#I actually have almost a year old drawing for this

[criminallyvenomous]

Star Shaped Stars & Dinosaurs - Spencer Reid X Reader

I realized last week that I had never actually finished Criminal Minds as I became obsessed with SVU (still am, shoutout Liv and Barba), so I started my re-watch to finish at season four. I’m around seven now and wanted to write a little lovin’ for my boy.

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Plot - You were a sketch artist for the F.B.I., hopping between bureaus and doing some work for the city to help victims and their families. Spencer was just another agent to you, but you couldn’t help but notice each other.

You were sitting with your sketchpad and pencil case at the table. A seven year old girl was describing the man who took her younger brother.

“What can you tell me about his face? Did he have angry eyes with big bushy brows? Or were they smaller and with a big ol’ nose?” Using gentler terms and trying to keep the conversation light was just another part of the job for you. Sometimes, if the kid needed to especially be cheered up, you would draw them their favorite dinosaur or animal to take home with them.

“Angry. He had big brown eyebrows that were pointy.”

“Brown eyes too? What about his hair?”

Spencer was outside the door to the meeting room, where the team had allowed you to take the girl into for more privacy during the sketch process. He was sort of staring through the window.

“She’s pretty right, kid?” Derek asked.

“Uh-what? Um, I hadn’t really noticed.” But he had, he had noticed almost everything about you. How kind you were to survivors and the way you always tried to cheer up the kids you met. Not to mention the beautiful way your hair framed your perfect face.

“Yeah, sure. I’m sure she’d like to hang out with you sometime. If you, you know, actually talked to her.”

“That’s a fair point, but I’m sure she’s busy. Besides, there’s no way she’s, uh single.” Spencer stated, mumbling through.

“So, you are interested, Pretty boy?” Derek raised his eyebrows at him suggestively.

“Shut up, Morgan.” Spencer retorted, Derek chuckling.

The door to the meeting room had opened and you walked the young girl out and to her parents, who were sitting with JJ in the hall. As you came back, you turned to the team.

“I’d like to go over the sketch shortly, if that’s alright.”

“Of course, let’s head in.” Hotch answered, ushering the rest of the team to follow. Derek gave a look towards Spencer, who pretended not to notice.

“Wow, that’s great. I’ve got to say, the sketches have gone up in quality ever since you started, Y/N.” Emily complimented your work, making you blush.

“Thanks.” You smiled, “So, according to Anna, the man you’re looking for is a tall brunette with a buzzcut and larger eyebrows and nose. What is interesting though, is the scar.”

“What scar?” Rossi asked, as there wasn’t one on the sketch of the subject’s face.

“Here, I drew it on a separate page.” You pulled out the drawing and placed it on the table in front of you. “There is a small star shaped scar on the man’s head. It would be hard to see at first, but Anna said she was basically staring at it when the unsub squatted to be at her brother’s height.”

“If he has a distinguishable scar on his head, why the buzzcut? Wouldn’t he be worried about it identifying him?” Spencer asked.

“That I don’t know, but I hope these sketches help.” You grabbed your belongings and placed them into your tote, as you said your goodbyes to the team and headed out the door.

Derek nudged Spencer.

“Go talk to her.”

“Fine.” Spencer jogged to catch up with you as you headed down the hall, towards the elevator.

“Hey, Y/N?” You turned your head to see the adorable dork of an F.B.I. agent.

“How can I help you, Dr. Reid?” You asked.

“You can call me Spencer.”

“Alright, how can I help you, Spencer?” Oh, he liked how you said his name, well, he liked how you said anything.

“I was wondering what your favorite dinosaur was? I see you drawing them for the kids a lot, which makes me think you have a certain fondness.” Why did he choose that question to ask you, he was already beating himself up over it. You laughed.

“The apatosaurus. It used to be called the Brachiosaurus, but with time the name changed as the understanding of the apatosaurus adapted, which I’m sure you know.” You chuckled, blushing.

“An herbivore, nice.” He replied.

“What do you mean?”

“It’s just that most people say a carnivorous dinosaur like the T-Rex, suggesting an admiration for its appearance and aggressive demeanor.” He rambled on.

“What can I say? I like a tall but kind creature, like you.” You weren’t shy, you had been seeing him eyeball you for months now and couldn’t deny your attraction to the doctor. He chuckled nervously before responding.

“Can I take you out? Maybe a movie?” Spencer finally made some serious eye contact with you as your comment gave him the confidence boost he needed to ask you out.

“I’d love that.”

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Part two?

[snexy-the-snail]

Make another Hermes fic and my soul belongs to you. My Boi is such a playful yet gentle pred I luv him ✨️✨️✨️

Ask and you shall receive <3 and saaaame Just the right amount of playfulness and making sure that hes not overwhelming the kiddos-))

Percy rolls his shoulders as he steps out of his school, feeling utterly exhausted. Trying to decipher words when spinning off the pages would give anyone a headache. He groans and runs his face, trying to coax away the pressure of a forming headache. He draws a breath in, relishing the freshness of the surrounding air.

That was something he found himself eternally grateful for since his little trip down below. There wasn't any burning with each breath, and the water didn't burn and curl in his gut, screaming about how wrong it was. He must have gotten caught in his thoughts, considering he rammed into someone. He winces, catching himself before shoving his hands into his pockets.

"Sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going." He mumbles out an apology.

Great, now he was going to get screamed at about how disrespectful he was. Instead, a hand ran through his hair, tousling it along the way. His eyes snap up, meeting a familiar face.

"Hermes?"

"Are you that surprised, little cousin?" the god muses, his eyes scanning over him. Maybe for injuries? That was becoming an odd habit for any of the gods who have checked up on him now. Usually, he was fine, but at times, there were little scratches or bumps.

