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the-guilty-writer · 1 year

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How Do You Seal A Deal?

Agent Rossi-Reid

Anthology Masterlist

David Rossi x daughter!reader, Spencer Reid x reader, Criminal minds x BAU!reader

Summary: Spencer and RR go on their first date.

A/N: I have very little experience writing romance and this was my first time writing a first date fic. I'm excited to see what you all think of it!

CW: Spencer wears glasses, fluff

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You had to admit that you were shocked when Spencer asked you on a date.

Not because you didn’t like him (you did), or because you thought he didn’t have the guts to do it (this one was questionable), but because you truly weren’t expecting him to ask you.

You’d honestly thought that if Spencer was going to ask anyone out it would have been JJ, because… well… JJ was everything you weren’t; great with everyone she met, gentle but firm, and she had a solid place on the team. All of you relied on JJ for case reports and communication with people outside of the bureau.

But the team could survive without you.

You pushed the thought to the back of your mind, slipping on a casual dress before grabbing your bag and heading out the door. You were meeting Spencer at a local park, in between where the both of you lived. This wouldn’t be your first time going out with Spencer, but it would be your first time going out with Spencer alone and outside of any work-related function.

There was usually a buffer between the two of you- Morgan or Hotch when you were out with the team, or the stacks and stacks of paper and files from cases. You wondered what it would be like without the buffer, with just the two of you and no safety net to catch you if you happened to fall.

You spotted Spencer, sitting on a bench under a tree. He had a pocket-sized book in his hands. He looked less tense than he usually did at work. Maybe it was the cardigan that fit him nicer than his oversized button downs and sweaters, or how he sat back against the bench instead of hunched like he did at his desk. But the thing that caught your eye was the glasses.

“I didn’t know you wore glasses,” you said as you approached him.

Spencer quickly looked up, putting his book away and standing, his posture becoming a bit taut. “Oh, yeah,” he said. “I don’t technically need them, but if I’m going to be reading a lot-”

“So we’re going to be reading a lot?” You couldn’t help but let the profiler in you come out.

“Is-is that okay?” Spencer sputtered, his eyes wide and puppy-like. “I have a back up plan if you-”

“Spencer,” you stopped him from rambling and smiled at him gently. “I’m sure whatever you have planned is great.”

Spencer seemed to relax a little at that, grinning rather sheepishly. “You wanna get going then?”

You smiled. “Absolutely.”

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“We’re almost there,” Spencer said as the two of you turned the corner. Somewhere along the way, you began to guess where he was taking you out-loud. Having lived in the DC area your entire life, you’d been to every museum, art gallery, monument, and store that the nations capital had to offer, but even as you got closer and closer to the location, you couldn’t narrow it down.

“The Daily Coffee Archive?” you guessed. All you knew was that the place involved reading, so a cafe that used newspapers for their wallpaper should count… right?

“Nope.”

“I give up,” you admitted.

“You never give up,” Spencer said. The comment was casual, but your breath still caught in your throat when he said it. For years your extreme determination had been something people often looked down on you for, but when Spencer said it, it was as if he wanted you to continue to push forward. “I think we have time for one more guess.”

You shook your head. “I really don’t know.”

Spencer stopped before the next turn and looked down at you. There was an excitement behind his eyes, but it was covered by a slight concern. “Will you try?”

You couldn’t say no to him. You looked around at the location- you’d walked down the street here many times before, but not nearly as often as other parts of town. It wasn’t nearly as busy as the main ways, but busy enough that it felt safe. You looked up and down at the signs on the buildings, but none of them stuck out to you as somewhere Spencer would be attracted to.

“A bookstore?” you threw out a general answer.

Spencer grinned. “Yeah, a bookstore.”

You smiled back. He wanted you to succeed. He didn’t let up until you did.

“It’s this way,” he said.

You let him guide you down a side-street full of small shops- most of them had signs in languages you recognized, but couldn’t read- and you wondered how Spencer had ever found this place at all. It looked like a little slice of Europe in the middle of DC.

He stopped at the entrance to a store called INGRID’S LIBRARY and opened the door for you. Carefully, you stepped through the doorway, looking around. The store was cozy, all floor to ceiling shelves and heavy furniture. The bookshelves were heavily packed, each of them labeled with a different European language.

“Doctor Reid!” an older woman called from behind the counter as Spencer stepped into the shop behind you. “You’ve brought a friend.”

“Hello, Mrs. Holt,” Spencer greeted her. “This is my friend, (Y/N) Rossi. And (Y/N), this is Ms. Ingrid Holt.”

