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[zariyen]

i've opened up preorders for my twst gashapon charms! preorder period will end on the 16th of May, and be shipped out approx. late May/early June! 🥺

Etsy

BigCartel

[simpingforstardew]

drafts i want to finish this weekend:

harvey smut

sebastian x transmasc!reader

misty chapter 4

emily x sick!reader headcanons

[okmcintyre]

If We're Here (for the Rest of Our Lives) by twosuns

My Bellarke Secret Santa gift for @writetheniteaway 💙

Wishing you a very, very happy New Year!! Hope you enjoy reading this one & tysm for the prompt!

Written for #bellarkegifts2023, prompt of: "PTSD/nightmares/injuries... any of that sweet sweet angst". I took THE MOST angsty storyline and flipped it to a version that I hope y'all will enjoy. Bellamy + Clarke + stuck on a planet together, probably to die there. They both have a hard time with it.

Big thanks to @bellarke-events for organizing this great event! Fandom has gifted us so much fanfic to catch up on 🤩💕☺️🎉

[wisheswagered]

Evelyn's gaze is as sharp as a hawk's as she observes the suspicious man before her. But as sharp as it is, it's also equally as subtle - to the point where an ordinary person might not be able to tell she was studying them at all. Of course, Evelyn gets the impression that this man is far from ordinary...

"Don't you think that outfit you're wearing is taking things a little too far?" She greets him with a somewhat-sarcastic question - the bandages aren't exactly subtle. Still, there's a tension in the room that she's sure both parties are aware of... which is to be expected, when Evelyn still doesn't remember how she ended up in this manor at all.

Is he the culprit, or is he another victim? That's the first thing this "Faro Lady" needs to figure out.

"...Hmm, I suppose that was rather rude of me. Please accept my apologies... and let me ask another question instead. Who might you be?"

@kllsworn ( starter! )

[em0gw0rl]

hey so i'm:

back

better than ever

hello

[coollyinterferes]

Joseph is just going to give his dear old Uncle a great big hug for the coming winter months. Not only that but a beaming smile too as he laughs proudly and totally did NOT plant a sticky note on Speedwagon's back saying he's the best uncle in the world.

unprompted asks 【always accepting】 @gazelessmenagerie

The silent hug from Joseph is welcomed by the old man with literal open arms. Speedwagon hugs the younger and much taller male back, giving him a wholehearted hug that rivals Joseph's in warmth too. It's mindblowing how tall his dear Joseph has gotten over the last few years! Despite not being much like his grandfather in regards to overall personality, Joseph definitely has Jonathan's genes and it shows. It's not that Robert hadn't noticed how tall Joseph had grown, because he did, it's just that it always becomes a lot more evident when they share a moment like this.

"That was really sweet, Jojo." Robert says with a smile that reflects that fondness he has for the youngest Joestar. One of his hands goes to pat the top of Joseph's head, ruffling the young man's hair just a little, fondly, like he always would when Jojo was little and the two spent hours playing together or reading comics and stories about fantastic heroes,and so on.

"I really appreciate it. Thank you, dearest."

[divinelght]

☀️

[juicezone]

👉👈 little art request...could you draw copper king pixlriffs for me maybe? group hug with the cod alliance or maybe just being silly with fwhip?

It's a group hug! (Sort of!) More like family picture vibes where the two kids are arguing while the parents are pretending nothings happening <3

[hearthtales]

Nettie had never met someone who matched her bubbly energy, someone eager to join her in every game. Needless to say, the child was thrilled. She giggled when Nightshade bounced as well.

Then— a snap of fingers and a ripple of magic. Both kids’ eyes widened as the room tidied itself, and a little “ohhhh” of wonder escaped Nettie despite her disappointment at the fort’s disappearance. If it were up to her, she’d never take the fort down. She turned to Bran, curious. “Why doesn’t Maude do that?”

The boy shrugged. “She used to, sometimes. Then she stopped.” Gruff, who had trotted away to pursue a pillow, padded back to Bran’s side. Bran scratched the dog’s neck. “Guess she likes cleaning too much.”

Nettie invited Bran to join them in their games, but Bran politely declined, claiming he wanted to finish assembling the puzzle. Gruff stayed behind as well.

