#little gifts you can give to your paranormal loving friends

[queen-of-the-boos]

You are Cordially Invited...

to the second ever-

(The envelope opens with a shrill shriek)

THAT'S RIGHT I'M DOING THIS AGAIN!!!

I'm throwing a little Luigi's Mansion themed ball for everyone who selfships and self inserts! (You don't have to selfship in the Mario universe to participate)

ᴵᵗ'ˢ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᵠᵘᶦᵗᵉ ᵃ ʷʰᶦˡᵉ ˢᶦⁿᶜᵉ ᴵ'ᵛᵉ ᵈᵒⁿᵉ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ˢᵒʳᵗˢ ᵒᶠ ᵖᵒˢᵗˢ ˢᵒ ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵉ ᶠᵒʳᵍᶦᵛᵉ ᵐᵉ ᶦᶠ ᶦᵗ'ˢ ᶜᵒⁿᶠᵘˢᶦⁿᵍ. ᴵ'ᵐ ᵃ ᵇᶦᵗ ʳᵘˢᵗʸ

Details about the event under the cut!

Now then, I'm sure you have a few questions. Hopefully I can answer them all here! Such as...

- What the heck are Banshee Blossoms?

Glad you asked, my fine friend! They're a fictional flower I made up based on these pretty little blooms on the roof of the mansion!

(Don't mind the fire. Luigi is totally fine.)

Here's my silly little doodled rendition for reference!

Banshee Blossoms are symbols of love, romantic and platonic, even familial! There's a tradition in the Boo Kingdom where you give one to someone you care about. They're said to bless whomever is gifted one with good luck and a happy relationship for the rest of their lives into their afterlife! Theyre pale white flowers that glow like moonlight with purple foliage.

They only bloom in the month of March, so now is the best time to come and view them!

- What's this event all about?

Another excellent question!

This event is tailor made for those of you who selfship or self insert as well as anyone who has Luigi's Mansion ocs! You're all welcome to attend! I'll be hosting it along with my darling husband King Boo 💕

It's just a small, relaxed event for everyone to have fun with whether you're an artist or not.

The general thing you can do is go around to your friends' ask boxes and leave them Banshee Blossoms should you feel so inclined. But we also have... Prompts!

- Prompts?

That's right! Prompts. You're a great listener!

The event runs from March 15th - March 17th, and throughout those days, you, dear listener, will have two prompts to choose from with which you may create things with! Think of them as themed projects? You can choose one or do both if you're feeling it!

The regular prompts will be:

15th - Arrival / Meeting

(Your arrival at the ball, or you meeting someone at the ball!)

16th - Grudges / Spinoffs

(Getting out any grudges before the party begins, or thinking of your self insert/ship/oc in the context of a Mario series spinoff like Mario Kart or Mario Golf ect.)

17th - Party / Comfort

(How you would be enjoying the party, or perhaps reviving comfort from somebody or something.)

Along with our regular prompts, we will also have musical ones for those of you who are music autistics with melodies in your heart like me.

Those will include:

15th - Treacherous Mansion /Paranormal Chaos

16th - Phantom Dancing / Luigi's Mansion DS

17th - Luigi's Mansion Credits / LM3 Music box

These work just like the regular creative prompts! You're just going off a song rather than an idea. You can do one, two, or all three of these options if you wish! No rules against that!

I'll be posting a daily post with all three daily prompts for that day around midnight (12 am CST) each day!

These prompts are for anything creative! Mood boards, writing, art, playlists, you name it! Even just posts saying what you and your fave are doing to participate are welcome!

- When is the event?

Just like I said above, the event will run the weekend of March 15th - March 17th.

- Where is it being held?

Well, it'll be hosted here on this blog! I'll be sure to look for posts and reblog them all here so everyone can see! Be sure to tag your posts for the ball with #Banshee Blossom Ball 2024 so I can see them! That's the tag I'll be looking for! Youre also free to tag me so I can see them too!

But...if you meant what location the event is being held... Its-

The Treacherous Mansion from Luigi's Mansion Dark Moon! It's a large mansion in Evershade Valley full of many interesting rooms that house treasures from a famous adventurer from days long past.

(Thanks for helping me show it off, Luigi! But get that AWFUL thing off your back-)

Phew! Hopefully that clears things up. I'll try to condense the info here for those of you who need a tl;dr

TL;DR

I'm hosting an event for self inserts and shippers as well as Luigi's Mansion oc havers! It's a ball themed after Banshee Blossoms, symbols of all types of love and new beginnings!

The creative prompts for the event including musical prompts (notated with a 🎵) are:

🌙 15th - Arrival / Meeting

🎵 Treacherous Mansion/Paranormal Chaos

🌙 16th - Grudges / Spinoffs

🎵 Phantom Dancing/Luigi's Mansion DS

🌙 17th - Party / Comfort

🎵 Luigi's Mansion credits/LM3 music box

The event runs from March 15th - 17th.

I'll make a post each day at 12am CST with a short blurb about the day's prompts to help inspire! (You're free to start on the prompts early though!)

Remember to tag your ball related posts with #Banshee Blossom Ball 2024 so I can see them!

I hope everyone has fun! Feel free to send me an ask over on this blog here if you have any questions or concerns!

This event is not for proshippers. Please kindly do not participate.

#self shipping community #self insert #Luigi's Mansion oc #Luigi's Mansion #Banshee Blossom Ball 2024

[inner-sparkle-inner-writings]

Dating Eli James would include:

For: @wearequeerskittles

Request:

Hey! I'm not sure if you're taking requests rn but if you are can you do eli james (from ghost whisperer) x fem! reader headcanons? (what it's like to date him?)

***

• Since the very first meeting, Eli couldn’t take his eyes off you, nor could he think of anything or anyone else but you when alone

• You meet him through Melinda, not long after she hired you on her antique shop when he came in one day

• You were unboxing items when he came in looking for Melinda and instead, finds you stocking the shelfs

• As soon as the two of you got talking, he forgot why he was there in the beginning until Melinda came in

• Before Eli left the shop, you end up exchanging phone numbers and he waits three days as to not to seem desperate, obsessive, or creepy

• You both find a lot of things in common, you both love to cook and as for your first date, you went over to his house and he cooked a special meal for you both to share that evening as you got to know each other more

• It’s not long after you both find having the same feelings for each other, and eventually, Eli works up the courage to be the first to confess and after your own confession, you both share your first kiss

• Since you’re his first, it’s reasonable to you for him to be a little overly protective of you and makes sure that he’s doing everything to keep you

• He spoils you nearly every day if not

• Once you’ve learned he had a similar gift with spirits as Melinda, he is often able to help you bring closure with deceased family members or/and close friends of yours

• Moving in together after six months into your relationship

* After a full year into your relationship, you are given a promise ring

• After two years of being together is when he works it up to give you a surprise proposal thanks to the help of Melinda, Jim, and Professor Rick Payne

• When Rick first comes into the picture, Eli gets a little upset after catching him spare a glance or two at you, and is sometimes even insecure when he catches that

• You have to reassure/remind him he has you and no one else can take you for themselves

• Exchanging the best jokes you know to each other

• By the time you learn of his spiritual gift, you get excited because the paranormal field is what you’re into at the time and you started a YouTube channel dedicated to that field

• Your second date was taking a ghost hunt together in an abandoned sugar factory building with items you brought along and taught Eli how they work and how to use them properly

• Items such as the Oujia Board, EVPs and even some ghost hunting apps on your phone

• Eli got jumpy after a loud bang was heard whilst playing the Oujia Board and thought you were insane for wanting to investigate what could have made the noise

• The whole time, you notice Eli standing closer to you each stop

• “Are you really that scared, Eli?” you joke

• “Yes, this is terrifying. I don’t know how you can do this.”

• Ever since, you haven’t been able to convince him to join you on another ghost hunt again

***

@inner-sparkle-inner-writings

#ghost whisperer imagines #ghost whisperer imagine #ghost whisperer x reader #ghost whisperer #eli james imagine #rick payne imagine #requests #request #requested

[xojinnie]

— task 001 ; questionnaire

[BRAVEHEART] 지니 is now live !

when’s your birthday? and what’s a significant memory you have about it?

my birthday is march 19th, 2000 — which makes me a pisces ! because i loved writing and reading so much as a little kid, my umma would take me to our neighborhood book shop and let me buy one book and one new journal as a gift. it became a tradition of sorts. even now when i’m far away from home, she still facetimes me to pick them out and then mails it to me in a care package. 

what’s a song you have on repeat recently?

weekend by fleur. that song makes me so happy. it’s such a vibe.

who is your role model?

my unnie deiji ! i don’t know what i would do without her. she’s so smart, brave, and kind. i have admired her since i first met her.

do you believe in ghosts? if so, do you have any paranormal experiences?

i do believe souls can roam our world when they have passed, but i have never personally encountered an experience. i think if it ever happened to me, i’d be really really scared.

what was your first kiss like? when was it?

it was really awkward. i was seventeen. neither of us knew what we were doing. that’s all i’ll say about that !

what is something you get told all the time?

i get told that i’m “too nice”. i don’t know why some people say like it’s a bad thing. i think it’s really important to remain kind in all circumstances. it’s so easy for people to pass judgement and have an opinion, despite not knowing the person or what they’re going through. i sorta just vowed to try and never do that because i see how hurtful that can be having it done to me.

do you have any regrets?

i wish i debuted at an older age.

how would you describe how you feel right now?

very vulnerable. it’s a bit scary.

what is something you do and don’t like about yourself?

i like my work ethic. i may not be the best but i try hard to keep up with my other members and not disappoint our fans. i don’t like how loud and talkative i am. sometimes, i can’t help it. i just really like to socialize ! but i try to be mindful so i’m not obnoxious.

do you have any fears?

heights, clowns, bugs, snakes, being disliked... i have so many. [ laughs ]

when was the last time you talked to your family?

sadly, i have not spoken to my brother and sister in weeks. it’s hard to schedule a good time with all my obligations and their jobs. but i’m very happy because i got to talk with my umma and halmoni this morning.

what city are you most looking forward to on the tour?

i am very excited for the south american leg of the tour. the fans there are very passionate and give us great energy for performances. especially in brazil !

do you have any allergies?

no, thankfully. i really love food so i would be so sad if i was restricted with anything. 

what are some habits or mannerisms that you have? good or bad.

i’m always snacking. i ramble because i hate silence. i’m a bit of a fidgeter because i have a lot of energy. i clap when i’m excited. i chew on my lip when i worry. honestly, the fans may be better at this question than i am. they notice everything.

what are your hobbies?

i like to bake, cook, and write. poetry, short stories. . . doesn’t matter. i’m trying to get better at learning how to play an instrument but i’m terrible, really.

how was your school life as a kid like?

i loved school ! i wasn’t the best student in the world but i did well. my sister was the whiz kid of the family, though. i was actually a little shy when i first started school but that started to go away once i started making friends. i kept to myself, really. i didn’t place much value in popularity or anything like that. i just like learning and interacting with people.

do you have any pet peeves?

people who know me always say it’s very hard to annoy me, which is true. i guess the one trait that bothers me the most is rudeness. it just makes me deeply uncomfortable.

do you consider what you’re doing right now your dream job? if not, what is it instead?

absolutely. i am very honored to have trained, debuted, and had a successful career so far as an idol. it’s been my dream my entire life and i can’t believe it’s come true.

what motivates you?

my family, my members, my friends, the fans. they’re my light in any darkness.

what’s something you can’t live without?

FOOD ! [ laughs ] and my cat lulu.

do you have a celebrity crush?

what’s his name again...? spider-man ? [ jinnie’s team answers in the background ] yes ! tom holland. i think he’s really sweet and talented. 

what is your go to karaoke song?

paradise by michelle. it’s such a fun song to do.

what type of drunk are you?

i don’t drink much. i feel silly when i do. 

do you collect anything?

stuffed animals, especially squishmallows. they’re too cute. if i see one when i’m out, i have to buy it. manager-nim is so over having to carry them back to our apartment. 

when you’re sad, what do you do to cheer yourself up?

i bake and watch a disney movie. usually, moana or little mermaid. i also try to call my umma if i can.

#infinite:task #꒰ ♡ ꒱ characterization ╱ jinnie ◞ #꒰ ♡ ꒱ career ╱ jinnie ◞

[meltotheany]

hi friends! happy spring and happy april! i hope you are doing well and being gentle with yourselves! i feel like i am a little all over the place with wrapping up march, getting my first quarterly post of 2024 ready, prepping for some kpop comebacks, and just getting back from a wonderful vacation! but first things first – i need to talk about the eight books i read in march! (spoiler alert – i feel like i was handing out four star ratings left, right, and center this month haha!) down below will be mini reviews, some with links to full reviews, with content and trigger warnings! ✨ ✨ Bride by Ali Hazelwood ⭐⭐⭐⭐ ARC provided by the publisher via Netgalley “I would take anything she chose to give me—the tiniest fraction or her entire world. I would take her for a single night knowing that I’ll lose her by morning, and I would hold on to her and never let go. I would take her healthy, or sick, or tired, or angry, or strong, and it would be my fucking privilege. I would take her problems, her gifts, her moods, her passions, her jokes, her body—I would take every last thing, if she chose to give it to me.” i feel like all my friends who also loved this one, were all by my side here on goodreads, back in the early 2010s, reading all the paranormal romances known to man (or that our moms kept on their bookshelves). the nostalgia for books like riley jenson, black dagger brotherhood, kate daniels were so very felt. yet, this book completely stands on its own and is a really good book that i highly recommend. content warnings from the author (please use caution for potential spoilers): death of several people within the context of a war between different species (vampires, werewolves, and humans) is mentioned, several mentions of blood, kidnapping, mild violence, poisoning and attempted murder, attempted kidnapping/harming of a child (she is unharmed), death of a parent (off page in the past and off page in the present), explicit and graphic sexual content, knotting (the mmc’s apparatus is not quite human?), cursing and vulgar language other trigger + content warnings i found while reading (ali’s books really do have such good tws – i am always so thankful and impressed): missing friend, mention of sickness of child (she is fine), spider mentions, brief mention of death during childbirth, brief mention of loss of a partner in past, mention of vomit, parental abuse and neglect, and violence ❤️ full breakdown review HERE ✨ The Prisoner’s Throne (The Stolen Heir Duology, #2) by Holly Black ⭐⭐⭐⭐ 1.) The Stolen Heir ★★★★ “I need no protestations of your feelings. Love can be lost, and I am done with losing.” let me just start this mini review with a big preface: you all know holly black is one of my favorite authors of all time, and her world of faerie is one of my favorite settings of all time, so just reading a new world by her, and being in this world again, was truly a joy to me and will be one of my favorite reading experiences of the year. in the first book in this spin off duology starring oak, we get to go on a quest line adventure alongside him and Suren, while they both are contemplating the person they want to be versus the person their birthright is trying to lead them to be. i really enjoyed it and could not wait for this second book, especially because we all know holly black loves a good cliffhanger ending. yet this second and final installment, despite picking up right where book one left off, felt so unlike the first book in this duology. i feel like a lot of people picked up the stolen heir wanting more of jude and cardan’s story, and were a little upset when they were given something completely different. and i almost feel like that sentiment was very heard, therefore this book feels way more like a continuation of jude and cardan’s story with oak struggling to be the main character alongside the plot that ultimately felt like a new set up for what is to come. and i don’t really know if this is a complaint or praise, b...

