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[ravens-two]

PAC: What Will Sex be Like with your Person? (18+)

This reading includes:

how sex will be like with your person

The extended reading includes:

dirty talk with your person

what they will think/feel during sex 

Disclaimer: this is just for entertainment purposes, and as a pick-a-card reading it may not resonate for everyone.

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Pile 1

telepatía - Kali Uchis

Three of Swords, Page of Swords, Ten of Cups

You have such a dreamy vibe, pile 1. The energy here is almost Pisces like, you seem like a very sensitive soul and a dreamy person. I think that during sex you tend to use a very soft, breathy voice that contributes to this dreamy vibe. I also get this vibe that with this person in particular you're not just fucking them, you're fucking their mind too, if that makes sense. It's because with you and your partner the seduction game isn't just about the body, it's also the mind. Before the foreplay even begins you're both already seducing one another with your words. It's hard to put into words but this isn't just dirty talk, you know? It's something deeper that leaves you both crazy for each other because it makes you appreciate your partner so very much. Maybe you both get off on each other's intellect.

I think that in your sex life with your partner everything moves quite slowly. The buildup is slow - maybe even happens throughout the whole day for some of you - but the act itself is slow too. You're both very interested in getting the most out of it, so you want to enjoy and appreciate every single moment. This is not the pile for people who enjoy quickies, in fact I don't think that your person would even enjoy it that much.

For this pile I'm also seeing a lot of sexting, sending sexy photos and videos. For some in this pile you might be in a long distance relationship, so phone sex is just a part of it by default. But for others is just because you like to tease during the day so that you and your partner are as needy as possible. On that note, the song needy by Ariana Grande is also coming up.

With the Three of Swords here something that's coming up is pain and bondage. This is going to be different for everyone, of course. For some of you this might be actual BDSM, spanking or getting spanked by your partner, shibari, etc. But, in general, I think that it's something a little milder for most people in this pile. I feel like your partner enjoys holding down your wrists or putting you in handcuffs, and giving your ass or your thigh a smack every once in a while. Again, something milder, more playful rather than intense. In general, for this pile I also think that you tend to be a little more "submissive" than your partner - and honestly what I mean by this is that your partner tends to take initiate more during sex.

No matter what, sex between you and your partner is focused on the love and intense feelings you have for each other. It's a very dreamy and loving experience for the both of you. But more than that, it's also a healing experience for you both, especially if you've been through a traumatic experience.

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Pile 2

La Tortura - Shakira

Two of Cups, King of Pentacles, Death

Pile 2, oof, I had to take a deep breath because your energy is so strong and so damn sexy. Like, damn, your vibe is something else. You can picture Shakira, Megan Fox or even Salma Hayek - there's so many examples but those are the ones that came to me right now. Your energy is definitely the dominant one here. I think that your partner would get down on their knees and downright worship you if you let them. You're just that intense.

All of my piles are gender neutral, but for this pile I feel like most of you are women in a relationship with a man (but of course feel free to ignore this part if it doesn't apply!). I think that you walk that man like a dog. He may think that he's "the man" of the relationship, but you're the one actually holding the reins. You're the one that initiates sex more often than not, and your partner just follows after you like a lovesick little puppy desperate to fulfill your every desire. But I also get this vibe that your partner is ready to go whenever and he's just waiting for you to give the go ahead.

When it comes to the sex itself I have to begin by saying: unbelievable orgasms. For both you and your partner. It's so so good it almost feels like you're dying for a second there. You both might take a long time recovering afterwards from how intense it is. I also think that during the act although you're in a more dominant position, I think that you prefer to receive instead of giving. The amazing part is that your partner not only is fine with that, they absolutely love it. You just have to tell them what you want and they will do their very best to make it happen.

Something else that I'm picking up is that you're both very big on touch, so you're probably glued together during sex, exchanging caresses and kisses. You know that type of caress that starts from your hips and ends up on your boobs? That? I see a lot of that. Your partner adores your body and wants to touch as much as they can, but vice-versa. No matter if it's a man or a woman you also really adore your partner's body (and a little secret for you, your touch completely undoes them). If your partner is a man I see him being quite big.

In the end though, sex between you two is about pleasure of course, but also about showing love and appreciation for each other. It's never just fucking. There's a lot of love here. Also, even if you consider yourself to be a little more submissive your partner is just so crazy about you that to them nothing else matters - they just want to please you, not dominate you. I already said this, but your touch really undoes your partner. Like a very simple touch coming from you makes them whine and gets them closer than they'd like (especially the men).

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Pile 3

Religion - Lana del Rey

Seven of Swords, King of Swords, Eight of Cups

Pile 3 for you I see two scenarios for you immediately. With this Eight of Cups you guys might be in a long distance relationship or your partner might be into edging. Because there's this sensation of longing here. You want something so very desperately and they don't want to give it to you/can't give it to you. (also, the image you chose is about a couple that will never see each other again, so there's this really "dramatic" energy of missing your person/their touch).

The other thing I'm picking up immediately with the Seven of Swords is that during sex you like being at your partner's mercy. It's this energy of giving yourself to them, allowing them to do what they want with you, because you just trust and love them so much. It's safe to say, that your energy is coming off more as submissive rather than anything else. You just trust in your partner's experience and in their caring nature to believe that they will never hurt you. This might lead you two to experiment with "riskier" things like breath play for example. But for others this can be even more intense with CNC scenarios, for example. You seem to like the idea of being at their mercy.

Aside from this, sex between you two seems to be a very pleasurable experience for you both, especially because your partner seems to have a lot of experience. They might have more experience than you, and that also makes you feel "guided" during the experience. During the act your partner might be a little harsher on you, more commanding, almost a little cold (and this seems like a big departure from who they really are as a person), but in the end your person really does like you very much.

Despite the more intense scenes that you'll probably be doing, there is never a sense that you're in danger or that you might be hurt. Both you and your partner have trust in each other, and a very good communication. You know that you could stop at any time. Also in reference that what I said before that your partner might seemed colder in the act, I think that you'll never feel as though they're being "mean" or wanting to hurt you, because there will be these little moments of reassurance and love between you.

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Pile 4

Juno - Sabrina Carpenter

Four of Swords, Knight of Wands, Ten of Wands

Pile 4 your energy is as playful as Sabrina Carpenter's. Everything seems so light and fun, even if you and your partner are trying out some crazy thing you've seen on the internet. By the way, I got this vibe that you two will sometimes see something and go like "hey, why don't we try that out?". The vibe here is so good honestly. There's a lot of giggling and joking even during the act, especially when there's a weird or funny noise. I actually even see your partner tickling you because you laughed at something they did.

Something interesting that's coming up is that your sex life is very different from the energy you project to other people as a couple. Maybe your partner is a very serious person in their day to day life (or you, or even both of you) and so everyone would expect that they would also be very serious during sex. But it's actually the opposite. For your partner this is a moment of deep connection but also of lightness, there's no reason to take sex so seriously when it's something that's to make you both feel good.

With this Knight of Wands, Ten of Wands combo you're two are probably going at it like rabbits. You'll have as many rounds as you possibly can until you both slump to the side unable to move. You both seem to have a lot of sexual energy - but maybe sometimes not at the same time. What I mean is that maybe on one day your partner has a really high libido, but you not so much (and vice-versa). So, when this happens you have to find a balance that will satisfy you both.

In general, your energy is just so playful. You'll try anything at least once, even if it doesn't really end up working out or if you don't like it. Like, I'm getting the mental image of a couple trying out spanking, but they just can't stop giggling. Because again, it's not that serious. It's supposed to be fun. This isn't to say that there won't be serious moments, it's just that most of the time the energy is lighter. You're the only pile where I'm getting positions and I mainly see cowgirl, to be honest. But again, you two seem to experiment a lot. When it comes to dominant or submissive energy, I don't think it's clear in your pile. Both you and your partner are happy to play around with it, so maybe we could say that you're both switches.

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[celticcrossanon]

BRF Reading - 14th of February, 2025

This is speculation only

Cards drawn on the 14th of February, 2025

Question: Did Camilla want to marry Prince Charles (as he was then)?

This is a one card reading

Card drawn: The Moon

This is a No answer. As the Sun is always a Yes answer to a question, the Moon, its opposite, is always a No answer (for me anyway).

Looking further into this, the Moon is a card of deception, lies, things not being as they appear, illusion, uncertainty, and secrets. This tells me that while Camilla did not want to marry Prince Charles, she could not tell him that for some reason, and so when he proposed she reluctantly accepted the proposal, and at the same time she hid her reluctance from him and pretended to be happier than she was with the situation.

The Moon is the card for the planet the Moon (for me at least), and The Moon rules Cancer, Camilla's sun sign, so this is definitely about her and not about anyone else. The Moon as a planet represents the mother, so there is something about being a mother and grandmother that could be involved in this decision - maybe her reputation was hurting her children, or maybe she thought she could do more for them if she was married to Prince Charles - something like that.

The main energy of this card is a No energy with respect to marriage that changes to a reluctant yes, as if someone has no other choice but to say yes, and then there is the energy of illusion and deceit - of hiding how you really feel about the marriage and pretending you feel another way about it.

Underlying Energy: The Tower

Underneath that reluctant Yes from above is a huge, life shattering event. Something happened that was so big and so traumatic that Camilla felt that there was no way she could recover from that situation without agreeing to marry Prince Charles. I think we all know what the situation was - her behaviour with respect to Prince Charles and Princess Diana and the public fury when they found out about it.

Note again that these are both major arcana cards, showing that this was both a very public event and one that had a profound effect on Camilla's life.

There is another question that I asked where the answer is relevant to the above reading. This was also a one card reading, and I asked

Why did Camilla marry Prince Charles?