Nettie took Nightshade’s hand and led her toward her room, humming a cheery little tune. “Can I braid your hair, too?” she asked along the way, glancing up at Nightshade with admiration. “It’s so pretty.”

Nettie's elation was so contagious, even Nightshade forgot that it had just been raining outside. As much as she enjoyed jumping in puddles and making mud-pies as any other kid would, they couldn't risk Nettie catching a cold! Not right when things were just starting to get fun!

"That all sounds peachy keen!" exclaimed Nightshade, clasping her hands together. Fortunate for Nettie, Nightshade made a solid playmate; she had just as much energy as her and all the time and attention to spare. "We can do all three! I'd love to see your room! An' I might not be as good an artist as you, but I know some doodle games we can play too!" she suggested, matching Nettie's bounce.

"Oh, but first - we probably shouldn't leave the room like this!" With a snap of her fingers, their makeshift fort cleaned up after themselves. The pillows were fluffed and put back into their proper places. The quilts folded themselves and settled back onto the nearby seats. "There! That's better~"

[likesouvenirs]

it was a day of disasters. one after another, after another.

first, his alarm didn’t go off ( …or he snoozed and had no recollection of it ). then, breakfast was burned as he was stuck in a daydream of lying on a beach back home. after that, the man felt in his bones that this was just going to be that kind of day.

//

leaning his hip against the counter, illuminated by cool overhead lights, heath was in a trance. the sounds of an alarm was distant — a warning to stay where he was until the lights and beeps ceased.

heath was waiting for a blood splatter on a ceramic square to do something. anything. with the combination of impatience with this slow moving test, and the irritation from the incessant alarm, heath couldn’t help but drop his head in near defeat.

breathe in. breathe out. another voice appeared in his head and spoke.

‘ hey, look at me, it’s not that bad. ‘ that wasn’t in his head.

a twitch of a small grin threatened to break his solemn demeanor as his nose confirmed that it was @analyticallyminded who spoke, smelling distinctly like vanilla and berries.

“oh no, a lockdown is totally the most normal thing i’ve been through,” sarcasm dripped. shoulders lifted into a shrug as he stood up straight and away from the counter, his lower back making a cracking noise. swallowing, eyes bounced between the stationary blood and jemma next to him. she wasn’t wrong. they were safe, they were able to continue with their day for the most part — this was just something they had to ride out.

exhaling a breath from his chest, heath turned to face her. “whatever would i do without you, jemma simmons?”

[abyssurvived]

holden from @cultfic liked for a starter! ( accepting! )

          ivy can’t tell you the last time she found herself involved in something so mundane—- it’s almost funny, the well learnt script already rattling off in her mind, promises and reassurances that "of course a human can do this, we’ve seen worse!" on the very tip of her tongue that breath almost evades her when pools of earthy greens finally meet the very thing she had been so prepared for. it’s gruesome, still plucks on that tiny thread of instinct that sends goosebumps to prickle across suit adorned flesh, but not near the sight blend had expected—- the blood drowning the grout & staining the once magnolia-white walls are, but the cause of such gore is… mundane. too mundane. 

         dry swallow is forced down coffee-burnt throat, blend thankful for the smeared peppermint oil stinging her cupid’s bow. all at once, hunter turned investigator is whisked out of her frame, ivy donning the same human-suit she’s sewn throughout her times in the bureau; shoulder remain tensed despite the relief so heavy on her limbs she almost sags, exhale of breath forced through teeth to impersonate someone tired of seeing the same thing over & over again, shaking hand running over her scalp and down her ponytail in a self sooth ( the one action that sings true ), with knees & thighs protesting the sudden shift in her weight, blend lowers to get herself closer and examine—- earthy greens flutter over the face, taking in the ichor-crusted scalp, the splatter of saliva crusted against gaping mouth, but never meeting the eyes—- ( the eyes are winda’s t’the soul ) before head is twisted, words spoken to the corpse but directed to fellow investigator. 

