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no, you hang up! | shota aizawa
kinktober day three: phone sex
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content. phone sex, reader and aizawa are coworkers, mutual masturbation, referenced age gap (once and it's minor + doesn't contribute to their relationship dynamic), dirty talk, no genitals for reader mentioned, gender-neutral reader, teasing (reader calls him names but it's all fairly playful), pre-relationship.
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You know it's him before you even look.
Your room is blue-dark, cold; the central heating must have turned off hours ago, still on to warm you to sleep even beneath two comforters. The recent winters were no jokeâyou walked around town at the moment with dry, blistering lips and dull skin and watery eyes. Even now, as you raise your head from the comfort of your sheets to the arid air, gooseflesh breaks over your skin.
Something pulses; it's what woke you in the first place. Some noise, some shift in the quiet. Outside it's still dark, not yet late enough for the light to start turning greyish and buoyant. It takes a muddled, groggy few seconds as the static in your head starts to clear that you realise it's your phone.Â
You grope blindly for it; it's only vibrating, but you're a tepid sleeper at the minute, and it's more than enough to rouse you from whatever fitful slumber you'd managed to fall into. You have to be careful not to forget and turn on your side, put pressure on the sling that binds your arm as you reach under the sheets for your phone as it rings, rings, rings out.Â
You slap a hand across the plastic case, lift it with a wince at the cold blue light that shines out like fingernails down a chalkboard. But yeahâwhen you read the name AIZAWA across the top of the screen in informal white capitals, you can't honestly say you're surprised.
You stab the green button on what's probably the eighth or ninth ring. "Yeah?"
There's a moment where he doesn't say anything. Where the line crackles the way the ozone layer does before the first strike of lightning. "...Did I wake you?"
"Yeah," you say again, returning to your back. Your bound arm gives a twinge of protest.Â
"Sorry," he murmurs, in that dry tone of his, the one that rarely manages not to sound clipped and bored. "I guess I didn't realise how late it is."
You pull the phone away, glancing for the first time at the time in the right-hand corner. 02.11am. He did have a nasty habit of letting the night slip away from himâand his regular bouts of insomnia mean the lateness of the hour doesn't always impress upon him as it does for most peopleâbut you suspect there may be more to it than that. There's a hesitance, a reluctance in his voice.Â
"It's okay," you say finally. "Have to pee anyway."
The static rises as he huffs down the line. "How's the arm?"
"Feels like roadkill," you mumble, which doesn't make a lot of sense. But sue you, you're tired and the painkillers wore off in your sleep. "Why're you calling?"
Another crackle, a soft shift, like an out-of-tune radio adjusting frequency. "No... particular reason."
As the fatigue starts to clear from your heavy brain, you try to picture it. Shouta Aizawaâevidently not patrolling tonight, given the lack of cityscape din in the background of the call. It's quiet; you can maybe hear the low purr of a ceiling fan. Earlier, he'd shifted, and you'd heard the rustling of sheets. So, he's in bed. Lying there. Alone. Calling you.
He's pretty transparent. But to his credit, you don't think he's trying to be conspicuous. It's not incredibly in his nature. And it's not in yours to call him out on it, either, which he knows. It's why he does it.
Does, not likeâlike this is a regular thing, or anything. There have been one or two what you like to refer to as unrelated incidents over the eight-year course of your working relationship. A kiss at a New Year's party that lingered a moment too long, the time he took you home after a night at the bar with the other U.A. staff and you couldn't be in the staffroom alone with him for about a fortnight afterwards.
"Just missing the sound of my voice?" you ask, trying not to sound too coy. You don't want to make him skittish, and anyway you have a feeling he hates when you try to play up your (in your opinion) minor age difference.Â
Another rustle, quieter, shorter. "...Something like that," he murmurs. His voice is soft, despite the timbre of it reaching down to some pit in his chest.Â
"So should I talk?" you press.Â
"Sure," he replies.
"About what?"
"Anything." He swallows. "Whatever... whatever you'd like to talk about."
You roll your tongue over your lower lip, suck it for a moment whilst you think. "I miss work," you start. Boring, mundaneâtesting the waters. "Being stuck at home sucks. And all my friends are my coworkers, so you're all at work every day. 'S pretty lonely."
"I see." There's a hint of strain in his voice, one that makes a dim chord strike somewhere low and pitiful inside you. You cross your legs over each other. "You know we'd visit if we had the time."
"Yeah, I know. I bought myself plants to give myself a reason to get out of bed," you say, casting a glance over at them as they rest on your windowsill. Their leaves wink and shiver in the current of cold breeze let in from the crack in your window. "I have to get up twice to water them. And then when I'm up, I think, I might as well get something to eat, exercise. Shower."
The last work is deliberately provocative, like pressing on a ripe bruise to see when it starts to hurt. Your reward is the faintest hitch of Aizawa's breath.Â
"I talk to Hizashi every day," you continue, trying to keep your own voice even. The silence on the other end of the phone sounds deafening, your heartbeat starting to get uncomfortably forceful in your chest. "He texts a lot, about silly things. Keeping me up to date on stuff at the school. It's not the same as being there, but it's sweet that he tries." You pause. "I wish I could see everyone, though. Heyâcan I see you?"
You let the question hang. Lining up a hunting rifle to a buck's head, letting it decide to stay or flee. Then,
"Hang on." It comes through gruff and short, but it makes your stomach twist all the same. A moment later, your phone hums with a notification. It hangs, a grey banner at the top of your screen. From Aizawa, with a photo attachment.
