#doctor ask blog

[aitadjcrazytimes]

[ask-the-eggmans]

So do you two have any new plans in the works? :]

"I DIDN'T MEAN TO LEAVE THAT PAGE IN-" -Stone

(A/N: Yes, this is a snapcube reference)

[dan-the-womans-blog]

Hi! I hope I’m not too late on request but I LOVE the idea of a bimbo reader with Spencer Reid. Could you write one where she is actually really smart (Emily and Spencer smart) and she has amazing style (I’m thinking Megan fox in Jennifer’s body type style). Spencer has this huge fat raging crush on her and always gets super nervous around her and vice versa?

If you don’t like the idea it’s obviously okay, I’m new to requesting things but I thought I would ask!

THANK YOU

NO PROBLEM!

The act of writing distracts me from the real world so thanks it's great timing actually ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠☯⁠෴⁠☯⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

Title: Kryptonite

---

The BAU was buzzing with activity when you arrived, your entrance as much a statement as your style. Heads turned as you made your way into the bullpen, your red heels clicking against the polished floor. Your fitted dress—a soft blush pink with a plunging neckline—hugged your curves just right, and your gold earrings swayed with every step.

Emily Prentiss leaned over her desk, smirking as she nudged Derek Morgan. "Here comes Spencer's kryptonite."

Derek grinned, folding his arms. "Poor kid’s gonna faint before he gets a word out today."

You breezed past their desks, offering them a warm smile. "Morning, Emily. Derek."

"Morning, gorgeous," Derek said, flashing you his signature charm.

"Nice dress, Y/N," Emily added, her tone teasing. "You know, this is a federal building, not Paris Fashion Week, right?"

You laughed, stopping briefly at her desk. "What can I say? I like to keep things interesting."

"Oh, you’re doing that," Derek quipped.

Across the bullpen, Spencer Reid sat stiffly at his desk, pretending to read the file in front of him. In reality, he was hyper-aware of your every move. His fingers toyed with the edge of his notebook, and his heart pounded as he tried to calm his nerves.

When you finally approached his desk, he felt like the air had been knocked out of his lungs.

"Good morning, Dr. Reid," you said, placing a file on his desk. Your perfume was light but intoxicating, and the way you leaned slightly toward him made his palms sweat.

"H-Hi, Y/N," he stammered, eyes darting between your face and the file.

"Busy day?" you asked, your tone light and playful.

"Uh, yeah. Lots of, um, cases. Profiles. Stuff," he mumbled, cursing himself internally for being so awkward.

From across the room, JJ leaned against Hotch’s desk, watching the interaction unfold with an amused smile. "Do you think Spencer will ever actually talk to her without tripping over his words?" she whispered.

Hotch glanced over, his expression as neutral as ever. "Doubtful."

You tilted your head, studying Spencer with a small smile. "You seem nervous, Spence. Everything okay?"

"Nervous? No! Why would I be nervous? I’m not nervous," he blurted, his voice cracking slightly.

Emily couldn’t help herself. "Reid, if you get any redder, you’re going to set off the fire alarms."

"Emily!" Spencer groaned, burying his face in his hands.

You laughed, your hand lightly brushing his arm. "Don’t listen to her. I think it’s sweet."

Spencer peeked at you through his fingers, his blush deepening. "You do?"

"Of course," you said, your voice softening.

---

Later, in the conference room, the team gathered to discuss the case. You took a seat at the head of the table, confidently laying out your analysis of the unsub’s language patterns.

"The use of archaic phrasing and formal sentence structure suggests someone who’s either highly educated or attempting to appear that way," you explained, flipping through your notes. "Additionally, the recurring themes in their letters—justice, punishment, purification—indicate a fixation on moral absolutes. This unsub likely has a rigid worldview shaped by trauma or indoctrination."

The room was silent for a moment before Rossi spoke up. "Impressive work, Y/N. You should teach a class in profiling."

You smiled. "I’ll leave that to the experts. I just like piecing puzzles together."

Spencer, who had been quietly marveling at your intelligence, finally found his voice. "Y-You’re really good at it," he said, his tone sincere.