"Well, yeah, I'm surprised; it's school hours." Percy points out, taking a step back and crossing his arms. He wasn't sure what this was about and if he liked it. Usually, their meetings happened on the shore or in his cabin. Seeing Hermes just sorta..here was odd. Yet his nerves soothed when the god reached out and took hold of his arm, tugging him closer to his body. Unlike most gods, Hermes was warm, like a summer breeze. It wasn't bad, just different than the chill his dad had. The corners of Hermes' lips arch upwards, his eyes still hidden by sunglasses. Ugh. Gods had the worst fashion sense, he swore.

"Pish posh, since when do I care about your weird mortal rituals?" He teases, his grip not once wavering on Percy's arm. It should make him feel trapped, it really should, but all it did was send little waves of warmth through him. He rolls his eyes, partly leaning into the touch, hiding a smile with a scoff, turning his head.

"Obviously not a lot, considering you just show up randomly." shrugging off the god's hand. He knew it was only because it was allowed and not because he was strong enough to shed the grip."Still, why are you here? Quest or something." He prompts, eyeing the god cuatiously.

"No, no, nothing of the sort," Hermes says, neatly falling into pace when Percy starts to walk again. It was something he had noticed; no matter what pace it was, Hermes seemed to fall into place almost naturally. Part of his domain probably.

"Mhm, sure. Aren't you busy delivering stuff anyway? Why hang out with just a demigod?" he teases. He expected a chuckle or a nudge, not for Hermes to grab onto his arm again, a frown gracing the god's face. Seeing any of the gods actually serious was like hearing your full name wrong. Upsetting. He swallows nervously, his gaze dropping to the sidewalk rather than seeing the random bits of trash and bugs than the lens of the god's sunglasses.

"You're not just a demigod."

"Gathered that."

"Don't say things like that about yourself." Hermes continues, lightly taping his head, a false smile on the god's face now. "Sure got it," Percy mumbles. The grip released from his arm again, lingering only slightly before the god stepped closer. "I mean that Peresus Jackson. You are not just a demigod; you are a child."

Great, full name and a serious conversation. Percy felt like he was 5 years old again, getting caught talking to the pet store goldfish again, only worse. He shoves his hands into his pocket, trying to keep himself from giving Hermes any more ammunition to keep being serious.

"Heard you loud and clear, I'm just gonna keep going." He says, clearing his throat, hoping that this would finally drop the conversation.

Stupid sunglasses obstructed the god's eyes, so he couldn't tell precisely what Hermes was thinking; so great. He started walking regardless, relieved when Hermes followed suit again, though stuck closer, this time practically shoulder to shoulder with him. "You don't need to walk me. I'm fine." He says that the god didn't disappear right away.

Great.

"Let's just say I'm delivering a package, hmm?" the phrase shouldn't have sounded so..comforting. When was the last time he had someone walk him home? He draws his shoulders in, shifting the weight of his backpack. It was okay; he didn't need to be walked home, and he was capable of protecting himself. It was just..sorta nice he found.

"You're really corny. I hope you know that," Percy grumbles, rolling his eyes. He had a reputation to keep up well, he wasn't sure what was left of it at this point. He sighs slightly, hiding a smile as they continue to walk toward his apartment.

The walk there was quiet, Hermes falling into step with him, their footsteps blending together at times, others the god simply just floating. It was nice doing something so mundane with a god, just a simple walk. He lets a slight hum as he knocks on the door, the bright blue improving his mood already. He had a key, but being able to see his mother's face when she opened the door was everything. Sally was older, but the way she smiled always made her seem younger, at least to Percy. He smiles, ducking into the offered hug.

"Hey, Mom," he murmurs, taking in the warm scent of candy and now books. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Hermes straightening up and..sniffing the air?

"Hey yourself, sweetheart…and?" She turns her gaze to Hermes, staring at him with a critical eye before continuing. "Lord Hermes?"

"Please, Hermes is fine, my dear."

"Ugh, don't she have Paul? He's great, thank you." Percy says, rolling his eyes as he steps inside the apartment, relaxing at the warmth and safety that immediately floods his senses. Hermes follows, which he doesn't fully enjoy, but hey, it wasn't horrible…Yet.

"Relax, it's called manners, something you lack." Hermes teases, the god stepping into the apartment like he had been here thousands of times, which Percy very much didn't appreciate.

"I've been so kind too, even walked you home squirt." The teasing continued, Sally even glancing at him expectantly. Right. Being polite was something his mom valued, and unfortunately, he couldn't tell the god exactly what he wanted.

"Oh, thank you, great and powerful Lord Hermes, for walking me three blocks to my humble apartment." The sarcasm slipped out naturally, Sally not looking impressed while a smile cracked across the god's face.

A musical-sounding laugh poured from Hermes, a hand settling on his shoulder again. The weight was warm, as always, and made a sense of satisfaction curl in his gut. "Well, my darling little whirlpool, it was my pleasure. Someone must make sure you get home for a nap, hmm?"

Ah.

The truth finally came out. Judging by that glint in Hermes's eyes, he would not be getting out of this either. His mom had busied herself in the kitchen again, occasionally glancing over to them. He knew she wouldn't step in unless necessary, while she couldn't exactly fight a god (didn't stop her from whacking dad with a hot pan), she would mercilessly chew them out. He shakes his head, letting her know he'd be fine. Well, not emotionally; it was still ungodly gross.

"Ugh, fine, hey mom, I might not be in my room. I'll be fine, though." He says, giving her a small wave. He wasn't sure he had the strength to explain the whole being eaten alive thing right now. He didn't even know if his dad had already covered that with her anyway. "You're sure?" Sally responds though he could see her relaxing when he nods in confirmation.

Hermes tilts his head but follows when Percy starts to his room. This felt so..wrong, weird almost. God, stuff didn't exactly come home with him, so this..was interesting. He takes a small breath in, closing the door behind him. The god moved around his room, looking over the various items on the wall. Some skate posters and books were strewn on the bed, and everyday things were out. He watches as the other moves to his bed, sitting down on the mattress. After a moment, Percy moves to his CD player, popping in a disc. The last thing he wanted was for his mom to walk in on this whole thing happening. He kicks his shoes off, dumping his bad shortly after.

