#i think this closely resembles the scene you imagine

[terrence-silver]

Cobra husbands are definitely so kumiko and Daniel coded because fighting to the death and giving up your life with that person because you want them to follow there own path is such a romantic thing I just need them to sit across a tiny table drinking tea and then they kiss in South Korea in there white gis

Enjoy, friend. 🍵

--- The Dojang's Teahouse. x

[semisolidmind]

Drops these thoughts in exchange for absolutely mauling your art.

Saved catnap would be down right horrifying to encounter in the woods-

If your just going for a quick walk, I think he’d just stalk you, ensuring you never get close to Angel’s property.

If you’re there for other reasons……well….CatNap has been debating making a new shire for Angel….(much to everyone else’s dismay and horror…)

And if the person sneaking onto the property has features resembling Angel (hair, eyes, clothing, etc), it gets a little…..off putting to into the barn….

(Also the image of CatNap just licking poor Angel while they’re sleeping beside him is so strong. Even more if he’s doing it to annoy DogDay and rub his scent on angel. Gotta lay your claim to your savior somehow!)

(oh god...catnap barn shrine.... consists of some stolen shirts, a comb, perhaps a throw blanket and some pillows, a picture (with anyone other than y/n scratched out) stolen from the mantle, a spare hairtie or two...anything catnap can get his paws on while the others are distracted or out of the house)

and the idea of catnap occasionally "borrowing" his savior has been on my mind. like, he'll get just close enough to them, quietly from behind, to subtly breath a little red smoke on them. just enough to knock them out. then he'll gently carry them up to his nest in the barns' hayloft. he just wants to hold them, but knows y/n doesn't trust him enough to really let him close.

he spends that time where they're knocked out nuzzling them and purring up a storm. he knows the stupid dog will be breaking down his door to retrieve y/n as soon as he realizes they're gone, so....catnap makes the most of his time with them.

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ive also been imagining a scene where y/n leaves dogday and the girls inside to make dinner, and goes out onto the back porch. it's dark, and they can't really see much beyond where the porch light can reach, but...they know catnap is out there. they can see the barest trace of his lanky silhouette in the trees beyond the barn.

his white pupils glow through the gloom. his heavy stare pins y/n in place.

with no better ideas, y/n sits, legs dangling over the edge of the deck. they maintain eye contact with catnap. after a beat of silence, they make the one noise no cat can resist.

pssp pssp pssp.

catnap is confused, if the perk of his ears and small tilt of his head is anything to go by.

but, he does take a slow step out of the trees, recognizing the sound as a summons. he begins to cross the yard, getting closer, never taking his eyes off of y/n. his slow stalking gait is anxiety inducing, but y/n tries to keep it together. they have a plan.

they want to get catnap more comfortable with them, with the house, to help better integrate him into their little family. perhaps a little TLC will make the stray cat more personable.

he looks ready to run despite his intimidating facade. his long tail flicks from side to side. curious, but cautious. his eyes never leave y/n.

catnap slowly gets closer and closer, eventually coming into the light. y/n always forgets how big he and dogday actually are; that sheer size is less threatening on dogday, who y/n knows won't hurt them. they're not so sure about catnap.

the massive toy looms over them in spite of his cautious, low posture.

y/n slowly raises their hands, palms upturned. an invitation.

catnap's eyes flicker to their hands for a second before returning to their face. y/n can only hope he understands what they're inviting him to do.

the feline slowly, carefully, steps forward. he sets his heavy head into y/n's palms. he begins to purr when they ever so softly begin to scratch his chin and behind his ears.

moving out of y/n's space, catnap backs away. quiet and uneasy, y/n lets him go. they know that the process of "rehabilitating" him will take time and patience. getting him used to them and the others will be a struggle. but for now, they're just happy that they could get him to accept touch at all.

he knows that the small, tentative smile on their face is...proud, perhaps. happy that he's accepted their care. despite his hesitation, he soaks in the feeling of his savior's hands on him. he can't remember the last time he'd felt a gentle touch. catnap leans into the motions, eyelids drooping a little in contentment. his white eyes remain locked on y/n's face, his pupils dilating a bit. they seem more at ease with him like this. he basks in their simple affection for several minutes, his purring the only sound; he's thoroughly enjoying the peaceful moment between the two of them.

however, a crash from inside and the raucous voices of the other toys startle him into alertness. his eyes widen, pupils shrinking back to slits and his ears lay flat against his head. he hears y/n gasp in surprise, pulling their hands back. catnap's a bit disappointed at the loss of their touch, but knows that it's better not to invite the ire of the other toys by lingering too long. the moment has passed, and he can feel y/n's unease growing again.

the large toy stalks off into the darkness. y/n waits until he's safely beyond the trees to stand and open the door. they cast one last look into the night before heading back inside to mediate whatever accident just occurred.

catnap, as standoffish as he appears, treasures the small gesture he's just received. he returns to the woods, pleased and purring to himself; thinking about the scrap of affection he's been granted from the hands of his beloved savior. he'll be sure to seek them out for more.

