like... he wants to know you more personally

-During your friendship (after he's chilled out a bit), he realizes he loves you, and not in the superficial obsessive way he loves other celebrities

-Basically he went from obsessive love to real, genuine love

-Once you two got together, he's on cloud nine, he never imagined you would like him back!

-Because even though he sees normal, average people as below him, he also feels unworthy? In a way?

-He feels like he's better then average people but he's below the celebrities he works with I guess

-In your case, even though you aren't famous, he feels like your potential far outshines his

-He's pretty insecure about himself sometimes, so you may have to comfort him

-He also probably rants about whatever was going on with his sister soo... good luck with that?

-He may be over his obsessive faze, but he still adores you and worships the ground you walk on

-He likes to buy you outfits he thinks you'll like and look good in, but he also understands if you want to sew your own clothes instead

-If you ever made him clothes or outfits, he would be over the moon

-He'd wear them as often as possible without being unsanitary

-He also loves to watch you sew, he's in awe at how skilled you are with a needle and how you pay attention to the tiniest details

-While his job is to do surgery on celebrities to make them more beautiful, he doesn't thin you have a single feature that needs to be "fixed"

(just want to clarify that everyone is beautiful and no feature on anyone needs to be fixed, I use that term because I'm pretty sure Arturo described his job as fixing beautiful people in a way that makes them more beautiful. I'm kinda trying to capture his mindset on people and beauty so if the wording seems a bit assholey, that's why)

-He thinks you have the most beautiful face he's ever seen, he wouldn't change a thing about it

-Because of his job, he has a lot of connections with famous fashionistas, so if that's the route you want to go down he can hook you up with the people that can make it happen

-He loves taking you to expensive restaurants, only the best for his love after all!

-Lovessss showing you off, he will never not brag about you

-You're the one person this man genuinely loves, and he wouldn't trade you for anyone else

#drdt #danganronpa despair time #danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #drdt x reader #arturo giles #arturo giles x reader #arturo x reader #x reader

[ohc-and-the-music-tapes-archive]

Reviews of The Apples in Stereo’s “Her Wallpaper Reverie” and Music Tapes’ “1st Imaginary Symphony For Nomad”, Reno Gazette Journal, 6 August 1999

transcript:

The Apples in Stereo “Her Wallpaper Reverie” (EP) SpinArt Records ***1/2

Music Tapes “1st Imaginary Symphony For Nomad” Merge Records ***

Here are the latest two releases from the Elephant 6 Collective, an inventive loosely tied troupe of musicians who are re-writing the rules of psychedelic pop. These two records are good examples of how far these groups are pushing the envelope instead of just revisiting Lucy in the Sky for some quick bucks.

The Apples in Stereo contribute more brilliant pop, although it’s a departure from their previous work. It’s like a microcosmic version of the Beatles’ “White Album.” Songs like “The Shiney Sea” and “Strawberryfire” are slower and more deliberate than the band’s peppier work, and the album is strewn with odd electronic blips and bloops linking the songs (to be fair, most of these are irritating). Still, fans of the Apples’ hook-happy tunes will love “Ruby,” “Questions and Answers” and the great tune “Y2K,” which perfectly encapsulates the stupidity of millennial fear.

The Music Tapes features members of Neutral Milk Hotel, the most brilliant Elephant 6 group. But, the Tapes’ debut is very different from the Hotel’s skewered folk-pop: “Nomad” is kind of like those odd cassette tapes children make when they have big imaginations but limited talent, and I mean that in a good way. It’s a fun, challenging record to dive into, with great pop songs like “Aliens” and “What the Single Made the Needle Sing” sharing space with odd skits, surface noise, narration and even strategically placed dead silence. It’s not the easiest listen in the world, but it is certainly distinctive and creative.

#the Music Tapes #The Apples in Stereo #1st Imaginary Symphony For Nomad #Her Wallpaper Reverie #Elephant 6 #Julian Koster #Robert Schneider #articles #reviews #1999

[purplesurveys]

1772

Have you ever eaten with both fork and spoon, at the same time?: Well yeah, that's kind of how we eat everything in this part of the world.