"Thanks, Spence," you said, giving him a warm smile that made his heart race.

After the meeting, Emily and Derek cornered him in the hallway.

"So, Genius," Derek said, slapping Spencer on the back. "When are you gonna ask her out?"

"I—I don’t know what you’re talking about," Spencer stammered, avoiding their knowing looks.

"Oh, please," Emily said, rolling her eyes. "You’ve been in love with her since the day she walked in here."

Spencer groaned. "Can we not do this right now?"

---

At the end of the day, as you packed up your things, Spencer nervously approached your desk.

"Y/N," he started, his voice shaky.

You looked up, your expression softening. "Yes, Spence?"

"I was wondering if… maybe you’d like to go out for coffee sometime? Or tea. Or, um, whatever you like to drink," he rushed out.

You blinked, momentarily stunned by his courage. Then, a slow smile spread across your face. "I’d love to."

"R-Really?" he asked, his eyes wide with disbelief.

"Really," you said, stepping closer. "Pick me up at seven. And don’t be late, Doctor."

As you walked away, Emily and Derek appeared from around the corner, both grinning like kids on Christmas morning.

"Finally!" Emily whispered.

Derek chuckled. "Took him long enough."

Spencer, still frozen in place, couldn’t stop the goofy smile that spread across his face.

---

Let me know if there’s anything else you’d like to see from me, requests are always open!

[the-sonic-crew]

To Eggman: Your wife or Agent Stone?

Who says Stone isn't my wife?

[ask-yarnaby]

(I know the dangers but fuck it)

Can I give Yarnaby scritchies behind the ear?

[Transcript and mod notes under the cut]

Harley Sawyer: Ahh it seems you’ve found 1166’s weak spot. So long as you’re not his target, scratches and belly rubs are easy ways to get on Yarnaby’s good side.

Onomatopoeia’s:

Asker’s scratching sounds - “Scritch-a Scritch-a”

Yarnaby - “Purrr~ Purrr~” and “!Thump Thump Thump!”

[Mod Beetle Note: I’ve been so excited to draw Yarnaby getting tons of affection! He’s the bestest goodest boy he deserves it all <3]

[should-david-be-there]

david tennant with south london's greatest dirtbag boyband @bearsintreesofficial??? sounds like a place he should be

(also listen to their new song 'hot chocolate' when it comes out on Thursday :])

[ask-crescent-crescendo]

Happy Hearth's Warming everypony !! > w <

This year I chose from my followers, especially some who'd been active but there is also a couple of random characters I included here also !

I did a similar picture two years ago so, here is the link to it ! And below I will list everyone included here !

Princess Crescent Crescendo: @ask-crescent-crescendo (Of course xD)

Midnight Spell: @askmidnightspell

JetStream: @ask-jetstream

Inquiry: @askinquiry

Daisy Daedal: @askdaisydandfriemly

Foodie Love: @foodielovethealicorn

Moonlight Showers: @ask-moonlightshowers

Rising Shine: @rising-shine

Dusk and Dawn: @asktwilighteclipse

Doctor Whooves: @ask-the-doctor15

Starlit Supernova: @ask-crescent-crescendo

Swan Song: @ask-crescent-crescendo

Sorry to anyone I didn't include but I only wanted to include people who'd actually reblogged from me and sent me asks since I've been back and also I tried not to include anyone who was in the previous one I did.

[deadbydangit]

Hii♡ I wanted to request a story with Doctor, Knight, Deathslinger, Oni, and Clown. Where the reader gets a rock thrown at them by another survivor, and it hits them in the head, making them pass out. Thank you in advance ☆

I believe I can do this. I'm going to simplify it a bit so it's a reader who got hurt. Since my limit is three I'm going to pick three of them. I hope you enjoy. Thank you.

When Their Reader S/O Gets Hurt

Deathslinger, Doctor, Knight

Deathslinger

Caleb loves you dearly.

And he'll tell you that everyday.

You're his greatest treasure.

And he wants you to know that you can rely on him.