[gallusrostromegalus]

In honor of the season, what are holidays like in the spirit world? Have they been infected by Christmas yet? I imagine they inherit some popular ones from the world of the living, but also the unique holidays of the afterlife must be wild.

You come to me, on the eve of the High Holiday of Halloween, and ask me about Christmas??

I'm kidding, you're asking about holidays in general but my unsuspecting Agnostic Ass just got jumpscared by Mariah Carey, and I'm sensitive. It's not the season. Not for another 48 hours at least. Do Not Violate The Sacred Treaty.

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Anyway, this ended up in my drafts for a few days, so: Christianity has not really gotten a foothold in soul society, but via cultural osmosis "Xmas" has. Nobody in a Shinto afterlife believes in monotheism, but they love a holiday and a Saint is practically a Kami anyway, but.... It's "Xmas" because the holiday in no way remotely resembles Christmas as practiced in the living world.

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Scene: 4th Division hospital, a few days after Rukia is rescued and Aizen departed for Las Noches:

"-CHAD!!" Ichigo bellows, almost falling in through the doorway of the hospital room, wheezing.

"I am very sure you are not supposed to be out of bed." Chad frowned, looking up from the copy of the history of soul society Captain Komamura had lent him to read while he recovered.

It was strange, to be in the care of the very people he had thought to be senseless killers not two weeks ago, but he was finding the Shinigami a generally agreeable lot. Even if the captain that controlled the hospital reminded him unpleasantly of a nun with her chaste dress, soft voice and understated but constant threat of violence.

"YOU NEED YO HEAR THIS-! He- hee-" Ichigo stumbled over to his bed and curled up on his side overcome with giggles.

"... I'm beginning to think I am incorrect." Sighed the pale-haired man at the door, frowning down at Ichigo.

"Jushiro Ukitake, I don't think I've had the pleasure of your acquaintance yet, Mr.-?" The man introduced himself and offered Chad a hand.

"Uh. Yasutora. Sado Yasutora. But everyone calls me Chad." He mumbled, cautiously shaking hands with the stranger. "You're um. You're Miss Rukia 's boss, right?"

"Yes! I believe you are her friend with the pet parakeet and good throwing arm, yes?" Ukitake beamed at him and Chad was suddenly struck by the idea that he'd seen Ukitake at a family reunion before - Impossible, obviously, but the man had the intense aura of a distant uncle. "Good show that, she loves being hurled at an opponent!"

"Oh. Thank you." Chad mumbled, Ichigo finally catching his breath. "...What are you incorrect about?"

"Christmas, apparently." Ukitake frowned, and Ichigo dissolved into snickering again. "He says you're something of an expert on the actual mythology, I only have third-hand accounts, you see-"

"No!" Gasped Ichigo, reaching over to tug at Mr. Ukitake's sleeve. "You gotta tell him!"

"I am Catholic, yes." Chad nodded. "-go on. It can't be less accurate than the version Dr. Kurosaki- Uh, Ichigo's dad- gave me last year."

"Yeah it can-" Ichigo wheezed.

"Well, ah- Christmas is a birthday celebration for an important religious figure, right?" Ukitake tried.

"Yep!" Chad nodded, giving Ukitake a thumbs up.

"The birth of Rudolph, the Star-nosed reindeer?" Ukitake tried.

Chad stared at him blankly for a moment, before his thumbs-up slowly wilted into a thumbs down and Ichigo vibrated silently with hysterics. Chad opened and closed his mouth a few times, hand waving, then covered his mouth, searching for words. Eventually he reached out and gently put his hand on the captain's shoulder to explain as delicately as possible-

"...No." Said Chad.

Ichigo rolled off the bed with a dull thud.

"-I am, however, fascinated." Chad elaborated. "Please continue."

"...I'm really sorry that I am this ignorant of your religious dogma." Ukitake winced.

"It's- don't worry about it. Tell me what you think happens on Rudolph's birthday." Chad said, sitting back and pressing his hands together.

"Well- oh, how does it start? Right- there's the Monks- Saints? that give out presents to well-behaved children during the winter holidays- Saint Claus, Saint Nicolas and Saint Kringle. And they're all very old men, and with good judgement about who does and does not deserve presents, so they're called the three wise men!"

