#does anyone else have a similar experience?

[waterfire1848]

AU where the Air Nomads are the evil ones(Fire Nation is harsh but not genocidal).

Hello, @gorey-gorella!!!

The Air Nomads still have their philosophy of "all life is sacred" but it's changed now to "Air Nomad life is sacred". The other nations become viewed as outsiders, as living below them (with the nomads live in the Air Temples and everything) and so their lives don't matter like an airbenders life does. The philosophy changed because the Air Nomads saw how everyone else was living (The Water Tribes wearing pelts, the Earth Kingdom having such strict class divides, and the Fire Nation's pollution) and believed that they no longer deserved to be on this Earth anymore. They began to attack anyone near the temples and then expanded outward, killing whoever got in their way.

When Aang is born, the Air Nomads are thrilled. They have an Avatar. An Avatar will help them fix everything wrong with the world and destroy the other nations. Aang is brought up under Gyatso who still believes that something has to be done about the other nations but the idea of murdering people has never sat right with him. Aang learns this new philosophy but he's still young enough that it doesn't completely corrupt him. The other monks and nuns start to notice this and grow angry. (Monk: How is the Avatar meant to fight in this war if he's a coward!? Gyatso: He's not a coward. Aang is just a child. He's not ready to fight yet. Monk: He better be! The Fire Nation is creating weapons and building more factories! We need to strike them now before they grow too powerful! Nun: The Avatar is strong enough to face the Fire Nation now. I say we teach him the Avatar State and then send him over. Gyatso: No! No Avatar has ever entered the Avatar State so young! And Aang only just learned he was the Avatar this year. He isn't ready- Nun: Yangchen learned of her Avatarhood at 11! If you have not properly prepared the Avatar then that is not our fault. Monk: She's right. Forget water, earth and fire. All we need is to teach Aang the Avatar State and then he will be ready to take the Fire Nation down. Gyatso: But- Monk: If you aren't willing to do this then we will find another monk, at another temple who will.). Similar to canon, Aang hears this and runs off and gets stuck in the iceberg, freezing for 100 years.

100 years pass but this time, rather than the Fire Nation taking over, the airbenders have pretty much destroyed everything. The Water Tribes had to flee their homes because they weren't allowed pelts or meat, the Earth Kingdom no longer has a king (Firelord position is also gone) but a monk in charge of their system, and the Fire Nation factories were destroyed and only farming and various other hobbies are permitted. People are still allowed to exist and function, but they can only do so in the nomad way. Unfortunately, the nomad way is enforced by "break the rules and you get the air ripped out of your body" and it doesn't always work very well on such a massive scale, especially in areas that can't farm or experience bad weather and go hungry. The Air Nomads tell them to simply move, forgetting worldly possessions, but people refuse or can't at times. Bottom lines things aren't going great. Katara and Sokka live with their father and mother (Kya lives) and go out on a boat one day. Hakoda and Kya take them towards the South Pole so they can see their culture. While out there, Katara breaks the ice and Aang is released from his iceberg. His beam of light is also seen by Zuko who, with their being no royal family, is out on the sea with his uncle and sister, trying to continue the fight against the Air Nation. (Aang: I need to ask you something. Katara: Yes? Aang: Come closer. Kya: Nope! No, we're not doing that. We didn't break any of your laws. Aang: Laws? Hakoda: We have permission to be out here from Monk Dawa. We're not fishing or hunting animals, just showing our kids nature. Aang: Oh? That's nice. Why-Why do you need permission for that? Kya: Is he serious? Sokka: Maybe he has frostbite).

The family try to bring him back to the other monks because they think he's from this time period. While they sail, Katara, Sokka and Aang get to talking and actually become friends. Since Aang never fully bought into the idea of murdering people and doesn't hold the belief that airbenders are superior to other nations, the family is able to tolerate him. The tell him about how much things have changed when they realize how long he was in there for and Hakoda and Kya start to but the pieces together when they're attacked by a Fire Nation ship. The ships aren't as strong as they once were but the firebenders are still able to pose something of a threat. Hakoda and Kya attack them back and board the ship. Aang tries to stay out of the conflict until Azula kicks Katara in the face and Aang goes into the Avatar State, destroying their ship. Realizing who he is, both parties flee in the fear that he will kill them. Aang realizes how terrified the other nations have become of Air Nomads and realizes that what the Air Nation is doing isn't right. He finds Hakoda, Kya, Sokka and Katara and says he wants to change things. Believing him as he has no reason to lie, the four find the three Fire Nationals and ask them to join them.

Hakoda, Kya and Iroh decide to create a cover for the kids so they can escape and find a place for Aang to learn earthbending. They distract the monk and Sokka, Zuko, Katara, Azula and Aang escape into the Earth Kingdom. While traveling, Katara teaches him waterbending. Since there isn't really a system of class anymore, Toph isn't a noblewoman and feels like she has much more freedom. The Blind Bandit is a name known throughout the Earth Kingdom but not everyone knows she's a blind 12 year old girl. When the group discover her and her skill, they convince her to join them, arguing that she'll have much more of an opportunity to fight with the monks and nuns no longer in power (as they tend to shut down any fight clubs they find because of gambling). She agrees to teach Aang earthbending while Katara continues to teach him waterbending. Of course, the monks and nuns catch on to this and grow angry that the Avatar, a monk, isn't on their side. This will eventually erupt into a battle between Aang and the four head monks of the four temples after Aang has learned the other three elements and has semi control over the Avatar State.

[ab121500]

Anyone else give their Rookanis kids fun bird nicknames?

Personally, I just love the idea of all of their kids having a bird codename. Like, you've got "The Crow" with Lucanis and "The Rook" with Aylewin, thats already two black birds. Rook canonically loves puns man, why wouldn't they nickname their kids after birds?

So my six kids (so far, really debating if they should have more or just get some fucking cats) each have a bird nickname because I think its funny. Like Villa Dellamorte being referred to as The Nest or The Aviary.