But he also wants to make sure you aren't overly reliant on him.

Don't get him wrong! He'll always be there for you.

But he doesn't want you to become too dependent.

"What if somethin' were ta happen and I wasn't around darlin'?"

He wants to know that you're able to fend for yourself if need be.

So, if you fall and get hurt don't expect them to run up to you and coddle you.

Unless you're seriously injured, Caleb expects self-dependency from you.

You're an adult, you know how to take care of yourself.

He can't see himself with someone who's overly needy or overdramatic.

The table is completely turn if somebody is hurting you though.

If it's someone he thinks you can handle by yourself, he'll stand back but be on guard.

Heck, he'll be super proud if you knock that person out.

"He's all bark and no bite. Ya show em' darlin'"

Full on cheering you on from the sidelines.

If it's someone he knows for a fact you can't handle, he'll step in.

Caleb's a smart man, he knows you can't take on someone like Micheal or Kazan on your own.

He has his spear gun pointed in their face the moment they lay a hand on you.

"Ya think about this. Ya lay a hand on them and I'll shoot this here gun so far down your throat you won't know what hit ya."

"Now get."

He can be very intimidating when he wants to be.

And he wants to be intimidating for you. Because he would never want anything to happen to you.

Doctor

Herman can be detached from situations at times.

Very rarely is he out with you.

He spends the majority of his time in his lab or in trials.

He never considered the possibility of someone hurting you.

One, because he's too busy with his latest experiment or torture.

Two, because he sees you as such a nice and wholesome person that hurting you is out of the question.

Anyone who's willing to love him is either insane or an angel.

And he knows you're not insane. He's tested it.

So when you came to his lab all beat up, he was beyond shocked.

Like, at a loss for words shocked.

He's not crying, but it almost looks like he might.

He feels incredibly guilty and stupid for not being there for you.

And for thinking the beasts of the realm would be able to appreciate someone like you.

This will send him into an unbelievable spiral of rage.

Sparks will literally be radiating off of him because he is so angry.

He'll patch you up the best he can, then leave without another word.

Herman will be back in about an hour or so with said person who hurt you.

Well, at least with their head and maybe several other limbs.

He won't tell you what he did. Just assuming isn't pleasant.

He will give you the head as a get well soon gift, because he thinks that makes everything better.

He might be a genius but he has the emotional intelligence of a goldfish.

But you can't deny the gesture (albeit gruesome) is sweet.

And he'd only do it for you.

Knight

He's the complete opposite of the others.

He will be doting on you like royalty.

Because, to him, you are.

You're Tarhos' sweet prince/princess.

And you will be treated as such.

He frequently calls you my lord/lady.

It doesn't matter if you're actually royalty or not. He's intent on making you feel as if you were.

Did you fall and get hurt?

"Foolish prince/princess."

He laughing.

But he is concerned.

"Shall I carry you?"

Even if you say no, he's going to pick you up.

"What is a knight if he cannot protect his lord/lady?"

"Allow me."

It's almost smothering.

If you want to take care of things yourself, you'll really have to prime him for that.

He isn't used to not serving someone.

Someone laid a hand on you?

How dare they!

"They shall pay for their insolence."

He may seem cold and callous at times.

But he's extremely protective over what is his.

And you're his.

And no one dares mess with what is his.

"I shall avenge you. I shall not allow those heathens to dishonor you and your name."

If you tell him it's not worth it he'll dismiss your claims.

"Nonsense. Anyone who is foolish enough to lay a hand on you must be punished severely."

If you keep telling him no he'll stay.

But you best believe his men are on that person when your back is turned.

And that person will never mess with you again.

Tarhos will see to it.