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#2024 #ana huang #Book Blog #Book Blogger #Book Review #Book Reviewer #book worm #carrisa broadbent #hafsah faizal #meltotheany #Reading Wrap Up #robin hobb #Sarah J Maas #Throne of Glass #Wrap Up #yona of the dawn

[astro-b-o-y-d]

I know nothing about your OCs please tell me who they are

Okay WELL I appreciate the vagueness but I have so many at the forefront of my mind so 🤔

I could always tell you about my Shining Star University 7/DR7. Basically just seven Danganronpa OCs whom I also plan to use in a few chapters of the Gravity Falls fic I'm writing.

Ryuji Saeki: The Ultimate Otamatone Player. My special goofy boy who's just an absolute ray of sunshine, although he isn't quite as bright when it comes to thinking. But he means well and has a big heart! He's also very good at rhythm games!

Honoka Saeki: The Ultimate Alternative Singer. Ryuji's twin sister, and a lot more reserved and quiet than her brother. A girl of few words until you put a microphone in her hands and let her sing her heart out onstage. She's also a fan of tourist trap type shops (she has a taxidermied possum named Fluffy that she got from one), gothic lolita fashion, and she's pretty good at identifying mushrooms.

Katsuo Matsuda: The Ultimate Tennis Player Robotics Engineer. Was originally entered into school as a tennis player via his mother, but he knows she only did it because all the women in their family were professional tennis players. And, uh, given how he's a trans boy...we can put two and two together. Anyway, he's treading his own path and pursuing his own dreams. Outside of that, he's a fan of scary movies and will infodump at a moment's notice. ALSO his name translates out to 'victory, hero, manly'. Good for him.

Ava Tarnbull: The Ultimate Baker. She's a sweetie who was born on Valentine's Day, but due to that and not having many friends in her childhood, she chooses to give other people gifts on this day instead of asking for them in return. Usually her gifts are baked goods she made herself, and all of them are free of any fondant because she refuses to touch the stuff and thinks it's nasty uwu She also loves puppets and cooking shows, especially ones focused on bad cooks. Also clearly only half-Japanese; her other half being Scottish.

Mio Hatanaka: The Ultimate Ballerina. Very shy and meek, and prefers to let her dancing do the talking for her. Which it often does; she's the best ballerina in the country and beloved by so many. But despite her nerves off the stage, she's very kindhearted and will warm up to people if they talk to her long enough. She loves cute things like plushies and tiny dollhouse furniture, and also pretty girls who bake (heehee).

Hitomi Yoshihara: The Ultimate Surgeon. The Girlie of all time. She was raised in a 2-bit circus and did surgery on the performers when they got hurt. She's aroace. She can juggle. She wants to study the anatomy of a paranormal or supernatural being, specifically by getting one of their limbs. She is a Bill Cipher fangirl for this reason in her GF-verse (once again, not in a romantic sense. She just wants to put him in her handbag and steal his arm, #girlthings). She's such a silly and a little scary, but she takes her job and the lives of her patients very seriously.

Ishida Amano: The Ultimate Extreme Sportsman. If there was ever someone who could toe the line between extreme stunts and extreme safety, it's Ishida Amano. He will perform death-defying stunts on the regular, but will cancel any and all plans to do so if he doesn't have the specific safety equipment needed for the stunt. He will ride around school hallways on an electric scooter (one that stops on a dime), only to scold someone for running in the hallways. He's VERY intense and VERY extreme, but his heart is usually in the right place. He just wants to keep his friends safe, in a very Ishida way. Also my friends and I have a running joke with him slapping a helmet on every unprotected head he can find.

That's it, those are my darlings~! 🥺 I've been thinking about them for a year straight, and I love them SO much.

#Asks #Anonymous #DR7 #My OCs #Ryuji Saeki #Honoka Saeki #Katsuo Matsuda #Ava Tarnbull #Mio Hatanaka #Hitomi Yoshihara #Ishida Amano

[amazinlei]

Everybody SHUT UP!!!!

I’m thinking about... him.

#AND YES THIS IS FROM A REAL WEBSITE CALLED CUDDLY CRYPTIDS #this is literally everything I've ever wanted ;o; #now I can give mothman kisses before bedtime #or would a chibi mothman be larva boy? #they also have a chucabra that's really cute! looks more like a little mountain lion than mutated dog thing #they also have a w*nd*go which is.... questionable but most people don't know that they aren't a cryptid but a real belief to natives #I mean you can pretend it's a werewolf at least since it looks more like a puppy with felt deer nub antlers #so while I'm very white I say it's gets a pass from me since the description is pretty innocent since these are all meant to be cute and fun #little gifts you can give to your paranormal loving friends #anyway junior is sitting in the cart waiting for payday ;w; #WE'LL MEET SOON MY SON!~ <3 #Cryptidcore #Mothman #Spookycore #Halloweencore #plushcore #weirdcore #kidcore #plushies #mutuals can reblog! #Lei stop being silly

[mythicalninjas]

Em Uma Noite - Part 1

(In One Night) Donnie X Fem!Reader.

Warnings: +18—smut, dirt words.

It is my first time writing a smut fic. Hope you enjoy!

Donatello has a deep love with you, even though before you both started to date years ago. The way he glances and stares at you at moments when you are not aware—but you could feel—is delight, and also it might be predatory, depending of his mood.

Lust is something he doesn't talk, but show. And you know exactly when he wants to play. His desire for your body is aroused if you are vulnerable at moments like exposing your bare skin too much. For example, your outfit right now: a comfort clothing for hot days—and nights. Lightweight clothing is your favorite; setin short and tank top set, which defines the curve of your breasts perfectly. Of course, you didn't choice this outfit purposely to tease your boyfriend, but feel cool in this hot day.

You knew it will take you to something, but you have no idea it will make you undergo to an unexpected moment.

"I'm coming to your home tonight after patrol. Love you". You read the message, a smirk curling over your lips.

It's a long time since you both do not have some fun, and you are determined to make this situation even more exciting. A kinky to be appreciated. Is excruciating spending a while away from him, and you could imagine he thinks the same. The way he wrote that message clearly show he has an only one wish: you.

You glanced at a vintage watch that your mom gave you as a birthday gift. It's almost 11pm, a little late than he is usually to come. But you know your boyfriend very well; late or not, he always keep his promise to be with you.

Looking down at your exposed legs, you picture his long-hard cock peneteating into your cunt. Automatically you slid your hand between your thighs, a soft moan escaped from your throat, head throwing back slowly, mouth agape. When the naughty thoughts dissipated, you tilted your head straight again, wishing your boyfriend's presence to utmost. And he is.

"Donnie..." You uttered, shocked by a tall-darkened shape standing right before your window, like a statue observing your actions silently.

You love his ninja skills. It gives you a feeling of being watched over all the time, wherever you'd be.

"Already having fun without me?" Donnatello queried, his predatory gaze devouring your form, as paranormal force forcing you to stay still; like a demon hypnotizing its victim in sleep paralysis. This terrapin has his secrets, and you don't dare want to know, because if do, it might "scare" you.

With light and slow steps, Donnie stare into your wide eyes, a shameless smirk curling over his lips; moving his hips sensually. You knew he is doing it by purpose to tease you before the real fun. It's incredible how hot this mutant can be in moment like this, totally different from that genius you're used to know. And you are here, witnessing his other side. As he aproaches you, your eyes run over his body; slim but well-toned muscles contracting and relaxing under the green rough skin, his wonderful abdomen, his sexy long legs... and finally a breathetaking protuberance between his legs.

"Is my little friend letting someone embarassed or too excited?" the mutant questioned purposely, a shamelsss cocky smile appearing on his lips.

Son of a bitch.

As Donatello aproaches you, his predatory gaze devoures your tensed form. You fought against the urge of shake your legs as a wave of shiver run down your spine. He noticed that, he noticed that you are nervous and impacient at same time. As soon as he stops right in front of you, looking down at your wide eyes, he reaches out his hand and ran his thick finger over your soft skin of your naked arm.

"Marvelous". He murmmured, a pair of amber eyes following wherever he moves his green finger, taking a mental note of each part of your arm and collar bone. With that, carefully and sightly, his rough green fingers warped around your neck, forcing your point of view up to his. What a monsterous beauty you're seeing.

Two little buttons make effort to be visible through the fabric of your upper clothing, calling the mutant's attention immediatelly while his tongue wet his dry lips.

"I think they want attention" he said, rolling his eyes back to yours. And you know exactly about what is he taking about. "I wanna suck 'em so badly". Then, with that, Donnie lows his head towards you and smach his mouth against yours, which your carven invites his dominance automatically. It's eerie of how much experience he has in kissing, just a match of tongues make your knees jelly and core on fire.

Donatello put his free hand behind your back while the other keep your head in place by your neck. You whimpered, feelings his strenght forcing you to press against his hard plastron and feel his rock member. "Room. Now" he groaned quietly, releasing your fragile form from his prison. You obeyed, turning your back to him and heading to your save and warm place. You could feel his stare at you like a predator watching over its prey; it's frightening yet turning your back with a predator right behind you with its eyes clued right at your back, ready to give a strike.

You look back at him, who shut the door behind as soon as he enter into the dark room.

You knew what he wants, and you would start to do what he longs. You grabbed the edge of your tank top and lift it. "No." His voice echoed through the sultry room, your half-exposed tummy being eyed intensily "If you wanna do it, do slowly" Donatello sat on the edge of your bed, straight posture, hands on thighs, eyes on you.

As you wish.

Clothe by clothe, your body is begginig to be full bare in front of him; like a renaissance sculpture in meat and bone in his presence. Soon your breasts pop out free with its nipples hard, the perfection of your curves lining around your shape.

Donatello couldn't be more astonishing than now, he is thankful for having someone like you in his life.

He doesn't care about the perfect body. He loves you the way you are.

"My queen".

You smiled timidly, lowering your head, cheeks blushing.

"Come here..." the nerdy mentioned with his finger, his voice calm and relaxed. The pair of amber eyes clued on you as your frame approaches. God, he freaks love you. As soon as you are standing right in front of him, his both hands landed over both sides of your hips, sliding up and down delicatedly above your skin, the tender of his touch chilling your nerves. So, as you expected, his three-fingered hands stop on your breasts, his eyes analizying each detail of your sexy mounts. You knew what he was doing; this mutant scientist appreciates doing his studying and making conclusions before the grand finale.

You squeaked as Donatello pulls you to sit on his lap.

"How dare you being so sexy?" He groaned, cupping your buttocks, face-to-face with you.

"All just for you." you winked, the tall terrapin pulls you closer to put his open mouth over your right breast, a squeak runs out from your lips. Licking, kissing, sucking. Donattelo makes his magic; and you reacting the way he loves.

Begginig for more.

"Donnie...".

His eyes lift to your face, noticing a familiar desire patterned over your feature; he doesn't speak, just waited for the next words.

"Don't stop".

#teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #tmnt 2016 #bayverse tmnt #tmnt imagines #tmnt x reader #tmnt donatello #tmnt 2016 x reader

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Sims 4: Flower Legacy Challenge

This legacy challenge was created by cloudiecake, glassyyx and liaclynn! We hoped to allow players to try more aspects of the game that they have not delved into yet. We also made sure to have BGC options for each generation! We really hope you enjoy.

Basic Rules:

It’s basically the same rules as any other legacy challenge

No cheating (unless specified).

The heirs can be any gender, sexuality, etc.

Money cheats are allowed, but not excessively.

Lifespan should be set to normal.

For likes and dislikes, you may add additional ones in CAS if wanted.

You may live wherever you please unless specified otherwise.

Every generation passes down a family heirloom (on their teenage birthday).

Note: We have decided to release the entire challenge we’ve come up with, however, please note that it isn’t entirely play-tested! If you notice things are impossible to achieve while playing, please let me know and we will tweak the challenge accordingly. All three of us will be playing as well.

Generation 1 - Delphinium 

You grew up in foster care, bouncing from home to home until finally, you had enough. You decided to pack your bags and run away, hoping for a fresh start. This fresh start isn’t all you had dreamed of, however, and you struggle to find a proper job. Instead, you do odd jobs and the occasional theft to keep yourself afloat. When you have children, they become your entire world, wanting to give them everything you never had as a child.

Traits: Gloomy, Kleptomaniac, Active Aspiration: Chief of Mischief Career: Odd jobs (if you don’t have Island Living, do any part time job) NOTE: if you have cottage living, you are allowed to do errands!!

Likes and Dislikes:

Colours: Likes purple Likes blue

Activities: Likes mischief Likes fitness

Rules:

Start as a teen.

Start on an empty lot (use a tent if you have Outdoor Retreat).

Master mischief and fitness skills.

Complete chief of mischief aspiration.

Live off of stealing and odd jobs (you may sell collectables as well - fruits/veggies must be sold at the shops if you have cottage living but you cannot have a garden of crops!).

Have one best friend - this will be the person you end up marrying.

Your partner cannot move in until you have a full house (including one bedroom) - then they may move in and have a job.

Have a close relationship with all of your children.

Throw a party for each of your children's birthdays.

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Generation 2 - Sunflower

As a child you had everything you wanted, a loving family and a beautiful home. You were always the center of attention because of your charisma and good looks. However your indecisiveness and childish behavior constantly prevented you from long lasting friendships. But there’s one dream you will never leave; having the best restaurant in town. That’s why you’ll convince people to give you loans in order to fulfill your dream, while having the people you care for the closest to you.

Traits: childish, outgoing, foodie  Aspiration: Friend of the World  Career: own a restaurant/culinary career (bgc)

Likes and Dislikes:

Colours: Likes yellow Likes brown

Activities: Likes cooking

Music: Likes kids radio music

Rules:

Master cooking and charisma skills.

Own a restaurant/master culinary career.

Have at least 3 partners before marrying “the one”.

Complete the friend of the world aspiration.

Ask for loans at least once a week.

Have at least 3 close friends and see them regularly.

