#We have always been 10 cm apart.

[arcadekitten]

With the new year on the horizon and 10 completed games under my belt, I thought it might be fun to go through some projects that didn't make the cut and I ended up shelving for one reason or another! (It's only like, 2 of 'em but still)

The first is a game about Theodore and Zapara. While Tricks N Treats was my first finished + published RPGmaker game, I originally started testing things out with RPGM shortly after Cemetery Mary's release. The following game was meant to take place in the CM universe.

It was my first time using RPGMaker & it shows. It was also being made in VXAce, hence why proportions are so different from all my current projects. VXace uses 32x32 tiles whereas MV + above use 48x48. Trying to work within these limitations was a bit tricky for me

The (gif) footage you see above is all that exists of the game now(I didn't even screen record LOL). Back when my old laptop kicked it the files for this game went with it and I never cared to back them up. I don't consider it a hard loss though as by that point I had already moved on to bigger more polished projects and I didn't see myself returning to it any time soon(or at all).

The plot of the game was that Theo woke up in the night to hear Zapara leaving their apartment. When he goes to look for and finds her, she seems to want to avoid going back to the apartment for reasons she won't share. By the end of the game she confesses that she had a really realistic nightmare and she's scared if she goes back it will come true. Theo reassures her that he would never let her nightmare happen in reality, and so the two go back together. In the morning, we see Crowven texting them. They're making plans to go out to a club, when Crowven asks if his cousin can come along--tying it into CM.

I think if I made this game, it would've been cute, and maybe I'll even do something with the premise for a larger game, but I don't see myself trying to start this as a solo project again.

The next game that was shelved from when I was learning Unity & Adventure Creator. Patrons had seen previews it! I started this game as a tool to help me learn the programs, and it got shelved when I felt it was no longer teaching me but instead adding weight to my back.

Unlike the previous game, this is a game I COULD see myself starting again--probably using the same method I'm using for WISHMAKER in RPGM. This game is called "Dreary Elaine", and it's a bit interesting!

(ignore the reference PNG of Elaine here HAHA) This game, like WISHMAKER, is a point-and-click adventure game, where you play as the titular Elaine as she delivers party invitations to her neighbors.

The thing that makes Dreary Elaine interesting is that it is actually an offshoot of my other work! Mary Anta is a character that exists in the fictional world of Noisrev. Dreary Elaine is Mary's favorite childhood book series. A fictional world within a fictional world!

As I said above, this is a game that has the potential to come back one day--I'm just not currently sure when. But exploring the Elaine-verse is something that always appeals to me and who knows! Maybe I'll represent it more in my work going forward.

I think that's all for now? I hope it was fun to read through and I'm excited to have more (finished) games and art for you soon! ❤️

[nathanbatemanfucker]

ALEX HIIIII!!!!!!!! i saw ‘aaron hotchner x reader’ in your tags and i RAN here 🤭🤭🤭💞

okay so what about #10-“Let me call you mine, just for tonight.” 😩🦋🦋 with aaron <3333

thank you ilysm!!!!!!!!!!

Instead

prompt: #10 “let me call you mine, just for tonight.”

pairing: gn!reader x aaron hotchner

contents: implied sexual content, angst, exes in love, hope for the future

wc: 1.1k (listen it got out of hand)

an: i hope you enjoy this my sweet fay, despite it being angst i had a really fun time writing it. perhaps im slowly returning to this man 🤭 love youuuu bb <33

summer blurbs prompts + masterlist | cm masterlist

You’ve always reminded yourself there was the possibility of seeing him when you come back home. You’ve prepared; there is nothing to say, nothing to change. Going your separate ways once the two of you had graduated from undergrad just made sense. Living states upon states from each other, working insane hours— the two of you were never going to fit together the way you did those few years. And while it hurt, neither of you wanted to hold the other back.

Your relationship was based in choice and fire and tenderness. How the bicker of back and forth turned into something soft, something sweet and erotic. You’d never been able to find the flame that sparked when you were with him with anyone else, so you’d given up.

It takes 10 years. You’d gone almost 10 years without seeing him— you come home for Thanksgiving and Christmas respectively, sometimes even the 4th of July. Aaron Hotchner never comes home. Until he does.

He says words that you never expected— words some part of you buried deep down has always wanted to hear.

“Let me call you mine, just for tonight.”

You shouldn’t even be here. He shouldn’t even be here. You’ve avoided this for so long and all it took was once for you to end up here. For you to say yes to him. Over and over you’d said yes, because what else could you say?

He’s always been your weakness. You’d agreed to coffee when you saw him in the grocery store. Said yes to dinner at coffee despite the awkward tension between you. Said yes again to coming back to his hotel room despite the tan line from his removed wedding band.

When those words— let me call you mine, just for tonight— spill from his mouth as you two stand in his hotel room, you can acknowledge that this is the perfect time to say no.

Still, you can’t bring yourself to say it. Instead you say, “We’ve done this before, Aaron. Why hurt ourselves?”

The words have hardly left your mouth before he’s answering. “Because I haven’t stopped thinking about you since you left.”

“I didn’t leave, we came to an agreement,” You grit out, arms crossed against your chest defensively. “We wanted different things, coasts apart.”

He puts his hands up in surrender, “I’m not blaming you.”

“That’s what it feels like. And you never fought for me— I posed the idea and you just went with it.”

His mouth presses into a thin line, brow furrowing in confusion, “Was I supposed to know that I was meant to fight? I always respected you and your autonomy.”

You know that he’s right. Choice and fire and tenderness.

Your shoulders drop as all the stubbornness in you disappears. You can’t look at him. “I don’t want to fight, Aaron, please. I don’t have the heart for it.

He steps forward— that’s all that’s left between the two of you after this little tiff, a single step. His hands, warm and calloused, rise to cup your face, lifting your gaze to his own.

“I know, you never have, have you, honey?” He asks gently, not a single drop of malice or condescension. “We get worked up just to fizzle out. I’m sorry, I am. But, I don’t know if I can let you walk out the door like this.”

You have to close your eyes before you drown in him. In his deep brown eyes, in his strong pine cologne that surrounds you. It’s too late, you’re sure of that when he angles your jaw further and you feel the ghost of his breath on your lips. And while it took so much strength to look away, it takes none to press your lips to his.