"You're serious about it, aren't you?" He grumbles, rubbing the shoulder where his bag had rested. Normal wasn't ever going to be possible, though he already knew that. Hermes stretches out on his bed, before patting beside him.

Percy sat without complaint, letting a breath out as Hermes ran a hand through his hair. "Very. I haven't exactly been keeping track of who's on nap duty now that you're not at camp." the god points out, the dizzy sensation blanketing over his senses. He lets a breath out, squeezing his eyes shut to get rid of the feeling. The weight of the hand followed with ease, which made sense; he had a feeling Hermes had plenty of practice with this.

"You know I won't combust if I miss a few nights."

"Mm, that's not what Uncle P said. There's a reason we have rotations now." Hermes' voice rumbled now, the underlining of his divine voice much easier to hear now. It was weird how that happened. The smaller or closer you were to a god, the easier it was to listen to the divineness. He cracks an eye open as the god's hand encircles him, fingers longer than him, delicately supporting him as he is lifted up.

"Could you just give me a stuffed animal like Annabeth? No gross snack times needed." He supplies helpfully. The corners of the god's lips quirked upwards. Fond but tired.

"I doubt you'd even take the time to lay down for it to work."

Touche.

To be fair, Percy wasn't sure he would willingly take naps. If he wasn't tried, he wasn't going to lie down. "I don't actually need naps, it's just nighttime sleeping." he defends, pulling his legs more onto Hermes' palm as he's lifted up towards his mouth.

"Hmm, I don't think naps would be too harmful." the god murmurs, the warmth from his open mouth rolling over him like a summer breeze.

"Yeah, not getting into the self-care talk; Aphrodite has very much already given me the chew-out about that," Percy grumbles, cringing when the god's tone snakes out over his teeth. His feet sink into the plush muscle as the hand he's resting on tilts. The progression of sliding in was almost natural now, a curling of excitement settling in his chest. He wasn't sure when that started, but he hated it. A chuckle resounds around him, the vibrations running through him like being on a ship plowing through waves.

"Sure laugh it up. It's like a 5-hour conversation that comes with face masks and like meditation that actually works, but I'm not telling her that." He huffs, the support from the hand weenign as he slides between the teeth of the god. His scenery changes from his ceiling to the roof of the god's mouth.

The subtle glow keeps it from being pitch black as a soft clack seals him inside. It was insane how he had gotten so used to this. Any mortal would be freaking out. Then again, he had to the first few times. Still, the whole behind-the-scenes thing freaked him out. Gods didn't have to look human or even have stomach-like organs; they could be put in the box, literally. Once, he had even just fallen through Apollo when the god forgot he had him that day. It had…been experience falling through the god and just staring up at a just as surprised and apologetic face.

Still.. he let the moment play out, mindlessly letting the god's tongue push him around, the salvia soaking into his clothes. This part was always the grossest; they wanted to be covered in saliva, and half the time, he couldn't get his powers to work with it, so the slick, goopy feeling clung to his skin like wet newspaper did to literally anything underwater.

It wasn't long before the familiar dip in his stomach forward as he was tilted backward. As always, Hermes didn't swallow right away, which was expected, but part of him wanted to see how far he could push it. He didn't answer, didn't give his usual cue, just sorta laid there. Gravity really should have all right pushed him down into the pulsing throat, but nothing happened.

Realistically, with all the saliva gooped up around him, he should have slipped down, or the god should have swallowed already, but any excess saliva just sort of disappeared. It felt almost like he was headed to the tongue as well, like he had been a wet paper towel thrown on the wall. Huh. Weird.

It was still nice to know that he held a tiny bit of power, even if it was because Hermes was allowing it. The gesture was nice. "I'm fine; send me down." He says. It didn't happen instantly, even after that; the first swallow only drew him up to his chest, pinning his arms to his sides. The muscles were tight but never too constricting. There was still time to 'back out,' but after a moment, another 'glk' rolled over him, slipping down deep into the god's core. The heart never sounded like it should, either non-existent or- like right now- beating rapidly like a hummingbird. He rolled his eyes, letting the muscles tug him down further until a tight pressure rolled over his feet, and with a wet squelch, he finally landed in the organ. Automatically, it tensed around him, holding him in place. It was like being wrapped up in a ghost net but oddly comfortable.

"All snug, my dear little cousin?" Hermes' divine voice always gave his tone a sing-son-like effect, not as much as Apollo's but like- in a way, it made him sound light and air.

"How can I not be? I'm like an army blanket wrapped in here." Percy shoots back with a slight grin. A stomach wall presses against him. No doubt the god is just checking in on him from the outside.

"It's to keep you from moving around when I'm doing my job." Hermes hums, the space loosening up. "Woah, hey- Just because it's soft, but that doesn't mean I want to bounce around like a ping-pong ball." He yelps, bracing himself. Instead of rapid movement, he got laughter that lightly jostled him around, sliding around in the pit of the organ.

"You're a jerk you know that?" He grumbles, crossing his arms. The muscle tensed around him again, holding him in place firmly.

"I'm still your favorite."

"How do you know? Maybe it's Apollo."

A snort sounds around him, and he god moves from his sitting position, judging by the odd folding movement inside. "With how many times he's dropped you? Doubt it." He could barely feel the god's hand pressing against him, cupping around him.

"Yeah. I guess I should be thankful you don't do that, right? Plummeting to my death sounds like a lame way to die." He muses, none to be surprised when an unhappy whine drawls from the god. Most immortals (who liked him) normally got weird about his death even though it was most assuredly coming. Probably sooner than anyone wanted to admit.

He moved on quickly, not exactly wanting to have another scolding talk about death. "Don't you have a job to do?" He says, digging his elbow into the muscle, not surprised to hear a heavy sigh sounding out above him.

"I suppose I do. You take that nap."

"Course."

[trashisstillhere]

Time for some NN AU stuff again but this time, it’s the one evil gal who is the cause of all the stanking lately!

Introducing: the sorceress herself!