Unfortunately, there are not that many corvids, so they don't all get to be a part of that family of birds. But they all are black birds!

So! The nicknames (and why they have that name) are under the cut. That way people who don't care can scroll faster.

So! We've got the eldest; Lace. Her nickname is The Songbird/The Blackbird, depending on who you ask. Friends and allies call her the Songbird. She's a mage, a bard, and she also is most prone to find the least violent way out of a situation. That being said, like her avian counterpart, she is extremely persuasive. Blackbirds, specifically the Eurasian Blackbird, have very melodic songs; and Lace has a very melodic tone of voice. She's good at getting people to listen, which is part of why she's so good at negotiations and crow politics.

Second up is Emily. She's nicknamed The Raven. She's a rouge, and usually blends into the background. She attends basically every single event, but no one recognizes her unless she wants them to. This is similar to the common raven, which i'm sure most people confuse with Crows, jackdaws, or Rooks (for non-us folks, apparently the us doesn't have rooks). Most folks, in my experience but I do know one bird expert who does know the difference at a glance, see a black bird and go: "oh hey, a crow!" This ties back to her specially being espionage.

Numbers 3 and 4 are twins, and they have the same nickname. A pair of rouges, Varric & Davrin, the first boys in the family, are both known as The Starlings. These two are NEVER seen without the other. Varric is the more friendly and sociable of the two, while Davrin is much more hostile at a glance. Their bird counter part is kind of similar: sociable little birds who form packs (Usually you see at least two or three, in my experience you rarely see a single one of them) but also are an invasive and mean species. These fuckers steal food from other birds (and elderly dogs who don't give a shit anymore) but they are also incredibly smart. Tieing back with the Twins, both are good at what they do. Varric specializes in distractions and misdirection, using his ability to read people and his training from his Uncle Illario to really know how to play people. Davrin, on the otherhand, uses his smarts in much more deadly ways. He's a star pupil of Viago, and is the number one poisoner in House Dellamorte.

Number 5, Bella, is nicknamed The Jay. Shes the oddball, the outlier. This isn't because she's mage. In a family raised for generations to kill and kill effectively; she's a healer. While Lace is a pacifist until she has to react, Bella will not fight back. She can handle blood and gore when its related to healing/helping others. When it comes to assassination? No thanks. In the bird world, Jays are an oddball. Most birds in the corvus family are solid black, or at least most of their body is black/they have large black patches. Jays are not like that. They are often colorful! Jays, specifically the Blue Jay, are also incredibly smart and know how to mimic human voices and hawk sounds. In the case of Bella, her incredible knowledge of the body and the science involved with it aids her healing, but she is still related to assassins and knows how to help with the dangers of that job.

Finally, we're on number 6! Elli, a warrior and explosives expert, gets the nickname of The Grackle. No one is quite sure where he gets his temper, but at the very least, he knows how to calm it. He is very much a: Act first, question later type of person. He's loud and doesn't care. Grackles are among my favorite birds because these little fuckers are LOUD. And they have the best fucking calls. I love them. They also just so happen to be considered a pest in a lot of places because of how obnoxious and messy they are. Plus, they tend to bully other birds. This stupid, aggressive, and messy sort of attitude is similar to the youngest (for now) Dellamorte. He definitely gets in the most trouble, and they have to work out specific cases for him because he does NOT do subtle. His explosives expertise is used by most houses. Guarantee the Crows wish he was alive at the time of Veilguard because the Antaam have NOTHING on this idiot who likes to make shit go boom.

Yes, all of their kids are named after someone else. Most of them use nicknames (not the bird ones) to differentiate. Lace, Davrin, Bella and Varric are all pretty obvious. But Emily and Elli are named after Emmrich and my Inquisitor Ellia.

I've got SO much lore about these fucking kids. This is literally just the tip of the iceburg. Thanks hyperfixations!

[queenracoon]

(Disclaimer: I’m an English student and this is a nerdy answer. This is sorta a Feyre analysis. I’m sorry it's a little longer than I intended. I use the Death of the Author as a analysis tool with living authors since J.K. Rowling showed her real face. So, SJM is not safe with me either. Her intentions with Feyre don’t matter. She published the book; she no longer can decide what other people read into things. This is up to the reader. SJM has no longer the interpretational sovereignty. Every author lost it the moment they have published the book. The narrator talks to the reader and to no one else.)

TLDR: The image Feyre has of herself, being the provider of the family, would have killed her family from starvation.

Feyre is the main character and most of the ACOTAR books are from her perspective. I would sort her into being a First-Person narrative situation with a narrating I and a experiencing I that are very similar, if not the same person (they are pretty congruent in my mind). The limitation of her specific first-person narration is shown due to her views, her reactions and how she processes information and how she decides which information is credible. In Feyre case we have a narrator who has thus no idea how anyone feels around her due to her character on a technical basis but also on a narrative perspective. To be able to see what other characters feel in the same moments, we need a character who is empathetic, which is sadly not a trait Feyre has. What we see in the narrative is that she really struggled to understand how other people feel and what other people say and what they might experience (for example always thinking that Nesta is out for her blood, believing that Tamlin solely used her the whole time, that she condemns the people of the Night Court outside the IC and Velaris despite never knowing anyone from there. That she was not a victim to her mate. How she believes the IC and Rhysand without questioning them and always taking their side). She takes herself at face value and does not consider the view of people she deems "unworthy".

Now to my interpretation of this and why Elain never grew anything but flowers. Feyre is THE provider of the Acheron house. Her view of herself ties into this. Feyre's self worth seems to be tied to it, after her mother gave her this task. This task is tied to her whole identity even long after her death, even after she died as a human. From the beginning she is seen to give out tasks to her sisters, commanding them around (and telling them what they can’t and can do, controlling their food intake, controlling the money). To me it seems that she needs her family to be in the way she wants her family to be. Nesta needs to be mean and useless, Elain needs to be dumb and useless so she feels like she takes care of them and feel a superiority in a way (my mind goes to that she has never recieved attention from their mom but it could also be how easily Nesta and Elain form connections with others). Whenever they try to shift the image Feyre has in her mind for them, Feyre feels the need to shift it back to that way (If she really was that bothered by being the provider, why did she take her siblings back in who “never did anything” why did she not allow them to rot for treating her this badly? Why does she punish Nesta for not fitting into her new family until Nesta fits in?)

