#crystal but birthday 2022

[kindahoping4forever]

Happy Birthday Crystal!!! Hope you’ve had an awesome day!!!

I had a lovely day, Addison, thank you! 🫶🏻☺️

[kindahoping4forever]

Me trying to reply to this while those pictures are still in my periphery 👁️👄👁️

happy birthday @kindahoping4forever🧡

[onefey]

hey, did you know? they ♥️ ^ turned 40 recently!

[kaidabakugou]

𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎 𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎𝐔

🕸️ ʟᴏɴɢ ꜰɪᴄꜱ 🕸️

SACRILEGE | PRIEST! BAKUGOU X DEMON! READER | 4K

THE MIGHTY PASSION | FOREST GOD VIDAR! BKG X ELF! READER | 7.4K | GLOSSARY

UNDERWATER DELIGHTS | MERMAN BAKUGOU | 10.2K

🕸️ ꜱʜᴏʀᴛ ꜰɪᴄꜱ 🕸️

BLOOD BOUND | VAMPIRE! BAKUGOU X VAMPIRE! READER | 2.6K

MAKE YOU MELT | BAKUGOU X READER | 2.5K

🕸️ ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇꜱ 🕸️

asking him to suck your tits

intimate morning sex

thigh riding

witchcraft | crystals | tantric sex

torturing you with his cock

his stuffy nose | example lol

merman bkg snippet | hcs

spooky szn snippets

crime shows & podcasts

angry sex w/ leash n’ collar

calling him after a villain attack

new haircut sex

when you’re getting sick

pinching wars

hospital bed cuddles

first time passion

size kink

winter cuddles

clumsy reader

injured thoughts

engagement thoughts

mafia boss n’ his dog w/ kippen | more

kippen’s sugar daddy thoughts

barista au w/ kippen n’ kat

when he asks to go camping

meeting at a tattoo competition

scent kink thoughts

𝐄𝐈𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀

🕸️ ʟᴏɴɢ ꜰɪᴄꜱ 🕸️

TBA

🕸️ ꜱʜᴏʀᴛ ꜰɪᴄꜱ 🕸️

JUST LIKE OLD TIMES | BLOOD RIOT X READER | 1.2K

BIRTHDAY SPECIAL’22 | KIRISHIMA X READER | 1.1K

🕸️ ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇꜱ 🕸️

beauty appointments together

how he is in his sleep

piss drinking

switching hero costumes event

𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔

🕸️ ʟᴏɴɢ ꜰɪᴄꜱ 🕸️

TBA

🕸️ ꜱʜᴏʀᴛ ꜰɪᴄꜱ 🕸️

MOONLIGHT MADNESS | WEREWOLVES KIRIBAKU | 2.4K

🕸️ ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇꜱ 🕸️

69 position

eating you out at the same time

crack moments

katsuki vs. your hairs

working out

villain selfship snippet

when you’re getting sick | more

when they sleep

bartender! kirishima ft. bouncer bkg | full w/ sainty

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒

winter cuddles w/ shouto todoroki

body worship w/ mt. lady

blood as lube concept

ᴀʟʟ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢ ᴛᴏ ©ᴋᴀɪᴅᴀʙᴀᴋᴜɢᴏᴜ 2022-2024 | ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇ ᴏʀ ʟᴀʏᴏᴜᴛꜱ | ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ, ʀᴇᴘᴏꜱᴛ, ᴘʟᴀɢɪᴀʀɪᴢᴇ ᴏʀ ʀᴇᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴅ ᴏɴ ᴀɴʏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴘʟᴀᴛꜰᴏʀᴍ

[camillathe6th]

(Splinters) Happy Birthday, Mr. President

Disclaimer: everything is Malin Rydén's of course, especially since I'm stealing Ortega for this one, and really leaning into the asshole part of their brain (if they have one. We're still not sure) Context: It almost being my birthday made me think about Ortega's birthday; Ortega's birthday made me think of villain reveals; villain reveals reminded me Una and Ortega haven't shouted at each other in too long; poured my soul into this, didn't come out unscathed, this is a WARZONE. What to expect: Ortega's turning 40!! Let's celebrate :)

2022. (Ricardo)

It’s not that I’m waiting, really. Why would I be waiting? She promised nothing. I’m having fun. Look at me. Look at me, shining. I’m having fun. The beer is good, the champagne’s better, and the cocktails were created in my name. You know why? Because it’s my day. It’s my day, and I’m having fun.

“The beginning of the rest of your life!” Daniel laughs, buzzed, clapping me on the shoulder, his smile resplendent in its creaselessness.

God. I knock on the bar.

“Can I get another round?” I throw to the barman, who spills gin into shot glasses at the speed of light.

At least there’s that: they didn’t spare any expense, not for me, not for Charge. Charge, this monument. The roguish hero of yore. The declining hero of now. Keep a monument around long enough and it starts to erode and mold. Maybe they splurged because they expect me to drop dead before the next decade hits. They’d be right to hope, but they’ll be wrong in the end. For my fiftieth, I’ll ask for the mayor to pop out of a giant cake. I’ll ask for a gold statue of myself in the nude, with eyes of brown diamonds. I’ll ask for a generator so insane it’ll send me into space. Hedge your bets and start saving, assholes.