Finally drew her look for the au!

It’s similar to the original but the clothings all new alright. All thanks to Kurai.

Now there isn’t much to say other then she’s currently still in the land of shadows and there’s where she sends her stanking from with help from Kurai-

Oh and, I have spend most of my time writing down how her and Kurai first met sooo..

Here ya go! Go ahead and read if ya want!

No warnings this time, don’t think there’s any needed for this one…other then there’s also some kinda lazy drawings in this too.. and maybe a little bit ooc?? Idk lol

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The first meeting of Kurai and the sorceress:

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In the deep depths of the land of shadows, on top of a rock, there was the sorceress herself. Clothes still the same ones she has had for 800 years but now more filthy, more ruined than before.

She looked defeated, yet frustrated, MAD. She had been trapped, thrown back in here once again by none other than the ninja himself a few years ago and she obviously wasn’t happy about it.

She didn’t even care about what year it might be now, all that matters to her is to get out and get her revenge once more!

However, escaping from here again isn’t as easy as her first successful attempt back then. In fact, it has gotten even MORE difficult. This time, she can’t just easily go out with the help of her own chaos pearls. It’s like she’s actually trapped for good this time! Oh how annoying!

But she wasn’t going to give up! She REFUSED to give up now! She will come back in some other way and once she does, she will finally free her long lost lover, the sorcerer, and together they shall finally take over the town like the good old days!

All she has to do is to figure out a new way to get out of here…but how? How will she do just that?

“Oh! Why hello there, miss!~”

A voice caught her off guard, her head quickly turning around to see who it belonged to. She was now face to face with a new and unknown stranger, who the sight of took her by surprise.

“What in the-“

“What’s wrong, hm?? Why the long face-“

The stranger was already asking questions but the creepy woman immediately stopped him from continuing. “Who are you!?” She started asking her own questions. “Where did you come from!? Wait, those floating around you….Are those…chaos pearls?!”

She almost touched them with her long, thin pointy fingers as she pointed but the stranger backed off with an unpleasant expression on his face. “First of all, really rude to interrupt me asking you things only to do it back yourself..” he sternly said, narrowing his eyes at her before continuing. “Second of all, yes. These are, in fact, chaos pearls! MY chaos pearls, so no touching!!….Anyway…”

This just got the sorceress even more confused and before she could ask something again, he quickly continued himself as he does a small bow.

“My name is Kurai. I have been stuck here for quite some time!…and who might you be, miss?…”

Okay, now this was REALLY strange. She only stared at him for a while, before finally replying.

“….the sorceress..”

“The ‘sorceress’? Interesting….are you related to the sorcerer, by any chance?”

The sorceress’s eyes widened at that. “You know the sorcerer!?”

“Of course! In fact, I am a fan of his work! I got to watch some of it! Quite fascinating!~”

Before she knew it, Kurai held out one of his hands, suddenly making a whole ‘screen’ of some sort pop up out of no where from pure dark magic. In that ‘screen’, she saw HIM….

The sorcerer. Her old long time ally, her long lost lover…

Just seeing him again on that screen made her miss him even more than she already had, she really wants to see him again…

She NEEDS to see him again.

“Look at that! So much chaos! Just what I like to see!…my, I can’t remember the last time I’ve seen something like that!”

The screen then disappeared, Kurai looked straight at the sorceress again. “Soo…who are you to the sorcerer, exactly? Are you his sister or something?”

“No! We’re not really related like THAT!…we’re allies!…we are close, very close…he…is my true love..”

Kurai seemed to raise a ‘eyebrow’ at that, seeming very curious. “Oh? True love? I didn’t know that he actually had a lover!..”

“Yes! Back then, we were inseparable! Until that wretched ninja came and ruined everything, making me go to the land of shadows! And ever since then, I’ve tried to come up with plans to get my revenge for 800 years! There are times I’ve almost succeeded…only to end up back again and now, it’s like something is stopping me from escaping again!! like I’m cursed to be stuck in here now or something!!”

The creepy woman didn’t know why she was telling all of this to this ‘Kurai’ that she had JUST met yet she couldn’t help herself, she has been alone with her anger and desperation for freedom for so long now that she just really needed to rant it all out before she might actually explode.

“Is that so?….seems like you’re in the same situation as me…” Kurai mumbled the last part to himself, the sorceress just kept going.

“But im not going to just give up and stay here for even MORE hundreds of years all over again!! No!! I’m gonna go find another way to get out and once I finally do, I will finally free the sorcerer and we will both finally get what we always wished for: CHAOS!!… oh yessss…I can already imagine it…!”

As she said this, she thought about the possible ‘happy ending’ for both her and her lover, both of them standing over Norrisville with every single human now stuck as stanked monsters and the ninja officially defeated. Officially DEAD. How perfect!

When she finally looked back at the floating stranger again, she noticed his current expression. It was an unsure one, with a frown and his eyes glancing right a few times.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that!?”

“Oh my….you don’t actually know, do you?…”

“Don’t know what?? What are you talking about??”

Just from the woman’s confused expression alone, Kurai already knew the answer. With a sigh, he looked her dead in the eye.

“Miss Sorceress….the sorcerer is gone. He’s not around anymore…”

That made her eyes widen again.

“What!?”

“The sorcerer has already been defeated, just a few years ago. Now he is gone, All thanks to the ninja….and his old past self..”

To prove to her that what he said what true, Kurai made the ‘screen’ appear again. This time, it showed some scenes of what happened to the sorcerer back then, at the moment of his last defeat.

“See?….”

“W-what the!?….that…b-but…no…it…can’t be!…h-he’s!?….”

The sorceress barely knew what to say as she watched what happened at the sight her wide eyes stared at, at the sight of how her old lover was defeated…and then disappeared for good..

“Unbelievable, isn’t it? I think so too…to believe that he was gone, just like that in a blink of an eye….and the fact that you only got to know about this just now….

Unfortunate…how unfortunate indeed…”

Silence was the only thing coming from the creepy woman right after that, standing there like she just got paralysed and stuck in the same exact position.