In my mind, Feyre who is precise with needing to keep up this perfect picture in her mind would not want Elain to grow vegetables because she sees the family's survival as her task and sees Elain as uncapable due to Feyre deeming Elain dumb. It makes her Feyre "the provider", Feyre "the good" and she can feel better than her sisters in that lane, too. She likes to feel like she is the savior and to be seen as "good". She can’t stand if she doesn't and someone might shake that picture of the "good Feyre". (A few moments where I believe we can see this are: her insistence to help in the Spring Court despite being in constant danger due to Amarantha's people being after her and even refusing a guard and insisting on helping rebuild. Her being mad at Tamlin for “rewriting the narrative” in the High Lord meeting despite him telling the truth. Her being mad at Nesta for drinking and sleeping around despite her and her husband doing unconsensual exhibitionism. In a mild way we could also see her going UtM to save Tamlin as another indicator. Her being able to shape the image she has in the Night Court without the baggage of the Spring Court. Her mate allowed her to create a image of her she liked and enjoyed and his friends accepted that image and do everything to keep it up.)

My explanation is simply that, from a narrative view, Feyre liked to be a savior and deemed "the good Feyre". If Elain grew anything but flowers, Feyre would no longer be "Feyre the sole provider". They would have a second income stream by selling the vegetables, they could grow vegetables and preserve them so they could survive easier, probably even without Feyre hunting meat. This would not fit the image Feyre has of herself which is probably why she never bought Elain any vegetable seeds. (And honestly, I doubt that Feyre really understood gardening because she never really took interest in the tasks her sisters did so I would also doubt that she really knew what soil is good soil. To me she tries to rationalize why she never gave Elain a chance to try to grow vegetables) I would also say that this is the reason she burnt the bridges with Tamlin in this way because he needed to fit this certain mold. This is why she treats Nesta and Elain in this way, as well as this is why she allows Rhysand to treat her like he does.

All in all, SJM wrote a main character who is very hell-bent the view of herself and also how she views others. It is apparent to me that every person needs to fit an image for her to justify her actions which is why her views are so subjective and superficial, not following a chain of cause and effect. (i.e. Feyre's view: Tamlin is a bad guy this is why he killed Rhy's family. Situation: Rhys's father and Rhys entered the Spring Court, killed Tamlin's dad, Tamlin's mom and his two brothers and walked to his room. Tamlin killed Rhy's dad whom he had seen approaching, most likely to defend himself from being killed)

one thing that confused me about acotar is that if the soil was so bad that they couldn’t grow vegetables in it then how did elain grow flowers? and by no means am i a botany girlie so i looked it up and APARENTLY FLOWERS CAN BE USED TO IMPROVE SOIL QUALITY TO GROW VEGETABLES???????

you mean to tell me that after a few seasons they could have GROWN VEGETABLES AND NOT,,,, i dont know STARVE????

SJM WHAT THE FCK

[onahotrock]

it feels like my autism and bipolar mania kinda cancel each other out? Idk nonsense rant/vent under the cut

The wild thing about being autistic and bipolar (especially now that i know how to regulate myself and I’m off of Zoloft ) is that Mania is not wild chaos, it’s just enough energy to be fully functional. when I’m depressed having a social life, working, fulfilling hobbies, all take a backseat because I need all my energy just to care for my physical needs. Getting myself to eat enough becomes a full days task, so does showering, god forbid there’s anything I have to leave the house for

I guess I have some more in between time now (again only because I have learned to regulate and catch the symptoms better) but that’s like.. making me confront that i probably have higher support needs than I thought? When I want to do things, when I feel level and theoretically able to do everything I still can’t get it all done and I end up burning myself out trying.

A big part of it is also that I’m actually looking forward to having a future, which is pretty new for me and even When I get the impulses to self destruct or have a cheeky little bender it’s immediately followed by remembering that I won’t be able to do anything tomorrow if I have more than 2 drinks tonight. I have to keep going no matter what I put myself though, and especially while trying to unmask and stop preforming for others expectations of a functional adult, the dopamine rush just isn’t worth the recovery period. If I’m feeling really up there I’ll just say yes to last minute plans for once or go to the grocery store by myself.

I have to prioritize my mental and physical health all the time no matter how much my brain chemicals push me to throw it all away, and that’s like super hard, but also getting easier because I’m so aware of the consequences.

Anyway mood stabilizers make me feel like a zombie and so I guess I’ll just keep doing what I can when I can

[sketchiefoxie]

I think I’m actually she/they rather than she/her…

I dunno, I love being a female, and I wouldn’t change it, but I don’t always like being referred to as “she” or “her” or “girl”. Is that a thing? To love being a girl, and not always feeling like a she? Am I just loving being myself? Would that be considered half nonbinary, or genderfluid? Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!

I’d like some advice pls!!

[liquidstar]

Right this is going to sound weird but stay with me here. I have this OCD compulsion where the way I perform it will sometimes make me imagine people. Not real people but more like stereotypical faces or something. Like idk the way I just moved my hands made the image of a tough eastern european farm granny pop into my head, but the second time I did it more gentile and refined in a way that made me think of a sort of hollywood starlet diva type, or the third was so calculated I imagined a business man. I don't do this consciously they just pop into my head based on my movements idk

A while ago I fucked it up so bad that the image I saw was a detailed grotesque anthropomorphic fly face with old lady make-up and powdered wig. WHAT KIND OF PERSON IS THAT???? WHAT!!!!!