When’s the last time you bled a lot?: When I had my period two weeks ago.

Have you ever watched a needle go into your own skin?: No, I always look away. I hate needles and can't stand to be around them lol.

Have you ever seen someone get a piercing/tattoo?: I was sitting right across my mom when she got her tattoo. Now she has a ridiculously high tolerance when it comes to pain, but seeing her clutch a pillow like her life depended on it and squeezing her eyes shut during her entire session scared me off from getting inked forever hahaha. If she barely got through it fuck knows what I would do once that needle meets my skin.

Are you currently full or hungry?: I'm actually a little hungry. :( But I'm feeling sleepy too so I don't trust myself to order food online now and stay awake long enough to wait for it.

Has a taste of something ever made you smile?: Yes, usually when it's food I find nostalgic or have happy memories with. Or if I've been craving it for too long a time.

When you’re done eating finger foods, do you usually lick your fingers?: I used to do this but at some point it started to feel just kind of gross so I don't anymore haha.

Who was the last person to hit you in the stomach?: I don't think I've ever been hit in the stomach, but what an unpleasant thought. I imagine I would retaliate.

Would you ever snap your cell phone in half, if you could get a better one?: No. Whatever happened to just walking into the store and buying a new one?

Do you think twenty-two is old?: Not at all, but I'm also probably the wrong person to ask. I know 22 is nowhere near 'old,' but in my own and very personal experience, turning 22 at the time I did felt like aging 100 years. I have no positive memory from when I turned 22, because it happened in 2020.

As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?: Astronaut, veterinarian, and firefighter.

Are you planning on going to college?: I did, and I graduated three years ago.

Do you know someone that is/was abused by their parents?: Yes, corporal punishment was commonplace here at least until my generation. I got so used to watching my cousin getting whipped by a belt that I just became desensitized to it at some point. Fortunately millennials took the hint when they started becoming parents and have stopped the practice completely.

Does your cell phone have a touch screen?: Yup.

Do you like strawberry and banana smoothies?: That sounds very nasty.

Would you cuss the person you hate the most out to their face?: I don't hate anyone.

Do you know someone that is mute, deaf or blind?: My great-grandma's caretaker was deaf mute. I haven't seen her in well over a decade though.

Have you ever spent more than two weeks in a wheelchair?: I don't think I've ever even sat in a wheelchair. 

Have you ever watched static on the television for more than five minutes?: Nope, don't think so.

When you cry, do you hyperventilate?: It's happened before but it's not a regular occurrence. I don't think I've experienced hyperventilating since college. Which is good! That just means I have not felt that heavy ever since then.

Is tapioca pudding nasty to you?: I've never tried it but yeah I'm not a fan of how it looks.

What are you favorite word[s]?: Fuck.

Is there a lot of drama in your life?: Nope.

Five Gum or Juicy Fruit?: Juicy Fruit, mainly because that's the only one I've heard of and actually had in the past.

Do you drink straight from the bottle, instead of getting a cup?: If I'm drinking alone, that's when I have it straight from the bottle.

Have you ever been in a taxi?: Yup.

Do you listen to modern music or classic music?: Modern.

Is your keyboard/mouse wireless?: I have a trackpad.

Can you hook up your computer to your television?: I could; I just don't have the proper cords/cables for it since I've never had to connect my laptop to the TV. Plus I cast everything these days anyway, so.

How many times have you had the hiccups today?: I can't even remember the last time I had the hiccups...

Does weed smell good? Or no?: I'm personally not a fan.

Where do you see your closest friend in ten years?: Married, two kids, super successful and being very very very happy in her life.

What’s your favorite horror movie?: The Shining. 

Pronunciation of your name, please?: Ro-bin.

Are/were you loud in class?: No. I hated the idea of being called out so I never chit-chatted with friends. Angela though liked whispering to me which always quietly bugged me because it always put me in danger of getting in trouble hahaha.