All this time, after being trapped on this realm once again, she has spend days for her revenge again to get back to HIM….AGAIN…..but now, she has realised how much time she has just wasted, not knowing that HE was now GONE, that HE already lost few years ago…

Now. The anger she has felt soon became more, growing into RAGE.

A sudden, loud, furious scream came out and without thinking, the sorceress started attacking almost everything around her.

Her chaos pearls glowed, She used her powers, blasted them, at some of the rocks and boulders that floated around the realm. She even hit some of the monsters that existed in there, even getting her hand on a small one that she just violently shakes before throwing away without any care.

Kurai watched as she went insane, his head dodging the monster that just got thrown away.

Soon, she slowly calmed down…a little. Her rage was still so strong, her powers still almost out of control. Kurai slowly floated over to her by the side, he could have sworn he even saw her….tearing up?

“Hmmm…”

He hummed to himself, examining her expressions that were currently filled with frustration. As he did, he took something from under his kasa.

“Miss Sorceress-“

“WHAT!? WHAT DO YOU WA-“

She was about to snap at him but immediately stopped the moment her eyes got to see a ripped piece of fabric that seemed…familiar…

“W-wha….t…?….is…is that…”

“That’s right.” Kurai spoke up. “This is a ripped off piece from some clothing that I was able to get my hands on….one that belonged to none other than the sorcerer himself. I was gonna keep it with me for a bit longer but…I think you need this way more than I do right now…”

The sorceress kept staring down at the piece, one of her shaky hands slowly reaching up to it and carefully taking it with her fingers like it was something so fragile that it could easily ‘break’ if she wasn’t careful enough. The ripped fabric surprisingly still felt warm in her grasp, even the material still felt a bit new….and the scent of it, was exactly the same as HIS.

Keeping it close to her face and taking a few more sniffs, she took a few deep breaths, the piece helping her calm down a bit more. Her rage was still burning hot inside but this one thing right here, it helped tamed it for now.

“Sorcerer….my love….”

Kurai just watched her in silence for a while, seeing how she clutched onto the piece and lovingly held it in her hands, only focusing on it with her eyes closed. For a second, his expression seemed to almost look….disgusted? But then suddenly turned to a calm one.

“You truly love him, don’t you?….”

All he got was a small nod from that, he seemed to be thinking of something before suddenly seeming to get an idea of some sort, a smile soon taking over.

“Would you, perhaps, avenge him?”

The sorceresses eyes soon opened back up at that. “What?”

“You’re still furious about the news of his defeat, no? Even with him gone now, I’m sure there’s still a part of you that wants to get revenge…on the NINJA…”

He slowly started floating around her, all around in circles as he continued.

“You want that Ninja dead, right? That is also what you wanted besides freedom and being with your lover again, to finally get rid of the one person who is the reason for you being trapped here for years….right?”

“…….of course it is. I want him and still want him GONE. Make him feel pain, make him suffer for what he has taken away from me!…I want to be free from this prison of mine, to cause mayhem at that town once more!”

“Well then…”

Kurai then stopped right in front of her, holding out one hand. “Then let’s make a deal.”

“A deal?”

“Mm hm!” He nodded. “Just like you, I also want to be free from this realm! I also absolutely LOVE chaos! I too would like to cause some out there in the human realm! We both seem to have those things in common, Miss Sorceress! And maybe we can both finally get what we want if we help each other out!

I know we just met but now after getting to know a bit more about you and your relationship with the sorcerer, I would be thrilled to give you some aid! To help you get the revenge you oh so desire! The chaos! Everything! We will be unstoppable!!”

The sorceress was still a little unsure about this ‘stranger’ yet his ‘deal’ and his words was quite tempting, very tempting…..he genuinely seemed like he really wanted to help her out, to be free from here as much as she did.

“So, tell me Miss Sorceress…..do we have a deal? Will you accept my help to achieve your ultimate desires?”

She knew exactly what she wanted, what her answer would be.

With no hesitation at all, she accepted his hand and shook it.

“Deal!”

Kurai’s smile started becoming even bigger at that.

“Excellent….pleasure doing business with you, new friend~”

They soon let go of their handshake.

“Well, now that we made this deal….how about I show you where we can start of?”

“Wait, You already have something in mind?”

“Yes. And this also has something to do with the sorcerer!….say, did you know that he had two humans working for him?”

“What!?”

“Hm….I’m gonna take that as a no. But yes, when he was still out there and trapped underground, he had two humans who willingly tried helping him with his escape plan. Two men, one short, famous and rich and one tall mad scientist and a supposed ‘evil genius’……”

As he explained, he made the ‘screen’ appear again. This time, he showed the two men he just had mentioned along with how they communicated with the sorcerer back then.

“From what I remember, their names, or at least what many called them, are Mcfist and Viceroy. Mcfist here was the one to make the deal with the sorcerer to help him escape in exchange for a power of his choosing as a “reward”….they tried many, many attempts while hiding it all from the public so they wouldn’t know the truth…yet they failed, every. Time.”

“I think I’ve kinda heard of Mcfist back when I roamed around the town for the first time after 800 years of being stuck here….I never knew he was secretly working for the sorcerer this whole time!..”

“Well now you know, Miss sorceress!! Since these two had history with him, I thought we could start our new plan with them first! Sure, they weren’t enough to help your lost lover back then before his defeat but maybe now, we can find a use to them ourselves! Make them, you know, our little servants in a way! If you get what I mean…”

He looked back at the sorceress with a little wink, she seemed to understand what he was getting at. “I see where you’re getting at…..and I would really like to get to know these men for the first time. Immediately!”

“of course, of course!” Kurai nodded. “Let’s try to find a way to connect with them from here!! Oh and while we’re at it, you could really use some new clothes! No offence but….the one you currently have right now is so dirty!..”

The sorceress groaned at that yet didn’t deny it. “Tell me something I don’t know….” Her free hand gripped onto the fabric of her own clothing, looking annoyed by it.