Your mouth goes dry as you stretch your thumb to tap it. It's a flash photo of a barely-lit room. You can see dark blue sheets and a grey comforter, and two legs in slouchy grey sweats, cocked apart, shoved halfway down his thighs. But in the crux of the photoâ
"Jesus," you blurt before you can stop yourself. You hear Aizawa huff a noise on the other end of the phone, could be laughter, could be something else. Itâs not like your entirely inexperienced with Aizawaâs cock, but that was a while ago and thereâs a big difference between a drunken sticky fumbling in the dark and seeing it properly, in low warm light, heavy and hard with his hand wrapped around it. His fingers, thick and pale, you canât help but want them on you. Circled around your ankle, maybe, pulling you apart for him with that quiet, unassuming strength of his.Â
âIs that a good or bad reaction?â he asks, and the note of strain is thicker than ever. He sounds strangled. âShould I start worryingâabout my job position?â
âProbably,â you answer. âButâno. How longâve you been touching yourself?â
You hear his breath hitch again at the casual crudeness of your words. âHow longâve you been on the phone?â
A hot red flash zips through you. Before your head has given your body permission, youâve laid the phone down flat on your chest, speakers buzzing through your shirt as you slip a hand beneath the waistband of your underwear. You go straight for what feels good, finding yourself already embarrassingly ready, shuddering as your fingers brush the most sensitive parts of yourself.Â
âYouâre such a creep,â you groan, head back against the pillow. Aizawa makes a quick, cut noise in the back of his throat. âOne week without staring down my shirt in the staff room and you resort to this?â
âI donâtââ He cuts himself off, sighing shakily. âI donât stare.â
He does fucking stare, itâs just quite subtle and it took you a while to notice.Â
âYeah, right.â Your fingers curl and search, press and glide. Youâre hot and wet, for him, for the first glimpse of lust since your leave of absence began. âBet youâd do anything for a taste.â
â...Maybe,â he stammers, breathing hard and quick against the phone. Now you can hear a soft stream of sounds coming through, a shlck-shlck-shlck that makes your blood hot and your brain fuzzy. âMaybe Iâve thought about it. Once or twice.â
âDirty old man,â you say, half-babbling, and he groans low in his throat. You wish you could see him, God you can picture itâhead thrown back, thick dark hair splayed against the rumpled pillows like a funeral shroud, sleep shirt ruched up to show the soft pale plane of his stomach dusted with dark spiralling hairs. Youâd follow the pattern down to where the hair was thickest, push your hand through to where he was hard and hot as a brand for you. You didnât get much time to play with him before, restless and lazy and horny off the cheapest champagnes you could order at the bar; heâd been inside you before too long and back out far too soon.Â
âIâm n-notâŠâ Hearing his resolve start to crack and fracture is the hottest thing in the world. Your own fingers work faster, jamming at the spots that make your legs gooey and your stomach start to tauten. âIsnât my fault you look like that.â
Your giggle is breathless, half a moan. âTook that right out of the old pervertsâ handbook,â you mutter. âDonât break a hip on your way over here.â
âShut up, shut up,â he grunts. âDamn itâshouldnât have calledââ
âIâm glad you did,â you say. Sweat is starting to collect in your armpits and the back of your neck. âBeen so bored. This is the first time Iâve felt anything in weeks.â
His breath is ragged. âWhat do you feel?â he asks hoarsely.Â
âHang on.â The photo you send is conservative compared to his; just a shot of your hand disappearing into the waistband of your shorts. But you hear his stifled whimper, low in his throat, crackling with desperation.Â
âGod,â he hisses. âYou have no idea what Iâd do to you.â
âI haveâsome idea,â you mumble.Â
âNo, not like before,â he growls. âI was too drunk to do much of anything. What a waste. Iâd never let you go if I had you now. Iâd make you cum three times before I even thought about fucking you. My mouth, my hands, my thigh, anything.â
You imagine the scratch of his stubble on your inner thigh, or your own legs clamped around the thick muscle of his thigh, and nearly white out. Youâre not in control, not of the way your hips cant desperately against your hand or the desperate moan his words pull from you, turning to stifle it into the pillow.Â
âI want you inside me so bad,â you find yourself babbling, hot with embarrassment over the desperation in your voice. You sound close to tears. âJesusâyour hands, Iâm always thinking about it. Fuck, Iâm gonna cum.â
He makes a keening, desperate noise, like a starving animal going for food. âShow me.â
You barely hesitate, ripping your shorts and underwear all the way off, and itâs only a few more desperate strokes of your fingers until you feel them flood over, your whole body shuddering and legs twitching. Your chest heaves and you blink up at the ceiling, withdrawing your hand from between your legs. Very awkwardly, you manage balance your phone enough in your slung hand to take a photo, the flash illuminating the mess between your thighs, the gleam of your own spend on your fingers. Before you can let embarrassment get a hold of you prematurely, you send the picture to Aizawa.
The result in instantaneous. He pulls a breath through his teeth. âGodâfuck, look at you. So messy. God, Iâmââ A choked-off moan, the breathiest noise youâve ever heard from him as he cums. You lie there, warm all over, your skin singing as you listen to him fall apart on the other side of the phone. The speakers tickle your skin as you scrub a hand down your face.
After, you listen to his harsh panting breath. Then thereâs a pocket of silence, the sort neither of you know how to break.
Finally, you cave. â...Feel better?â
âDonât,â he mumbles. âThis was⊠highly inappropriate.â
âAgreed.â
âI shouldnât have called.â
âProbably not.â
Thereâs a pause. â...Is it fine? That I did?â
A smile touches your mouth. âYeah, it is.â
He huffs. You picture him rubbing at his eyes, drawing the skin inward to pinch at the bridge of his nose. âWell, then⊠yes. I do feel better.â
âGet off work early sometime,â you murmur. âI get so bored around here. Could use the company.â
Youâre not sure why, but you think heâs smiling. âIâll clear my schedule.â
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Prometheus Chapter 6
Emily Prentiss x Female CIA Reader
Chapter 6 - Restart
Tags: Limited use of y/n but established last name. Swearing, mentions of the pandemic and human and sex trafficking. Canon typical violence. Sexual innuendos. Drinking. Minors DNI.
Word Count: 3.9k
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Chapter 5
You walk into Quantico with a new sense of purpose after having drinks with Prentiss last night. The barrier that the section chief had built up with assumptions and unknowns had been removed and replaced with cautious optimism. That you can work with â a mutual understanding that youâre both on the same side, you meant no harm and were not a threat to the BAU. As it was a workday, you only shared another drink together but the two of you nursed them slowly.
As you still couldnât say much about your past, you did elaborate on the high-speed pursuit that Tara hinted at.
âYeah, so it all worked out. Dumb ass fell right into the spike strips. Took care of that quick once I got âem there,â you explain before taking another swallow of beer.
âThey never learn.â Prentiss smiles and takes a sip as well. âBut keeping pace with them was something else. No wonder they panicked.â
You smile. âYep! Intel was good that they werenât carrying much. They fired off a few rounds here and there to scare us off. Try and get me to fall back. They just never got the memo that the CIA Surveillance and Pursuit class was renamed cuz of me.â You raise your beer and wink at Prentiss. âNow affectionately known as the Maniac Chase Class.â
âOh my god! That was you?â She laughs, shaking her head in amazement.
âYeah. I gotta wee bit carried away on my third try.â You shrug coyly. âReally wanted to beat that record.â
âYou demolished it.â She smirks. âAnd the car.â
âWhich slid across the line for a new record,â you explain with pride and then pause for dramatic effect, holding your arms out, beer still in hand, âAnd ⊠I walked away without a single injury.â
âSee, that part I thought was all hype,â Emily admits and looks inquisitive.
âNo, sadly. It helped I was young and dumb when I did it.â You say with introspective embarrassment. âI was so fucking stupid.â
She snorts with agreement while doing mental math. âWait, how old were you when he recruited you?â
âYoung,â you vaguely admit.
âBut you joined before me,â she says, knowing you were aware of her records and nod that she was correct. âI joined late â97 and everyone just naturally talked about the course like that.â You heard the implication. She meant that the nickname wasnât a new idea and was trying to figure out how much longer you have been in the CIA before she joined.
You clear your throat in caution. âLeave it alone, Prentiss. I ⊠I honestly canât say anything more.â You grimace, knowing you already said too much.
Emily didnât press for further information, but you knew she gleaned enough to make educated assumptions. You felt like a fool, letting your guard down like that, but the conversation flowed easily between the two of you. It felt ⊠nice, being able to connect with someone new. That hadnât happened since Rebecca.
Youâll need to keep your guard up since Prentiss reaffirmed that you would be a proper member of the BAU starting today. They would want to get to know you, and you them. You just have to remember to tone it down and not get carried away with enthusiasm. Keep Brianâs wisdom close to your heart that this is new to you and ground yourself. Donât get swept away with emotions, like last night.
