#Have a Nice Death Jocelyn

[claudefluent]

The Death Inc. crew in my style.

[starblitzy-started-a-fire]

Jocelyn, the elevator lady (because why not)

[morismentos]

surprisingly i didn’t have tooo much trouble with him, and some extra grimes for fun and then it kinda spiraled into beach party doodles

my hand writing is a bit messy because Car. so here’s what it say

[Jerry: We’re taking bets on who drowns first Pump: Um.]

[Patrick: Uh. Hey Hector what are you doing? Hector: Mf sand Fleas in my mmouth mhwatchm ptchoo]

[Jerry: Hey guys. Anemone. Who wants to lick it. Pump: ooooo Patrick: oooh i do Harriet: We’re dead, would we even feel it? Jerry: Doesn’t mean we can’t live a little.]

[scarceghost]

HaND office personnel Halloween costumes!

yeah oof this is like a day late because I’m a slow worker but uhhh yeah.. happy late Halloween :,)

Death and Quinn first!!! They have matching costumes! Death is Jack Skellington and Quinn is the pumpkin king.

Second is Joe and Jerry!!!! Joe is in one of those silly inflatable dinosaur costumes and Jerry is a bedsheet ghost with a twist.

Third is Patrick and Harriet!!!! Patrick is Rose Quartz with glitter (he’s slaying btw) and Harriet is Jason Vorhees.

Fourth (and alone) is Orville!!! He’s a demon because I didn’t realize he was a cauldron when I was first playing the game. (Graphics aren’t as good on switch)

Fifth are my favorite costumes, Muriel and Claude!!!! Muriel is in a performative (I know it says preformance I'm just stupid) metamorphosis inspired costume! (Gregor samsa), and Claude is a headless horseman.

And finally we have Jocelyn and O’sha!!!!! Jocelyn is a spooky witch (with a bit of green hehe), and O’sha is a (very drunk) vampire. (Man what a bad HR manager…).

Jacob, Mark and Burt aren’t on here because they don’t appear in the office. (And I don’t think Jacob actually celebrates Halloween, at least not after that prank death pulled lol).

[woodiebugg]

More Have a Nice Death fanart. This time of all who reside in Deaths office. I just find the big bonsai tree in Deaths office. its so pretty and i wanted to do something with it.

[twilight-hills]

Lmao

[earenwen-leafwhisper]

The handmaid and the dragons part 2

---Part 1---

Summary: The last Farewell of Alyssa, pain not only one personne. A prince needed to talk.

Pairing: Baelon Targaryen x servant reader, Child Daemon Targaryen x servant reader and Child Viserys Targaryen x servant reader (all platonic)

Trigger warning: death, mourning and funeral, tears

Note from the author: part a little shorter than the first part, but I wanted to focus on an event. Like the first part, the reader is not described physically.

English is not my native tongue, if mistakes have been able to pass my correction, I will correct them soon

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The fog was falling on the area, heavy clouds covered the sky and darkened the landscape. A veil of sadness covered the castle.

The sisters of silence had walked from the great septuary. The servants, lords, and ladys were all looking sad and mourning. If it were not the sound of the armor of the guards and the wind blowing in the streets of King’s Landing, the castle was nothing but a dead silence.

Queen Alysanne was to stay with the children for two days. On the third day, you looked at Viserys and Daemon, you tried to keep your tears and deep sadness secret, your heart tight, you helped the children getting ready. Viserys had red eyes and ate, having cried since the time when the masters had refused to let the children see their mother. Baelon was so devasted that seeing Viserys in this state, had him so hurted to see him, that he turned back and refused to see the children not wanting to show them how devastated he was, so see them sad. He wanted to show himself strong for them, despite the emptiness he felt in the place of his heart.

Daemon was still too young to understand clearly all that had happened, he asked after his mother, but the servants, nannies and Targaryen only replied that he could not see her.

The evening when you were walking around and Viserys was crying, you tried to stay calm and nice.

"Where is Mom?"

"In a better world, little prince..." Daemon and Viserys looked at you with their child’s eyes, not understanding why their mother had left without them.

That night, you told them a story you had already heard (from family, friends, others), a metaphor about death and life after it, whether for the people who are grieving, or the person who died and his crossing into the afterlife.

After all, it also helped you in some way to mourn your loss, which was quick because of your position as a servant. Even if deep down you where hurt.

The next morning, you woke up earlier than usual, you had given yourself the task of looking after the children, to get in the easier task for the other servants not to have to look after them. It was the best way for you not to end up breaking down.

The clothes had been taken and organized in order to optimize their change of outfit, a basin of hot water was placed so that they could wash off their night of sleep more or less agitate. Everything was close and yet you did not want to wake them, you wanted to leave them in the realm of dreams. But it was necessary to wake them up, for their final goodbye with their mother.

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The wind had faded as everyone gathered around the funeral pyre. Baelon was in front of everyone, near the body of Alyssa, his shoulders were shaken by his sobs. The queen took Daemon in her arms to bring him near Alyssa.

"Why is mommy hiding? Why is Dad crying? Why is Vhagar here? Will mommy wake up?"

 

And so on the questions were. Follows from Viserys, who tried not to cry. You could hear him sniffing, wiping his eyes with the sleeve of his tunic. With a broken voice, he said goodbye to his mother, he laid down small flowers picked on the way up the hill. wanting something cute to be near his mother.

Viserys and Daemon stood side by side behind their father. Jaehaeris and Alysanne stood a few steps away from them, as did some of the royal family, like prince Aemon and his wife Jocelyne Baratheon. The guards were posted not far from them, and finally a few more steps away, you stood with some servants, some of them were your friends, everyone were in different level sad, some people at the edges of crying. You could hear people sobbing, although everyone tried to keep up a good figure, appearances were not misleading.

Baelon took some time before moving back from the pyr, Aemon having approached him and placed his hands on his shoulders in order to support him in this terrible event. It is with a hoarse and broken voice that he says to fear word in High Valyrian.

"Dracarys..."

Vhaegar looked at Baelon, her gigantic head slowly moving, the dragon watching Baelon, you thought to see a gleam of understanding in the dragon’s eyes, but quickly pulled out this idea from your head when you heard the small voice of Daemon.

"Mommy ?" His voice was filled with misunderstanding and concern.

When Vhaegar moved her head to line up to set the fire, Daemon grabbed Viserys' tunic and shaked him. When the flames touched the woods, Daemon screamed.

"Big brother! Mommy’s is hurted !! "

But Viserys did not move, tears running down his cheeks. Daemon ran to Baelon.

"Daddy! Mommy’s hurt!!!"

He clings to the leg of a Baelon crying in Aemon’s arms, shaking him and screaming at full lung, tears begin to flow down his cheeks. He looked at his grandparents but they kept a steady face, which did not give confidence to Daemon.