[kandicon]

*writes the same exact headcannons in slightly different scenarios over and over again*

[shepcdr]

head empty when it comes to putting ic words on the dash... but at the same time, agender/nonbinary yishai shepard is living in my mind rent-free i fear. thinking about this and its relation to yishai's intensely strong empathy for the geth and for edi: beings crafted as tools of labour and war (in terms of the geth) and intelligence, as tools of service to a master. things to whom autonomy was denied, their freedoms shackled, their enquiries towards their own identities — and their rights to simply be — seen as threats to be crushed underfoot.

there is a reason he rarely, rarely ever chooses the destroy ending, and a reason that he is so utterly crushed and devastated when he does. (and he is contrite until the geth and edi are brought fully back to functionality — however i plan to make that happen in my happy ending — and even after.)

[marbearmarigold]

Every now and then I am forced to remember that when I was 14-15 I ran an Instagram Meme Page

That had around 2000 Followers

It was a different World over there and I was in the trenches running a wholesome meme account

How On Earth Did 2000 People Follow Me

[tragicfabric-of-ourdreaming]

no one will ever understand the grip that 1989 vault has on me. it came out right during my psychic damage inducing situationship with my best friend who i was secretly in love with. it then accompanied me as i began navigating my first ever relationship with aforementioned best friend.

and now its been two years and that boy is the love of my life who im not allowed to talk to. and now we don’t talk. and it was worth it to be called a slut but ultimately it doesn’t matter because it was the wrong place at the right time. and in a world of boys he WAS a gentlemen. and fuck knows i get love sick all over my bed every fucking time i wake up from a dream where im allowed to talk to him

[alstroemerian-dragon]

the tough thing about writing realistic narrative conflict is that. when there aren’t larger sweeping stakes, something like 80% of narrative conflict is predicated on miscommunication or the withholding of information, big or small. and as someone who is both fairly autistic and well trained in conflict resolution, my brain is screaming “WHY DO THEY NOT SIMPLY DISCUSS THINGS OPENLY!!!!!!”

its something im practicing but BOY its hard fkdhfjdhfjs. im having to go “okay what would i say in this situation. now. would this character actually admit that? no. fuck. okay how can i hint towards it without them straight up saying it”

[originalwinnerfanfish]

Well, I did it

Megatron - I love his tfp design. Probably one of the best iteration of Megs. He is huge, heavy armoured, his face covered with scars… He doesn’t looks like an ordinary military leader who is only capable of giving orders, but like real warrior who can destroy any enemy with his bare hands.

So, in the WOF version, he definitely shares some features with Princess Burn, not only because of his might, but also because of his horns shape and dirty-dark scales (that absorbed blood of his enemies)

Starscream - Boy, I hate him so much 🤣… but in the good way, trust me! In my opinion, when the show's creators make you feel such strong negative emotions towards a villain, it means they've done a great job. Also, I think that his animation in the show was absolutely incredible, because even though he's a 3D model, he still manages to move like a 2D character, which is amazing!

I feel that in my design he still looks more like a skywing, than an icewing (which is kinda logical)

Soundwave - This one was tricky. I couldn't figure out what his mask would look like, so I just made his face a really dark color. I think Soundwave has both gifts of the nightwings, and he’s equally great at telepathy and a future vision. So he doesn't really need equipment to predict enemy movements, which makes him an ideal communicator in the WOF setting. His Laserbeak is part of the armor enchanted by Shockwave, and it might also allow him to open portals (but I'm not sure with this one)

Shockwave - My favourite evil genius. He would definitely have animus magic and mind reading. I think Shockwave is the only one who has advanced the study of magic so far, precisely because he combined it with scientific knowledge and created safer methods of using it, that don't damage the mind. It's like if a Mastermind got animus magic in books.

I also like to think that he didn't heal the damaged part of his face just so that his enemies would fear him more)

Dreadwing - This man deserved better! It's really a shame that he was removed from the show so quickly due to financial problems. It would be great if his arc got a proper conclusion in season 3.

Considering that I didn't want to make him a hybrid, it was difficult to choose a suitable color palette. So let’s just say, that I tried my best😅

I don’t think that he would have any nightwing powers, but honestly it doesn’t even matter - this guy can make a bombs, what else does he need to be cool

Arachnid - Did anyone even doubt that she would be a hivewing? Damn, she even got her own “Othermind” virus. Her design was the easiest to work with - just a little poisonous ass (suspiciously similar to Maleficent).

Just like Starscream, I hate her, but in a good way. She's one of the creepiest characters in the entire series, who’s acting like a fucking heartless monster, especially with Arcee, but even so, there's always was something mesmerizing about her. I just really like strong female villains

Knockout - Wery bright and charismatic guy, definitely one of my fav cons!

I tried to draw him as handsome as possible. Worked a lot on the face shape and coloring, and as for me it turned out pretty nice (finally).

Most decepticons think Knockout is as stupid and lazy as all the other rainwings. And it's not like he completely disagrees with that. Of course he’s not stupid and lazy, but if it’s means less dirty work on the battlefield, well, he’ll continue act like a tipical rainwing

(I also believe that Megatron keeps him as an “art”)

Breakdown - Fun fact: "Operation Breakdown" was the very first thing I saw in this series. And it was an interesting experience for 8 year old me. Maybe that's why I'm so scared of eye gouging scenes in movies now…

I think that he didn't have any siblings initially due to his parents nature, and even after meeting Bulkhead, he felt uncomfortable among the other mudwings. And this is why he later chose the side of the decepticons. And maaaaybe because of one cute rainwing influence)

P.s.

I think that, being mostly nightwings and icewings, the decepticons are much more concerned about purity of their blood and rarely accept half-breeds into their ranks.