          ❛ —-s’what we sayin’ baby blues, jealous baby mama or delusional ex?  ❜

[fossiled]

@susponte liked for a starter! ( accepting! )

            it’s thanks to a great deal of therapy, the constant grounding that ellie, lex and tim are alive & safe and the rattle of the good’ doctor’s medicine that keeps alan far from the same brink of panic that had settled deep and heavy in his bones after the park, the same panic stuffed low that led him to waking in cold sweat in the middle of the night at the first sound of distress from his company the first nights in costa rica, that had him flinching and wincing at every growl, snarl or even bark of the nearby dogs—-- it never leaves the palaeontologist; still leaves his legs tight as if he’ll need to race off at the drop of a hat, still leaves his palms sweat slick and useless the moments the birds stop calling and that eerie silence falls on him, still makes his shirt collar too tight in the unforgiving heat, and still sends that cold rush of fear down his spine. 

            rationally, he knows that there’d be no point to send him back to the park, knows that would cost to much money that’s already been spent, already been wasted in those long months wherein both costa rica and the usa’s government argued back & forth on the legitimate innocence that alan and the other survivors had ( and god, could it even be surviving? ), and ultimately knows that even if he were sent back, that’d be a suicide mission; a final farewell to the palaeontologist, a cruel reminder of the nightmares he can’t ever truly escape. 

              alan likes to pride himself on his rationality, his age old ability to get himself out of nearly everything and anything, and yet he feels like a kid sizing up his highschool bully, at the sight of @susponte; he almost stumbles back a foot, but it’s the same reminder that ellie would raise hell for him that helps keep both feet planted and his jaw to clench—-- alan liked to pride himself on his rationale, but he wasn’t opposed to giving into the urge to being foolish if it meant staying safe, if it meant never having to return to that godforsaken island and never hearing to hear nor see those creatures again—-- the palaeontologist feels that same throbbing pulse in his calves, ready to sprint at the moment that park is even mentioned, ❛ —-- you’re not putting me back there tim, never. ❜

[hopefulhaunted]

Juzo grits his teeth and glares at the girl before him, as if he's hoping the anger he feels will somehow stop the pounding of his heart in his chest.

He knows, logically, that she's not done anything wrong yet. With everything he's learned, the existence of the brainwashing videos and Yukizome's own turn to despair - it's possible that even those kid's despair wasn't actually what it seemed. But it's too soon to declare them innocent, either.

And anyway... he doesn't think he'll ever stop hating them.

"What do you want?" he spits out the words, feeling sick with rage. Even though he knows that this might be a good chance to get some information, to do anything but let his emotions take over... he can't seem to control himself. It's always been that way with him.

"I'm a busy man. You'd better make it quick."

@hopeds ( starter for hiyoko! )

[steaksex]

hey jsyk i dont want you to feel like you have to respond or anything btw okay? if you just dont wanna do anything you can just lmk!! i want to respect you and your space! you dont even have to post this if you cant think of a reply i just want you to know im super okay with you saying no -🐾

DW AT ALL!!!!! youre good!!! My issue with the other stuff was A) older people, i dont super trust an older person going after an eighteen year old, B) the guy was self described as cis and C) didnt work up to it, didnt meet me halfway, and also had a clear misunderstanding of anatomy. And then that sorta spiraled into another person trying to get me to dom them without any preamble which isnt really my bag.

With you, you sent me a few messages, assigned yourself an emoji, is trans and on the same wavelength, and also dont push it when i say somethins enough. The fact that youre sayin this at all gices me confidence that i can trust you and i appreciate it a lot!!! Ty for your patience!!

[pink-booty-butts]

Just wanted to drop into your inbox and say that your writing is absolutely incredible and you write super hot smut. Thank you for blessing us 😌

omg thank you so much anon!! I'm so so glad to hear that 😭 I'm currently working on some smut fics so I hope you'll enjoy them just as much!!

[ssahotchnerr]

i just want a hug from Hotch so bad!!! 😭🤧 can i request a sunshiney and oblivious reader and Hotch hugging and sharing his coat bc she forgot hers and insists it’s too cold for Hotch to just give her his, so obviously the smartest solution is just to share hehehe? 🥰 and ofc the team makes fun of him bc he’s a huge softie for her!!! ❤️🍯

tysm! i absolutely adore your fics!

survival instincts

AWWWW cw; fem bau sunshine!reader, established relationship, playful banter and fluff <3

Patience was a virtue, one you felt as if you exhibited thoroughly. You were easygoing, positive, sensible when it came to others.

