#damn what other tags did i use

[abyssalmermaiden]

"I pity you. You just don't get it at all. There's not a thing I don't cherish!"

[bebrave-live]

The MCU and television shows

[chanelle-lize]

I used to have a really hard time bringing up the fact that I graduated from high school a year late without feeling the need to explain why and insisting that it wasn't my fault while simultaneously kicking myself for how much I sounded like I was just making excuses for something I should take responsibility for.

Then I watched Dimension 20's "The Seven" and suddenly I could simply say that I was a super senior.

The first time I heard the phrase "super senior" was in reference to Antiope Jones, a Black girl who had been held back a year after getting kidnapped and imprisoned by members of a fundamentalist cult, and like, girl, same.

So, since then, instead of anxiously spinning out any time I tried to tell a personal high school anecdote, I could just say I was a super senior, and then my brain would auto complete that statement with "like Antiope Jones" and I'd feel good about myself because Antiope Jones Is That Bitch.

That's what the problem had been the whole time. I wasn't worried about how other people would perceive me; I had been struggling with how I perceived myself.

Thanks, Aabria.

[candycryptids]

How can you not love their cute wittle cuddly faces ;-; anyways, for maps last Friday night, to match my outfit (as a delivery moogle! Kupo!) I took the plunge and made this- very cute, very silly !

Carboogles. Or Mogbuncles? TLDR they have wings and a mogpom. Works with texture and vfx edits! Replaces the Carbuncle models. Have fun! Download available here -> [XMA]

[council-of-beetroot]

There's something about say doing a whole bunch of laundry or hand washing all your dishes after cooking a large meal when you're twenty that brings me this strange childlike joy and sense of accomplishment when I do it

It's like sure, I did this stuff prior to adulthood, but that was out of obedience to my mother. Now I am an adult living on my own and now I am doing these things because I have to for me and only me and have to willingly choose to do them

And it's like wow I did it I'm so grown up!

[cuteniaarts]

Me, six-ish hours ago: Yeah, I had the idea for an Avatar Suiren AU pretty much as long as Suiren herself existed, but idk if I'm ever gonna develop it, it's really hard to upkeep interest for it on my own...

Me, as soon as the concept of Suiren and Vaatu bullying Raava together popped into my head while I was typing out that long ass post: Fuck it, new strain of brain fungus acquired–

(Also yeah traditional art being posted for the first time since... 2020, probably. Don't have the spoons to transfer this to digital rn, maybe I will at some point and I'll do a fuckass Spirit World background or smth. We'll see)

First time drawing Vaatu so don't make fun of me, but honestly he's such a funky little guy and rather fun to draw. You just get that main shape down and then go nuts with the frills :) But also, credit where credit is due, scrolling through the Vaatu tag on @shadelorde’s blog really helped, so thank you for that 😊 And I really had no idea what to do with Suiren’s design here, I think I’ve used up all my character design juices on the nine previous iterations of her that exist, so for now she’s in a random dress with her hair down. I’ll probably alter it if I ever do a proper design for her in this verse

[valvesoftware]

breakups are so fucking weird. three years and just like that it's gone. huh

[hauntingblue]

WE STILL GOT ARCANEEEEE

[ssruis]

THE EMU 5 LEAKS THE CARDSSS

[princekirijo]

Even if you don't plan on stay around it's good to see you're doing ok, I was worried

It is GOOD to see you too man I'm sorry for worrying u 🙏 I missed y'all fr

[bonyato]

i always get majorly bummed out when I take notice that the op of a post is now deactivated as I look thru a fandom tag. ppl are allowed to do whatever they want ofc it's literally not my business but like Man🐴

[televinita]

Me: Off I go! To Christmas-shop and buy all the presents for people who are NOT me and who mostly do not want books!

Me coming home 5 hours later with a stack of twelve books in my arms: now how did this happen

[shvr]

age 23 ego death real

[salemwasnteverhere]

How Sylus fucks you when he overstimulates you

A/N: I couldn't resist turning a cold mean man into a slight softie for us :'). If you prefer colder/meaner Sylus then please ignore this post and block me! <3

Tags: Stylus x Reader, reader is not Mc, Fem!Reader, creampie, clit rubbing, praise, use of "sweetie", slight dumbification, sloppy kisses, overstim, slight belly bulge

It was rare for Sylus to be very gentle in bed. Not saying he was aggressive and manhandled you every time, but he wasn't exactly mother Theresa. He usually had a bruising grip on your hips while pounding into you, one hand making it's way to your face, forcing you to watch his face or watch as his cock slid into you.