For a while that’s all either of you do— kiss and explore the way you’ve changed. His mouth feels the same, his tongue deep and searching but his skin is different, his beard is gone, his shoulders are firmer. He feels how you’ve become softer, how your mouth might taste even sweeter.

You pull away once your lungs burn and not a moment sooner. It could end here, you could keep all those promises you’ve made to yourself and walk away from him. Nothing and everything has changed. Once again you think that you should do the right thing to save you both. But instead, you sit on the couch and pat the spot beside you.

You and Aaron truly talk for the first time since seeing each other in that grocery store. You tell him about your loneliness. He tells you about his, about the horror and gore that accompanies it. You bring him close and kiss him until he’s dizzy, until you’re in a vacuum where none of that exists. Just the two of you.

Eventually, he guides you to the bed with respectful eyes, eyes that say this is your call. You make it, pulling him in for another kiss by the collar of his polo.

In the quiet darkness of the night, he touches you like you never left him. He kisses every inch of your skin, and reintroduces you to a level of pleasure that left with him.

And when you wake in the morning, you’re warm— almost too warm. But, you aren’t quite ready to move and accept the reality that dawn brings. You’re losing him all over again. There’s a familiar stiffness in your bones, a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach that takes you back to that cool May morning.

Rising out of bed, slowly and carefully, is one of the hardest things you’ve ever done. Not because you haven’t snuck out of bed before, leaving a one night stand or two wondering about what they did wrong. But, because Aaron’s always been it for you. Because you’re leaving the warmest bed you’ve ever known.

Dressing quietly, you press a parting kiss to his forehead, so light that you feel like a ghost. Maybe that’s what you are, a ghost in Aaron’s life the way he’s one in yours.

When Aaron wakes, he feels the chill left in your absence. He knew what he was getting himself into; he’d only asked for a night, hadn’t he?

That chill stays with him as he gets ready. But, when he reaches for his wallet, a small bit of paper falls out. He bends to pick it up, and smiles— written on the paper are familiar digits. Ones he’d deleted from his phone long ago, ones he’s been trying to forget until now.

He thinks for a moment that he should throw it away, spare you both the back and forth for something that might crumble all over again. Instead, he opens his phone, saving your number once more. His chest thaws a bit at the potential of more.

[emberfrostlovesloki]

Specer Reid + Poetry

All photo credits at the end

Content warnings for the poem below: Suicidal ideation and mention of a burn in childhood. (You can read the poem below the banner)

"14 Lines for Love Letters or Suicide Notes" by Doc Luben

1. Don't freak out.

2. We both know this have been coming for a long time.

3. I've been staying awake at night wondering if i should tell you.

4. I bought the kind of crackers you can eat. They are in the hall cupboard.

5. Now that we have watched all the episodes of True Blood, I do not know what else to do next.

6. I always imagined this would happen without warning, like suddenly on an ocean cliff side but this is the kind of thing where waiting for the time to be right would just mean waiting forever.

7. I've just been too afraid for too long.

8. I came home on Tuesday and found all of the chairs that I own stacked in a tower in the center of my kitchen. I don't know how long they had been like that but it can only be me that did it. It's the kind of thing a ghost might do to prove to the living that he is still there. I am haunting my own apartment.

9. My grandmother was still alive when I was 5 years old and she asked me to check and see if the iron was hot enough yet so I pressed my hand against it and it was red and screaming for hours. 25 years later, she would still sometimes apologize in the middle of conversations, "I feel so bad about making you touch the iron" she'd say, as though it had just happened. I cannot imagine how we forgive ourselves for all the things we didn't say until it was too late. But how else do you tell if something is hot but to touch it?

10. I keep imagining my furniture in your apartment.

11. I wonder how many likes this will get on Facebook.

12. My dad always used to tell the same joke but I can't remember the punchline.

13. I was 8 years old and it took 3 weeks (3 8 yr old weeks, imagine) to gather everything that I would need to be Batman. Rope, boomerang, a Mardi Gras mask with the beads cut off. I couldn't find a cave near my house, so I buried them all in a bundle under the ivy. For years after, I tried to find that spot again. The ivy grew too fast. I searched in so many spots. It seemed impossible that I had missed one. But I never found it. How can something be there, and then not be there? How do we forgive ourselves for all the things we did not become?

14. I never had the courage to buy bright green sheets. I wanted them, but thought they were too brash, even with no one but me to see them. I bought a set yesterday and put them on the bed. I knew that you would like them.

I feel like Spencer must have felt so many of these things in his life. I know these are all kind of sad, but I think they fit with a character who has been othered almost his whole life. I hope Spencer where ever he is now is happy. I hope all are happy. We deserve to be happy. If you ever feel like some of these things hit a little too close, please reach out for help. You are valued and loved. My messages are always open. I love you and I hope you're having a good week so far! Love Levi - ❤️

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[kissmetwicekissmedeadly]

4 years, 40 facts about me loving napo... let's go 🏃🏻‍♀️

...or as @leonscape called it, 40 "Mopoleon" facts?! (picrew link)

the date of our "anniversary", June 19th, is one day after the date of the battle of Waterloo 💀

both our given names are of Italian origin

we're both leo zodiac signs

our birthdays are 8 days apart, in the same month

he's my first otome route ever played

i've only played his route once, in July 2019

i've never seen his dramatic ending

my first impression of him on a teaser tweet of ikevamp EN was that he looks like an asshole, and I didn't like his looks either...

my falling for him was utterly illogical as despite these thoughts I put him on my phone wallpaper a few days later (still before the release of ikevamp EN)

as of right now ao3 says he appears in 59 of my posted works: the total number of fics I have published with him is higher as a few of those are stand-alones in a multichapter fic (napoleon bday prompts 2019 +9, yumeweek 2020 +5, mini requests +4, headcanons +11 ) ...he appears in about 1/3 of all my fics!

we share a hobby of reading biographies! the official ikevamp character sheets state it as his hobby

our height difference is 18 cm

the @xxsycamore blog exists solely because of him, as well as my passion for writing - I started this blog because I wanted to express my love in some kind of creative way, as previously (and for the longest time) I thought my medium would be art instead of writing

despite that, my first ever posted fic is not with him but with Arthur!