It was a late start at Quantico for you since you had to start at Langley. The stipend funds had been approved and your signature was needed on a lot of paperwork. Finance assured you that the money would be deposited into the BAU budget by the end of day. Prentiss would be able give Bailey the proverbial finger on Monday when she distributed the funds, pushing the unit into the green, leaving the penny pincher helpless with his mission to disband the BAU that way.
Prentiss had texted you that the team would be ready for you in the conference room discussing their current caseloads and leads and would wait for you, providing you that proper do over with them. You appreciated that and said as such in reply.
As you head off the elevator to the sixth floor, you felt a renewed sense of purpose and belonging. You even put a little more effort into your outfit, choosing a charcoal grey pants suit with a black sleeveless semi-spread polo collar, and comfy black work shoes with decent tread. You had your backpack on, holding the straps over your chest as you survey the area.
True to her word, the team was already in the conference room. Garcia happens to see you first and smiles big, giving you a quick, animated wave that caught Prentissâ attention. She was standing and angles her body to the left to see who was there and visibly relaxes noticing it was you. The team follows her gaze as Prentiss gestures for you to join them.
JJ looks from Prentiss to Rossi, who was suspiciously smirking up at Emily. âAnd why are you smiley this morning?â
âHm?â he looks over at her as Prentissâ attention turns towards the exchange. âOh, just delighted Whitlock can join us. Orientationâs a pain in the ass.â
He was equally relieved and surprised that Emily spoke to you as quickly as she did. Because of that, he wouldnât press the orientation fib being told to the team.
âMan, I wish I had the short version like she did when I joined,â Luke grumbles playfully.
âYeah, but you needed a lot of work honey, and honestly ⊠still do, unlike our CIA cutie,â Garcia chides as you walk in.
âThat my new rank?â you say with twinkling eyes and a brow raising to the group. âCIA cutie?â
The members collectively chuckle and laugh at the joke and as you look at Prentiss, she was fighting to keep her lips from curling upwards.
âNo. Still a consultant.â Prentiss admits. She gestures to an empty seat between Tara and Garcia. âPlease have a seat and weâll get started.â
You nod and slip past Prentiss, sliding the backpack off your shoulders. You place it on the ground behind your chair and sit down. As you look at the BAU members starting back at you, you feel daunted. But you got this and look eagerly at Prentiss to kick this off.
âI know things have been hectic this week with all the changes and assignments and getting Whitlock up to speed on FBI protocols. She still has a few more items to go over, but Iâm pulling her in since we can use all the help we can get,â Prentiss explains. âGarcia, mind getting Whitlock up to speed where weâre at?
Garcia immediately speaks up, almost bouncing on the seat at the chance. âYou got it, Maâam.â
Emily winces and presses her hand down towards Garcia. âWhat have I said about that?â
She smiles. âNot to call you Maâam.â
âPlease remember that.â
âYou got it, Boss Maâam.â Garcia says cheekily.
Emily sits down in a huff, and you have to cover your mouth to hide the smile on your face. The team did not hide their amusement at the banter.
âAnyway,â Garcia says and laces her fingers together before turning her hands inside out to crack them, âtime for catch up!â
Her fingers dance across the keyboard and immediately your eyes go to screen depicting a U.S. map with sixteen dots. Each dot had a line that led to a description of the kill kit number, contents and the city and state of its location. Two of the dots are red, the others blue.
âWe have recovered fourteen of the sixteen kill kits, no thanks to our firebug in holding right now. The two missing are from Indio, CA and Rockville, MD and your technological goddess is monitoring anything in the surrounding areas that sounds Sicariusy like.â
âHow wideâs the radius?â you ask.
âFifty,â she answers while you nod. âSo far nothingâs pinged that shouts out, âIâm a Sicarius henchmenâ. However, Mr. Dishonorably Discharged had a test kit that was really oooooold based on soil samples.â
âFive years isnât that old,â JJ says.
âBut the kits being activated by Sicarius, it is,â explains Rossi. âAll the lockers weâve found have new tech, supplies, chemicals âŠâ
âLab did confirm the soil samples from our kits are newer. So why give Green something older?â Prentiss asks the team.
âMaybe this one fit Greenâs M.O. better?â Luke offers.
âMaybe, but I donât think so,â says Rossi.
âWhat are you thinking, Dave?â urges Prentiss.
âThat Green was set up?â you offer, looking between Prentiss and Rossi.
He half smiles, impressed, and points to you casually. âKidâs good. Thatâs exactly what Iâm thinking. Maybe he was testing Green to see what heâd do. Confirm if he was truly loyal or not.â
âAnd either way, Sicarius would get what he wanted. A big explosion or expose Green for who he really is,â JJ says emphatically. â
âAll right.â Prentiss takes a moment to digest this and addresses everyone. âGive me some options.â
Luke leans back and gestures to Garcia. âGreen was the last to see his sister. So, weâre thinking a cognitive interview might help him remember any details of that night. Anything that could help him ID the guy that took her.â
âGood luck trying to get him to agree to it,â states Tara. âHe has big problems with authority figures. He wonât cooperate unless he has good reason.â
âHowâs not finding his sisterâs killer a good reason?â you ask.
âOh, heâs really pissed off.â Prentiss says as you raise a brow. âWe took away his chance at catching Sicarius and enacting his revenge.â
âAnd he really doesnât like that Iâm a Fed again.â Garcia pouts with that admission. âHe sent me all that info thinking I was still distanced from all of this.â She gestures wildly at the room.
Prentiss looks sympathetic. âBut we have to try. Luke, I need you to talk to Green and get him to agree to the cognitive interview. JJ, keep watch on the exchange.â They both nod and she addresses Garcia. âKeep working on any leads that might help us find those missing kill kits. Whitlock, youâll assist.â
You visibly perk up at the sound of your name and look thankful for a hands-on opportunity. Inwardly, you were doing backflips. Prentiss could feel you buzzing with internal excitement and chuckles. âNot like you can catch up on any paperwork you donât have yet.â
Rossi and Tara groan while Luke and JJ share a smirk.
âOh, donât even,â admonishes Prentiss. âYou both get to play catch up in between interviewing Green until a case comes in.â
Luke is silent, lowering his head in defeat as JJ frowns while pouting. âAww.â
Now that the team had their assignments, Garcia was utterly giddy and squeals towards you. âCome Robin! To the Batcave!â
Garcia catches you up on everything over the next few hours. From the hidden message apps on the unsubs phones, to the discussion forums, and how Sicarius used this to gain followers so he could teach them the ways of being sadistic killers. She had identified the usernames of the unsubs and was able to find that they all chatted with Sicarius - User45125. They also learned about the different murder methods that matched up with the bodies found in the shipping container. Out of the lockers that are missing, the BAU believes that kits would contain methods to kill by acid and strangulation to match the last of the victims.
âI canât trace any direct messaging, so thatâs why all of this is based on the forum info me and JJ combed through,â Garcia says, ending her lengthy summation.
âWhat a sick fuck.â You shake your head in disgust. âPlay with the first round of victims and pass all that fun on to his new friends who do it all over again.â
You were sitting to the left of Garcia, lightly turning the chair back and forth with a foot on the floor. To your delight, it didnât bother her. It was a habit you developed over time to help you think. You look over the conversations that Sicarius had with the unsubs and Green. He definitely narrowed down the chosen ones based on their psychopathic thrills.