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Generation 3 (Glassy) - Rose

Growing up in the middle of your parents’ restaurant made you strive to be just as successful as them, if not more. You are ambitious and want to climb the corporate ladder as high as you possibly can. However, your dreams become a little harder to obtain when you are blessed with triplets! Still, you push on, determined to show your children that you can in fact have it all. Oh, you are also obsessed with collecting things and displaying them in your home. You also love to bake.

Traits: Ambitious, Good, Slob Aspiration: The Curator Career: Detective (or Secret Agent if you don’t have Get to Work)

Likes and Dislikes:

Colours: Likes red Likes black

Activities: Likes baking

Rules:

Master baking and logic skills.

Master the curator aspiration.

Reach at least level 8 of the Detective (or Secret Agent) career.

Complete a collection of your choice.

Have triplets (using cheats) only.

Spend a few hours baking each Sunday.

Never clean the house (you can hire a maid and/or have others do it).

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Generation 4 - Jasmine

All your life, you had to fight for attention from your parents, but were always out working. While your other two siblings were studying like crazy, you always remembered imagining what it would be like outside of the world you lived in. Therefore, you decided to dedicate your life to travelling and exploring new cultures. You had always been an active and creative kid, but not the smartest. So you decide that this path is the perfect path, and no person can get in the way of it.

Traits: Adventurous (Self Assured bgc), Goofball, Non Committal Aspiration: Any Location Aspiration (Body Builder bgc) Career: Freelance Artist

Likes and Dislikes:

Colours: Likes white Likes yellow

Activities: Likes skiing Likes snowboarding Likes fitness Likes painting

Rules:

Master either skiing, snowboarding or fitness (any one of these) and painting skill.

Master aspiration.

Have only one kid by accident.

Live in 3 worlds over the course of your life.

Travel to every vacation world you have for vacation at least once (Batuu can be excluded).

Never get married, any relationships cannot last longer than a week.

Never get above a C grade in school.

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Generation 5 - Dusty Miller

Hearing your parent’s amazing adventure stories always made your heart flutter, but you always thought there was more to life than the eyes can see. You’ve always been the shy kid that had good notes, but no one knew your true motive behind your great academics. You had one goal in life, and that was to discover the paranormal side of things; and so, with your best friend by your side you’ll dedicate your life to investigate all the weird phenomena happening around you.

Traits: Unflirty, Squeamish, Neat Aspiration: Soulmate Career: Freelance Paranormal Investigator (astronaut bgc)

Likes and Dislikes:

Colours: Likes pink Likes green Dislikes black

Activities: Likes bowling

Rules:

Have a childhood crush and marry them later in life.

Complete the soulmate aspiration.

Befriend Bonehilda.

Master the medium and bowling skill.

Adopt at least one child.

Live in a haunted house for at least 1 sim year.

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Generation 6 - Goldfish 

Growing up with a paranormal investigator parent, and having lived in a haunted house yourself, you have plenty of stories to tell! So, you decide to write them all down in hopes of becoming a bestselling paranormal author one day! However, despite having so many ideas, you struggle finding the motivation to actually write your novels.

Traits: Creative, Bookworm, Lazy Aspiration: Bestselling Author Career: Self-Employed Author

Likes and Dislikes:

Colours: Likes orange Dislikes yellow

Activities: Likes writing

Rules:

Master the writing, knitting and fishing skills.

Complete the bestselling author aspiration.

Have a close relationship with your grandparent from generation 4.

Only write one book a week.

Only meet friends online and only chat with them on the computer (only meet your lover in person).

Collect fish and mount them in your house.

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Generation 7 - Carnation

You used to spend your time in your room all day daydreaming and acting out scenarios. You were really good at it too, when you finally asked your parents to join after school acting they said yes. Everyone always praises you and you let it get to your head. You get in and out of many relationships, never learning that your egotistical behaviour drives them away from you. With every child you have, you never want them and always give them away. But deep down you still care so you go visit and spoil them like crazy. You have always wanted to grind your way to the top and you won't let anyone or anything get in the way of that.

Traits: Self-Absorbed (Mean bgc), Bro, Perfectionist Aspiration: Master Actor (Serial Romantic bgc) Career: Actor (Entertainer bgc)

Likes and Dislikes:

Colours: Likes pink Dislikes orange

Activities: Likes acting Likes guitar Likes piano Likes media production Dislikes fishing

Rules:

Take acting club as a child.

Reach level 10 of acting career and complete Master Actor Aspiration (or just max out the career and aspiration if you don’t have GF).

Master of the acting or guitar (one of these), and media production, violin or piano (one of these) skill .

Have at least 10 ex lovers before marrying a coworker.

Reach 5 star celebrity (not needed if you don’t have GF).

Have 6 kids (can be with different lovers or same lover), make sure you don’t have custody over them and they stay with your exes .

Make sure to visit your kids at least once a week and to give them loads of gifts.

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Generation 8 - Peony

Having your parent so close but so far from you at the same time was always difficult to you. In your eyes the paparazzis saw them more times than you; in the movie premieres, charity events, you name it. That’s why you made yourself the promise to become a renowned photographer, hoping you’d have the chance to see them more that way. Even if your heart told you video gaming was your passion you convinced yourself being behind a camera was better for you and that it would make you happy in the end. But once again, when do things ever go your way?

Traits: gloomy, geek, creative Aspiration: Computer Whiz Career: Freelance photography (fashion stylist bgc), tech guru 

Likes and Dislikes:

Colours: Likes purple Dislikes red 

Activities: Likes video gaming Likes programming  Dislikes photography (in elderly stage)

Rules:

Master video gaming skill, photography and programming.

Never marry.

Have two sets of twins with different sims (by cheats) but always be a single parent.

Have a photography studio at home (only if you have moschino, if not then skip) and then convert it to a gaming station.

Win at least 3 video game tournaments.

Have a great relationship with your kids, always help your children with homework/projects.

Reach excellent performance in the freelance photography career and then quit to join the tech guru career.

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Generation 9 - hydrangea 

Growing up, you always loved spending the day outside rather than indoors, as your household was rather hectic. Eventually you tried gardening and found that you absolutely loved it. So, you spend your life building up the perfect garden. You love using produce from your garden to cook fancy meals for your family.

Traits: loves the outdoors, freegan (outgoing bcg), hot-headed Aspiration: freelance botanist Career: self-employed gardener (you can have a whole farm if you have cottage living)

Likes and Dislikes:

Colours: Likes green

Activities: Likes gardening Dislikes video games

Rules:

Master gardening and gourmet cooking skills.

Master the freelance botanist aspiration.

Build up a greenhouse over the course of your life.

You must sell produce at the grocery stall and not your inventory (if you have cottage living).

Cooking a gourmet meal for your family every sunday.

Have three children.

Have a cat and a dog (bgc: just ignore this one).

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Generation 10 - Odessa

Being the middle child, you never got as much attention as your siblings (middle child syndrome). Therefore, you spend your whole life dedicated to proving yourself worthy to other people. No one ever doubted you, but everything has always been competitive. You get straight A’s in school and you start not one, but two businesses. Well, at least you have the love of your life by your side.

Traits: Cat Lover (loner bgc), Dog Lover (materialistic bgc), Hates children Aspiration: Friend of the Animals (Mansion Baron bgc) Career: Own a vet clinic and bakery (Business career if you don’t have either of these packs)

Likes and Dislikes:

Colours: Likes black and purple Dislikes every other colour

Activities: Likes baking

Rules:

Be the middle child.

Master the pet training and veterinarian skills (bgc logic and charisma).

Complete aspiration.

Get married to your highschool sweetheart.

Have the house full of pets at all times (bgc just ignore).

Never have kids, you’re not into that (if you want to have kids to continue the legacy, have only one but hire a nanny at all times).

have a date every Saturday night.

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Mist | Choi San | Chapter 2

Pairing: Choi San x OC (Seohyun)

Genre: supernatural (ghost), romance, high school

Trigger Warnings: paranormal, death mentions, violence

Words: 7.2k

Disclaimer: I do not own anything except my original character and the story. I do not own any gifs or pictures used.

Full story on Wattpad (don’t spoil here if you read there too)

chapter directory

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A few paranormally uneventful days passed. Seohyun hadn't exactly opened up to the group of boys that she was now able to call friends, but she was slowly getting there. It was hard not to smile when one of them cracked a silly joke, and harder not to laugh when they had a battle of wits.

She was slowly getting used to her new school. She was past the stage of being a new kid and the students in her class had stopped giving her those looks. She was unnoticed, and she loved it.

Today, like every other morning, Seohyun got ready for school, tying her hair in a half ponytail, peeking out of the window to check if she should wear her glasses or cap today. She had to hide her eyes somehow, they always betrayed her. She didn't want anyone to think she liked to stare into the space. But then she shrugged and tossed her glasses in the bag, wearing her cap as she went to the kitchen.

Her mother was a very busy woman and she liked to spend almost all her day in her office. She was rarely home even if she had a day off anyway. So Seohyun just made herself some coffee, munching on some cookies as she waited for the coffee to become cool enough to drink.

"I still don't get why you let the housemaid go," Jiwoo popped out of nowhere and twirled around the kitchen.

"Well, I didn't entirely let her 'go'. She still comes by on the weekends, you already know that."

"But still! What's wrong with having food everyday?" Jiwoo pushed her dark red hair back as she tsk-ed at Seohyun.

"For one, I wanted to learn to cook, and the food she made was always too much for just me. I always had to throw it out or give it to someone before it went bad. Mom's never home to eat anyway."

"I actually hate your mom, no offence," Jiwoo looked at her and Seohyun shook her head, "I mean, what kind of a mother is she?"

"A woman married to her work with an abnormal child, I kind of understand why she's like this," Seohyun muttered.

"Nah, you're not abnormal. You're gifted. And you don't appreciate it enough."

"No offence, unnie, but ghosts are the company I'd rather not have," Seohyun rinsed her cup and placed it on the rack, taking her school bag and locking the door.

"What's wrong with me?" Jiwoo asked.

"You're one of the better ones, but only because you had temporary amnesia before you died and you still don't know who exactly you are and why you're a ghost!" Seohyun snorted at the weirdness of all this.

"You think I'd ever be able to recall? Or just be stuck with you forever?" Jiwoo asked.

"I'd rather you try to move around and find out who you are instead of making me look like I talk to myself."

"Ah, you pain me, child. It's all because you have new friends now and don't care about me anymore. Right, catto?"

The black cat, which Seohyun hadn't noticed earlier, meowed in response.

"And, here comes the pretty one," Jiwoo grinned and Seohyun looked in her direction to find San coming their way.

"Pretty one? Seriously?" Seohyun shook her head.

"I mean, they're all pretty, but I like this kid more-"

"Hey," San gave her a smile as he meowed to the cat, who gladly jumped in San's arm when he put them forward.

"This little-" Seohyun stopped, and San laughed. "She never comes when I ask!"

"She likes me more, it seems," San rubbed her forehead and she purred, and they walked in comfortable silence to school the rest of the way.

They almost reached the gates of the school but something Seohyun saw from the corner of her eye made her stop in her tracks.

It was a ghost, yet it was something else. It wasn't someone who had died recently for sure. The man, the ghost if you could call it that, was bitter.

"You okay?" San asked, looking in the direction Seohyun was looking in. To him, it seemed she was looking at a wall.

"Yeah, I-I'm okay. Why don't you go ahead? I'll be right back. I should take her too," Seohyun picked the cat from San's hand, "We don't want her roaming around the school and getting scared, do we now?"

San raised a suspicious brow at her, but nodded as he reluctantly went in.

The man tried approaching Seohyun first, but she motioned him to follow her and went to the backside of the school, where surely there would be very few people walking by at this time.

"State your business," Seohyun said, and the man actually looked taken aback, if his eyes could display some emotion.

Truth be told, Seohyun was always scared dealing with men ghosts and older ghosts in general. Since ghosts could touch her, they were as much of a threat to her as humans. And these old ghosts, the ones with skin that looked grey, almost as if the ghost had started decomposing too, were usually not in their right mind.

"I have waited decades to find the mediator," the man's eyes gleamed rather wickedly.

"Mediator?" Seohyun asked. A rather fancy term for someone who could see the dead. "And why did you have to wait decades?"

"Let's say the mediator supposed to sort my death out met with rather... unfortunate circumstances," the man cleared his throat but his voice was still hoarse as he said, "You have to come with me."

"Well, if you waited decades, can you wait a few more hours? I have school, and please do NOT disturb me during my class," Seohyun made sure her tone was polite as she said this, but the man grunted. Before he could try anything, she muttered an awkward bye and walked swiftly to the gates, letting the cat go. She didn't realize she'd been holding the cat for comfort.

San, who had just witnessed Seohyun talking to thin air from the other side of the road, sighed loudly as he walked slowly to the gates.

San hadn't meant to follow her, but he turned around after a few steps of walking to the building, hoping to offer to come along with her, but when he saw her stop in the middle of the road and look as if she was actually talking to someone, he paused. He knew he shouldn't, but he watched her. And he did not know what to make of it.

Was Seohyun crazy? Didn't look like it. If she was, she did a damn good job at hiding it. When San finally reached class, he saw Seohyun chatting with Jongho. Perfectly normal. Or was she?

San said nothing as he sat in his spot, but he felt her tap his shoulder. He turned around and she asked, "I thought you went to class, where were you roaming around?"

San stared at her light brown orbs, coming out of the trance when she blinked. "I just wanted to walk around a bit."

He saw her frown but then she nodded and went back to chatting with Jongho. San turned back in his seat, and throughout the classes, he kept wondering if that was the reason why she covered her face or eyes.

When school ended, Seohyun said she had to go somewhere and said bye. San made an excuse too and started to follow her. He was going to see for himself, what she was gonna do.

San knew it was impolite to do this. And he knew if she found out, she'd really be angry with him, maybe never talk to him again. This was supposed to be her secret for sure. She would probably never tell any one of them. He wasn't even sure what it was.

Seohyun led him to an abandoned warehouse, and he heard her say, "Why bring me here?"

She paused for a few second, looking around as if for help, and San ducked quickly behind the boxes before she could see her. He couldn't hear her now, but he did get bits about how it was creepy of 'him' to bring her to this place without warning her, and he didn't miss how she kept looking behind her, as if she was waiting for someone to appear or just didn't want to keep doing this.

Who was this 'him'? Her imaginary friend? A ghost? San shook his head, and got on his feet when he noticed her go inside the warehouse.

San crept up behind them, and couldn't believe what he saw.

The locked door somehow unlocked, somehow the chains fell and the door magically opened wide in front of her, without Seohyun having even moved a finger.

What was happening?