I've always loved languages but he had influence over my choice of learning especially french in uni. It's hell but I don't regret it at all

I have a playlist with sleepy-themed songs for him 🥺

birds are my favorite animals (any kind) and he has a pet eagle!!

our mbti personality types are a so-called perfect match! infp + enfj

I don't like black-haired, blue-eyed men because of him, it was my type before him too! (not many such ikemens around but I have a handful of faves like that from other media)

as the fictional napoleon bonaparte is light years away from the historical figure, I thought I wouldn't be interested in learning about him - until I ended up reading multiple books on him, the thickest of which 680 pages... while I don't mix the two in my head, the napoleonic era history (+ russian empire history) is still pretty cool to know imo!

there's hardly any writer around here who hasn't received a napoleon request from me at least once... I'm so sorry...

it is implied in the game that napo has kissed boys (they were taking turns waking him up and they all know of his habit......) which gives me enough reason to headcanon him as bi....like me 🥺

I really suck at completing the bday creation challenges I host for him, as last year I did 0 prompts and the year before that 2....but in 2019 I did 10!

I love making bday gifts. I love birthdays. I don't have the exact number but last year a lot of characters received a bday fic from me but not napo 💀 partly because I was shadowbanned back then!

the only real tradition I have when it comes to his bday is to make homemade crepes since it's his favorite food! but my favorite part is eating them...

I still haven't watched the movie "Napoleon & Me"...

I don't have much napo merch, but I do have the Naplushieon doll which is plenty

I was still in highschool (11th grade) when I fell for him 🥺🥺🥺 it feels like ages ago

I love the song written for the ikevamp stage play and sung by his voice actor Nobunaga Shimazaki, "Lucida", so much you can even find it and play it on my blog... recently some kind soul uploaded the whole version on youtube (I've been waiting for so long....) and I haven't been the same since

my dream napo merch is the clothes hanger with his neck and face so that I can hang my silly little sundresses on him (I'm going to make it on my own actually, just watch)

after having so many random fic ideas for him that will never see the light of day, I accepted the facts at last and now I feel so much better and more chill

I'm currently working on fanart series where I try to post one tablet-drawn art of him every month... I have trouble keeping them simple as desired sometimes but I'm having lots of fun while learning (I still consider myself fairly new to drawing with my tablet)

once I wrote a death anniversary fic for napo!

the best napo song i've discovered so far is Wings by Su!YoON!

I don't know. anything. about his sequel. i just know the cgs. not that is hard to avoid spoilers LMAO

my most favorite napo cg is the 5th bday one (where they're in a field of roses) (it was on my phone's background for a very long time)

my most favorite napo card...that's a trick question but I think the one that is on the left banner in my blog (desktop view)

yes, yes I do want to go to Corsica one day what about it. I have a lot of other dream trip destinations too!

yes, I do love Napoleon cake (It's a russian recipe) (it was my bday cake in 2020)... but so do I love a whole lot of other cakes...!

Fact number 40 is that I love Napoleon a normal amount 😇 nono listen!! I do talk a lot about him, and here I tried compilating facts that are not too cheesy: believe it or not there are days I don't think about him, ok! I never pressure myself to get all the event bonus stories, or to always have a fic ready for him... in a world where im a worrywart about anything and everything, he's my safe place? my chill place? And if I begin to think about the gigantic mass of things surrounding him that are exactly aligning with what I love, with what comforts me, with what traits im looking for in a person, i'm going to get dizzy. So let's end this here with me saying, ily so much Napoleon 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 im such a nunuche sometimes but im your nunuche ‼️‼️

[hehates]

TO  THE  EDGE  ,  TILL  WE  ALL  GET  OFF  .  I  WILL  TAKE  YOU  AWAY  WITH  ME  .  .  .  ONCE  AND  FOR  ALL  .  TIME  WILL  SEE  US  REALIGN  ,  DIAMONDS  REIGN  ACROSS  THE  SKY  ,  SHOWER  ME  INTO  THE  SAME  REALM  .  CALCULATE,  I'LL  EMBRACE  ,  HOLD  ON    .  (  COME  WITH  ME  NOW  )  .  RIGHT  AWAY  ,  OUTER  SPACE  WITH  ME  .  .  .  ONCE  AND  FOR  ALL  .  

poom  phuripan  sapsangsawat  ,    twenty-seven  ,    gender  non-conforming  ,    he  +  they      𐫱     ›   hey  ,  isn’t  that  rafayel  “  raf  ”  chariya  amarin  ?  i’ve  heard  that  they’ve  lived  in  bearhold  for  his  whole  life  .  rumor  has  it  that  they  can  be  rather  temperamental  and  impatient  ,  but  hey  ,  that’s  just  in  their  nature  as  a  nephilim.  they  totally  make  up  for  it  by  being  creative  and  hardworking  .  if�� you’re  looking  for  them  ,  you  can  probably  find  them  at  their  work  as  a  barista  at  great  bear  library  .

" COME  RIGHT  AWAY  WITH  ME  .  COME  ON  ,  YOU'LL  SEE  .  ONCE  AND  FOR  ALL  .  .  .   "

BASICS

full name ◦ rafayel  chariya  amarin . nicknames ◦ raf , strictly . ( NEVER call him rafayel , you might get punched ) . date of birth ◦ march 3rd . zodiac ◦ the world's most bratty pisces . age ◦ twenty - seven . gender ◦ gender non - conforming . pronouns ◦ he + they . sexuality ◦ somewhere in the ace umbrella ( sex positive ) . occupation ◦ barista at great bear library and amateur boxer . residence ◦ in his father's demon castle where they have servants and drink wine from skulls and — a delinquent hangout / apartment with his delinquent roommate .

PHSYICAL APPERANCE

height ◦ 5 ' 10 " / 177.8 cm hair color ◦ jet black . eye color ◦ dark brown . tattoos ◦ none .

KNOWN ABILITIES

WEATHER CONTROL ◦ his ability to control the elements manifests in the form of controlling aspects of the weather , electricity generation being one ability that he's able to access at will . as is the case with all of his abilities as a nephilim , he doesn't have the most control . in fact , their emotions are what rule their proficiency with their temperament often causing changes in the weather against his will .

TELEPORTATION ◦ teleportation , with some control of where and when it happens , but with the quirk that it's also randomly triggered when he sneezes .

SUPER STRENGTH AND SPEED ◦ he's not as strong or fast as a full angel or demon . it actually works in him walking a little faster and being able to carry a bit more than the average person should . trust that those groceries are all going up in ONE trip .