But then there were the nights where you begged for more, your eyes teary and hips bucking up to antagonize him. He'd give you what you want, slamming his hips back into yours until you fell apart on his cock and your mind practically snapped. He'd be gentle if you asked any night, but it was when you couldn't ask that he did it unprompted.

"There we go, sweetie." He pulled your body against his chest, hand rubbing your back as his thrusts slowed down and he fucked his cum deeper in. He came three times already, his cum dripping down the base of his cock after it leaked from your cunt.

His right hand slid up your back and he rubbed your hair, kissing your head. "A-ah...Sylus..." You buried your face in his chest, legs wrapping around his waist. He groaned slightly when your nails weakly dug into his back, hitting the scratch marks you left the night prior.

"So needy.." he rolled his hips up into you, smirking at your gasp. His cock hit all the right spots like it was made for you. He sped up slightly, watching as your hips bounced up slightly.

You lean back slightly, putting a little space between your chests. "So hot..." Your voice came out as a small whine, your body slick with sweat. Sylus held onto your waist with one hand as the other slid down from your neck, cupping a breast.

Sylus leaned in and blew cold air onto your neck, making you shiver. He smirked and kissed your neck softly, licking the slick skin. His hips moved slightly faster, his skin slapping against yours.

"Fuck...oh God.." you cry out slightly as he pressed your back against the bed, his hand on your waist holding onto the headboard. "Damn it.." he huffed slightly when you squeezed around him, his eyebrows knitting down.

He bottomed out and went all the way to the hilt, his tip kissing your cervix. You cry out and turn your head to the side, clawing at a pillow. His balls slapped against your ass with each thrust, the sound mixed in with the already lewd noises of your moans and wet slapping.

You desperately slid your hand down to rub your neglected clit, which earned Sylus slapping your hand away. He pressed his thumb to your clit and rubbed it weakly, his gentle touch making you yearn for more.

"Sylus-"

"You can handle it."

He rubbed harder and your toes curled. Your head fell back and a silent scream left you as you came. Sylus groaned when you squirt on his cock, hips squirming like crazy. He grabbed your hips and forced you as close as possible when he came. His balls tightened and you felt his seed pump into you for the third time that night, making your stomach bulge ever so slightly.

A minute later he pulled out with a wet 'shulp', his cock limp and covered with cum and slick. Your eyes were barely open and your whole body trembled. Sylus picked you up and cradled you to his chest, walking over to the large couch in his room.

"You got the bed dirty. Not like I mind. But I need to fix it first." He sat you down on the couch and covered you up with his coat, smiling when you curled up under it. He kissed your head and put on a robe.

You fell asleep before he could even start.

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Requests are open! :3

[blueivyy99]

Calm and Serenity (Part 2)

Sylus x Non!Mc

summary: you didn't know what sylus saw in you. he said you were calm, quiet and serene and that's what he needs. you believed it. he showed it. not until little miss hunter came. she's everything you're not. news that she's in danger can make the ever so calm sylus to run and leave everything behind. it made you think, would he do that for you as well?

tags: angst, romance, hurt and comfort, confused sylus, non-mc reader (this is it for now)

note: thank you for the love in the previous chapter 🥹

Series Masterlist

It's been a month or two since the last time you've been with Sylus. It saddens you that the time you get to spend together is cut short, only seeing each other at night when he pleases to have dinner or greet you goodnight.

You asked Luke and Kieran about what's happening, but they don't know either. They just know it has something to do with Miss Hunter, about Aether Core, about something that you have very little knowledge about. You mentally noted to search about it later.

“He is very grumpy lately,” Luke said, "He was glaring at us like he wants to skin us alive whenever me and my twin are being a little louder than normal.”

"The only one safe from his anger is Miss Hunter,” Kieran added. "I don't appreciate that Boss is playing favorites in our team.”

You tried not to let out a shaky breath. Luke noticed and he had to elbow Kieran to make him shut up.

"Sorry, Y/N.”

You gave him a small smile. "It's okay. I'll try and catch Sylus one of these days. I'll talk to him.”

The twins scurry away while arguing. They think they offended you and they are passing on the blame with each other.

On normal days, it's not easy to get you offended but lately, every little thing just makes you … sensitive.

Maybe it started when you wanted that crow brooch that is neatly placed on Sylus's table …

When you asked him for it he just said, “It's for Miss Hunter,"

He took it from your hand. Albeit gently, it still weighed heavy in your heart.

You know you don't always get your way but with the little seeds of jealousy slowly growing in your heart, it's easy to feel hurt and feel neglected.