Do you cut out coupons but end up never using them?: I've never encountered coupons, not really a thing here.

[mammameesh]

*should be writing*

*instead tries to imagine the characters of 911 Lone Star learning fiber arts*

TK - My love, my boundless ball of energy. You would look over at Lou II and you would be scrolling through bearded dragons on insta or maybe Pinterest (is TK a pintrest person? This is my blog so I say yes) and see a little Bearded Dragon Sweater, and think "Yeah, I could do that." And because again this is my blog, you get a little bag of yarn from the thrift store (where you probably saved the owner) and there are needles and hooks in the bag (I speak from experience here). You google knitting, probably. Maybe a restless night in (I'm just going to say Carlos is out policing) you try to knit a sweater (knitting in a circle is ridiculous and hard and ridiculously hard.) Maybe you try to crochet a granny square, because that you do and Lou could always use it as a blanket. That's a very fuzzy thought.

Carlos - You've perhaps heard of tejer you have a grandmother after all and probably think its a little (a lot) ridiculous when your husband picks it up, but you buy him cotton yarn anyway because it's organic and if anything happened to Lou II it would hurt you just as much.

#quality content here #headcanons about crochet #911 lone star crafty headcanons

[youngcroissantturkeyworribler]

I made this today! It's a knitting needle sleeve!

It started around yesterday with me reusing old yarn that I have had for the longest in an old project, so instead of just throwing it out with the trash I just pulled a few yarn strands out and undo the last cast off stitch. And I just unwind the whole thing.

I wanted to have a permanent pot for my 16 crochet hooks, pair of knitting needles, yarn needles, paperclip stitch markers, and scissors.

16 in. X 5 in. Was the solid piece, I had played chicken with the yarn and just barely had enough for the 16 in. with 3 centimeters to spare. I keep thinking Stary Night, so I added stars and covered the back of the stars knots with more yarn that y'all never get to see. Close up the back, imagine an upside down T, ladder stitch it, and add a yellow drawstring to it and done.

I crochet this with just a repeated single stitch 21 times, then chain one, turn, and repeat.

#me myself and i #personal #crochet #crocheting #crochet diy #knitting needles

[artinandwritin]

@rosiethedragongeek had this adorable little idea about Gustav braiding Siri’s hair! When they mentioned it could be a great one-shot, I just had to write it. It took a while, but here it is!

Braids;

Berk was known for its cold environment. Every peasant from each corner of the Archipelago knew that – snow was a common, rain ever present. However, Berk knew her heatwaves. Every so often, they passed over the town, leaving her villagers sweating and drained.

This wasn’t an exception for Siri. The young girl always found herself having a hard time during heatwaves, even though she loved to bask in the warm sun. She deeply disliked the feeling of a wet shirt on her back; sweaty hair on her forehead wasn’t her favourite thing either.

She still had to go to her job, though. Studying to become a teacher under Fishlegs, Siri was often tasked with keeping an eye on the youngest kids of the tribe during or after classes, helping them with homework or playing with them.

So that was how Siri found herself huffing in the heat as she tried to fix a little girl’s doll. It seemed like such a simple thing; just stitch a loose leg on the body and sew the tears in the flowery dress closed. Normally, it wouldn’t be much of a problem, but as the young woman sat in the sun, its light nearly burning her skin, it irritated her more than she could imagine.

Her hair didn’t help her, either. Long, blonde, and curly, she loved to style or play with it, but it worked against her in the heat. She tried to blow a lock from her forehead – it fell right back into place – as she tried to assure the little girl her doll would be healthy soon.

‘Heyyy there, having fun?’

Siri didn’t even turn around as Gustav walked towards her and the girl, too focused on the doll and her needle. ‘Not now, b-busy,’ she instead muttered, before letting out a groan as she accidentally dropped the doll’s leg. ‘O-oh, for Thor’s-‘

Frantically trying to push her hair out of her face, she picked up the leg again, chewing on the inside of her cheek to keep herself sane. The sweat was already forming on her forehead; the tips of her hair tickled her arms to no end. Once again, she swept it aside, but to no prevail.