Ichigo made a noise like a teakettle from the floor.

"Oh. Oh no." Chad giggled.

"And they travel the entire world giving out presents, but that's A Lot of houses and it was taking them longer and longer so they prayed to... I forget the name Catholics have for Amaterasu. Guadalupe?"

Chad made a noise not unlike a violently squeezing a rubber duck, and started to shake.

"-So they pray for some help getting all the presents to the children, and Whoever She Is says they're doing good deeds, but she wants to see if they're REALLY worthy of that kind of miracle, so she sends them on a journey to recover some lost holy treasures, and on the way each of the holy men wrestles with and tames a demon representing some vice or another-"

"-I. I think you've gotten the Star of Bethlehem mixed up with The Journey West." Chad realized, hands pressed together in front of his face.

"Yes that's right! She marks the direction they're supposed to be going with a bright star! So they go West, following the star! "-Ok the three wise men traveling from the east following a star part is, in fact, accurate. What's this about demons?"

"It's some sort of allegory about how all the Saints are virtues so the demons represent the vices people fall into around the holiday- Being punitive or penurious and ruining good things for others. They all had weird names-" Ukitake frowned.

"What's going on?" Captain Kyorauku asked, sticking his head in the door.

"You'll know!" Ukitake chirped with excitement. "-What are the three demons the saints conquer in the Christmas myth?"

"Krampus the Child-beater, Scrooge the Miser, and... Ah fuck I always mispronounce the last one. He's green and he sucks? The Goonch?" Shunsui frowned.

"THE GOONCH?" Ichigo shrieked from the floor.

"I. I think you mean The Grinch." Chad said, experiencing a brand new combination of horror, delight and fascination that felt like the emotional equivalent of a shrimp color.

"That's him! Oscar The Grinch!" Shunsui nodded. "Why, its only August? Also, what's Kurosaki doing on the floor?

"We are apparently very misninformed about the mythlogical origins of Christmas. This amuses Kurosaki to the point of hysterics." Ukitake explained, lightly nudging Ichigo aside with his foot and sitting on the foot of Chad's bed.

"Your version is so much better." Chad said, vibrating with excitement. "What are these treasures they're supposed to get?"

"Oh you had to ask- Shunsui love, you were the one that heard it all from Captain Kuchiki when he did his tour in the living world."

"Oh for fuckssake of course it's Byakuya-" Ichigo groaned from the floor, and Ukitake gently kicked him in the ribs to shush him.

"Uhhhh... Let's see-" Shunsui scratched at his beard."There's Eight Lost Treasures, they're all magical bells that give anyone who rings them supernatural abilities- there's the Bell of Speed, Bell of Grace, Bell of Balance, Bell of Cunning, Bell of... ah fuck. I always forget the two in the middle... -Oh! Bell of destination- not like fate, like, always being able to find your way to where you're going. Bell of Affection, Bell that gives power over wind and Bell that gives power over lighting!"

Chad blinked at him, then slowly crumpled into a ball.

"...Mr. Yasutora?" Ukitake asked, gently touching his shoulder.

"This is amazing. I love it. I'm going to die." he whimpered, voice high and tight as he struggled to breathe from laughing.

"We may have already lost Mr. Kurosaki." Shunsui muttered, poking Ichigo's shoulder with his toe. "Anyway, they conquer the demons, get all the magical bells and make it to the distant city, aand Amaterasu says 'Great job!" Ukitake continued, enthusiastic as they approached his favorite part. "-But she says 'Here's your final test: I'm going to give a special gift to one of these creatures, you tell me which is the most deserving of my favor.' and then she turns them loose in some kind of farm with talking animals. They're all good and noble animals that have done many brave deeds- dogs saved children from drowning, horse that ran across a battlefield to deliver a message that stopped a war and so on- eventually the saints find a brand new baby fawn with a bright red nose. Since it was born just that morning, it's never done anything of note, and the other animals don't really like it because it's red nose means its kind of sickly and it cant see well so they don't want to play with it."

"YES!" Chad cheered, making the connection.

"Oh, that part is right?" Ukitake perked up.

"Not even remotely, but it's amazing. They pick the fawn right?

"That's right! The saints tell Amaterasu that the Baby deer Rudolph is the one that deserves her blessing, because while all the animals here are noble and good, no good deed is better than another, and of all the animals, the sickly little deer is the one that really needs her help."

"Oh no." Ichigo whimpered from the floor. "That's actually like. genuinely heartwarming."