When he see you, he runned towards you, you put yourself on his level and took him in your arms.

"Y/nickname! They hurt mommy!! Please!! Help her!!!"

"I’m sorry, Daemon, I can’t do anything..."

"A magic kiss!"

"A magic kiss can’t help your mommy... I’m sorry..." Your last words were between soft sob.

When Daemon saw you crying, he cried even more, punching on your shoulders, sad and angry at you. He did not speak to you for a week. It's hurted him, that people not helped him in the face of the flames of Vhaegar.

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A few days after the funeral, while you were washing the sheets of the rooms that were assigned to you during the day. You saw prince Baelon walking towards you. You were seated in the lavender’s basin, near other servants. The prince’s presence was not at all customary. He approached with a sure and fast pace. He stopped only once in front of you.

"Leave us." His voice left no choice to the servants present, who with a nod of the head went away. "We must speak."

You looked at the prince, while laying the linen to be taken from you, and let him speak.

"You have always been close to Alyssa..." Her eyes are darkened by the mention of his late wife. "And my children."

"That’s right my prince." This talk with Baelon made you uncomfortable, because you spoke very little to him now even less.

"Alyssa loved you very much, my sons also like you very much..."

Baelon sighed and sat down on the edge of the basin, you could see his purple eyes, circled by purple mark, the features of his face slightly dig in, you worried about him.

"I should not have gone into this war against Dorne... I should have stayed with her..."

"My prince... All hoped that the princess would recover... The maesters took care of her... We were all there... Her loss is a tragedy for all of us and even more so, for you and your sons. At least you were there, she knew you were safe and sound." You didn’t know if your words could help him but you tried anyway.

"What would have happened if I wasn’t here?!"

"Your sons would have been by her side, your mother would have been by her side, we wouldn’t have let her go alone."

Baelon began to weep, tears slowly flowing from his eyes.

"Why her ? What did I do to lose her ?"

"Nothing wrong, my prince..."

"I never cheated on her, never had bastards... And... And..." Baelon’s not going to continue his cries taking the lead.

"I’m sorry my prince..." You don’t look at him anymore, leaving a hesitant hand, to rest on one of his shoulders.

You felt him redeem, at the touch of your hand, but say nothing, leaving completely to his sadness.

"You are not alone, my prince... We are here to support you"

Baelon remained in the basin for several hours, showing his grief completely. It gripped your heart, you could not imagine how much it had to be destroyed within itself. It was in silence that you finished your washing, at the prince’s expense.

"You go to Daemon and Viserys?"

"After changing the sheets of Prince Aegon’s crib."

"How do my children react?"

"They miss you, my prince... It would be good for them to see you." Baelon looked at you with his purple eyes. " They need you my prince, you have lost your wife, but they have lost their mother... Let them not lose their father too. "

"Yes... you’re right... but it’s so hard..."

"Seeing them might do you some good, my prince." Baelon looked at you and you smiled softly.

“Maybe... yes...”

Baelon nodded his head, before moving to your side towards the castle. Your arms carrying baskets of linens. The wind blew gently, letting fly away the few dead leaves that had formed in this early autumn.

 

"My prince, I hope that one day your heart will find peace..."

“I doubt that will ever happen.”

"We don’t know what the future holds for us, my prince, your sons may give you some peace."

“The void left by Alyssa is so great...”

"But your sons are present, they hold your heart."

 

Baelon shook his head slightly, think of your words, full of optimism, that optimism which had been torn away from him for several days.

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Tag list : @avalyaaa

[targayrenss]

A Dance With Dragons (I) -Daemon Targaryen x Velaryon Oc

pairing:Daemon Targaryen x Velaryon Oc

Content: Incest, Age-Gap,Angst

Jocelyn had never met her father's sister, but according to him, they were both very alike.

After her uncomfortable funeral, Jocelyn decided to go to the beach to soak her feet a bit, that was the excuse she gave her mother to get out of that uncomfortable place.

Looking at the sea she thought about how nice it would be to have a funeral like her aunt's, they were born from the sea and in her death they would return to hers, Jocelyn always thought of her as more Velaryon than Targaryen.

She loved her mother's house, she loved her dragon, star, she and her dragon shared a very special bond, Jocelyn loved everything about her dragon, from her star-like white eyes to her sea-blue scales.

She knew that one day it would be the dragon of one of her future children that would burn her body, she would rather become another fish in the sea than be reduced to ashes.

"I see your father didn't lie when he said you're the spitting image of him." Jocelyn tilted her head to see the owner of that voice.

Daemon Targaryen, Jocelyn had never met her uncle nor was she interested in doing so, and apparently her mother had no interest in her meeting him either.

—Uncle, I am very sorry for your loss, I would have loved to meet my aunt, my father always tells me the stories of his childhood shared with his sister

Daemon didn't answer but smiled at her, Jocelyn thought that was it so she turned her gaze back to the sea.

The prince took a seat on the sand next to her—It's beautiful, isn't it? I've never been so interested in the sea but now I can see how beautiful it is.

Jocelyn just nodded.

As she watched the sea, Daemon looked at her.

Jocelyn doubted if what she was going to ask was appropriate, she was comfortable and she was afraid that her question would ruin everything.

—Do you think I'll be a good queen?

-Who are they?

—Everyone! Everyone will hate me, they minimized my reign, the mother says that I will get married soon, the people will see my husband as their king, not as a king consort.

Smart girl, she was right in everything she said but at least she knows the truth, not like her mother who is completely blind to people's opinions.

—Whether they hate you or not, they will have to accept you as their queen, and if they don't, don't hesitate to burn them to ashes.

Jocelyn and Daemon looked at each other, both smiling at each other.

"My prince! Princess! His presence is requested in the throne room." The guard looked quite agitated.

Daemon took Jocelyn's shoulder and led them both into the living room.

The closer they got they could hear the screams coming from inside, Jocelyn hurried on until she flung open the door.

Everyone's attention fell on the young princess and the Daemon prince.

“Luke! Jace! What happened?” Jocelyn knelt down to her smallest brother's level, “Come on, show your sister.

“They attacked me!” Jocelyn looked from her to Aemond, the poor man mutilated.

Jocelyn shared a look with Daemon which did not go unnoticed by Rhaenyra.

She didn't know when or how, but the queen had thrown herself at her mother with a knife in her hand, managing to make a big cut on her arm.

"Enough, we can't go on like this! We're family!" Viserys yelled at everyone, "I'm not going to allow this family to separate anymore."

Jocelyn felt the king's gaze on her.

"My granddaughter, Jocelyn, and my son Aegon will marry, they will both inherit Dragonstone, and when their time comes, they will both reign together."