âHow many are on this message board again?â you ask, gesturing at the screens.
âOver half a million. Which justâŠbleh!â Garcia pauses, shivering for dramatic effect, âMakes me feel all squicky that there are that many of them chatting in one spot. But I narrowed down the really, really, bad naughties to seventeen k.â
âDamn. Fuckerâs been busy.â You go silent as you calculate options with the information the BAU had.
Garcia glances at you, seeing your eyes darting back and forth in concentration. âWhatâcha thinking there?â
âIâm not sure. Itâs just ⊠â you pause, words softening, âa half formed thought. A possibility.â You turn towards Garcia. âCan you narrow the users further by who hasnât been active in a few months? At least since Green last contacted Sicarius? Bonus if longer.â
She blinks rapidly at you and looks put out. âCan I?!â She then closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. âSince youâre new, I will let that slight pass, but there is nothing I canât do, missy.â
Except get your file, but you donât need to know that!
âApologies, MâLady!â You smile, making sure to file that away to not offend the bubbly woman in the future. âIf you would be so kind and continue working your magic?â
âAnd the lady shall be kind!â Garcia says with vigor and starts narrowing down the possibilities further.
The two of you work diligently over the next few hours. You guide Garcia with different traits to knock down the users into something manageable with the information that can be extracted from text. Emoji use, shorten expressions, length of posts, seeking knowledge and showboating instead of trying to engage in an emotional connection, aggressive language use, and interests.
âHere you go.â Garcia calls up a list of usernames that fit your specifications. âOne-hundred and thirty-four.â
âHave any of those spoke to our guy at length? Something substantial?â
âHm, yes!â She pulls those up.
That got you down to thirty-eight. âAnd how many of those appear to have contacted him through direct messaging?â You couldnât know for sure but based on the flow of conversation and quality, there were hints.
She types quickly. âAh, fourteen.â She shows you the names.
âList them by last known contact with him â earliest to latest.â
âDone.â
âNow pull up last few messages from each.â
âAlso done.â
You read through them, ignoring the majority as you skim but there were a few that stood out.
Dark_Muse: Fucking cunt is finally gonna pay!!! Girls night is gonna end on a high!!!
_piouspisces: Woke up from a dream today. Hope it comes true. Just have to set up the right ingredients. Need advice on lacing paper. I have some ideas but need confirmation.
FlamePit23: The world only makes sense at sunrise and sunset. Itâs when it looks like the world is set on fire. Beautiful.
You point to that last username. âShow me this oneâs profile.â
Garcia clicks on it and reads. ââNothing burns as bright as the rage inside you. Cultivate and embrace it. Keep it under your controlâ. Oh, they go on to say to never make any friends. Thatâs cheerful and lonely.â
âBut they admitted to ânurturing others so I can take them off guard. Like my mother did to me when I was youngerâ makes me think this oneâs female,â you say while tapping the screen. âWhatâs the date and timestamp on the last message?â
âThat would be ⊠August 12, 2022 0550.â
You would bet that it was close to sunrise on that day when the user posted.
You pull your hand back to cup your chin in thought as Garcia looks oddly at you. âYou know, Iâve been doing this a really, really long time, and I can usually predict where people are going with their data mining. But you? I have zilch of an idea because this makes no sense to me.â
You heard she was talking, but you werenât listening. You were too focused on formulating a plan.
She puckers her lips in annoyance at being ignored and snaps her fingers twice in front of your face. âHello?â
âOh!â you say, jerking back into awareness. âIâm trying to come up with a crazy plan.â
âPlease tell me this wonât result in you going AWOL again âŠâ Prentiss had entered and neither of them had heard the door open.
You and Garcia share a look wondering if she even knocked as Prentiss walks in further expectantly. âWell?â
You sit back and reassure her. âAh, no. Course not.â
âWait. So, you really went AWOL?â Garcia asks curiously. âDid you serve before the CIA?â
âI didnât serve.â You bit your lower lip and nod, coming to terms with what you can say. âI did some training with military personnel. All informal.â
You and the other four recruits had gone through training with the Green Berets, Navy Seals, and Delta Force. Something you couldnât disclose as it technically never happened, hence, the informal part of your cover. You also are glad Garcia was distracted by that and didnât ask you to elaborate on the AWOL matter.
Garcia whistles. âWowzer.â
That made you smile. âA very simple, yet precise, way to put it.â
âA talent of hers for sure. But letâs get back to this crazy plan of yours,â insists Prentiss as she leans against the desk on the other side of Garcia.
âAgain, itâs just the start of one but it could be a way to infiltrate Sicariusâ chosen ones without the need for vengeance to fuck things up.â
âYou really say that word a lot,â notices Garcia.
âWhat?â
Garcia struggles by opening and closing her mouth like a fish to try and get the word out, but Prentiss beats her to it. âFuck.â
âHuh?â You look at the section chief with confusion. âNo thank you?â
âThatâs⊠thatâs not what I meant!â She answers, speaking quickly as you fluster her with the insinuation, and you couldnât hold in your laughter any longer.
âWhatâs so funny?â she snaps.
âYou!â you answer between cackles. âI knew what you meant.â
Garcia at least has the decency to look away while trying to fight off her own snickers as Prentiss takes a hand to her head to rub at her temples. âI swear to god, Whitlock âŠâ
âAnyway âŠâ you grin. âThe idea is to chat him up with a username that is not entirely inactive but hasnât been used in a bit. Think we found a prospect.â
Prentissâ irritation with you changes to interest. âThat so?â
Garcia nods. âNow that I know what the plan is, yes. I can do a deeper dive into this user and see what I can dig up.â
âLess is more, in this case,â you explain thoughtfully. âIf we infiltrate this way, we gotta have enough info to be this user without him really knowing who this is. So, if you can find who they are, then weâre back to finding another. Because that means he would know their identity, too.â
Prentiss nods. âDo it. Green isnât cooperating at all like Tara figured. He wouldnât agree to the cognitive interview. Might as well see how this pans out while JJ tries to change Greenâs mind.â
âOn it, Boss Maâam!â Garcia jests as she gets to work.
Prentiss looks up at the ceiling as if searching for patience, but as brown eyes come down, they focus on you. âCome with me and bring your stuff.â
âSure thing.â You rise, grabbing your backpack but before you follow Prentiss, you squeeze Garciaâs shoulder. âThis was nice. Working with you, that is.â
She tears her eyes away from the screen to look up at your soulful eyes. You really appreciated how Garcia jumped into working with you with fervor and not giving you the cold shoulder from earlier this week. âAww, sweetie! Yes, weâll keep working at it to make this idea blossom into a full blown plan!â
You smile so hard your cheeks hurt and stay that way until Garcia gets back to work. You then meet up with Prentiss to walk out together.
âGood first day.â It was an observation by the section chief.