Seohyun was asked to come in the warehouse and she couldn't ignore the roaring of her gut that told her something was going to go really, really wrong. She had such a strong feeling some years ago too, and she had barely gotten away from her life then.

All her nerves screamed at her to run, anywhere, just not go in. Where was Jiwoo when she needed her? Seohyun was kind of furious how she was never there for her.

Seohyun watched the old man walk in, looking around, and before she entered, she turned her head once hoping she would see Jiwoo-

Instead, she felt her heart sink as she saw none other than San, attempting to hide as their eyes met.

"Come in now, don't keep me waiting," the man grumbled, and Seohyun shouted an okay to him before she looked at San, hoping to warn him with her eyes as she put a finger to her mouth, telling him not to make a sound and motioning him to stay where he was.

Seohyun went inside, her heart slamming against her chest. This wasn't supposed to happen. San must think she's crazy or worse. Her mind made a mental list of how many ways this could go wrong.

"I used to think mediators ran in the family. But the one who was supposed to help me, he did not have any offspring. I spent so many years in ignorance, not knowing that it was completely random. Just like god picking up a needle in the haystack."

"Cut to the chase. What do you want with me and why bring me here?"

"I have forgotten why I died. And I want to move on. But I can't because I don't remember why I am still here. Someone told me there were various other ways to move on... Let's say I had to try."

As soon as Seohyun saw the growing smirk on the man, she knew it was time to run the hell away. But several bottles came flying at her, and she barely dodged them as they crashed on the wall next to her.

"You don't have to do this! It's wrong! I help dead people move on, there must be a way other than stupid violence-"

But the man waved another hand and now the boxes came flying at her. She was grabbed by the arm and pulled against someone, and she sighed in both relief and horror as she saw it was San.

"Are you stupid! You'll get hurt!" She yelled at him. He just took her hand and ran towards the shelves, hoping to hide from whatever it was that sent flying objects in the air. He almost dragged her until he was sure he was quite away from whatever it was.

"What the hell is happening?" San asked through his teeth.

"Why did you even follow me? Are you stupid?"

"Who is it?" San's grip on her wrist tightened as his eyes searched around.

"It's a ghost, San. Do you believe me?" Seohyun asked, waiting for a snide remark.

"From what I've seen? Sure," San muttered, and Seohyun wasn't sure if he was being sarcastic.

"He's near. Let's move," Seohyun said, and this time, she grabbed San's hand as she led him through the various shelves that lined the warehouse, glad they weren't empty.

A blast shocked them, making them jump in the air as they realized the shelves were collapsing one by one.

"Shit, shit, shit!" Seohyun ran, San matching her pace and she ran her eyes around, finally finding a place to hide. It was a narrow passage between huge containers. Seohyun looked at her options. The man was blocking the entrance so now they could just hide and pray for help or... die. If that's the worst that was to come.

Seohyun dragged San with her to the narrow passage, both of them barely fitting in the small dark place. Now they were side to side but San's body was still half out, so Seohyun pulled him closer, until he was almost in front of him. Since the passage was so narrow and short, there wasn't much gap between them.

San was a bundle of nerves and all, his heart beating wildly. "What's going on-"

"Shh," Seohyun whispered, putting a hand on his mouth to shut him up, "I'll explain everything later, I promise."

San nodded, taking off her hand from his mouth but not leaving it. Seohyun was too busy concentrating on where the man was to notice it. He saw her wince, and she looked at San with apologetic eyes.

"If something happens to us, I'm sorry, San. I'll do my best to save you. The man-the ghost is after me. I don't know why," Seohyun sighed, and San squeezed her hand assuringly.

"I'm with you. Nothing will happen," he whispered, thinking he must sound stupid to say that. But it must have given her some sort of assurance. She put her head on San's chest, sighing again.

The two of them heard the sounds of things getting destroyed alright, Seohyun hearing the man as well, and Seohyun almost cried in relief as she heard Jiwoo whisper her name.

"I can teleport you, but what about him-"

"Either we both go, or we both stay," Seohyun said firmly. She wasn't going to leave him alone.

"Go where?" San asked. Seohyun told him her friend was here and she could help.

Jiwoo looked at Seohyun and a slow grin appeared on her face. "There is something I could try..."

"What?" Seohyun narrowed her eyes at Jiwoo.

"What if I teleport you, but you're still holding San? Would he come with us?"

"I don't know, unnie..." Seohyun trailed, but an idea stuck to her. "It's the same as when I have something with me right? A bag, a cap, something. But that's objects. What about actual humans?"

"Remember when we accidentally teleported our cat once? It was holding on to you and you had forgotten. What if this works?"

Seohyun bit her lip. It was worth a try. "If it doesn't work, promise me we'll come back to San right then."

"But your body can't handle too many teleportations-"

"Promise me," Seohyun insisted, and Jiwoo rolled her eyes as she nodded. "Hurry up, he's closer."

"San, listen to me carefully," Seohyun said. "You know what teleportation is, right?"

San wanted to ask her if now was really the time, but he said yes- from the movies, and she continued, "I'm gonna attempt to teleport you along with me. My friend is gonna do that. You have to trust me."

"No way," San muttered, sighing deeply.

"Yes, you were stupid and brave enough to follow me, so yes, we are teleporting. I've done it before, but I've never teleported someone... normal with me, so this might not work. So if I disappear, and you're here all alone, I promise you, San, that I'll be back within a minute, okay?"

"How am I supposed to make sense of all you're saying?" San's eyes were helpless.

"Just... trust me. I won't leave you alone. I promise. Now, I have to, er, hold you, so she can teleport us. Gotta make sure I take you with me..."

Seohyun heard Jiwoo snicker, and she passed her a death glare. San, tempted to roll his eyes, held her hands.

"I'm afraid I'll have to hold you tighter. You see, when we teleport, we tend to lose what we're not holding tightly..."

"Oh..." San left her hands, and Seohyun muttered 'here goes nothing' as she wrapped her arms around San's waist, surprised that it was so small.

"Hold me tightly, and no matter what, do not let me go, you understand?"

"Yes ma'am," San said as he bent down to place his chin on her shoulder and bring her closer. "This okay?"

"Yes," Seohyun realized she was holding her breath, so she said, "Take a deep breath, San."

San did so, and Jiwoo smirked a little, watching two scared children hug each other. She came forward, holding Seohyun only, and did her magic.

San felt his stomach twist and turn, saw a million colourful stars, almost got nauseous but his only comfort was Seohyun so he held her tighter and shut his eyes. He didn't open them again until he landed on hard ground, his back aching with the impact.

He opened his eyes and saw... nothing.

He wasn't sure if he was blind or not, but he looked down and saw Seohyun half on top of him, attempting to get up, and he realized he had his vision all right.

"Where the hell," Seohyun got up, "are we?"

"I guess your body could only attempt a half trip," Jiwoo said, and San instantly turned at the voice, making eye contact with the red haired girl.

"That's the ghost friend that teleported us?" San asked Seohyun.

"You can see her!?" Seohyun asked, and San looked at Jiwoo.

"I wasn't supposed to see her, was I?" He raised his brow, and Seohyun looked at Jiwoo.

"Hey, kid, nice to officially meet you," Jiwoo said, holding out a hand to him so he could stand up. San tried to take it, but his hand passed through Jiwoo's hand, and he gasped.

"I guess you can only see then," Seohyun bit her lip as she looked around. "Is this where ghosts come when they... move on?"

"That's where I come when I'm not on planet Earth," Jiwoo said, "It's like another plane, you could say, another dimension overlapping ours, except this one is for ghosts."

"What now? Should we try again?" Seohyun asked, coughing a bit.

"You should take a breather first. Your body can't handle it," Jiwoo nodded at her and Seohyun sat down on the ground, putting her head over her knees as she brought them closer, shivering a little. Jiwoo was right, something was happening to her. Like a cold coming to her.

"Is she okay?" San asked Jiwoo, and she shrugged. San ran his fingers through his hair as he looked around, finding no source of light that illuminated the area around them.

So Seohyun wasn't crazy. Somehow, though it made no sense, she could see ghosts, she could touch them. San looked at Jiwoo and opened his mouth to ask something, but then thought against it. Now was not the time.

"I know you have a lot of questions," Jiwoo commented, "Let's try to get out of here first before we have the talk."

"Has she... ever brought someone here?" San asked.

"This is the first time she came here too," Jiwoo said, "Usually when a ghost teleports her, it's quick and efficient. Much like you see in movies or books."

"We should get out of this place quick. I don't want him to come find us here," Seohyun said, getting up.

"Are you sure you're okay? Can you make it back?" Jiwoo asked.

"I have to," Seohyun said.

Jiwoo nodded, and Seohyun looked at San for permission. San came forward and they both held each other tight as Jiwoo attempted to teleport them again.

This time, they landed on soft grass, but the impact with which they did sent them rolling a bit. San's breath was knocked out of him and he coughed loudly, gasping for breath. As soon as he recovered, he looked for Seohyun-

Seohyun was bent rather awkwardly, and it looked like she wasn't moving. San and Jiwoo both rushed to her, straightening her body. Jiwoo checked if she was breathing.

"She is breathing. She must have collapsed from being tired, don't worry, it's happened before too," Jiwoo assured him.

San sighed, looking up at the sky, wondering what he had gotten himself into. He looked around, finding the place familiar.

"Is this... the park near our school?" San asked Jiwoo.

"Yes, I tried to teleport us as close to Seohyun's home as possible, but looks like we could only make it till here."

"What if someone had seen us appear out of thin air?"

Jiwoo laughed. "They'd probably run for their lives. You'd be aliens."

San smiled a little at that. That's exactly what he would have thought if he had seen Seohyun.

"So are you... Seohyun's friend?" San finally asked.

"You could say that. I'm older than her so she always calls me unnie, but I keep telling her to call me Jiwoo."

"Then I'll call you noona," San smiled, making Jiwoo grin.

"She helps ghosts move on. When someone dies and they have unfinished business that they just can't leave behind, they sometimes choose to become ghosts until they get done with that. Seohyun helps them do that."

"That must be hard..." San wondered if it was always as bad as this time.

"It is, but what happened today is not a common occurrence. The man she saw today, he's been dead for a good while and has forgotten his purpose here. I once heard the other ghosts talk about him too. Ghosts like that, you have to avoid them. They're bitter, and usually mean Seohyun harm."

"So now... I can see you, does that mean I'll be able to see other ghosts too?"

"You'll find out soon," Jiwoo said.

Seohyun woke up with a gasp, her eyes wide. Jiwoo helped her sit up, and Seohyun muttered 'water'. San quickly opened Seohyun's bag and fished out her bottle, which she drank hungrily from, some water spilling down her chin as well.

"Slow down, kid," Jiwoo patted her back. Seohyun emptied the whole bottle, wiping her chin, then felt something run down her nose.

"Nosebleed. Do you have tissues?" Jiwoo asked and Seohyun shrugged, looking upwards and holding her nose. Jiwoo searched through her bag but San took out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to Seohyun.

"Does this usually happen?" San asked.

"No... it's the first time," Jiwoo admitted. Seohyun nodded too. "When we accidentally teleported the cat with her, she became dehydrated, but that was it."

Seohyun wiped her nose, looking at Jiwoo and she gave her a thumbs up.

"I shouldn't have followed you..." San shook his head, "It's because of me that-"

"You shouldn't have, but I'm kind of glad you did. Jiwoo is unreliable as a ghost friend and who knows what would have happened to me if you were not there? I could have died," Seohyun said nonchalantly.

"HEY!" Jiwoo smacked her arm but Seohyun ignored her.

"But look at you-" San was cut by Seohyun putting her hand up and saying, "I need food, and I mean NOW."

A few minutes later, they were watching Seohyun hungrily gulp down noodles and fried chicken. San had stopped eating midway just to watch her eat with a speed he hadn't ever seen before.

"Are you sure you're even chewing?" He asked, and Seohyun glared at him.

"The food is not going anywhere, Seohyun, slow down," Jiwoo laughed, "seeing you eat like this is making me wish I could eat too."

"Okay, mom," Seohyun said, finally slowing down. They ate the rest of the food silently, then Seohyun decided she'd like some coffee. They decided to walk her home as she sipped on her coffee and answered San's questions.

"Have you ever told anyone?" San asked first.

"Never. My mom only knows because she's, well, my mom and it's weird when a little kid sees stuff nobody else does."

"And what has she done about this?" San wasn't sure if he should have asked this.

Seohyun sighed, "She tried to 'help' me, but then she decided avoiding me was the best way. So now she's married to her work."

"And your dad?"

"He's never been here in the first place."

"Oh..." San faltered, but saw Seohyun shrug. "You can ask me anything, San. You deserve an explanation. Don't hesitate."

"Why can you see ghosts?"

"I don't know that either," Seohyun smiled as she looked at the sky. "Born this way?"

"Would you have ever told us?" San asked. Seohyun stopped walking at that, and faced him.

"To be honest, I've never made friends, San, because of this reason. That someone would find out. They'd never believe me, they'd think I'm crazy. So I don't know if I would have told you guys, ever," Seohyun paused, "But you found out, and you witnessed everything. What do you think?"

San scratched his neck. "I think you're right. I don't think any of us would have believed you. We'd have dismissed it as a joke. But now that I did see everything... It's different now. I hope you understand that."

"You sure you don't want to, I don't know, ever talk to me and all?"

San smiled. "You think I'd abandon my friend just like that?"

Seohyun couldn't help but stare at San, his sharp eyes that grew warmer every time he smiled, how they slightly curved.

"I want you to know that if it was anyone of us, and they had seen what I had seen, they would have never abandoned you. We don't take our friendships lightly."

"That's... good to hear," Seohyun finally smiled. "Do you think they'd believe us if we tell them?"

"They'd need some convincing, but yes, they would. Do you want to tell them?"

"Not yet," Seohyun said, "When the time is right."

San nodded, and squeezed her hand. "If you're ever in danger, you tell me, okay? If you need anyone, or anything, you tell me, got it? You don't have to face this alone anymore."

Seohyun almost cried right there, but she held it back, squeezing his hand back and nodding. They walked a few minutes until she finally reached home.

"Thank you, San. For everything." Seohyun smiled at him, and this time it was a true smile. San was actually taken aback. It felt like she had truly smiled for the first time, unfiltered.

"Anytime," San managed to say, and watched her go in. He took a deep breath, trying to shake off the image of Seohyun smiling, but found himself smiling too.

Meanwhile, Seohyun collapsed as soon as she entered, and she allowed herself to cry, both happy and sad tears, happy that someone finally understood her, and sad that it hadn't happen earlier. Jiwoo sat down with her, silently rubbing her back.