"Father." Rhaenyra tried to convince her father that this was a bad idea.

—It's an order! My granddaughter has already bled but she will be until she is sixteen days old when they should get married.

Jocelyn couldn't believe that she would have to marry Aegon, it was the compensation prize for a fight neither of them were involved in.

She went to sleep thinking that everything would improve but she did not, when she woke up she went directly to her father's funeral.

When her father's ashes were thrown into the sea, she Jocelyn headed to the beach hoping that if she went into the sea she would feel her father one last time.

Lost in her thoughts, she did not hear the footsteps that followed her.

"Sorry for your loss, niece."

Jocelyn was slow to answer, once again wondering if what was about to come out of her mouth was for the best, but she did.

I need you to do something for me, man.

Jocelyn turned back, seeing her uncle, he had more than thirty days of his name, he was taller than her, Jocelyn thought that even if she wasn't a girl he would still be taller than her, his eyes are the darkest violet she has ever seen.

"Take me to Dragonstone and make me your wife."

[kilvalir]

kilvalir's choices works

Below the read more, you will find a compilation of all the choices content I've made so far. Beware of it lives within spoilers, not all the titles of the works ahead are spoiler-free.

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These are the tags I normally use on my own creations.

Writing: #my writing Edits: #my edits Memes: #my memes Below are the tags I use for my own favourite it lives within main character, mr pink-hair up there, Vax Vũ-Verdant, and all content related to him, including those made by me, and those not made by me. Vax in general: #OC: Vax Vax with Lincoln: #Vaxlinc

Writing

A note on trigger warnings: all my writing lists any potential content warnings at the top of the work, with the work itself under a "read more" button.

1. Lincoln x MC angst fic - Heal what has been hurt (change the fate's design), part 1, part 2 2. Abel x MC ficlet - click 3. Excerpt of an unfinished Abel x MC angst - click 4. Abel x MC (ish) - a sinister Judas Kiss piece - click 5. Abel x MC joke fic - click 6. Pictures of You - ILW Main Cast Angst - click 7. In Progress Lincoln x MC Angst - part 1 8. Excerpt of a soft Lincoln x MC WIP - click 9. Little ILW MC Angst Piece - click

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Fake CGS and Book Covers:

1. Bashful Abel in a suit - click 2. Horror Abel - click⚠️GUNS ⚠️ 3. Horror Abel looming behind ILW MC - click ⚠️BODY HORROR ⚠️ 4. Suited Up Abel Leaning - click 5. ILW MC (Feens!) striding menacingly through an alley - click 6. Eiko x MOTY MC cover edit - click 7. Abel x ILW MC (Hilkka) reading by a tree - click 8. Blades MC (Raine) flying on a drake - click 9. Blades MC (Maiele), Tyril, and Imtura in battle - click

Sprite Edits (Part 1!):

1. Abel in Rowan's glasses - click 2. Sleeveless Abel with long hair - click 3. Long-hair Abel in a flower crown - click 4. ILW MC in Abel's sweater - click 5. Pirate Abel #1 - click 6. Pirate Abel #2 - click 7. Pirate Abel #3 - click 8. Horror Abel - click ⚠️BODY HORROR ⚠️ 9. Grandpa Abel - click 10. Crying Abel - click ⚠️DEATH AND ILW SPOILERS ⚠️ 11. Bearded Abel and beardless Lincoln - click 12. Merman Abel - click 13. Abel x ILW MC heist suits - click 14. Amalia dressed as her younger self - click 15. Lincoln dressed as his younger self - click 16. Beckett (TE) as a wood nymph - click 17. Lincoln as an elf - click 18. Tom as a mage - click 19. Jean Jacket Lincoln with his hair down - click 20. Nik Ryder if he was in ATV - click 21. ILW MC (Vax) lookbook - click ⚠️ILW SPOILERS ⚠️ 22. ILW MC (Vax) expressions - click 23. ILW MC (Vax) in the ILW ballroom dress - click 24. ILW MC (Vax) in an immortal desires dress - click ⚠️ILW SPOILERS ⚠️ 25. ILW MC (Rowan) as a snow queen - click 26. TE MC (Anitha) as a mermaid - click 27. Blades MC as a shadow court member - click 28. Desire and Decorum MC as a fairy - click 29. ILW MC (Vax) pride edits - click

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30. Lincoln x MC edits - click⚠️ILW SPOILERS ⚠️ 31. ILW MC's Goth Mom - click

Misc. Edits:

1. Rheya (BB) fragment piece, with the cracks removed - click ⚠️BLOOD AND BLOODBOUND B2 SPOILERS⚠️ 2. Abel Valentines Cards - click 3. Abel Moodboard - click 4. Gaius (BB) fragment piece, with the cracks removed - click ⚠️BLOOD, DEAD PEOPLE, AND BLOODBOUND B1 SPOILERS⚠️

Memes

1. Abel vs Horror Connor - click 2. Abel, Jocelyn, and ILW mc - someone will die... - click 3. Horror Connor when you flirt with more than one person - click 4. Abel, Annie, and mentioned MC - she thinks it's fancy? - click 5. Lincoln x MC - a smile might be nice... - click 6. Devon, Power MC - I'm literally shaking.. - click 7. Abel x MC - no principles - click 8. MC and most LIs - please sir, can I have some more? - click 9. Lincoln x MC - breakfast takes a turn - click 10. Abel and Lincoln - on the matter of sleep.. click 11. ILW MC - the key to happiness.. click 12. Abel & ILW MC - frown meme uno reverse (follow up to #5) - click

[joju-but-trek]

Doctor Who Season 14, Episode 1: Space Babies

Well, that was a lot.

This episode had to do two things: it had to introduce this era of Doctor Who and it had to tell a good story. It did both of those well, but I think it was better at the first than at the second.

I do recommend this episode to people, and if you've never seen Doctor Who before it is a very good place to start.

I'm putting specifics and spoilers under the cut.

As I said, this episode had to do two things. It had to introduce the era and it had to be a good story.

It did the first of those really well, with a very effective opening scene answering all the questions about what Doctor Who is and who the Doctor is. I like that the Doctor is past the past traumas, and accepts that they happened but isn't overly focused on them. It's a good continuation of the specials and a fun angle.

The second one is the ultimate question of if this is a good story. And I think structurally it is. I liked the mystery and how it unfolded, and the twist with the boogeyman is effective. I just don't particularly like the space babies - something about them just felt off to me and didn't work. I also don't like that they save the semisentient pile of boogers with the power of a collective fart.

Doctor Who has always been incredibly weird, and that's part of what I like about it, but the specifics in this episode felt like they were trying too hard.

I really like the Doctor here. I like that he loves what he's doing and Ncuti Gatwa does a really good job at getting the audience as excited as he is. I also like Ruby, but I would like to see more of her outside of the mystery hook.