[the-undead-doctor-rp]

A triangle that looks like he's been put through the wringer grabs your leg "Doc! It's..!" He groans in pain, pressing his top corner against the leg "Stanford.. you're my friend right? Bill took it..! He took my fucking body" Stanford and Nester body swapped unfortunately for Stanford he got the short end of the stick

*the doctor yelps at the triangle, nearly going into a fight of flight response before.. well... Figuring out who it was supposed to be*

S-stanford-???? How- what-?? What the FUCK happened??? How- *they looked down at him in absolute confusion and mild fear that it was a trick*

[decadeofjoy-au]

This is an AU blog about The Decade Of Joy AU

In this AU, instead of killing off all of the scientist and carrying them to the lower levels of the building, The Prototype instead decides to give them a taste of their own medicine and switches the roles of Toys and Scientist. Now, Scientist are experimented on and are forced to do whatever the Toys say while Toys now work in different parts of the building with their main goal being to have all the orphans be adopted.

As more and more people come to adopt a child, the Toys are thrown more and more questions. “where are the adults?” “Is that a costume?” “What is that?”

On this blog, you can ask ANY question to either the Toys, Scientist or Me.

🪽RULES🪽

NO WEIRD QUESTIONS: Meaning, don’t ask strange things like “pls marry me” or “can I date you?”

Keep Questions To A Minimum: Please keep questions to a minimum and ask as little characters as you can, I STILL have to answer other people’s questions!

Keep Swearing To A Minimum: You CAN swear, just no heavy curse words.

Please Be Specific About The Questuons: If it’s something like “can I give you a cookie?” then there’s a high chance it will NOT be answered.

Be PATIENT: If I don’t answer your question, don’t DM me about it or repeatedly ask the question. There’s a high chance I saw it and I’m getting to it. And I’m just one person running this blog!

Be NICE Please: No being incredibly nasty or problematic. Such as no racist, creepy, homophobic, transphobic or any other rude comments to other people’s questions.

Have Fun: Overall, just have fun and ask away.

MORE AU INFO

Roles

OCs are Green

Scrapped Canon Toys are Pink

Caretakers: Kissy Missy, Mommy Long Legs, Dogday, Hoppy Hopscotch, Bobby Bearhug, Crafty Corn, Miss Delight and her sisters, Bunzo Bunny, Pj Pug-a-pillar

Medics: Daisy, Medic

Security: Huggy Wuggy, Boxy Boo, Scout, Pianosaurous, Yarnaby, Kicken Chicken, Riley

Scientists: Catnap, The Doctor

Cooks: Candy Cat, Picky Piggy

Engineers: Cat Bee

Multiple roles: Doey The Doughman, Bubba Bubbaphant, Barry, Hixel Pixel

Other: Nightmare Critters, Smiling Critters

Experiments/Scientists: Bron(Thomas Clarke), Clarance The Clayman(Kamren Burch, Martin Lloyd and Jaelyn Dennis)

EDIT: I should clarify that ALL adults were taken to be experimented on during The “Hour” Of Joy! Not just the Scientists

DESIGNS FOR THE AU(to be edited)

[fear-and-riddles]

"Riddle me this; when you solve me, I vanish. What am I?"

"A question."

Hi there! This is an in-character askblog for Dr. Jonathan Crane “Scarecrow” and Edward Nygma “Riddler”. On this blog, you can ask questions that will be answered by the characters through text and occasional written drabbles and art. :) Please make sure to check out the additional information in the pinned post!

[bugzheadquarter]

"You can't keep them hidden forever.... 420...."

"They'll be found sooner or later and when they are.. "

"They'll receive something worse than death.."

Featuring; Doctor Damien ( @birbisanon )

Casey (my oc/ @expendable-exp420 )

[ask-the-eggmans]

What do Orbot and Cubot think of Agent Stone?

They love him!

[dan-the-womans-blog]

Title: Crack in Their Composure

Feeling a little better thought I'd post something funny

(Spencer Reid x fem!reader)

The first incident had been embarrassing enough. The team walking in to find Spencer shirtless, oiled up, and groaning under your care had provided them with enough ammunition for weeks of teasing. But even with all their jokes, Spencer was still Spencer—unflappable in most situations—and you both thought the worst was behind you.

You were wrong.

Spencer came home from another grueling case, this one involving multiple days on the road and more stress than usual. He walked into your shared home looking like he was carrying the weight of the world on his slender shoulders, which you noticed were slumped with tension.

