#digi case

[inclementish]

vanitas, from the case study of

[digiditto]

my eyes snap open. I SHOULD WRITE CREATION/CREATOR YURI

[moldieecheese]

hate to barge in like this but i keep seeing yalls posts on my timeline wtf is a fushigi ball😪

well my good friend I'm so glad u asked 😼

For the fushigi ball happens to be a spherical orb of the grey kind that often appears to defy gravity ☝🏼

Due to the magnificent nature of this being, we have decided to form an organization surrounding this metallic man made structure

One that u should totally join bc we do everything fushigi and what's not to love but the great fushigi ball?

[digirainebow]

there is something so heartbreaking about liking a small artist who one day up and deletes their old content. i know this is common because they think its not popular enough or it doesnt represent them as an artist anymore but there are at least 3 albums i listened to constantly with warmth in my heart that i will never be able to hear again. theyve been completely scrubbed from the internet legally and theres no fans who had the foresight to pirate it. i wonder if the other 5 listeners ache as much as i do about it. i wonder if the musicians think the 5 of us would be this hurt about it. i wonder if we will be stuck in this space of wanting to tell them it mattered but fearing the regret they might experience if they knew until we forget the lyrics and melody entirely.

[digitalgate02]

This Year's 8/1 is a Tuesday.

So... I think we should bring Daisuke Tuesday back ;o;

[purpleexpertduck]

[yatiso]

finding a 1080 bluray rip for one of your favorite movies but and it has a commentary audio file + eng subs already..... but it has 4 seeders and is over 5 gigabytes....

[littlexdeaths]

mile high club - s.r.

spencer reid x bau fem reader

18+ ONLY MDNI

warnings: secret relationship, public sex, soft dom spencer, very jealous reader, doctor kink, praise kink, unprotected piv sex, cream pie

a/n: this is based on a request i had gotten a while back on my old account for spencer. plane sex is one of my favorite scenarios with him so i hope you enjoy. also please go easy on me, it’s been a WHILE since i’ve written for our little genius. xx

word count: 2.2k

“Shh, love. We wouldn’t want the others to hear you, now would we?”

His lips brush against your ear as his hand reaches up to cover your mouth, the other slipping further into your panties. Your breath hitches as he slides another finger inside your entrance, letting your body mold against his in the small space.

Out of all the places he could’ve done this— you never expected the jet bathroom.

But even Dr. Spencer ‘kissing is more sanitary than shaking hands’ Reid could only resist your teasing for so long.

It had started earlier that morning while you were still at the precinct. Subtle brushes of your fingertips against his back as he worked on his geological profile, his eyes continuously finding yours through the plexiglass screen. You found any opportunity to invade his space, your perfume overwhelming his senses. But that wasn’t enough for you.

Once the rest of the team had left to chase down a possible lead, you made your move. Purposefully leaning over the desk across from him as he went through the case file again. Your eyes sparkled in amusement as his adam’s apple bobbed, hazel eyes locked on where your blouse was undone. The lace of your push up bra just barely peeking out.

You were driving him insane.

But this was your way of getting him back, after having to watch the lead detective on this case blatantly flirt with him. She batted her doe eyes at him, volunteered to help him any chance she could. It was embarrassing really, how much she threw herself at him. But you couldn’t help but feel that surge of jealousy clawing at your throat.

Because to anyone else, he was free game.

You had been sneaking around together for well over a month, after a mishap on a previous case. The hotel had mistakenly booked you a single bed room, and there were no other rooms available. And none of your team was willing to switch. “He snores too much,�� Morgan had all but insisted.

While Spencer was adamant he would sleep on the floor, or the chair in the corner, you wouldn’t allow it.

After two nights of unbearable sexual tension it was him who finally snapped, after you crawled into bed in a pair of sleep shorts that barely covered your ass. His body melted into yours as he kissed you, effectively stealing the air from your lungs. He rolled your body beneath him, your fingers lacing together as he buried himself inside you.

The chemistry between you was always there, but neither of you were quite willing to cross that line of professionalism and friendship until that night. But now that you had a taste of him, you were downright insatiable.