Here are some of my favorite weird details of the episode:

The TARDIS has a butterfly compensator now. I'm here for that.

Jocelyn was fun, and I like that she managed to swear

I can't believe that they got away with a fakeout child death in the first regular Disney episode

A lot of the budget is going to make the TARDIS actually move. On camera. That's nice.

Did anyone else think that the Doctor taking Ruby to visit a space station with new life was a cool parallel to the Doctor taking Rose to the end of the world in the last first RTD episode?

I don't know if I'm going to blog all the new episodes like this. I'd definitely like to, I just don't want to commit. I haven't even seen episode 2 yet. It might suck and I'll have to call off this whole project.

In case I do make a numbering system, 7/10.

[protege-not-protagonist]

Criminal Minds: The Protégé Chapter 2

Ch 2: Tangents

Blurb: After deciding to leave the BAU, Spencer is now a full time professor at the FBI Academy, teaching profiling and criminology. Spencer is struggling to live life without the BAU, but that is to be expected when it has been all he has known for almost 2 decades. The BAU meanwhile, struggled to find someone to fill the genius shaped hole in the team when he left, and they still are struggling. At least, that's how the newest profiler, Agent Grace Matthews feels. Grace is good at what she's good at, it's why the bureau accepted her earlier than most. But how could anyone live up Dr. Reid's legacy? So, when Grace answers a call intended for her desk's previous owner, she jumps at the chance to meet her predecessor and ask him for some advice. Together, they find a kinship… but unfortunately, they also uncover a disturbing pattern in the deaths of inmates and patients the BAU have helped put away.

Masterlist

Previous chapter

Audience: recommened mature audience for depictions of violence and sexual references

TW: murder, prison, criminology

Five years ago: Honolulu women's state penitentiary, Hawaii, April 29th 2017

‘I'm SSA Rossi with the FBI’s Behavioural Analysis Unit. Can I get you to state your name for the record?’

‘Helen Fitzpatrick.’ She answered flatly.

‘And how old are you Helen?’

‘I…I’m um seve-eighteen.’ She then looked up at him again and glanced across at his files. ‘The FBI? You shouldn't be here, they haven't found Jocelyn yet, and even if you had that's only two. Three's the magic number… Why are you here?’

Rossi observed her expression and chose his next words. Obviously, she was mis-speaking on the number of her victims to attempt to get him to draw it out of her. So she could relive it. ‘We are interested in the profile of this case, it has a unique element,’ he began vaguely. Last thing he wanted to do was stoke her ego.

‘You mean the psychopathic, sexual sadist element, traditionally there aren’t really any women who fit that typology…that’s why you’re here, you think I’m the first?’ she stated. Her expression was neutral.

‘Well, Are you?’

‘I don’t know, you're the expert.’ She looked away and began bouncing her leg again.

Rossi didn’t know what to make of it, usually it would mean she was nervous, but something about it seemed off. It seemed like there was more agitation than nervousness. He noted it down.

‘Your lawyer said you were willing to cooperate with anyone other than Kauai PD, so what do you have to tell us Helen?’

‘What do you want to know?’

‘Well, I think I’d like to talk about James Peterson and Christina Yuki, , but we are keen to hear about Jocelyn as well. Where is she Helen?'

‘Mr Peterson?’ A confused expression painted her face, well he assumed it was painted. ‘So there is three?’

‘Your first victim,’ He explained. ‘You did confess to his murder, didn’t you? That is your signature on the statement there isn’t it?’

She frowned. ‘I did confess… Are you sure he was killed first?’ Her tone was questioning, but not in a mocking tone, like he expected from most unsubs. It seemed more puzzled.

‘Does that upset you?’

‘It does, Mr Peterson was my Gym teacher, and he was a nice one. Nice to kids like me, you know? Was he buried like the Christina? Was he not reported missing? It's been eight months?’

He knew this play; it was play for attention. She was trying to get details relayed back to her, looking for a sense of accomplishment. He gave her the bare minimum. ‘He was found near a campsite about a month after you went in here.’

‘Good, good,’ she nodded absently. ‘He wasn’t hidden for too long. Eight months is a long time, I can't imagine how Jocelyn's family feel.’ She slouched down to lay her head on the table.

Was this kid for real? It irked him. Usually, those kinds of words would be a gloat, a taunt. But the way she spoke and her tone seemed genuine. But then there was the body language. It swung between disinterest and hyper attentiveness. Her eyes were unfocused, like she was out of it, yet trying to stay focused. He made his notes and continued the interview.

‘If you wanted them to be found, why'd you go to so much effort to bury them so well. Why do you do it? Burying victims is unusual. How do you choose your locations?'

Helen looked up at him briefly and began to laugh, letting her head slump on the table. He barely heard her mumble, 'Even he thinks they're buried well.'

Now he was pissed off, and he wasn’t in the mood to try hide it. 'I don't see what's funny Helen.'

She stopped and sat up straight, ‘If I help you find Jocelyn’s body, will you let me transfer to federal prison?’ she asked suddenly, perking up.

Rossi shook his head in disbelief and scoffed.

‘Sure, we can talk with the DA, but it will be difficult considering you’ve already been sentenced-‘

‘No, it’s not. You guys make deals all the time,’ she sat forward, determined now. ‘I know you do, I’ve read your books Agent Rossi.’

‘Is there a reason you are trying this now, Helen?’

‘I've been weighing options, do I drag my family to court, put them and my neighbours on a stand for the chance of pleading insanity and getting put in a mental facility where they try to treat me, or stay with the lifers here and get worse. Or now with you here, do I cut a deal, and try to get into Federal Prison, where I can sleep with both my eyes closed and get a decent doctor to help me.’

‘So let me get this straight, you don’t want to put your family through a retrial, you know you need help, and you hope they find your victims? Is that right?’ he asked with a sarcastic chuckle, ‘See that’s empathy Helen, but you don’t have that, do you? You brutally tortured, killed and assaulted two women and a man-’

Helen cut him off, ‘Assaulted then killed, there was no necro-wait, wait Mr Peterson was assaulted too?’ She frowned.

He ignored her. Mr Peterson hadn’t been sexually assaulted. If the police’s profile was right, if she was a sexual sadist, she was trying to get him to talk more details of the case, reliving the event. But she wasn’t enjoying the details that were relayed to her, she wasn’t toying with him like she should be. And that was not even taking into account that right then, she seemed to display that she had an understanding of empathy and morals, not behaviour congruent to someone with extreme Anti-Social Personality Disorder. If the profile was wrong… which he was suspecting it was with every second he spent in this room. He needed to find out how wrong they were.