During the war, there were many animus dragons among decepticons, which is why they have so many artifacts that allowed teleportation and communication at a distance. But, honestly, I still can't imagine what Nemesis would look like in this AU

[kxsagi]

Helllloo

Can you write about the reader being too hesitant to get in a relationship with the blue lock boys because her previous partner was abusive.you can choose who else to write about but please include the itoshi brothers

“𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞”

a/n: i know i wrote in my request rules that i don’t write for abuse, but just to clarify, it’s for requests about the character abusing reader. i saw elle (@neeeooon) post something similar and i agree with her, we both don’t want to portray characters that way! i also DO NOT promote abuse of any kind, whether that is physical, verbal, emotional, etc. 

oh how kaiser’s was so hard to write

and i love men i trust OMG

ft. itoshi rin, itoshi sae, isagi yoichi, nagi seishiro, kaiser michael

itoshi rin

rin struggles a bit at first because he's naturally blunt and closed off. 

but he can tell there's something heavy behind your hesitance, and instead of pushing you, he retreats slightly, not out of disinterest, but to give you control. 

his protectiveness shows in small things: walking on the outside of the sidewalk, scanning the room when you look uncomfortable, quietly stepping in when someone gets too close. 

when you finally tell him what happened, his fists clench under the table. 

"i should’ve known. i’m sorry i didn’t." 

he isn’t the best with emotional words, but he changes – starts using softer tones, asks if he can touch you, waits for you to be ready. 

"you don’t have to trust me right away. but i’ll wait. however long it takes." 

itoshi sae

sae’s the kind who reads between the lines, he knows something’s up from the start. 

he doesn’t say anything until you’re ready, just gives you space and acts extra gentle. 

lets you set the pace, always. 

when you finally open up, he’s quiet for a moment, then says, “i’m glad you told me.” 

he doesn’t ask for details, doesn’t poke at wounds, he just holds your hand (if you let him) and tells you, “that’s not love. and you’ll never experience anything like that again. not with me.” 

makes a point of reminding you every day, in his own way, that you’re safe now. 

protective in a quiet, but fierce way. if anyone so much as raises their voice at you in public, he’s already stepping in. 

isagi yoichi

isagi’s patient, so patient, you’d think he was waiting for forever to start. 

he notices how you flinch sometimes when voices get loud or how you freeze when someone’s hand moves too fast near you. 

he never asks right away, he just quietly adjusts. 

speaks softer, keeps his distance, always asks "is this okay?" before he does anything, even just brushing your hand. 

when you finally open up about your past, he listens with tears in his eyes and no interruptions. 

“you don’t ever have to rush with me. i’m not going anywhere.” 

he means it. he shows you love in the calmest ways: leaving your favorite snacks, sending you good morning messages, giving you all the space you need. 

nagi seishiro

nagi may seem indifferent, but he's incredibly observant when it comes to you. 

he doesn't pressure or pry, he just... sticks around. 

when he realizes something’s wrong, he starts showing affection in ways that feel like no-pressure love. 

lets you hog the blankets, watches your comfort shows even when he doesn’t understand them, plays games next to you just to keep you company. 

when you tell him about your past, his expression doesn't change much, but he does start reading up on how to support someone who's been through abuse. 

"you don't have to be scared of me. i won't hurt you. ever." 

nagi doesn't just say it. he proves it, through every slow, careful move, through every time he lets you take the lead. 

kaiser michael

when you hesitate, he notices. immediately. not because you say anything, but because he’s lived in survival mode, too. 

he doesn’t get offended when you flinch away from touch or pull back when he gets too close. he just blinks, steps back, and pretends it doesn’t sting. 

at first, he masks his concern with sarcasm, throwing out lines like “did i scare you that bad, liebling?” with a wry grin. 

but your silence? the way your eyes dart away, unsure and vulnerable? it reminds him too much of his past. 

the joking fades. 

"you don't have to tell me anything," he says one night, voice uncharacteristically quiet, "but i know what it's like to be hurt by someone who should’ve protected you.” 

when you finally open up, he doesn't ask for details. he doesn't push. he just listens, eyes unreadable. 

"so that’s why... you’re always so careful," he mutters, then meets your gaze, softer than he’s ever looked before. "i get it. i do." 

he makes changes instantly – stops making sudden movements, starts warning you before touching you, even changes the way he jokes so it never sounds mocking. 

being loved by kaiser becomes this strange, healing thing. 

he’ll jokingly ask for consent like “may i have the great honor of kissing your hand, milady?” 

but if you say no? he doesn’t pout or guilt you. he just smiles and says “maybe next time.” 

the first time you apologize for needing space, he looks almost hurt. 

"don’t say sorry for protecting yourself. you think i don’t understand? i spent years doing the same thing.” 

the truth is, kaiser’s scared too. not of you, but of hurting you accidentally. 

he’s been on both sides of pain. so he walks on eggshells for a while, but you notice how sincere it is. 

"we’re both messed up," he jokes one night, resting his forehead against yours, "but maybe... we can be okay together." 

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[reidalert]

IT’S OKAY NOT TO BE OKAY | spencer.reid

| spencer reid & fem!reader 3.1k words

| content: a case has you feeling helpless and guilty, and no matter who consoles you, nothing helps. maybe all you need is to take a break, but what if the break is being risky with dr. reid?

| warnings: mentions of death/kidnapping, flashback to the case, reader feeling vulnerable

| author’s note: i haven’t written in a longgg time and boy does it feel good to finally get these words out of my head. it feels like a privilege to get my writing spark back & i can’t wait to share all my ideas with you. i hope you enjoy reading <3

feedback and comments are highly appreciated!

You have thick skin.

Well, that’s what you say to anyone who asks if you’re okay.

But after today? After this case? You’re not sure if that’s true anymore. You don’t get affected easily, not when it comes to blood and gore. You’ve homed in on keeping your reactions and feelings at bay when it comes to that… but what happened out there? It’s made you feel helpless.

You knew from the minute JJ briefed you back at the BAU that this case was something you hadn’t dealt with before. Even Agent Hotchner had asked if you wanted to sit this one out.

But you said no. You wanted to get more experience to become a better profiler and a better agent. And it came at a cost.