Card Drawn: The Magician in Reverse

The Magician is a card about manifesting something, and in the reverse it fails to manifest. The energy from this card is slightly different - it says that Camilla could not stop the event from manifesting, i.e. she could not prevent Prince Charles from proposing to her, not matter what she did or how hard she tried. He opened his mouth and popped the question and she was stuck, because what she did not want to happen had just happened.

Again, this is a major arcana card, so something that has a big impact on Camilla's life.

I asked the question again, as follows:

Why did Camilla marry Prince Charles (i.e. why did she say yes to him)?

Card Drawn: The Four of Swords

The Four of Swords is a card about retiring from battle, especially to mend a ruined reputation. It is a card of rest and self protection.

This tells me that one of the main reasons that Camilla married Prince Charles was to continue restoring her reputation. She could see where things would go if she didn't marry him after he proposed, i.e. if she said No to him, and she did not like that at all. She needed the protection that his company gave her, either as mistress/'girlfriend' or as wife, and she needed the palace PR repairing her reputation, and if she refused his proposal she would have neither. So she said yes and accepted the proposal. I don't think it was the whole reason, but the damage to her reputation if she refused him was definitely one of the reasons for her saying Yes.

I have a three card reading on this topic that I will write up tomorrow that should give some additional insight into the situation.

[brainrotbee]

Payneland Prompfest Day 4: Handmade

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"-So then I told him that he needed to move because the art club reserved that table weeks ago." Niko brushed a strand of white hair off of her face, leaving a smear of glitter on her cheek. Craft supplies were spread out all over her bed but she'd abandoned it all in favor of painting her nails.

"Then what happened?" Edwin asked. He was only half-listening, too focused on following the instructions open on Niko's computer.

She sighed. "The wrestling team ran to their coach and they got the table in the end." She stretched out her hand to admire the paint on her nails. "But we set something up outside and people came to that instead." She laughed. "They lost the district championship later that year anyway." Edwin hummed in response. Niko leaned forward to inspect his handiwork. "It doesn't have to be perfect, you know."

"For Charles it does," Edwin replied. He held up the half-finished origami and frowned in disgust. He'd folded the parchment wrong, again. Niko watched in silence as he pulled out another piece and started from the beginning.

"He won't care if it isn't amazing or whatever," Niko insisted. "You could hand him two pieces of tape stuck together and he would love it." She sighed and leaned back on her bed. "He's crazy about you."

"He is not."

"Edwin, I have spent my entire life reading romance novels," she said seriously. "I know a lovesick expression when I see one."

Edwin paused. He didn't know what to make of that. Romance novels weren't something boys were supposed to read, especially in his day, so he'd steered clear of them. Of course, a few Jane Austen novels managed to sneak their way onto his reading list so he wasn't entirely clueless. He knew what romance looked like and it certainly didn't look like two dead boys. "He is a good friend," Edwins aid neutrally. "Which is why I want to give him a good gift."

Niko rolled her eyes at the topic change. "Fine." She watched as he folded in for a while. "That's where you're getting messed up," she revealed. "This part goes backwards."

"The pictures on your device are not the least bit helpful," Edwins said defensively. He followed Niko's advice and the parchment finally began to resemble what it was supposed to be: a-

"-Dinosaur," Charles said eagerly later that day. He held it up as if it was some grand trophy. "This looks brills."

Edwin looked down at his shoes. "Niko and I had some downtime and she was kind enough to teach me about origami."

"I love it," Charles exclaimed. From across the room, Niko paused her conversation with Crystal to smirk knowingly. "It's going on the top shelf. That snow globe is history."

Edwin watched as his partner proudly held the tiny creature aloft. He smiled. Jane Austen might not have written about them but that didn't mean they didn't exist.

[b0tsbby]

I realized I never actually shared this here but for the Drakengard fans, a while ago I was cooking up a Drakengard 3 au inspired by another artist who I genuinely can’t find anymore. Such doubled as a swap au cause Knives as a protag really did and still kinda does interest me.

The whole concept was kinda exploring things from a plant perspective and like, the world REALLY being bad…like bad…and if you’ve watched that 6-7 hour video on Drakenier lore on YouTube you’d KNOW, that canonically there’s constantly different timelines that sometimes converge or diverge so I can make a lot of executive decisions like the watcher’s cult and the flower and what not.

In the instance of Rem project Seeds, in this medieval setting is a lot more like the Cult of Watchers with slightly different intentions like weapon research and mana extraction. They really do weirdly praise the Black Flower though, despite honestly hurting it. After migrating from the city, Rem is very curious about its existence and how it can help with the constant war and environmental crisis befalling Midgard, but is actually more interested in the stars. She’s a scholar at heart and is one to question a lot so I mean, forgive her for falling into the clutches of a cult, it’s a very drab time to be alive. She did her best.

On the topic of Zazie I know we already have Accord as someone who is canonically everywhere all at once as a recorder, but I thought in this au Zazie would really fit that role. They aren’t an android like her though, and are closer to the magical side of the spectrum where dragons and intoners are, just a lil higher. Pure black and a coat felt like a fitting design choice considering they’d be the most enigmatic as the unreliable narrator.

So funny but I actually started with Elendira cause she kinda deserves to be a Drakenier character idk?😭😭 From the style to her personality she’d just do very well in that setting! That said I have the most fun with her in this au cause she’s a breath of fresh air from the melodrama and gives, very little fucks? Her goals are very simple: to live and not simply exist, and to have her own dragon…naturally. It is Vash who takes her in in this au…but that only makes her quote unquote ‘worse’ because she deeply can not comprehend his values. That said, as much as she hates him she respects him. She only barely respects Knives if she does at all.

And on the most important little duo we have the twins who are, Intoners. The only two there is. Like I said Knives is the protagonist and his goal is simply to kill his brother. That’s it. (“They don’t even know how deep this is gonna go” I say in the shadows). I pretty obviously related him to Zero for this design. And just like Zero, he’s a pretty unconventional and bitchy protagonist and the whole question of ethics was already out the window 20 min ago. Have some plant twins as little tiny guys cause I never figured a design out for Vash as a heroic antagonist.

While I consider this au abandoned I re listened to that 7 hour Drakenier lore video and kinda fell in love with it again. I also have Meryl, LR and Legato literally sitting there cause they’re practically almost finished designs. You can ask about drakengard lore anytime but for the love of god never play that game series (it’s peak). Genuinely don’t touch it (best worst games in history, actual art pieces). I have a whole lore doc and a 1000+ one shot on Elendira based on the Drakengard 3 novellas I don’t know what to do with it please someone tell me what to do with it.

[itsacruelsummerbaby]

THE PATH WE CHOOSE

There’s a group of girls who only audit his class because of him–you’re one of them. But with you, there’s a pull, one he wants to resist so he can make you a proper student of his.

pairing: Spencer Reid x reader || tags: post-prison!Spencer, fem!reader, age gap, professor-student relationship || wc: 3.2k

It’s quite a big disappointment to find out you are only attending his classes as a guest to see him, not because you’re that interested in the topic. But he can’t be mad at you, he’s far too gone in a fantasy world to care about the why; all that matters is that you’re there, looking at him with those beautiful wide, shining eyes, occasionally biting on those rosy lips of yours.

What he would give to have a taste of them.

But then he manages to swim back to the surface from the depths of his thoughts, returning his focus on the class. The class that’s full of young women who are sitting in the front row with that dreamy look on their faces, admittedly auditing probably just to see him. Is his subject really so boring? To him, it’s everything but, yet the number of actual students is concerning. It’s easy to wonder what’s the point of this.

Surprisingly, he grew to enjoy teaching, which always makes him smile, because over ten years ago he would have freaked out in front of a crowd like this. But spending time with his second family taught him a lot, it evolved his social skills, so now he was truly in his element here. Not as much as he was in the BAU, but enough to think about this as a permanent thing after leaving the team.

Because sooner or later it will happen, he can’t do that job forever. It’s too demanding, it’s too dangerous, and maybe one day he will wish for a simple life that doesn’t involve serial killers. Yes, if he keeps teaching, he will talk about them, but at least he wouldn’t be actively hunting them. That’s better. Safer. And maybe he can finally think about having a proper relationship, about marrying someone one day, or even about having a child, maybe…

It would be with you.

Damn it, no, stop, he tells his brain as he leans back in the chair in the bullpen, pressing the heels of his hands to his forehead. He’s been having these same thoughts since he last saw you in class a week ago, repeating in his mind over and over and over again like a broken record, plaguing every moment of his days and nights. He can’t remember ever being so obsessed with another human being, which sometimes truly scares him.

There will be a day when you won’t show up. There will be a class that will be the very last time he sees you, and the thought scares him. But if he could convince you to attend his class officially, not just auditing it, then he would have more time to spend with you. And more time can give him the chance to show you just how good he could be to you.

Oh, come on, stop already, he practically yells at himself on the inside.

“Is everything okay?” Penelope’s cheerful voice is acting like a beacon that shows him the way back to reality, and when he looks over at her, refusing–or rather not really knowing how–to answer, she playfully boops his nose with the top of her pen. “Alright, genius, talk to me. What’s on your mind?”

“I’m just… It’s a student I can’t stop thinking about.” With a dramatic hum, she sits on the edge of his desk and twirls the pen in her hand as she waits for him to continue. “I’m not an idiot, I know perfectly well there is a group of girls who are only auditing my class because they think I’m “cute” as one proper student pointed out a few weeks ago,” he begins to explain.

Before he can move on, Penelope’s eyes widen as she gasps. “She’s one of them, isn’t she? Because she must be one of those girls, otherwise you wouldn’t have mentioned it,” she points out.

He closes his eyes as he leans back, then lets out an annoyed groan. It’s not directed at his friend, more like at the situation in general. Why can’t he simply forget you exist? It would make things so much easier, but no, his memory is forcing him to remember everything about you.