âYeah, it really was.â You were smiling again. âThanks.â
âDonât thank me yet.â Her tone carries a mystique to it, and you become captivated while walking to the bullpen together. âBut I owe you a proper thank you. Langley sent me the confirmation of funds.â
âIâll behave.â Prentissâ eyes widen when you say that. âI wonât start making it rain money at you in celebration.â
She chuckles. âSo, you can control it?â
âOccasionally.â
âGood. Then Iâve no regrets in getting you something.â
That made you perk up. âYou got me something?â
âBit overdue, but âŠâ Prentiss stops without warning at the first desk to the right when you enter the bullpen. â⊠itâs yours.â
You are befuddled as you shift your gaze from Prentiss to the desk and audibly gasp. Resting on top of it was your name on display as a consultant. âWow.â
Pleased with your reaction, she nudges you with her elbow. âThis is when youâre supposed to thank me.â
âAh, right!â you laugh, awkwardly rubbing the back of your neck before looking to her with a radiant smile. âThank you, Prentiss.â
Your response without jest disarms her like it did last night over drinks. Your gazes lock for several beats and you just stand there with sincere gratitude that she welcomed you as a member of the team.
She recovers quickly with a stiff nod and motions to your desk. âYouâre welcome. When youâre done getting settled, get back to working on that angle with Garcia.â
âYou got it.â You immediately round the desk, already slipping off your backpack to place on top of it as Prentiss heads to her office.
That felt really nice to say in your head. Your desk. When was the last time you had a desk with a name plate? Everything you did was covert up until now so flashing your name and credentials was the equivalent to placing a target on your back with a bright flashing sign that says, âShoot me!â. The right people knew your name when on mission, but most of your identity was done under aliases and callsigns.
You take a quick inventory of whatâs on the desk â laptop connected to dual monitors, keyboard and mouse, stacked plastic organizers, phone, stapler, black plastic pen holder that was empty.
Guess Iâll have to find suppliesâŠ
You pick up the stapler and click it, watching a used staple hit the desk. At least that was ready to go for all the paperwork youâll be doing now. The team will be excited to hear that! You then pull out the chair to get acquainted with the drawers only to be shocked for the second time today.
Waiting for you on the chair was a six pack of Diet Coke bottles with a blue sticky note attached. You peel it off to read and immediately smile.
Welcome to the BAU, Whitlock.
EP
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#criminal minds#emily prentiss#criminal minds evolution#criminal minds x reader#Criminal minds x you#criminal minds fanfiction#emily prentiss fanfiction#emily prentiss x reader#emily prentiss x you#emily prentiss x female reader#emily x reader#emily x you#prometheus
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TURNED
Part One
Astarion x Reader
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I haven't written fic in a while but this damn vampire has me in a choke hold. This story asks the question: what if asention wasn't the only way to be together forever. I may add more to this if people like it. Hope you enjoy!
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Sweat and blood mingled in the atmosphere of the underground dungen. Your eyes were heavy and stinging as you strained to look forward. Your arms lay heavily by your side, your back flush againt a large cold pillar. It was as though you were going through shock, vision blurred, sound around you muffled, vertigo sweeping in; and perhaps you were. In your immediate vision you could see Shadowheart. Her visage so close you sware you could read the concern and fear like a tapestry were your vision up to the task. She seemed to be speaking, shouting even, although to your reduced senses it appeared inconsequential.
"She's bleeding out. None of the spells I've tried are doing anything. She's going to die."
Another muffled voice, maybe Karlach you couldn't be sure, attempted to calm the worried cleric. You saw Shadowheart close her eyes and steady her breathing. She touched your arm and began chanting a spell under her breath.
You tried to piece together what had occurred. You recall fighting your way through Cazadors palace. Facing off against the bastard as he prepared to sacrifice thousands for his profane assention. You remember Astarion, his resolve unmoved, his desire in that moment to ascended and become untouchable. The way he looked into your eyes when he said he would be better than Cazador. The swell of pride within you when he made that choice. Bringing your attention back to the present you swept your gaze across the battlefield searching for the pale elf. You could faintly make out Astarion's white curls somewhere behind Shadowheart. Blinking several times you saw him knelt down next to what appeared to be Cazador's dead body. While you couldn't see his face, the way his body contorted and heaved it was evident he was crying. In that moment you forgot about your drowsy state and wanted nothing more than to comfort him. You made an attempt to stand up and that's when you noticed. Blood. Lot and lots of blood. All over your hands.
You must have given Cazador's swarm quite the fight. You chuckled to yourself only to find agonizing pain in both your chest and abdomen. Your eyes drifted to your abdomen and that's when you finally put things together.
The blood was yours. It saturated your robes and pooled on the ground beneath you. Despite shodowheart's continued effects to heal you, you knew you were fading. You expected to feel lost, scared, even abandoned in this moment but truly you felt peace. You looked around to your companions and felt loved. No matter what happened to you, you convinced yourself they would go on to continue healing and live the lives they never had the chance to. You smiled to yourself, evidently loosing your touch to reality as you continued to bleed out. You felt Karlach grab your shoulder.
"Don't give into it soldier. We'll get you patched up. You just stay with me OK." Her words feigned optimism and bravery but the look on her face gave way to fear.
You suddenly felt shadowheart's warm hands cupping your face taking the weight off of your now heavy head. She moved your head from side to side as if the movement alone would give her any new information about your condition. Then she spoke, weather it was intended for you to hear or a communication to Karlach you weren't sure, but what she said caused you to react.
"We've waited long enough. Where the hell is Astarion we need to get her back to camp."
The words cut through your faded state momentarily. No you couldn't, you wouldn't interrupt Astarion's moment. He had waited literal centuries for the opportunity to be truly and honestly free. He had finally let himself cry and release some of that pent up trauma.
You were fine surely.
Karlach released your shoulder and stood from her crouched position at your side. She had her sights on Astarion but before she could take more then a step you mustered enough strength to grab onto her leg.
"No. Don't. Please." Your words came out ragged and you could taste the blood seeping it's way down your throat.
Karlach met your gaze with empathy. She knew, in her way, exactly what you were trying to avoid. She held your gaze and took your hand in hers.
"I'm sorry". She spoke softly before turning her head and shouting Astarions name.
Before you could so much as blink he was by your side. His face creased in worry, sparce tears still trailing down his cheeks. You raised a hand to wipe them away. You'd never get over the soft yet cold feel of his skin. Like poreceline or marble it was perfect. He was perfect. When he spoke it came out rushed and strained as if he couldn't get the words out fast enough. He looked to Shadowheart almost pleading but he kept his tone sharp.
"What happened to her. Can you heal her? Please."
Shadowheart shook her head slightly, evidently drained from the magic she had been conjuring to keep you breathing.
"I'm sorry Astarion I've done everything I can. God's I'm so so sorry". She stood and welcomed Karlach's embrace as tears formed in the edges of her eyes.
Astarion shook his head several times unwilling to believe it. You took his hand in yours and with the other you lifted his chin to meet your eyes.
"I'm so proud of you my love". You soke softly unable to give your voice much more of your energy. He tried to look away as more tears brimmed his eyes but you brought his chin back to face you and continued. "You faced him and you won. You're free after all this time. Hold on to that. No matter what happens to me I.."
Astarion interrupted you, tears falling down his face no longer able to keep them at bay. "I can't lose you. I won't lose the first person I've ever really cared about."
His voice became harsher almost angry. He couldn't accept this not after everything you two had gone through. "I can't. I won't."
You grabbed his face in your hands giving everything you had left. " I love you Astarion. You are so so loved."
