#lil too gruesome for me at some parts lol

[vampyrgoff]

Hewos! How would the Sinclair Brothers act when they give their s/o her first kiss?

First kiss W/ The Sinclairs HC's!

sinclair brothers x fem!reader

contains— fluufffffff, minor violence in Bo's other than that its cute and its late while i write this so apologies for bad writing

requests— open!!! ill write for any slasher atp

vampyr's note— school is bustin' my girl balls fr, Sorry if the guys are a lil ooc, im delusional so I be just writing how I feel the situation would go frrrr, also its not gonna be good lol i just wanted to write something b4 bed because this is like my hobby

word count— 756 words and 3.8k characters

gifs aren't mine! credit for the dividers :D: @mmadeinheavenn thank you for your service 🤍

Bo Sinclair:

Your first kiss with Bo is rather.... gruesome :D (if you are a bo girly you gotta at least be a lil violent js)

He gives you your first kiss in his shop.

He has you talking it up with some visitors and keeping them distracted so he can strike a good kill with them

As you're talking with the visitors you notice one of the girls getting a lil too handsy with Bo. Shes touching his chest, biting her lips, and he's entertaining her too (cause he just would)

So while the other visitors leave, you ask the girl to stay back and to chit chat with you.

Once she turns her head, you blackout...

All of a sudden she's on the floor and you have a wrench in your hand thats bloody.

As she screams for help on the floor, Bo rushes up and this lil fucker has the biggest smile on his face.

"I knew you'd do somethin' about it" he coos at you.

"I-I dont know what came over me.." you say dropping the wrench on the floor with a loud bang.

"Darlin' its fine. Didn't think you'd go all out for your man like that." he'd say playfully.

He grabs you and smashes his lips against yours, dominating the kiss in seconds, while the girl basically watches and is bleeding out.

He has his hands on your cheeks and is kissing you like you just did something so amazing and wonderful.

"That's my girl." he says low and husky in your ear.

"Make sure she's the first one Vinnie does." You say as you pull away, completely flustered.

Lester Sinclair:

Your first kiss with Les is really sweet and rather innocent.

He kisses you in the forest (no not by the roadkill pile lol)

I feel like you and him just go exploring ALL the time

If you're not a nature person, he will beg you with PUPPY DOG EYES to go out with him constantly (you better give in, he deserves the world)

but I feel like he'd have a little area in the forest for you that has a fairy lights and a pretty stone path to a swinging bench that he built, just for you and him to have convos and talks.

I feel like you'd guys have this deep convo thst has to do with trauma and childhood trauma.

While you're pouring your heart out to him, he very lovingly places a small kiss on your lips as tears fall from your eyes while you remember your past and remember the things youve pushed past.

The kiss is soft, and quick.

He pulls away and is a bit starstruck at the random boost of confidence he just gained,

""m sorry. I- should've asked..." he says with the rosiest cheeks everrrr

he'll hold your hand and bow his head in shame, thinking hes gone too far.

but his heart starts to flutter once he feels your head rest on his shoulder as you guys talk some more.

Vincent Sinclair:

Your first kiss with Vinnie is adorable

It's in his basement ofc

You were in his bed, watching him work on some new sketches

Your eyes felt heavy and your breath was slowly starting to even out

Vincent hears your steady breaths after a while and rolls his chair over to you quietly, sketchbook and pencil in hand already.

This cutie straight up starts sketching your closed eyes, your nose, and your messy hair that's sprawled all over his pillow

as he adds more detail to his drawing he finally gets to the part of your face that leads to your lips.

he looks up from his sketch book and truly stares at your lips for awhile, really eyeing the depth of them and the softness of them.

he tilts his head to get a better view of them and he finally takes his mask off.

(he tends to wait for you to be asleep to finally take it off in the first few months of you guys dating)

he gets into bed with you and looks at your sleeping face and just simply admires it. the sound of your soft snores coming from your parted lips relaxes him.

eventually he very timidly places his lips onto yours, careful not to wake you up.

he places a few more pecks on your lips before pulling the duvet over your body.

after that night, it becomes a routine of his to watch you sleep and to sneak in some maskless pecks to your sleeping figure

#im so tired #wrote this at 2 am lol #i have to get up at 4am lol #vincent sinclair #slashers #house of wax #slashers x reader #bo sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair imagine #vincent sinclair x reader #lester sinclair #lester sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x reader imagine #bo sinclair x reader imagine

[thekrows-nest]

(anon)

Lmao Mary is meant to be in her late 20s abouts. We'll just say she has major baby face and not that I am a failure of an artist. /lh dnmfzzvbf

Nooo don’t self deprecate! I’m not good at guessing ages. Also adult babyface is a thing, she just has this wide eyed naive look that reads much younger. (Girl, what’s your skin routine)

Hmmm, that is the question isn't it? Why DID she move? What regrets does she have? I'm sure you'll develop some Krowspiracy theories in no time anon.

I’ve been holding off because there isn’t a lot on Mary yet, plus I’ve been spamming you with asks lately (asjsk). But if you were interested I could cook something up in my Krackpot. I’ve got a few ingredients.

ANON LOL.

Oops, didn’t realise Luke was more a father figure to Krow. That changes things a lot. Kicking myself for not assigning him the father of the spouse role at the wedding

eeeee okay anon I will (try) not to self deprecate! Honestly, that's always been a problem for me too. A lot of people tend to look much younger to me than they actually are ha ha.

To answer part of the naive look, and leading into the next part, I'll give some more deets on Mary. And it'll help fuel your lil Krowspiracy theories lol. - She does have some naivety; she grew up in a pretty restricted environment. - Which leads to one of the reasons why she has stepped out of her comfort zone to live out away from her family and be with her girlfriend; to gain some experiences for herself. - Speaking of her girlfriend, her name is Camila, and she's first generation Mexican-American (her parents had immigrated from Mexico). Mary has been learning a lot about Mexican culture from her girlfriend, and also other things. - Mary is Christian, and one of the things she has been grappling with is her faith. She's been unlearning a number of things that she considers hateful and not very Christ like that came from her previous environment. - Even so, there is someone from her past she longs to see again. If anything, to just say she is deeply, deeply sorry for failing them.

And lol yes, Krow sees Luke in a fatherly light. No worries anon. I'm not against the crackship of Luke x Krow lmao. Luke has done things for Krow he never expected anyone to really do, especially someone who had been a stranger. Luke is known to be someone that is very compassionate, warm and friendly. There's a reason hardly anyone has quit the job, despite how gruesome it is, with Luke in charge of the small team, as well as why people often put in 110%; it's for Luke.