In the end, he looks back at his friend, but before he could say anything, she lets out a laugh. “Oh, wait, you actually like this girl, don’t you?” Penelope asks, leaning down so she can keep her voice down. “Oh, my God, this is so adorable. What’s her name? I want to know everything about her, and you know how good I am at this.”

That’s true; she’s the master of snooping around, finding out everything about people from behind the computer screen, and if she wants to help, who is he to stop her? Maybe she will find a dark secret that can finally make him forget about you, although deep down he highly doubts it could work.

Less than half an hour later he leans back in the swivel chair in Penelope’s office, staring at the ceiling as he tries to process what she has found out about you. There was no dark secret, not even a simple red flag, you’re just as perfect as you look. You have excellent grades, you’ve been playing lacrosse since high school, and you’re working at a vet clinic after school.

“She’s smart, kind, and pretty. So, if she’s not a student of yours, maybe you could ask her out,” Penelope suggests, earning a surprised look from him. “I know, I know, she’s a little younger than you–”

“A little?” Spencer asks with a doubtful edge to his voice.

“Listen, I’m saying this as your friend. There’s a girl who obviously likes you, one who’s probably intelligent enough to keep up with your beautiful brain, you should give this a chance. Just one date, that’s all.”

He exhales slowly as he thinks, trying hard to decide what to do. “Maybe you’re right,” he begins, and Penelope squeals from happiness, which he shuts down with a raised hand, “but she also seems interested in the class. She answers if I ask them a question, she’s taking notes, so if I can convince her to take the class properly, she might choose this career in the end.”

His friend only rolls her eyes. “Right. You really want her to choose her career over you?” she wonders.

Spencer nods. “She’s talented, it would be a shame if she wasted it just to be with me.”

“You’re my best friend, you know that, but right now you’re an idiot. Do what you want, don’t get me wrong, but in the end you’ll regret choosing this path with her,” she tells him with a shrug.

With a sigh, he looks up at the ceiling. Maybe there is no right choice, maybe it doesn’t matter what he does, the result will be the same. If he asked you out, then what? You can still say no and break his heart with that. “I’m screwed,” he mutters as he closes his eyes.

Don’t get too hooked on his stupidly handsome features and beautiful brain. 

As you’re sitting in your car in the parking lot, your forehead resting against the steering wheel, you keep repeating this sentence like a mantra. Maybe if you say it enough times, you will be able to resist his charm. 

Dr. Spencer Reid is the bane of your existence, the reason why you can’t sleep at night, why you’re losing your grip on reality. These days you’ve been daydreaming more and more often, imagining a life where he genuinely cares about you, where you’re his girlfriend. 

It’s ridiculous, you know it, and you should get him out of your mind, especially because he’s your professor. He’s off-limits. But how? You don’t know what could be the best solution, the medicine to your suffering. 

You’re knocked out of your thoughts by a sudden knock on the window. “Fuck,” you mutter with a groan.

Jonah is watching you with a huge smile on his face, even waving at you before signaling to get out of the vehicle. You inhale and exhale to push your previous thoughts aside, then open the door to do as he wishes. 

“Is everything okay?” he asks while you lock the car.

You nod, then begin to follow him towards the entrance of the building, feeling as your heart rate keeps crawling higher and higher. You don’t want to go to class, not today, not when you’re ovulating and have all those nasty thoughts about the guy who’s gonna talk in the next hour and half. 

“You know what I still can’t wrap my head around? Why are you attending Dr. Reid’s class?” he brings up the topic you would rather avoid. 

Since your answer isn’t the one he would probably like to hear, you just shrug. “I don’t know, maybe I just wanna know if I should take it next semester,” you lie.

But is it really a lie? 

He lets out a thoughtful hum while you both occupy your usual places in the second row. It’s close, but not too close. Just perfect. You take out your laptop from its case, but before you could open it, you freeze, because you can hear the chatter around you die, and you feel a pair of eyes on you–and it’s not your friend’s.

No, these are the beloved professor’s hazel eyes, and when you raise your gaze to meet his own, the murmurs around you fade away, making it feel like it’s just the two of you there. But it doesn’t last long, he quickly looks down at his watch, then claps his hands once to get the class’s attention. 

Half an hour later a chat message pops up on your laptop, and you glance at your friend when you see he’s the one who chose this silent way of communication. 

Jonah: Are you sure you’re not just trying to please Reid to get his attention by being active during class despite not going for the grades?  Jonah: No shaming, he’s good-looking in a nerdy way, I get it if you’re head over heels for the guy. You: I have no idea what you’re talking about. It’s an interesting topic, I can’t help myself. Also, he’s not my type.

A big fat lie. Bravo.

Jonah: Sure. 

Blowing out the air you’ve been subconsciously holding, you shake your head and return your attention to the lecture. It’s another anecdote, the story of a dangerous serial killer, a cannibal, no less. 

Jonah: Have you noticed that he keeps looking at you? Or am I just seeing this because we’re talking about him?

You shoot him an angry look, then simply close the messaging app. But he doesn’t give up, your phone starts buzzing, the screen lighting up to show you the previews of his messages.

During today’s class, Spencer often has a brief second when he forgets what he was talking about. It doesn’t last long, his students probably don’t even notice the brief break in his speech, but to him, this equals a disaster. He’s not like this, he doesn’t just trail off for no reason.

Well, okay, not for no reason. All he can think about whenever his eyes fall on you are Penelope’s words.

Is convincing you to take his class properly the right choice? She was right, he feels something, a pull that can’t be ignored that easily, and if a day when you’re not simply auditing his class comes, he would lose his chance to ask you out on a date. You would be his student, so he would have to face the consequences if he dared to make a move on you. 

But then he asks a question, and you’re one of the three students who bother to raise their hands. He doesn’t miss the way the young man on your right snickers at the sight of you being so involved, but he can also see you shoot a warning look at him. It’s hard not to wonder what this is all about, what previous conversation triggered this silent exchange–because there had to be a reason. 

In the next few milliseconds, he has to make a choice. Should he ask you? He wants to see if you got the answer right, but at the very same time he has his doubts about talking to you. 

He has never done that, and he has no idea what it would lead to. Would he simply fall deeper into this rabbit hole of emotions? Would his voice give away that he’s uncertain about everything when it comes to you?

In the end, he gathers the strength to say your name.

And you got it right. Oh, that beautiful brain of yours. 

Years of training led to an annoying habit, though. He instinctively profiles people in situations, just like he’s profiling you now while moving on with today’s lecture. He could hear that slight tremble in your voice which gave away that you were nervous–was it because you weren’t sure about the answer, or because you had to talk to him? 

For the rest of the class, he tries to focus on what he has to say, doing his best not to look at you, but it’s hard. The temptation is there, and after a while he finds himself scanning the crowd of students only for his gaze to linger a second too long where you’re sitting. When your eyes meet, you bite on your lower lip and look down at your laptop. 

He eventually dismisses the class, but then he opens his mouth and your name spills out without a warning. You look surprised, and for a moment he wonders if he made the right call. What should he bring up? His plan to convince you to take his class properly, or to ask you out on a date? 

Maybe this wasn’t his brightest idea. 

Every fiber in your body wants to run as far from him as possible. He’s a profiler–a really good one–he definitely notices simple things like someone having a crush on them. You’re not even sure if you can keep up a conversation with him for longer than a minute before your thoughts trail off, moving on to his sharp jawline you love so much. 

You’re only a visitor here, if he finds you have a crush on him, he might ask you not to come back. But how could you stay away when seeing him is like a drug, giving you the kind of sweet high that can recharge your batteries faster than anything? 

Your legs are shaking as you move closer to him, but you focus on your breathing. Inhale. Exhale. And again. And again. It can’t be that bad, it’s just a brief conversation. Yes, that’s what you have to focus on. Inhale. Exhale. And repeat. 

“Is everything okay?” he asks you when you get close enough. 

Nodding, you gulp and pull on the strap of your laptop bag over your shoulder. “Is something wrong, Professor Reid?” 

He hesitates for a moment, or so you think it’s hesitation, and then he licks his lips, a move that sparks your imagination. No, no, you shouldn’t think about what you want that tongue to lick, or what he must taste like. Stop, enough, you tell yourself. You take a deep breath as you wait, your heart beating so fast it might jump out of your ribcage.

“There’s something I don’t understand,” he begins as he folds his arms over his chest. “You’re taking notes, you’re interacting in class, you remember things, yet you’re only auditing this class. Why don’t you take it properly? You’re good, you would get good grades, or,” he says, but trails off.

What is it that he wanted to say? “Or?” you say, the words coming out before you could stop yourself.

Dr. Reid lets out a sigh as he rests his hips against the edge of his desk. “You have talent, you would be a good profiler,” he admits. 

That’s flattering, really, but not what you want to hear. 

“Look, why don’t you take my class next semester? Until then, you could join us for a summer internship at the FBI,” he suggests casually.

Your eyes widen from surprise, because that you haven’t expected. Wow, an internship? And what was that us? Did he mean the FBI in general, or his team, the BAU? If it was the latter, that would be the coolest thing ever. Except… 

Except you would spend more time by his side. Pure torture. 

You take a deep breath, then somehow manage to force yourself to look at him. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?” At first, he gives you a surprised look, but then a barely visible smile appears on his lips as he nods. “Where do I apply for that internship?”

“I’ll help you from the inside and get everything ready. Hopefully you’ll only have to take care of the paperwork,” he explains. 

There’s something about his voice, the way it becomes just a tad bit higher, his speech speeding up more and more with each word he says, and there’s a slight tremble from either nervousness or excitement. If you didn’t know any better, you would say he sounds exactly like a guy who’s talking to his crush for the first time to ask her out. But could that be the case? It seems highly unlikely, it must be your imagination.