And that was it. The world around you began to fade to black as you fell to your side no longer able to hold him. You watched, as if in slow motion, Astarion grip your shoulders to avoid you hitting your head. He looked around frantically. In that moment he had to make a choice. He closed his eyes and laid you gently on the floor on your back. Then he stood and let out a sigh before turning around and making his way towards Cazador's limp body.
You watched through almost blackened vision as a Astarion knelt beside the body and without hesitation chomped down on it'd neck. He was drinking from Cazador. But why?
You tried to remember what Astarion once said about the differences between spawn and mature vampires. One simply had to drink the blood of the one who turned them to become a full vampire. Not an easy task if that someone was your abusive master. You considered Astarion's motivations. Sure he would have more power being a true vampire but he still wouldn't be able to walk in the sun nor enjoy the food of the living. Gods the only thing it would bring besides power would of course be the ability to turn others...
Then it hit you, he was doing it for you. To turn you. To save you. You wanted to tell him he didn't need to. That you weren't worth saving, not if it ment he would live with the guilt of turning you.
You tried to speak as he approached you but the words would not form. He knelt beside you and you could see blood dripping from his chin. No not just blood, but tears too. He lifted your upper body into his arms and cradled you as he sat with his back to the piller. You felt his cold touch as he wiped strands of hair off your sweat and blood ridden face. He did so with the gentlest touch as if time had frozen and he could hold you like this forever. When he spoke he didn't take his eyes off yours.
"Go. Get everyone out of here". He motioned towards Cazador's staff with the hand he had been carresing your face with. He meant to release the spawn in those cages. Set them free into the underdark. Gods you were so proud of him. Karlach and Shadowheart both hesitated for a moment.
"Go! I'll get her out of here. I.....promise". That must have been enough to convince them as they swiftly made their way out of the large chamber.
Now it was just you and Astarion. He cradled your head and brought his lips towards your neck. He kissed your pulse point gently and whispered in your ear.
"I'm sorry my love but i am a selfish bastard. I won't lose you."
He turned your head to face him leaving the ghost of a kiss on your lips before returning his attention back to your neck seeking your weakened pulse. "This is going to hurt. Like no pain you've ever known." For a moment he closed his eyes and you could tell he was reliving his own tortous turning at the hands of Cazador.
He opened his eyes again before he spoke. A fire in them. A defiance. "But you won't be alone. I'll be here. I'll get you through it. I won't leave you darling".
You felt his icy breath on your neck right before the sting of his fangs as they broke skin.
For a moment it felt like any other feeding, an initial pain leading to pleasure even arousal, but that swiftly changed. You felt excruciating pain beginning in your heart, as if your very stomach acid was being injected directly into your aorta. You bagen to wither in Astarion's arms, unconsciously and reflexively trying to escape the burning sensation. He held you close keeping his mouth on you still. The burning only intensified as your body began spazzing without your consent. It was exactly as Astarion had described. You tried to convince your body you were safe, that he was right there. The man you loved was right there and once the venum had spred you truly would be able to love him for eternity.
You felt Astarion release your neck and as he turned your face to his you tried to convey gratitude. Then you wanted to plead with him not to watch. Then all you could feel, all you could think was pain.
#astarion#bg3#astarion ancunin#astarion fic#astarion x tav#bg3 companions#bg3 fanfiction#astarion x reader#bg3 astarion#spawn astarion
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This is basically me going insane over a single name drop (spoilers and theories below)
So... Anton
The answer to the identity seems obvious, but I would not be myself, if I wasn't over-analyzing things
So let's do just that
The way the name was said - no explanation, no context - means one of two things: the person in question is either so inconsequential that he is not worth the breath to add the details, or is so familiar, that to add an explanation means going out of character. I'm more inclined to believe it's the latter, mostly because I don't remember a single character without even a little bit of background info added for the flair.
(Also Kitten didn't ask about him before or after D's story, so he is probably familiar with Anton. However, there is also a possibility that after.... everything, Kitten either didn't want to ask out of politeness; had no time to ask before D left with the dogs or missed the name entirely)
So, let's assume that this Anton is fairly familiar then. But who is he and what was he doing there? I believe he is one of three options:
1. He is a completely new character who's probably going to be introduced later. Most likely a hunter who worked closely enough with the family that Kitten either knows him or heard about him before.
2. He is one of the brothers. Again, Kitten either heard about him before or knows him personally.
And finally 3. Seemingly the most obvious answer, since he's the only person without a name - a Brother given to the Fey King as a thrall for 40 years. But I have a problem with this explanation. When Kitten tried to say the Lost Brother's name before, D stopped him. He asked Kitten not to say it out loud, clearly distressed and trying to calm down. So the idea that D would say it himself, with no pause or hiccup, seems to contradict with his previous reaction.
I, personally, think that Anton is one of the brothers - whether lost or still active only time will tell - and is more likely an Expy (exported character). Which means, that Anton - if you use the naming method of "sounding very familiar" - is the Extremely, Earth-Shatteringly, Unreasonably, Fuck-Ass Mad Boi Angron...which makes him an even better candidate for the role of this Lost Brother if you view him becoming a thrall as a twist on Angron's story in Warhammer, where he was enslaved at least twice: first as a gladiator, fighting for the amusement of the rich and powerful, and then when he became a Demon Primarch of Khorne.
So, yeah. Most likely an Expy of Angron. Might be the Brother given to the Fey, since it's the only person without a name, and the story itself has some parallels with the Warhammer Angron lore. But, D's reaction to the Kitten almost saying the name out loud doesn't match with how it was delivered later. May be Lost, may be Active.
That's all for me. I know it's pretty bare bone and doesn't have a satisfying conclusion, but there's not a lot for me to work with for now. I hope that in the future there will be more information about this character and I do hope that Anton is Angron, mostly because I want to see what kind of person he would be in this universe and what his relationship with D is.
P.S.: Not sure where and if I should mention this, but there were some ideas flying around on Reddit and Tumblr about what the other Primarchs might be like in HTP and I went with a more supernatural origin for most of them. I kid you not, when I've learned about Changeling The Dreaming I thought it would be hilarious if Angron was not a Werewolf or a Vampire but a Fae. Especially when I was informed of a thing called Redcap. Angron might not have anything to do with the hunger aspect, but he does have a mean attitude and a penchant for violence. So if Anton/Angron is confirmed to somehow be the 3rd option, then I kinda predicted it.
#hunter the parenting#hunter: the parenting#ogre poppenang#Might make a short theory on the Lost Brother's identity later#But honestly that's a lot of new information#On D and Markus and Ghouls#Vs one name that seems kinda out of place
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We should talk more about the fact Jason got swarmed and attacked by a mob as Robin, like??? Hello. He had to be left there because the mob was too violent with Batman near. He had to be taken to the hospital.
Look at those injuries!!
The next time we see him he's forcing himself out of bed and putting on the Robin costume thinking "I've gotta do what I can to help, even if it kills me!"
The next next time we see him he has walked into yet another violent mob
I cannot stop thinking about this story and the effects it probably had on him honestly. Do you think it's made him nervous in crowds, do you think it made him trust others just that bit less. How long do you think he was being attacked before he was found, the scene had cleared. "I've gotta do what I can to help, even if it kills me!",,,,
Just the concept itself! I don't know about you guys but being attacked and grabbed and trampled into unconsciousness sounds absolutely terrifying! Did he black out, still getting hit, thinking he was going to die? Knowing he couldn't defend himself as his injuries to took their toll? At their complete mercy?