“Oh please,” the lady started. You couldn’t quite pinpoint her accent… was it Dutch or Swedish? “Just call me Ingrid.”

“Your shop is beautiful,” you told her, still looking around in slight awe. “Are these all in the original language?”

“They are,” she said proudly. A bell went off. “Oh! My delivery just came in. The Italian section is in the second room. Help yourself to some tea upstairs.” She winked and gestured to the open doorway which led to the second part of the store before disappearing into a back room.

You turned to Spencer. “Do you mind if I take a look?”

“Go ahead!” You could tell he was trying to contain his own excitement.

He followed you to the second room of the store where you quickly found the bookshelf designated for Italian works of literature. There were all sorts of titles- everything from Pinoccio to The Silent Duchess. You ran your hands carefully over the spines, entranced by the works of literature in your family’s language.

“This is incredible,” you nearly whispered the words, too amazed to say them louder. “How did you find this place?”

“When I first moved here I was trying to find a book. This was the only store in DC that had it.”

“Well, I’m glad they did.”

Spencer nodded a bit and looked down in response, his hands stuffed in his pockets. You looked at the shelves, eyes scanning the store, when Spencer cleared his throat. It was something you noticed he did often, particularly when he was nervous, but you still turned to look at him.

His tawny eyes were wide. “I- um,” he stuttered, then cleared his throat again. “Will you read to me?”

Your heart paused in your chest and heat rose in your cheeks. “Oh-of course.” You wished you could cover the shock in your words and on your face, but you couldn’t. Not when someone like Spencer Reid asked you for something like that. “But, haven’t you already read the translations?”

“I have, but there’s something different about listening to it... and it's even better in the original language,” he said shyly.

“Then… which one?” You wanted to look at the books, but you were too busy admiring the man in front of you. He looked like the muse for a piece of art, with the books in the background and the glasses that perched on his button nose. The shape of his features were too soft to be properly portrayed by carving them in marble, but too sharp to be captured by oil paint. Truly, you didn’t even think a photograph would do him justice.

“I want you to pick,” he said. “I think what book a person picks can tell you a lot about them.”

You nodded and pulled your gaze away to scan the shelves, looking for something suitable. When your eyes landed on Orlando innamorato, it was an easy choice. Not because you liked the epic, but because poetry was the only art form you thought could capture Spencer’s beauty.

“Are you trying to impress me?” he asked as you pulled the book from the shelf.

You shook your head. “No. Why?” It was only half a lie.

“My… my mom was a professor of 15th century literature,” he said it like a confession, causing you to tighten in a slight panic.

“I can pick something else-”

“No.” He shook his head. “I never bothered to pick that one up. I don’t know much about the story to be completely honest.”

You paused. He could have been lying, but none of his tells showed through. “I guess it doesn’t tell you much about me, then. To you at least.”

“I guess not,” Spencer chuckled.

“I don’t know anything about Russian,” your boldness was beginning to show through just a little, “so will you read me something that won’t tell me much about you?”

You’d noticed early on that asking Spencer to do things that only he could do brought out his confidence, but you were still a little surprised at how he didn’t stutter or sound hesitant as he said “Yes.”

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“You know that you’re supposed to buy books at a bookstore, right?” you asked Spencer as he walked you towards your apartment building.

Ingrid had been so kind as to let the two of you stay far past the normal hours; by the time you left the angle of the sun was causing shadows to become longer and leaner with every passing second. You hadn’t even realized how long the two of you had spent in the cozy attic space of the store- with plush couches and chairs, herbal tea, and the sound of Spencer’s voice as he read The Master and Margarita out loud it was all too easy to lose track of time.

“I know,” Spencer said. “Since I read so much and my apartment can only hold so many books, Ingrid and I have a deal.”

“A deal?” You raised your eyebrows in suspicion as you got to the door of your building.

“A deal,” Spencer repeated.

“You know what they say about deals.”

“What do they say about deals?” he asked.

You turned to face him and quickly noticed how close the two of you were. Spencer was known to like his space. He didn’t shake hands, or share food, and he had a tendency to stand a bit farther away from people. Throughout your date, you and Spencer didn’t touch- not even the innocent brush of fingertips or shoulders. You sat in separate chairs in the attic. It was something you were prepared for and something you were okay with, so the sudden close proximity surprised you.

Spencer looked at you with a slight fear in his eyes, but the hope in them was stronger. Blood rushed to your face. Your lips parted slightly in surprise and you thought the sound of your heartbeat must have been audible to the entire DC area. The feeling rushed to your head, causing you to lose your train of thought almost entirely.