For now, I get everyone who’s anyone in Los Diablos, and the newly reminted Heritage museum all for me myself and I, sparkly and new after two years of rebuilding. A little like life, huh? Sparkly and new, after two years of rebuilding. Crystal chandeliers, gilded moldings, sculpted handrails, camouflaging the bomb-cracks left underneath.

All that’s left to see now is whether the bomb-cracks have unsettled the structure long-term.

Gingerly, absently, I touch the smooth scar on my lip. Can’t even feel it anymore, really: with time, it’s sunk into older skin, a little paler, but unraised. Just an adornment. Gilded moldings.

“Not for me,” Chen says when I hold out a shot glass. “Moore’s not coming?”

Fine. Then I’ll drink both.

“Don’t know. You know how she is.”

“It’s your birthday,” he says, raising an eyebrow judgemental enough that Daniel cringes from second-hand anxiety.

“I saw her yesterday, and she definitely knew about it,” he tries to help, and fails.

“Of course she knows,” I roll my eyes, downing a glass. “I haven’t been subtle.”

“Are you ever?” Argent snorts. She’s eating what appears to be a third slice of the cake that was rolled out an hour ago, glittering with magic candles and out of which the mayor definitely did not pop, despite her wearing a ridiculous feathered-collar suit that she simply can’t pull off. Continued here.

[soparklgc]

                                                  "Not all who drift are Lost"

#  Park Seo Nam  ━━   a 24-year-old trainee.  specializing in rap and lyric writing (penned by Yvette. she/her. 21+).

Hazy mornings tangled in heavy curtains, camera rolls full of blurry cityscapes and faces he’ll never remember, sneakers scuffed from nights that never ended, thrifted hoodies draped over tired frames, half-crushed cigarette packs shoved into jacket pockets, mixtapes buried under layers of doubt and late-night ambition, Polaroids pinned to cracked walls like forgotten memories, lighters flicked just to watch the spark fade, playlists shuffled into oblivion until they feel like lifelines, notebooks filled with stories that stall mid-sentence, cigarette smoke curling like thoughts left unsaid, a quiet gaze that says more than he ever will.

Park Seo Nam: The Full Rundown

3+ year trainee with no real direction or life plan. He’s doing what feels right in the moment but hasn’t quite figured out where it’s leading.

Introverted but paradoxically known for being a legendary partier. If there’s a party, he’s either hosting it or knows exactly where to find the afterparty.

Smoker. You’ll likely catch him behind the Legacy building, chain-smoking several times a day, earbuds in, avoiding eye contact with staff. Drinks often and encourages others to drink—"just one more" quickly turns into six shots.

Born and raised in Busan, Seonam lived there until halfway through high school, when his family had to move to Seoul after everything fell apart. He’s the oldest of three siblings, and all of them share the same birthday—something he likes to mention just to see people’s reactions. Life used to be comfortable, but that changed when his dad was arrested for embezzlement, and their wealth disappeared overnight, forcing them to start over from nothing.

Reckless teenage years—he skipped school, partied, attended underground raves, and developed a taste for trouble. It was at one of these raves that he discovered his passion for rap and briefly pursued it under the name p.Haze (stylized with a lowercase “p,” pronounced “Phase”). Even released a mixtape on SoundCloud, though the page has been private since 2022. No one really knows why—he claims he’s “over it,” but it might just be self-doubt.

Scouted in January 2021 for his height , initially with a modeling career in mind, which he declined. Reluctantly auditioned in July 2021 and has been a trainee ever since.

BIG Crystallis fan. ~ dark secret.

Notoriously blunt and hard to befriend. He doesn’t sugarcoat anything—if he thinks you're being stupid, he’ll tell you to your face.

Thinks he’s the smartest person in the room and isn’t shy about letting you know. His confidence can feel like arrogance, and it’s easy to rub people the wrong way.

#BadInfluence—he’ll try to convince anyone to take shots or sneak out to a club without a second thought.

Loves street food and makes it a point to find the best vendors wherever he goes. His personal favorites are tteokbokki and fish cakes.

Terrible with time management—always late, always making excuses, and somehow never apologetic about it.

Prefers texting over calls and will usually leave people on read. The only time he calls is when he’s drunk or bored.

Not a fan of social media, though he lurks on Instagram and TikTok under an untraceable burner account.

Collects random trinkets—old vinyl records, lighter cases, and keychains he finds on his nights out. His room is full of clutter, but he insists it’s “organized chaos.”

[sileasfox]

BRADFORD Jewellery Lookbook

Tiffany & Co. Collaboration

Versace Crystal Set

Dior Collection D-Cameo Set

Miss V's Birthday Collection 2022

Thank you to @bradfordsims for the amazing CC.

[shinigami-striker]

Colleen O' Shaughnessey as Tails | Sunday, 09.15.24

As of 2024, Colleen O' Shaughnessey is currently the voice actress known for voicing Miles "Tails" Prower the longest of any voice talent voicing Tails (so far).

Fun Fact: she shares the same birthday with Ben Schwartz (voice of Sonic in the Paramount movies since 2020) and Scott McNeil (known for voicing Wolverine in X-Men: Evolution).