#winndy talks #about mary #krow asked and answered #mary asked and answered #luke asked and answered #the krow's nest #the krow's nest verse #about luke

[runicmagitek]

Talk about your dnd OCs! I would love to hear about them 😁🌟

Oh Wiz! Thank you!! This is so sweet. Let me round up my faves I've collected over the years.

Viuly - this is one of my oldest OCs in general that I converted into a D&D character. She's a high elf pact of the blade warlock who accidentally became a warlock while coming home after essentially flunking wizard school. Her heart is in the right place, but her methods can be questionable. She's the vodka aunt of the group.

Ilumina - Viuly's kid sister, who was mostly an NPC in Viuly's campaign, but I played her in a follow-up campaign. She's a high elf knowledge domain cleric. She's a good girl who suffers from insomnia and just wants her sister to come home safe and sound. If Viuly is the "someone's gonna die" character, Ilumina is the one jumping in to go, "of fun! :D :D :D"

Rivyn - my anxious murder girl. She's a tiefling assassin rogue (with some levels in cleric) who grew up abandoned on the streets and is like a feral cat - kind of lashes out at anything that moves, but is a sweetie once she warms up to people. Her claim to fame was stumbling upon a cursed deck of many things and then making it her mission to destroy it.... yeaaaah it went exactly as well as you imagine it would. tl;dr - some deities got involved and before she was escorted to hell, Sarenrae intervened and took Rivyn in. So she's now an ascended tiefling(??? whatever we houseruled this) who acts on Sarenrae's behalf to bestow redemption in times of need (and she's a lot less murder-y about it lol). Whenever we do campaigns in that particular universe, sometimes Rivyn pops up as a patron saint to orphaned children. People respect her by leaving blankets out at night for her spirit to snuggle in (she had an extensive blanket collection).

Zaki - She's a half-elf battle master fighter. She was once a military officer with a promising career, but after discovering the toxicity behind the scenes, she abandoned that role to join others who wanted to do the right thing. Her campaign is about 200 years after Rivyn's and she used to idolize the (very exaggerated) stories of the now ascended tiefling; she even managed to summon Rivyn to "smite" a corrupt politician (probably the most epic 100 roll I've ever done). Sadly, Zaki's campaign has been on hold for a while, but last she left off was heading into another plane to stop a lich. You know, like you do.

Zephyr - Oh this little gem. Zephyr is a paladin of Shelyn (we incorporate a lot of Pathfinder lore, if that wasn't evident already), who most people believe is an aasimar. And they believe it too, because they were totally left on the temple's doorstep as an infant and not... you know, a newly hatched silver dragon separated from their family who panicked and turned into a human. They grew up surrounded by art and want nothing but to spread beauty and love wherever they go. I haven't gotten far in their campaign, but they are a ray of sunshine amongst a bunch of other nerds who'd rather talk things out than stab a guy.

Megami - We once ran a homebrew D&D game incorporating Shadowrun stuff, because while I love Shadowrun, I hate playing Shadowrun lol Megami is an elven bard (essentially a street shaman) who summons two kitsune to either buff or debuff, depending on what's going on. She dressed like an avant-garde cyberpunk kabuki actress and danced and sing to cast her spells. Her claim to fame was assuming some asshole hospital director's identity (I forget which bard ability it was, but wow did I jump on that) to go live on a broadcast stating that all homophobic/transphobic rules and regulations were lifted - this was a part of some quest we had with a biker gang that were turned down for gender-affirming surgery. It was amazing.

Damianos - my other murder child. He was a human rogue/paladin/sorcerer in a Ravnica campaign we did. He originally was a pirate from Theros, who was then ripped away and plopped into Ravnica, lost a bunch of his memories, and woke up as a Dimir spy. All he cared about was serving himself and trying to find a way back home (bonus points if he could bring his boyfriend with him, another Dimir informant). He was very bursty damage-wise, but quite squishy and had the worst luck with skill check rolls. A lot of "I can do this!" and immediately falling flat on his face. He was like if Jesper Fahey and Trevor Belmont had a kid. Sadly, he did not get a happy ending in that he couldn't break free from House Dimir or go back home, but he's at least got his boyfriend!

Also, not D&D characters, but here are some honorable mentions from other TTRPS:

Hiccups (from Shadowrun) - a human street mage who only became a runner so she could pay off her college debt. She's too pure for this world and the white mage of the group (her only weapon is a taser, I kid you not). Also doesn't do well with gruesome deaths and she earned her runner name due to constantly hiccupping and crying when she did witness an awful death.

Remi (from Vampire) - a Khaibit vampire from the punk rock days of London. She was the bodyguard for a Toreador vampire, specializing in boxing. She was a quick lil' thing who was also good with computers and preferred doodling in her spare time. Barely talked, but that's what her fists were for ;D

#my barrel of ocs #d&d

[lasteverafter]

YOU’VE  HEARD  ABOUT  HER,    HAVEN’T  YOU?      THE  NEVER  WHO  DOESN’T  WANT  HER  STORY  ---    JOY  OF  FOXWOOD.

hey remember chaddick’s portrait? you do now.

joy is the brainchild of me and one wretched teapot so this time there was less thinking involved on my part. / @wretchedteapot i’m stealing ur content.

didn’t mean we didn’t have to do some serious mental gymnastics though.

(just give us ages already gdi)

so yeah, JOY!!! she’s an absolute sweetheart, befitting of her name but also she rarely feels actual joy!!!! because of her mountain of issues!!

she’s the daughter of odile / the black swan from swan lake.

and she’s basically a never, but she doesn’t want to be because HELLO has anyone ever thought about the system in sge .... like you are literally killing your classmates. why isn’t anyone breaking over being destined to die in a very bad way.

my canon now in my canon we break the school into ruins!!! bye!! nada!! just rocks and rubble!!!

we’re putting in a lil bit of social reform into her character!!!

her full name is joy tiane we’re not pulling a soman here right now.

around 16-18. she’s a bit older than the main cast of sge and probably a year ahead. the prime time for a mid-life crisis!1!!1!!

she’s an only child and lives in foxwood alongside her family.

technically a never. but it too nice to be accept as one but too evil to be accepted by evers f.

first on her mountain of issues is the fact that she’s a splitting image of the daughter of odette / the swan queen, albeit more akin to a darker twin. while the other girl has light golden hair and fair darling blue eyes, joy has stark black hair and dark DARK brown eyes.

girl doesn’t even have an appearance to call her own. whew! issues.

is of asian descent, very willowy, lean and tall - a ballet dancer physique.

her hair is quite long but very straight. slightly choppy at the ends but generally looks very silky and nice.