“You tell me.” The words came out as less than a whisper and more as a breath.

Spencer swallowed. “S-some people seal them with a handshake.”

“By the estimated number of pathogens passed between hand-to-hand contact,” you recited the words exactly as he had said them to you before, “it’s actually considered safer to kiss.”

The next few seconds happened in a blur of emotions. You weren’t sure who was the first to initiate contact- whether your hands found his sides first, or he gently cupped your face before that. You didn’t know if he pulled you against him, or if you had leaned closer. You had no idea if you were kissing Spencer, or if Spencer was kissing you.

But it didn't really matter, because on either end the favor was returned- and that you were sure of.

His lips were soft against yours, slightly unsure at first, but steady by the end. There was nothing about the physical action that was consuming, and yet you felt like you were being devoured by the moment. The kiss wasn't bruising, but it left a mark- a singular spot in your heart that longed to grow.

For only a moment, you let yourself be brave and it was rewarded. The taste of tea lingered on the tip of tongues, just enough to remind you of where you had been and intriguing you to want to know more… but that was the thing about Spencer, wasn’t it? Something about him always made you want to know more.

The kiss ended just as gently as it began, but this time you were determined to slow down the blur so you could remember every part of it- the serenity of sharing breath, if only for a few moments, and the glimpse of Spencer’s softly lidded eyes as you both studied one another. Goosebumps rose on your skin as he pulled his hands away from your face, cold air hitting the place where his palms had rested. The shock was just enough for you to loose focus for a milisecond and once you gained it back there was space between the two of you again- physically closer than normal, but feeling farther away than before.

“We never made a deal,” Spencer broke the silence between the two of you. You felt the gentle brush of his hand against yours- fingertips resting on fingertips.

You looked from where your hands were touching, up to his face. The hope and fear was gone- all of it replaced by a factual look, but not one you had seen before. Usually when Spencer looked factual it was about statistics or proven theories. Right then it looked like a sureness in the existence of God.

You smiled slowly- just letting the corners of your mouth come up at the corners, lips still parted in a slight wonder. “Well,” you said. “How do you feel about the deal to go on another date?”

Spencer smiled at this too. “It’s a deal,” he said. You followed his gaze down to where your hands were still touching. “We could take it a step further and seal it with a handshake.”

You let out a breathy giggle. “Or you could kiss me again.”

Spencer didn’t waste any time pressing his smiling lips to yours for only a second. The ease of it made it feel like the two of you had known one another- been with one another- for years. It was comforting.

“There,” he said. “The deal is sealed.”

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kokofromwattpad · 1 year

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WHAT DID YOU SAY?!

Featuring: The First Years Plot: You speak your(my)home language in front of them Cw: Reader speaks Afrikaans because it's the only language I can actually understand without a translator, Gn! reader, cursing, translations/explanations after every scenario A/N: Holy crap, the French translated version of La Seine is so *mmmmmmmmmmhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh* Also reader does say some South African slang as well.

Ace Trappola

You were busy in the library, stressing over a test that Crewel had set for the very next day, when Ace walked in, trying to find you so that you could help him with studying.

"Hey prefect! I was wondering if you would help me with studying with that test thats comin' up." he quires with his usual large smile plastered on his face.

You shoot your head up at him, your eyes staring at him with blood lust.

"Het jy regtig net my studie vir jou idiotiese gat onderbreek?!" you scream.

Ace stares stunned for a while, his arms hang stupidly by his sides.

" Nou het jy niks om te sê nie!" you yell angrily.

You gathered all of your books and your sling on bag and marched out of the library to retreat back into Ramshackle.

Much later at night, Ace messages you a fat apology, saying how he didn't know that you were stressed and wanted to make up to you. (He also says its cool that you know a different language)

Translation:

->Het jy regtig net my studie vir jou idiotiese gat onderbreek?! = Did you really just interrupt my studying for your idiot ass?!

->Nou het jy niks om te sê nie! = Now you have nothing to say!

DEUCE SPADE

Deuce was busy helping you out in Ramshackle with some cooking in the kitchen. You were on one end of the room, humming a song a song that Deuce was not paying attention too, until he hears a soft,

"Eendjies, eendjies, staan in 'n ry. Een, twee, drie, vier, stap hul' verby"

He turns his head curiously at you with a questioning face.

"Prefect, what are you singing?" he asks gently.

You stop your singing and turn to look at him. You did not realize that he had been listening to you.