Featured Roles

Sonic Boom (TV series; 2014-2017)

Sonic Boom: Rise of Lyric (Wii U; 2014 video game)

Sonic Boom: Shattered Crystal (Nintendo 3DS; 2014 video game)

Mario & Sonic at the Rio 2016 Olympic Games (Nintendo 3DS and Wii U; 2016 video games)

Sonic Boom: Fire & Ice (Nintendo 3DS; 2016 video game)

Lego Dimensions (2015 video game; Sonic-themed content added via November 2016 update)

Sonic Forces (2017 video game)

Team Sonic Racing (2019 video game)

"Let's Meet Sonic" (Season 3, Episode 3 of OK K.O.! Let's Be Heroes)

Mario & Sonic at the Olympic Games Tokyo 2020 (Nintendo Switch; 2019 video game)

Sonic the Hedgehog (Paramount movie series; 2020-present)

Cookie Run: Kingdom (mobile phones; 2021 video game)

TailsTube (VTuber series; 2022-present)

Sonic Frontiers (2022 video game)

Sonic Dream Team (2023 video game)

[sequinsmile-x]

Stained Glass Windows - Chapter Fifty

Life was complicated, but they wouldn't have it any other way.

-x-

Hi friends,

I cannot believe this is chapter 50 of this fic!! Thank you so much for still being here, for still loving on this version of our favs almost a whole year into writing SGW (end of November 2022 is when I started to post it!). It means the world to me because I love this version of them so much.

As it is October 12th, our beloved Emily Prentiss's birthday, I have dedicated this chapter to celebrate that, and given it a special banner to mark the occasion.

There is still SO MUCH of this fic to go in my little head, so who knows...maybe we'll have another 50 chapters?!

Please do let me know what you think <3

-x-

Words: 3.9k

A full list of warnings for the fic can be found on the Series Master List and will be updated as we go along.

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

October 12 1991

She just needs a minute to herself. 

It’s what she tells herself as she leaves the party supposedly being thrown in her honour. The house filled to the brim with her mother’s friends and their sons, men deemed suitable for her to date and marry, and people Emily hadn’t really seen or spoken to since she left for college. 

This had never been her home, not really. It was a base. The place they came to for a month or so in between her mother’s postings, somewhere she knew could have been a home if her parents had made different choices. 

She sighs as she hears her mother’s laugh, the gregariousness that Elizabeth only ever truly had when she’d been drinking. It had been a problem for years, since her father had left, but Emily knew it had got worse since she’d gone to college, as if the loneliness her mother had always seemed to strive for hadn’t been as peaceful as she thought it would be. It made guilt bubble in her stomach even though she knows it’s not her fault, that she finally deserved her own life. The chance to find some stability. 

She pulls the office door closed behind her, grateful for the barrier it creates, for the way it muffles the sound she was hiding from. She pauses when she spots the mostly empty bottle of scotch on her mother’s desk, its presence answering a question she’d never dare ask. She walks over and grabs it, pouring herself a measure into one of the crystal glasses Elizabeth kept in here. She then drops the, still not empty, bottle into the trash can, finding satisfaction in the sound it makes as it hits the bottom, the clang echoing around her, briefly blocking out the sound outside. 

She sits on the couch in the corner, sinking into it as she looks at the drink in her hand before she blows out a breath. 

“Happy 21st birthday to me,” she says, taking a sip of the scotch. She drops her head back against the couch cushion, “At least she buys the decent stuff.” 

Her peace is disrupted as the door opens, a brief burst of sound draws her attention towards it. She furrows her brows as she sees one of her mother’s new security agents walk in. He seems just as shocked to see her, freezing in place in the doorway as their eyes meet. 

“Miss Prentiss,” he says, clearing his throat, “I’m sorry I didn’t realise you were in here, I was just looking for some paperwork.” 

She smiles politely at him, “That’s ok Agent…” she drifts off, cursing herself for not remembering his name.

“Hotchner,” he says, finishing for her, his smile polite as he steps further into the room, “Isn’t it your birthday party out there?”

She smiles and nods, “Yes, yes it is. I just needed a break from all of the suitors my mother lined up for me this evening,” she says, and he raises his eyebrow at her, clearly trying to stop himself from smiling, “I’m being serious.”

He smiles politely, “Well, I’ll get what I came for and leave you to it.”

She’s not sure what makes her say it, whether it was the fact he was nice, or because he was handsome, but she’s speaking before she’s aware she’s going to, “You should stay. Have a drink with me.” 

He furrows his brow, a mix of confusion and something close to absolute horror that makes something spark in her chest, “I’m working, I can’t-”

“Come on,” she says, smiling at him, “I won’t tell anyone. Besides, it’s my birthday. It would be rude not to.” 

He thinks about it for a moment, wondering if he should just leave, politely say he had things to do, or if he should stay. His decision is made by the slightly sad sheen to her eyes. He’d never spent much time with her, but she always seemed lonely when he saw her.

“Ok, one drink,” he says, turning to where the glasses are, his eyebrows knitting together when he doesn’t see any liquor. 

“The scotch is in the trash can,” she replies, sipping her drink, finding herself amused by the look on his face, how he doesn’t question what was, on the surface of it, a ludicrous statement. She watches as he pours himself the smallest amount, the amber liquid barely visible from where she is sitting, and he crosses the room and sits next to her, a respectable distance between them.

“Happy Birthday Miss Prentiss,” he says, raising his glass, and she smiles at him. 

“Emily,” she corrects and he nods as he swallows thickly.