but has really long lean muscular legs and is quite tall, 168cm.

her vibes are cottagecore bisexual who doesn’t want to be evil but also has her very evil grandpa and mother breathing down her neck!!

she’s a very sweet girl, enjoys making pies and cake but breaks down once a week cause she doesn’t want to die a gruesome death and accept her destiny!!!

joy: i made pie :D evers: TO POISON US WITH???????? HOW DARE joy: not again.

neighbours and childhood friends with the gremlaine brothers. they hang out together and joy often writes back to them in school.

when she goes shes like i will send everything back and i will tell you ev er y t h i ng

joy: ur my only friend here chaddick chaddick: dies joy: tf am i supposed to do now?

joy very much accepted to go to the school for bad because fuck home fuck mom bad memories. i only have one month worth of good memories here it’s not worth it.

has mommy issues. her mom is very much a huge pusher for joy to do bad things and be villainous when joy literally only wants to bake cake.

her grandfather is really pleased with a granddaughter who looks exactly like odette’s kid!!!! his scheme isn’t over yet just wait.

very soft just radiates sunny vibes, but the evers don’t like nevers and nevers don’t like soft babies like her.

can get REALLY prickly though, especially when you make her mad. she is literally going to wage a war against you. you can literally feel her murderous bad vibes.

cold shoulder queen. doesn’t give a fuck about you if you spite her lmao.

[insert name here]: HELP I CAN’T SWIM joy: your point? [insert name here]: I’M DROWNING joy: and im reading

she doesn’t like it when her villain instincts take over but its kind of a part of her and she can’t deny her blood (as much as she’d like it).

joy: why does magical violence have to be the last resort. can’t it be like. the fifth.

dances ballet!! just a dancer. can’t do any other sport to save her life. sings sometimes.

as a result just walks around in ballet shoes 24/7. she used to take them off but now she’s just like. yeah.

joy: breaks in her pointe shoes the evers that are passing through: oh my god she’s murdering someone or something. the nevers on the floor beneath: oh my god what kind of never DANCES??

cracks her neck and back a lot. it’s horrifying for the evers she’s around lmaoo.

sometimes ~ waddles ~ like duckies (OR SWANS HAHAHA) because she walks with her feet turned out. she can turn back in, she’s just too tired to.

sprawls a lot. chairs are her worst enemy.

going thru a serious identity issue someone help the poor girl.

her magic specialty is curses but she absolutely fails uglification because her blood curse prevents her from looking any different from the daughter of odette.

lives in tower vice. has a horrible relationship with her dorm mates but wbk.

has prosopagnosia / face blindness. it’s not too bad but she’s awful with remembering faces and it takes very long to remember a face.

ironic considering her mother’s story lol. but yes! if you suddenly change your hair joy probably has no idea who you are.

also why she rarely calls people by their name.

also comes with a healthy dose of anxiety and coming off as rude or uncaring.

that’s why she always wears a red bow in her hair, cause she’s not going to recognise herself in the mirror if she doesn’t. looks in the mirror and goes who’s that bitch.

when you wanna mix things up a bit and wear a different colour bow but then you don’t recognise yourself anymore.

probably introduced herself to the brothers four times in a span of two months. literally cannot tell them apart most of the time because they all looking the fucking same.

joy: hey there’s a new kid next door :D the kid: is actually three similar looking guys joy: now hold on a minute.

joy with people she likes: 🔮🌹💖🌺💖🌹🔮 joy with people she doesn't like: 💔💢🔨⚔️ 🔨 💢 💔

#* JOY #mine: writing

[themilky-way]

paris {s.r}

gif credit: sincerelycalum on tumblr

pairing: spencer reid x female! reader

summary: while working on a case in paris, you and spencer realize that there may be more to your friendship than you think. how long until the city of love casts a spell on you? based on this song.

warnings: none i think it’s just fluff  (like everything I write lol)

author’s note:  this long af bc this was supposed to be a series and this would’ve been the second part but the first one i posted didn’t do well lmao. so instead, just enjoy this one shot and maybe i’ll post the first one again if u guys want but idk. also we a lil bold in this fic bc we love confident queens

grabbing your go bag and cell phone from the charging port, you quickly made your way to the jet that was already waiting for departure. the team was ready to make their way to paris, france on a case for a serial killer that migrated from california. it had been difficult for everyone, considering the unsub wasn’t leaving much evidence. 

despite it being for work, you and the team were excited to explore one of the most beautiful cities in the world. if you thought about it, it was kind of like killing two birds with one stone: the opportunity to finally catch a gruesome killer and a vacation. morgan was practically shaking with anticipation as he kept getting up from his seat and bothering garcia every five minutes and then going back. 

“just think about it, baby, all the smokin’ hot people we’re gonna meet. I mean, it’s called the “city of love” for a reason!” derek rambled to penelope as she typed away rapidly on her computer. 

“this isn’t a vacation, sugar, but yes I’m aware of all the potential babes we might encounter. and for that, I prepared another bag,” she giggled as derek started to laugh along with her. he raised his hand to high five her and she lifted hers too, lightly patting it. 

“oh you’re bad bad aren’t you,” he laughed, and they both continued to talk too rapidly for the others to understand. meanwhile, you had grabbed your seat next to emily and right across from you was spencer. you and emily were talking about god knows what, the range going from guessing the types of desserts paris had to perhaps renting a motorcycle for your stay. the banter between the both of you was endless, and you even started watching a french movie to get some pointers on the language. 

between the jokes and wondering remarks, you didn’t really notice that spencer was observing you the whole time. sure, he could play it off as if he were judging both of his coworkers for their lack of knowledge on french culture and linguistics, but he wasn’t really doing that, was he? no, in fact, he was watching you in such depth, the way he’d look at the pages of a book, and taking in every aspect that you had to present. he was, in the most simplest way it can be described as, mesmerized.

the day spencer realized that he looked at you this way shocked him. to be completely honest, it scared the hell out of him. he never pictured you as anything more than a friend, and he always thought you were too relaxed for a job like this. he told himself that he’d leave the matter alone, that their would be no thinking or second-guessing of any kind. but the second he’d lay his eyes on you, it’s like the rules he made up never quite existed. however, the more he looked back on it, there was one question that urged this matter forward: am I gonna find out why?

he shook out of his deep concentration to look up at the voice that was now speaking to him. his eyes focused again and he stared at you confused.

“reid, you okay? you’re spacing out on me, buddy,” you said, head turned slightly from the position you were seated in. you had shifted in your seat to face emily, your left leg bent on the cushion and your right giving you stability on the ground. 

“sorry, I was busy thinking.”