"Oh it's an old lullaby my mother used to sing to me when I was little. I kinda just remembered it just now. Sorry for surprising you!" you explain.

The boy just smiles happily and continues on with the rest of day, but he just happier knowing that you relived a little bit more about yourself to him than you do to others.

Translation= Ducklings, ducklings, all in a row One, two, three, four, see how they go. {Fun fact: Most South African children learn this lullaby when they are in preschool/Grade RR}

JACK HOWL

The track and field team was going against RSA in a race today and you in the stands cheering him on.

As Jack is running, he suddenly hears form the crowd,

"SLAAN HULLE MY SEUN!"

It was you screaming your lungs out for him. Even though he had zero idea what you had just said, he still appreciates it continues to do his absolute best.

Translation: SLAAN HULLE MY SEUN! = BEAT/HIT THEM MY BOY (I personally like to assign my friends a family title, and because I said so, I assigned Jack as the son)

EPEL FELMEIR:

Epel was stomping down the hallway, anger painted beautifully on his face. He was absolutely pissed at Vil for booking a hair and makeup appointment for him even though he did not need it.

Once he saw you walk out of your final class for the day, he immediately runs up to you and starts to vent about the 'bullshit that Vil puts him in' and so on.

"Awww, shamepies" you teased.

Epel turns his head at you with a mix of anger and confused on. "What the hell did you just say?" he breathed out.

You stood surprised and then it hits you like a damn train. He doesn't understand your slang.

Quickly you explained that 'shames' means a lot of different things and it is not always bad.

Epel now uses it against Vil.

(Shames is usually not used to degrade or reprimand someone, rather it is usually used in a sarcastic or comforting way, like what reader did, they faked pity while teasing Epel for having to deal with Vil.)

SEBEK ZIGVOLT:

Sebek opened the door to Ramshackle to give you a message that was sent from Malleus. Something on the lines of meeting the prince in a different location for their nightly walk.

But when Sebek walked deeper into the dorm, he heard loud screaming coming from the lounge.

"Julle het regtig gedink dit is 'n goeie idee om soos 'n klomp apies op te tree!" you lectured.

The troublesome trio looked shamefully down at the floor, trying to ignore your harsh, blade like stare. Your hands were on your hips and thee were shattered pieces of a blue vase scattered all over the floor.

Sebek then decided that it would be better to wait in the foyer until you calmed down and decided the trio's punishment.

Translation: "Julle het regtig gedink dit is 'n goeie idee om soos 'n klomp apies op te tree!" = "You guys really thought it was a good idea to act like a bunch of monkeys!"

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gilgamish · 11 months

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WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @tallmatcha 💖🍵 my beloved Tagging: @paraparadigm , @kookaburra1701, @dirty-bosmer , @hogsbando Would love to see what you’re all working on :D! For this week, I’m switching gears for another WIP. It’s some of the characters from Roamer Red, but I’ve remixed them, worked on them, and put them into a story with more dark academia, queer themes, more horror, spies and double agents, and court drama yadda yadda Like essentially, RR: Gayer and Meaner Edition™

Hours later, at the reception, he broke from the party and stole into the jarl’s private gardens. Late afternoon had slipped between the rushes of columbine warm and golden. Pomp air inside the Blue Palace slowly receding from him, he passed the rows of hyacinths and cowslips, once beloved of Queen Dagmar.

But he wasn’t completely alone. Stealing up the walk behind him, hands clutching her white skirts, was Jarl Elisif herself. Heat from the late afternoon hour had put a wonderful flush in her face, and her red gleamed, though bound up in a fine net of pearls. “My jarl,” he greeted her, then looked past her for her housecarl, her steward, or perhaps a servant, but no one had entered the garden after her, leaving the pair of them unchaperoned. He could already hear the scandalized whispers and murmurings. Thane Erikur’s greasy smile came to mind, when he shook Erendil’s hand, and there was a knowing look in his eyes that Erendil wasn’t unaccustomed to getting. “Would you allow me to escort you back?” he suggested.

Jarl Elisif turned and glanced behind. “Would you care to take a stroll about the gardens first?”

With her being the jarl, he found it difficult to deny the request. “Of course.” He offered her his arm, and among the rings on her fingers then grasping his arm, the one that stood out the most was the plain band of gold on her ring finger. It was an emblematic display of how the Nord people begrudgingly adopted the concept of marriage from the rest of the Empire, even centuries later.

“Is Solitude to your liking?”

He said as pleasantly as he could, “It reminds me of Evengarden.”