He continued, ‘Then you load them in your truck, and go out into the rainforest and you bury them deep, and mark their graves, which shows remorse-’

‘Does it?’ She scoffed, ‘Does it Agent Rossi? You aren’t as smart as I thought you were, psychopaths don’t feel remorse, neither do sexual sadists. Or is that why you're here? The profile doesn’t add up? Look’s like someone’s made a mistake.’ She snickered.

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Quantico, FBI Academy VA Thursday July 2023 11:58 am

The walk over to the coffee van was interspersed with a bit of small talk. He asked how his colleagues were going. As far as he knew, everyone was still there and Garcia had reluctantly returned. He had always stayed in touch with Garcia. He also often saw JJ and the boys. Occasionally he would catch up with Emily and they would see a foreign film together. The other members he would admit, he hadn’t seen this year. Rossi had dropped off the radar after Crystal passed away. Tara had been busy with life. He knew Simmons had returned to the BAU after their special assignment. Luke had been busy as well from what he could gather.

From what he heard, the team had only recently been put back together. What Agent Matthews told him confirmed that. With Deputy Director Bailey now, sadly, out of the picture, the team had been restored as well as most of its resources. After the Sicarius case had been wrapped up last year, and Spencer had tendered his resignation, the BAU had a period of trialling different candidates for the position. Each potential team member was put on a roster and given cases to consult on so they could be assessed.

Grace had been vaguely been involved with the BAU earlier that year because she had been a lead investigator on the forensic team that worked the Sicarius case. She also told him she had known Rossi from before she even studied at the academy. Her work had caught Prentiss’ attention. But Rossi had been the one to write her a letter of recommendation and convince Grace to put her name forward as a candidate. After three probationary cases, Prentiss had chosen her. She had officially been with the BAU for eight months now.

Matthews explained she initially had trouble becoming as familiar with the team, because they were already quite close with each other and she was now the youngest member by a significant margin. But she said everyone had been welcoming. Garcia and her in particular got on well, and had recently gone to a fantasy novel convention together.

Unintentionally, she seemed to have become the ‘office baby.’ She was adamant that she didn’t mind. She said it felt oddly comforting to have someone watching out for her. Spencer tried not to profile what that meant about her psyche.

She asked him how he was finding teaching. He loved it. He missed his team, and he missed the feeling that came when he knew they made an arrest. But there was just something about the special assignment with Simmons that made him question everything. And it wasn’t some traumatic incident. It wasn’t some new godforsaken horror that had finally been enough for him. It was just living with Matt, for four months. Watching him call his family every chance he got and helping him film videos of him singing happy birthday to his kids. It was eating take out in hotel rooms and Simmons only ever talking about his family and his life and then him, only being able to reply with statistics, and fun facts.

And Spencer had always known it. He’d seen everyone around him have a life outside of work. He used to think he did. But after months with Simmons, he realised he didn’t, not really.

Spencer had tried to go back and find a balance, that is why tried part time in 2020 originally. But the BAU wasn’t something he could just give half his time to. It demanded all of him. And when he realised that one year, one week and two days ago, he decided to leave. He knew if he stayed, he’d keep putting everything into it, he’d never settle down, never find someone, never have kids. Derrek had been right all those years ago, the job wears people down. And if anything showed just how much the job had gotten to him, it was his interaction with Matthews this morning.

Spencer could never walk the streets and see just people. He saw suspects, and unknown subjects. He watched from the bench as Agent Matthews ordered their coffee and muffins. He didn’t want to, but he saw how much he had changed in his almost two decades of the job. In her smile, her braids, and her soft cardigan, he saw himself on his 24th birthday, in that stupid birthday cake hat, trying to blow out trick candles in 2006. How long it would take until she didn’t smile when she ordered coffee? How long until she ran from inquisitive ex-students in the hallway? How long until she couldn’t recognise herself in her old ID photos?

She sat down and pulled a few files from her messenger bag. No wonder she had clutched it so tightly, she was not supposed to take files without permission.

‘Don't worry these are abridged copies, I print them for readability and annotations, but I don’t like having photos out where people can see them,' she explained, seeming to eerily read his mind. She placed them on her lap keeping them closed and face down.

‘So… I guess I've wanted to meet you for a while now because,’ She fidgeted with her hands, ‘Well, there is no easy way to say this, but it feels like my colleagues expect me to replace you and I'm struggling to live up to the expectations.’

‘How do you mean?’ he frowned.

‘I know it’s been a year since you left fully, life goes on you know, they managed without you, managed without me. But when I joined, the first case I had, the one I consulted on, I was brought in because I was an expert. I was at my most knowledgeable and confident. I mean, not that I’m not good at profiling, but I guess I did something in that first case, when I was at my best, that made them think I was like you, you know a genius, good at everything. And they ask me things that I don’t know how to do, or expect me to know things. And they never say it, but there is always a disappointed look in people’s eyes when I tell them I don’t know. I don't know statistics, or how many people live in a certain city. It’s a big hole to fill, and I trying to work out how big. What were you especially good at? How can I be what the team needs me to be? How do I be like you?’

He just stared at her. What was he supposed to say to that?

‘Agent Matthews, I’m sorry to tell you, I don’t know the answer, other than you can’t be me, just like I can’t be you.’

She quietly chuckled to herself at that. ‘Finally, something you don’t know.’

He smiled. At least she was good humoured about it.

‘What are you an expert in, if you don’t mind me asking?’

‘My BA is in Archaeology, with specialisation in forensics and sociology. I worked two and half years in forensics for CASMIRC before the BAU. My thing is overkill, mutilation, Unusual or improvised weapons, and rituals involving burials.’

He did the math. She would have been 21 when she was admitted to the bureau? Probably 20 when admitted into the academy. She had already been an agent by the time she had been taking his classes. So it had to be extracurricular study, or specialisation then. He doubted his colleagues were as disappointed as she thought they were.

'Well, Agent Matthews, it sounds like you were picked because you were the best candidate for the job. Have you talked to Emily about it, is she still the Section chief?’

‘Yeah I have, she told me she is happy with my performance, but that doesn’t change any unspoken expectations. I feel like I’m some Spirit of Halloween's off-brand costume version. I thought it wouldn’t hurt to talk to the legend himself.’

‘Legend?’

She laughed, ‘Umm, yeah, you're a pretty big deal in the bureau, don’t let it go to your head though, Alvez said you don't need to have any more titles.’

‘Sounds like him,’ he chuckled. ‘Well, when I was in the field, I often would do detailed geographic profiles. I actually did one of my thesis on them. Is that something they ask you to do?’

‘Yes!’ she exclaimed, ‘Exactly! When Simmons isn’t there, I would work one up… nevermind that I had to teach myself how to do it the first time cause everyone assumed I knew how and left me alone at this police station in the middle of nowhere… but every time I do one, Prentis or Rossi will come back and ask me something like, “can you pinpoint all the homes built in 1973, with left-handed children under 9?” Like could you do that? I am crazy for saying no?’