& lower proficiency with the other abilities nephilim are known to have .

INTROSPECTION

death / death mention tw . you  call  him  dad  for  the  first  time  today  as  you’re  leaving  his  place  .  back  to  him  ,  hand  raised  and  giving  a  single  wave  next  to  you  tilted  head  .  he's  ranting  at  you  in  a  voice  that's  more  exasperated  than  the  usual  stern  and  you're  trying  your  best  to  tune  him  out  .  so  many  figures  have  come  and  gone  from  your  life  that  you  made  a  point  to  always  toss  out  a  goodbye  ,  even  when  you  storm  out  ,  not  knowing  if  this  would  be  the  last  time  that  you’d  see  them  .  this  time  ,  you  find  yourself  hoping  to  have  the  stubborn  old  demon  there  waiting  up  for  you  when  you  stroll  back  in  in  the  late  hours  .  

“  yeah  ,  yeah  ,  later  ,  dad  .  “  it’s  not  an  accident  nor  is  it  misspoken  ,  no  ,  you’ve  been  sure  of  it  for  some  time  now  .  to  finally  hear  it  out  loud  now  ,  it  embarrasses  you  in  how  sensitive  it  makes  you  feel  .  you  don’t  remember  the  first  few  parental  figures  he  left  you  with  ,  but  you  do  still  think  about  the  old  witch  that  you  spent  most  of  your  childhood  with  .  how  ,  even  with  her  kind  eyes  and  soft  hands  ,  she  ,  too  ,  eventually  lost  her  patience  with  you  .  you  were  a  problem  child  ,  an  omen  ,  demon  child  and  everything  else  that  stirred  up  enough  spite  from  the  dust  of  your  broken  heart  to  conjure  lightning  to  strike  into  flame  .  rain  fell  as  you  cried  that  morning  to  extinguish  the  stubborn  fires  she  had  flung  you  out  of  as  if  to  apologize  for  her  cruel  words  ,  but  it  doesn’t  mend  your  heart  .  you  are  still  all  of  those  things  that  she  said  ,  even  if  she  still  deemed  you  worth  saving  .

age  nine  and  orphaned  with  nothing  but  rubble  at  your  feet  ,  the  footsteps  of  the  familiar  demon  sort  through  soot  and  ash  to  get  to  you  .  he  doesn’t  keep  you  then  ,  instead  you  find  yourself  with  a  new  witch  in  a  new  home  .  another  kind  lady  with  kind  hands  .  another  loss  of  patience  when  your  problems  seem  to  rear  their  ugly  head  again  .  your  heart  heats  with  rage  and  then  numbs  .  the  demon  returns  again  .  you’re  twelve  now  and  you  tell  him  ,  with  tears  swelling  at  the  corner  of  your  sharp  eyes  ,  that  you  really  fucking  hate  witches  .  

at  fifteen  ,  you’re  sure  that  you’re  cursed  ,  an  omen  just  like  all  of  the  witches  of  your  past  have  shouted  before  their  demise  .  that  demon  ,  the  only  person  in  your  life  to  emerge  from  flame  instead  of  perish  in  it  ,  puts  you  with  another  witch  ,  ignoring  your  tantrum  .  this  time  ,  you  don’t  wait  for  it  to  all  end  in  ash  .  you  run  away  at  seventeen  ,  finding  yourself  at  the  crossroads  —  finding  him  instead  of  him  finding  you  .  

later  ,  dad  .  you  threw  it  behind  you  like  a  grenade  and  took  off  running  before  you  could  hear  any  protest  or  indifference,  which  would  somehow  be  worse  .  ten  years  had passed  and  not  without  their  challenges  ,  but  you  learned  a  lot  from  the  demon  with  tired  eyes  .  your  heart  has  mended  into  something  stubbornly  strong  and  you  dare  not  say  that  it’s  from  love  .  just  the  thought  makes  you  roll  your  eyes  .  in  the  middle  of  your  dash  you  slow  your  pace  to  spin  on  your  heels  and  cup  your  hands  around  your  mouth  .  “  don’t  fucking  die  while  i’m  gone  ,  old  man  !  “  you  shout  back  with  a  half  smile.  

don’t  give  up  on  me  .

HEADCANONS

he's a bit of a bad omen , bad things just seem to happen to the people around them .

is very bratty , 90s anime delinquent coded . main character inspirations are yusuke urameshi from yu yu hakusho , inuyasha and josuke joestar from jjba .

his love languages are physical touch and bitching .

is actually really hardworking and good at his job even though he claims to hate it .

got into boxing around age seventeen with a amateur debut at twenty - one . is undefeated , currently , in competition .

[musewritingsforyou]

Coming Home

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Final

Summary: Spencer deals with the news he has received

Warnings: Anxiety, crying, panic, trauma, self harm, suicide, death (past), injury, stalking, swearing, angst

Pairing: Spencer Reid x reader

words: 1.6k

A/N: The final Part!!!! again this one is pretty dark, but not quite as difficult or long as the last one. I cried yall.

*I do not own any CM characters

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Part 10

Spencer~

I must have sat there in silence for at least five minutes. I kept my hand on her back and tried to keep my own breathing calm. I know it's cliche to say I never thought it would happen to me. But it's true. Even in my line of work, you never think it'll happen to you, until it does. I stared at the dirt beneath my feet and wondered what question to ask first. When I finally lifted my head, hers was down, refusing to meet my face.

“So, Ben?” It wasn't the first on my list, but I knew the story hadn't ended just yet. She only stopped it there because she was too afraid, and I knew that feeling all too well.

“He received an envelope the same as mine two weeks before he killed himself.” My brain switched modes as she spoke. I went from boyfriend to profiler before I could really stop myself. I mean, anyone would in that situation right? It can't just be a coincidence.

“Did you know that-”

“That he was going to kill himself? No. he sent me pictures of his envelope just like I did when we were in highschool. We talked on the phone hours before. I've talked to people on the edge before, I've talked people off the edge before. He wasn't planning it. That I'm sure of.”

I thought back to the first night she stayed at my apartment. Before we moved in together, I think it was after about a month of dating that she slept there for the first time. I remembered how guarded she was at first. How she would always wear something that went at least down to her knees. That first night she put on a sweater of mine and for the first time I saw her scars. Not just on her legs, but on her torso as well. Long intentional, surgical scars. I never asked.