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Seohyun almost slept in the next day, only woken up for school when Jiwoo threw her off the bed for 'sleeping like a sloth'. She couldn't exactly blame her. Seohyun had been so tired that after crying her heart out, she'd only had the energy to change before she collapsed on her bed and slept without moving an inch.

"My whole body hurts like I did some major workout," Seohyun mumbled as she tried running towards school, but gave up. She'd just walk.

"I don't recall you having such after effects after a teleportation," Jiwoo wondered.

"When it's just me, I'm only drained a bit. Like running. But even when I took the cat accidentally, my head hurt a lot. This time it was a whole human."

"Maybe because they aren't meant to be there," Jiwoo shrugged, meowing at the cat who appeared out of nowhere as usual. "Sometimes I think you might have transferred this teleportation thing to your cat too."

"Except 'I' can't teleport. You ghosts can," Seohyun corrected. She'd be lying if she said she hadn't tried teleporting herself home from school. How cool would that have been?

Jiwoo picked the cat and quickly passed it to Seohyun so no one would witness a flying cat. Seohyun draped her over her shoulder so Jiwoo could play with her. As they were walking, they saw San standing in a corner. He waved, then joined them.

"Hi noona," he said, and Jiwoo tried poking San but her hand went through him.

"I guess you can still only see," Jiwoo shook her head, continuing to pet the cat.

"You can touch the cat? And she sees you?" San asked, curiously watching them.

"Ever since we accidentally teleported her, I can touch her. But I'm pretty sure she could see me before too. All cats can, I think."

"Interesting..."

"Were you... waiting for us or something?" Seohyun finally asked.

"I was. I couldn't sleep last night, truth be told. I kept thinking about what happened. In fact, I'm surprised I didn't freak out..."

"I'm more surprised about that," Seohyun admitted.

"Meanwhile Seohyun here slept as soon as she reached home and I had to wake her up for school too," Jiwoo flipped her hair dramatically. Seohyun scoffed at that.

"You must be very tired... Are you okay?" San asked.

Seohyun nodded, and before she could say something they heard someone calling their names. It was Wooyoung and Yeosang. They joined them, Wooyoung putting his arm over San's shoulder as he said, "You're early today. You usually come in last minute."

"I woke up early today," San said casually, his eyes darting towards Seohyun unconsciously. Yeosang noticed that, trying to stop the smile creeping on his mouth as he looked between Seohyun and San. Seohyun gave him a warning glare, one she made sure was strong enough.

As they waited for class to start, Seohyun was resting her head on the desk. She couldn't quite believe the fact that someone now knew who she was, and was not disgusted or freaked out by her. She couldn't stop wondering what the future would be like, what if this group of boys would really get her to warm up to them, and how they would react if they found out.

San turned around in his seat, a frown growing on his face as he noticed how tired she looked. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Just very, very tired," Seohyun sighed, lifting her head.

"What if the ghost-man comes here?" San asked.

"Oh. I'd totally forgotten about him..." Seohyun bit her lip, "Well, he knows better not to make a scene in front of people, so chances are he won't."

"Chances? That ghost was dangerous!" San hissed, "What if he does come here?"

"Jiwoo must be out on watch. She'd warn me." Seohyun said, and San looked a little relieved at that. "It's not like the ghost can hurt you, so don't worry."

San rolled his eyes. "I'm worried about you, stupid."

"Oh," Seohyun paused. "You don't have to. I'll be fine."

San tsk-ed at her, turning back in his seat. Seohyun stared at the back of his head. Yunho dragged his seat towards Seohyun as he said, "You both are getting along rather well."

"Well," Seohyun slumped back in her seat, "he keeps talking."

Yunho laughed at that, "He's been thinking of names for your cat too."

"I won't approve if I don't like it. He knows that, right?"

"I'll give a good name, don't worry," San turned back in his seat, having overheard the conversation.

"I don't have much expectations from you, to be honest," Seohyun said casually, tucking her hair behind her ear, "I think Jongho there could give a much better name. He looks like he actually uses his brain."

Yunho and San looked at each other and giggled at that. Her observation was true. Jongho was infamously known as the 'only braincell' of the group. Yunho told her that, which actually made her smile.

"See? I know how to spot the smart ones."

"Who do you think is the most dumb one out of us?" San asked, attempting to make puppy eyes so she won't pick him. Seohyun looked at each one of them slowly, then said, "I haven't talked to you all much, but Wooyoung looks like he doesn't really like to use his brain."

The pair of them laughed so loud at that, catching the rest of the boys' attention as Seohyun tried to shut them up. But they were in tears, slapping their thighs as they laughed.

"Can the both of you stop? San you're second dumbest, just so you know."

That just made them laugh harder. The boys slowly came to them, muttering how they wanted to know what was 'so funny that they were howling'.

"She thinks the smartest one of us is Jongho, and the dumbest is Wooyoung," Yunho finally explained.

Wooyoung was laughing at first until he realized and yelled "HEY!" Jongho giggled, looking satisfied.

"Your brain processing is just a bit slow, that's all. No offence," Seohyun muttered.

"I mean, she's not wrong..." Hongjoong made an impressed face.

"Where do I stand?" Mingi asked, "I'm the second smartest right?"

"From below, yes," Seohyun said, making them all laugh. They all insisted that she rank them, and then they'd tell her if she was right about this.

"I don't actually think you're dumb, okay? This is just a joke, don't take it seriously-"

"I know, we all know," Wooyoung assured her, smiling warmly, "carry on."

"...Okay," Seohyun hesitated a bit then started, "Hongjoong is smartest obviously but Jongho is quite smart too? He seems more mature. Then Yeosang or Seonghwa, San somewhere in the middle depending on how awake he is, not sure about Yunho, but Mingi and Wooyoung... well they're pretty close. Because they don't like using their brains..."

"Most of it is accurate," Hongjoong agreed, "Yunho is more lucky than smart."

"Ah.. must be nice to be god's favourite," Seohyun scoffed. "But hey, I like Mingi and Wooyoung. They make you all laugh. That's more important."

Mingi and Wooyoung clapped at that, finally approving.

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It was finally after school, when San insisted on accompanying her to her home so she would get there 'safe', that they encountered the old ghost right outside her house.

"Get behind me" San protectively pushed Seohyun behind her.

"I appreciate the gesture, San, but this won't work. Use your brain."

"Oh... Right," San scratched his head and Jiwoo, who had also been with them the entire time, stepped forward.

"We can talk this out like civil human beings and ghosts. Then you can decide if you really want to kill Seohyun."

"NOONA!" San shouted in disbelief but she dismissed him with a wave of her hand.

"Very touching, all this, but I agree, we can have a normal conversation," the old man said.

"How long have you been a ghost exactly?"

"So long that I have forgotten my purpose, girl," the ghost snickered. "I heard from some older ghosts that killing the mediator by our own hands would make us move on."

Seohyun saw San and Jiwoo both tense. "And you thought you'd check?"

The old man nodded. "The mediator before you... Some other ghost killed him. It was some sort of revenge. He was supposed to help me."

"I could help some other way, because killing me doesn't really sound like a solution to me... Like, think about it. It doesn't make sense."

"Are you sure you aren't saying that because you don't want to die yet?" The old man smirked.

"Oh please," Seohyun faked swagger, "If I had an option, I'd kill me too." San shook his head at her.

"Very well. I'll hear you out."

Seohyun explained that she knew an old shaman who helped ghosts with no purpose to move on. It took some convincing and death threats to Seohyun, but she finally made him realize that it might be his one and only option now, and that he should just 'stop being a pain and move the hell on'.

"If it turns out to be a scam, I promise I'll come for you, whether it helps me move on or not."

"Please do," Seohyun replied nonchalantly. The ghost signaled to Jiwoo and they disappeared.

San turned to see that Seohyun was now leaning against the wall, wiping sweat from her forehead as she sighed in relief. "Nice acting."

Seohyun looked at him once before drinking from her water bottle. She had noticed the disapproval in his voice. She stared at him when she was done, and he stared back for a good few seconds before he finally sighed loudly.

"How can you be so... stupid at times like these?"

"How was that stupid? I talked to him and poured sense into him. And it worked. I don't see the problem."

"Does your life mean nothing to you?" San asked.

"San, chill, it was just acting-"

"Those ghosts can touch you!" San was louder this time, making Seohyun flinch a little, "They can hurt you like any other human, hell, they can hurt you in worse ways than that! How can you be so relaxed when gambling with your life?!"

Seohyun watched as San ran a hand through his hair frustratingly, clearly holding himself back. His whole body was tense, his jaw was set and he was not having any of it.

"Are you done?" Seohyun asked, making sure it came out soft. San shook his head.

"I've been seeing ghosts my entire life. My mom took me to all sorts of people for help. You think I don't know how dangerous it is? I learned from the worst. And I'm old enough and experienced enough to know how to handle rogue ghosts like these. Trust me on that."

"I know you are, Seohyun," San admitted, "I just hate it when you talk about your life like it means nothing. Like you'd have no problem if something happened."

"Let's just say I haven't had something I'd like to live for yet," Seohyun said.

San locked eyes with her. "I'll make it change now."

"What?"

"There's so much to life. I know you haven't had the best life, but you have people you can rely on now. And I'll make sure you'll have something to live for."

"What do you live for?" Seohyun asked, curious.

San smiled. "My parents, my grandparents, my friends. And myself."

"Doesn't it... get too much? Living for all of them... must be hard. And boring."

"What's hard and boring is when I had nothing to live for," San said, "When life became repetitive, and I didn't really love anyone, including myself. But now... I have something to look forward to. And no matter if it gets hard, I'll have people to lean on. So ask yourself this, Seohyun. Is it hard living like me or is it hard living like you?"

San knew his words had crossed her, so he locked eyes with her for a second longer before he waved and left for home, leaving Seohyun wondering if she really had wasted all her life repelling people, and if it really had been a wise decision.

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[katytheinspiredworkaholic]

WIP Wednesday Thursday

Title: Extraordinary

Pairings: HotchReid (side pairings Morcia, WillxJJ, others in flirtation)

Summary: League of Extraordinary Gentleman/Vampire AU;

Within the FBI there is a specialized team full of an elite selection of people. Unique individuals with very particular skill sets. And their job is to take the unusual cases: the ones that need to not only be solved, but are undetermined if the unsub is human, or something else entirely.

In a world filled with Vampires, non-human creatures, and subspecies unknown, there is only enough information to have them vaguely regulated. Rules that are so easily, and violently broken, all while hidden in plain sight among the unsuspecting public. Unrivaled for eons.

That’s where the BAU comes in.

Official Posting Date: Now posted on tumblr and Ao3, Click Here

Links: (Masterpost) (Snippet 01) (Snippet 02) (Snippet 03) (Snippet 04)

(TW/CW: This is pretty tame, Emily is just a little intense and eager because Spencer is... well, Spencer, and when she realizes all he can do? Oh she is chomping at the bit. Some trance-like things and witchy stuff and Hotch being territorial without being able to admit it.)

(the story so far/what you need to know for this clip at least: this takes place in chapter 02, what you will all see on Saturday evening, and this version is insanely unpolished (I’m about to go through and fix it up and give it a good make-over) but basically this is the first time Spencer is meeting Emily Prentiss and it makes... an impression. Also, Emily has been at the BAU for about 0.2 seconds and Hotch is already done with her. The sibling energy I love to see. It’s also hella long, as an apology for missing last week and being a day late. All you’ve missed is Spencer about ran into Emily turning a corner and she saved him from spilling his case files and coffee all over the floor. Now they are talking)

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“I apologize, I thought you were an intern or still in the academy.”

“It’s alright, everyone does,” Spencer says without taking offense. He wouldn’t have gotten where he was or lasted very long if he did; however, if he had a nickel for every time someone had been surprised by his age, he’d be as rich as Father Rossi. His full hands actually aids him as he mentions, “I don’t usually shake hands with people, so don’t think me rude. I’m Dr. Spencer Reid.” He offers her a smile in exchange, and it is mirrored on her face just as her surprise kicks up another notch. 

“Doctor, my my I am in for a trip on this team, aren’t I?” she laughs, and it’s a melodic thing that stretches over an expanse of time and history. Ballrooms in Russia and palors of France, Elizabethan and the roaring 20’s and everything in between all rolled into one. He’s not sure how he sees it, an impossible thing, but he can read it like a book and that must have something to do with what she is. “Emily Prentiss, it is a remarkable pleasure to meet you Dr. Reid. Now, I have to ask--” her tone is so charming and playful and probing he barely notices the nuance, “And I’m sure it’s taboo around here, but I have to know -- your regeneration process. Tell me what it is or what you do. You look so young.”

“I am young,” he states simply, finally stunned by a question he’s not usually asked. 

“Yes, yes, we all can’t be a thousand years old like your fearless Vampire leader,” she waves off and Spencer’s eyes widen because… he hadn’t known Hotch was that old. Sure he’d said he’d been alive for the better part of a millennia, but he always said it like a hyperbole. A turn of phrase that’s off by a couple centuries. But --

 A thousand years old. 

That would put him… 

God, that would put him alive, as a human, just before the start of The Crusades. 

“Oh, did he keep that to himself? Oops, my bad. Pretend you don’t know. Anyway -- so are you a Shifter? Or use a particular spell? Oh, or is it a curse? I’m fascinated by curses, I don’t use them often myself but the rigidity of terms using a power so chaotic is just such a fun juxtaposition that I--”

“No, no, I’m… normal, human,” Spencer interrupts her, still the smallest bit shell-shocked, but now connects a few dots himself as she speaks. Realizes very suddenly that Ms. Prentiss appears ageless because she is ageless. She’s also a Witch. One of the broadest terms for subspecies categories, which really doesn’t do it justice. A Witch could be a number of things. Someone who uses magic and science and the very Earth itself paired with the spiritual planes to do impossible things. Witches are beings so powerful they should be uncategorizable. Something Spencer is fascinated by as well. He’s never met anyone like Emily. “I look young because I am young. I’m 27, I’ve only been with the BAU for the past three years. I’m a little excited to not be the newbie on the team any more,” he tries to joke, but Emily’s gaze has gone distant and sharp all at once.

“You’re only 27? And you’re a doctor?” She asks in clarification, Spencer nodding along each time. “You’ve been a doctor, since becoming an FBI agent?” 

“Um, well -- I’m not a medical doctor. I do have three doctorates, though; in mathematics, chemistry, and engineering,” he finds himself shrinking a bit under her intensely interested gaze. “What?”

“Chemistry?” she asks, vaguely more distant.

“That was my first doctorate,” he murmurs back, not sure what has her looking so contemplative. 

“You’ve achieved all of this: three doctorates, FBI agent, BAU -- in 27 years?” she questions, a grave yet wondrous sound.