“well, try not to use that big ol’ brain of yours too much yet, we’re gonna need it when we land,” you said, giving him a small wink. he gave you a small smile while a tiny smear of rose-colored blush crept its way onto his cheeks. it was a friendly gesture; everyone on the team did it so you thought, “why the hell not?”

reid opted to read a little bit while on the plane so that he could get in some new interrogating tactics for when they met the unsub. you and emily continued to watch french movies and spot all of the hot actors and actresses you thought would be fake, penny and morgan, well they were on a whole different level of fun. the only ones quiet and doing some work was hotch, jj, and rossi. 

the plane slowly began to descend, butterflies erupting in your stomach from the fall, before the captain announced, “we are now ready to descend and are getting ready for arrival.”

when the captain finished, hotch began, “alright, listen up, team. the location of this case was by chance and we shouldn’t get distracted by anything or anyone. do your job quickly and efficiently as you’ve always had.” he spoke sternly, his shoulders were straight and his face emotionless and heavy with sleep. to any other person, hotch would be a zombie who helped solve murder cases, but to the bau team, he was their leader and they admired him. 

“oh, come on, hotch! if we work extra hard these few days and have enough time by the end of the wee-” you began before getting cut off. 

“yes, we can stay a while and explore the city. the unsub and the evidence altogether looks promising, so hopefully we can wrap it up quick. but don’t stray from your path in the meantime.”

everybody nodded and “yes, sir’d” before standing up and grabbing their luggage from the compartments at the top of their seats. everyone walked out in pairs and headed for the taxi cars that were waiting for them. you took emily, morgan took reid, jj and penelope partnered up, and of of course rossi and hotchner stuck together. at different paces, the team agreed at a nearby hotel closest to the paris police department that had called them. getting your bags in the car, along with the rest of the girls’, you made your way to the hotel to check in and drop your luggage off.

at first glance, it looked like a simple building; a cream color adorning the walls and some very intricate, sophisticated street lamps aligned on the perimeter of the parking entrance. before entering, there was a sort of roundabout you had to pass in order to reach to valet parking, and in the center of the roundabout, was a water fountain. it was simple, yes, but to parisians only. to outsiders, like the bau, it was already quite elegant. the ladies, including you, pitched in a little to pay for the ride and once you got out, there was a young man who offered to take your bags inside. 

“avez-vous besoin d'aide, madame?” the boy said. all of you looked at each other a little confused because even though you thought it might’ve helped, watching french movies for nine hours with emily wasn’t doing it. 

“he’s asking if you need help with these. here,” penny clarified before putting her tiny hello kitty handbag in yours, “let me handle it.”

she walked up to the somewhat tall boy, looked him over once, and said in the thickest french accent there was, “oui je fais mon doux muffin merci beaucoup.” she did a tiny hair flip to her blonde curls and came back to where the rest of you were standing.

“penny, uh, what exactly did you tell that boy?” emily said, stifling down a small giggle.

“nothing, i just said “yes” that I needed help and “thank you very much.”

“no, no, the other part. there must’ve been another part to it. tell us!” jj said, grabbing penelope by the shoulders and shaking them lightly. 

“what other part?”

“the one where you made a boy dressed in victorian era clothing blush like a maniac over some luggage,” you laughed. to this, garcia started to laugh too and then even harder. you and the rest of the girls had puzzled grins on their faces, but the inkling of seeing your friend laugh so hard was reaching your guys’ throats too. 

when she finally caught a breath to speak, she said, “I called him my sweet muffin!” at this, you and the girls broke into heaves of laughter, and couldn’t stop. you and jj had to bend down and place a hand on your stomachs’ to stop them from hurting a little. after a while, there was no words just the intake of small breaths and exhaling them out for control. when the fun comedy was over, you guys followed the boy and his friend inside the hotel lobby. `you took turns registering, and when you were all done, you saw that the rest of the team had beat you to it. they were sitting down in a cushion area near the front desk and were waiting for you guys. 

“okay, now that the rooms are ready, you all can pick a partner to dorm with. it doesn’t really matter, but just choose wisely. I know some people get too crazy when they’re together,” hotch announced, flashing a look at you and garcia before handing out keys. you and emily teamed up per usual, and the rest pairing up in the same order they had been in before. once everyone was ready, you started to make your way up to your rooms while making small chatter with the rest of the gang. emily inserted the key into the lock of the door, and as soon she opened the door, your eyes’ were met with the most delicate and luxurious room you both have ever encountered. 

on either side of the room were two king sized beds with victorian style bed sheets; the design on them were floral, the pastel shades of the roses tracing the outline of the bed beautifully. the ends of the sheets were long, but shabby, which added a nice, elegant, and almost romantic feel to it. 

in the middle of the two beds was a small isle that allowed one person to walk on it at a time. at the end of it, was the entrance to the balcony, which gave view to the famed Eiffel Tower. the small cities, parks, and lakes, that made up the ground portion of the tower were now completely lit up, giving way to an entire new feeling for you. you set your bags on the bed, pushing the cushion down with your hand to feel the softness of it, and made way to the balcony.

“i’ll be right out here, em, if you need me,” you said, waiting for the small “yup” that came from her before proceeding. as soon as your leg crossed the small threshold to the other side, the fresh, cool breeze of the night flooded your senses. you smiled and took in the emotion it gave you, fully crossing over to stand against the railing now. you took in the sights first. the trees that shaped the parks swiveled against the current of the wind, couples of all ages walking hand in hand, admiring how the moon and the stars matched so well to their love. the lights of the tower gleaming brightly and almost seemingly looking at you, as if they asked you, “don’t you realize, (y/n)? don’t you pay attention?” 

paris, and everything it was offering you at that moment, put you through a trance. one where you began to actually speak to the lights, the very same ones that millions of others had fallen in love under. “realize what? I do pay attention, i always have, but what is it I need to notice?”

you kept staring and looking around, if the lights actually were talking to you and this wasn’t a dream, and that you weren’t crazy. you looked around the balcony and walked on it to spy a tiny clue your instincts informed you about. soon enough, you noticed that the balcony was shared by the room next door. you placed your right hand on the rail to kneel down a bit and see if you could figure out who the room belonged to.  

“maybe it’s penny, oh god please be penny. i’m not in the mood to see rossi in scooby-doo underpants...” you whispered fairly. just when you saw a dainty silhouette about to exit the restroom, you turned around to your end of the balcony. 