“Happy Birthday Emily,” he says, clinking his glass against hers. They exchange a smile and drink. “Your mother seems to be the life of the party.” 

Emily hums and finishes her scotch, letting the liquor burn the back of her throat, “Yeah,” she replies, smiling tightly at him, “She really is,” she looks him up and down, taking in his suit, the way he looked nothing short of an agent. She has an urge to mess with him, to mess up his hair and see what he does, “What does your girlfriend think of you working late?” 

He frowns, “How do you know I have a girlfriend?”

She shrugs, “I can tell,” she says mysteriously, smiling when he looks confused, “You’re a nice guy. The nice ones are rarely single.” 

He clears his throat, feeling his cheeks go warm at the compliment, “She’s okay with it,” he explains, “Haley, my girlfriend, she knows it’s a means to an end.” 

“That’s good,” she replies, watching as he finishes his drink, “I hope she knows she has one of the good ones.”

He chuckles as he stands up, placing the empty glass on the desk before he picks up what he had come in for, “I’ll let her know,” he walks towards the door, “Happy Birthday again, Emily.”

“Thank you for having a drink with me, Agent Hotchner,” she says, and he turns to face her, offering her a half smile. 

“Aaron.” 

She nods and presses her lips together to stop her smile from getting too wide, “Aaron.”

___

October 12, 2000

Emily curses under her breath as she pushes her apartment door open, her arms full of groceries, her briefcase and the birthday gift her colleagues had bought her. 

She makes it to the kitchen counter and dumps everything she’s holding onto it. She turns and closes her front door, making sure it’s locked before she puts away groceries she knows will go bad before she eats them. She pulls out the card her colleagues had given her, the number ‘30’ emblazoned on the front, and she takes a moment to read the messages inside before she sets it down on the counter, next to the one her mother had sent her, and she heads to the fridge. She pours herself a glass of wine and stares at it for a moment, the scar on her abdomen throbbing. 

A silent warning, a phantom of her worst fear - that she’d turn into her mother. After she’d saved her mother’s life, literally giving her part of herself and turning down a once in a lifetime job opportunity to do so, things between them hadn’t got better. There were no apologies from Elizabeth, no thank you. No acknowledgement of what Emily had done. It got too painful to be in DC, to watch her mother act as if nothing had ever happened, so when she’d been offered a job doing translation in the FBI Detriot Field Office she hadn’t thought twice. She’d taken the job and started again, only letting her mother know when it was already a done deal. 

She shakes her head and pours the wine away, tipping it unceremoniously down the sink, before she makes herself a hot chocolate, the warmth of the mug in her hands a comfort. 

She settles on the couch and is about to turn on the TV when she hears the phone ring. She groans and gets up, but sees her mother’s number flashing on the screen and she decides not to answer, feeling wholly not in the mood to listen to comments about her life. Thinly veiled criticisms that she thinks she’d accept from someone else. 

Emily knew she wasn’t entirely happy, but it would do for now. She was content to simply exist until she figured out what she wanted her life to look like. 

She sits back down and waits for the call to ring out, the beep of the voicemail ringing out around her. 

“Emily, I had hoped to catch you, but you may still be at work. I just wanted to say Happy Birthday. When you’re here over Thanksgiving I’ll introduce you to Bruce Cameron’s son. He’s your age and is about to get divorced-”

She rolls her eyes and stops listening after that, not paying attention as she flicks through the menu on the television, finally pressing play on something she knows she also won’t pay attention to when the message comes to an end. 

She couldn’t help but wonder if she should be sadder about her 30th birthday being like this. If the loneliness should bother her, but she was used to it. She had friends here, people who had tried to coerce her into going out for drinks, something she’d got out of by lying and saying she was seeing her boyfriend that night, a man she’d broken up with a few weeks ago without telling anyone. 

Emily sighs as she takes a sip of her hot chocolate and she thinks of her 21st birthday. Of Agent Hotchner and how he’d been nice to her, the few minutes they’d spent in her mother’s office the highlight of her day that year. She hadn’t thought about him in years, but all of a sudden she wonders where he is, what he’s doing. If he’d married the girlfriend she’d tricked him into mentioning. If he had kids. 

It’s something she knows she wants. A family. People in her life she knows love her unconditionally, something she’s not even sure her parents had ever done. 

She just hoped she’d get the chance. That her life wouldn’t pass her by, years melting into decades, as she turned into the one person she told herself she’d never be. 

As she drinks her hot chocolate and barely pays attention to the TV, she idly hopes that one day, life will look a lot different for her. 

___

Emily is woken up by a tiny hand on her face, small fingers and sharp nails digging into her skin. 

“Careful, Lilypad.”

She opens her eyes at the sound of her husband’s voice, and smiles at the sight that greets her. Aaron is sitting on her side of the bed, Lily in his arms, and a tired smile on his face. 

“Happy Birthday, sweetheart.”

“Thank you,” She says as she sits up and stamps a kiss on his lips, her hand ghosting over the back of Lily’s head as she does so before she rests her back against the headboard, her hands reaching out for Lily, “Give me my baby.”

Aaron smiles as he does as he’s told, handing Lily over immediately. Emily laughs when she sees the onesie she’s wearing, one she’s never seen before with flowing words on the front.