“y/n/n, those scars, were they from-” she cut me off again, hearing me say it seemed to be too much for her.

“Some of them are from the surgeries. Some aren't”  the pain in her voice was too much. It wasn't fair. She didn't deserve this. What I would do if I could get my hands on the man that did this-

“Let me find him.”  it came out before I even knew I wanted to say it.

y/n~

I finally looked up.

“What?”

“Let me find the man who did this. Give me the word and I will have the whole team looking for him. Or just me, I don't care about who does it. Let me make sure that he can't take one more thing from you.”

The tears that I had just gotten to stop came back. I knew he would do that. I knew he would do anything to protect me. But to be honest, I didn’t feel like I deserved it.

“After all the lies that I've told to you? My best friend killed himself because of someone that only wanted to hurt me. How am I any better than he is?”

My lips trembled when I looked at Spencer. Even in all of the pain that he has been in, all of the emotions I'm sure he felt as I told him my story, he hadn’t cried. Not until now.

Spencer~

I had kept strong for her. As she first saw me, when she first heard me speak, when she told me of all that happened to her. But hearing her blame herself. Her pain was so evident. It broke my heart more than I knew was possible. I took my hand from her back and put it on her cheek so she had no choice but to look at me.

“You listen to me. This was not your fault, do you understand? You did not lie to me, you kept strong to protect me, to protect everyone! There was no way you could have known that after all this man had done to you he was going to hurt someone else! None of this is on you! I love you so, so, so much, and I'm so-” My voice cracked as I cried and trembled. “So sorry that you thought you had to do this alone. So please, please. Let me do this for you.”

She stayed quiet as she sobbed and trembled but finally nodded. She squeezed her eyes shut and I pulled her into me. I would die before letting anything else get to her.

__________

Eventually, after the both of us had laughed and wiped the snot and tears from each other's faces we hobbled back into the house where her sister was waiting.

“So?”

“I promise the both of you, I will find this man.”

She looked back at me and nodded before reaching out to y/n and pulling her into a hug.

“Good, it's about time someone did.”

I walked to the couch and pulled my phone from the hospital bag before calling Garcia.

“Boy wonder! You don't text, you don't call! Where have you been!” her voice made me smile, she was always a little light in the darkness.

“I know, I know, I'm sorry, I've been dealing with a lot. Garcia I need you to do something for me,”

“Anything, what do you need?”

“Can you get the rest of the team on the phone?”

“Hah, can I, of course I can! Who do you think you're talking to. Hold please.” She paused and I heard several other lines connect.

“Alright and here we are, Reid everyones on the line now”

“Thanks Garcia. I need everyone's help.”

_________

(3 month time jump)

y/n~

I waited anxiously on the large bed in Spencer and I’s room. My phone sat beside my leg and I nervously checked it every few seconds waiting for the call that could change my life.

Three months ago Spencer called his team and told them my story. He explained to them everything leading from when I was sixteen to the moment Spencer was shot. The team agreed to help the both of us and gathered as much information as they could. About one week ago Spencer got a call from Emily just after we had arrived back home in DC. -

“So?” I paced around our apartment anxiously as he set his phone down on the coffee table.

“They think they found him.” I stopped walking around right as the words came out of his mouth and gulped.

“Do you think-”

“It's him, y/n. It's him”- 

And Spencer was right. It was him. They left that night for Maine. I fought and fought, trying to convince all of them, but in the end Spencer convinced me not to. -

“Spence you don’t understand! I have to go!”

“Look at me. I know how much this means to you, I do. You can not come with us. I can’t put you at risk like that!”

“Spencer the last time you were there you were shot! Five goddamn times!” He ran a hand through his hair and grabbed my hand from where he sat on the couch. He pulled me into his lap and looked me right in the eyes.

“I will get him, I promise. I will call you every hour and I will even stay with your sister if it means you don't come. Trust me, I want you with me every moment! But I want you alive more.”-  

So, I stayed. He kept his promise to me. He called me every hour and never once did I hear the dreaded dial tone. He stayed with my sister and her husband and kids, and every time he came home, Lu would send me a picture of him with my nieces and nephews. A couple of hours ago he called me, one of his hourly check-ins but the tone of his voice was different. He was trying to hide something from me. -

“Spencer what's going on?”

“Nothing I promise!”

“No, there's definitely something happening! What's going on Spence?”

“We found him.”

“Yeah, I know that, that's why you're in Maine, what do you mean?”

“No, y/n, we found his house. He’s in custody right now.” My heart stopped for a moment.

“y/n/n? You there?”

“Im here, i’m here”

“All we need now is a confession. Emily and JJ are working on him right now.”   

He reassured me that he was okay, and said he would call me soon. He texted me at his next check-in saying he was fine but that he needed to work on the confession, that he would call me when they got it, when they were leaving. And just like that my phone rang. I almost fell off of the edge of the bed to grab it, dropping my phone in the process.

“Spence?”

“Yeah, yeah, it’s me babe”

“So?” My heart rate sped up and I felt light headed

“We got it y/n/n.” I cried and put a hand on my chest. Years of pain. Years of being paranoid. Years of never seeing my family out of fear that it would hurt them. Years of thinking that my best friend's death was my fault. And just like that, the man who caused all of it. All of my pain and my fear and my panic and my trauma and my scars. Just like that, it's gone.

“y/n are you still there?”

“yeah, yeah, im here, sorry, it's just-”

“I know, I know. It’s okay now” I nodded even though I knew he couldn't see me.

“y/n, I'm coming home”

With three words he saved me. With three words he made all of my fear for him worth it. He made every second worth it. He made coming home worth it.

[neutrallyobsessed]

òwô what's this?? some info dumping bout my ttte stand user au?

....or stand au, cause the humanized versions are the stands but that's besides the point buT YEAHHH not everything is complete, but that's the fun about it, i just want you to read some of my thought process and maybe you can help me fill some blanks x3

General Info About The Stands:

The locomotives and other vehicles are alive! i don't know why (yet?), so moving on. All of them can manifest a human form called Stand, they are shaped like that because engines always think on what could be the most useful. Engines and Stands co-exist so we can have double the blorbos! Two of Them™ :D! They work togheter and are either a good moral compass that helps their desicion making for what would be best or enablers agents of chaos, it depends of the mood, circumstances, if they've been bothered by another engine, etc.