“No worries, I can go help you with that as well! I’ll go see if I can find some monsters around here who would be kind enough to have some of their fur or skin used as clothing material….or just find some random fabric! The land of shadows is quite huge! Who knows what you can find in here??”

“Now….the most important question is……are you really ready for your new beginning?”

“…hmph, you should already know my answer to that. Especially now that we both have a deal.”

“Now THAT is exactly what I like to hear!”

Now the creepy woman herself couldn’t help but start smiling herself, already thinking about the possibles this could all bring her.

“Once we finally start….i can finally get out of here again and once we spread chaos all around this pathetic town, we will win and finally destroy the ninja!!”

She slowly started to laugh evily, Kurai couldn’t help but join in and laugh along with her.

The whole realm was starting to be filled with laughter that would soon get louder, louder and louder and louder and louder and louder-

“Are you laughing with me or at me?”

“With you!”

“Good……hehehehe….”

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Aaaand done! Finallyyyyyyyy

The sorceress with Kurai!

What a great duo! Kurai is such a great helper for her! Sure hope nothing bad happens to her in the future- /hj …..or am I?

[lalalalalalakakakak]

CUPID VAL AU reference:

I made this reference sheet because i keep forgetting what he looked like and i messed with all the colors while drawing

Also here have two doodles i made at work during last weeks:

Anyway: some crucial points for the background of hell under the cut (written in my bad English, so be aware) (mostly about Vox because, you know me, i made favoritism)

Long story short in general: Val decided to go to hell to prove that even demons can feel love and fall in love ((meaning: he wants to prove to himself that he is not a total cupid failure because "how hard can it be to make two demons fall in love?"))

Vox is not with Velvette. She is an overlord, but for now they are neutral towards each other, not allays. Vox tried to ask her for alliance, but she refused (she told him she wasn't interested in associates herself with an "Old homophobic white tv man". Vox was a bit disappointed and a bit offended but he appreciated her direct response, so he left it slide.)

Vox is still the CEO of Voxtek, but his territory is smaller and he is not as rich as in canon. And he doesn't have a constant clear nice reputation to uphold, so he can be pretty much awful when he wants. Especially to people he doesn't like.

Vox wants to team up with Alastor and he is pretty much obsessed by this (to create the beautifully amazing AVtek). Because he knows that their media are compatible and he see the potentials etc etc* (*he feels a bit threatened by the internet digital explosion, he is afraid to lose control over it so he wants to steady his power until he can).

They don't like each other very much but they don't hate each other with passion either. Every now and then Vox tries to arrange a meeting to strike a deal. Those meetings never end up well and they always fight in the end because "diplomacy is for pussies" (Vox's words, not mine).

(Vox once tried to make a deal with Alastor in a deer costume, it didn't end up well and he almost got eaten)

Alastor finds these "meetings" very entertaining, that's why he never really tried to kill Vox during the fights

Alastor's 7 years disappearance and the Hazbin Hotel still happened, Angel sold his soul to the current Pimp leader of the sex industry everything is the same bla, bla bla.

Vox has no deal with this Pimp because he once accidentally offended him, his gender, his family heritage and his whole profession in two sentences and now every time they see each other Vox finds himself with a gun pointed at his screen

Vox has vark and all his sharks. A lot of sharks actually (he would never admit it not even under torture but he feels pretty lonely)

I am also drawing a lil story about this so more doodles and posts will probably come!

[thedo0zyslider]

Happy two years, empires season one finale, still my favorite smp finale to date 💖

[fatehbaz]

patience being tested. being forced by a bizarre unfortunate situation to adhere to university requirement technicality by taking this simple basic elementary "introduction to environmental history" class.

this class is from facilitators/program which do, like, "history of the American frontier" or "history of fishing and hunting" and still basically subscribe to that old-school twentieth-century idealization and celebration of characters like Teddy Roosevelt and reverence for a mythical arc-of-history-bent-towards-justice narrative of the often-clumsy but ultimately-benevolent US federal government and its mission to "save nature" through the miracle of "sustained yield," while heroic federal land management agencies and "heritage" institutions lead to way, staffed by exceptional individuals (appeals to nostalgia for the frontier and an imagined landscape of the American West; ego-stroking appeals to flattering self-image that center the environmentalist or academic). where they invoke, y'know, ideas like "ecology is important because don't you enjoy cross-country skiing in The Woods with your niece and nephew? don't you like hunting and fishing?" which makes it feel like a time capsule of appeals and discourses from the 1970s. and it invokes concept of "untouched wilderness" (while eliding scale of historical Indigenous environmental relationships and current ongoing colonial violence/extractivism). but just ever-so-slightly updated with a little bit of chic twenty-first-century flair like a superficial land acknowledgement or a reference to "labor histories" or "history from below," which is extra aggravating when the old ideologies/institutions are still in power but they're muddying the water and diluting the language/frameworks (it's been strange, watching words like "multispecies" and "Anthropocene" over the years slowly but surely show-up on the posters, fliers, course descriptions, by now even appearing adjacent to the agri-business and resource extraction feeder programs, like a recuperation or appropriation.) even from a humanities angle, it's still, they're talking at me like "You probably didn't know this, but environmental history is actually pretty entangled with political and social events. In fact, we can synthesize sources and glean environmental info from wacky places like workers' rolls in factories, ship's logs, and poetry from the era." and i'm nodding like YEP.

the first homework assignment is respond to this: "Define and describe 'the Anthropocene'. Do you think 'the Anthropocene' is a useful concept? Why or why not?" Respond in 300 words.

so for fun, right now in class, going to see how fast i can pull up discussion of Anthropocene-as-concept solely from my old posts on this microblogging site.