“Oh, that’s right. Your family seat is also by the sea.” Her eyes, a crisp shade of blue, crinkled as she smiled.

“As is yours.” They spoke of their respective backgrounds. Elisif was from one of the many prominent merchant-clans in the city, but chose to marry Torygg. The negotiations of their marriage took three years. When the Solitude’s Moot moved to favor Torygg, only then did their respective clans agree to finalize the marriage. “Seems almost like a business deal, doesn't it?” she asked.

“To the contrary, it’s quite par for the course in High Rock. But betrothals happen earlier, I would say.”

“Really?” She then asked, “Are you betrothed, then?”

“Yes.”

That sparked her interest. “What’s she like?”

Erendil hesitated to answer, “I don’t know. We’re to meet on our wedding day.” Ever so briefly, Elisif furrowed her brow, then deftly changed the topic, circling back to Solitude.

This can only go incredibly well :]

#WIP Wednesday #my writing #OC: Ren #tes fic

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givehimthemedicine · 7 months

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a few more bloodstain thoughts: Brenner / Test Room 2 edition

(this is an easier one and there's no crime scene pics, fear not)

TLDR; main takeaways: 1) the blood on Brenner is screwy and 2) there's possible evidence of two unknown players entering Test Room 2 while Brenner was unconscious

I don't get Brenner's shirt blood any more than I get One's shirt blood

sir, why and how are wounds on the right side of your face bleeding onto your left collar? you don't appear to be injured there. like at all.

"maybe it dripped when his head was turned-" he hasn't bled enough for it to even run down to his chin. also, he woke up like that.

he would've had to be vertical when these drips happened. but the door knocked him right down, and he hasn't stood up yet, and the blood is already there.

"what if those aren't drips, but transfer?"

ok sure. could be. he does hug Ten's bloody face, after all. that's a great way to transfer blood.

but he hugs Ten into his right shoulder. and, we see it doesn't transfer any blood.

but those stains are sooo transferry. suspiciously like he already did hug Ten on his left side when the blood was fresher. blood tracks down his face and dripped onto his chest would line up decently with the Brenner shirt blood.

no matter how you explain it, the events that put that blood on Brenner's shirt are missing.

and something about them both having blood on their left collar is. idk. I mean One's is spatter and Brenner's is either passive or transfer so they def happened differently but still. I'm itchy

whose blood is on the EEG machine?

obviously, somebody fell and hit the sharp metal corner of this EEG machine.

but we saw Brenner get hit straight on by the door. his face wounds should just be from the door. he didn't spin around and hit his face on this thing too.

arrow pointing to the corner that winds up with blood on it. just to understand its position in the room.

it's possible the door knocked Brenner back and the cart spun a little and he hit his head on that corner of that thing. but the back of his head isn't bleeding. his hair is white enough that we'd see it easily.

could be Ten's blood I guess, although he wasn't very directly in the blast path. I suppose the blood puddle under the EEG net is a vote for that - OOPS no, wait, we get a very good look at Ten's head and it's not bloody, nor is the back of his gown.

can that EEG tell us anything else?

the paper feeds out continuously, in fact it's still on and feeding out a flat line reading when Brenner wakes up.

we know it flatlines when you take the thing off your head.

I'll bet some smart person could take the rate at which that paper comes out and approximate how much paper is coiled up on the floor and do the monster math about how much time has elapsed. not me tho

I'd like to know another means of measuring how much time has elapsed. because according to the RR clock, 45 minutes pass between Brenner taking Ten for lessons and Brenner coming into the RR to say "what have you done". but that clock doesn't always tell the truth. so idk.

Test Room 2 and the cat room

there is that cage in the background.

and that is the same EEG as El's in the cat scene. like the exact same one, you can tell by these dings in the paint:

@henrysglock you've just been all over Test Room 2 - what do you think about this being the same room?

I mean, It's Not. the hallways outside these two rooms aren't remotely the same, and the whole s1 and s4 labs are wholly different. but I mean like, in a timelines way...? is there anything here?

(no point really, I'm just throwing things at the wall. I don't know why but I want this to be the room El drew)

Test Room 2 doorway blood stain

in pondering james' creature attack theory I was wondering whether I could blame the same impact that blew the door in for leaving that blood stain. in other words, could a creature have physically busted that door with a swipe of a bloody hand.

I'm gonna say no, separate event, because

the door looks bent in the middle (looks at the sparks fly off that center hinge), not so low to the ground. if force at the bottom blew the door off it wouldn't have flown in top-first when it hit Brenner

if the blood goes as far in as the stop moulding, it would have touched the door too, had the door been closed when that happened. I don't see any blood on the door

so this blood got transferred after the door was off.