So waiting for the local PD to wrap up their analysis of the crime scene would've been fine, if the temperature hadn't been plummeting by the minute.

And you hadn't foolishly left your coat back at the precinct.

Your nose was numbing, you were beginning to shiver in place; the sun wasn't there to provide any supplemental warmth. The clouds were a menacing, gloomy gray that was darkening, with the tiniest bit of gleam coming from behind. In an hour or so, night would be upon you.

You breathed out, watching your breath fan out in a cloud, hoping it would entertain you enough to stop thinking about your growing frigidness. Your gaze furthered past it as it expanded, landing on Aaron and his warm coat.

The visual caused you to think about the earlier morning, warm in the comfort of bed. Laid beside Aaron, enveloped in the weak comforter the hotel had to offer - which didn't matter with the warmth he consistently provided. You would've done anything to go back to the moment. And so, a plan to remedy your problem quickly developed in your mind.

"Aaron." You whisper-yelled, despite the fact he was a mere foot away. His eyes were locked forward, without a doubt ensuring the crime scene wasn't being compromised by the officers poking around.

His brown eyes found yours, "Hm?"

"I'm cold." You whined with a playful pout, your eyes begging for help.

"Then maybe you should've remembered a coat." He teased, hands buried in his coat pockets.

You quipped by use of a cheeky expression in return. You gazed at the asphalt below, the wind whipping your hair around your face. You mumbled a feigned, solemn, "Maybe."

He began prying his coat off his shoulders, "Here, let me-"

"No silly. Then you'll be cold. And we can't have that, can we?" You rolled your eyes, bringing yourself in front of him. You slid your arms around his middle, underneath his coat - thankfully unbuttoned - and embracing him tightly.

The long coat he wore was loose enough to shield your sides, provided mild coverage from the wind, and whatever was left was made up from his body heat. Immediately, you began regaining warmth head to toe.

"Sweetheart, this isn't very convenient." You felt his chuckle rumble through him, gently jostling your head as it rest on his chest. But still his arms wrapped around you, holding you close. "Or professional, given the circumstances."

"This is merely a survival technique." You mumbled insistently into his shirt, a smile tugging at your lips. "Close contact preserves body heat. I'm just doing what it takes to survive. I don't think the Bureau would be very happy if one of their agents froze to death while on the job."

Aaron hummed at the stretch of your proposition. "Well, I think the Bureau would presume their agents would have the intention to bring a coat."

You scoffed lightly, causing him to laugh again. "Well, do you have a better idea?"

"Yeah, you could just wear my-"

"I already told you no. And my supporting evidence," You insisted, your voice laced an almost, mischievous wisdom. "You're just getting over a cold, which won't be returning if there's anything I can do about it. Plus there's a reason I call you a furnace. This, you," You tightened your hold on his as if to prove your point. "Can supply me with more warmth than a coat ever could."

He laughed softly. Again it was leaning more on the rigid side, conscious of any wandering eyes. He did, however, sneak a quick kiss to the top of your head. "If you say so."

You closed your eyes, releasing a content sigh and savoring the warmth, as well as Aaron's contact. One of his hands softly brushed a spot along your back. However, your shared moment of solitude was interrupted by the sound of approaching footsteps.

"Aww, can I join?" Derek gushed, shit-eating grin on his face. JJ had an equally as smug grin as she trailed up from behind him.

You shot him a look, one that read ha-ha funny as well as amused, while Aaron subtly narrowed his eyes. He then turned his head in the opposite direction, his cheek resting against your head comfortably.

"Cuddling on the job, huh? What would Strauss have to say about this?" Morgan continued to tease, and Dave even took out his phone, discreetly snapping a picture.

"He's just doing his job. Looking out for a team member by preventing potential frostbite. Or hypothermia, even." You arched an eyebrow playfully, your fingers clutching onto the fabric of Aaron's shirt underneath his coat. "And there's nothing wrong with that."