You feel like an outsider. Like you’re watching yourself from an outside perspective as you go through airport security. The endless whir of machines and planes landing and taking off in the background do nothing for the thoughts racing in your mind.

You’re the last to be cleared and you know the others are watching you. Their eyes burning through your skin and doing what they do best. Profiling.

You don’t meet their gaze. You know as soon as you make eye contact with one of them, they’ll be asking you questions and it’ll make you torture yourself about whether you’re fit for this job. So, you make your way through the long and endless corridors until you’re at the gate for the jet.

The dull whirring of the jet engines helps you zone out. The leather seats are a cool comfort to your heated self.

Logically, it would make sense to let them know you’re not doing okay and that you need some time to yourself. But who are you kidding? You’re a thick skinned woman who can do anything… so you’ve made them believe.

You’re sitting on the farthest seat in the jet, right in the corner away from everyone else. You can’t deal with the questions you know they’re going to ask you.

But apparently, that doesn’t stop Agent Hotchner from taking the seat opposite you.

“I know what you’re gonna say.” You break the silence but continue staring out the oval window. The city lights below turn smaller and smaller as you progress through the flight.

“And what’s that?” Agent Hotchner asks. You’re not happy he’s here, invading your little self-pity bubble, but you do appreciate the way he keeps his voice quiet.

You shrug. “That something has upset me. Or that I’m too in my head about this case. Along those lines, anyway.”

Agent Hotchner regards you for a moment. You can feel his eyes staring at the side of your face as you purposefully stay looking out the window.

Because you know the second you make eye contact with him, he’ll see what’s going through your head. And he can’t.

“I gathered something was wrong.” His voice is low, a nice baritone that doesn't annoy you. “I know when someone in my team is different. And you’re different.”

You fight back the scoff that’s threatening to spill. “And what is that supposed to mean, Agent Hotchner?”

“Just…” he sighs. You’re very similar to Spencer Reid; in a way that you both struggle to admit when you need help. “If something is bothering you, I am here to listen.”

“Who says something is bothering me?” You kind of regret asking that question as you know damn well he’s about to go into an explanation of how he can see you’re upset.

He sits up a little straighter, hands clasped over his crossed knees. “You’re avoiding eye contact with me, your knuckles have turned white from how hard you’re gripping the arm rests—”

“That’s nothing—”

“You’re interrupting me. You don’t like being analysed as it makes you vulnerable. You haven’t eaten anything in the past,” Agent Hotchner checks his watch. “Six hours. Your stomach is warring against your emotions and you don’t like that. You’re sitting in a corner trying to push yourself away from other people.”

“Okay.” You bite out, now finally giving in to looking him dead in the eyes. “You’re a great profiler. No need to showboat.”

“I’m not showboating.”

You roll your eyes, “Sure seems like it.”

A minute or two pass in silence. Agent Hotchner is still staring at you and you feel incredibly small under his gaze. “What do you want me to say?”

“I don’t want you to say anything.” He fixes his shirt cuffs, acting so nonchalant as if he didn’t just profile one of his team members.

You grit your teeth. “Fine. Today messed with my head. That case was… it was wrong. So wrong that I can’t stop thinking about how I could have helped that family.”

Agent Hotchner leans forward, gently placing his hand upon your own on the arm rest. You feel your grip loosen and you fight back a grimace at how cold his hand feels against your warm one. “It’s not your fault. We all know we could have done something different out there, but sometimes the unsub takes a surprise route. Things like this happen and it’s unfortunate, but don’t blame yourself.”

You shrug again, avoiding eye contact once again. “Yeah.”

He stands, pulling his suit jacket to fit more comfortably. “If you need to talk to someone, come to my office.”

You only offer a silent nod in answer.

“Oh, and Agent L/N? Stop calling me Agent Hotchner, Hotch is just fine.” He offers a small smile and you shake your head, going back to staring out the window until your eyes feel too heavy to keep open.

“Why is there so much paperwork?” Your voice comes out all agitated as you rifle through a stupid amount of folders and loose paper.

Emily peeks over the cubicle dividing and raises an eyebrow. “You okay there?”

You sigh, slumping down onto your desk chair, spinning until you’re facing her side of the cubicle. “Do I sound okay to you? Who in their right mind decided to give me the goddamn paperwork for that goddamned case?” You glance around the wide room, trying to find JJ; this has to be her doing.

Emily purses her lips, “Doing paperwork isn’t that bad, Y/N. I mean, I guess there’s a lot but it’ll make the day go by quicker.”

“Oh, please.” You scoff, feeling yourself grow more annoyed by the minute. You know you need to get yourself in check, but the past 24 hours have ridden you like the Grim Reaper is taking jockey lessons in Hell.

“What’s got Little Miss Thick Skin so angry today?” Derek Morgan walks up to your desk, a hot mug of coffee in his hand. A brief thought had you biting your lip— it’d be wrong to spill it on him.

“Don’t start, please.” You rest your elbows on your desk, hands holding either side of your face as you stare at the paperwork. The names of the family you couldn’t save stare right back at you. Your stomach drops and you’re not sure how long you can stay in this office.

“Hey,” Derek places his mug on your desk before crouching down to your eye level. “What’s wrong, girl? If you don’t want to do the paperwork, I can take it off your hands. No big deal.”

You shake your head, “Don’t bother. I’m fine.”

Derek watches your face and you turn your head to look at him. “If you start profiling me, Morgan, I swear to God that coffee mug will end up in a place you really don’t want it.”

Derek chuckles and raises his hands in mock surrender. “Okay, girl. Just tryna help ya out.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t need help. I’m fine.” You scoot your desk chair closer and grab the closest pen, tapping it against the top of your desk to distract you from the fact you have to relive this case just a day later.

You don’t catch it, but Derek and Emily share a knowing look. They’ve seen this before. It’s not hard to notice someone you spend days on end with is struggling.

Derek grabs his mug and pats you on the shoulder. Emily sinks back into her cubicle and makes sure to keep an eye on during the day. If she finds you with smoke coming out of your ears, she’ll go get the fire extinguisher.