“Technically I did all of that in 15 years. I graduated high school when I was 12,” he manages to do more than mumble, and Emily’s wide-eyed stare has him spewing forth information like it requires an explanation. “I have an eidetic memory, and I can read 20,000 words a minute, and my IQ is 187 so by human standards yes -- I’m a genius, and borderline on the advanced brain developments scale. But I’m still human. Nothing paranormal or extraordinary.”

The pause that follows is palpable.

“Oh,” she says in an exhale, “Oh, you young soul. You have no idea, do you? What you are capable of...” She tilts her head as she steps closer and Spencer is very suddenly aware that he’s not sure she’s blinked since they started speaking about his qualifications. What he can do, how he got to where he is. No one usually shows this much interest, he makes them uncomfortable for reasons he doesn’t always understand. 

Emily doesn’t look uncomfortable, she looks… hungry. 

“You are so very, very extraordinary. Exceptional, really. Look at all of what you’ve accomplished with just 15 years of life.” That astonished sound again, like she can’t believe her luck--

And then she’s in his space, gaze boring into his, and Spencer can see galaxies in the depth of her eyes. His breath stolen from him and feet rooted to the floor. So he doesn’t step away as she leans just the smallest bit closer, words resonating with echoes across ages.

“Imagine what you could do with a thousand.” 

“Prentiss,” the deep voice of Hotch’s monotone (edged in something vaguely aggressive, and more than a little aggravated)  breaks through their moment. The trance fading like a fog from Spencer’s eyes. “No recruiting. It’s in your contract.”

“You have such a gift, it’s a shame to waste it,” Emily whispers in a rush as Hotch approaches them from down the hall. More earnest than intimidating, now.

“Prentiss!” 

“Think about it,” she winks, and then turns to give Hotch a smile that’s all teeth so sharp she resembles a shark. “Oh, what a sour face. What’s wrong? Were you planning on asking him first? You snooze, you lose.” 

“Conference room,” he instructs, pointing the way Spencer had just come. “Team meeting in 20 minutes. Try not to summon anything between here and there.” She sticks her tongue out at him childishly as she leaves, and sends a quirk of a smile Spencer’s direction that shifts her whole expression into something comically entertained. He’s never seen Hotch interact with someone like this, like they were… familiar, even exasperatingly so. The closest in comparison is probably Father Rossi. But this is less like old friends and more like sibling rivalry. 

The space Emily had just vacated is suddenly filled with Hotch, an overwhelmingly welcomed presence and it eases the tension out of Spencer’s spine and shoulders that he hadn’t even realized was there. 

“Are you okay?” he asks, low and quiet. They’re the only ones in the hallway, but secrecy is a hard habit to break.

Spencer nods, still gaining his bearings once more. “I think so. That didn’t feel like hypnotism. I don’t know what that was.” 

“Prentiss doesn’t manipulate minds or the wills of other people,” Hotch tells him, which is soothing if not for the foreboding question of what just occurred. “She doesn’t need to. She can do a lot of things: change her face, her voice, make illusions and talk circles around anyone -- even you.” Spencer looks up to him at that, aware that his level of intelligence is the only thing that keeps him safe from JJ or Hotch’s influence. His mind can’t be bent, or tricked.

“Then what was she doing? I felt compelled but… not against my will. What was that?” he asks, also quiet but much more high in pitch as his confusion turns his voice to a winded sound.

Hotch’s thin, stern frown does nothing to alleviate the apprehension caught up in his chest like a bad cold. 

.

“Possibility,” he states, grim and not liking that Spencer had fallen prey to such a short moment with Emily Prentiss and her promise of what her craft could do for him. Hotch is well aware that Spencer’s gift of soaking up every speck on information he’s given like a sponge isn’t something to let wither and die like so many before him. There’s so much he could do with an infinite life, such as his and Emily’s, but the curse of living forever alone is not something to be taken lightly. And not to be decided by someone who still has so much more life to live unaided by other forces.

However, Emily was right about one thing. Hotch can’t deny that he’s thought about it. More than considered it as a definite possibility. 

An offer, all his own.

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Tagged list so far: @physics-magic​, @thaddeusly, @ssa-noa, @ssa-sarahsunshine, @tobias-hankel, @reidology, @mintphoenix

#THIS IS JUST A SNIPPET #it's a very long one as an apology for missing last week and being a day late #and also because it's COOL and I have no self control #Emily and Spencer would be a terrifying duo honestly #Also Emily and Hotch have the best sibling relationship ever #if anyone wants in on that taglist hit me up via ask or comment or rb #the story is posted! Updates on Saturday evenings #Extraordinary #HotchReid #Katyswriting #Katyswip #wip wednesday

[emmettsmantiddies]

I absolutely love your headcannons! Could you do some Bella + Edward ones please? 🍎

I sure can! (Apologies that this is ages late)

I think Edward learns to loosen up a little bit with Bella

She essentially bonks him every time he’s overly anxious or upset or broody (Hey, who said operant conditioning never worked on vampires)

They still go on dates, even if they can’t really eat anything

In my headcanon Rasputin doesn’t exist so they aren’t forced to be parents

Bella gets turned the way she wants and it’s something she cherishes (she won’t tell Eddie tho bc that’ll send him into a moody tailspin)

Bella reads to Edward even though he’s already read the books and knows what happens

He tries to make her laugh by guessing ridiculous plot twists

In this headcanon we’re going to say that when Bella met the Denalis for the first time as a vampire, Eleazar clocked her gift right away

And she was able to begin working on controlling her shield, not because of an imminent fight for her family and friends’ lives, but so she can share her thoughts with Edward

I think Bella wouldn’t make it a big deal, just one day she’d let her shield down and think “You know I love you, right?” and Edward would flip out

He’d be so ecstatic, not only that he can read her thoughts, but that she let him read her thoughts

He’d also be happy that she can keep her privacy and is working towards expanding her shield so that other people in the house can keep theirs as well

Every time they have to move to a new school, they kinda reenact their love story, albeit more straightforward than the first time

They just enjoy falling in love over and over again bc they’re sappy bitches

Edward takes Bella traveling, showing her places that she couldn’t have gone to as a human

Bella gets to go to college and gets as many degrees as she wants

She becomes an author of paranormal romance

Or a historian

Edward is more than happy to be the trophy husband (picture the John Mulaney “That’s my wife” gif)

Back when Bella was a human, if she ever got sick, Edward would have a meltdown

He’d stay far away from her, maybe handing her things with like those fake hands on a stick

He’d make her tea (He had a few failed attempts at first)

He’d also go and buy all of the over the counter medicines. The clerk gets suspicious and calls the authorities, but when they realize he’s Dr. Cullen’s son, they let it slide. 

Bella literally just wants to cuddle him but he refuses

And if she never got her flu shot and got a cold?

Edward would never let her forget it

I also think that Edward would buy Bella an apartment in a big city for times where she doesn’t want to be in the PNW

Maybe in New York or Chicago

Bella loves to visit Chicago because that’s where Edward’s from

He takes her around and gives her a tour, telling her how things used to be back in his day

Bella and Edward have a happily ever after that they get to repeat over and over again, which is all Bella ever wanted

#thanks anon #twilight #twilight renaissance #twilight revival #twilight headcanons #bella swan #edward cullen #mine #i need to come up with a good tag for these

[totallysharkycomplete]

Waiting For You Part Four (Ford Pines x Reader) Our Year

Before the twins arrived she helped Stan set up the attic for them. She also made sure there was plenty of food and snacks. Also, she helped make sure the shack was tween proof, and there were no signs of the supernatural or paranormals.

Stan had hired help in the gift shop for the summer, which was new. Besides Soos who had been around for a few years now. He claimed it was because you were both so close to getting Ford back, and the kids would be enough work.

Life wasn’t much different with the twins around, maybe more fun, but not too different. Mabel decided to call her their honorary Grant. The only difference being having to wait until the kids were asleep before she and Stan head down into the basement.

She tried to distance herself at first, allowing time for Stan to bond with his grand niece and nephew. When Stan told her he was going to take the kids fishing she decided to stay home and work. A few days after that there was a loud crash and Soos announced that he had found a random hidden room.

Everything in her started to panic that he had somehow found Ford’s room, but was relieved when she saw it was those creepy wax figures Stan had forgotten about.

“Why are these in here?” Dipper asks.

“They stopped attracting tourists so Stan put them away. Also,” She leans down to Dipper to whisper. “I think they were kinda haunted.” She only half jokes. They had always given her the creeps.

“I thought you didn’t believe in stuff like that.” Dipper quirked an eyebrow.

Stan and her had agreed to play off all the weird stuff in Gravity Falls to try and keep the kids away from it.

“I don’t.” She lies.

---------- When Mabel announces she has been spending time with Gideon she advies her against it. “Mabel, not to be rude, I know he’s only a child, but he’s kind of insane. Also, he’s kind of like your Gunkle Stan's nemesis.”

Mabel ignores her warning. A few days later however she came back to admit she was right.

“Mabel, I know you’re very boy crazy at this age. You’ll quickly learn that if a guy makes you feel uncomfortable or creeps you out you shouldn’t force yourself to be around them.” She offers Mabel a Pitt Cola which she happily accepts.

“He was really nice until he was really creepy.” Mabel sighs.

“Some boys are just like that.” She tells her.

“What about you? You’re so beautiful and nice. Why don’t you have a boyfriend?” Mabel sits up, excited for an answer.

Her thumb comes up to fidget with the back of her ring. “Well, Mable, I…”

“Oh my gosh!” Mabel jumps up. “Is it because you’re in love with Grunkle Stan?”

She can’t help but laugh, causing Mabel to frown. “I’m sorry, Mabel, but no. I love Stan, yes. But I have absolutely no romantic feeling for him.”

“Don’t worry, by the end of this summer I’ll find you a boyfriend for sure!” Mabel doesn't listen as she protests, and scurries off. ---------- For some reason unbeknownst to her Stan decides to throw a party at the shack. When she asks him a reason all he replies with is, “Money!” Which seems about right to her.

She avoids the party for the most part. Taking the opportunity to sneak into the basement to tighten bolts and detangle wires. It's really all she can do at this point until the other journals are found.

When the party is over Stan makes his way to the basement. “You been down here all night?” She nods. “I could use some help cleaning up from the party.” She agrees to help since there is nothing left for her to do.

She starts throwing cups in the trash can and sweeping up. She unconsciously sighs.

“What’s that for?” Stan asks.

“What’s what for?” She replies.

“The sighing, am I too boring for you?” He jokes.

She stops cleaning and looks at him. “What else can we do, Stan? I feel like I’m just sitting around twiddling my thumbs waiting for something to happen. I’ve spent hours in the woods looking for the journals, hours looking around town, in the shack, but I always come back empty handed. I just don’t know what to do next.”

Stan walks over to her and takes the broom from her hands and sets it to the side, then wraps her in a hug. She hugs him back. “All we can do is keep on living our lives. We’ve done all that we can. I’m not saying we should give up or nothing, but right now we just have to live in the present ya’ know?”

She sniffs. “I know. It’s just so hard to, when it feels like we’re so close.” She put her chin on his chest to look at him.

He smiles. “I know what you mean.” He pauses for a second. “But right now, how ‘bout a dance? Didn’t get one all night.” Stan moves to turn on a slow song, before moving back to her and taking her hands.

She laughs but doesn't argue, laying her head against his chest. They slowly sway to the music.

“This year will be our year, promise.” Stan whispers. ---------- She’s sitting on the dinosaur skull talking to Stan when the twins come barling into the room arguing about having separate rooms. She can’t but smile and wonder if Ford and Stan were like this as kids. Right as Stan is explaining there’s not another room there’s a loud crash and Soos announces, yet again, he’s found a secret room.

Everyone makes their way to go see, and to her dismay she sees it’s Ford’s room. She watches as Stan walks in and grabs Ford’s glasses and tucks them into his sleeve while lying about not knowing what the room was.

She’s so lost in thought that she doesn’t even remember experiment 78, and how she had spent the day in Ford’s body before they figured out they could switch back.

She's leaning against the door frame watching as Stan tells the kids he’ll give the room to whoever sucks up to him the most. Even though she’s feeling upset seeing this room for the first time in a year she can’t help but laugh at Stan’s antics.

As the kids are off scrambling to reshackle the roof she sits across from Stan at the table. “Really?”

He smirks. “What? Just a little friendly competition among siblings.”

She lets out a laugh. “Were you and Ford like that?”

Stan looks at her smiling, but frowns a little before pulling a fake smile. “We, uh, we were best friends our whole childhood. As inseparable as kids can get.” He thinks for a second. “Did you ever want to have kids?”

She looks down at the table wistfully. “I did,” she says with a sad kind of smile. “We did,” she corrects herself. “We had talked about having kids once we weren’t so busy with work.

Stan can’t help but feel guilty. Maybe if he had never answered his brother letter her and Ford would be happily married with a family of their own.

“Don’t think like that Stan.” She frowns.

“Like what?” He tries to play dumb.

“I’ve spent almost every moment with you the last thirty years. I can read you like a book, old man.” She smiles at him now and reaches across the table to hold his hand. He grumbles but doesn’t pull away. “You know I love you, Stan. I don’t hold anything that happened against you, I’ve told you before.”

She pulls her hand away as Mabel runs into the room and starts talking to Stan. She gives him a smile before leaving the room.

Later she finds Stan sitting in his arm chair in front of the television. His favorite show is on, but he’s focused on the object in his hands. Ford’s glasses. Silently, she walked to sit on the dinosaur skull beside him and wrap an arm around him. They both look down at the glasses in silence. ---------- At first, she finds Dipper’s Guide to the Unexplained charming. He reminds her a lot of Ford. Charming, until he starts to point the attention to her.

“She’s lived without Grunkle for who knows how long. They aren’t married or romantically involved, yet she wears a wedding ring. Could she actually be the ghost of a lonely widow who died in this house?” Dipper came up with a whole bunch of crazy theories. He followed her around with a camera until she finally had to tell him to stop.

She pulled him aside to talk to him. “Dipper, listen. Your grukle and I are friends, and roommates. We live together because neither of us want to live alone.”

“But your ring.” Dipper begins to ask.

“My ring,” she gives him a sad smile. “Dipper my fiance gave me this ring and he’s… no longer with us.”

Dipper’s face turned white as he began apologizing.

“Dipper it’s alright. I’m sure you’ll find a real mystery in this town if you keep looking.” ---------- A few days later she's reading in her room when Stan calls her and the kids to the living room. “I need you to laugh at this with me!” He motions to the little Gideon commercial on the tv.

Her heart sinks as the commercial shows the Mystery Shack being destroyed by the tent of telepathy.