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I think that the danger in any universal narrative or epoch or principle is exactly that it can itself become a colonizing force. [...] I’m suspicious of the Anthropocene as concept for the very reason that it subsumes so many peoples, nations, histories, geographies, political orders. For that reason, I think ideas like the Anthropocene can be a useful short-hand for a cluster of tangible things going on with the Earth at the moment, but we have to be very careful about how fluid and dynamic ideas become concretized into hegemonic principles in the hands of researchers, policymakers, and politicians. There’s so much diversity in histories and experiences and environmental realities even between relatively linked geographies here in Canada [...]. Imagine what happens when we try to do that on a global scale - and a lot of euro-western Anthropocene, climate change and resilience research risks doing that - eliding local specificities and appropriating knowledge to serve a broader euro-western narrative without attending to the inherent colonial and imperial realities of science and policy processes, or even attending to the ways that colonial capitalist expansion has created these environmental crises to begin with. While we, as a collective humanity, are struggling with the realities of the Anthropocene, it is dangerous to erase the specific histories, power-relations, political orders that created the crisis to begin with. So, I’m glad that a robust critique of the Anthropocene as a concept is emerging.

Text by: Words of Zoe Todd, as interviewed and transcribed by Caroline Picard. “The Future is Elastic (But it Depends): An Interview with Zoe Todd.” 23 August 2016.

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The Great Acceleration is the latest in a series of human-driven planetary changes that constitute what a rising chorus of scientists, social scientists, and humanists have labeled the Anthropocene - a new Age of Humans. [...] But what the Anthropocene label masks, and what the litany of graphs documenting the Great Acceleration hide, is a history of racial oppression and violence, along with wealth inequality, that has built and sustained engines of economic growth and consumption over the last four centuries. [...] The plantation, Sidney Mintz long ago observed, was a “synthesis of field and factory,” an agro-industrial system of enterprise [...]. Plantation legacies, along with accompanying strategies of survival and resistance, dwell in the racialized geographies of the United States’ and Brazil’s prison systems. They surface in the inequitable toxic burdens experienced by impoverished communities of color in places like Cancer Alley, an industrial corridor of petrochemical plants running along the Mississippi River from New Orleans to Baton Rouge, where cotton was once king. And they appear in patterns of foreign direct investment and debt servitude that structure many land deals in the Caribbean, Brazil, and sub-Saharan Africa [...]. [C]limatologists and global change scientists from the University of London, propose instead 1610 as a date for the golden spike of the Anthropocene. The date marked a detectable global dip in carbon dioxide concentrations, precipitated, they argue, by the death of nearly 50 million indigenous human inhabitants [...]. The degradation of soils in the tobacco and cotton-growing regions in the American South, or in the sugarcane growing fields of many Caribbean islands, for example, was a consequence of an economic and social system that inflicted violence upon the land and the people enslaved to work it. Such violent histories are not so readily evident in genealogies that date the Anthropocene’s emergence to the Neolithic Revolution 12,000 years ago, the onset of Europe’s industrial revolution circa 1800, or the Trinity nuclear test of 1945. Sugarcane plantations were already prevalent throughout the Mediterranean basin during the late middle ages. But it was during the early modern era, and specifically in the Caribbean, where the intersection of emerging proto-capitalist economic models based on migratory forced labor (first indentured servitude, and later slavery), intensive land usage, globalized commerce, and colonial regimes sustained on the basis of relentless racialized violence, gave rise to the transformative models of plantations that reshaped the lives and livelihoods of human and non-human beings on a planetary scale. [...] We might, following the lead of science studies scholar Donna Haraway and anthropologist Anna Tsing, more aptly designate this era the Plantationocene. [...] It is also an invitation to see, in the words of geographer Laura Pulido, “the Anthropocene as a racial process,” one that has and will continue to produce “racially uneven vulnerability and death." [...] And how have such material transformations sustained global flows of knowledge and capital that continue to reproduce the plantation in enduring ways?

Text by: Sophie Sapp Moore, Monique Allewaert, Pablo F. Gomez, and Gregg Mitman. "Plantation Legacies." Edge Effects. 22 January 2019. Updated 15 May 2021. [Bold emphasis added by me.]

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Geologists and other scientists will fight over [the definition of the beginning start-date of the Anthropocene] in scientific language, seeking traces of carbon dioxide that index the worst offenses of European empire which rent and violated the flesh, bodies, and governance structures of Indigenous and other sovereign peoples in the name of gold, lumber, trade, land, and power. [...] The stories we tell about the origins of the Anthropocene implicate how we understand the relations we have with our surrounds. In other words, the naming of the Anthropocene epoch and its start date have implications not just for how we understand the world, but this understanding will have material consequences, consequences that affect body and land.

Text by: Heather Davis and Zoe Todd. On the Importance of a Date, or Decolonizing the Anthropocene. ACME An International Journal for Critical Geographies. December 2017. [Bold emphasis added by me.]

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From Aime and Suzanne Cesaire, C. L. R. James, Claudia Jones, Eduoard Glissant, through Sylvia Wynter, Christina Sharpe, and so many others, critical anticolonial and race theory has been written from the specific histories that marked the Black Atlantic. [...] Glissant also reminds us, secondly, of how cunning the absorptive powers of [...] liberal capitalism are - how quickly specific relations are remade as relations-erasing universal abstractions. [...] This absorptive, relations-erasing universalism is especially apparent in some contemporary discourses of […] liberalism and climate collapse - what some call the Anthropocene - especially those that anchor the crisis in a general Human calamity which, as Sylvia Wynter has noted, is merely the name of an overdetermined and specific [White] European man. […] [T]he condition of creating this new common European world was the destruction of a multitude of existing black and brown worlds. The tsunami of colonialism was not seen as affecting humanity, but [...] these specific people. They were specific - what happened to them may have been necessary, regrettable, intentional, accidental - but it is always them. It is only when these ancestral histories became present for some, for those who had long benefitted from the dispossession [...], that suddenly the problem is all of us, as human catastrophe.

Text by: Elizabeth Povinelli. “The Ancestral Present of Oceanic Illusions: Connected and Differentiated in Late Toxic Liberalism.” e-flux Journal Issue #112. October 2020.