“(y/n)? are you spying on- (y/n), we’ve been here one hour! our hot, paris boyfriends can wait until we catch the unsub,” emily, whose head was the only part of her body on the outside of the balcony, whispered. “come on, get changed into some comfy clothes. we can take a look at the victimology together.”

standing up, you made one quick glance at the room and the figure was already gone and so was the light. thanks for that, eiffel tower lights, you thought. you crossed to you room again and took a shower before arranging your clothes according to the days of your stay. you put your pajamas on and climbed onto one side of emily’s bed to wait for her to come out of the restroom, since you guys took turns brushing your teeth. 

after about a half and hour of rearranging victimology statements and connecting photos from the crime scene, the both of you were ready to go to sleep. emily turned off her lights and you took one last glance at the view before doing the same. 

and then you heard footsteps on your balcony. 

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“you guys think I can woo a french girl tonight?”

“honey, with those shoes? not a chance,” garcia pointed out. morgan made a pout at her response and then acted as if he was offended. the team laughed and then raised their glass in unison and took a sip. the case, overall, went well. you guys managed to catch the unsub in an isolated tunnel and brought him over to the parisian authorities. you and jj had taken the only victim left alive to the station to make one final statement to the news. the rest of bodies were given proper burial and the families were finally given closure. 

because the team had performed beyond excellent, and there were still a few days left before your departure, the team opted on celebrating on a night out. currently, you and your friends were seated around a small circular table inside a local bar, chatting away at whatever came to mind. 

you chose to only drink mineral water, mostly because you knew that you were technically still at work and you didn’t want to risk being drunk in case of an emergency. reid, in a similar manner, chose a glass of soda to toast with. but while doing so, he found himself looking at you in the same way he did on the plane. he hadn’t been able to take in your features that night, but as everyone was so deeply distracted, he began to notice everything. 

he looked over your outfit for tonight, a red, plaid mini skirt with a black turtleneck. the shirt itself was fitted to your body and allowed your angles and curves to be accentuated perfectly. the skirt permitted your legs to be highlighted in a decent, and elegant manner. your hair was loose tonight, and with every breeze that made its way through the bar windows, it caused small strands to caress your face lightly and some to stick to your lip gloss. the heels, oh god, the heels. it drove him crazy; the delicate way in which they clicked when you walked on the concrete, how they would sometimes cause you discomfort and force you to stop and fix it,  how your gentle hand had grasp his shoulder for balance or else you’d fall. 

everything about you tonight was immaculate. no matter how hard he forced himself to look away from you, to stop thinking of you in any other way than a coworker, and to just drink his soda which was becoming less carbonated with every passing second, he just couldn’t. and it was scaring the hell out of him. 

you on the other hand, were still trying to decipher what the tower lights had asked you. what was there to realize? you were here, in paris, the city where millions of people fall in love, to fight a serial killer. the chances of you finding love, especially on a balcony where you had spied on a stranger, were slim. 

by the time you finished your thought process, you noticed that hotch was looking at you with a puzzled expression. 

“everything alright, (y/n)?” he softly asked you. 

“yes, sir, just thinking. is it okay if I head back to my hotel?”

“yes, of course, you might even catch reid on the way there. he left a couple of minutes ago.”

“thank you, sir. good night,” you spoke and got up from your chair, adjusting your skirt as you did so. huh, he left? weird, you thought. you left a tip for the waiter and bid farewell to the rest of your companions before grabbing your coat and clutch and exiting the bar. 

it was rather close to your hotel, so within a few minutes you had reached your dorm and set your things down. sitting down on the edge of the bed, you bent over slightly to unlatch your heels and slip them off your feet. you set them aside and you laid on your back for a few minutes. the only light in your room was the bathroom’s as you didn’t like strong lights shining during the night, so these dimmed ones would do. 

you closed your eyes for a little while and just let the sounds of the city flow through you. you had one opportunity to experience paris, and you weren’t gonna take it for granted. for a while, only your small inhales and exhales of breath were audible, the aura of the room peaceful. 

it wasn’t until you heard footsteps, the very same ones from that other night, on your balcony. your eyes flew open and you pushed your body upward to look back at your window. this is my shot, my chance, you thought. could it be a super old man who was here on vacation? yes. could it rossi, who might’ve gotten the dorm next to yours? maybe. were the possibilities of who the hell was on your balcony in a parisian hotel endless? again, yes. 

but you had to see for yourself, figure out what exactly the universe, paris, was telling you. so you got up from your bed and creeped quietly to the window and slid it up. you crossed the threshold, and even though your light was limited, you were able to make out a tall, thin figure. you inched a little closer, hands crossed over your chest to appear somewhat like a normal human. you wouldn’t have figured it out until he spoke. 

“(y/n)?”

his voice sent shivers down every inch of your body, and no, it wasn’t the cold air of the city, it was him. it was spencer. it caught you by surprise, the feeling his voice gave you, but you tried to play it off. he never made you feel this way, why now? 

“(y/n)? you okay?” he spoke again. this time you lightly shook your head and walked closer to where he was standing so you could lean on the railing now. his body followed yours, and now you were able to make out the perpexled look on his eyes. 

“hi, yeah, I’m good. just didn’t expect to find you here, that’s all,” you spoke quietly, unsure of yourself. he noticed, obviously he noticed, it’s spencer. 

“yeah, same here. I heard footsteps the other night here but I had just taken a shower so I didn’t come out until later.” you glanced up at him when you realized that he was the figure that was in the restroom you’d seen. the one you had spied on and probably would’ve seen naked if emily hadn’t interrupted. a tiny blush made its way onto your cheeks, and you were quite thankful the dark covered the rosy color a little. 

but spencer wasn’t dumb, much less stupid, and if he noticed every little detail about you tonight, he saw how you became around him. and god, he sure did like it. “oh, well that’s good, i guess,” was all you could mutter. so you turned your body now to face the tower, elbows on the railing and hands folded together. he saw the shift in stance and he followed, so now you were both side by side and looking at a view that somehow resembled your emotions for one another. 

“hey spence?”

“yeah?”

“have you ever fallen in love?”

his voice hitched a little and he felt his throat tighten. he let out a small cough to mask the impact of your question, but he found the strength in his voice to retort.

“what makes you ask?”

“no, no reason, i was just curious, ya know. being in paris and all,” you answered. you began to feel intrusive for asking such a personal question, but it had seemed easy for you to do so because of your friendship. you were looking at him as you replied, but then looked back towards the view again. the both of you stood in silence for a couple minutes, your guilt seeping in more at this point. 

“only once. it didn’t end well for the both of us,” he broke the silence. you turned your head to look at him, and you were about to open your mouth to say something when he spoke again. 