"Amaterasu applauds them, because they've made the right choice, and she gives the power of the star to the baby deer so it very literally glows like a headlight, and She turns the eight magical bells into a herd of deer that all have the powers the bells they were made from had, so Rudolph has a family and the three wise men have a team of nine magical deer to pull the flying sleigh she gives them, and then they are able to deliver all the presents to all the children of the world in one night, and they do it every year on Rudolph's birthday, because he was the first one to receive a proper Christmas present!" Ukitake finished, giving Chad an excitable two thumbs up.

Chad, slowly tipped forward, faintly hissing with silent laughter, then rolled off the bed to join Ichigo on the floor. Ukitake peered after him with concern, until chad slowly raised a weak, shaking hand up to give Ukitake a thumbs up back.

"-What I can't figure is how the bucket of fried chicken fits into all that?" Shunsui pondered, and the boys shrieked with laughter.

[punkshort]

I was thinking about Swept Away (like always) and an idea came to my mind... What if... IF... Joel was like, watching 🌽 and reader wanted to ask him something and just open the door.

Alright let's talk about it. Smut (18+ MDNI) ahead!

You were supposed to be at the spa for the afternoon. Before you left, you even told him you wouldn't be back until closer to dinner. That was fine with him. He could get some work done in quiet. But when you had breezed through the living room, accidentally dropping your bag on the floor, you leaned over to pick up your things. He was fairly certain you didn't do it on purpose, but when you bent over he caught a glimpse of your underwear. Lacy. Lavender colored. Barely any coverage.

He recognized them. La Perla. His assistant spent thousands there before your trip, picking out bags and bags of lingerie for you.

Did it need to be La Perla? No. Of course not. He didn't even think he would ever see them on you. But he wanted to give you all the finest things, and if it made you feel good, then it was money well spent.

Were you wearing the matching bra? He remembered it. It was see through lace with some decorative trim. What color were your nipples? He would be able to tell through that bra, no question.

You straightened up and he averted his eyes, swallowing thickly as he stared blankly at his laptop.

"Can I get you anything while I'm out?"

He glanced back up at you right as you were fixing the strap on your dress that had fallen off your shoulder, revealing a quick flash of your bra strap. Fuck, you were wearing it.

He shook his head, unable to answer, and you disappeared out the door.

He wrestled with a hard on for the next fucking hour. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop thinking of you in that lingerie, what you would look like all sprawled out on his bed while he sucked at your nipples through the thin, delicate fabric.

Work was slow. Fuck it.

He clicked out of his email program and slammed the computer shut before storming off to his bedroom, adjusting himself through his shorts as he moved.

Turning the television on, he scrolled through the channels until he found Playboy TV, Hustlers, Penthouse.

He leaned back in bed and picked one, just looking to let off some steam and not expecting after two minutes to see a girl who bore a striking resemblance to you pop up on the screen.

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath while he watched the girl fall to her knees before some guy. She ran her hands up and down his thighs and looked up at him, making sure he was watching when she took him in her mouth.

She moaned around his cock and her eyelids futtered closed like it was the best thing she had ever tasted and he quickly tugged his shorts and boxers down, gripping his own cock in his fist.

Her breasts were fake, he could tell that a mile away, but she had similar facial features. Same length and color hair, same color eyes, same beautifully shaped lips. Skin that looked so soft, skin that he yearned to touch and lick and pinch and bite. He stroked his dick, imagining you on your knees for him with your perfect lips wrapped around him, gazing up at him like you were fucking thankful for it.

There was a cut scene then the girl in the video was bent over a couch. She gasped sharply, which turned into a deep moan when the man in the video slowly entered her from behind. Joel could see the enjoyment on her face. The pure bliss at the feeling of being stretched open and filled. Fuck, he wanted to do that to you. He wanted to see what your face would look like when he first stuffed you full of him. He wanted to hear the noises you would make when he began to fuck you, when he sucked on your tits and when he smacked your ass. He wanted to see what you would look like when you came. The sounds you would make. He wanted to hear his name from your lips when he made you come. Would you scream it? Or would you whisper it in his ear?

Shit, he was close. He was too wound up. He spent too much time being fucking hard, wishing it would go away, and now his pleasure would come to a very quick end.

He groaned loudly into the room when he felt that heat build at the base of his spine. His stomach tightened and he groaned again, his eyes squeezing shut while he pretended the noises coming from the television were actually coming from you.

And then it all happened at the same time.

He couldn't hear anything. He was too far gone, his excitement too unmanageable. He only opened his eyes right when he came, when he shot thick, white ropes of his seed all over his hand, but at the same time, at the exact same fucking time, he saw movement by his door.