Frustration bubbled in Siri’s stomach, the need to cry rising; she wanted nothing more but to throw the towel in the ring and retreat to a cooler spot, somewhere far, far away from the sun. Her fingers trembled as she picked up her needle again-

When she felt a hand gently pull her hair over her shoulders, lifting it off her back. A breath of relieve went through her; she closed her eyes for a moment as she was finally able to feel some cool air on her shoulders.

‘Hey, what kind of braid do you want?’ Gustav asked, holding her hair with one hand as he sat down behind her. Siri’s heart nearly stopped as she felt him scoot closer; a warmth crept to her cheeks.

‘I-I don’t mind any,’ she muttered, trying to put her focus back to her job. Her heart, however, started beating again, soon racing, as she felt how her friend moved his fingers through her hair, braiding it to his best attempt.

She heard him hum as he worked; without even noticing, she leaned backwards ever so slightly as if to bask in the strange feeling.

Her stomach bubbled again, more fluttering this time. She closed her eyes for a moment, breathing out a soft, content sigh. This was nice, she thought as she put the needle back into the fabric, continuing to fix the little doll.

Minutes felt like centuries as the two sat there, in uncommon silence, both concentrated on their own thing. It wasn’t long before Gustav was finished, however. He snorted softly, patting Siri’s back.

‘Seer, hey, I wish I had a mirror,’ he said, leaning forward a bit more to hook his chin on her shoulder. ‘This looks awesome.’

Siri’s heart jumped; she smiled softly as she laid the finished doll down. ‘I-I’m sure it does,’ she reacted, her blush never wavering. ‘Thank you. That was… that was really sweet of you.’

‘Hey, you know me! The product of sugar and spice, and everything nice. Don’t tell Snotlout that.’ The young man laughed once again, before wrapping his arms around Siri and squeezing her tightly for one short moment.

Siri, however, basked in it. Unfortunately, before she could return the hug, Gustav got up, dusting off his pants as he grinned at her. ‘Gotta- y’know, gotta clean some things those kids used. So, we walking home again later, right?’

‘O-oh, of course,’ Siri smiled softly, trying to get her racing heart to calm down. ‘I-I wouldn’t want to miss out on that.’

Gustav beamed, before saluting her – Siri could swear she saw a hint of pink of his freckled cheeks. ‘Alright! See ya!’

With that, the young man bounced off, leaving Siri a smiling mess. She moved her hand to her hair, trying to feel her new braid. Her insides seemed to melt; her heart fluttered.

Oh, she was smitten. She was so smitten.

Just as she let go of her braid, the little girl pulled her sleeve. ‘Hey, is my doll better?’ she asked, her eyes wide – Siri had almost forgotten she had been sitting there.

‘O-oh! Yes, she’s all better now.’ She handed the doll to the little girl. ‘Now, be gentle with her, s-she can-‘

‘Was that your boyfriend?’ the girl interrupted her, stroking her doll’s hair, not even looking up at Siri. ‘If so, he’s a pretty bad choice. Mister Snotlout told us he can’t even hold a sword without falling.’

Siri laughed softly – she remembered that story. Snotlout and Gustav had been polishing swords in the weaponry together, and Gustav, after having grabbed one of the heavier swords, had fallen into a pile of scrap metal Hiccup had been planning to use. He had bruises for days.

‘N-no, he isn’t my… my boyfriend,’ she said, gently ruffling the girl’s hair. ‘We… we’re just friends. D-don’t worry about it.’

She ushered the girl up. ‘A-and I think it’s time for you to go back to playing. We have about… half an hour before your parents come, a-after all.’

The girl nodded, wanting to rush off. However, before she did, she said; ‘You would be a cute boyfriend and girlfriend, though.’

Siri’s heart nearly stopped. The fluttering returned once more as the little girl ran back to her friends, a never ending swarm of butterflied cartwheeling through her stomach.