“but it happened a long time ago. i don’t think about her anymore.”

you straightened up a little and you continued to face him, prying a little deeper than you should be. “so who do you think about now?”

he glanced at you, his face quickly returning back to the nature displayed in front of him and then looked back to you. a small grin began tugging at his lips, as if he meant to ask, “is this your way of playing with me?”

you gazed up at him and took this sudden swerve of confidence to glance at his lips, and then back up to him, your own smile forming. 

“she’s standing on a balcony with me in paris.” 

#spencer reid x you #spencer reid fluff #matthew gray gubler #mgg #criminal minds #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds fanfiction #aaron hotchner #thomas gibson #david rossi #joe mantegna #penelope garcia #kirsten vangsness #jennifer jareau #aj cook #derek morgan #shemar moore #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid

[louiserandom]

The MadaTobi adventure has been chosen...

AND IT’S SOULMATES EXCAHNGING POWERS WOOOHOOOO (purple and green are the same option i just edited the form like a dumbass)

However, I’ve come to the inevitable conclusion THAT I WANNA WRITE ALL THESE FREAKIN PROMPTS or at least a couple more, so after this CYOA ends, I might just tackle the rest :D Thank you ALL so much for voting! I seriously didn’t expect this much feedback and I’ll do my best to deliver :3 *sends you all hugs, positivity and rays of sunshine during these trying times and hopes that each one of you is safe* Hopefully the story will provide some fun and distraction from the grim anxiety <3

Now, I couldn’t resist writing the first part before Camp Nano started so I’ll be posting the chapter a bit later today once I’m all done with work stuff :3 And as always, a few more notes on the rest of the survey questions~ 

Thank you for enabling my thotty side. Again ehehehehe

AND OH LOOK AT THESE VOTES FOR THE ADDITIONAL PROMPTS EH

+ Virgin Tobirama knows everything about sex; semi-feral tobirama who spends too much time with his summons; Hate to Love; A+ banter, maybe 1 combined w/ secret relationship; shameless Izuna - oh, 3 of these are definitely gonna be in the story ;)

Now, fair warning: it will be long because my brain made me add this huge plot and Zetsu’s fuckery to the mix which will result in his gruesome elimination from existence sorry for spoilers lmao and because I’m hopeless, expect some bijuu shenanigans as well👀👀👀 Granted, some of the plot points and tropes are going to be revealed in the story; like, Tobirama’s obliviousness level and the exact level of Hashirama’s over-protectiveness will depend on your choices :3 Hope y’all have fun with me!

And below the cut, comment responses <3 I’ve had to group some because I’ve got so little time right now but will hopefully be able to answer every question separately as time goes. Again, THANK YOU all for voting!!!

I would really like both options two and four, any chance? This all sounds incredible I am super excited thank you!

The third option also sounds good

I like Plot II and III too actually as well

I wish I could pick all of the story options ;)

I love your work and am so excited for this! I had so much trouble choosing answers in the poll because everything sounds so good!

Chose option I but strongly hesitated with option II cause it could be so funny.

All of these plots sound so awesome!!! It was super hard to pick one.

Argh! Why is choosing so hard? I want at least one of every option in every combination imaginable. That said, I chose plot 2 for the hilarious potential of put upon Tobirama with a sharingan but plot 1 was a very close contestant. I can't wait to see what you cook up. It's gonna be so great! - oz

DUDES ALL YOUR COMMENTS AND MY OWN EXCITEMENT ABOUT THESE PROMPTS MADE ME WANNA WRITE THEM ALL, FUCK IT!!! I definitely want option 4, it’s peak hilarity, tho I wonder if it would work more as a story proper, not a CYOA (I can think of a few interesting conflicts and choices in that verse tho, so we’ll see). But I do love option 1 as well; option 3 may be a little overdone? But basically, just lemme finish this one, try my best to deliver and then put the rest of the plots to another vote <3

I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH AND THANK YOU, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR SUPPORT!!!

p.s. Oz, you’re as always too kind <3

It would be funny if Tobirama was hilariously confident and actually decent at flirting with a flailing Madara but was actually a virgin. Like just completely and utterly shamelessly saying something like, 'yh I'm a virgin so you better make this good. I've got a lot to learn ;)' And of course Madara flails :D

THANK YOU. YES. THIS XD (Tobi would, wouldn’t he. And he very likely will, in this fic ;)

He is the dumbest Bitch alive with Tobi and Hashi running for second place. Bitch should have gotten some Senju dick to calm tf down.

No comments, only applause. You know what’s up

The fandom thanks you for doing God's work ;)

My insecure ass thanks you for your kind words <3

Hurt Tobi to show how protective Madara can be

Bold of you to assume I won’t hurt both of them and have them build each other back up again (lmao ignore my dramatic ass, as I said, nothing but light angst haha. But still some pain because plot said so :o)

Both being stupidly weak when it comes to kids

YEPPPPP YOU’RE READING MY MIND :D CAN’T WAIT TO WRITE THOSE SCENES

CLEARLY. Hashirama, Mito, Touka, and Izuna should all be one giant poly pile. 👀 Also it was impossible for me not to pick the option with Kurama. I love that grumpy asshole fox and I have... So many... Headcanons for him.....

HashiMitoTouIzu poly pile *stares* this... this.... MAYBE NOT IN THIS FIC BUT I WOULD LIKE TO TACKLE THIS IDEA AT SOME POINT LMAO THAT WOULD BE AWESOME :D (will maybe try to write a fic with them for camp nano ehehe)

Also, although ultimately, option 2 was chosen…. I couldn’t resist and added the possibility of Kurama appearing, I love his grumpy ass too much :D (Altho this will depend on the votes👀)

Maybe a child, adopted (kagami) or mpreg

Hmmm, no mpreg, just in this particular fic, but lots of interactions with children ;)

Wasn't he already? ://

ALWAYS

Madara is clearly the dumbest (Hashi is a close second)

YOU SPEAK THE TRUTH DEAR READER, I’M GLAD YOU SEE THE LIGHT

(Personally, I think Hashirama is the dumbest founder lol) But could you maybe make Tobirama and Izuna actually get along? They don’t have to be friends but just no active animosity. Maybe. You obviously don’t have to— would probably love it either way— but ‘tis my request

I may have to write that thesis about Madara’s dumbassery after all lol, be sure that I will convince you

And oh yeah, they definitely get along, don’t worry! Writing Tobirama and Izuna’s friendship warms my heart :3

I love flaily Mads and oblivious Tobes

WHO DOESN’T :D

Madara is not dumb, just a dumbass ^^ Also, bringing in Tobi's sensing is always a YES from me!