You could barely keep your hands off of each other, in private and in public. Which for someone as non touchy as Spencer Reid… people quickly began to notice. Regardless, you both tried to keep it a secret from your team, knowing agents in the same unit weren't allowed to fraternize.

But that didn’t stop you from pulling him into an empty office for a quickie at Quantico, or him sneaking into your hotel room while on a case. Your relationship was becoming harder and harder to hide from everyone, but this might have been your final straw.

The case had wrapped up later that evening, the unsub was caught and you were beyond relieved when you left the station and that detective behind. But that relief soon bleed into irritation as Morgan plopped down across from you and Spencer on the jet. A megawatt smile was stretched across his face as he slid one earbud out of his ear.

“So kid, heard you landed Detective Reynold’s digits,” he chuckles.

Spencer can feel the way you tense up, but you keep your gaze focused on the case file in front of you. Feigning disinterest in their conversation, but your boyfriend knows better.

“Uh, I did. But I politely declined.”

Derek’s scoff has you nearly rolling your eyes, gripping your pen tighter in between your fingers as you tap it on the table.

“Now why is that, pretty boy? Got some secret girlfriend that we don’t know about?”

Spencer groans, running a hand through his tousled hair. What you don’t notice is the way Derek eyes the two of you suspiciously.

“No— she’s just not my type,” he sighs.

“A beautiful woman isn’t your type?”

You pinch the bridge of your nose, closing the case file with a little more force than necessary. Both males turn to look at you now, unable to hide your irritation anymore.

“I have a killer migraine so if the two of you could shut it for the next hour that would be wonderful,” you huff.

Before either of them have time to reply you lean your head back against the seat and close your eyes. Finding yourself holding back a grin as Emily echoes your sentiment. The jet settles into a comfortable silence then, the lights dimming in the cabin.

When you dare to peek your eyes open Morgan has already moved back to his original seat, leaving you and Spencer alone again. You had felt his eyes on you long before you met his gaze, his dark hues boring into yours with an intensity that has your stomach fluttering.

“Stop looking at me like that,” you whisper under your breath, letting your eyes drop to your lap.

“Like what?” He answers tensely.

“You know what, Spence.”

You shift in your chair, thighs pressing together as you cross your legs. Now was not the time. Not in the jet with your nosy coworkers surrounding you. As much as you’d love to climb into his lap and muss up his hair more, that would be far too risky.

So you both remained silent for a while, but the air between you was taut with tension. Just waiting for one of you to break it, but you refused to let it be you. As much as you reassured yourself that Spencer rejected that woman’s advances, it was still hard for you to watch.

Spencer must have seen that flash of hurt pass over your features, and he is unable to hold back anymore as he leans further into your space.

“Bathroom,” you feel his lips at your ear then, a shiver passing through you as he speaks. “Right now.”

From the authoritative lithe in his tone you know not to disobey him, carefully rising from your seat to head to the small bathroom. The rest of your team look as though they are asleep when you pass them, a sense of relief floods as you gently shut the door behind you.

You lean your palms against the countertop, glancing at yourself in the mirror. It’s a few minutes before you hear the door click open, and your eyes fall as you feel the heat of his body behind yours.

You both don’t utter a word as he cages you in, his forearms grazing your own. The veins in his hands protrude as he grips the edge of the counter and his chin rests on your shoulder.

“So,” he hums, his breath tickling your neck. “Someone’s feeling a little jealous?”

You scoff, finally meeting his brooding gaze in the reflection of the mirror.

“I am not jealous.”

Spencer just chuckles, one of his large hands splaying over the curve of your hip.

“You sound a little defensive, agent. You wouldn’t be lying to me now, would you?”

The dark edge to his voice has your body tingling and your heart hammering against your ribs.

“N-No.”

He tsks softly, his hands wandering toward the edge of your pencil skirt.

“And to think, I was going to reward you, despite your incessant teasing earlier.”

The feeling of his rough palm on the inside of your thigh breaks your resolve, body melting against him as you whine.

“No, Spence— please.”

He grips the hem of your skirt, slowly hitching it up your thighs.