‘I-I think so too,’ she muttered to herself as an answer to the girl, picking up her needle and thread. A deep sigh left her; she suddenly didn’t feel the heat anymore. Her braid made sure of that.

And then it hit her.

She wanted him to braid her hair every day.

#seriously this is now like my favorite thing #also siri has a stutter and its sometimes very hard to write #i try to manage lmao #gussiri is just so much comfort #annoying baby x precious baby #gussiri #httyd #oc #how to train your dragon #httyd oc #how to train your dragon oc #how to train a dragon 2 #rtte #oc x canon #race to the edge #siri vínteri #gustav larson #writing #writer #artinandwritin's writing

[odybee]

One exercise that I find super useful when writing characters in a story is to take note of little details about them as they come to mind. So, here's a little list of assorted Piper quirks!

Tries to keep her preferences and fears under wraps, but anyone with a watchful eye could spot the patterns in her behavior when she's presented with such things. She feels most loved when people notice the patterns and act on them in her favor.

Absolutely disgusted by and terrified of grapes.

Not a wine connoisseur by any means, but likes a good glass of Merlot.

Refuses to smoke.

Can speak fluent Russian. This was a necessity for her work in the military, as Russia was where she spent the majority of her time in service.

Shrugs off cold weather, but can't stand too much heat.

Favorite snack food is raspberries. As a toy soldier, she also likes them as a meal.

Knows her way around most firearms, how to service them, and how to fix common malfunctions.

She invents a new form of martial arts called 'Scuttle' specifically to get away from ginormous humans. It uses two needles, one with one pointed end and the other with two. More on Scuttle in a later post!

Also, I imagine that instead of using a hook and string like a normal little person, Piper either has a needle and string that she hucks like a harpoon javelin, or she ditches the string entirely and uses her pair of needles like little ice picks. It's not that she wants to wreck the furniture (she totally does), she just never found a hook to use! She couldn't possibly make one either, that'd be preposterous..

#g/t #g/t community #size difference #odybeetalks #piperpoint #tiny #odybeeocs

[nasuversekinkmeme]

Weekly Roundup: Prompts (June 03-June 10)

Tsukihime

someone should brat tame akiha!!

Smut, snuff, Ciel and Arc fucking and killing each other at the same time. Once one of them dies the other keeps fucking the body until they come back and repeat it again until someone is brave enough to interfere(Such person does not exist)

Melty Blood

SION AND RIESBYFE DO THE SMOOCH

Fate/Stay Night

When Rin is invited by Luvia to check out her Trophy Room, she assumes it's just so Luvia can show off to her. Little does she suspect Luvia actually intends to add her to the collection, permanently.

Smut, incest, Arturia stabbing Mordred on the hill of Camlann framed as Mordred cucking Morgan

Smut, Guenivere falls for Lancelot because he's horribly vanilla and she just couldn't get into Artoria's huge raging knotted dragon dick no matter how much she tried.

Morgan and Artoria + Lancelot and Guinevere go to group therapy and end up traumatizing the therapist(Even funnier if Kiara is the therapist)

Smut, Artoria small penis humiliation (she currently has no penis but it was small at some time previously)

Smut, i just need some where shirou takes Artoria's huge raging knotted dragon dick like a champ.

Smut, Medea, Shirou, and Rin settle their differences in a way that is appealing to all of them. By gangbanging Saber.

Smut, Archer Emiya "needs a mana transfer", so Rin's gotta grow a dick and fuck that man.

Smut, Lancelot and Guenivere having sex with Artoria's permission, framed as cucking the concept of cucking itself.

The Lesser Artoria Polycule (part of the Greater Saberface Polycule)

Age gap, Future fic where Rin & Shirou keep getting weird looks from their neighbours because from a normie perspective they're a couple of 40yo fucking Saber, a teenage girl.

when shirou & artoria get married , he takes artoria's last name , mainly out of spite towards iri.

Fate/Extra

Someone tugs down Nero's butt window and shoves a buttplug in there.