Nooooo HE DUMB AND A DUMBASS HOW BOUT THAT XD ehehe oh there’s gonna be a lot of sensing fuckery in the chosen option so I hope you enjoy! :3

At some point please let Mito and Tobirama befriend Kurama 'cause they're all powerful sassy bitches that will bitch slap you into your place and they all put the ultimate smack down on meddling Elders who've teamed up with Zetsu?

Although option 2 has been chosen… Kurama may appear in the story *shifty eyes* AND mf Zetsu lmao I need to kill that bitch. He’ll know pain^-^

Hashirama should be a smiling sociopath a la Symbol of Subjugation style. He knows there's something wrong but, hey, he wants to see his precious all happy :)

Oh, I considered that actually, I adore that fic! But imo it works better with a couple of other plots so I may consider writing him that way for a future CYOA :3 

I can already tell that this is gonna be one hell of a ride and I can’t wait!

Hell yeah go forth you funky lil author, you got this :D

Na

Nope nope I have non good luck

Luv ya <3

AHHHHHH YESSS I AM READY

Have fun

Thank you so much guys! <3 I’M EXCITED AS FUCK AND I CANNOT WAIT TO START :D

#THANK YOU ALL FOR VOTING!!! #madatobi #choose your own adventure #fic #lou writes #camp nano april 2020

[daesungindistress]

ABC Tag

I was tagged by @pbj-anonymous! rules: answer the questions and tag some cool people

(For those of you I tagged, you def don’t have to read this but just know you’ve been tagged at the end of the post...!)

a - age: 28

b - biggest fear: It’s a toss-up between losing my independence and dying while leaving behind important, unfinished work (important to me anyway). Okay, that’s a lie. Fear of death wins out. I like this world we live in. I don’t want to leave it anytime soon.

c - current time: 11:07 AM (this post has been queued)

d - drink you last had: Water (gag, I hate drinking plain water)

f - favorite song: How could I ever choose just one?!

g - ghosts, are they real: I don’t believe in the presence of ghosts in the sense that they’re the lingering souls of the departed, or manifestations thereof. I don’t truly believe any part of us remains behind when we leave this world (besides, you know, our decomposing bodies. There’s your gross, vivid imagery for the day, you’re welcome).

I do, however, believe in the existence of the supernatural, and in the presence of spirits we often cannot see all around us and even at times residing and working in us. Specifically, hostile, demonic spirits. It both frightens me and intrigues me. I’ve drifted away from the idea and don’t think about it much these days, but it’s hard not to have at least a fragile belief in it if you were raised in the religious household I was. My father was a minister outside of his 9-5 and his favorite aspect of the ministry was “deliverance,” i.e,. casting demons out of people.

It’s rare that this comes up in conversation (for good reason!), but when it does it’s always fun to see how people react when I casually mention that in my younger years my dad was, for all intents and purposes-- though I hate to use this term-- an exorcist. lol

A, B, C, D, E, F, G... (omg I just realized there’s no E!) Putting the rest behind a Read More.

h - hometown: Lil’ town in Texas that’s not so little anymore.

i - in love with: Things and people that inspire

j - jealous of: People who are able to spend money without a care (as long as they do so within their means of course). It’s not the money I envy, it’s the mindset.

k - killed someone: Wow, what a question. Here’s the deal. I’ve never killed a person, and I hope to God I never do, but I will say I’ve given it a good deal of thought. EXCLUSIVELY FOR SELF DEFENSE PURPOSES, I might add. Let’s be real, simply by virtue of being a woman in this wonderful yet treacherous world of ours, it’s probably not the worst thing to devote some serious consideration to: preserving your own life by being willing to take someone else’s if they are in the act of doing you harm. I cannot express how sincerely I hope I never find myself in a situation where it comes to that. But let’s face it, much as I love this world it ain’t all sunshine and roses. We are vulnerable.

My roomie and I were in a situation last year where I thought it prudent to mentally prepare myself for this, at the time, very real possibility. When you’ve got a strange man coming to your windows late at night repeatedly throughout the summer, you start to wonder at his intentions. And when the local police dept steps up its game and assigns a detective to the case without your asking, citing concerns that it could be a sex crime waiting to happen... you start keeping that handgun of yours within reach. Just in case.

Believe me, entertaining the idea of hurting another person at all, let alone in such an irrevocable way... it’s never pleasant. It never should be. But I’m the type who tends toward careful, calculated moves, and the last thing I wanted to risk was freezing up in the heat of the moment should that moment ever arrive, so I fired up my imagination and ran through a medley of gruesome what-if mental scenarios in the hopes that I’d be ready. I mean, I’m sure nothing ever truly prepares you for something like that, but... I do what I can.

l - last time you cried: Honestly can’t remember. Might have been back in January when I was writing Bright Like the Sun and found myself unexpectedly thinking up various scenarios about how the guys’ lives come to that inevitable end (why, brain, why). I’m going to cry again just thinking about it! Wtf why is this post so focused on death?!

m - middle name: Let’s skip this one. ;) I like my middle name, but I recently shared my first, so...

n - number of siblings: 2 brothers. I’m the middle child.

o - one wish: No regrets

p - person you last called/texted: My dear mother

q - question(s) you’re always asked: “So how’d you get into taxidermy?” Every other new customer that comes through the door asks me this, and I still have yet to find a concise way to sum it up. It’s been a long and winding journey.

r - reasons to smile: We live in a world of endless opportunity... Opportunity for learning, creating, sharing, growing...

s - song last played: Daesung’s Utautai no Ballad off his D’scover album, yesterday evening in my car.

t - time you woke up: Around 5:30 AM

u - underwear color: Black

v - vacation destination: My family and I are trying to plan a trip to Ireland? It’s been kind of hectic.

w - worst habit: Keeping people at arm’s length? Being physically and emotionally distant? Compartmentalizing everyone I meet then keeping the lids firmly shut, refusing to let them migrate out of one box and into another? (lol too heavy, I know. This whole post is so inappropriate.)

x - x-rays you’ve had: Dental, one for my foot when I stepped on a roof nail as a kid, and one for my back while in college-- and that’s how I learned I had a healed fracture from when I had fallen off my horse a couple years prior!

y - your favorite food: IDK, but I can eat a lot of sushi and not get tired of it (though it sounds unappetizing, I thought convenience store sushi during my visit to Japan last year was pretty great).

z - zodiac sign: Gemini

Tagging a few peeps in my recent activity feed who when they reblog from me add their own comments, in their tags or otherwise (please ignore if y’all have already done this thing or just plain don’t want to): @bacchikoibae @fangirl-2007 @you-go-seungri-coco @slaveoflunacy @daedae-is-my-baebae

#tagged #personal #spirits... this is where y'all start to think I'm a tad crazy #haha

[orpelia]

Air: “The Revelation”

Our new favorite earthbender gets kidnapped and we meet a new furry friend!