He had imagined you were saying his name, but it turned out, you really were. Just not in the same way he had pictured.

His door slammed shut while his cock was still dribbling the lasts bits of spend from the tip, his hips pathetically rocking upwards from the mattress to fuck his hand.

"Oh, shit," he gasped, in both pleasure and pain. How much did you see? This was bad. This was worse than you walking in on him changing, but the damage was already done, so he took his time. He turned off the television and cleaned himself up slowly while his mind cleared and the seriousness of what just happened began to settle in.

He gripped the bathroom sink and stared at his reflection in the mirror, his chest still heaving ever so slightly from his climax. He needed to get you out of his fucking head before he did something really stupid. Something he couldn't take back. Something that couldn't be explained away.

The way he saw it, he had two choices: he could leave there and pretend like it never happened, like it was no big deal, and wave away your apologies.

Or.

Or he could tell you the truth. He could use it as an opportunity to come clean. To be honest. To tell you he wanted you so fucking bad that it hurt. That he tried to deny himself, he tried to be a gentleman, but it was impossible. Your allure was too much. It drew him in and fucked with his head, twisted him up and made him feel all crazy and out of control.

He knew what he had to do. He took a deep breath and stepped out of his room, his eyes landing on your bedroom door, and raised his hand to knock.

[cho-aaacho]

—Dress to Kill

Masterlist

Summary : From head to toe, Gojo emanates a sweetness, and from the depths of his eyes to the warmth of his heart, he exudes an undeniable warmth. But when he says, "How about we shower together?" your world feels upside down.

Trembling, heart pounding, and being caught in confusion—these are the words to describe your current emotional state. You can't imagine that you could experience the day when Gojo invites you to his apartment. 

His invitation is as rare as a meteor sighting—perhaps something you were unaware of from someone like him. 

"How about we eat cake at my apartment?"

And you just nodded, like a fool, melting away by his charm.

You had never seen him drive before; as far as you knew, he always preferred to walk, and of course, it made you nervous to have him beside you, sharing the same atmosphere, giggling together, and hearing him laugh while calling your name. 

How could you survive this?

It was pretty amazing because Gojo is less talkative this time; he lets himself drown in tranquility. He was driving in quietly, stealing a glance, and letting out a soft chuckle in response to your question. 

Oh, dear God, his side profile is beautiful—resembling a male version of Snow White. How does he casually walk around with such a pretty face and beautiful eyes? It was a mystery you may never understand.

"Gojo-san..."

"Please, don't be shy; make yourself at home."

From head to toe, he is so sweet, and from eyes to heart, he is so warm. Once again, you find yourself profoundly thankful to have someone as sweet and warm-hearted as him as your coworker.

As you two safely arrived at Gojo's apartment, he glided to the kitchen and muttered something you couldn't quite hear. He was probably talking about coffee and cake, which he had mentioned earlier.

When he comes back and draws closer, you'll see him holding two cups of coffee and two pieces of cheesecake. A genuine, cute smile dances on his lips, reflecting his joyful mood and the sheer delight he takes in this moment.

A subtle blush adds a touch of charm to his pale cheeks, beautiful to be honest, hinting at a desire to share something slightly embarrassing.

He says. "I'm thinking of taking a shower before we dig into dinner. How about you?"

"Um... maybe I'm just waiting for Gojo-san to finish his shower. I'm fine."

"Oh..." He nodded and raised his head, locking eyes with yours as if attempting to scan your very soul. Initially, you didn't catch his gaze, but when he opened his mouth and suggested, "How about we shower together?"

A peculiar sensation stirs within you.

You don't quite remember what led to this scene, but the thing you could feel was being in the same bathtub with Gojo. His arms securely wrapped around your waist, trapped you inside his own realm, sharing a lukewarm bath, mixing with the delicate embrace of strawberry soap lingering in the atmosphere.

Gojo is incredibly close to yours—too close that you almost catch his own breath brushing against your moist neck. His plump lips trace the contours of your shoulder, creating a desire within you.

"You're trembling; are you okay?" He whispered, trying so hard to control his desire. 

Well, it's the first time for both of you to see each other without any clothes. What were your reactions to all of this?

You could see his legs and thighs touching yours, and, oh, God, he's incredibly pale, almost resembling freshly fallen snow. His wet hair adds an extra beat to your weak heart, and the way his delicate palm caresses your back sends shivers down your spine.

How does Gojo Satoru know your weakness? It's driving you crazy. How does he know all of this?