Your hand cramps as you write your final notes. The computer screen has turned too bright for your eyes and a headache begins to form behind your eyes. It’s been a long day.

Clicking the pen closed, you lean back against your chair with a deep sigh. You close your eyes just to rest them for a brief moment and scenes from yesterday plague you.

It’s like you can’t escape.

Your heart rate picks up speed. You’re not sure how it turned into a game of cat and mouse, but you’re adamant on putting a stop to it.

“What does he think he’s doing?” You’re standing with your palms pressed against a conference table in a police station in Washington. The projector casts a live shot of the news— a helicopter is chasing after the unsub in a car. The family you’re trying to protect is with him.

“He’s trying to flee.” Agent Rossi says, so matter of factly that it has you turning your attention to him instead.

You squint at him. “You saw this coming, didn’t you?”

He gestures to the screen. “You didn’t?”

“No, I did not.” You grit your teeth, moving so you’re now standing up straight. “I predicted he’d do something out of the blue. We all did. But we didn’t know he was going to kidnap them. That wasn’t part of his game.”

Rossi shrugs, “I’ve been in this job longer than you have, kiddo. It takes experience to know something like this. Don’t blame yourself.”

“What?” You let out a disbelieving scoff. “Listen here old man—”

“That’s enough.” Agent Hotchner cuts through your words, ending your little spat with Rossi. “We’re all here to do a job. So let’s do it.”

Faint footsteps sound behind you. You’re not sure who’s still in the office, but considering how late it is, there’s only a few people that come to mind.

“Hey, what are you doing here so late?” That all too recognisable voice makes your heart swoop. Spencer appears in your line of vision, his man-bag crossed over his torso. He looks ready to leave. “It’s nearly 7PM.”

“Oh.” You glance at the clock mounted on the wall. You didn’t realise that you were doing the paperwork for the Washington case for nearly 10 hours. “Guess I lost track of time.”

Spencer regards you for a minute. “Everything okay?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah. I’m fine.” You offer a weak smile, not trying to be bitchy to him like you were to the others earlier. You make a mental note to apologise to them tomorrow.

“It’s just— nevermind.” He shakes his head.

Your brows furrow, “No, what is it?”

“Ever since we got on that plane yesterday, you’ve been hostile.” Spencer rocks back and forth on his heels. “I know you don’t like to be profiled, I don’t either, but I know something is wrong.”

You twist in your chair, facing your computer screen with your hands hovering over the keyboard. You don’t want to talk about it, you just want to figure it out on your own.

“Y/N?” Spencer says your name and you look at him over your shoulder. His eyes all sparkly, his cheeks smooth, his lips… perfect.

You blink slowly. Your head isn’t in the right place, but your heart (and hormones) are.

You internally say fuck it and reach for the strap of his man-bag to pull him down to your level. Your breaths mingle and your eyes dart in a triangle from one eye to his lips to his other eye. And lo and behold, the triangle method actually works because Spencer leans in and you feel his lips ghost over your own.

And nothing.

He just stays in that position. Hunched down in your grip, lips mere millimetres away from your own and he doesn’t finish the job.

You breathe in a deep sigh, your senses being filled with his scent. “Why aren’t you kissing me?”

“I— I think it’s because I know you’re not yourself. It feels wrong.” Spencer's breath is minty as it fans over your cheeks and neck. You want to say something snarky, but you know he’s right. “I do want to kiss you, though. I’ve wanted to kiss you for a while now.”

You lean back a little, your eyes staring into his pretty brown ones. You don’t see a sign of a lie and your heart skips a beat. “Would it help if I admitted what’s going on? Would you kiss me then?” God, are you really that desperate to get kissed by Spencer Reid? Yes. Yes you are.

Spencer lowers into a crouch, one hand grips the armrest of your desk chair, whilst the other splays across your knee with a gentle squeeze. “If it helps you, then it’ll help me. Talk to me. Let me inside your pretty head.”

You reach out for his tie, fiddling with it to help your nerves. “You know I don’t like talking about how I feel, but this is something I can’t keep to myself anymore.”

Spencer nods, his hand on your knee giving you another squeeze. But this time in a reassuring way. That’s your go ahead sign to lay it all down.

“That case we did. The family where we couldn’t save them, where I couldn’t save them, keeps replaying in my head and I don’t know what to do to stop it.” You take a breath, your fingers still playing with his tie. “If we got there sooner, I know we could have stopped him from hurting them. From killing them. I feel like if I did or said something right or helpful, I could’ve saved them. I hate feeling like this because I know it isn’t my fault, but I just can’t help but feel guilty.”

Spencer stays quiet, letting your words sink in. “You’re right, it isn’t your fault.”

You sigh, dropping his tie and moving your attention to his face. To his lips.

“I wish I could go back in time and help.” You admit, feeling a small weight lift from your shoulders.

“I wish for that, too.” Spencer admits as well. Both of you find comfort in knowing you feel the same. It makes feeling like this just the little bit easier to deal with. “Thank you for sharing how you feel.”

You let out a small laugh. “Thank you for not dismissing me.”

“I could never dismiss you.” Spencer’s voice is soft and warm. His fingers slowly trail up and down your calf, sending a shiver through your body. “Would you like that kiss now?” The smirk on his lips has your stomach flipping and you want nothing more than for his lips to be on yours.

“I would very much like that kiss now.” You smile at him, leaning in and already feeling your body succumb to him. When your lips meet, you sigh. You’ve missed being able to be physical with him; it’s hard trying to stay colleagues when all you want is to be wrapped up in his arms.

Spencer lets his hands travel— up your thighs, round your back, cheekily up the hem of your dress. You moan lightly into his mouth and he swallows it.

Your hands grab for his collar to deepen the kiss. “More.” You mumble against his lips and he complies. Spencer bites your bottom lip to elicit a gasp from you so he can dive his tongue down your throat with ease.