Happy Birthday Mommy

“Oh my god,” she exclaims, lifting Lily to press several kisses to her cheek before she settles her into her arms, “You’re so fucking cute.” 

“Em.”

She looks up at Aaron and raises an eyebrow, unable to stop herself from smiling, the happiness and joy in her chest too overwhelming to suppress, “She’s 13 weeks old, Aaron, it’s going to be a while before she picks up on cursing,” she says, her smile only getting wider as Aaron shakes his head at her, love shining in his eyes, “So, what’s the plan for today? Now you can finally tell me.” 

He’d kept it secret from her for weeks. His insistence on planning her birthday for her was as endearing as it was irritating. He’d said not only was it her 40th and special because of that, but it was also her first birthday as a mom, and he wanted it to be perfect. 

Aaron swallows thickly, suddenly nervous that he’d got it wrong, but he nods, “Well, first thing this morning Lily and I went out to your favourite bakery to get those pastries you love.”

“You did?” She says, looking down at Lily, the baby’s hand tangled in her hair, “You’ve been busy this morning, huh?”

Aaron hums in response, smiling at the sight of the two of them together, “By the way the woman at the bakery is obsessed with her.”

“As any sane person would be,” Emily replies, tickling her daughter to make her laugh before she looks back at her husband, “So that’s breakfast?”

“Breakfast and then presents. Then Jack is coming over this afternoon,” he says, his heart warming at how excited she looks, her love for his son one of the many things he adored about her, “And this evening Dave is cooking us your favourite meal, and the team are coming here so Lily and Jack can sleep in their own beds and we don’t have to worry about bedtime being disturbed.” 

“You really thought of everything,” she says, the thought of spending the day with the people who meant the most to her a perfect one. She smiles at him, unhooking a hand from under Lily and wrapping it around the back of his neck, pulling him in for a kiss, “Thank you.” 

“I know it’s a bit simple-”

“Honey, it’s perfect,” she says, stamping another kiss to his lips. She smiles at him as she pulls back, “So, are you worried about no longer having a hot wife in her 30s?” 

“No,” He shakes his head at her and reaches out to tuck some of her hair behind her ear, “You just keep on getting hotter, baby.” 

“Good answer,” She smiles, her cheeks aching with it, and she looks down at Lily, the infant chewing on her fist, “Daddy is so getting laid tonight.” 

“Emily.”

___

The house is bursting at the seams. 

The whole team is there, the gifts and love they brought with them filling all the space. The laughter was so raucous that Emily keeps glancing at the baby monitor, checking the lights on it, just in case she misses Lily crying upstairs. 

As she sits at her dining table, Aaron’s arm slung around the back of her chair with his fingers skimming her shoulder, she feels lucky. She takes a sip of her wine as she looks around, not paying much attention as Derek gives Dave crap about something said on a recent case, the older man taking it in his stride. JJ was smiling wistfully at them in between continuing her conversation with Spencer, her secrecy about her new job something that scared Emily, a feeling she would put away for tonight. Something she’d bury deep inside so she could enjoy this - the life that not all that long ago she convinced herself she’d never have. 

She’s pulled out of her thoughts by the sound of a fork being tapped against a glass, the noise enough to draw everyone's attention, and she looks at her husband, her eyes going wide as she sees him raise his glass, her cheeks already turning pink at the thought of a speech.

“I just wanted to take a moment-”

“Oh God, not a speech,” Derek exclaims, any further protest cut off with a yelp as Penelope stamps on his foot, her eyes narrowed as he looks at her in question. 

“Don’t ruin this for me,” she says, always keen for any insight into Aaron and Emily���s life, and she turns back to the couple in front of her, “Carry on boss-man.” 

Aaron shakes his head and turns to look at Emily, his spare hand on her leg under the table, squeezing softly to stop her protest. They exchange a small smile and she nods. He was never one to talk about how he feels in front of other people, never one to reveal too much, so even though she already felt a little embarrassed she let him carry on.

She could never get enough of his love. It was her lifeline, the very thing she knew she could always rely on. 

“As I was saying,” he says, raising an eyebrow at Derek before he looks around the table, “I just wanted to take a moment to thank everyone for being here tonight to celebrate Emily’s birthday,” he looks back at his wife, his smile soft, “Em, sweetheart, it’s been 19 years since I first met you and somehow you’re infinitely more interesting and more beautiful than you were even then. I love you and Happy Birthday.” 

She chokes on a sound halfway between a laugh and sob, and is grateful that it’s drowned out by the other’s cheering and clinking their glasses. She had no idea that he remembered. He’d never alluded to it, and neither had she - so sure that it was something that existed only in her memory. A moment between the two of them that was just for her, so worried he didn’t remember it that she hadn’t wanted to embarrass either one of them by bringing it up. 

The sound of crying cuts through everything, and Emily goes to stand, but Aaron stops her, his hand still on her thigh, and he leans in to kiss her cheek.

“I’ve got her,” he says, stamping a kiss against her lips, both of them ignoring Penelope’s enjoyment as Emily places her hand on his cheek and keeps in place a beat longer than he’d intended. He pulls back and smiles at her, “You enjoy yourself.” 

She watches as he leaves, her eyes fixed on him until he disappears from view. 

“Em.” 

She turns to see JJ and Penelope leaning in over the table, “You never told us you met Hotch when you were young.” 