He smirked at her over-dramatics, ‘Well not on my own, that is where I would ask Garcia to help with the building ages, but the handedness of someone is something you have to observe in person so I imagine that would be difficult. But I’m assuming you're being hyperbolic to illustrate a point.’

‘Maybe just a little,’ she snorted.

Grace’s name was called out and he got up to get their order. He glanced at her drink she had gotten for herself and handed it to her along with her muffin. It was bright green and milky. Matcha perhaps? She did say she preferred tea.

‘What you would include in your geographic profiles? What would you say is your standard set of facts you know about a place when you get there?’

He thought about it for a moment, he never considered that his profiles had been extra detailed, but he supposed, compared to what was taught at the academy, they were significantly more detailed.

‘Well, as well as the points you used to generate your comfort zone, like the victims' homes, kill sites, disposal sites and abduction points, I would include points of interest like public places; parks, churches, lakes, malls, and also get to learn the demographics of an area. Essentially, when you do a geographic profile, as well as a comfort zone, you also want to know how the average person in that zone lives their life and what would stick out as odd, who would fit in and who wouldn’t, that helps shape who a likely unsub is. You want to know where they shop, where they go for fun, where they would work, where they would spend their free time. And it's going to change everywhere you go, no two places are the same.’

‘And you would just know that stuff off the top of your head?’ She asked, taking a sip of her drink.

‘Sometimes, but I’m me. As for statistics and facts, you only really need to learn statistics related to demographics and facts about a place if they are what make it unique. Like if it’s a tourist town, it might be worthwhile knowing where most of the visitors come from, then, if tourists are involved you might be able to predict if state lines are being crossed. Industries are important too, knowing what a town’s main industry is and being familiar with it can really help when things seem to be motivated by money. But I think the broader your knowledge the better, but you seem to have that covered. And you’re young, you’ve got time to learn, and you have Garcia to help you, it’s okay to ask her to look up things like demographics, it's a few clicks away for her and she’s always happy to help.’

He took a sip of his coffee and suddenly felt struck with a sense of déjà vu, except it was now him telling someone they were still young.

‘Believe it or not, Agent Matthews I don’t know everything… see before I read your term paper I never knew about the Leonski case. I’m sure you’ve got other things that I don’t know stored in there. How did you know about that case by the way? It’s not exactly one that comes up on the first google results page for serial killers?’

‘You know how to use google? Could have sworn you told me you didn’t know how to use your email calendar earlier,’ she joked.

He shrugged, ‘It’s old age.’ They both grinned at each other.

Matthews took another sip before she answered, ‘I had to do this history essay in high school on America's involvement in World War Two. I focused on America as an occupying force during and after the war, cause everyone always chooses Pearl Harbour, Atomic Bombs or the Battle of the Coral Sea. I wanted to know more about a footnote in the textbook, it said something like; it’s often the case that crime rates sky rocket during war periods, and soldiers on leave are a high proportion of violent offenders. I always found that interesting, the power and status that comes with being a soldier during war times and what the rationalisation of, “Oh well I could die soon, doesn’t matter” does to a person’s moral compass.

'It was an interesting rabbit hole. Like, did you know that there was a two-day riot in one of Australia’s state capitals, Brisbane in 1942? One Australian soldier was killed and hundreds of citizens and servicemen on both sides were wounded. The exact details of the event are vague. The riot was censored heavily in the press, especially censored from the US by General MacArthur. There were many reasons tensions were so high between Australians and the US army, but it was largely due to the publicity of the Leonski case that same month, even though those murders happened in a completely different city and state… I mean I could talk all day about it but I'm getting a bit off topic… Sorry.’ She apologised and looked down at the files on her lap.

‘No, no, that’s fascinating. I take it you like history?’ He smiled. She was obviously very passionate about it. He was beginning to see what she meant when she said it felt like the team compared her to him. It was no secret he loved to go on a tangent.

She perked up again, ‘Love it. Ancient is my favourite. And I will be controversial and say Dark Ages-’

‘Oooh bold of you,’ He mocked a wince.

She laughed, both finding humour that only those knowledgeable in the field would understand.

‘Look I know scholars will get up in arms about how absence of written sources and excessive violence doesn't mean people weren't enlightened, but until they can come up with a better name for it other than pre-medieval or post iron age, I will just say Dark Ages. I mean it started with a massive volcanic eruption in the 6th century that plunged Europe into a mini ice-age and literally blocked out the sun. The whole period is defined by raiding and “migration” that occurred because of resource shortages. Dark Ages is a fitting term, and I will die on that hill. Oh actually, speaking of dying on hills, I heard you did a symposium on Medieval Violence and Criminology. Are you going to teach that content again?’

He finished his mouthful of muffin and thought about how to tell her it wasn’t the most in demand topic. If it ever did happen again, it was not going to be anytime soon.

‘If there's an interest in it, maybe but, I can send you a copy of my notes if you want?’ He frowned when her face fell a little.

‘Yeah, okay… sounds good.’ She glanced at the file on her lap and shifted in her seat. ‘I uh, should move on to—I actually have a reason other than personal curiosity to be here, Dr. Reid. I mentioned I had some news and um, well, this is where the pleasantries end I’m afraid…’ she passed him a file labelled;

‘#20061104WL: NATHAN HARRIS’

It was a case he remembered very well, from a long time ago. Nathan was the young sexual sadist that had approached him at the metro station asking for help. They had stopped him from killing anyone, including himself. He was institutionalised and put on their watch list. But he had kept checking in on Nathan occasionally. It was one of those cases that just impacted him deeper than others. He had been the one that saved his life. Hesitantly, he took the file she offered him and sighed as he opened it.

Spencer’s brows furrowed in confusion. The typeset was strange. The font had been changed to Comic Sans. Then there were the words themselves; they had random parts of them bolded in groups of three or four letters. She would have to have some program on her computers that would format the files this way. He scanned the pages of her file, it was difficult for him to read, he couldn't get over the partly bolded words, he kept trying to find a pattern in it, like it was a code. What did it mean?

The answer came to him as he pieced the odd format with every term paper Grace had written and exam short answers she typed. He saw the way her handwritten notes in the margins slanted one way, then the other on a new line. He saw it in the random capitalisation in her letters. She had a habit of starting a sentence small and ending it large and sprawled out. No wonder she didn't seem too enthused by reading his paper and would rather go to a seminar.

‘You have dyslexia?’ He stated more than asked.

Her mouth fell open and she looked at the file in his hand in panic, ‘Oh no, I grabbed the wrong copy.’