The offer is nice, though. You’re only doing this because it would be nice to work there.

Great. Now you’re lying to yourself too.

Back in his office, Spencer picks up his phone from the desk and looks for Penelope’s contact. It’s her fault, the least she can do is listen to his ramblings about what he’s just done. It rings once, twice, at the third ring he begins to wonder why she’s not picking up, but then he hears her cheerful voice and lets out the air he’s been holding. 

“Remember that girl from my class? I think I just promised to get her an internship at the BAU,” he says quickly. 

There’s silence on the other end of the line for a few moments, but then she goes, “Oh, Spencer, when I told you to ask her out, I mean dinner, or a movie, not a summer internship she can spend by your side.”

He lets his forehead hit the desk with a loud thud. “I’m an idiot.”

“When it comes to her? Yes, you are,” Penelope agrees, then lets out a sigh. “Okay, why don’t you come over tonight? We could order something to eat and watch a movie. And we can talk about her if you feel like it.”

“Sure,” he agrees, even though he just wants to crawl into a hole and die right now. 

[ancha-aus]

Bitty Surprise - Chapter 1 - Pov Cross

Hello! What is this? This is something I normally only do on my AO3. My normal uplaod day is Sunday over there and I try to upload a chapter of a completed series every Sunday.

The thing is. This one is a short one and I figured everyone here could also appreciate the bitties. So I am cross posting.

The link to the AO3 story is Here.

Enjoy the bitty madness :)

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Summary:

With the truce in place Killer, Cross and Nightmare are free to travel around the multiverse. They never expected to come across some Bitties who proceeded to steal their souls. They hope they at least did the same in return.

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Cross can honestly say he is happy with the truce.

And no Killer that has nothing to do with the fact that they now are included in the council meetings and that Dream has been talking to him again.

Cross can admit it is nice to be able to try and repair his friendship with Dream but the eye brow wiggles from Killer has to stop.

Seriously, they are skeletons how does he even do it?

Cross just loves the fact that they can now actually go to neutral universes for their shopping without having to worry that someone is going to act weird.

Well they still act weird but now they can’t refuse service as easily or raise the prices because the Stars will be mad at them.

At the moment Killer and him are doing some grocery shopping. They had found this new neutral universe and it is perfect!

The monsters were never locked underground. They are chill about skeletons. They hadn’t even met the ‘main cast’ just yet! It is a large enough universe and world that they just, hadn’t ran into their own alternative and honestly it is a nice change of pace. Cross is getting tired of always having to explain that ‘yes technically he is Sans’ and ‘No they aren’t the same person because environment and nurture affects how a person shapes,’ and ‘It is more like having the same name and coming from two different countries.’. Cross can’t even count all the times people in universes have gotten weird about their own universe version of him after meeting any of the universe travellers.

Either way he is getting off topic.

The shops are all up to date and modern and have a large amount of styles.

Hell! Even boss had been treated neutrally here!

Instead of the fear and distrusting glares shot his way, this universe had been kept completely out of the loop! Which means they just see Nightmare as just another monster. Hell at most someone asked Nightmare if he was part slime monster.

Cross had managed to keep it together but Killer had wheezed and fallen over laughing.

Cross is also unsure how Nightmare had managed to keep a straight face before giving a charming smile and telling them that he got that a lot, but that it was just an expression of magic which caused the form. The monsters who had asked had quickly apologised for being rude. Nightmare however had just continued to smile and reassured the other that it had been alright as they hadn’t meant it as rude or negative but from a place of interest and respect.

Cross sometimes wonders if the war could have been over quicker if Nightmare had used his charms instead of the intimidation strategy but he isn’t going to finish that thought.

Either way it means that Killer and Cross have been doing most of their shopping in this universe and they tended to go to the same city, mostly because they knew the way at this point and where to get the best deals.

The truce did mean they didn’t have as much… disposable income anymore. No longer going on raids cuts back a lot in your pocket money.

It isn’t as if they have issues, Nightmare is a great boss and doesn’t let them have issues like that. It just means that now they actually have to pay for everything they want and that makes them more aware of prices again.

And honestly it is worth it as Cross can just enjoy spending time with Killer and Nightmare both without someone attacking them. It gives Cross time to really enjoy the experience and their company-

A snort and Cross looks over before biting down hard to stop himself from laughing “Killer.”

Killer grins as he leans against a doorway of a random shop, a large pink feathery boa around his neck and even bigger and brighter orange sunglasses on his skull.

“Killer? You must be mistaken! I am the fabulous Killster!! The real diva of the land!”

Cross knows he is going to lose this fight, especially with some kids nearby giggling before rushing back to their parents.

Cross rolls his eye lights as he turns away and starts walking “I am leaving you! And I am not going to get those snacks you want! Or maybe I will just get the wrong ones on accident! You are soooooo picky about them!”

“Hey! You don’t mess with the Crunchables!”

Cross snorts as Killer joins his side again, sans boa and sunglasses. Hah, sans, Cross may actually get better at this punning thing.

Cross looks around and realises he walked into another street parallel to the one holding the store they had been going to. Oh well, the long way it is. It is sunny anyway and a nice day to enjoy it.

Killer catches up and huffs “You are no fun.”

Cross answers with a deadpan voice “Of course not. They don’t train humour in the army.”

Killer snorts “Explains why XGaster was such a tool.”

Cross laughs and nods. It used to hurt, thinking about his past world. But he has made peace with his loss. He has a new home now with Nightmare and Killer and he is happy.

He knows that the Stars invited him to live with them after the truce had been made but… Cross hadn’t wanted it. He had wanted to just remain with Killer and Nightmare. Cross had found a certain peace in the silent and isolated castle. A happiness with being near Nightmare and Killer.

Cross could still remember how so many had come to him. Asking him if he had been okay, if he was sure about this decision, if he was being threatened.

Funny.

How even with a truce in place and Nightmare keeping his word to the dot people still mistrusted him.

Cross remembers how he had asked Killer about it. Why everyone still looked at them in that way. While they hadn’t with Cross. Even with Cross having been the reason half the multiverse had gotten into a war and XGaster had gotten out. Killer had snorted and looked so amused as he explained “You look like a hero. You behave like people expect a hero to be. Of course you are forgiven.”

Cross hadn’t liked it at all. Because it had been Nightmare who had even figured out that Cross hadn’t been in full control of himself. Nightmare had been the one who managed to at first lock XGaster out, then later lock XChara away and later remove them completely. Making it so that Cross was truly free to be himself again.

Yet everyone acted as if it had been the Stars. All while Ink had had a direct hand in bringing XGaster back and giving him his overwrite power back.

So Cross now just ignored most people and much preferred his own home. Where people didn’t question how he felt or thought the whole time. Where he had his new family.

Killer nudges him “Hello~ Crossy boy~ time to wake up again~” and he stares at him with those dark sockets “You good…” he glances to the side and kicks a rock “Didn’t meant to… like… trigger stuff I guess.”

Cross snorts and bumps their shoulders together “Nah, just my own mind wandering.” He looks around for a distraction when he feels himself freeze.

Oh.

My.

God.

That is.

He grabs blindly and tugs hard. Killer makes a choking sound “Cross!”

Cross just keeps tugging “Kills. Kills you need to see this. Kills. This day just became amazing.”

Killer grumbles but Cross feels him freeze under his hold “Holy shit… is that a…”

“Bitty store.”

They share a look and rush over to the store.

Only to pause by the window.

“Oh my god oh my god oh my god they are so tiny!” Killer jumps in place as he has both his hands on the window as he stares at the tiny monsters.

Cross can’t actually recognise these monsters. Normally the bitty stores seem to specialise in monster types and have all kinds of bitty versions of other multiverse goers.

This seem like… just bitties. Just really tiny cute little things. Cross feels his soul melt at the sight of a tiny tiny lion like monster yawning before rolling up. A tiny shirt and pants on and all kinds of plushies around it as the bitty hugs one of them close.

Cross’s skull is turned back around and Killer stares at him with the most serious look Cross has ever seen on his face “Cross. If I don’t go in there and hold at least one bitty I will fucking die.”

Cross blinks before remembering. Bitty universes tended to not allow anyone access and least of all them. Saying it is too much of a risk to have any bitty of either the Stars or the Crescents given out. At least the Stars weren’t allowed versions of them either.

But these… these didn’t look like versions he had seen before…

Cross grins widely “You wouldn’t be able to stop me from holding one.” And he ducks under Killer’s arms and enters the shop.

A pleasant little bell rings out as Cross lets his eyes go around the store. It is chaos and overfull and should be overwhelming but it is beautiful and Cross never wants to leave.

The walls are covered with shelves and even more shelves all filled with all types of colourful items, tools, tiny house expansions. All for bitties. There is a bookshelf by the cash register that holds books all about bitty care.

But most importantly. To the other side by the window, which is cracked open to let some fresh air in. Are the bitty containers.

“Oh shit.” And Killer rushes straight there and falls to his knees to be on eye level with some of the glass containers as he coos that the miniature monsters.

Cross rushes to his side and just stares in awe.

He is unsure how long they just stare until they hear someone laugh softly behind them.

“I take you never saw a bitty before?”

Cross turns around and sees a ram monster behind him. Cross feels slightly embarrassed as he looks back at Killer, who has yet to stop staring at the bitties, before he looks back “We… we euh… We know of them of course. We just never had the chance to… see them ourselves.”

The ram laughs as they look at Killer who has actual hearts in his sockets as he stares at two tiny bitties starting to interact.

The ram looks back at him and grins “If you want you two can hold some of them.”

That shakes Killer out of his staring as he looks up in awe at the ram “We can!? But I thought… They bonded quickly and stuff?”