She shrugs, trying to act nonchalant, “It was nothing really,” she says, and both of her friends raise their eyebrows at her. She’s not sure if it’s the wine in her system, or the love that was warming her from the inside out, but she sighs and carries on, “It was my 21st. My mom threw me an awful party and I hid in her office. Aaron was working there at the time, he came in to get something. I made him have the world's quickest drink with me.” 

Penelope squeals and sits back in her chair, her smile so wide Emily’s sure it must hurt, “It’s like you’re meant to be.”

For once, Emily can’t bring herself to say she doesn’t believe in that kind of thing, because she thinks she agrees.

___

“Dave sure knows how to use every dish in a kitchen.” 

Aaron chuckles at his wife as she stacks dishes next to the sink and he walks over, wrapping his arms around her from behind and pulling her into his embrace. He kisses her shoulder, smiling into her skin when it makes her shiver. 

“It’s your birthday, you’re not supposed to be doing the dishes,” he says, his hands on her hips as he turns her in his arms, “I’ll sort them later.”

She nods as she wraps her arms around his neck, her fingers trailing through his hair, “Thank you for everything today,” she says, smiling as thought of it all. Of the jewellery Aaron had bought her, a beautiful necklace with a Lily flower carved into the small disk pendant,  the line of cards on the mantel from the team. The glitter that she knew she’d be finding for months which had come loose from the handmade card that Jack had made, Haley’s neat writing on the inside. 

“You deserve it and more, sweetheart,” he says, leaning in to kiss her, his lips firm against hers. He presses his hand to her lower back to pull her closer. She hums as she pulls away and she rests her head on his shoulder, content to stand there with him. 

“Mom didn’t call,” she says, her cheeks pressing into his shirt, “I knew she wouldn’t, I asked her not to but…” 

It was a complicated feeling, a situation she knew her mother couldn’t win. If she’d contacted her she’d be going against what Emily had asked of her, but it was still her birthday. A big milestone that had gone unmarked. Their usual game of Elizabeth calling and pretending she didn’t know Emily was screening her call, only for Emily to return the call a few days later, nowhere to be found. 

“I know,” he says, kissing the top of her head, “It’s hard.”

“Yeah,” she replies, giving herself a moment before she clears her throat, wanting to only focus on the good today. All the ways she’d been shown that she was loved - everything she’d hoped for as she sat in her apartment in Detriot on her 30th birthday. She bites her lip as she pulls back to look at him, her eyes meeting his as she says what she’d been wanting to say all evening, forcing herself to wait until it was just the two of them, “I didn’t realise you remembered that moment on my 21st,” she says, pressing her lips together, “I…never wanted to bring it up in case you didn’t.” 

Aaron cups the back of her head, “Sweetheart, there is nothing on earth that would ever make me forget you,” he says, his fingers trailing through her hair, “Even then I was fascinated by you.” 

She blushes and bites the inside of her cheek, “Why did you never mention it?” 

“I didn’t think you remembered,” he says, and she raises an eyebrow at him, “I’m serious, I really thought you forgot. Then a few weeks ago when we went looking for that scotch for Dave, you picked up that bottle and said-”

“I drank this on my 21st.” 

He smiles as she finishes his sentence, “Yeah. And then I realised you remembered too.” 

She leans in to kiss him, her lips firm against his, and she loses herself in the feeling of him, of the way she was drowning in his affection. They eventually pull back, both breathless with swollen lips. She looks towards the diffraction of the stairs.

“How long do you think we have until Lily wakes up?”

He looks at his watch, “Maybe 20 minutes?”

She smiles devilishly at him and pulls away just enough to push herself onto the kitchen counter, “Then we’d better be quick.” 

She pulls him in by his shirt collar and kisses him again before he can complain, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist. 

He was going to clean the kitchen in the morning anyway, so she saw no harm in making it a little dirtier beforehand. 

-x-

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Protection

Written for Solomon’s Birthday 2022!

Word count: 477

Description: Why deal with your thoughts when you could throw yourself into work instead? At least, that's how Solomon deals with his feelings.

Can also be read on AO3 here!

Solomon keeps his hands busy and his mind busier. Magic is infinite and limitless, and even eternity hasn't satisfied his ambitions yet. There are too many things he wants to research, too much he wants to learn. Each success opens the way to new ideas; each failure still teaches him new lessons.

And it's a lot easier dreaming of new experiments than thinking about old ones.

His transgressions, his regrets, the prices he'd paid to achieve what he had -- they dangle at the edges of his thoughts, taunting him in his moments alone. So he doesn't leave himself with moments alone. He throws himself into another experiment, always working, always focused. It keeps the nagging whispers at the back of his mind, safely pushed away so he doesn't think about them too hard.

He examines the contents of the tube in his hand, swirling it to see how the properties of the crystal inside change as they make contact with the potion he'd poured inside. Purple edges slide to green, and pink bubbles push their way slowly up through the viscous liquid. Magic shimmers at his fingertips, pushing the liquid deeper into the crystal until the whole vial is filled with only rock and froth. Dumping the crystal out into his hand, it glows faintly with the same green glow, a color more grassy than eerie, and he can feel the lingering warmth of his magic against the sides.

Then, with a softly murmured incantation, it crumbles to pebbles in his palm. He pours the pieces into a small pouch, taking care not to spill a single one, and places that inside a small plush, in the shape of an adorable pink sheep that had reminded him of you.