‘It’s alright, I’ve memorised this anyway.’ He reassured her. Spencer cast his gaze over her again and saw her demeanour had changed. He recognised it immediately. ‘I don’t see why your ashamed of it, Dyslexia is very common, one in ten people have it-’

‘Um, it’s not really Dyslexia, please don’t tell anyone… only Rossi and Garcia know,’ she cut him off. ‘Dyslexia is when you have trouble recognising and connecting symbols to meanings and phonetic sounds. Mine is actually the opposite, it’s Hyperlexia…’ That puzzled him, he had Hyperlexia too, it’s what allowed him to read so fast. ‘...But I have ADHD, so there are too many connections being made. When I read, my brain processes physical shapes of words, meanings, familiar particles, tries to predict what should be there, and jumps ahead to other words on a page. And all that happens quicker than I can comprehend the sentence. I have to really focus and concentrate.

‘It’s workable, but I take a little longer than the average person to read. Makes it really difficult to proofread, or read aloud and I'm hopeless with numbers and letters not arranged into words or mixed together… number plates kill me.’ She pointed to the file, ‘This is a technique called bionic reading, it essentially allows me to read with my unconscious mind. By only focusing on the bolded letters, it halves the input and gets my brain working on just filling in the blanks rather than anything else.’

He tried to read the file again bearing that in mind, not thinking too hard about the placement of the bolded letters. Spencer nearly fell off the bench. He finished it before even realised he read it.

‘Oh my God.’

‘I know right? Look at you go speed demon. But I can only read like this from my device. And it's not like they format reports like this or… books. Which is a shame, I love stories. I’d get through so many more if reading a digital copy felt as good as reading a physical book.’

‘So wait, you’re telling me you didn't have this strategy to help you while you studied here? Or at school?’

‘No, I only heard of bionic reading a few months ago. Garcia helped me make this program and app.’ She shrugged.

‘That must of been very difficult, and learning to read in the first place would have been-’

‘It's embarrassing, I was barely literate before 4th grade. But one day it clicked when I figured out a system. It's never clicked with numbers though.’

He stared at her, ‘Why didn't you ask for special consideration for your studies?’

She shrugged, ‘I didn’t know I needed it, I was only diagnosed with ADHD recently. Besides, I don't want it. If I can do this well without it… it's worth more, you know?’

With that one sentence Spencer could understand her far deeper than she probably realised. He hated that he profiled her so easily without even meaning to. It was the unspoken rule among profilers; don’t profile each other, and if you did; don’t say anything about it.

Matthews would have struggled academically her whole life, and yet she didn’t seem to realise just how intelligent and adaptive she had been her whole life to make it to where she was without a diagnosis and strategies. If suddenly everyone treated her differently, marked her assignments easier, allowed her extended deadlines, higher grades would not have felt like an accomplishment. Grace would see it as demeaning, an insult. And from her reaction to that suggestion, he could tell Grace felt she had something to prove and felt that her struggles were her own fault. And pair that with feeling inadequate in her position compared to him, meant all her life; she had probably felt second best. If that feeling had been constant enough to affect her like this, it was probably a person she was constantly compared to. A person constantly around, a person she could not distance herself from, which meant it was family; a sibling. Perhaps an older sibling who always did better at school than she did, and she could never figure out why, until recently.

‘I can understand that,’ he nodded.

‘Anyway, the unfortunate part of this meeting. Sorry, I don’t usually do this bit. See, I sit at your old desk in the bullpen and I have your old desk phone extension. Sometimes I get calls that are meant for you. Yesterday, I got a call from Morton Psychiatric Hospital-' He glanced back down at Nathan’s file in his hand. He already knew what she was going to say. Nathan was out. He was killing.

His throat tightened. Matthews' eyes darted everywhere but him as she clasped her hands tightly together. She swallowed before she began again, ‘-Dr Reid, I’m sorry to say, Nathan Harris died Tuesday night. I told them I would inform you.’

He hadn’t expected that. Spencer was glad to be wrong, but he sat in shock. Nathan was dead?

Next chapter

NOTES: I don't know if this should be marked as mature cause it has been ages since I posted a fic on tumblr, have no idea how it's going to handle a criminal minds fic. But oh well. ALSO GRACE AND REID ARE NOT GOING TO BE THE ROMANTIC INTEREST FOR EACH OTHER. IN THE TAGS I TRIED TO MAKE THAT CLEAR BUT I KNOW SOME PEOPLE DON'T READ THEM…. but don't worry I have someone else in mind to pair Spencer with, and Grace might go a bit "Operation parent trap" style to get them together. Also Grace will get a love interest to… Hopefully though she won't be too much like Reid and end up with her very own Graeve. With this fic, I think I'll put specific trigger warnings a the start of each chapter because I plan to have sort of breather chapter in between cases and each case will have a variety of different stuff depending on the unsub. These first few chapters are intended as a bit of fluff and an introduction to Grace. if you love it leave a comment, like reblog question, whatever, it is much appreciated and it really motivates me

[goodqueenaly]

so I've been compiling a list of all the Targaryens whose cause of death we know, and almost all of those missing from the list are women: Septa Rhaella, Daena the Defiant and her sisters, Daenora and her son Maegor, Vaella, Aegon V's sisters Daella and Rhae, Dany's grandmother Shaera and her sister Rhaelle. do you have any theories or worries about how these women may be revealed to have died in F&B 2?

What, me worry about GRRM falling back on death in childbirth in order to get rid of female characters? What, me worry about GRRM showing less interest in female characters compared to their male counterparts? Who could ever have gotten that idea?

(Also I’m assuming you’re only talking about female Targaryens by birth who died post-Fire and Blood Volume 1, because we also don’t know exactly how Visenya died, or Rhaena daughter of Aenys I, or Jaehaerys and Alysanne’s daughter Saera, or if we’re being really technical Aenys’ youngest daughter, Vaella - and that’s not even counting Jaehaerys and Alysanne’s maternal half-sister and later daughter-in-law Jocelyn Baratheon.)

Anyway, yes, I am definitely concerned. My current position is that until and unless we have information guaranteeing that any given female Targaryen did not die in childbirth, I’m mentally preparing myself for news that they died in childbirth. Aegon III’s sisters Baela and/or Rhaena? May have died in childbirth. (I don’t like to think of the implications of killing the former like that in the context of her possibly declining marriage to Alyn and his relationship with Elaena.) Daenora? May have died in childbirth. (Unless she is more like The Accursed Kings’ Clemence of Hungary as the wife of the partial-Louis X-like Aerion Brightflame - I’ll have to think about that in another post.) Maekar’s daughters Daella and/or Rhae? May have died in childbirth. (Although hopefully the former’s possible romance with Dunk will save her.) Egg’s daughter Rhaelle? May have died in childbirth.