"No... I mean, yes, I'm fine. I'm just thinking about you—about Gojo-san. Is it okay if we're like this?"

He chuckled. "Do you think I'm a weirdo? Well, I'm sorry, eh?" 

He added. "No one dares to bother us. If you are afraid of Gakuganji ruining our healthy relationship, I just simply say goodbye to him."

"Huh?"

"Save it for later. How about we eat after this, and I'll tell you about everything? How do you say, sweetheart?"

[mistydeyes]

hiiiiiii can you please do a reader who is captain of a all woman force like top 3 military ranks and shes young to and she dates gaz ex

When 141 raid las v they get over powered by shadows and laswell knew this would happen so she calls in reader and her team to help 141 are there thinking fight until you drop until they see soldiers in all black military outfits with masks take down shadows no sweat. And then soap comes up like “thanks man who are you” and she’s like “we’re the widows” and uncovers her mask to reveal she’s a woman…….

I always imagined in the cod world an black widow inspired branch

THANK YOU SO MUCH AND YOU ARE LOVED,GORGEOUS,SMART,WORTHY 💕💕💕

thank you so much for requesting and the kind words! highkey wish they would introduce a group of badass fighter women into the modern warfare universe

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summary: Working behind the scenes is a group of highly trained and focused women. They're only whispers until the 141 is put into a perilous position and require rescuing.

pairing: Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x fem!reader

warnings: swearing, depictions of violence

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"How's that lover boy of yours doing, Angel?" your second-in-command joked. You rolled your eyes as you closed your final page of post-op paperwork. "Probably trying to beat his mates in a push-up contest," you replied, laughing at the thought of Kyle doing anything else. Despite what you thought, Gaz was pinned down in an empty cargo container in the middle of Mexico. While Ghost and Soap provided cover, he was trying to contact Laswell through a majority-busted radio. "Watcher-1, it's Bravo team," he shouted before he heard the broken-up replies from Laswell. Price pulled the radio out of his hands before he took the tiny window of opportunity to respond. "Watcher-1, we need emergency evac," he rapidly said with a hoarse tone, "we need help, Watcher-1." 

Your restful slumber was awoken by a hurried set of knocks on your quarter's door. You hastily jumped out of bed and opened it to reveal a private, standing sheepishly in front of you. "Sorry to wake you ma'am but Chief Station Laswell is online in the conference room and she wants to speak to you," they said hastily and you quickly followed after them, disregarding the current state you were in. An hour later, you, your lieutenant, and sergeants were on a helo to Las Alamas, Mexico. "They say what kind of shit they're in?" Iris, your most junior sergeant, asked over the howling night air and the sound of rotating helicopter blades. "Only that it's Captain Price's men and their last comm came from a storage container," you replied. Your team could tell you were worried and your lieutenant threw an arm around your shoulders. "We'll get them and make sure Sergeant Kyle is safe, Major," she reassured but this did nothing to help the growing pit in your stomach and the pooling sweat in your palms. Why the fuck did you let this happen, Price?

"Evac in 2 hours," the pilot called over the comms and your team dispersed into the rubble of what resembled a base. You used the back of your hand to shield your masked face from the kicked-up sand and dirt. The midnight black balaclavas felt hot against your face but you disregarded the minor discomfort. Countless bodies of the private militia group, the Shadows, littered the ground and you kicked over each body in a fruitless attempt to identify them. "Cargo holds should be 2 clicks to our north," Viper, your lieutenant, directed and you signaled them to follow your lead. You approached cautiously, hiding behind other containers and building rubble as you swept for enemy reinforcements. You looked down to see a cluster of heat signatures heading your way. "Hold on," you directed with a fist in the air, "we got company." The group stopped on your command and you quickly devised a plan, "Iris and Artemis, you take overwatch," you commanded as they began to move in careful sprints, "Cosmo, you and I will move towards the cargo," with that, you dispersed and moved quickly under the guise of dust.

As soon as you neared the rusted metal structure, you could hear a cacophony of shouts followed by the piercing sound of bullets. "Get down, Angel," you could hear your sergeant yell and you thudded to the ground. Amongst the dust, you could see the soldiers fall one by one with your team's sniper rounds filing through them like they were paper. Despite feeling absolute pride in their skill set, you were interrupted by a tight grip on your ankles. You turned to see a Shadow Company member crawling towards you, knife ready to attack. The adrenaline kicked in as you slammed your boot into their face and prepared to go on the offensive. As they were momentarily stunned, you took the opportunity to savagely jump on their back and crudely drag their knife along their neck. "Good night," you whispered before letting them fall to the ground with a thud. You continued to move to your target, gingerly wiping the reddened blood on your pants. Cosmo didn't question your appearance as you entered her vision and resumed the mission. When you reached the outer doors of the container, your other two remaining members had joined.