The Gudao/Gudako/Castoria/Grail saga

Grail-kun convincing Castoria to kill Gudako so she can’t force her to grind daily without breaks and instead be with Gudao.

Grail-kun convincing Castoria to kill Gudao so he can’t force her to grind daily without breaks and instead be with Gudako.

part 3: Gudao convincing Gudako to kill Castoria to fuck the grail!!

the castoria killing saga continues when gudako INSTEAD convinces Gudao to fuck Castoria as punishment for her previous attempt at killing her. Then Gudako blows up the both of them while they fuck.

Gudao, Gudako, The Grail, and Castoria go to a group counseling session

FGO

Does anyone know if there's a term for like, the opposite of omegaverse bitching? Forcemasc you into an alpha? I want this to happen to gudako...

Why do almost all twin Aus of the girl and boy master characters call the girl rikka or rika but leave ritsuka unchanged? Ritsu is an existing guy name in japanese. You can split tsu and ka between them to make ritsu and rika, perfect twin set names! Something parents might actually do! My request is basically any twin masters with the names split like above I guess

I think Miss Crane and Habetrot should kiss

I want to see Gudako suffering

Mash and Gudako holding hands. They treat it as completely innocent. The narrator treats it as the filthiest but most desirable sex act imaginable.

EMIYA doesn't know how to face Kiritusugu in chaldea, he can't help but feel like a failure. Can have a happy or sad ending

one of my first thoughts i had when it came to kotomine's 3rd ascension in fgo was " does it count as a tit job if you stick your dick into that hole in his chest?"

Anything involving Gudako and needle work, preferably where she is tortured and turned into a flesh doll

Smut, Barghest buries her bone (knots Gudako up the ass) and shows it off (carries Gudako around Chaldea like that) to everyone she can (to everyone she can).

Gudao gets sick of Habetrot trying to hook him up with other servants, and makes it extremely clear the only person he’s interested in is her.

Smut, Alternatively, Gudao uses Habetrot like an onahole

Smut, mash and gudako having kinky as hell sex, somewhat brought on by all the shit other heroic spirits have gotten them into, just fucking absolute nasty style. the narrator treats this as the most wholesome thing possible

Smut, guda gets invited to a threesome with medb and fergus. objective: survive.

okay let have gudako doing some waxplay on kiriei, it can be a private session or a demonstration for chaldea's BDSM practioners' club.

Smut, As a kinkmeme, what about Castoria/Medb doing the whole domme/sub switcheroo? One moment Medb has Castoria face down in the pillow, the next Castoria has Medb cuffed and ass up?

Smut, bestiality, Lobo and Hessian double-team Guda with lots of primal feral sex. Lobo keeps knotting Guda so they can't get away even if they want to. They don't want to.

Smut, Gee Miss Crane, that sure sounds like your girlfriend Habetrot snuck up under your floor-length skirt and is eating you out where you stand! But of course you wouldn't do that so I'm not going to investigate any further!

Kiara meets Summer Kiara: "My own clone! Now neither of us will be virgins!"

Mata Hari uses her hypnotic NP to help her Master relax. Just once. ... just a few times. only to relax. ... well okay, *maybe* she can make her Master do a couple things for her as well... just a few! ... per time she hypnotizes them... it's not like they'll remember anyway, it's fine... maybe a little longer today...

jing ke (accomplished hedonist who is "very popular with female servants for some reason") convinces qin shi huang (fundamentally cautious but also too curious for their own good and always gets complacent about their perceived superiority at the crucial moment) to allow her to "explore their body" and "show them some human experiences" which they believe is fine because its not like she can put the fear of death in them a THIRD time (incorrigible hubris) this obviously immediately turns into jing ke blowing their back out with a massive strapon and with qin shi huang's mind equally blown by the vast possibilities of human pleasure and ingenuity behind sex toy development that didn't exist in their lostbelt they're immediately absorbed into developing increasingly outlandish toys for jing ke to use on them and test the limits of pleasure this body can feel until they've looped right back around to a "human experience" that applies to zero normal mortal humans who would absolutely die from the violent fucknasty pervert sex they're having and/or don't even have the holes they're having things stuck into but jing ke's fine with it this time because they're not trying to govern other people about it this time and also she gets to fuck an extremely attractive person like she's trying to kill them on a daily basis. also you can do whatever you want for qin shi huang's genitals or swap equipment midway idc about that i care about shi huang di in their hubris willingly turning themselves into an incorrigible masochist with a crippling addiction to jing ke strap

Smut, Medb makes good on her assertion that she's a "rider of men". Now get in the ponyplay gear.