It's the third protective charm he's put in it this week.

It hasn't escaped his notice how some of his pactmates -- not the ones he's befriended, like Asmodeus, but some of the others who still resent him, angrier demons like Berith and Zepar -- have been skulking around near you lately. He doesn't think they'll do anything to you, not really, not when you have pacts with seven of the most powerful demons in the realm yourself, and the support of the Devildom Prince to boot. But Zepar still holds a bitter grudge over the particular way Solomon obtained his pact, and well, he wouldn't put it past tricky devils to try to use you against him somehow.

A few more incantations, and the pouch of pebbles dissolves to fluff, indiscernible from the stuffing the toy already had. He'll give it to you next week -- it's cute and fluffy, and he's pretty sure you'll like it.

There's a knock at his door. "Solomon, I made you a sandwich! Remember to eat it, okay?" Simeon calls from outside.

He hardly even hears it. He's already working on the next one.

[kindahoping4forever]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

⭐👄⭐ Angie, thank you!

[satohqbanana]

Festival of Magic: Creative OCs and Comparing Abilities in Arcanium

Hello; this is my official "I'm back" post after a particularly busy season... So here's a short worldbuilding and lore drop.

So prior to her mini hiatus this month, Naveena has left me homework to celebrate something for her book, which is to share something about my OCs doing something creative. But I just discovered I almost never write about my OCs indulging in creative stuff other than a couple liners and Lyarshu and Rena establishing their little promise to each other. I also just discovered that I've given like almost no significant OC or blorbo of mine any actual creative hobbies or interests.

Except, of course, for Lyarshu playing the flute as a pasttime, Erudan occasionally showing some talent for the harp, and Rena being an all-around performer: singer, songwriter, dancer, actor, and tambourine player. Aside from being godslayers, they are sometimes a traveling troupe. (OG art by NavsNAces.)

So, instead of coming up this empty-handed for my homework, here's my comments on some of the forms of magic that Naveena has for TOV - based on my understanding of it - and how those abilities exist in Arcanium:

TOV mensus and dancers using magic for their performances - In Orbis, performance magic is considered a derivative of illusionary magic and is often used by singers, dancers, theater actors, and so as an accessory or decoration for their performance arts. It is also often done by stage crew rather than the actual performer, as doing so many things at once requires much concentration. Rena who is born an omnimagus first and a spiteful overachiever second is a master of doing both at the same time. (Disclaimer: song magic refers to something else entirely.)

TOV mental magic - Anything that relates to hypnosis and mind control over others is never magic-related in Orbis. Everyone owns their minds and thoughts; not even the most cunning deities can do anything about it but manipulate and lie their way into making others do their bidding. And use illusionary magic to add effect to their manipulations. We need more badass normal and nerfs here.

TOV arcanics opening portals to other worlds - Teleportation is thought of as part of the light/dark magic ring of elements (according to the Theory of Force Segregation), but only so few mages can actually do it. It's why the portal service in each town are hugely popular for travelers, merchants, and tourists. There are certain abilities that can only be used if there is a non-living physical conduit, such as crystals or staves.

TOV artists and creation magic - The Orbits have alchemy for creating stuff using magic. They also have the basic rings of magic which definitely "creates" elements, light, and shadow where they shouldn't be, scientifically speaking. However, only true immortals (a.k.a. deities) are allowed to create with magic. (In fact, mortals using magic is a relatively new concept to the world of Orbis. But that's a story for another day.)

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News:

Also here's a little announcement for you who made it to the end of the post. Arcanium's 3rd birthday is in a few weeks! (How do I know? Because its first official post is this art of the godslayer trio from January 2022!)

I would love to celebrate it with you by doing a big magic lore drop and a couple other fun stuff. 💗

[the-entity-down-the-street]

Y'know it's been a hot minute since I made a post about witchcraft on this blog, and a lot has changed since my beginnings back in 2019, so I think it's time to share some thoughts.

MY MAGIC AND AUTISM:

One of my discord friends was talking about possibly being an empath, and at first I didn't say anything, but eventually I decided it'd be better to inform them that a lot of the "empath/indigo child/sensitive" stuff is just spiritual talk for neurodivergency.

I'm autistic myself, finally got diagnosed in 2022 a few days before my 25th birthday. My mom told me that we were empaths when I was growing up, that we were sensitive to the feelings of other people, and that's why we both ended up shouldering other people's problems. She tried to teach me how "block" energies, but that never really worked for me. In part, this is because it was an abusive household and there was no escape from the negativity, but that's not the point I'm trying to make.

As it turns out, there is a way to block negative energy, and it's called setting healthy boundaries with the people around you. Y'know, talking with your friends, making it clear when you don't have the energy to listen to them vent. If you have good friends, they'll be happy to listen and respect your wishes. If you don't, well, I cast the spell of "bye."

Having access to therapy, learning interpersonal skills, and (eventually) going on antidepressants was more helpful for getting rid of negativity than any amount of purifying crystals/blocking techniques.

In fact, getting my mental health in check allowed me to *really* start my spiritual journey! Parsing out what was in my head and what was really, genuinely mystical was crucial for my craft. I could talk more clearly with my tarot cards, I was more in-tune with the messages the universe was sending me, and things in my life finally started moving forward.