The ram huffs “Only when not treated right.” they look apologetic “I am sorry. I just know that a lot of people keep those poor bitties isolated. Makes them more likely to quickly bond to a new owner. But that is cruel. The little guys are happiest and healthiest if they can interact with one another and form a bond or two with fellow bitties.”

Cross nods along “I never heard that before but it makes a lot of sense.”

Killer nods “Yeah! Cats have it too! Cats bond with fellow cats! Which is why it is advised to adopt two or a bonded pair when you adopt a cat. I assume the same counts for bitties?”

The ram smiles brightly “It does! Come! I will show you some of the older bitties, they are more likely to let you hold them in peace and won’t mind it too much.” The ram leads them away from the front and to a larger container, Cross glances down and spots about sixteen bitties.

Killer gasps as he stares “They are so small.”

The ram laughs “Yeah you never get used to it.” they open the container which causes a few of the bitties to look up. The ram smiles “Hey you guys. Any of you okay with letting some new visitors hold you for a bit?”

The bitties share looks before a goat bitty rises and easily walks over to the opening and holding their arms out. The ram lowers their hand and the bitty climbs up themselves.

The ram takes the bitty out and doesn’t even close the container behind them.

Killer has his hands in a cup and the bitty is carefully transferred. Killer just stares in awe and gently pets the bitty. Cross looks nervously at the container “euh… shouldn’t you like… close that?”

The ram hums and looks over his shoulder “Oh no it is fine. Bitties, once comfortable, don’t tend to run away or explore beyond the area they see as home. I mostly keep those closed and locked to make sure customers don’t just remove bitties from their areas without permission.”

Cross nods and feels Killer nudge him with his shoulder “Cross. Cross. You gotta try this man!”

Cross looks at the ram monster and they laugh as they ask for another bitty to volunteer which another bitty answers, a dog monster bitty this time. One transfer later and Cross has an adorable tiny dog monster in his hands. Staring up at him and wagging the tiniest little tail when Cross pets him.

Eventually both bitties seem to have had enough and start to fuss, which the shop keeper sees and they quickly take the two bitties back and put them with the others. In the container one little cat like bitty runs to the goat to check them while three other dog bitties rush the returned dog bitty.

The shop keeper grins “See? Bonded pairs and groups. They are adorable when they snuggle together and sleep.” And they point to one pile of three bitties all sleeping peacefully together in the afternoon sun.

Cross can’t help but coo at the sight. Killer turns to the shopkeeper with a begging look “Can we… hold more?”

The ram laughs but nods as they keep retrieving bitties for them to hold. Cross thinks his favourite is a little cat one who had been nuzzling the tips of his phalanges, even when he got scratched by the little guy.

They spend their whole afternoon in that little shop. Talking to, holding and snuggling tiny bitties. Some are friendlier than others and Cross still isn’t sure just who his favourite is. Maybe the shy little guy that kept hiding his face. Or the sweet bitty who would hug his finger. Or the bitty that bit his phalange as soon as Cross tried to pet them. Oh Cross just can’t decide.

“Oh… my… god!”

Cross blinks away from the tiny sleeping bitty in his hands as he searches for Killer, only to see Killer disappear behind a shelf near the windows.

“Oh are you kidding me! This is the cutest ever! Hey! Sir! Can I please hold this skeleton bitty?”

Oh. My. God.

Cross very carefully returns the bitty he was holding to the right container before running towards where he saw Killer disappear. The moment he gets to Killer he saw what has the other enchanted.

Perfectly at eye level for them. Right by the window near the cracked open side. Is a container with a lone skeleton bitty inside.

The bitty is bigger than the bitties they had seen until now but that mattered very little because it was still a bitty and still not even as big than their own hands.

The little thing is munching on some pieces of fruit and seems completely uninterested in the noise they are making or the fact that Killer is pretty much plastered against the side of their cage. The little thing just munches on their fruit as they look out of the window.

Cross can’t help but notice the caved in skull and how one socket is completely black while the other socket is red with a tiny spot of black. The bitty is wearing this large, for them, jacket with a fluffy hood and some shorts.

The shopkeeper catches up to them and Cross hears them pant “Please no running in the store!”

Killer only turns a tiny bit, his own empty sockets not looking away from the bitty “Can I please hold this one? Oh they are just adorable!”

The ram monster frowns before seeing where Killer is looking and they look apologetic “Oh… euh… I am sorry but no… that little guy isn’t really for holding or anything… Not even really up for adoption for that matter.”

Cross frowns before once again noticing that the little guy is all alone… No other bitties with them. “Where is their bonded bitty?”

The ram sighs as they looks sheepish “Well, the little guy is bonded! It is just… Bitey is… bitey… and he can’t be with other bitties… Mostly because he tends to steal the food from the other bitties and stockpile it.” The ram walks over with some food and very carefully unlocks the actual little gate.

As soon as the lock unlocks the bitty turns around and the large red socket stares at the ram. Cross can see the bitty study both Cross and Killer before dismissing them and staring at the one holding the food.

The ram very slowly moves a hand closer and into the container.

The bitty glares and starts to show their fangs and a low growl starts to leave the tiny thing.

The ram speaks softly “It is okay. I know you are stressed. I am just giving you some food. I won’t take anything from you.” the ram slowly fills the food dish before the hand leaves the cage and the cage is relocked.

The bitty continues to stare at the gate for a bit before slowly rising from its spot and taking a few steps closer. He looks up to check the gate and ends up grabbing the filled dish and pulling it over with him. Back to the spot he had been sitting at. The one closest to the window.

Killer just coos loudly as he stares at the bitty. And Cross gets it. It is so fucking cute.

The ram sighs.

Cross turns to the ram and frowns “So… where is their bonded bitty? Wouldn’t the little guy feel relaxed and happy if his bonded or bondeds are near?”

The ram sighs again as they rub their face “We know! The problem is… we don’t… actually have the other bitty that he bonded with?” They wave at the open window “There is a bitty somewhere here in town… just going around in the alleyways… we don’t know who they are or how they are, they were not originally from this store to begin with!” they sigh and look sadly at the skeleton bitty “We would… like to let this little guy go to reunite with his buddy but… well… the skull, as you no doubt know better than anyone… it needs constant treatment…” they sigh sadly.

Killer frowns “Why not catch the other little guy?”

The ram chuckles “Oh we tried. We tried everything but the little guy is smart and slippery and… well… the last time we tried to catch him he made a run for it and we didn’t see him for five weeks.”

Cross feels himself freeze. Five weeks? From what he understood not being near their bonded for a few days was already rough for the bitties…

The shopkeeper sighs “This little guy was beside himself. Whining and staring out of the window. Trying to escape multiple times. Not even eating his own food and just stockpiling it all. We were so worried. When the other guy came by for a visit again we just… we decided it was for the better to just leave them an easy way to interact.” And they wave at the open window.

Killer frowns “What about cats? I thought cats hunt bitties?”

Cross feels his soul speed up with panic. There is a tiny bitty all alone outside and there are cats and what if those cats get the little guy and-

The ram holds up their hands “No! Well… yeah… But we have yet to see a cat try to get in but we have security cameras. Bitey’s friend tends to only come when there is no one in the shop at night.” they nod towards the cage where the little bitty has been sorting the food and between moving it he keeps looking up at the window, as if waiting.

Waiting for his equally tiny friend.

The ram smiles as they point back to the other bitties “Either way, this bitty isn’t for sale or adoptable. Want to look at the other bitties again? There are many more in all shapes and forms!”

Killer looks back at the tiny skeleton “Fine I guess…” he stares for a moment longer before going back to the other bitties.

They spend a while longer holding the other bitties in the store. But Cross knows his soul isn’t in it. He can’t help but keep thinking about a tiny bitty outside. All alone and having to take care of himself. About the tiny bitty who is alone in a cage, hoping for his one friend and family to come back for him, while all the other bitties dislike him. Cross is reminded of the empty space he had been, all alone. He is reminded of Killer who had been in his own dead AU for a long time. About Nightmare, who no one seemed willing to try and understand or even bother to talk to, to try and understand why he did what he had to.

Killer and him end up leaving the store in silence as they continue their track to the grocery store. They are lucky it is still open and they quickly grab the things they need. Neither of them say anything as they collect the things they need and pay.

They don’t bother to explore the streets anymore after getting the stuff they needed and Cross uses his, well it used to be XChara’s but now it is his, knife to cut a doorway for them.

They step through and Cross feels himself relax.

Home sweet home.

Hah!

Strange how before it was just a place of work but now it is his home.

Killer had called it Nightmare’s hideout once. But Cross likes to think it is more than just that now. It is their hideout, their home. A place where the multiverse can’t get to them and they can just be. A place perfectly safe with nothing that can hurt them anywhere near.

Honestly it would be the perfect place to have two tiny bitties run around, nothing would hurt them as they explore-

Cross shakes his skull and goes straight to the kitchen after entering the castle. He opens the bag and starts putting things away. Killer looks into the bags and takes out some frozen pizzas which he puts in the oven.

They are quiet as they clean up and wait for the timer to run out.

“You two are oddly quiet.”

Cross looks up as Killer grins “Sup boss!”

Nightmare rolls his eyes as he looks unimpressed “Not much of a boss anymore. Why do both of you feel disheartened? I thought you two were going to one of the universes that we had already called clean?” he frowns.

Cross feels touched by the worry as he shrugs “We did! We went to the usual place.”

Nightmare’s frown doesn’t disappear “That doesn’t explain your emotions.” he looks between the two of them.

Killer huffs as he leans on the counter with crossed arms “We were just walking through town and- Wait! Nightmare!” Killer stands upright with a large grin “They have a bitty shop in that universe!”

Nightmare blinks and looks surprised “But it is a neutral universe…”

That is when Cross remembers. Cross himself and Killer may have had the chance to see bitties once or twice from a distance… but Nightmare wouldn’t have had the chance, ever. As Nightmare at first hadn’t been able to enter positive universes and later it was just too much of a risk as he would be weaker and the Stars stronger.