“You know that’s not my name, angel,” he taunts as his teeth graze over your earlobe.

“Please, Doctor.”

You quickly correct yourself, which earns you a deep groan, “Good girl.”

Spencer wastes no time in tugging your skirt the rest of the way up your legs. His large hand cupping your cunt through the soaked lace of your panties. He presses the heel of his palm against your clit, quickly shushing you as you mewl pathetically in response.

But once his fingers have slipped past the lace and are buried to the hilt inside you, you are unable to hold back your pleasured whimpers. His other hand quickly moves to cover your mouth, but his hushed words only aid in turning you on more.

The thought of one of your colleagues catching you both in this position sends an excited jolt through your body, your walls tightening harder around his dexterous fingers. Spencer groans at the sensation, letting his thumb brush over your swollen clit.

“Oh, you’d like that wouldn’t you?” He chuckles, “You want them to hear us?”

You nod your head, grinding your hips back against his to feel his hardened length straining against the fabric of his slacks. Spencer curses under his breath, meeting your half lidded gaze in the reflection before he’s yanking your panties down your thighs.

He removes his hand from your mouth and the clink of his belt sends another rush of heat through you. Spencer eagerly guides your legs apart, before bending you over the sink.

“Then let them,” he mutters as he guides the tip of his cock through your drenched folds, and sinks into your warm heat with a strangled grunt.

A gasp leaves your own as he bottoms out completely, your head lolling forward at the sheer fullness. But your boyfriend doesn’t let that slide for long as his strong hand coaxes your chin up to meet his hazel eyes in the mirror.

“Eyes on me.” Spencer instructs, guiding his hips back and plunging them forward.

His thrusts are fast and sharp, nearly knocking the wind out of you from his urgency. You grip the counter harshly, willing your eyes not to roll in the back of your head as you whimper. Spencer’s lips are back at your ear again, his ever darkening hues never once stray from your own.

“Look how pretty you are, baby… how well you take me,” he groans, gripping your hips tighter.

You’re far too gone to answer him, managing a small whine as you angle your hips back to take him even deeper. His hand drifts lower, over the bunched fabric of your skirt to circle over your clit. Soft mewls continue to spill past your lips as he buries himself inside you, hurtling you faster towards that precipice.

“As if I could ever want anyone else.”

That admission is spoken under his breath and although Spencer didn’t intend for you to hear it, you certainly did. But those words are your undoing, your body trembling in his strong hands as you lose yourself in him. The feeling of your cunt fluttering around him breaks what is left of his composure, spilling into you as you cry out his name.

You both are silent as you come back down to earth, only the sounds of your heavy breathing filling the small space. His hands are gentle as he pulls you further into his chest, his lips pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

“Feeling better?”

You giggle softly, “Much.”

You catch a glimpse of his smirk in the mirror as he slips out of you to tuck himself back into his slacks. The brunette quickly drops to his knees before you have a chance to protest, letting his fingertips glide along your skin. Spencer smiles sheepishly as he guides your panties back up your legs, peppering gentle kisses along your inner thighs.

You can feel his cum beginning to soak into the already damp fabric as he helps you adjust your skirt, pressing one last kiss to your clothed hip before he rises to his feet.

“Think you can manage getting back to your seat without my help?” He teases, clearly noticing the way your legs were still shaking as he helped you re-dress.

“I can manage fine, Doctor Reid.”

You can see the flash in his eyes when you call him by his title again, a wicked smile on your lips when you lean up to press a chaste kiss to his cheek.

You exit the bathroom without another word, getting comfortable in your seat. It’s a few minutes later before Spencer returns to his seat beside you, in an attempt to not raise any suspicion. The seatbelt sign clicks on once he takes his seat, signaling the beginning descent to Quantico.

He pulls a novel out of his satchel as you rest your head on his shoulder, feeling your eyelids starting to droop.

“Pay up, Morgan.”

Emily’s hushed voice cuts through the silence not long after you’d both taken your seats again. You feel Spencer stiffen beside you, his fingers freezing on the open page of his novel.