You feel yourself involuntarily squeezing your thighs to quell the ache forming between your legs. God, you’d do anything to take him home with you right now.

Before you get a chance to start undoing his tie, a loud and clear cough comes from your right.

You stop moving but Spencer keeps going. Trailing open mouthed kisses along your jaw and down your neck, you now get a perfect view of Hotch standing outside his office with his arms crossed. You can’t make out what his face is portraying.

“Spence.” You tug on his collar, but he thinks you want him to go further. You feel his tongue lick a stripe up the column of your neck and you have to fight back a whimper.

You’d die on the spot if you let Aaron Hotchner hear you moaning.

“No. Spencer.” This time you push at his shoulders and the look he gives you makes you feel bad. But if you let him carry on, both of you would never be able to be in Hotch’s presence. Ever.

“Are you okay?” Spencer brushes a stray piece of hair behind your ear. “Did I do something you didn’t like?”

You shake your head, your fingers quickly straightening out Spencer's tie. “I loved it. You were good, but, um…” your eyes drift off to where Hotch is still standing.

It’s as if Spencer was zapped by lightning. He shoots back away from you, and somehow manages to hit every piece of furniture around him. You want to laugh but this situation doesn’t call for laughing. You’ve been caught by your boss making out in the middle of the BAU.

“Reid, L/N. Care to explain?” Hotch moves slowly down the stairs, his aura too strong for you to look him in the eyes right now.

You twiddle your thumbs. “He was just helping me finish this file report from the case yesterday.”

Hotch looks at Spencer, knowing that he’ll blab the truth. “She was upset about not being able to save them and I wanted to help ease her pain and—”

“That’s enough.” Hotch raises a hand. “Since it’s past working hours, I’ll make a one time allowance for this behaviour.”

You have a big sigh of relief and Spencer lets out an audible groan of embarrassment. “Sorry, sir. It won’t happen again.”

“You’re right. It won’t.” Hotch checks his watch and frowns. “I’m late for something. Finish that report and I’ll see you both tomorrow. Behaving correctly.”

You nod your head and Spencer keeps his head down staring at the floor. You watch Hotch leave the office and you finally let out your cringing grimace. “I am so sorry. I didn’t know he was here. I thought he left already.”

“I can’t be mad. I got to kiss the prettiest girl in here.”

“Shut up.”

Copyright credit to @reidalert as of 2024-present.

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OC Language and Vernacular Questions.

Is your OC a confident speaker? Do they find it easy to express themselves verbally? Or do they stutter or perhaps easily lose their train of thought?

Does your OC use any expressions or slang terms that are unique to the area in which they grew up, or a specific community of which they were once a member?

How often does your OC swear? Is it something that punctuates their everday speech? Or is it so unusual to hear them use "bad" language that it would shock those around them?

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Can other people recognise when your OC is angry or serious by the tone of their voice? Or does their language become coarser? Or perhaps more formal?

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Did your OC's parents or other caregivers use any specific terms of endearment for them as a child? Do (or would) they use similar terms for their own children?

Does your OC consider their voice particularly "sexy"? Do they try to adopt a more seductive tone in romantic situations? How successful are these efforts?

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Is your OC talented at creative writing, whether poetry or prose? Would they ever show their work to anyone else?

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Does your OC ever revert to baser, perhaps even coarser, ways of speaking when under stress or anxiety? Or are they consistently poised and self-controlled, no matter how difficult the situation?

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do homicipher characters experience arousal?

i want to preface this by saying that i am not in any way, shape, or form criticizing other homicipher writers and/or their headcanons. i absolutely adore the work i’ve seen from everyone and am grateful to be able to read it! this is simply my personal thoughts on this topic so i hope it doesn’t come across like i’m trying to demean anyone else’s work.

additional note: i write reader insert so i will be referring to us as the reader rather than mc, but my post should work for both interpretations ^^

this is something i’ve been thinking about a lot since i’m working on some nsfw homicipher headcanons myself. from what i’ve read, a lot of homicipher work headcanon the characters as not really experiencing and/or knowing what arousal is, at least until they meet the reader (which is extremely endearing and flattering, i love the concept, and there’s nothing wrong with it!) but i personally came to the conclusion that homicipher characters do experience arousal, and have experienced it before meeting the reader. however, i believe their perception of arousal differs from ours.

to start, the reason i think they experience arousal to begin with, is because arousal isn’t just an emotional or mental response, but also a physiological function. similar to other physical needs (ie: food, sleep, water)—which i think they also require though that’s for another post—arousal doesn’t necessarily require conscious thought or emotional processes. arousal can be merely a response to touch or certain sensory inputs, something that happens regardless of how we think or feel.

while i think arousal is a natural function for them, i don’t believe they are likely to have had sex with other homicipher characters. the reason for that is also why i say they experience arousal differently—they don’t understand attraction. this is based on both my personal bias of wanting them to ourselves, but also the in game interactions with mr. hood and mr. silvair, where they fail to grasp the concept of ‘liking’ an individual.

since they don’t experience attraction (yet!), i imagine their perception of arousal would be a mechanical or instinctual one; just something their bodies respond to. much like thoughtlessly scratching an itch, they likely address it more as a physical need to take care of, rather than associating it with any deeper desires or having it directed/related to another person.

my silly little reader insert loving self does insist that they feel some sort of attraction towards us, though, which i believe will be a newfound feeling for them that can change how they experience arousal. with them able to feel attraction towards us, their once neutral and unassuming need can become something more intimate, romantic, or even obsessive depending on the character.

tl;dr homicipher characters have always experienced arousal but only as a bodily function, as they don’t understand attraction until meeting and developing interest in the reader, which changes their perception of arousal to something more complex and intimate.

thank you everyone for reading my silly little shower thoughts. i hope this was coherent enough and made sense! (>^ω^<)

feel free to leave any of your thoughts below if you have any comments on this! and feel free to argue with me if you think i’m yapping nonsense... (･･;)