You just wanted that damn brooch and you know that he can buy another piece. Or even make you a custom-made one, one that is more inclined on your taste.

You took a deep breath.

Sylus is stressed. You know that and it's not right to add more to his burden. It's just a brooch after all.

“I-I didn't know, but when you have the time to grab one, remember me, okay?” you said.

"Next time, sweetie.” He replied and quickly went back to reading reports.

You don't know if he took your words seriously, but you have enough faith in him to trust that he did.

Or maybe the disappointment started when you wanted to go to Linkon.

There's a newly opened arcade shop that you're really itching to go.

Normally, Sylus would agree and watch you play. He's not the best when it comes to the claw machine, anyway.

So imagine your surprise when he rejected your offer. Not only that, the answer that followed chipped away at your heart little by little.

“Me and Miss Hunter already went there. It's not as fun as the other ones you've tried. You're just gonna waste your time there. Not even new plushies,” he even had the audacity to roll his eyes at that.

It seemed like he didn't think before speaking or he didn't see anything wrong with what he said.

Truthfully, there is none. The logical part of you knows he didn't say anything wrong. But for fuck's sake! Really telling your girlfriend that you went to the arcade with another woman? That's new. That's not something she expected of Sylus.

“You went with her?" you asked. You're anticipating his answer. Praying it's something logical. Something acceptable.

Please tell me it has something to do with those missions.

He looked at you, trying to see what's in your mind but you didn't show anything. Blocking any negative emotions from seeping on the cracks of your face. You tried to look as curious and as genuine as you can be.

Thankfully, he believed that.

“Yes. We went there after getting some intel around the area. She dragged me inside and she played until her heart's content. I remembered she went home with that crow plushie with a bib. She looked happy,"

You almost wanted to scoff at his face. You wanted that plushe as well, he seemed to forget about that. If it's only about the plushie maybe you can push down these negative feelings but here he is looking so endeared while saying that. As if he's not talking to his girlfriend.

Patience. Patience.

“I see. Good for her.” you said. "I also want that crow stuffed toy. Good thing to know they have them."

You tried giving him a hint. It's not like you to make anyone guess what's on your mind.

But then there's silence. And a beep on his phone. He tore his gaze away from you and your statement long forgotten.

At that point, you're holding yourself together trying not to scream and yell at him.

Maybe that's where it started. Maybe it's when you know that the distractions were not just caused by the missions but by Miss Hunter herself.

==

You sighed. It's evening and Sylus is still nowhere to be found. You texted him but you're met with silence. You wanted to call, but you hesitated. It feels like you don't have the right to do it.

Worry starts gnawing at you when Luke and Kieran hurriedly go out. They didn't even have the chance to say a proper goodbye.

Minutes kept ticking, and you heard it.

Explosions.

Your heart stopped and you wanted to run to where it was because something tells you that Sylus is there. He's in danger.

But before you can even step out of the base, Sylus's men stopped you.

“Boss’s orders to not let the Madame go out when the mission is in full swing. Please wait for him here."

You wanted to pull your hair out. You're trembling with worry but anywhere you go, someone will stop you. You can't even sneak out because that will surely trigger the alarms.

With a heavy heart you slumped on the couch.

“Fucking hell, Sylus what is happening when are you coming home!” you muttered to yourself.

You kept pacing and pacing every second seemed to last a lifetime.

Until the door opened.

And there he was, shirt torn, hair deshiveled and a few scratches on his body.

"Thank God you're alive!” you exclaimed and caught his heavy body before he lost consciousness.

"Sylus? Sylus!” you tried shaking him, but he won't wake up.

You settled him on the couch and grabbed the nearest first aid kit you can reach. Sylus might have the fastest regeneration in the world but it won't ease your worries about the small cuts that still remains on his body.

You tried suppressing your tears seeing him like this but you just can't. As you press the cotton on his cuts, you can't help but open your mouth and nag him about being careless.

“I know you think that this body is invincible, but please be careful! You need to come home to me. You have to come home to me. No matter how I'm annoyed at you right now, you don't have the rights to make me worry like this.”

“What's so important in that mission that you exhaust yourself like this? What's so important about Miss Hunter that you're willing to do such great lengths?"

You know that he can't hear you, but still you talked to him until you calmed down and ask his men to help you settle him in bed after changing him. You called the physician to check him up for anything. You kept yourself busy to shrugg of the nerves but those questions still linger in your head.

Sylus is a strategist even though he looks smug and arrogant. He carefully plans everything and tries to move in quiet only letting the results speak for themselves.