1986-87 Legends, issue #2 (the attack), #3 (the hospital), #5 (getting up), #6 (defending heros from another forming mob)
2010 DC Universe: Legacies, issue #6 (flashback panel to Legends moment)
#jason todd#jaybin#jason todd robin#comic reference#we need to talk about and acknowledge this so much more its such a fun bit of information n backstory#and i honestly think its a REALLY IMPORTANT jaybin moment. both for him and readers#batman#dc comics#i never see anyone talk about it which is such a shame honestly#fairly confident this is post crisis jaybin. but of course we are in the evil gray area of actually post crisis - before new backstory#but gonna be honest with you guys here i and actual dc writers take from precrisis jaybin alot anyway because he IS still jason#and adds more original comic time for jason#as long at its not like blatantly contradictory i keep a rather lot of his things#and again we are in the grey area of it#plus he calls himself the new robin in the hospital scene so that probably means something#and none of it at all matters anyway because when it comes to comics you do what you want for forever. thumbs up emoji#this is still important anyway. the âive gotta help even if it kills me!â haunts me#dare i say i wish we talked more about jaybin time in general. like. the stories from it#all i usually hear is ditf and him pushing or not pushing that guy. its a shame i think jaybin has some really fun stories#i think (i think) scarecrow and mad hatter were rogues he faced the most. DEFINITELY scarecrow#two face too if im counting the mad hatter. +plus importance bc twoface he thought killed his dad#he lets himself be kidnapped by two face saying hes the SECOND robin and then insults the guys car#he dresses up as two face once#he saw scarecrow making highly concentrated fear toxin and dumped it on him đ#sherlock holmes was in a story at some point#its so fun. augh i need to reread jaybin so so bad its so fun i miss it
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i feel as if im going mad so im going to just put this out here. real quick. movieunleashers starters ramble.
i cant stop thinking about how mudkip broke down in that one scene in "Typomaniac," when Chespin called him mean. for a second he lets his mask slip a little bit and to me he just... acts his age. he starts crying and calls chespin mean back. maybe im just hyperfocusing on this one detail but mudkip is about 12 years old.
and that just makes me wonder what happened in this guys life that brought him to where he is now. and it makes it all the more tragic how his whole world revolves around chespin, but he is the one bringing him the most pain. and how young he was when he died.
there is a large theme of growing up in "Rare Candy." the characters ages are emphasized in that particular episode, and one of the main conflicts is fennekin wanting to evolve faster.
the thing about characters in these stories is that they're not allowed to just be kids, to have a childhood. so many bad things happen to them. like. mudkips whole, Everything. fennekin when she was famous in typomaniac, or dealing with her own insecurities/pressure from society about her relationship w chespin. and chespin always having to shoulder his friends problems & always somehow managing to stay positive despite everything.
why cant they just. play video games. eat ice cream or something. go to the movies
at the end of the day, i think both mudkip and fennekin are characters who grew up too fast. by distancing himself from them, chespin refused to follow in their footsteps and just wanted to stay a kid.
good for him.
#starters movieunleashers#rambles#long post#mudkip starters#fennekin starters#chespin starters#NOT TO SAY THAT BEING 12 YEARS OLD ABSOLVES YOU OF ALL CRIME BUT GOOD GOD#i honestly think it was good for chespin to distance himself from them??? especially mudkip. holy cow#he seemed... happier(?) in wild oranberries but tbf its hard to say for sure#bc chespin loves doing this thing called âlyingâ#also. i saw the end credits sequence#not sure how to feel about it i do not have enough information to go off of#but i suppose itll make more sense... all in due time#but going back to what i said earlier i think the issues a lot more complicated#i worry about chespin that boys friendship is basically just âi can fix him!â like girl. no#THEY ALL NEED THERAPY#INCLUDING THE GANG FROM LAVENDER TOWN#*ESPECIALLY* THOSE GUYS#please. ill cry#i cant help but think this will all end in tragedy#i hope mudkip gets a good ending or at least a bittersweet one#like again. he kills people. but hes also like not even in high school and i feel bad for all of them#anyways IM SORRH GOR YHE LONG RAMBLE I RLLY LIKE THIS SERIES??? AND THIS THOUGHT WAS EATING ME ALIVE SO I RLLY WANTED TO SAY IT#hey gang. new hyperfixation#hm. i should also mention the âwatching his close friend die on front of him and feeling responsible for itâ to the list of chespins traumas#i domt think fennekin was a âbad friendâ as much as i think she just had her owm things toing on#and its entirely chespins choice to dostance himself from her
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i can't believe how much this company apparently does not want my money
#this is about marqueetv#my debit card expired this month and they emailed me about it before i went and got a new one#there was actually a mixup w the bank sending me a new one in the mail. they had smth wrong w my address#but i sorted that out w the bank and got a new debit card on friday#so i went to update my payment information and they said that there was something wrong w my card??? call my bank???#reader there is nothing wrong w my card#it's been good enough to make several other large and small purchases since friday#but i was like eh ok anyway i guess i'll try plugging in paypal (after i updated my card on paypal)#wouldnt accept paypal either for completely different reasons??? seemingly???#and i emailed support about it. you know. friday night as i was experiencing this problem#STILL havent heard back from them and their support is apparently available 7 days a week (though not 24 hours a day)#so??? you dont want my money??? is that it you dont want my money?#tales from diana#i got their 3 months for 99 cents fall discount deal#and the month expires on october 3rd#so... if i have to update my payment info after that... will my deal go away??#dunno and that's honestly kinda less important to me#i've enjoyed this month enough that i've thought yeah i could pay 9.99 a month for this#like i like the library they have a lot#if you don't know what marqueetv is it's a lot of plays and operas and documentaries#very focused on the performing arts and 'high culture' but i mainly got them for rsc productions#still there's some other stuff i wanna watch...#well i might not get to once thursday comes#they LITERALLY do not want my money#like. ok#i wanna give you my money
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Third day of the semester and I'm already overwhelmed let's goooo babeeeeyyyyyyyyyy
#honestly i think it's my 'women in islamic literatures' class. because it's normally a full year course but it's been condensed#sooooo a LOT of work and a lot of information that's new to me#i'm the only non-muslim in the entire class and i feel like a newborn baby dsfghfdsagrh#but i took it because i want to learn about islam and esp about women in islam. and i really enjoy literature courses#but yeah bro is overWHELMED#all the stories about the abrahamic religions are so long and so hard to grasp for me#like do i need to know the life stories of every caliph? apparently yes ;_;
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question: when you're starting a new job, what do you most want out of your first week of onboarding? what's most helpful for you to know/understand upfront? also... what's not helpful? tell me your onboarding nightmare stories too lol
#i honestly do not ever think i've had a positive onboarding experience#in my entire professional life#i guess for me a lot of my early-job anxieties are around expectations and 'rules'#like i want to know what time i'm supposed to be there and what time i'm allowed to leave and what the dress code is#and how the hybrid schedule works#so i don't make dumb mistakes right away#i also think i want to be involved in the real work as early as possible#like i don't have to be DOING anything yet but i want to be watching people do things and shadowing in meetings#so i can start to develop a sense of who's who and what the actual work of the office/workplace looks like#and also because i really value getting a feel for personalities as early as possible lol i want to know what the vibes are#hmm and also maybe most importantly#i feel like in any new situation i need a very loose conceptual framework to hold the new information being given to me#otherwise it's just random pieces of info you know? like it's helpful when someone is actively helping me fit information into a frame#like they're saying 'here's the HUGE picture - now let's zoom in and start looking at this one corner of it - and as we add new corners#i'll actively help you fill in the connective tissue that holds these different parts of the big picture together'#hmmm#my worst onboarding experiences have been when the person training me comes in and throws lots of#long complex extremely context-dependent documents or readings at me#and is like ok spend the week reading those and get back to me#and i'm like ??????????#i have NO understanding of what my role is or how this organization functions#at this point it is not helpful for me to pass my eyes over tons of dense info without a guide to tell me what's important#i have no way of gauging of something is important or trivial and then i feel stressed like i have to learn ALL of it#even though i know that a huge portion of it will end up being not that relevant to my day-to-day job