You knocked in succession, a code Laswell had told you before you departed. After a few moments of anticipation, the door slowly opened to reveal the tired and grimy faces of Price's team. You looked around and lost count of the amount of injuries you noticed and how some of their limbs were turned in unnatural ways. You could feel your chest tighten as you looked to find Kyle amongst the empty shell cartridges. You were comforted when you saw his face peer over the group. You walked over to him and hugged him tightly, savoring the feeling of knowing he was safe in your arms. "Thank you for the rescue," you could hear him whisper before he pulled you back into an embrace. "You know these lads, Garrick?" you could hear someone say. You turned to see the bruised and cut face of Soap as he tried to feign a smile. Before Kyle could respond, you were sure to make yourself and your team known. "We're not men, Sergeant," you said confidently, peeling off your dusty and blood-soaked mask, "we're the widows."

[kisakis-boyfriend]

Ok, so, originally I was going to submit this as a request, but I think it's safe to say I went a little overboard with the details and… well... have a thirsty drabble instead. (also, just know that there was supposed to be more praise and dirty talk in this thing, but I couldn't write it in a way that felt right (I'm not that good at writing sex scenes), so feel free to fill in the blanks as your imagination dictates)

This is a trans!Kaeya x male Reader scenario, and some relevant information before we begin: Reader has a Hydro vision and is part of the Knights.

The setting is this: A new domain showed up on the outskirts of Dragonspine. Do you the odd nature of it (resembling a very, very large ice maze filled with environmental puzzles and natural hazards alike) the Knights and the Adventurers Guild are running a joint operation to clear and map it out. They send in 3 pairs of people at a time to disable traps, solve puzzles, find exit points and map the general layout of the maze. Considering the shear size of the domain and it's complete lack of any kind of monsters, it isn't unusual for people to be gone for 4-5 days at a time.

Finally it's yours and Kaeya's turn. You've already been in here for about 3 days, and during that time you haven't come across any monsters, but an abundance of traps, hazards and an eclectic collection of various odds and ends instead. The two of you are set to explore for one more day before making your way to the nearest exit point. During your (frankly speaking- aimless) wandering you stumble upon a large dead end chamber with what look to be natural hot springs in the back. Deciding that the area is a good place to rest you set up camp after thoroughly inspecting your surroundings for any traps or hazards. After setting up camp and having a meal, you agree to take a dip in the hot springs before retiring for the day.

While in the water, you decide that some fun is in order. You press a kiss to the back of Kaeya's neck before pulling him into your lap (his back to your chest) as if you want to cuddle. (Well you do want to cuddle, so you'll take a few minutes to savour the closeness.) You then begin to lightly run your hands over his chest and abdomen, before sliding them down his thighs and opening his legs to expose his cute pussy. You use your vision to form several small tendrils from the water and have them start touching and teasing Kaeya's cunt.

Normally you try to give him an orgasm or two (if you were feeling generous) during your foreplay before using your cock to fuck him stupid. But you're feeling mean today and decide that edging him until he's a whimpering, begging mess would be fun. So, you keep your touches light, eventually sending a few tendrils into Kaeya's cunt to prep him for your cock. You hush his whining with a swift pinch to his clit and a teasing growl of "Only good boys get rewarded, sweetheart. Will you be a good boy for me?". And what is Kaeya to do, but submit to your whims.

After an unknown amount of time (about an hour), you decide that your darling has been teased enough and it's time to give him his reward for being such a good boy. You form three other tendrils and have one wrap around Kaeya's chest a few times while the other two wrap around his calves to maneuver him into a better position as you slip out from behind him and stand between his spread legs. You take a few moments to admire his debauched appearance, from his dazed expression, to the water glinting off his skin and finally to the sight of his puffy pussy seemingly stretched and clenching around nothing.

After a searing kiss, you take a hold of his hips and slowly sink your cock into him, all while you command the multiple tendrils still in his cunt to coalesce into one that's about the same size as your cock. With a coo of "It's time for the good boy to get his reward." you start thrusting. It doesn't take long for Kaeya to reach his end with all the teasing you've been doing. You, however, are just getting started, and you know that you won't be satisfied with only one. So you fuck him through his orgasm into overstimulation, alternating your thrusts with the tendril, or sometimes thrusting in sync.