Stands may look human but they're definitely not humans. The grey skin is the first giveaway; then there's the fact that they can hover, basically float like a couple of cms off the air and be (almost) as fast (also strong) as their locomotive counterparts so they can follow them as they steam along the railway~. Tho they usually just sit on the boiler, another thing a human couldn't do, plus they control their tangibility at will, so waist-down can be tangible to sit on top of the train while leaving the rest of the body untangible thus unnaffected by the wind caused by the high speeds.

I'm not thinking too deeply about their digestive systems but they can eat pretty much everything... as long as it can be easily destroyed by fire. So apart from being able to consume their fuel by mouth they can enjoy "human food" if they so desire. Among... other things.

I haven't decided on distance ranges but they do differ depending on the type of ability or lack thereof

「STAND MASTER」: Thomas

「STAND NAME」: Ride The Blue Limbo

Ability: Shadow Travelling. He can enter a shadow and come out of a different one. He's invisible and bidimensional during the travelling but one can see the movement around, like if he is going through a path with rocks you'd see the rocks moving, just not who is moving them.

「STAND MASTER」: Edward

He doesn't have an ability besides the human form, but some people say that its a lack of aging. Will expand on the character sheet coming this millenium A

「STAND MASTER」: Henry

「STAND NAME」: Niwashi King

Ability: Botanokinesis. Can creat and manipulate fertile soil and the plants that can grow out of it, including concrete. The speed on which the grow depends on the final size (ie. grass grows in an instant but a tree could only spark a small branch look in a minute).

「STAND MASTER」: Gordon

「STAND NAME」:

Ability: Fast Travelling. It kinda looks like teleportation, with the way he stands in one place and then he is 100mts away but it is just running/hovering really fast 'cause it can be caught on camera.

「STAND MASTER」: James

「STAND NAME」:

Ability: Red Glitter. He can produce glitter out of his hands which not only makes him sparkle and look even more dashing as he goes by but also can be a great distraction weapon. Imagine getting that shit in your eyes. Terrible! It dissapears after 30 mins.

「STAND MASTER」: Percy

「STAND NAME」: Fly Away

Ability: Flying. xd.

「STAND MASTER」: Toby

「STAND NAME」: Caramell (yes THAT Caramell xd)

Ability: Much like a cat, he can fit his body in very small things, as long as his head fits. Very flexible the old champ

「STAND MASTER」: Donald/Douglas

「STAND NAME」: [name of vinyl record] Side A/B

Ability: Foresight/Hindsight. Whoever is the funni one has the foresight of 10 seconds, so it's usually used like this. The sane one has the hindsight ability which is mostly him saying "you shouldn't have done that" ............ i don't know which is which i am a dissapointment to this fandom i'll try to do better ówò

「STAND MASTER」: Oliver

「STAND NAME」: Mr. Worldwide

Ability: Multilanguage understanding. Another fact of locomotives and stands is that since they don't have ears, spoken communication is done by feeling vibrations and lip-reading. So Oliver's ability consists in being able to understand the lip movements and vibrations of all other languages

「STAND MASTER」: Emily

「STAND NAME」: Plastic Beach

Ability: Circular Saws she can summon at will replacing her hands or feet. They have a radius of her forearms.

「STAND MASTER」: Nia

「STAND NAME」: Asheru MEGALOPOLIS PATROL HELL YEAH SOUL'D OUT IS FINALLY HERE GREATEST REFERENCE OF ALL TIME EVERYTHING CONNECTS OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Ability: Creating chairs (one at a time) or any sitting furniture she can lift. They can be used for anything she wants, but they are usually used as throwing weapons

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aaaand that's all i have for the moment. like,, i do have some other design for other characters but when it comes to their abilties, that's about it, anyways thanks for reading and i'll be listening to your song recs (and they better be good because i am extremely picky and super annoying about music, i love and hate everything at the same time, you could say im a neutral extremist :v)

[lyssentome]

15 tags, 15 mutuals

Tagged by @eli-writes-sometimes , thank you!

tagging: @isabellebissonrouthier @toribookworm22 @notalazysod @reysfictionalworlds @harinawa @promptinator-writes @moonandris @ryns-ramblings and open tag (I know this isn't 15 but shhh)

Doing this for Alexius from Heirs of Starlight because I do not talk about him enough and Arden has been getting too much attention, as much as I love him.

1. Are you named after anyone?

I was named after my mother's best friend. I remember him as the honorary uncle, and a much more fun one than my actual relatives.

2. When was the last time you cried?

My mother's death anniversary. I've gotten to a point where I don't cry as much about it anymore, but I was feeling particularly emotional this year for some reason.

3. Do you have kids?

No. Maybe one day.

4. Do you use sarcasm?

Sometimes, especially when I'm annoyed. Compared to Arden and Valeria I'm as genuine as they come though.

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

Their eyes and the shade of their aura. I don't intentionally seek out how dark or light someone's aura is when meeting them, but it happens involuntarily, so that is something I notice.

6. What's your eye color?

Dark gray. They look black in darker lighting, which is convenient when I don't want to be recognized in public.

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

Definitely happy endings. I like scary movies, but I'm inclined to indulge in happy endings more. The world has so little happy endings, I think we deserve some happy endings even if they're fictional.

8. Any special talents?

I'm not sure... I'm a retrocognitive, if that counts. Personally I would count that as a curse rather than a special talent. It's not always pleasant to be able to see into other people's memories exactly as how they remember it, especially when it happens involuntarily.

9. Where were you born?

Contrary to popular belief, I wasn't born in Kayore like most Terician royalty. I was instead born in the coastal city where most of my mother's side of the family resides, Laucean.

10. What are your hobbies?

I like being around nature, usually in the form of hiking or simply observing things in the palace gardens. I also like reading and playing the flute.

11. Have you any pets?

Sort of? I have an animal I've bonded with, but I wouldn't call him a pet because I'm not keeping him, he just shows up when he wants to. It's a black dog, but I'm not sure what he actually is. I know he's not just a regular stray dog though. I think he might be a hellhound or something similar.

12. What sports do you play/have played?

Apart from mandatory physical training, I haven't done much sports except for hiking and swimming. I don't think those count due to those being mostly recreational to me.