I wanna know who or what was bouncing from wall to wall all down these halls sooooo bloody but not bloody enough to leave blood trails on the floor.

say you're mortally wounded and dragging yourself aaaggh down the hallway, leaning against the wall because you can't stand upright, and you pass across an open doorway - wouldn't you tend to kinda fall into it?

maybe no one slid across it. maybe it fits better with someone getting dragged into it, kinda like this:

of course then we're missing other evidence that should go along with that idea though (you'd think there might be bloody hand streaks on the floor; Ten's and Brenner's hands aren't bloody) (can I blame this on El's bloody hands?)

this other doorway-oriented bloodstain also looks like someone with bloody hands being dragged towards the doorway/into the room, but once again the dead occupant's hands are clean:

we know SOMEBODY entered Test Room 2 and killed Ten while Brenner was knocked out. but the killer wouldn't be the bloody hands person, because the bloody hands person was dragged in there against their will. the killer would enter freely, voluntarily.

so if those are hand-grab-smears on those doorways, that gives us TWO unknown entities entering those rooms.

why are there no footprints?

boy they really wanted me to see what it looks like for a demodog to bust down a metal door. and granted the prison door is probably a lot heavier than the lab door, but it took him a few tries and the door didn't seem to dent.

anyway going to get that gif to compare to the Test Room 2 door caused me to notice this demodog leaving its bloody footprints on the floor. Russian demogorgon also has very bloody hands and face after killing.

we can conclude from the massacre stains that at least one person, somewhere, is VERY injured and catastrophically bleeding. if I blame this on a creature, that means said creature is also very bloody. which made me realize I don't see any creature tracks in the lab.

this is not anti-creature-theory though, because there are other creatures besides demodogs, and because whatever dragged Billy didn't leave tracks, and because I also don't see bloody shoeprints even though we know there were many people present.

like, especially this splatter in the RR for which the easiest explanation is that somebody stomped in it. where did that person's next step land?

(lol 007 please come to a full and complete stop. you are dead.)

NOBODY stepped in ANYTHING? this feels staged. I mean, it is. but staged-by-the-lab or something too.

#I mean I guess that isn't that remarkable #there are only so many test rooms in the lab #givehimthemedicine analysis #mine #massacre stuff #lab stuff #tw blood #bloodstain pattern analysis #martin brenner #btw I'm intentionally NOT studying the details of yalls theories when making these blood analysis posts #because I don't want to go into these with conclusions already in mind I'm just letting the evidence point where it may

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nnn-lll-nnn · 4 months

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What are all these numbers etc and computer speak and no posts like other people. Never seen anything like this before.

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Plieyaziq specify.

And what you mean laike nou other peopeln? There are no doubt thousands of individualsixitzeiyhn statziyohnens, tranzmyittiyngh, and tzeahn Net Report channyels vill taekeh them and ryelay them. It istz tgearfour not tou heard you jbeere underestand tz'heyat there muust bei dozens, ift naout thauzands ouf oth otdzear Net wo Reports a ain available? Hyell, o it tells me here oveirn heire oun maiy tyerminal, four commyunikatzoyohnwnens, dzeahyt, ai am currently being relyaided through a secuyurehyn net channel being mandyaited angd ruun baiy a Net Report channel, tzough ai am not know sure of vhitchzh. And aiyhn am soeakin speaking, astz yium yihn, trough ai Ryadyiouhn! Istzeiyhn zaht just amaizyihnghn, chyannel? Tzeaht ai gheat tou speak in a milyotariy chyannehlhn, and it get relyaid trough ai mechyanyizm almoust alvais autoraized trough mei, or another chwn a channel's owner, and y tzeihn probabslyhm probabalyhn vwing being rr tranzmittefd backhyn triygh ai tyexyt channyel?! Four allyhn tou retad?! All vithyibin aito autoraizatziyohnen bekaix bekauz transmitter xhannel owner allyouqed itzein!?

Haouw ckhopy?