Smut, Caster Artoria is "forced" to go around town stark naked. It's definitely not her decision and she totally isn't doing this because she wants to guys.

Smut, Mash/Gudako/Musashi: Gudako has two hands! Mash/Gudako/Musashi/Barghest: Gudako has three holes!

Smut, Someone flirts with Shuten-Douji, she's receptive, they go back to her room, and this someone learns very quickly that there's a VERY important difference between "bottom" and "sub".

Gudao gets the most unique dysphoria moment of his life when he summons Jack on one of his ‘feeling like presenting as male’ days and is immediately greeted with ‘mom’ first thing in the morning. 

Smut, guda gets somno'd. listen they do not have the stamina to stay up for every heroic spirit that fucks them but they do have it in them to say "hey if i pass out/cant be woken up for it its fine to just go ahead and fuck me i dont mind"

Smut, Gudako gets railed by every woman in Chaldea who wants her, and boy do a lot of them wants her.

Gudako Killing Mash, don't care about the context as long as its brutal and tragic

Smut, Jeanne takes advantage of there being so many Saberfaces around Chaldea to disguise herself as a new one. Convinced it works, she becomes the subby well-fucked slut of everyone who wants her.

Smut, Castoria decides to get better at lockpicking. For some reason she decides the best way is by shoving a vibrator up her crotch and locking it in with a chastity belt.

Guda: ‘hey Xu Fu is it true you invented ninjas?’ Xu Fu: ‘Is it true I fucking what???’

Barghest flexes so hard her clothes fly off

Guda stuffing Mephistopheles (in a belly kink way)

Smut, Guda slips Archer Moriarty a pill that makes his dick grow substantially. He’s unaware at first, and eventually very annoyed.

Since the Knights of the Round Table and the Paladins are basically the same thing for their respective countries and since both Lancelot and Astolfo are from the other's respective country, Astolfo and Lancelot should have hot, steamy sex. For team building of course

who tf gets mash as a part of their round table , morgan or artoria ?

Smut, castoria should fuck cu alter. it wouldn't fix either of them but I think Castoria can take him + she could use a man who doesn't care if she scratches back.

since the main writers did kama so damn dirty i propose an ooku re-write where kama's goal isn't a suicide attempt but instead to get a new vessel. and they've set their crosshairs on gudao as their new body .

Xu Fu is forced to work alone with Xiang Yu, and accidentally ends up falling in love with him too

Smut, Bedivere being really fucking awkward around Castoria, because she's an incarnation of Excalibur and he sure jerked off with his Excalibur arm back in the days.

Any fandom

A character (can be any, for example Shirou) writing a letter for somebody else (can also be any, like Saber) when their friend (can be anybody, for example Emiya) comes in and shoots them, and said character shoots the friend in retaliation, then ANOTHER character (the same old can be anyone shtick, ex. Rin) enters and gets shot, and the character getting the letter gets shot multiple times by the three. P.S. then two other characters will come in and read said letter, and shoot each other. Isn’t that the most-

Crossover/Multi-fandom

*gestures to rin BB & luvia * won't somebody tame these brats ?!

Rin gets force masc'd by berserker morgan

as a show of good will morgan gets shirou & artotia a maid & butler as a wedding present. said maid & butler are a bimbofied luvia & force masc'd Rin. ( said duo are heavily brainwashed to stop fighting & work together ) their first orders are to mind the house while shirou & artoria are out of the country for their honeymoon.

#weekly roundup