13. How tall are you?

(Completely disregarding that centimeters and feet would not be used here ofc)

I'm 188 cm tall, or around 6'2.

14. Favorite subject in school?

I really enjoyed ethics and natural sciences.

15. Dream job?

In another life I would like to work with animals and/or something nature-related.

[ofmusicalmagic]

Rose

Dossier.

NAME: Rooswitha, goes by Roos or Rose, tells everyone her last name is Witha.

BORN IN: Jötunheim.

LOCATION: Has a big mansion in a small town in the Netherlands, but travels a lot! Has apartments all over the world.

PROFESSION: In modern times she is a musician, pretty famous.

AGE: She doesn't really know. Lost count a long time ago. Around 1000 years is a good enough guess.

SPECIES: Goddess, Witch, Succubus, even though the energy doesn't have to be sexual, can also be from worship. She doesn't know exactly what she is, but she doesn't really care either. There were some Germanic tribes, especially in the Netherlands who worshipped her as a minor goddess of music, poetry and sexuality.

SEXUALITY: Lesbian.

GENDER: Female, she/her.

HEIGHT: 5”10’ or 177 cm.

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Long red wavy hair, lean, long limbs. very pale, with freckles. Bright green eyes. She has multiple Runes tattooed on her body. She feels most comfortable in long dresses that show of her curves. Prefers not to wear shoes, but is aware that she needs to in public. However she takes them of whenever she can. She looks to be in her early/mid thirties.

CHARACTER: Extrovert, Intelligent, Dominant, Flirty, Musical, Charismatic, Manipulative, Confident. Rose is a neutral character, she can be seen as the villain by some, but can also be a hero in other stories about her. Mostly she does what feels good to her, not always caring about the impact it may have on others. Chaotic Neutral.

FANDOM: Original Character / Multifandom, I can place her in almost every fandom, we can pretend she was banished to whatever world your muse is in, she just doesn't have a human verse.

FACECLAIM: Florence Welch.

Background.

Rose was born a long time ago, she doesn't know how old she is, she didn't keep count, but it is estimated she came into existence around 1000 years ago to a Jotün mother, her father unknown. All she knows about him is that he was a chaotic being, possibly an incubus, which is where her need to consume energy comes from.

She lived for around 500 years in Jotunheim, enjoying her live there. Music, poetry, dance, performing and more specifically singing was always a big part of her, something she was extremely good at. This talent made her popular in not only Jotunheim, but also Alfheim, Vanaheim and Asgard, which she visited often, learning seidr, witchcraft and the customs wherever she went. She even had some lovers among the gods and goddesses.

One day she met a particular goddess and grew extremely fond of her, one who understood her love for music, dance and poetry. However, someone else, someone more powerful also grew fond of that same goddess. Someone who didn't like Rose being the one standing between them. So he made sure Odin would banish Rose, not only out of Asgard, but to Midgard, making sure she wouldn't be able to return ever again.

Having to live among the humans was at first difficult, it was something very different from everything she had ever known and learned about, eventually though she learned to adapt. Especially when finding out there was plenty of magic in this world if you knew where to find it. She has lived with a coven of witches for a while, learning their magic and how to access it.

In the 500ish years on earth she has been multiple things, in multiple countries, but Europe, more specifically the Netherlands, the place where they used to worship her back when Paganism was still widely practiced, keeps calling her the most.

Among other things she has been a town Witch, a Queen, A cult leader (in the 60's) and more recently a famous musician.

To be added to later.

Powers.

Immortality, it doesn't mean she can't die, but no one ever managed. The only way to kill her is to make sure she hasn't fed from energy for a long time, thus making her weak enough to not be able to instantly heal wounds.

She feels life energy and has to feed off of this, or needs to get energy from people worshipping her to keep her strong and powerful. She won't die if she hasn't been feeding, but does get more vulnerable and feels her energy and power dwindle slowly. Sometimes she feeds off of people's life energy, taking it fully, killing them in the process.

That said, her body is self healing when she feeds regularly.

Rose is stronger and faster than humans are.

She is extremely charismatic, humans can't keep their eyes off of her when she enters a room. Even supernatural beings might feel some sort of initial attraction to her, even though they might see through this and recognize it for what it is.

Rose is able to cast spells and make some basic potions. She never got beyond some basic things.

Levitation during meditation and practicing Seiðr.

She practices Seiðr. She usually practices this outside in the woods. She makes music using drums, dances, and sings to get herself into an alternate state of being.

[otakunews01]

Scans en el volumen 29 de la revista Charaby TV

Los scans han llegado

Scans en alta resolución en la fuente de Charaby TV.

[itadakimasu-letmeeat]

[tsukkilatte]

[starry-skies-skiess]

Itsudatte Bokura no Koi wa 10 cm Datta. Opening We Have Always Been 10 cm Apart I do not own anything. 

[meganefeedbacks]

We have always been 10 cm apart

[wintersonnet]

Anime:Itsudate Bokura No Koi Wa 10 Cm Datta

[writing-in-april]

Guest Lecturer

Spencer Reid x Female Reader

Summary: Reader gets Spencer riled up during class while he’s guest lecturing.

A/N: This is my 6th fic for my 750 follower celebration! This one kind of got away from me and I’ve been second guessing what I wrote all day lmao- I also imagine this as like season 9/10 Spencer. Thank you again to @spencers-dria who listens to all my rants about my writing AND gave me this idea. She’s amazing, everyone should go check out her fics.

Warnings: 18+, Established FWB relationship, Teasing in public, Spencer gets an untimely boner, Oral sex (M receiving), Unprotected sex, Degradation, Creampie

Main Masterlist Word count: 1.6k

“One of the earliest modern theories about criminology stated that criminals couldn’t help it—they were simply born that way. Cesare Lombroso came up with the theory, which he called “The Criminal Man,” in the late 19th century. Lombroso’s theory helped to unify criminal traits and identification (while also perhaps not paying enough attention to upbringing and environment as criminal factors).”

Whenever I invited Spencer to guest lecture in the criminology course I taught I got even more excited to do my job. The way he delivered every lecture sucked me in immediately, my full attention completely on him.

Today however, was different. The lecture I had invited him to do on the early history of the subject was material I had heard millions of times before as an educator. My mind was wandering more than usual and it had specifically wandered to observing how good Dr. Reid looked today. The two of us weren’t officially together, but all the late nights we both spent at each other’s apartments were not just to ‘hang out’.