Killer seems to have thought of the same conclusion as he grins widely “Mare you need to come with us next time! There were so many bitties! They were all so cute and were so well behaved but not afraid or anything and it was all clean and well taken care of!” and Killer starts explaining with wide gestures what they saw and how they held some bitties.

Cross keeps an eye on the oven and by the time Killer winds down talking the pizzas are ready for them. They all get their own and get comfortable at the table to eat their dinner.

Killer grins widely “Oh and Nightmare! They had a skeleton bitty! Not any other multiverse goer or anything! The little guy was straight up just his own person! He was cute and was just hoarding food and such a big little guy!”

Nightmare chuckles as he eats a piece “If this whole conversation is just a windup to ask if you can adopt a bitty you could have started with that.” He eats another bite.

Killer’s grin falls and he sighs “Not like it is possible… little guy isn’t up for adoption.”

Nightmare frowns “Why not?”

Killer just stares sadly at his plate and Cross speaks up “Well, bitties bond to other bitties for like stability and mental health and stuff. Well the little skeleton guy does have a bitty he is bonded to, but that bitty isn’t actually in the shop but a wild bitty.”

Nightmare stops and frowns at them “I thought bitties couldn’t live in the wild?”

Killer pouts as he lays on the table on crossed arms “They normally can’t… guess it is just a very crafty bitty.”

Cross thinks “I think there are some AUs where they can but that are the special cases. In general they can’t…” he sighs as he pushes at his pizza “We are just worried about the two little guys…”

Nightmare looks at them thoughtfully before nodding “I see. And while adopting isn’t possible you could always visit him and sponsor him.” and he eats.

Killer shoots up and stares in shock “What?”

Nightmare pauses as he looks unimpressed “You can visit the bitty still. Not to forget you may be able to make a deal with the shop that you at least adopt him in name. That way you can still spoil him but the shopkeeper will be able to make sure everything is still fine. In some places it is called sponsoring.”

Cross blinks confused “That is a thing?”

Nightmare nods “It is often done with endangered species, at least in quite a few universes. It makes the people feel more involved and attached to them. Maybe you can make a deal with the store and work something out?” and he turns back to his pizza.

Killer jumps up “Yes! We can totally do that! Oh! And tomorrow we can show you where the store is! That was you can also see the bitty!”

Nightmare chuckles “It is fine Killer.”

Killer pouts “Come on boss, it will be fun!”

Nightmare sighs as he shoots Killer a look “I thought we already agreed I am not technically your boss anymore. At most I am your landlord.”

Cross snorts “Being a landlord implies we are paying you, which we aren’t.”

Killer nods “In matter of fact you still pay us.”

Nightmare sighs but Cross can spot a small smile on the other’s face.

Cross smiles as he turns to his own food and finally eats dinner.

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"… Hey."

“Bunny.”

“Who were that?”

“… Don’t know. Left quickly.”

“Okay… stay safe?”

“I am fine bunny.”

“I love you.”

“Love you too.”

[bummys]

tw/cw; noncon, dubcon, incest (half siblings), nasty content, oral, p in v

wc; 24k (not proofread, this is so long and its bland but ill make it pretty later)

minors dni

"i'm not your girlfriend, stop telling everyone i am, oliver."

it was a hushed conversation, one that no one was meant to hear. this was your brother, not fully, but you shared the same mother. you hated his smug smile, the excitement that came with someone saying his name and the thought of someone thinking you were another groupie. you hated the close proximity you had to stay in with him, whether it was the practices you both attended or the friend group that occasionally intersected. what you hated most was that he knew how to get under your skin.

he shrugged, his lips pulled to keep his smile from showing, "not me, maybe it's your cheerleadering friends."

it was true, he didn't say anything, but he didn't dispel the rumors nor did he make the distinction that you were his stepsister. in his weak defense, you also kept your lips sealed. the two with the undeniable chemistry, who would've thought they were related. you'd be a pariah. the one who would be known as the brother fucker on campus. he knew how important your social status was to you, of course you were so damn close to being the stereotypical cheerleader. you made it so easy to push your buttons.

"maybe we should turn the rumors into real life, sis," oliver leaned in, making you take a step back, "give them something to actually talk about."

you go to push him away, both your hands against his chest although he doesn't budge, "you're so fucking disgusting, oliver."

he laughed, taking a step back to give you the space you desperately wanted. oliver wasn't stupid, he recognized the pause of consideration, he would catch your silent agreement whenever your friends brought up his looks and definitely knew the look of jealousy in your eyes whenever he had someone new on his lap. on the different side of the same coin, he tsked at the looks you got when you wore those insanely short shorts to practice. typically he loved giving the cheerleaders his undivided attention as long as you were front and center to witness it because you always looked like a puppy left out in the rain. could you make it any more obvious? but on those days with your tiny shorts, sendo liked to fill in where oliver neglected you, chasing you around to wipe his sweat on you or just to show off with lifting you with one arm. but oliver never got jealous.

"what brought this on? your boyfriend sendo scared i'll fuck you before him?" he asked, unbothered by your disgusted expression.

you wanted to grit your teeth and break the carefully crafted persona you had spent so long curating, it was so easy for him to get you down to his level, "how do you know we haven't yet?"

his response was silent and you took that as it being a topic discussed in the locker room. the team sharing their conquests, how unoriginal. rolling your eyes, you once again pushed him and his stood aside for you.  oliver watched as you walked away with his hands tucked into his pockets, the thin material of your shorts squeezing your plush thighs and the curvature of your ass. what a tease. truthfully, he knew you guys hadn't even kissed yet because everyone knew he had dibs because unlike you, he didn't care who knew your relationship to one another. no one was off limits to him. he participated in the boyish conversations, about who was the best fuck and who's panties were the easiest to get into. occasionally, you were the topic of discussion with guesses to how good you were in bed, if you were a virgin and even if you were a creamer, squirter or both. those were oliver's favorite.

talking to oliver always left you angry no matter how much time passed, he'd leave your skin scorching almost seconds from bursting into flames. you'd ignore the voices of your parents in favor of going straight into the shower. despite having his own apartment, you knew that he'd be stopping by soon. naively, you believed his interest was solely in seeing your parents rather than to harass you further. you scrubbed at your skin harshly, it pissed you off how much space in your head that he occupied. to you that only proved how much of a nuisance he was in your life. as you predicted, the house shook as the front door opened and closed. maybe you could stay in the bathroom his entire visit and blame it on a strenuous routine.

as you shut off the water, obviously aware that you couldn’t stay in there for hours more, you heard the door open and assumed it was your mother, "sorry, the-"

"cold showers are better after workouts."

you quickly stuck your head out from behind the shower curtain, being met with oliver who's eyes followed the trails of water that disappeared down your neck and to your shielded chest, "what the fuck, get out!"

"hey, hey, calm down. mom and dad just wanted me to tell you that they're leaving to go visit auntie," he had that cocky grin, the one that he gave you when he was going to say something gross.

your eyebrows furrowed in obvious confusion, he liked how expressive you could be, "ok and? this couldn’t have waited?"

he shrugged off your question, "let me see, sis?" his eyes never leaving where your body would be behind the curtain.

"jesus, don't you have some girl waiting on a text back from you or something? get out!"

as quickly as you had been relaxed by your shower, you were once again on edge. oliver would be the cause of your brain aneurysm or at the least, your high blood pressure. there were only so many words that you could say that expressed your hatred for him. there were only so many 'fuck you's that you could dish out before they started to sound like an invitation. and for you and oliver, it was pass the point of inevitability. you were surprised that he had left without a fight, leaving you to get out of the cold shower and wrap your towel around your body. what didn't surprise you was him sitting on your bed. you couldn’t decide what pissed you off more; his dirtied clothes on your bed or his inability to leave you alone.

you ignored his presence, slipping on your night shorts beneath your towel before disappearing into your closet to put on a shirt that he had unknowingly left behind. a groan of annoyance filled the silence as you returned to him laying down. his phone hovered over his face while his free hand rubbed his stomach, giving you a view of his exposed skin and the trail of hair that led beneath the waist of his shorts. you could feel him staring, but you look away instead of meeting his eyes because you knew you'd be met with a smirk. great. you didn't wait to hear whatever comment he felt the need to make, it wasn’t like you meant to stare. you could appreciate another athlete's body, right?

"didn't like what you saw?" oliver called after you as you left for another room, "can show you more if you want."

his voice echoed through your family home, you knew you could put a stop to this easily. the thought rarely crossed your mind, the butterflies in your stomach assured that. sitting on the couch, you put your focus on your ringing phone. instead of your friend, it was sendo, which surprised you. he wasn't the type to call after the girls he chased, that was what you were told at least. there was something so hedonistic about the relationships that the sports teams, everyone dated everyone and while there was occasionally drama, no one was particularly dedicated to anyone. oliver was an enigma, he had an obvious reputation yet as of lately,  he had distanced himself from it.

"oh, hey sen?" your voice was softened, secretive, "no it's not a bad time."

the conversation, despite being quiet, was heard as oliver walked into the kitchen. he watched your body language, the way played with your hair and lastly, he noticed your smile whenever you'd slightly turn your head to the side. from your responses, he could tell whoever was on the other end had been laying on fairly thick. oliver knew what you liked, you loved someone showering you in compliments and teasing jokes. you didn't favor the caging or the idea of being chased after because you were a top prize. poor bastard. oliver took a bite of an apple, ignoring your boring conversation for the tv. that was until his ears perked at the name you mumbled, how didn't he know it was sendo, it was so obvious. well, shidou would've realistically been his first guess.