This brings me back to the autism diagnosis. Having the language and clarification about how I experience the world really allowed me to flourish magically. You know why? Because through understanding how my autism influences my perception, I could find my strengths.

For example, I'm really good at picking out patterns, and I tend to make sense of life through the lens of storytelling, so I have a tendency to see thematic elements that carry through in my life. One of my dearest friends from college said that I did everything with a "narrative flair," and that's because of my ability to find narrative patterns.

This leads into how I picked up pop culture witchcraft. My strong attachments to my favorite stories, as well as my proclivity for picking up on themes, makes it the perfect avenue for performing witchcraft. Now I'm a fully confident witch with strong personal proof that magic is real.

Basically, what I'm saying is, despite the pervasive ableism that conflates neurodivergency with spirituality, there is a healthy way to have both simultaneously, by understanding how one influences the other. It can lead to a deeper understanding of yourself, as well as a deeper connection to the divine! Don't be afraid to be yourself, neurodivergent witches!

[remembertheplunge]

A day in the life

September 24, 2022 Saturday 9:40pm

Although I should have stayed home, cleaned and worked cases, the Ocean Goddess called and I had to answer.

I swam one half mile in Aquatic Park, at the behest of Ken, who rescued me the 2nd hypothermic shock incident that I had. For that, he said that I owe him a beer.

He said to eat oatmeal and to dink warm tea pre swim for fuel.

He also said to swim to the flag once, and then to get out of the water and see how you feel.

Hypothermia is insidious. Euphoria proceeds the crash.

Another man said to touch finger to thumb while swimming. If you can do that, you don’t have hypothermia. Hypothermia is called the claw.

Another Dolphin Club member said that my ‘Ken” episode (Second session of hypothermic shock) was posted on line as a warning on the Dolphin Club Website. My name was not mentioned.

Spent the day in part in 1988.  (Journal review)

I came out in the Modesto Gay Bars in June. A boyfriend from Mendecino was with me.

I had forgotten all that.

And, the circle Sparkler dance we did around John Hickman on his 31st and last birthday.

Naked bicyclists were just past Jefferson turnout near the Dolphine club as I returned to my car to get my swim suit today.

Aquatic Park. I Loved it!

Later, some of them were near the Twin Peaks Bar on the Castro with nothing on!

Four guys walking up Market Street to the Twin Peaks called it “the crystal coffin” which they said that the Peaks deserved.

End of entry

Note:

This entry is a “day in the life’ entry.

I’m a member of the Dolphin Club in San Fransisco. The Dolphin Club is located on Jefferson Street. It is an ocean swimming and rowing club.

Hypothermic shock occurs when , due to over exposure to cold water, your core body temperature drops below 95 degrees. Your hands can freeze in a claw position. Your heart slows and can stop. You can die. 

Aquatic Park is a small bay Across the street from Ghirardelli’s in San Francisco, Ca. There are a series of buoys across the bay. The last one has a flag. The Dolphin Club sits at the western end of the bay. A swim from the club beach to the flag and back is about one half mile.

John Hickman was a gay man that I met through Aids support Hand to Hand in Sacramento. John had Aids and eventually died of it. Most likely a group of we Hand to Hand volunteers did a circle dance around him with sparklers on his last birthday.

Before Aids, John had been an extremely good looking man. He was from Michigan.

The Twin Peaks is a bar at Market and Castro Streets in San Fransisco. It’s where I met my partner Jim in 1997. Older gay men tend to be the main clientele, thus the nick name “crystal coffin."

My Mendocino boyfriend was a little older than me and lived in Mendocino. I drove up there and stayed with him one time. He apparently came to see me in Modesto and we went out to the bars in 1988. I haven’t heard from him in decades.

[smolapricot]

Happy birthday to me. 🎂

drawings from previous years

I don't know if I'm better, smarter or more beautiful than before. The drawing from last year (2022) looks better than the one for my 17th birthday.

I hope that I will continue to grow in my drawing skills and that I will not stop studying geology and crystal chemistry. I hope you will stay with me.

Have a nice day and happy new year!

[orangecatty-shiningnikki]

【 Shining Nikki TW+CN 】 Nikki’s Birthday 2022 ~ Part 1

【 Shining Nikki TW+CN 】 Nikki’s Birthday 2022 ~ Part 1

Every first snow that arrives as promised holds unforgettable memories.

The crystal snowflakes turned into layered skirts, starting the next magnificent journey.

First Snow Dream , birthday welfare event is available for a limited time.

Suit Display ::

Original :: Listening to First Snow (初雪聆愿)

Recolor :: Dream Trip of First Snow (初雪梦旅)

Collection :: Federal Style

Designer :: Nikki ( 暖暖 )

Rarity :: SSR

Attribute :: Sweet

Date :: 05—14/12/2022

Type :: Welfare ( Event & Free )

Join in the [Chuxue Dream Journey] event, and you can get a sweet suit designed by Nikki.

❄️🌨 Design Concept 🌨❄️

First Snow has a very special meaning to Nikki.,

It is the warmth and touch of wish fulfillment on the fourth birthday;

It was also the moment when she quietly made a promise with the world.

Later, First Snow had another reason to look forward to,

She looks forward to making a new birthday wish with you in the most gentle and romantic first snow.