Keep reading for my reaction to Book I, Chapter 3.

Scroll to the end for my favs.

Broz 4 Lyfe

I’m so glad we have another set of siblings on the show.

While no one could ever replace our Water Tribe siblings,

I’m loving the dynamic of our fire-earthbending duo.

On the one hand, you have the lovable and well-intending little brother,

whose hobbies often include getting caught in some sticky situations.

On the other, you have the more sensible older brother, who can’t seem to go anywhere without his scarf and a headache---a common side effect from saving his little bro’s butt one too many times. 

But it’s like Mako said: all they have is each other. 

After that firebender mugged and killed their parents, the two brothers were orphaned and left to fend for themselves. Mako was only eight and Bolin, even younger; two kids forced to learn how to live---no, survive---all on their own.

So they look out for one another and love the crap out of each other.

They remember to bring home their brother’s favorite dumplings, too:

So... about that scarf, Mako.

It’s just---it’s not the most practical accessory, is it? 

I would think with all the punching and dodging and firebending he does in this episode it would’ve fallen off already??

I’ll keep the rest of my snide comments to myself because I have a feeling that scarf belonged to one of his parents, as we Mako cradling himself into it when he tells Korra that his brother is the only family he has left.

Actually, nope, sorry. I can’t help myself:

Okay. I’m done.

Red Alert: New Relationship

You probably think I’m talking about these two,

and how this scene reminded me of these two,

but I’m more interested in THESE TWO:

Bless ‘em!

If bumping noses is the animal equivalent to saying hello, then humans really ought to rethink the whole “humans are the more advanced species” or whatever.

Take Korra and Mako, for example. Dork #1 and Dork #2 flinch, jump, and scramble away from each other after their completely unintentional moment of physical touching.

[Rolls eyes.] 

Come on now, people. Platonic intimacy is a beautiful thing---get with it. 

“The Savior”

Of course, the real highlight of this episode is our newest enemy:

He’s still a little creepy, but now we have a backstory!

Amon, Leader of the Equalists, is on a quest for equality after his family suffered at the hands of an extorting firebender, murdering his family and all but destroying Amon’s face.

He says some pretty interesting stuff, so let’s break it down:

“The only thing bending has brought to the world is suffering. It has been the cause of every war in every era.” 

I’m not too sure about the “every war in every era” bit, but the Hundred Year War is hard to ignore. First, the War was started by a bender, who wanted to spread the wealth and prosperity of his nation with the rest of the world, which, how typical, turned into straight up world domination. Then, the Avatar, another bender---the ultimate bender, if you will---was supposed to end the war, but then he disappeared and all hope seemed to vanish with him. 

So if benders were the cause of the war, and benders were also the solution to the war (but then failed to deliver), what of the non-benders? 

Well, naturally, they’re caught in the middle; now, we’re seeing a glimpse of just how many got caught in the cross fire:

“Zolt has amassed a fortune by extorting and abusing non-benders. But his reign of terror is about to come to an end.”

Amon targeted this guy:

Lightning Bolt Zolt, Leader of the Triple Threat Triad, and “one of the most notorious criminals in Republic City.” 

Extortion and abuse is something we were briefly exposed to in the very first episode of LOK (see: those hooligans Korra beat up... then got arrested for beating up, lol). So, in a weird, twisted way, Amon should get points for taking out people who are abusing their powers. I may not condone his actions, but I see what he’s trying to do.

“[The Spirits] say the Avatar has failed humanity.”

It’s easy to write this guy off as delusional, which is pretty much what Korra and Mako do, but then he actually energy bends. 

Well, shit.

You’ve got to wonder: who the hell is he? And how is he---a non-bender---capable of wielding such power, a power exclusively reserved for the Avatar, or so we believed?

Ironic though, isn’t it? That energy bending---the non-violent solution that Aang utilized to put an end to a violent war---is now being used for very violent means. Clever, writers, very clever. 

However, Amon can easily get misguided by his revenge, personal vendetta, etc. and make the mistake of ridding the world of all benders. Just as all firebenders should not have been condemned for the actions of the Fire Lord and the Fire Nation elites, we can’t blame all benders when only select individuals are committing treasonous acts. 

Parting Thoughts

Wishful thinking, I guess:

You know, if they hadn’t killed off Jet’s character, I think the Anti-Bending Revolution would be right up his alley. Just think, if Jet had decided to keep his band of merry men the Freedom Fighters together, then maybe one of Jet’s followers could be the leader of the Equalists.

Or perhaps Jet gives up the Freedom Fighter lifestyle and starts a new life for himself---a small, albeit struggling life on a farm. Jet could be the father that was extorted then killed by the firebender, and Jet’s son could be the man behind the mask. Tacky, I know, but Amon’s backstory doesn’t sound all that different from Jet’s, minus the burned face.

I just hope Amon doesn’t have the same eyebrow situation as our main Freedom Fighter because that boy’s brows were not cute:

Then again, A:TLA came out in 2005, and the world was still recovering from the disastrous eyebrow trend of the entire 90s, so what do I know. 

   Favorites

Surprise, surprise: the kids stole the show.

We have these two chismosas (or nosy, gossiping troublemakers):

Though, to be fair, I’d react the same way if I saw Mako in real life. Ain’t no shame in the truth, girls. 

We also meet Skoochy, who’s too slick for his own good:

This lil fucker knows exactly how to play ‘em, and you know what, I respect that.

Damn, Korra. Chill.

Exhibit A

Korra, Mako just said that you need to be cautious. How is knocking a door off its hinges being cautious?

Exhibit B

Can you believe this bitch actually earthbended at two kids, hahaha.

Animals Are Food Friends

Another moment of appreciation for these two pals.

They work hard

and party harder.

Side note: as if we didn’t already know, it’s officially established that Naga and Korra are best friends and that melts my heart.

Quote of the Episode

Bolin: [Bouncing along with Naga’s strides.] Hah... Oh... Yah... Stop... I want... to be... on... your... back... please!

Bo, honey, you’ve got to stop making yourself such an easy target.

Wear Your Scars:

Amon: “I've been forced to hide behind a mask.”

Amon’s face was decimated by the firebender who murdered his family. In my head, which is not filtered by Nickelodeon and restricted by a TV parental guide, I’m imagining something very gruesome under that mask. Villain or not, Amon’s suffering was cruel.

So here’s to the ones who’ve been burned and scarred; here’s hoping Amon makes it out on the other side. 

Luckily, he’s got someone like Zuko to look up to:

credits

#legend of korra #book 1 #1x03