And even if childbirth isn’t involved, that doesn’t mean we’ll necessarily get any information on what ultimately happened to these ladies. Given how little GRRM apparently wished to have Dowager Queen Alyssa, crown princess Jocelyn Baratheon, or Princess Alyssa involved in the lives of their royal children, I don’t have a lot of confidence in, say, Queen Shaera lasting long after the accession of Jaehaerys II. Given how little GRRM detailed the lives or ultimate fates of the princess (and would-be heiress)-turned-septa Rhaella and the mentally disabled Princess Gael, I’m not at all confident that GRRM will spend much time on the fate of the princess-turned-septa Rhaena or the mentally disabled would-be heiress Vaella. The lack of any mention of Daena in TWOIAF, especially in connection with her son’s eventual rebellion (remember that she would only have been 51 at the time of the First Blackfyre Rebellion), doesn’t give me a lot of confidence in her surviving long past the birth of Daemon.

(Still hoping that Princess Elaena lives to be 70 and not only gets to be GRRM’s favorite sort of character - the sassy, confident, smart older woman/widow - but specifically sticks up for Egg’s secret marriage for love with Betha Blackwood, using both her own history of marrying for love and her seniority within the royal family. Give me one nice thing, GRRM!)

But hey, GRRM is a great writer! I would love Fire and Blood Volume 2 to tell us a lot more about all of these ladies, and I’m willing to trust that the author has the talent to do just that.

[itlivesproject]

I think the reason why Jocelyn's betrayal hurts is because we, as readers, have been so invested in her redemption. We were supporting her in her quest to be better, even when she wasn't nice to us/our MCs. **Inserts Tyra Banks screaming, "I WAS ROOTING FOR YOU! WE WERE ALL ROOTING FOR YOU! HOW DARE YOU!" gif here** It's the same reason why Noah's betrayal hurt. We/our MCs wanted to help him out of his bad home life and get somewhere better, only for him to send his friends to their deaths.

I suppose that's what makes characters like her and Noah so interesting. You can understand where they came from, and different people feel differently about the justification. Some people never forgave Noah, but I did immediately because I sympathized with him and felt like he was someone with a good heart who was being manipulated. I felt the same way about Jocelyn. But other people may feel differently, and that's okay! You don't have to forgive either of them, but I don't think they deserve eternal, extreme punishments either.

[morismentos]

Who’s your favorite Sorrow? :O

this one’s a hard one but it probably is waldo for me, though of course obligatory i enjoy all the sorrows so so much

while i’m not great at the game LOL, waldo’s fight is always fun to do, i love the dialogue between death and him. and his voice is really good ! his backstory is also really funny to me worlds most homicidal (previous-ish)food service worker

also an extra maxxx

[scarceghost]

I NEED you to see my vision

What if they what if they were a happy married old couple what if they hey what if

Tall queen and her short ass husband

Smooc

This is part of a bigger thing btw that I might finish but anyways smooch 2

THERES MORE OF THEM BUT I WILL NOT SHOW. I JAVE BEEN THINKING NONSTOP ABT THESE SILLIES AND RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

[puredoesnotmeankind]

ILITW!MC Profile

I saw quite a few MC character profiles floating around and decided to make my own. And ofc I made it for MC of all-time.

More headcanons under the cut

-ENFJ, 6w7

-Dating Noah Marshall

-He has a Peruvian Father and Indian (Tamil specifically) Mother

-Doesn't have a super close relationship with parents. He loves them of course, and vice versa but they're often busy and don't have much time for him. Even apart from that, they struggle to understand him and he gets the impression that they're disappointed in how he turned out.

-Is clever, intuitive and quick-witted and has picked up many skills (first aid, hair-dressing, photography, sewing, sketching) but has never truly excelled in any particular area and lacks academic intelligence

-Lacks passion which is a source of insecurity for him and feels he'll never get anywhere in life

-Loves gifts, both giving and getting, and really gets into trying to select the perfect gift for friends

-Alternates between soft grunge and goth aesthetic, and is rather particular about clothing

-has dyed hair several times and experimented with different hairstyles, to the point most people forgot how it actually looks. After ILW, he finally let's it grow out

-Has multiple piercings (tongue, eyebrows, navel, several on ear, including helix, industrial and tragus)

-Has several beauty marks scattered across face and dimples

-Has a nice singing voice and has performed small-time gigs, but doesn't consider it seriously

-Had a small crush on Noah when they were younger which dies out after Jane's death (although some feelings resurface after they become friends again)

-Alternatively, every friend except for Lily, has had a crush on Devon at some point. They revealed this during a game of Never Have I Ever, and joke it's basically a rite of passage

-When Jane died, a kid joked about her death, implying that one of Devon's friends killed her, which led to Devon punching them and being suspended for a week. That incident cemented him as a social outcast and his peers completely stopped interacting with him afterwards

-Has a savior complex where he thinks it's his duty to save everyone, and take on any hurt if it meant sparing others. However, this leads to him having little regard for himself and often deciding what's the best for others even if they wouldn't want him to be hurt on their behalf

-Stubborn, sarcastic and sharp-tongued, all traits which get him into trouble, or make troublesome situations even worse. Can best be described as a 'would look Death in the face and spit at it' type of person

-More in tune with others' feelings than his own, always knowing just what to say and is great at giving advice. However, can often be hypocritical in this regard (example: telling Noah he can't blame himself for Jane's death)

-Chose to become the shadow monster both because he felt like he needed to make up for not saving Jane in the past and Noah needed to live, in his eyes, actually live and become someone more than the brother of a dead girl

-Has multiple scars, on his wrist and neck from his encounter with Redfield!Jane, a shallow but long cut from when possessed!Noah tried to kill him, and some marks that appeared after his resurrection

-has a rather weak heart post-ressurection (due to died by heart-related reasons by Jane)

-Has a rather messed up sleeping schedule, which only becomes more shitty post-resurrection

-Jocelyn and Devon had a tense relationship even after ILW, but slowly became more civil and friendly after a few months of working together.

-Apart from Noah, ILW!MC and Connor, Devon gets along most with Lincoln due to being rather similar (both didn't/don't go to college, have a similar sense of humor, Lincoln gives him advice on how to control power). Lincoln also did several tattoos for Devon (tree branches on shoulders, Noah's name on wrist)

-He and Noah aren't sure they'd ever actually marry, that they're already partners in every way they can be and don't need a ceremony for it, but that doesn't mean it's not a possibility in the future

-Likes: The woods, friends, trying out new things, Noah's cooking, collections, animals, music, podcasts, rain, jewelry and accessories

-Dislikes: Bullies, loneliness, cooking, closed spaces, certain fashion trends, over-thinking, fights, strange textures, studying