But this? This is not the usual.

Explosions everywhere and declaring a full on war with his enemies is not his style. You know that there's nothing really beneficial for him in this deal with Miss Hunter.

You managed to understand a bit about what their goals are. Getting that Aether core for Miss Hunter.

Tough mission, yes. But Sylus won't grab it if he won't benefit from it. And that's what you're left puzzled with. Sylus is a businessman, everything should be give and take.

So? What's in it for him?

==

You didn't expect the answer to voluntarily come to you. You went to his study to look for something or anything that you can help him with now that he's still unconscious when you stumbled upon a journal.

You thought it was not Sylus's. You never see him as someone who will write down his thoughts but you were dead wrong.

You opened it expecting it to be a list of things related to Onychinus, but you were greeted with phrases, sentences and some sketches about Miss Hunter.

You read each of them, it was a jumble of words. You almost thought it was a fairytale.

Past lives.

Dragon and Sorceress.

Kindred Spirits.

Energy Linkage.

Sweet Evil Trap.

All of it is too much. Too much for your poor little heart to take. And from what you understood, Miss Hunter is from his past. Someone who has a part of his soul.

Someone he waits for.

And the bitter realization although still unfounded, you concluded that maybe she's someone he still loves.

But what about you? What's your place in the grand scheme of things?

“I’m keeping you around because you’re still useful.”

Those lines ring in your ears. Sylus always say that to everyone but you. You thought that maybe you are an exception. That you're not someone disposable to him because you matter.

And as you soak up all the information that you knew, you started to doubt yourself as well.

note: aaackkk thank u for reading lemme know your thoughts! Part 3 soonest!

[dearlenore]

“SHES THE BOSS” • S.REID

SUMMARY: the team is stunned when their boy genius accidentally reveals that he’s dating a woman with a child while discussing an unsub, leaving them reeling from the unexpected revelation.

PAIRING: mom!reader x stepdad!spencer.

TAGS: reader is hyper feminine, season10!spencer, reader wears makeup, three uses of y/n, heavy flirting, mentions of adoption, use of my love, angel and spence

a/n ; incredibly rushed + editor is occupied for the foreseeable future</3

w/c ; 1.1k

THE PLANE WAS quiet, save for the hum of the engine and the occasional rustle of pages as Spencer flipped through his book. JJ was dozing, her breathing steady, while the rest of the team sat in various states of exhaustion. It was early—earlier than usual for their departures—but the case had allowed them the rare opportunity to leave after sunrise.

Morgan was the first to break the silence, shifting in his seat as he answered his phone.

“Morning, Baby Girl,” he murmured, rubbing a hand over his face.

“I’ll show you a good morning, hot stuff,” Penelope teased. “Listen, I’ve got urgent business.

Hotch, barely awake, sighed as he opened his laptop. “What is it?”

“This is a non-negotiable situation,” Penelope declared. “One of the most pressing cases you will ever face as a team.”

The atmosphere immediately changed. The team straightened, their exhaustion pushed aside.

“What happened?” Emily asked.

“What are we walking into?” Rossi added, already reaching for his coffee.

Penelope grinned. “A party.”

JJ blinked awake. “What?”

“A party,” Penelope repeated, voice smug. “For your pregnancy. You didn’t think you were getting out of that, did you?”

JJ groaned, rubbing her face. “Garcia, that is not urgent.

“Oh, but it is. It’s a team event, which means no skipping, no backing out, and definitely no working through it. This is happening.”

Morgan chuckled. “Well, if it’s an order…”

“Damn right it is.”

Spencer, still reading, murmured absentmindedly, “I’ll have to make sure we don’t have plans, but I think it should be fine. She’s the boss.”

The words were casual, almost an afterthought.

Emily frowned. “We?”

Rossi raised a brow. “She?”

Spencer barely looked up. “Yeah.”

A beat of silence.

JJ, now more awake, tilted her head. “Who’s we?”

Spencer blinked, realizing too late what he’d said. He hesitated, then attempted a nonchalant response. “Uh—just, you know. Home plans.”

Morgan narrowed his eyes. “Home. As in… your home?”

Rossi leaned forward. “Reid, you live alone.”

Spencer shifted slightly in his seat. “Well, technically, I—”

Morgan’s eyes widened. “Wait. Are you saying—”

“I just meant I’d have to check with my girlfriend,” Spencer said quickly, then paused before sighing. “And, um, her daughter.”

Silence.

Emily’s eyes darted between the others, processing. JJ’s brows raised. Rossi’s expression turned amused.