“Damn, couldn’t keep it in your pants for twenty more minutes, pretty boy?” The male grumbles, getting up to toss a couple twenties in Emily’s direction.

She grins widely, waving them around before tucking them in the pocket of her dress pants.

“So you’re betting on us now?” you ask, unable to hide the exasperation in your voice.

“Oh, we’ve been betting on you the second you both started sneaking around,” Rossi’s voice sounds from behind you, amusement littering his tone.

“You two aren’t subtle.”

tagging some spencer loving moots: @xxbimbobunnyxx @babygorewhore @hippiegoth97 @take-everything-you-can @alialuvsreid @angel-eyes-and-devil-hearts

[redsimmer-blog]

4t2 Tsminh Surge Hairstyle

Child-Elder | Two versions: 23,3k polys and 11,7k polys (decimated) | 40 colors, binned and familied | Tsminh Textures | Compressed

∟DOWNLOAD (23,3k polys version)   at SFS or at Google Drive

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(credits: TsminhSims, Pooklet, Serabiet, Evannamari, Digi, AlmightyHat, Lilith)

Extra-files (for cc creators): download only mesh + volatile base texture here or here, I included the .dds file of the retexture in case it can be useful for someone :)

[nocturnalsleuth]

this u???

TAMAGOTCHI

[a1sft]

۶ৎ what's in stray kids alaa's bag?

OUTSIDE:

THE BAG - vivienne westwood tote bag accord orb leather

I take a lot lot of stuff with me whenever i go out, so a big bag is the most comfortable thing for me.

ACCESORIES

I have way more charms than just these cause i just love them, lol. And ofc i have a wolfchan one while chan has my skzoo's.

INSIDE:

ELECTRONICS

Okay, so... the iphone is my personal phone and the samsung is the work one, and as you can see, i'm paranoid, i take my phone chargers, plus a powerbank and then i also take 3 different headphones, so in case one stops working i have other 2, the digi cam is honestly cause i love to take pics of everything. Sometimes I take my nintendo with me to play with Felix.

NECESSARIES

All of these are more than necessary for me, but specially the cream since i have atopic skin, and the band aids, like imagine someone gets hurt, you never know really.

OTHERS

Vivienne Westwood wallet (not making it obvious that i'm the ambassador lol). Glasses 'cause surprise i'm blind! hair ties for dance practice and my motorbike's keys. And gum just because i'm addicted to it.

[ taglist: @cupiid-777 , @iama1ice , @h1biscusgal , @nab3rries , @girlflopping , @rebnrthed , @avelineshifts , @mimi-shifts , @alexshiftz , @soapyfairie , @nothyeri ]

[balletbunnie]

princess core 🐰

pink vs stripes. bunnies. my melody. wildflower phone case. baby pink bashful bunny jellycat. caesar salad with fries. piecesofporcelain. matcha dates. weekly pilates. lace thigh garters. charm bracelets. sabrina carpenter. kiko lipgloss. princess treatment. digi cam pics. yoga whilst mazzy star plays. cupcake scented candles. 2012/13 ariana grande. ballet. bailey bow uggs. silver hoop earrings. babydoll dresses. vs fashion show rewatches. MAC lipliner. sonny angel hippers. glossier. brunette blowouts. kitten heels. pink gingham in the summer. playing lana del rey on the aux being passenger princess. the priscilla movie. being a libra. flare fold over leggings. pink polkadot. pandora pink chakra heart ring. baby pink toenails. buffalo 66. pouty lips. mini skirts. white tabis. charmmy kitty. resting confused face. galinda from wicked coded. cosmo cocktails. scrolling pinterest on my pink ipad. trips to paris in spring. trips to LA in autumn. life looking like an emmzonn drawing. kitteny dresses for dates with my bf. monthly hair glosses. ౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆જ���➴

[tabiphee]

Ain't no way 👽

I just noticed the leg is wrong and I'm already coloring (I'm gonna fix it later it's 2am)

Posting this to hype myself up I legit don't post 98% of my artwork both trad and Digi and the fact that I don't draw that much isn't helping my case🐎

(will probably delete later)

[digirainebow]

rex's "i just-- i don't know…stories should end someplace new." vs michael's "i think things should have points. things should be sharp, they should poke you." head in my hands

[limikkin]

Memories

The fourth and last card is a gift for the organiser of the event. They gave options in case someone wanted to draw something for them and their main request was: Tamers and their Digimon! And as my partner is a huge fan of Tai and his Digi-Partner, I decided to choose those two :D And to draw them doing something fun!