Dipper asks if they should be worried about that but Stan assures him the only way Gideon could take the shack was if he snuck in and stole the deed. There’s a loud crash and Stan gets up and you follow to find Gideon had actually broken in. Stan ends up chasing him out with a broom but Gideon gives a grave warning about how when he gets the combination to his safe, Stan will never see the Mystery Shack again.

She stops Stan as he locks the safe again. “Is it really safe? Should we move it to the basement?”

He put a hand on her shoulder. “The combination is in my brain, sweetheart. There’s no way he can get it there.”

For a second her mind thinks of Bill, but he’s been gone since Ford disappeared. She decided against mentioning it to him and trusts Stan to know what he’s doing. Unfortunately, she's asleep in her room when Bill invades Stan’s mind and the twins and Soos enter his brain.

While in his brain Mabel opens a door to see Stan slow dancing with their ‘honorary Grant.’ “Are we sure they aren’t in love?” She questions before moving on.

She came into the living room to see everyone cheerful, Dipper had his grunkle in a choke hold, and she smiled. Suddenly there was an explosion knocking everyone backwards. Gideon walked in with the deed in his hands.

Dipper looks confused and says something about Bill. Her heart drops at the thought of the twins having to have had to deal with him.

They flee from the shack and all they can do is watch as a wrecking ball knocks over the sign for the Mystery Shack. ---------- The new living situation was less than ideal. Staying with Soos and his grandmother was only a temporary solution until they got the shack back.

While Gideon held a press conference Stan, the kids, and Soos watched from the front, she tried to sneak in the back. However they were both caught and thrown off the property.

Back at Soos’s house she stood in the kitchen with Stan while he called the twin’s parents. She watched as he blatantly lied to them. He hangs up the phone with a sigh and she walks over and pulls him into a hug.

“What are we going to do, Stan?” She whispers.

“We’ll do what we have to.” ---------- She was right by his side as he explained to the kids that he had to send them home. It broke your heart just as much as his to see how upset they were. She was surprised to hear him say Gideon won before he stormed out, she followed him out the door.

“You didn’t mean all that.” She confronts Stan when she catches up to him. “I know you didn’t. Stan we’re so close.”

“What do you want me to say? What can we even do? We’ve lost the shack, the kids have to go home, and we’ve lost the portal!” He shouts but not loud enough for anyone else to hear.

“We can’t just give up.” She sniffs.

Stan calms himself when he sees she's about to cry, and gives her a hug. ---------- She gives both twins a teary goodbye before boarding the bus. “I love you two. Thank you for making this summer so memorable. I’m sorry it got cut short.” She plants a kiss to each of their heads before they board the bus.

She stands with Stan as they watch their bus drive away.

Back at Soos’s house she scribbles down ideas on how to get the house back, while Stan sits on the couch to wallow in his self pity. He grumbles something about hitting rock bottom and having no friends, no family.

“What am I, chopped liver?” She jokes, biting her pen in thought. He apologizes.

He stares at the Gideon pin in his hand before announcing he knows Gideon's weakness and tells you to hurry up as he runs out the door. ---------- Stan exposes Gideon for the fraud he is. They get the shack back and the twins get to stay. Even better, Stan tells her he’s found journal number two. She can’t stop from crying when he tells her.

Stan checks on the kids while she's checking on the portal. She doesn’t come up all night, until Stan comes down with journal number three.

“Is this real?” She asks in disbelief. “All three? We have all three journals after one day?”

“We have them all.” He confirms and flips them open to the corresponding pages. She watches as Stan examines the pages and presses some buttons, and the portal lights up. “It’s working!” He exclaims. Running towards the portal and she follows.

“Here we go.” ---------- It’s not long until gravity anomalies begin to happen.

“It won’t be long now.” Stan stated.

She smiled wide and nodded. --------- The next day when government vehicles showed up she tried her best to keep her calm. Stan kept his cool and they left.

“I thought this would happen.” She confessed when they’re alone. “The gravity anomalies happened back in the 80’s when we got the portal working but the government was less observant then.”

“Don’t stress it. Soon we'll have Ford back and we won’t have to worry about the government.” Stan grunts.

She tries not to stress but it doesn't really work. She decided to help distract herself by helping Stan set up for the party. They deserved to celebrate getting the shack back. However, she can’t but notice Dipper sneaking off to Stan’s room. She goes to tell Stan right away.

She agrees to keep an eye on the party while Stan goes to check the portal. Everything is going well until the earth starts to shake. It’s not time for this yet, she thinks and checks her watch. Everyone runs off and she makes her way over to stand by Mabel, when Dipper comes running around the corner a hoard of zombies behind him. She orders everyone inside and keeps the zombies away from the kids the best she can without a weapon. They end up trapped in the gift shop and one grabs Dipper. Before she can do anything Stan shows up to save the day. When they are almost safe in the attic Dipper says there’s no way you and his Grunkle Stan can deny the thing that goes on in Gravity Falls anymore.

“Kid, I’ve always known.” Stan confesses. Dipper looks at you and you nod.

“We thought the best way to keep you two safe from it was to deny its existence. We see that was wrong now.” She frowns.

After the whole karaoke ordeal is over Stan has the twins promise not to go looking for problems, Stan lies and promises he has no more hidden secrets. ---------- She stands by Stan as he pours the fuel into the machines.

“Everyday it’s getting stronger.” He comments as his pen, mug, and notebook fly through the portal. She grabs his arm and steps back. Her eyes were wide.

“Haha, yes!” Stan shouts and raises his hand up. A stray metal bar flies up and hits him in the hand.

“This is so dangerous.” She sighs while bandaging his hand.

“I don’t care if it’s dangerous. I don’t care how long it takes. We’re gonna pull this off, and no ones going to get in our way.” He says determined.

She nods, just as determined. ---------- Stan and her work countless late nights. Finally Stan poured the last of the fuel into the machine. “That should be just enough to do the trick.” Just as he says that the timer begins.

The two of them put the final touches on the machine and Stan hits the button. The portal lights up and begins to whir into life.

“Yes! This is it!” His hat began to rise off his head.

She grabs on the nearest desk to keep herself on the ground. In a few seconds gravity returns and she lands back on her feet. “Just eighteen more hours?”

“Eighteen more hours and this will all have been worth it. Stan straps on his watch with a synced up timer. “Finally, everything changes today.”

They share a smile together. ---------- Stan says he’s going to spend the day with the kids, but she refuses to leave the basement. The kids ask where she is and he just says she’s not feeling well so she’s laying down in bed.

She's standing near the portal but at a safe distance. “Just ten more minutes.” She fidgets with her ring. While staring at the portal she doesn’t notice Soos and the kids. They don’t notice her right away either.

She checks her watch. “Two more minutes. Where the hell is Stan?” Looking around she looks back in the control room to see the kids and Soos. “What the hell?”

They walk into the portal room and gasp. “Kids, Soos, you can’t be here. You need to leave now.”

“There! Dipper yells and runs to the override keys.” Before she can run over and stop them, they turn them.

She moves to stand in front of the emergency off switch. “Stop! You don’t understand!” Soos grabs her and holds her to the side. She tries to wiggle away but can’t get out of his grasp. “Stop! Please!” She cries as Dipper almost hits the button.

Stan burts into the room and stops him before he does think. Dipper begins to argue with Stan when gravity fails.

They’re all lifted into the air. She's holding onto the timer as Mabel makes her way to the kill switch. She is frozen in fear, but Stan launches himself forward and convinces Mabel to trust him. There’s a blinding light and a figure steps out of the portal.

“The author of the journals. My brother!”

#waiting for you part four #ford pines x reader #standford pines x reader #gravity falls #reader insert

[walker-journal]

Lenan and Lampchops (Adam and Caoimhe)

Characters: Adam Walker (Hunter- Tapir), Caoimhe Brennan (Leanan-Sidhe-Sadie)

Timing: Before the events of Hell’s True North

Summary: The search for Nell continues on a deceptive world of sheep and stray sod where Adam happens to run into, Caoimhe, one of the music professors who isn’t quite as surprised about Sheep Hell as she should be. 

Content Warning: Gun Use

Adam looked into a bright sky with unfamiliar stars and other verdant worlds of fields and jungles that loomed in the sky. Fields of soft grass extended unbroken toward the horizon, undulating in the breeze. Towering thickets of Illuabris Ferns, larger than he’d ever seen them grow on Earth, were pillars of black and violet  that stood stark against the rolling green. 

Vegetable Lambs grazed around the Hunter, paying him no mind as they basked in the off-color light of alien suns. Adam had been wandering for what felt like many days now, but the strange sky didn’t give much clue if that was true. Only the deterioration of his clothes, now bleached by sun and sporting tattered holes hinted that the Hunter had been hiking for far longer than he realized. He couldn’t even count how many of these barometz lambs he’d eaten to keep his strength up, the rest of the herds always just staring with dull dispassion as Adam butchered and cooked one of their number. 

He was lost, and had been so long enough for  his tactical gear to fray, fade, and make  Adam look more like a beleaguered deserter than someone who’d come here  armed to the teeth on a mission. 

The Hunter had to admit that of all the worlds he’d been to so far while trying to find Nell, Lambchops Land was definitely the most surprising with its ass-kicking at the moment, and it hadn’t even given him a scratch. 

Adam felt a flicker of a paranormal presence that definitely wasn’t another goddam lamb. He crested another hill at a slow cautious gait, raising his rifle at the…

The new music teacher?

Wait….was that her? Was he…?

Ok, so if her chest burst open and she’s been a Lamb Alien the whole time Adam was just done, so done.

“Hey ...uh..Professor Brennan,” said the sunburnt ragged soldier, “what brings you to Lambchop Land?” 

It was like something Caoimhe had seen in a picture, or dancing between the flames of the bonfires they’d light in Ireland. It was a world forever just out of reach, only as permanent as any single tendril of flame. It was beautiful, painted in hues of blue and green, all movement as the grass swayed back and forth, a patchwork quilt of stars overhead, and–

And Vegetable Lambs. Vegetable Lambs as far as the eye could see. They dotted the otherwise pristine landscape, cutting figures of cotton-fluff and fruit against the horizon. The peaceful breeze brought with it the bleating of different herds. It was by far the best portal Caoimhe had poked her head into yet: picturesque with a touch of levity.

Then the view changed with the barrel of a rifle. She followed the length of it up until she was met with ruffled hair and sun-bleached clothes, and the kind of weariness only seen in well-worn travelers who hadn’t seen home in far too long. He looked out of place, a single ragged figure painted in dusty pencil over a backdrop of vibrant oils. It was a concept, but Caoimhe wasn’t sure it quite suited him. The way his grip sat against the rifle, she thought maybe he might better fit in the climax of an old western; the twanging of the guitar builds.

“Just me.” She held her hands up for a moment before letting them fall back to her side. He looked like he’d been prepared at one point in time. This trip wasn’t an accident for him. “Would you believe me, if I told you I just stumbled in? Can’t say I expected White Crest to be so...dimensionally inclusive.”

Adam cocked his head at the music professor, features moving from confusion to frowning wariness as her lack of disorientation set off alarm bells in his brain. The Hunter could feel that she wasn’t human but didn’t narrow things down much.  

“I’d believe it,” Adam affirmed. “There have been some other folks that’ve gotten yoinked by these space rips,” the planar wanderer noted. “White Crest is in a weak spot in reality,” the apocalypse prepper claimed, not really bothering to pretend ignorance when he was gun totting on the Veggie Lamb Planet. “I just hope we can find some way to seal that shit up before everything goes to hell...like permanently y’know?”

Adam sighed. “So uh...you would have happened to have seen a portal anywhere?” 

Yes.

Caoimhe hesitated a moment. She’d pegged it right, he was prepared. Whatever had actually brought him to a planet of Vegetable Lambs, he at least had a mission now. And it seemed like the knowledge to accomplish it, if he could ever find a portal again. If she helped him find a portal again. His expression shifted, and her eyebrows lifted; curious.

He needed help, something curious in and of itself, considering. The portal she’d come through herself wasn’t too far away, obscured by the rolling hills. If he could manage to walk a straight line for more than a few minutes, he might even be able to stumble back through it without her help. But the state of him told her he’d been trying just that, to no avail. If something had him that turned around–

“I haven’t been here very long, so logically there should be one not too far away.” She kicked the grass at her feet. “If we put our heads together, we can find a way out. Don’t think either of us will be doing much good solving the portal crisis here. Any ideas what’s caused it yet?”

“I uh...can’t find my way,”  Adam admitted. The Hunter reached into his pack and pulled out a battered compass. Adam closed his eyes and placed home at the forefront of his mind, focusing on the faces of friends and the DIE fraternity house. The compass Penelope had enchanted on the eve of their last night began to spin. The sorceress’ magic sensed the intention of Adam’s heart and soon the compass needle was dutifully pointing the way to portal back White Crest. 

The only problem was, no matter how far Adam walked on these paradisiacal rolling hills in the direction of an exit, he kept circling back and retracing his way out. 

“This compass was enchanted by a witch to help me find the way,” Adam said, choosing to simplify the painful knot of emotions that came with this gift. “But no matter what happens I keep circling back.” 

Adam shook his head at the question of a bigger picture. “I know there are keys and big-ass worm boring through dimensions but I’ve got no idea how they all fit together yet.”  

“I’ve gathered.” Caoimhe grinned up at the disheveled Adam, obviously having been wandering for longer than he ever should have been. Curiosity brought her the rest of the way up the hill to stand next to him. It was a neat trick, to say the least. With a needle to point him exactly where he should go, he should have found his way out long before the sun could bleach his clothes. The hills were just redundant enough to be confusing, but not that confusing.

“You focus on the compass, then. Nowhere else, just the compass. I’ll make sure we’re not doing any circles.” Placing a gentle hand on his elbow, Caoimhe led them in the direction the compass pointed, a direction she knew would eventually yield a portal and a ticket home again. “You know, if you ignore the fact this portal has you all sorts of twisted up, it’s kind of beautiful.”

It was. Blues and greens and yellows and the gentle bleating of the Vegetables Lambs. It was rather harmless, but then, Caoimhe still knew exactly where she was standing and in which direction she needed to go. “Keys and worms. That’s...way too vague. Have there always been portals, or did I just move in at the wrong time?”

“Yeah in a Little House on the Prairie butter-churning sort of way,” Adam admitted, controlling himself enough not to flinch Caoimhe put his hand on his elbow. His Hunter senses send icy hot pinpricks through him at the paranormal woman’s touch and not in the sexy way. Adam was thankful that his time in White Crest had made the feeling of being around supernatural beings routine enough that he didn't go into fight or flight mode as much as he used to. 