#JESHNEK #xanxon

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Im posting some of my ideas for a less shit railroad here so that i can reference them in my fics, you can look at them too ;)

runs their operations down the main arterial railroad of the commonwealth (bedford station, greygarden, oberland, all the way into boston), which is where they got the name

mainly focuses on counterintelligence operations, seeking out synth infiltrators, wiping their memories, and releasing them out of the commonwealth where they hopefully won't run into people that

The railroad they call home is the Boston & Maine which goes all the way up to portland, maine (connections with acadia? B&M connects to the Maine central with connections to bar harbor via bangor)

This RR would be created explicitly to oppose the institute's actions on the surface and by extension, to protect people

This RR still sees synths as people tho, and works on “rehabilitation,” which is a nice way of saying implanting false memories, it's much faster and easier than doing therapy at them

This is a heavy point of contention with both the nat born (to steal a term from star wars lmao) and synth born humans within the RR

Ditto the fate of gen 1&2

Deacon has a much much heavier role in this au, seeing as the focus is no longer on running synths and more on intelligence, he probably has an even wider spy net than in canon

in this canon, the institute only creates gen 3s for the purposes of above ground

Gen 1s and 2s are used as manual labor inside the institute

synths in this don't "replace" people that storyline kinda doesn't make any sense re: Art random encounter

in this synths are created and placed in a way that they can assimilate into communities and report back

coursers run operations that require a... less delicate hand

institute scientists will refer to gen 3s less as "property" or "machines" and more like "assets", still dehumanizing but like in a more "friendly acceptable capitalism" dehumanization

Barbara (she may or may not have been independent) still makes sense here, the UP deathclaws still make sense here

McDonough is not a synth, hes just a bigoted asshole

Someone else high up in diamond city is institute tho (geneva? Who knows)

synths in this instance are more like communists of the 50s, in that they may indeed be working for "the enemy" or... they're just people

main message here is that you can't make generalizations about groups, that people are people

This makes the brotherhood Extra asshole-y and fashy in this version

#less shit railroad au #fo4 #fallout #fallout 4 #fo4 railroad

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Ya hear different things over the net but allegedly George RR Martin will be more hands on for season 2 so if that is the deal then hopefully things will be allowed to breathe a little. GoT suffered in part due to a multitude of things but from also trying to adapt an unfinished story whereas HotD at least has the benefit of retelling a finished one.

a lot of the leaks about s2 have been, um. interesting. i guess we'll see what we get when we get it but i'm seeing the continuation of a lot of issues from the first season which is dampening some of my enjoyment for it.

however, grrm being a major part of the writing team now does give me a little hope. hotd definitely benefits from being a completed story, however it feels like they're not utilizing the aspect of it being an unreliable narrator story due to the multiple perspectives very well because they're taking the easiest shortcuts in regards to things like the velaryon boy's legitimacy or rhaenys' hair because it seems like they think the audience won't get it otherwise.

#hotd #hotd s2 #ais.txt #answered #q

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I’ve heard somewhat reliably that rumors about ff dot net maybe coming down carry some water; the domain is renewed through 2028 but nobody knows the hosting status and nobody can get in contact with the admins, so if you want to make backups of comments and stuff you’ve received over the years, it may be prudent to do so

Thank you for letting me know! <3

Conveniently enough, I backed everything up not that long ago when I lost a bunch of my files in a computer swap. I grabbed a copy of the reviews while I was at it, because those have meant a lot to me over the years and I wanted a copy just in case!

I've also seen some posts from people talking about downloading fics that aren't necessarily theirs, but that they've enjoyed, to ensure they're preserved. For clarity in general for anyone who might have been thinking of doing the same for my fics, I am A-OK with you downloading for your own enjoyment! But I would ask that nobody post my writing anywhere on my behalf or otherwise! I have copies of my stuff, I've already cross-posted RR to Ao3 so it's safe and accessible, and I would like to maintain control over where and whether my writing is posted!

#loz rr #fanfiction

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Talia and Jason before the Pit

I warn you: Bad English!!!!! Bat English...

Okay, this might not look like it to you, but the piece is in my Reverse Robins AU, which includes The Thing where Jason Todd is Kind Of immortal:

But this definitely can be read as non-RR!AU thing.

So. Bad translation; I feel like everything I write in English is funny or irritating bc of all my mistakes and typos and poor word choosing.

also despite long warning it's short lol. just wanted to post it because I like to torture myself and turn my good enough (for me) Russian texts into super-bad English ones.

Hope someone will like Talia in this.

But nevermind, read it if you want:

takes place when Jay is healthy enough and fed already; I think maybe he is with al Ghuls for six months at least; I feel like I should say eight months.

She worried about him when she was away - constantly, relentlessly. First she saw him as a connection with Bruce. Then as someone in a snake pit who can't take care of himself. Later… as a child in her care. In any case, he was her responsibility; Jason. And that, somehow, was a worse burden to bear than it was with Damian.