“Babe,” you said softly, crossing the room to meet him. You cupped his cheek, and he leaned into your touch, closing his eyes. “You need another adjustment. You’re completely out of alignment again.”

He nodded without protest, too tired to argue. “You’re the best,” he murmured, letting you guide him to the office once more.

This time, you were determined to work out every knot, every misalignment. Spencer’s job might be to solve complex cases, but yours was to fix him afterward, both body and mind.

---

Meanwhile, the team, riding high after a case closed, decided once again to check in on their favorite genius. They’d teased him mercilessly last time, but Spencer’s reactions were half the fun.

“Think he’s going to yell at us this time?” Emily joked as they approached the house.

“Please,” Derek said with a grin. “Boy Wonder doesn’t yell. He pouts.”

Penelope giggled. “I just hope we get another peek at shirtless Spencer.”

“Oh my God, Garcia,” JJ muttered, laughing despite herself.

They knocked, but the door was unlocked. Derek pushed it open, calling out, “Reid! You home?”

No response.

The team wandered farther into the house, following the faint sound of conversation that led them to your office once again. As they reached the doorway, they were immediately greeted with Spencer’s voice—low, drawn-out, and laced with something suspiciously close to pleasure.

“Ohhh, God, Y/N… Right there… Do that again.”

The team froze.

“Spence, relax,” you said, your tone entirely professional. “I can’t get this spot if you keep tensing up.”

“Sorry, it just—ahhh! Oh, that’s the one,” Spencer groaned, his voice so borderline sinful that Derek and Emily exchanged wide-eyed looks.

“Is this… happening again?” JJ whispered, her hand covering her mouth.

“Guys,” Penelope hissed, fanning herself. “This is so much worse.”

But they couldn’t look away.

You were leaning over Spencer, your hands pressing into his back with practiced precision. This time, though, the team wasn’t met with just the sight of an oiled-up Spencer—they also heard the unmistakable, sharp crack of his spine realigning.

“Oh, wow,” Rossi muttered from the back of the group, clearly impressed despite himself.

“Holy… Did you hear that?” Emily whispered, her tone oddly fascinated.

“That sounded so satisfying,” Penelope admitted, biting her lip as another crack echoed through the room, followed by Spencer’s drawn-out groan of relief.

“Stop enjoying this so much,” JJ hissed, though her eyes remained glued to the scene.

Another series of cracks came, each one louder than the last, and the team collectively shuddered. It was oddly satisfying to hear, even as the situation screamed awkward.

Finally, you caught movement out of the corner of your eye and turned, your hands still on Spencer’s shoulder blades. “Oh, come on!” you exclaimed, glaring at the group.

Spencer lifted his head from the table, a blush already creeping up his neck. “Are you serious?”

“Listen,” Derek said, raising his hands in mock surrender. “I came here to clown on you, but I gotta admit—that cracking sound is amazing.”

“You guys have to stop walking in on us,” you said, gesturing at the door.

“You have to stop making it sound like—like that!” Emily shot back, pointing at Spencer, who groaned in embarrassment and dropped his face back into the cradle.

“You all clearly need to leave,” you said firmly, stepping back from the table and crossing your arms.

But Penelope clasped her hands together. “Y/N, just one question before we go.”

“What?” you asked, exasperated.

“Do you take appointments?”

"OUT!"

Spencer groaned louder, and this time, they burst out laughing.

[doctors-doves]

The birds would like some new people to interact with

Please reblog if you are within the tf2 community and are comfortable with Medic’s doves visiting your blog

[ask-yarnaby]

does the doctor have...ANY regrets? and does Yarnaby?

[Transcript and mod notes under the cut]

Harley Sawyer: The only thing I have to regret is trusting the bastards who put me in here. Harley Sawyer: As for Yarnaby...

Harley Sawyer: The only thing I could see him regretting is missing snacktime.

Yarnaby [smudged, shaky]: its fuzzie Yarnaby [smudged, shakier]: owie

[Mod note: had fun with this one. Figuring out how to draw Yarnaby.]