"hey, you ready to go again? cleaned up that mess you made," he laughed loudly, taking another bite of his apple.

your head snapped to the kitchen, if looks could kill he'd be dead seven times over.  the other end went silent as did you, your mouth hung open in horror. who wouldn't be able to recognize oliver's voice? especially a fellow teammate. stumbling out a 'sorry, i have to go' before you hung up while considering throwing your phone square at his face. luckily for him, your mind was more on the fact that he had done that rather than getting revenge. if people didn't think you two were fucking then they would be  now.

"what actually is your problem? why do you feel the need to do shit like that? you're so fucking gross," you were yelling, something he had never gotten from you, "i don't want to fuck you, i don't even like you, i'd rather fuck shidou."

oliver had gotten tons of reactions from you; the flustered ones, the frustrated ones and the playful ones, but there was something about seeing you so inconsolably angry. once again, he smirked at your anger. that pushed you over the edge, you leapt to your feet, clearing the distance to him fairly fast. not fast enough though. it was a game to him, that he made sure you knew as he took off running to his old room. of course he was faster, running was what he was best at. he hid behind his door, waiting for you to run in so he could shut it. you didn't hesitate to start swinging, obviously stronger than you, he gathered your wrists with ease.

"hey, calm down before i make you calm down," oliver knew you'd take the bait, he tried putting a serious voice on.

you scoffed, "you'll make me? only thing you're going to make me do is–"

"cum until you're crying? make sure everyone on campus know you're mine? maybe even fuck a baby into you."

his words made you feel nauseous, the flirting neared the line that shouldn't be crossed, but you allowed it. now, what he was saying was so far pass what was acceptable, "oliver, stop, let me go, this isn't funny."

"i'll stop if you just let me fuck you."

he had switched to holding both of your wrist in one hand, moving to grab your waist to pull you flush against his body. he stilled you, your eyes widening. this was your first time touching oliver in way other than hitting him or snatching something from his hands. the feeling was awkward, your uneasy assumption of a hug until you felt his hardening cock. he had to be joking with you right? you knew the answer to your own question, he told you how to make him stop. the idea of fucking him to end this was definitely wasn't an option, yeah you'd be able to go back to your life of being someone's girlfriend, not his obviously. but was the outcome even worth it?

"fine, fuck. you better not say anything to anyone, i swear to god," it was a whisper, you feared somehow your parents would hear, "you'll leave me alone?"

his smirk was gone, his eyes reading over your face with seriousness, but only nodded at your question. it's not himself that he's worried about. he leans down to kiss you, gently at first before adding more pressure. it wasn’t sweet, it wasn't necessary, but it felt like an obligation. you wanted to bite him, his lips or his tongue that he had gotten into your mouth without resistance. what you did fight was the weakness that crept into your knees and the fogginess that attempted to wash away the wrongness of what you were going to do, he said he'd leave you alone, so all you can do is trust him.

"get on your knees on the bed," his voice has lost the playful lilt that you were accustomed to, making it easier to follow his instructions.

he didn't know you were going to comply so easily, watching as you got into position. you seemed so confident in the stance, your back beautifully arched as your chest rested against the bed. he wanted to call you a 'slut' for submitting so quick, but it died on his tongue as he took in the moment for what it was. it was comparable to getting praised and gifted something he demanded for after doing nothing that deserved it. he wrapped his arms around your thighs, pulling you closer to the edge of the bed. you looked back, seeing oliver on his knees, you expected him to laugh and smile at you, but his attention was on your clothed cunt. a thin patch a cloth between him and you, he licked down the center of your cunt, the flat of his tongue hitting your lips while the middle of his tongue was blocked by your shorts. you weren't going to give him the satisfaction of a moan, but it felt good.

it felt horrible, the weight that rested on your shoulders as you thought of how you sat at the same dinner table with him, went on family vacations together and even got your first tattoos together. that was before everything got so weird.

he could feel how wet you had gotten, he couldn't you were the one to call him a freak. once again, he licked over the cloth, the fabric darkening from spit and your slick. he quickly abandoned just licking you, starting to make out with your shorts rather than your bare cunt. it made your toes curl, fighting your urge to push back against his face. it didn't take long for you to give into him, especially when he started to rub over your clit. the tip of his nose prodded against your opening, the shorts only allowing him to go so far. he could taste you so faintly, even going as far as sucking on the spit soaked fabric. his hand, the one that hadn't been stroking his stiffened cock, finally peeled your soiled shorts down. he didn't even know when he had started jerking himself off, but he was so close to coating his shaking hand in cum.

he spit against your puckered hole, watching as his saliva trailed from your asshole down to your clit. his stroking hand moved faster as he pressed his stubbled face against your bare cunt, his tongue lapped up the mixture of spit and your slick once again, this time getting the full taste. he moaned, attempting to nuzzle his face deeper into your cunt when you pulled away.

"ol-..oli..ver, your beard hu-"

he knew what you were trying to say, he had heard it time and time again, but he ignored your pleas and whines, shutting you up with his index finger deep into your cunt. he had gotten a moan out of you and that just fed into his ego, you could pretend you hated him, but he knew you wanted it as badly as he did. whatever fight you had left, it was gone now or maybe you had understood that he couldn't stop there. he rubbed his cheek against the back of your thigh, watching his cream coated finger stretch you out. you tried pulling away the leg his face scratched against for him to add in his middle finger. for a second, he knew was too much, him offer a kiss to your puffy clit as a sleazy apology. but he didn't stop with the just a kiss, circling his tongue around it before sucking.

you didn’t last, you were pissed that you couldn’t. his thick fingers and mouth successfully pulled his first orgasm out of you, the noises your cunt made as his speed quickened were filthy. you couldn't blame his spit for being the reason you were so wet, your quivering walls told the truth of how good it felt. you were making a mess on his face, you'd die of embarrassment if you could see him. your ears burned, who knows if it was from the skin rubbing against the blanket or listening to the way your body gladly accepted the man you despised.

"oli-i-i.." you were dumbfounded by the noises coming from your mouth, pushing back against his to get him to suck harder, "so good."

he stopped, the suddenness making you shudder. his fingers didn't curl and his tongue didn't budge, in fact the cool air told you he had moved away. his fingers stayed buried deep in you, his stopping didn't worry you, no, your pleasure took precedent. you worked yourself back against his fingers before pulling forward until the tips rested at your entrance. before a sigh could pass your lips, the hand that had been stroking his cock was placed over your mouth. his hand smelled of sweat, it made you drool against his skin. just his fingers had you dumb, how cute.

"oliver, have you seen your sister?"

the voice of your father made you stiffen, although oliver's grip around your face was tight enough to keep you in place. your widened eyes said a lot, mainly how you were brought back down to earth and that you were terrified of being caught. oliver wasn't, this was something he had chased after for months. his grip tightened as his fingers buried deep in your cunt were taken out, he brought the dampened finger to his lips to tell you to be quiet. the skin around his mouth glistening with you, how could you pay any attention to his shit eating smile.

"said something about going to her friends', don't remember," his voice held that same deepness from earlier, his eyes focused on you, "did you need her?"

you tried shaking your head, obviously unable to play along his sick game. his thumb brushed over your sticky clit, enthused with your sudden rigidity. it didn't last long, relaxing into his skilled touch. there was shifting on the other side of the door, the closets in the hallway opening and shutting. similar to the first time, he took you by shock with entering two fingers into your cunt. right on the other side of the door was your father and there your brother was back to recklessly fingerfucking you. oliver didn't need to cover your mouth, the wetness from your pussy was loud enough to get you two caught. he was surprised your dad couldn't hear.

approaching footsteps caused oliver to slow back down, eyeing the unlocked door, "ah, no, i found it. when you see your sister, tell her to call us."

he wanted to groan out, you were squeezing his fingers so tightly,  you were scared, "yup will do dad, have fun."

cum dripped down his wrist, he didn't know if he could wait til your father made it out the house. your weeping cunt was begging for him at this point, his fingers were no longer offering you the fulfillment he had teased you with, at least in his mind. you, you couldn't even think straight with your adrenaline through the roof. oliver thought you looked so pretty; the tears glazing your usually hardened eyes, your quivering body and more specifically your sloppy cunt. his thumb stroked your cheek, the unusual kindness making your hazy eyes flash to him.

"fuck, you ready?" he whispered, unsure if you two were alone or not, "need to be inside you."

he moved his hand from your mouth, he wasn't worried about you making anymore noises, he didn't care. you felt as if you could explain and rationalize the fingering and eating you out, but as you watched him stand to his feet with his hand jerking his heavy cock, you felt able second surge of fear. could you really take your brother's dick? after months of letting him wear you down, maybe. how would you look him in the eyes after this? how could look your parents in the eyes? his dick rested at your entrance, his hand holding his girth to help it ease into you.

"oliver, wait, you're wearing a condom right?"

his other hand pulled at one of your asscheeks, "huh? mm, sure," he let go of the fat of your cheek, opening the drawer on his nightstand beside him to see the unused packets, "actually all out, sendou said you have that shit in your arm anyways, so you don't have to worry, right?" he rubbed his leaking tip against your clit before running it back upwards.

you wanted to bite back, something about how fucking stupid he was, but he took your short silence for permission. he realigned himself with your awaiting hole and pressed forward. the stretch caused your jaw to slacken, moaning out as his tip finally pressed in. any denial that you had was dripping around his cock, he was big. bigger than sendou or at least from what the pictures showed, maybe the biggest you've had and he definitely knew it by the way you tensed which kept him from rocking into you or pulling out. not that he wanted too, he had edged himself and was so close to filling you with his cum. sickeningly, he needed to do that as deeply as he could instead, preferably against your womb.