Of course, it didn't help her newfound horror that it seemed like something terrible had happened every time Talia wasn't around. A failed "test", a punishment without her knowledge and permission, some glimpse of his wounded mind… and much more. It seemed like she couldn't leave Jason alone even for a day. Although.. that was the problem, wasn't it? Jason, as a rule, was not alone. As far as Talia knew, it was because of others that all the incidents arose — no fault of Jason at all.

Maybe she was biased. So what?

In any case, nothing — and no one —could have prepared her for the day when Jason died. When Jason died and she only found out about it a couple of hours later.

Her first thoughts were a special kind of mess, when she was only able to move, but not to think.

Looking back, Talia could admit that she handled the situation much less gracefully than she should have. However, the incident forced her to admit to herself that Jason had become dear to her. Much more than planned. The insignificant life of that fool who was too careless and decided that an ugly fight with a teenager who could not answer for himself... the fool that attacked Jason with a sword, who won dishonorably and meanly— who thought that all those training sessions (where they - ordinary trainees - attacked him in droves) meant killing "dead bird" was a success and lead to a reward - when the opposite was directly said to all of them… that fool's miserable life wasn't worth the mercy Talia had shown him. And she gave this mercy only because she was too distracted by the sudden (and, oh God, so familiar) sound of the boy's breathing. She twitched her bloody fingers uselessly, and then rushed to him.

For the first time since fate had brought him to the abode of evil, to the net that she had selfishly set, Talia did not think about Bruce looking at Jason. The boy clung to her, shuddering, but he did it cautiously, timidly, and she could not stop herself as she stretched out her hand in response, gripped his shoulder and pulled him closer, tighter, almost hugging. She couldn't stop herself from kissing the top of his head, running fingers through his hair, feeling the edges of the scars with her fingertips.

What am I doing, Talia thought suddenly. Why is he here.

Why weren't they in some place where the sun goes down.

Where the shadows don't fall.

Where it's never hot.

Where there were no green eyes and rotten waters and captivity and prison.

Then Talia thought about those terrifying moments before Jason - miraculously - breathed again. And remembered how she felt— in her mind, she was standing on the edge of a cliff in front of a black abyss, and the wind was blowing in her back.

No, she thought furiously. It won't happen.

It was convenient enough that in the last couple of months, Jason's affairs have been addressed first to her and only then to her father.

No one could find out about Jason's second death. The Demon was kind enough not to test the boy's mortality, but if it turns out that Jason had this gift — or a curse — nothing would deter his tests and inquiries.

And, if today's terrible day had shown something, Talia would never be ready to agree to it without a fight. Without a lost already battle.

And therefore, the Demon's Daughter decided, muttering into the hair of her ward everything's alright's and you'll be okay's in her own language, I will keep it a secret.

Jason was gradually relaxing. He was strong, a fighter from the start, but the whole misfortune took a lot of energy from him; he fell asleep, feeling safe with Talia. And her heart sank. She wasn't sure she deserved that trust. She could only hope that she wouldn't lose it.

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that's all, look at my food now. I ate a lot and I am happy for a few hours. Because I love to eat, it's literally my favourite thing to do. food is life. if I'm full I'm happy. delicious. I love cooking too.

the screenshot is from Batman (1966).

Now look at this:

but hey, I don't mind Talia/Jason thing in Lost Days. because it wasn't meant to be liked by people. I just wanted to clearify that in my AU it didn't happen.

Okay, if you read here, just PLEASE tell me if you see any mistake!!!! or poor word choosing!!!!! or typo!!!! I'm bad with English, help me 😭😭😭

#talia al ghul #jason todd #lost days #lost days au #batman fanfiction #fic writing #reverse robins #batman #catatonic jason #catatonic Jason todd #batfam fic #bad english #bat english #Talia al Ghul and Jason Todd #Talia and jason #reverse robins au #age reversal au #Reverse Robins

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What is the carpet area of the apartments in Lodha Akshaya Nagar?

Introduction: Lodha Akshaya Nagar

Lodha Akshaya Nagar The carpet area of apartments at RR Nagar, Bangalore, varies depending on the unit size, offering a range of options to cater to different needs and preferences. Here is a detailed exploration of the carpet area of apartments available at Lodha Akshaya Nagar:

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. These apartments typically include one bedroom, one bathroom, a kitchen with utility space, and a balcony. BHK Apartments:

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. These apartments usually consist of two bedrooms, two bathrooms, a foyer, a kitchen with a utility area, and a balcony.3 BHK Apartments:

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