“So uh, is finding your way out in the country just a superpower you’d got then,” Adam asked as they crested another hill of strange colorful plants whose tendril polyps writhing and curled in the sunshine. Outright asking ‘what’ Caoimhe was seemed a bit on the nose considering that she was in a helpful mood. 

“White Crest is in a like, dimensional weakspot,” Adam posited, seeing no reason to conceal the information considering how literally to hell everything was going. “It’s properly why there are so many demons and whatnot around, but this is definitely a huge spike in Hellmouth stuff.” 

With Adam following, Caoimhe let go and walked a few steps ahead. Her fingers curled into her palms and she spun herself through a few different answers. What she did wasn’t a superpower, though some might construe it as such. With their eyes glazed over and their hands moving over the keys of a piano, with a whole world of inspiration spreading itself in front of them. The divine muse. Caoimhe swallowed. It wasn’t a superpower. It was a mystical science at best. She wouldn’t go so far as to say a curse; she could hear her mother screaming from Ireland.

“Have you considered you might be exceptionally good at getting lost?” She cast a glance his direction, tone light. She had a feeling he wasn’t. She had a feeling he’d see right through her dancing around the point. “I’ve spent a lot of my life traveling, you tend to get good at the cardinal directions.”

She didn’t want to be seen. “Lovely. Welcome to White Crest, right? Portals and Hellmouths, and– what, what is that?”

The sun blotted out and the bleating seemed to increase in volume. Something deeper and louder broke through the din, then. Something Caoimhe could feel rattle in her chest.

“I mean...that’s fair,” Adam allowed, sunburned face breaking into a smile at Caoimhe’s counterpoint as he kept his eyes locked on the compass as they weaved their way through blossoming heaths and swaying forests of Illuabris Ferns. 

Caoimhe’s exclamation raised Adam’s gaze to the verdant valley spread out below them. 

In a cleft between four grassy hills was a circle of cairn stones. Within the cairn circle was what seemed to be a pit of pure sunlight that shone like a beacon in the sudden gloom that’d encroached across the sky.  

Beyond the sunwell was what Adam had first taken to be an enormous tree before it shambled forward on hoofed feet. It was then that the Hunter realized it was a giant Barometz, bigger than any Earthly ecosystem would’ve made possible. It’s roots were a cluster of long hooved legs and scrambled forward like a bovine millipede. Engorged clusters of Vegetable Lambs hung from its branches in the matter of grapes on a vine, their discordant cacophony of shrieking growing closer. 

“Well shit, its like a…. Megalamp King.” 

“It’s coming our way, is what it is.” And directly in their way. Caoimhe thought throwing a dog on a piano might sound better than the thing trampling its way towards them. She’d heard middle-school bands who could give it a run for its money. Which was all entirely ignoring the fact that one misplaced, vine-thick hoof could squash her. It was a beautiful place, but she really didn’t want it to be the last place she ever saw.

“We shouldn’t be too far from the portal, but…” The sound of shuffling and the increasing din of the creature moving towards them was almost too loud, “We’re going to need to get through or around that. And unlike you, I don’t have a rifle.”

Nor were her gifts particularly suited for Vegetable Kombat. Round one, fight. “Any ideas?”

Adam reached behind to his back and produced a metal sphere topped with a fuse clip and safety  to offered it to the professor. “I’ll fire at it and try to draw the Lamb Tree off the side,” he suggested as the towering Barometz began to lumber up the hill. “Run to the portal while I distract it. When you get there, pull this clip and throw this explosive at it.”

Adam doubted a handheld grenade would actually kill something this big but it’d at least buy a moment or two hopefully. “That might give me enough to run to you and we can get the hell out. Sound good?”

A bomb. He handed her a bomb. And really it shouldn’t have been too much of a surprise, considering the rifle with which he’d greeted her, but Caoimhe still took a moment to stare at it. Her strengths had always been a little more subtle. It was in gentle but purposeful touches, encouragement, making someone weak just for existing and creating in a space with her. Adam’s strengths appeared to be explosive weaponry.

“...Sounds better than anything I could’ve come up with.” Caoimhe took the metal sphere gingerly, like it was liable to go off if she squeezed it too hard. Okay, she knew how a grenade worked. She’d watched movies before. She was entirely prepared. She nodded, “Just make sure you don’t get lost trying to find me.”

She cast a grin over her shoulder and ran. And it was shaky at best. The kind of grin worked around a desperate joke and a heart hammering a sharp staccato against her chest, through legs that felt more like jelly than muscle and bone. The ground shook as she did her best to flank it, each thunderous footstep displacing the earth around it. A quick glance up and Caoimhe could catch wide-eyes with different clusters of Vegetable Lambs dangling off the main beast, their mouths dropped open but the cacophony too loud to pick out the individuals.

She was going to throw up. Perhaps not right in the moment, but later, after the adrenaline fully wore off. After she had a chance to remember how tightly she’d been holding the grenade and how many times she’d almost tripped over her own feet. How the grass itself seemed to tangle around her ankles and she could only catch glimpses of Adam through the weaving roots and swaying lambs. She might even laugh, too. Since when was a lamb so horrifying?

By the time she spotted the portal, her chest burned, and it would be so easy to jump through and be done with the whole experience, but Adam. She pivoted around, pulled the pin, and lobbed the grenade as hard as she could.

Adam sprinted out of the ensuing cloud of splintered wood and sheep guts, wiping fleece and gory vines out of his eyes. He bled from an array of bites from entire clusters of ravenous sheep and burns from vine constriction. The Megalamp Tree staggered in a panicked frenzy, thrashing out wildly in the splinters and smoke. Enormous limbs carved deep furrows through the bright grass as they slammed blindly down. Adam wove back and forth among the heather as he tried to avoid the descent of column-like branches and the vegetable lambs being flung everywhere like shrieking dandelion seeds. 

Adam sprinted over to Caoimhe, plastered in bloody fleece and leaves. He looked over to the vortex swirling between the cairn stones. “Thanks! Nearly got strangled by the Bo-Peep there.” 

Caoimhe almost didn’t expect to see him come out the other side. Between the thrashing off the Megalamp Tree and Adam’s penchant for getting completely turned around, the odds were not in their favor. But he rounded the thrashing beast with a thanks and Caoimhe promptly doubled over, dry-heaving into the once-serene, swaying grass. For a moment, a thumbs up was all she could manage over pulling in one breath after another.

She was made for classrooms. For violins in bar bathrooms and crooked smiles and french horns and running from her problems. Adam was obviously built of tougher stuff. He didn’t seem much phased by red-stained fleece and sticky leaves. He had a rifle and a bomb, and something twisted in Caoimhe’s chest, but she wasn’t going to question him when he’d handed her a ticket out. He was made for something else.

“I found the portal.” She rubbed at her eyes and grinned behind the column of her forearms. She found the portal, and he fought their way out. Caoimhe supposed she should be thankful. “Wouldn’t have been much good if I had been crushed, though.”

The ground shook as clumps of lambs fell wildly onto the ground, little feet scrambling every which direction, lost. Whatever Adam was made for, she was glad she’d found him. “Thank you.” She crooked a thumb over her shoulder at the mess of a beast behind them, “That was all you. I think...I think maybe we’d both have been stuck here.”

She stopped short of a ‘we make a good team,’ and settled for a thankful smile, stepping back to make sure he was able to pass through the portal and casting one last glance at the mess they left behind them.

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[king-star]

1. 161cm, dark Brown hair (mostly in a bun or wearing a cap), blue green eyes, female, tattooed arms, a septum and a nose ring

2. more of an introvert until I get to know people, I am sarcastic, funny, good listener, I am always just bursting out into songs, I can get a bit clingy and I like romantic gestures, and I am more of a little spoon

3. I play soccer and watch soccer all the time, I like playing video games, watching movies, tv shows, have a few chill drinks (hopelessly in love with Natasha romanoff, Wanda maximoff, naya Rivera and the USWNT for example😊)

4. I feel like I already told you a lot but I am a creative person I’d say I like writing poems and songs I love singing even though I’m not good at it, driving around singing with friends in the car is something I enjoy, I prefer a chill evening playin board games have a few drinks over a full packed club, or watching the sunset with someone :) oh and I am into the paranormal stuff like i believe in ghosts and so on I watch serial killer documentaries or like ghost investigations🤓

5. the preferred Gender would be female 😊

Thank you already I’m intrigued what you’re coming up with ❤️

your match is 📺Wanda Maximoff📺

~ When Wanda first laid on you she thought you were HOT. The piercings and tattoos did something to her. She respected that you were quieter at first but was overjoyed when you finally opened up to her. She does her best to care for your every need and listens to what you want. She doesn’t mind that you are clingy being clingy herself. Anytime you use your creative skills to give her gifts she cries. Everytime. Wanda being a witch definitely believes in paranormal stuff. She is never happier than drinking a rose as the sun sets with you wrapped in her arms. ~

A/N: tatted and pierced. Please where you at? hope you enjoy it though!!

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[meltotheany]

Goodreads | Amazon US | B&N | Blackwell’s | Bookshop ARC provided by the publisher via Netgalley i feel like all my friends who also loved this one, were all by my side here on goodreads, back in the early 2010s, reading all the paranormal romances known to man (or that our moms kept on their bookshelves). the nostalgia for books like riley jenson, black dagger brotherhood, kate daniels were so very felt. yet, this book completely stands on its own and is a really good book that i highly recommend. and this book had so many of my favorite paranormal romance trope sets – forbidden romance, bonded fated mates, and of course a marriage of convenience between our two main characters: ➛ misery – vampyre who has been living amongst humans her whole life, but finds herself as the key component in an alliance that will keep the peace with her people, while also having her own human inspired agenda for this forced arrangement. ➛ lowe – werewolf alpha who is still asserting his new dominance over his people, while also trying to assess who he can trust or not, while also being an amazing caretaker for his little sister. “I would take anything she chose to give me—the tiniest fraction or her entire world. I would take her for a single night knowing that I’ll lose her by morning, and I would hold on to her and never let go. I would take her healthy, or sick, or tired, or angry, or strong, and it would be my fucking privilege. I would take her problems, her gifts, her moods, her passions, her jokes, her body—I would take every last thing, if she chose to give it to me.” and they had me truly rooting for them, unable to put this book down, after the very first scene of them together. but this also has a pretty big mystery plotline that took me by surprise, and also completely enthralled me. and ultimately this had such a big emphasis on found family and finding your own pack of people you love and trust unconditionally that i feel like i just ended up loving the entire cast of side characters too. let’s just embrace the bullet points and quickly talk about other things i really loved:➛ obviously vampires and werewolves➛ arranged marriage but forbidden romance➛ one bed scene(s)➛ the cutest little sibling ever➛ the sweetest brother and sister relationship x2➛ and also a really heartwarming found family / best friend relationship⤷ It was truly giving bryce and danika but better➛ a big appreciation of peanut butter➛ an amazing epilogue that will hopefully set up a book two in this world i will say that there was a very unnecessary and annoying third act conflict that just didn’t make sense to me (and made me side eye lowe a little), but i still really enjoyed this one and it was such a fast paced read that really tugged at my heartstrings in all the found family ways. i think i just really like ali hazlewood’s stories, and i always end up connecting with them on some level, and that just enhances my reading experience each and every time. i recommend this to all my romance friends, but i extra recommend it to all my pnr friends who want a little extra nostalgia on top of a really good story. lastly, and least importantly, if i ever dated anyone named misery, i feel like i would have to send hayley williams or paramore royalties. because the way misery business was living in my head rent free while reading this was actually insane. content warnings from the author (please use caution for potential spoilers): death of several people within the context of a war between different species (vampires, werewolves, and humans) is mentioned, several mentions of blood, kidnapping, mild violence, poisoning and attempted murder, attempted kidnapping/harming of a child (she is unharmed), death of a parent (off page in the past and off page in the present), explicit and graphic sexual content, knotting (the mmc’s apparatus is not quite human?), cursing and vulgar language other trigger + content warnings i found while reading (ali’s books really do have such good tws – ...

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If you've ever wondered whether there are second acts in this country, Chris Colfer should clear it up for you. He's the Golden Globe and People's Choice Award-winning actor who played Kurt Hummel on the hit television show Glee. But he's also the author of more than a dozen books, most recently the best-selling series that began with A Tale of Magic... and he followed that up in September with A Tale of Witchcraft....

Actually, it's a little unfair to say Chris Colfer's writing career is a second act, as he published his first books while he was still starring in Glee. But Colfer's writing career has continued to steam along, and he just keeps writing best-seller after best-seller.

We asked him what he has read and loved this year. See his answers below.

The Bright Lands by John Fram

The Bright Lands is a thrilling, paranormal murder mystery but it’s also one of the most authentic depictions of oppressive small-town America that I have ever read. I don’t want to give anything away about the plot but the story unfolds like an addictive podcast and leaves you wanting more with every twist and turn. It’s one of very few novels that I’ve read in one sitting (partially because some of the chapters are so freaky I was too afraid to move).

The Truths We Hold by Kamala Harris

I absolutely adore Kamala Harris and it was a real treat to learn more about her personal life, her career as a prosecutor, and her time as Attorney General of California. Her optimism is infectious and she has a unique gift for instilling hope without sugar coating the challenges we face. I’m constantly inspired by her courage and resilience and I can only imagine the impact she’s had on young women around the world, especially young women of color. Despite how overwhelmingly bleak the world seems at times, Kamala Harris is living proof that humanity is headed in the right direction. She is progress personified.

Shortest Way Home: One Mayor's Challenge and a Model for America's Future by Pete Buttigieg

I never thought I’d see an openly gay man run for President in my lifetime, let alone someone as articulate, intelligent, and accomplished as Pete Buttigieg. The fact that he was so wholeheartedly embraced during the Democratic primary and then went on to win the Iowa Caucus forced me to broaden my own expectations of social progress. My respect for him only grew as I read about his experiences in the military and being the Mayor of South Bend, Indiana. His devotion to public service is indisputable and his genuine desire to help people is very moving and, dare I say, refreshing. I’m thrilled that younger generations of the LGBTQ+ community have someone like Mayor Pete to look up to and I can’t wait to see what the future holds for him.

The Velvet Rage: Overcoming the Pain of Growing Up Gay in a Straight Man's World by Alan Downs

This is a staple in the gay community but I recently met some Gen Z-ers who weren’t familiar with it, so now I’d like to cement a recommendation in print. In The Velvet Rage, Alan Downs beautifully dissects the psychology of being a gay man in the modern world. He analyses the unfortunate anger, vulnerability, and self-hate that we often feel and shifts our perspective away from the shame and blame we’re conditioned to carry. You walk away from each chapter knowing a little more about yourself than you did before, and even if a subject doesn’t particularly resonate with you, you walk away knowing more about at least six of your friends.

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