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the feeling when you care so much about a character that you worry about their gjinka's outfit not being narratively meaningful enough
#melonposting#cuz td has a lot of problems... or at least she did#i even made her hair narratively meaningful! she loves to swim and for a while didn't care enough to wash the pool water out of her hair#partly because td's had it internalized that nobody cares about her#of course things are different now. maybe i'll make a tpot design where td and their hair are doing better lol#in any event. for the longest time td would just follow her whims - doing what she finds fun/thrilling & not caring about the consequences#cuz nobody cared about her!!!!!!! grahhh#(the only attention td would get is people admonishing them... ough)#i'm wondering then about td's wardrobe. what would someone like her wear?#impulsive... careless... intelligent and athletic and very talented but (understandably) kinda self-centered about it...#i like the hoodie. hoodies tend to be pretty stereotypical of closed-off & quiet & anti-authority young adults so it's certainly fitting#i bet td would dress informally just to piss people off. so hoodie directly over her bathing suit maybe (no matter the occasion)#and stemming from their being water (which easily freezes or evaporates)... i'd imagine td is hypersensitive to extreme hot and cold#so they randomly take off or put on the hoodie whenever they feel like it - even at inappropriate times#and she looks pretty feminine because of her pigtails but she'd abruptly take off her bathing suit top anyway. very startling for some#i like the idea of huge fun (likely expensive) sneakers for td but honestly idk if it fits her#gelatin's a sneakerhead. i know this in my heart of hearts. so maybe at some point he shares that with her#but realistically td would just wear beat-up shoes with no socks (at least initially). she likes them and doesn't care to get new ones#SIGH why must i have all of my good ideas after i already post my drawing :(
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I started Ghost Trick today (some friends lent it to me a while back, but I wanted to finish Rebirth first), and gotta say I like the snappy music and puzzles
#I'm not that far in but it's a really neat concept for a game and very fun#I was also informed it's got a lot of Shu Takumi-isms to it so that'll be fun to see play out#also yeah I saw the news for the new Nintendo Direct but honestly I'm probably gonna sleep in and catch the highlights afterwards#I dunno if I wanna get up that early considering I don't have many high hopes for much of anything#if we get surprise DLC for Three Hopes and magically every character I want to be playable will be added then that'll be a miracle#that or AA7 I would be excited about AA7#otherwise I have plenty of games I still want to play and not enough time to do so#so I hope fans of series I'm not into get stuff to be excited about#oracle of lore
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I know itâs heavily disputed about the extent and canon veracity of cas âpicking up on deanâs longingâ and what exactly that even means or entails. but thinking about that period after jack offscreen raised cas from the empty and before dean died.
#he sat on that floor ignored samâs calls put his head in his hands and wept. is the thing. he ran up those stairs#i myself am undecided on the meaning and extent of that whole aspect the longing thing i mean and well i think itâs honestly the result of#initial planned arc turned network season renewals network legacy juggernaut with multiple writers and show runners with a range of.#quality and a not insignificant amount of retcons or logical and lore clashes#but as it is I think Iâve arrived to it being not much more than how it was described. informal prayer. perhaps to some extent not#not purposeful more involuntary the way thoughts can be. but also not just feelings experienced in your own headspace or all thoughts#Iâm on a saying not very much with a lot of words kick tonight on account of the sleepy tired on low hours of it all but there is a thread#there that could be worth picking at. maybe. idk. at the end of the day that finale was really fucked up in a lot of ways! so my brain will#keep inventing new ways for me to poke at it. whatâs that post about bad content with some worthwhile aspects inviting more#poking at than good and satisfying and well written enclosed works because well they already said all the things and said it well? is the#thing? or something like that. i have a headache tonight can you guys tell
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did anyone know that theres a new flavor of coke that was "made" with ai
#i have no idea the specifics. did the ai say the exact mixings or just a general idea. ill never know..#CHATGPT MAKE ME A SODA!#something really cool would be a gan that made soda. that would be awesome. but im 100% sure thats not what they did#im making something about new coke. i was reading newspapers about it. Its funny#memory posts#i also looked at the other flavors of coke. did you know theres a league of legends coke?#there is a lot of things. lots of them#ALSO did you know that the coke website has articles???????????????????????????????????????????#FINALLY WHY IS THERE A COKE SHOP IN UNIVERSAL????????????????????????????????????????????????#these are things ill never know! no one wears the coke shirts. how can they be there???????#i did a lot of this research at school. honestly it didn't help at all BUT it was fun.#the most informative thing about new coke is that video about it. LAME!#i wish more people talked about products other than pepsi during the tiem. I WANNA KNOWWWWWWWWW
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I watched spooky month yesterday and I really liked it
#Yw for this very important peice of information#if I post art about this donât be suprised btw#honestly Iâm not in a lot of fandoms which means I canât talk about a lot of stuff so I like watching new things#spooky month#I really liked the bullies tbh#I also loved Lila
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My main takeaway from kaleidoscope (netflix) is that i want to watch leverage again
#twist#like the show was fine and i honestly think the viewing order i got was pretty great if anyone wants a reccomendation#but i was also expecting more like each episode focusing on different characters which isnt even really close to how it is?#like leo is kinda clearly the main character like 3 episodes basically center around him exclusively#and its not bad i just think that bc the episodes need to be kinda interchangeable there isnt really a super coherent arc#each episode feels kinda samey after a while? like you have intro with character intros and the outline of the epiosode plot#middle that reveals at least one be it a betrayal or a scheming or a new info only in that ep#and ending that feels like a to be continued.....#but it winds up with a lot of episodes where the dialogue talks around information revealed in other episodes to maintain the vibe#leverage#kaleidoscope#like i said not bad just#leverage does it in a fraction of the time with twice the panache
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I hope this doesn't come off as awkwardly trauma-dumpy but, like, I don't even know if I could get people to believe me that my mom both wants me to be her dad and also likes to tell funny stories about the multiple times she tried to kill me as a child. If she was a fictional character I don't think people could suspend their disbelief enough to be like yes, this is clearly a real person.
#parentification#i don't even know what to tag the second thing#honestly a lot of her talking about trying to kill me is new information for me and idk what to do with it#I'm assuming it's only funny to her now because she doesn't currently feel that way but also she needs to stop telling me about it
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