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The narrative arc [of White "liberal humanism"] [...] is often told as a kind of European coming-of-age story. […] The Anthropocene discourse follows the same coming-of-age [...] script, searching for a material origin story that would explain the newly identified trajectory of the Anthropos […]. Sylvia Wynter, W.E.B. DuBois, and Achille Mbembe all showed how that genealogy of [White subjecthood] was [...] articulated through sixteenth- through nineteenth-century [historiographies and discourses] in the context of colonialism, [...] as well as forming the material praxis of their rearrangement (through mining, ecological rearrangements and extractions, and forms of geologic displacements such as plantations, dams, fertilizers, crops, and introduction of “alien” animals). […] As Wynter (2000) commented, “The degradation of concrete humans, that was/is the price of empire, of the kind of [Eurocentric epistemology] that underlies it” (154).

Text by: Kathryn Yusoff. “The Inhumanities.” Annals of the American Association of Geographers, Volume 11, Issue 3. November 2020.

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As Yarimar Bonilla suggests in regard to post-Irma-and-Maria Puerto Rico, “vulnerability is not simply a product of natural conditions; it is a political state and a colonial condition.” Many in the Caribbean therefore speak about the coloniality of disaster, and the unnaturalness of these “natural” disasters [...]. Others describe this temporality by shifting [...] toward an idea of the Plantationocene [...]. As Moore and her colleagues write, “Plantation worlds, both past and present, offer a powerful reminder that environmental problems cannot be decoupled from histories of colonialism, capitalism, and racism that have made some human beings more vulnerable [...].” [W]e see that contemporary uneven socioecologies associated with the rise of the industrial world ["the Anthropocene"] are based [...] also on the racialized denial and foreshortening of life for the sacrificial majority of black, brown, and Indigenous people and their relegation to the “sacrifice zones” of extractive industry. [...] [A]ny appropriate response to the contemporary climate emergency must first appreciate its foundations in the past history of the violent, coercive, transatlantic system of plantation slavery; in the present global uneven development, antiblackness, and border regimes that shape human vulnerability [...] that continues to influence who has access to resources, safety, and preferable ecologies [...] and who will be relegated to the “plantation archipelagoes” (as Sylvia Wynter called them) [...].

Text by: Mimi Sheller. “Thinking Beyond Coloniality: Toward Radical Caribbean Futures.” Small Axe (2021), 25 (2 (65)), pages 169-170. Published 1 July 2021. [Bold emphasis added by me.]

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Indigenous genocide and removal from land and enslavement are prerequisites for power becoming operationalized in premodernity [...]; it was/is a means to operationalize extraction (therefore race should be considered as foundational rather than as periphery to the production of those structures and of global space). [...] Wynter suggests that we […] consider 1452 as the beginning of the New World, as African slaves are put to work on the first plantations on the Portuguese island of Madeira, initiating the “sugar-slave” complex - a massive replantation of ecologies and forced relocation of people […]. Wynter argues that the invention of the figure of Man in 1492 as the Portuguese [and Spanish] travel to the Americas instigates at the same time “a refiguring of humanness” in the idea of race. [...] The natal moment of the 1800 Industrial Revolution, […] [apparently] locates Anthropocene origination in […] the "new" metabolisms of technology and matter enabled by the combination of fossil fuels, new engines, and the world as market. […] The racialization of epistemologies of life and nonlife is important to note here […]. While [this industrialization in the nineteenth century] […] undoubtedly transformed the atmosphere with […] coal, the creation of another kind of weather had already established its salient forms in the mine and on the plantation. Paying attention to the prehistory of capital and its bodily labor, both within coal cultures and on plantations that literally put “sugar in the bowl” (as Nina Simone sings) […]. The new modes of material accumulation and production in the Industrial Revolution are relational to and dependent on their preproductive forms in slavery […]. In 1833, Parliament finally abolished slavery in the British Caribbean, and the taxpayer payout of £20 million in “compensation” [paid by the government to slave owners for their lost "property"] built the material, geophysical (railways, mines, factories), and imperial infrastructures of Britain and its colonial enterprises and empire. [...] A significant proportion of funds were invested in the railway system connecting London and Birmingham (home of cotton production and […] manufacturing for plantations), Cambridge and Oxford, and Wales and the Midlands (for coal). Insurance companies flourished [...]. The slave-sugar-coal nexus both substantially enriched Britain and made it possible for it to transition into a colonial industrialized power […]. The slave trade […] fashioned the economic conditions (and institutions, such as the insurance and finance industries) for industrialization.

Text by: Kathryn Yusoff. "White Utopia/Black Inferno: Life on a Geologic Spike". e-flux Journal Issue #97. February 2019. [Bold emphasis added by me.]

[rosemaryreality]

I wanted to do that thing were you redraw an old piece of art. I made the original in July 12 of the previous year, it's nice confirming that I have made progress.

Here's the og i made:

[mochindayo]

I found old art from last year! Why I didn’t post this, idk?

But I’m throwing more OC’s out there into the snzblr void.

Right: Oliver - he’s honestly a rework of my OC Arata if uhh any of you were following me 4 years ago lol -

Left: Nolan - not really rework of Matsuoka (another old OC) but like, somewhat is? -

[non-un-topo]

My Neekeys over the last two-odd years. I was curious to see the changes 🤔

[puppppppppy]

Jitterbug

[lulu2992]

Happy birthday to her 🌸

[luv-again]

came to the shocking revelation that I've been writing fanfic for almost 10 years

[neolxzr]

more oc stuff bc its infesting my brain bye

[sskk-manifesto]

And so the big sskk shortage begins (no sskk for the next 15 episodes) (and the sskk episode coming after kind of sucks)

[quailxcrossing]

i love....tuesday.....(the story)

[ieatwormsandtheytasteverygood]

Guess which bitch now has room on its phone for instagram for the first time in like 3 years. This is only good bc now we can post art there again.

Not that instagram is nice to artists or anything. Just that our art tumblr is so very tiny and unused. Gonna probably have to clear it out somewhat when I finally get around to posting art.