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[williamafton2030]

I think it's possible that Arnold worked at MCM and was fired by Edwin

Before Secret of the Mimic came out, Steel Wool sent a surprise box to several YouTubers. It contained merch, but also included a teaser of a dismissal letter, a Spring Bonnie bobblehead, and a cork version of the van from the game.

Fuhnaff was the first to receive this box, and when he showed it to us, we were all in awe of what was inside. I even ventured a theory that William Afton had worked for Murray's Costume Manor and that it was Edwin who fired him.

We know this isn't the case at all, but it was the only thing that made sense to me at the time when I saw the Spring Bonnie bobblehead. However, with the first gameplay videos from several YouTubers who were able to upload the video the day before, we learned that the bubblehead and the van belonged to Arnold.

This puzzled me quite a bit, since I did think it belonged to William, since, as is well known, Spring Bonnie is the animatronic most closely associated with Afton.

Rereading the termination letter and learning that the Digi Typer was what we called "Mail-Bot," I realized this letter couldn't have been after Secret of the Mimic. It was obvious that Edwin signed it, and he's missing (or dead), but it could still be said that Fazbear signed for him.

But this isn't possible because they return the bubblehead to us in one piece, and the Digi Typer also types. After the ending, which I believe is canon (the one with the fire), the bubblehead ends up destroyed, and Jackie also destroys the Digi Typer.

So, how deeply involved was Arnold in Murray's Costume Manor?

I think he was pretty deep.

We're told to hand over the Data Diver, and at the beginning of Secret of the Mimic, we don't have one. Dispatch told us that Ritchie had put one in our briefcase just in case.

The curious thing is that when Arnold picks up the Data Diver, he seems familiar with it, as if he'd owned one before.

Now, there's something that doesn't add up, and it's the van. The van has the Fazbear Entertainment logo, and the box version does too. So why would Arnold have something to do with Fazbear Entertainment if he works at Murray's Costume Manor?

@moon-latte-cake told me it's plausible that he worked at both places, which is why he seems so busy.

Latte's theory continues that being too busy would lead to his being fired by Edwin for lack of performance.

I think it would be interesting and would explain why the van but Murray's Costume Manor seems to have collapsed a while ago, and Arnold is still busy.

I really like this theory too, Latte 😉

Someone on Twitter posted a tweet saying the following:

"Is it possible Arnold worked at MCM and that's why his bobblehead is there? Was he fired for being a Fazbear's mole? Otherwise, there'd be a FE van on his desk."

He mentions that maybe Arnold was a mole for Fazbear and that's why he was fired. This is crazy, but what if William Afton's email to an employee is directed at him?

It's crazy, I know. Especially since there's a "Ralph" who could be our Ralph (Phone Guy), and this email is most likely addressed to him. But what if it was addressed to Arnold?

Whether it was our Ralph or Arnold, I don't think William will follow through on that "manage one of the new locations" thing. William lies a lot in an attempt to manipulate. In the other email, he tells Edwin to stay calm, that he won't touch his parents' house, when he'll literally use that house as the entire experimentation and observation site we see in FNaF 4 and the Sister Location map.

Could William have contacted Arnold to leak information?

I don't know, but I think it would be interesting to consider.

Another theory is that he may have been fired for running over David. @animationstarlover1983 says there's a possibility Arnold killed David, so it would make sense for David's ghost to appear and haunt him (assuming White Tiger is David's ghost).

This would really be very interesting, to be honest 😉👀

I really don't know what to think about this termination letter, but I believe it does have something to do with Arnold. I still doubt why, but it would be interesting to hear or read more theories about it 🤔

Anyway, if you don't believe it or have a different theory than mine, it's okay because all theories are completely valid until they're confirmed or denied 😉