"squeezin' your brother's cock so tight," it felt so right, "but I'm disgusting, huh?"

you whimpered, feeling the full thickness as he pulled out an inch only to push several more back inside. he felt deep enough to be inside your guts and still had yet to fully bottoming out, you hated the twinge of infatuation you felt for him. it wasn’t like you fell in love with everyone that had been inside you, but this had felt like something that had built up for so long and the pay out was worth it. even if you called him your brother. drool began pooling on his comforter where your mouth sat, you couldn't even manage a thought let alone another snarky response. it was the truth, you were squeezing so tightly as he fucked another premature orgasm out of your sloppy cunt.

he tried scoffing, he wanted to appear to be completely in control, but he never had pussy comparable to yours. oliver set a foot onto the edge of the bed, driving you to take him deeper. your moans harmonized with your wetness, his ears numbing as he watched how your cunt struggled to accommodate most of him. the pathetic pull of your cunt, attached to his cock with every near withdrawal made him want to bury himself as deep as possible, but that would be an awkward hospital visit.  his leaky tip pressed against your womb while the tips of his fingers dug into the fat of your hips. you choked out a cry, pressing the palm of your hand out to his hips.

"too de..deep, hold on," you sobbed, god he knew he'd cum if he saw anymore tears in your eyes, so he grinded against you, against that sensitive patch of flesh deep in your cunt.

you went limp at the feeling, unable to even stop oliver from tangling his fingers into your hair, "can't hear you sis," he cooed, supporting your deadweight as lifted your head up from the bed, "use your words, oh fuck."

the pain that radiated in your scalp pulsated down around his cock, the harder he pulled the more snug you got. it wasn’t accidental, the way he pulled out to just his tip only to slam himself back in. so much for the worry he had felt earlier, now he was amazed that his fat cock could disappear fully into your walls. he didn't stop at the one thrust, his pace starting off sloppy since he was already so close. it hurt you, the pleasure deep in the pain as each snap of his hip forced his tip to kiss your cervix, so you couldn't help the tears that pricked your rolling eyes. the light caught the glistening wetness on your cheeks, he almost slowed down in thoughts of easing the tension. but you looked so beautiful, so blissfully fucked out that he only wanted to break you further. his body trembled, pulling your hips to him with several excruciatingly deep thrusts. his sticky balls twitched against your clit, planting his seed deep inside you.

"fuck, definitely got you pregnant," he lowly groaned, stroking his overstimulated cock through your quivering walls.

the thought was terrifying, but you felt so full. it was in a way you hadn't felt before,  it left you speechless as his palm slapped down against your ass. you twitched around him, oozing his thick seed with every drag of his hips. he wasn't lying about what he said earlier, he did need everyone to know you were his. and what better way than showing everyone? stupid of you to bring your phone with you, huh? not taking himself out of you, he grabbed your phone that laid face down on the bed. of course, he held the phone in front of your barely conscious face, unlocking it.

"say hey to sen," he aimed the recording phone down to the mess you two had made, "guess you were right, she is a creamer, but bet i could make her squirt if i tried."

[gayofthefae]

Thinking about this post I just made about how though their feelings are mutual and have been, they only ever mutually flirt in a single two line exchange - "I didn't say it" "you didn't have to" - with completely logical following reactions of "shit, I didn't think I'd get this far" and going awkwardly silent for a second before moving on with the original conversation topic. And that post dives into that moment and motivation for the painting from Will's side...

But now I'm thinking about it from Mike's side. Now I'm thinking, as I periodically do, about the timing of Mike's behavior and the shift in it after El leaves.

Not just after she is physically absent, because he was not this way when they broke up in season 3, but much more akin to season 2 - a time where he also did not expect her to come back to him. "A fight we can't come back from" seals the deal on this perception being the motivation.

Mike becomes more romantically-coded with Will following his belief that they'll break up, we know this already, but I had never before tracked that that wasn't something he'd done before in this way. He had not flirted with Will before, not really.

Their past encounters were 'if we're both having trauma hallucinations, at least we're together <3' 'i'll protect you and make sure you're safe' 'you're the best thing i've ever done' 'you won't replace me, right?' and immediately following this 'i deeply miss you in my life and the unknown is less scary with you'

But they've never had just a little banter-y exchange in this tone like this. What happens every time is Mike gives a borderline love confession and Will says "yeah" or "cool", Will delivers a line a little flirty and Mike just beams, but never responds.

But this time Mike responded. That is yet another sign of what point he's gotten to in giving up on his relationship. It plays as a repetition - not in a bad way - of his past behaviors and heartfelt speeches towards Will. But it isn't. It's a step further. And the timing of it being a step-further is not to be overlooked, because they didn't step them forward one step every season consistently. They didn't do so in season 3. But they did it here.

Here, they had Mike say he did not believe his relationship with El would survive then not only immediately flirt with Will, but in a way he never had before. That changes it from coping or escapism to action. It could have been passive. It could have been entertainment. It could have been fantasy...if he had ever done it before. Because if it were fictive to him, there would have been no consequences to doing it before either

But the withholding of it makes it new and makes it a choice. Mike picked up what Will was putting down in this capacity for the first time. Love may be strong but it's ambiguous and flirting is a hell of a lot more direct. Mike shifted tactics here when given the opportunity.

Whether he knew it consciously or not, he gave up on El enough to pursue Will. By very definition, pursue means to advance. And he advanced into something he had not done before. He responded.

[filo-academia]

[vent in the tags]

[blueskittlesart]

guys be honest is it insane to make a presentation ranking zelda games for a real life college class

[the-judicial-assistants-notebook]

whatever you do, don't think about how lana saw herself in edgeworth, ok? don't think about how she wanted to distance herself from him the moment they met because he could possibly see through the sl-9 plan and ruin everything, but she couldn't because he was kind, if not a little awkward, to her terrified sister in a case where everyone else's only concern was securing a conviction. don't think about how she brought ema to the prosecutor's office (because she damn well wasn't going to let her sister face this alone) with her hackles raised and her defences bolstered because she'd heard about the "demon prosecutor" and his ways just to realise he's nothing but a young man, trying his best to survive under the weight of his mentor's shadow and ensure justice is served by whatever means he can. don't think about how she felt later, when she was under gant's thumb and knew for a fact that all those rumours surrounding von karma's perfect record were, in fact, true and that he was using edgeworth's faith in him to fulfill his own goals. don't think about how she felt when she had to begin doing the same. or what must have gone through her head when she entered her office one morning to find a case approval form waiting for her on her desk: the state v. miles edgeworth. don't think about how she knew, once she saw the name of the prosecutor assigned to his case, that she was signing his death warrant. don't imagine what she rehearsed saying to his sister or her realisation, after his miraculous survival, why he had been so understanding of her own. don't wonder, as she did, ineffectually, if it was his competence or her fondness for him that led to his car and knife being chosen to cover goodman's murder — a second attempt at his permanent removal — and whether it was affection or guilt that made her stand by the corpse, waiting readily to be caught in his stead. don't think about how she finds out, eventually, that he is gone, in a jail cell so far from remorse, gratitude and closure that she can only sit and turn in her head distorted thoughts about luck and fortuitous third chances. don't.

[chayannesegg]

im so glad empanada, even after a tough day, got to have that talk and hug with richas and then bagi where em got some lovely advice about dealing with grief from richas & talked about what went wrong during the day

but i can't help but contrast this with sunny. sunny who empanada still hasn't seen. sunny whose been alone for days. sunny whose talked with almost no one. sunny who doesn't know bad is dead. sunny whose pretending tubbo isn't dead. sunny who got no goodbye. sunny who got no long talks about grief. sunny who got no explanations. sunny who no one visited today. sunny whose birthday is tomorrow. sunny who no one will wake up for first tomorrow

[wildstar25]

What physical part(s) of Arsay does her partners find the most attractive! Is it the same for all partners or does it differ between them?

(also optional bonus ask of what part(s) of/about Arsay generally do they love the most, physical or not!)

Meanwhile, if you were to ask the same of Arsay:

[corellianhounds]

Ohhhh so I bet it’s no wonder Padmé probably never questioned anything about Anakin saying his mother had him by herself and that he didn’t have a dad. By the time they’re married and she finds out they’re gonna have kids and she’s preemptively filling out family medical history paperwork, she just glosses over the whole “I don’t have a dad” thing Anakin probably told her assuming they can fill it out later when he gets his records, not realizing the two of them were having different conversations because okay yeah, her sister had children without having a partner involved in the process, poor people on Tatooine must apparently have access to that technology too, Shmi’s business is her own and it’s not like they can ask her anymore, logical, logical. Padme “Its one banana, Anakin, how much could it cost? Ten dollars?” Naberrie and Anakin “I didn’t pay attention in biology class because that doesn’t apply to me and therefore i don’t need to know it” Skywalker

[herenvibing]

cr3 is gonna end and the pc’s still feel like the same people to me :|

(crcritical content in the tags feel free to skip)

[bleue-flora]

I just checked the whole exile vod (lowkey kinda made me see exile a little differently) anyway, c!Dream gives c!Tommy both tridents ( dreamrider and c!sapnaps one), c!Dream let c!tommy keep c!sapnaps trident which c!tommy put away in his enderchest while c!Tommy gave back c!Dreams dreamrider trident so the dreamrider should still be with c!Dreams inventory or enderchest/ or chest unless it was destroyed in staged finale if he had it on him.

[context]

(checking vods tends to do that ;) lol like literally the way I view Tommy especially now after rewatching some vods versus how I did back when I watched stuff for the first time is wildly different.)

Thought I remembered something like that, because they hunt for heads I think. Besides Dream’s armor and weapons that end up in Tubbo’s armory his other items seem to have been separated so I’m not sure whether that’s because Tommy lost it or it ended up somewhere. That’s why I put it on the list [scavenger hunt list] because I’m kinda curious where it disappeared to, since it wasn’t in his inventory or ender chest… course perhaps he renamed it to Nightmare. That is also a thought.