I decided to tease him a little, to put my distracted mind to good use, after all he did something similar last week. I was sitting in the back of the relatively small lecture hall, but I knew of ways I could get Spencer’s eyes on me within an instant.

He was rambling on about the flaws in early criminology theories when I started to unbutton and shuck off my blazer. It was an innocent act that any wandering eyes of my students would not question, but the way I purposefully slightly traced over the edges of my bra was sure to get Spencer’s attention.

“S-sorrry class, I lost my train of thought.” I smirked as he stumbled over his words, he was so easy. He picked the lecture back up swiftly after that, though perhaps he was rambling a bit faster than before.

I was unsatisfied, so I continued on in my pursuit to make Spencer blush. I made a show of how I started to unbutton my blouse, but only the first two, I wasn’t trying to get fired here. The top two buttons, however small, served their purpose. When unbuttoned, they showed just enough of my chest that Spencer again started stuttering. My students were rather used to his stuttering, he’d often get talking so fast that he’d trip over his words and have to start the sentence over again. Knowing that in this case, his stuttering was for a different reason made my panties start to dampen.

My final tease towards the end of the lecture was to show him how turned on I was just from teasing him. I looked to make sure none of my students were just as distracted as I was and had wandering eyes before enacting the final stage of my revenge. I shifted to the side in my seat so my legs were facing halfway into the aisle, then uncrossing them which gave Spencer a good look at my panties. Maybe he would also be able to see the wet spot that had already begun to form, I was so glad I wore a skirt today.

His cheeks were starting to flush a deep red as he tried to casually shuffle behind the podium on the other side of the small stage where he finished the last bit of his lecture. I had no doubt he moved there in an attempt to hide his tightening slacks. I smirked again, mission accomplished.

After the end of his lecture I made my way up to the stage and dispersed my students. Once they had all asked their lingering questions to me and Spencer I turned to him and asked coyly, “Could we go talk in my office, Spencer?”

—-

“Sit down.” I commanded and motioned to my desk chair at the other side of the office. Spencer immediately followed my command, sitting down obediently on the chair with his hands laced together in front of him. “Why were you so distracted today Spencer?”

The flush that had been present earlier returned to his cheeks at my words before he started to stutter out, “You were t-teasing me during the lecture, I just wasn’t expecting it.”

“Well- you teased me last week did you not? After all, who was the poet that said- All is fair in love and war?” I asked while making my way to stand tall over where he was sitting in my chair.

“John Lyly.” He did not stutter this time when he answered my question, but the end of it rose in pitch when I started to get down on my knees. I may have been the one getting down on my knees, but there was no doubt who was the one in charge, me.

“You alright with me being a little rougher with my words today Spencer?” We had talked about rougher degradation before, he had even used harsh words on me before, though I still wanted to make sure that he was ok with it. Once he gave me the go ahead I only had one more thing to say to him before. Got started, “And, make sure to be quiet. We wouldn’t want anyone to hear how loud you are for me, would we?”

He nodded fast at my command, already so desperate for me to get started. I pulled his belt out of the loops then swiftly pulling down his pants and boxers, revealing his hard length to me. I kissed my way up his length, following the already throbbing vein that ran up the side before taking him into my mouth. His hands pulled into fists as I started to bob my head vigorously, also making sure to hollow my cheeks. I then batted his hand away when it involuntarily came to rest on my hand, then grabbed both of his hands to hold them down on the seat of the chair. Then, while holding him down partially I took him as far down my throat as possible, slightly gagging on him. His hips squirmed a little and when I looked up through my lashes I could see him biting down hard on his bottom lip to contain his moans. My own wetness was making me just as desperate as him, I pulled off of him so I could have us both indulge. His hips jerked desperately towards my mouth searching out his release he so desperately wanted. At least he was silently complaining and didn’t break my no noises rule. I spoke with a bite in my tone as I stripped out of my own clothes, “Don’t complain, despite being a desperate little thing you have been good so far, I was going to let you cum inside.” I hovered my dripping pussy over his length, I needed an apology from him before I was to indulge myself.

“I’m sorry…” He whimpered. “Please, let me have you?”

“Since you seem so sorry I’ll let it slide.” I scoffed a little before allowing myself to sink down onto his length. I had to bite my own lip hard as I felt all the ridges of his cock while I slowly sunk down on him, he always filled me so perfectly. As I started to move on top of him slowly I reveled in the way he tried to move underneath me, but the way I sat above him in the desk chair had his hips pinned firmly down.

“What do you think everyone would say if they saw you underneath me? What would they say when they found out that their guest lecturer is such a little whore for their professor?” He mewled loudly at my degrading words, so loudly that I had to clamp your hand over his mouth. “I told you to be quiet, I guess since you’re incapable of following my directions all the way through, I’ll just have to keep my hand here.”

He mewled underneath my hand, not stopping himself from holding back his noises now that my hand was muffling them. I could tell he was getting close, so I sped up the rolling of my hips and increased how harshly I bounced on top of him.

“Cum with me.” I ordered just as I could feel my orgasm beginning to overtake me. Spencer happily took my orders, it only took two more thrusts for him to come apart. He greedily grabbed my hips and slammed me down all the way down onto his length, spilling himself as deep inside me as he could. I would’ve normally chastised him for his greediness, but I was too distracted by the devastating orgasm I was riding out to really care.

After we both rode out our highs I let Spencer bask in the warmth of me for a few minutes before I got up to dole out the aftercare. Aftercare was arguably my favorite part of being with Spencer. I enjoyed my post coital conversations with him immensely and he was also the best at cuddling.

“Do you think your students suspected anything?” The worry in his voice was evident as I cleaned up the evidence of our excursion.

“No I don't think so, and even if they did they wouldn’t say anything, we didn’t do anything that would get me fired.” I hummed and sat down on Spencer’s lap, enveloping him in my warmth. I ran my fingers through his hair loving the way his curls felt through my fingers, I was so glad I didn’t have any more classes I had to teach today. I spoke again, with a little more affection in my tone compared to our normal post coital bliss conversations,“You are my favorite guest lecturer.”

“I’m your favorite guest lecturer?”

I snickered a little bit before answering,“Did I never tell you? You’re actually my only one.”

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