Morgan slowly grinned. “Oh, now this is interesting.”

Penelope gasped. “Wait just a minute. Spencer Reid, you have a girlfriend? And there’s a child in the mix?”

Spencer exhaled, already regretting his choice of words. “It’s not— I mean, yes, but—”a

“Oh no, no, no,” Emily said, smirking. “You’re not talking your way out of this.”

JJ grinned. “How long were you planning on keeping that secret?”

“I wasn’t— It just didn’t seem relevant,” Spencer muttered, rubbing his temple.

Morgan chuckled. “Oh, it’s very relevant. And we’re definitely talking about this.”

And just like that, JJ’s party was no longer the main event.

“Is she coming?” Derek asked, spinning around in his chair to face Spencer.

Spencer glanced at his watch, a small smile playing at his lips. “Three… two… one.”

Right on cue, the distant ding of the elevator echoed through the bullpen. A second later, the glass doors swung open, and before anyone could react, a small figure bolted into the room.

Spencer’s face lit up as the young girl ran straight into his arms, giggling as he lifted her effortlessly. The resemblance was uncanny—messy brown curls framed her small face, her expressive eyes mirroring his own. Even her outfit bore a striking resemblance to his: a crisp white sweater, a plaid skirt, and well-worn Converse.

“Hey, Nani!” Spencer twirled her around, his usual reserved demeanor melting into something soft and undeniably affectionate.

Meanwhile, the team was still processing what they were seeing.

“Am I hallucinating, or does she literally look just like him?” Emily whispered to JJ.

“You’re not hallucinating,” JJ muttered back, equally stunned.

Before anyone could voice their confusion, another figure stepped into the bullpen with effortless confidence.

You.

The contrast between you and Spencer was almost jarring—you, with your sleek, put-together appearance, exuding elegance in a fitted black blouse, tailored khaki pants, and designer heels that complemented the luxury purse resting on your arm. Your hair was styled to perfection, makeup subtle but undeniably polished. You carried yourself with an ease that immediately commanded attention.

Spencer pressed a quick kiss to your forehead before setting Nani down, his hand resting at the small of your back. “I’m glad you’re back in one piece, my love.”

“As always angel” He smiled.

You smiled warmly, extending a hand toward his coworkers, who were all still frozen in shock. “Y/N. Hi. It’s so nice to meet you all.”

Silence.

Emily blinked. “Okay, someone needs to start talking because I feel like I missed about a hundred chapters.”

Morgan crossed his arms, looking between Spencer, you, and the little girl now clinging to his leg. “Yeah, kid. You wanna explain, or should we just keep making our own theories?”

Spencer cleared his throat, glancing at you as if asking permission. You only smirked, clearly amused by the reactions.

“Well…” Spencer started awkwardly. “Everyone… this is Y/N. My girlfriend.”

“And the mini you?” Rossi gestured toward Nani, eyebrow raised.

Spencer sighed, a small, knowing smile tugging at his lips. “And this is Nani. Y/N’s daughter

JJ’s eyes widened. “Wait. You’re dating someone with a kid?”

“And apparently co-parenting?” Emily added, still trying to wrap her head around it.

Morgan let out a low whistle, shaking his head. “Damn, pretty boy. You really kept this one under wraps.”

You chuckled, squeezing Spencer’s hand reassuringly. “To be fair, I was begging to meet you guys.”

Garcia’s voice suddenly echoed from behind them, her jaw practically on the floor. “Hold up. Did no one think to tell me that our resident genius has a whole family now?”

Spencer groaned, rubbing his temple. “I wouldn’t say—“

“Uh-uh, no backtracking,” Morgan cut in. “This is huge. And you just casually count down like this is some normal Tuesday?”

Spencer looked at you again, this time with a slightly pleading expression. You laughed softly before turning back to the team. “Long story short? We’ve been together for a while, and yes, Nani’s mine, adopted. And Spencer’s been amazing with her.”

Nani grinned up at Spencer before looking at the group. “He helps me with my math homework. And he reads me bedtime stories.” She spoke with a polished accent.

JJ clasped a hand over her heart. “Okay, that’s adorable.”

Emily shook her head in disbelief, still processing. “I just… I need a minute.”

Rossi chuckled, patting Spencer on the back. “Well, kid, looks like you finally managed to surprise us.”

Spencer sighed, resigning himself to the inevitable teasing. “Yeah, yeah. Let’s get it over with.”

Morgan smirked. “Oh, don’t worry. We’re just getting started.”

And with that, the interrogation began.