You take your sweet time to empty two or three loads in his cunt, and by the time you have your fill, Kaeya has nearly blacked out from the intense pleasure. After pulling out your cock, you use the tendril still in his cunt to clean him out with a few swift movements, forcing one last orgasm out of him and sending him into unconsciousness.

Once your darling is sufficiently cleaned You pick him up and get out of the hot springs. You use your vision one last time to get as much water off of the both of you as possible while you carry your passed out (and well fucked) lover into your cosy tent for some well earned rest.

And that's a wrap folks, hopefully you've enjoyed the brainrot that has kept me in a vice for the past 2 weeks. 🌸

This is too good... Literally three of my favorite things: Hot springs, tentacles, and Kaeya 🩵

Thank you so much for gracing me and everyone else with this masterpiece! 💞

[thebadboyfanclub]

It Is Time (Daemon x Reader)

This is probably the softest imagine I have written and it was so much fun. I was listening to line without a hook so you get the vibe I was going for.

To be married into the Targaryen was considered a chance of a lifetime for most, however a marriage with the princess of the Summer Islands was a miracle, when (y/n)s father send the raven of her being open to wedlock Jahaerys was the first to respond, offering Daemon as a suitable husband, to align such foreign force was a must for the Targaryens, Daemon at first had retaliated, denying to part take in a loveless marriage with a woman he had never seen to just be a pawn of the king.

That quickly changed when (y/n) visited kings landing, “The diamond of the Summer islands” she was known for her bewitching nature, as she walked next to her father like she owned the place Daemon swallowed thickly at what his eyes were experiencing, it looked like she was a mystical fairy merely flowing instead of using her feet, she was a different type of beauty, a thicker frame with tanned dark skin from the place of endless summer, tall frame and curly hair, her eyes resembled that of a fox, full of mischief and secrets. The daughter of house Truefyre had brought Daemon to his knees with a single glance, once he greeted her and got a hold of her hand he felt shivers down his spine.

“It was the first time I felt like the Gods smiled down at me”

Their wedding was the talk of Westeros, (y/n) and Daemon danced the night away, whispers a of a the union growing strong took over as Daemon was seen tending to his lady wife in every way, shape and form, he was put under a spell that he never wanted to break free from.

“What is it my diamond?”

“I haven’t�� bled”

“Oh…. Oh!”

Realisation hit daemon like a stone in the head, Daemon and (y/n) had been every affectionate with one another, Daemon would always have a hand touching (y/n) and there have been rumours of Daemon letting his hand slip in more inappropriate parts, how could he resist? His lady wife was the most perfect creature, his precious diamond that he held close in hopes to protect her forever.

Daemon was not a man of exaggerating declares of happiness, at the news of his wife being with his child he simply smiled and placed a kissed on her forehead before kneeling to be in the same height as her belly.

“I cannot wait to meet you little one”

(Y/n) had wished to reside to the Summer islands, away from duties and pointless dinner with backstabbing lords that would arse kiss in front of her face, her father was gracious enough to offer a castle right next to the sea shore as her wedding gift, Daemon could not deny his love such joy, he also secretly wanted to have a quiet life with his family.

As the morrows came and went (y/n) was changing by the hour, her lady nature kicked in with impeccable strength, compelling the princess to shed tears at the sight of a cat playing with her kittens, her hand was always caressing her growing belly as she sang to the babe while sitting in a swing located in a beautiful orange tree, the breeze passing through her as she rested in the shade and enjoyed the sounds of nature.

“The princess requested for deer meat with… peach jam”

Daemon found himself giving her strange requests to the cooks more than he liked to admit, it was almost a daily ritual for her to wake up in all hours of the night and beg her husband for stuff like plum juice and oysters, strawberry cake and beef meat, he would sometimes think her cravings were the reason of her sickness, although he was smarter than uttering his concern, he would simply nod and go searching for whatever she had asked for.

“I have gotten fat”

“You are with child”

“I am fat with child”

Daemon took in the scene of his wife standing as she watched herself in the mirror, she had gotten bigger as time went on but that was normal for her journey in motherhood. He had been reading a book in his bed when he puffed out a breath and stood up to approach her, (y/n) quickly went to wrap herself with her silk rob yet Daemon stopped her, on her vanity she had an open jar of cream that she would often run her belly with, it soothed her from the itching. Daemon took a small amount and gently went over the stretched skin with care.

“You are a mother, a beautiful woman that is strong enough to carry a child in her with such grace that you make it seem easy, I look at you and I see the world in those dark hues of yours”

“You are going to make me cry”

“I am going to make you happy and when the time comes and our baby is born I will be sure to let them know how infuriatingly gorgeous their mother was when you were carrying them”

“I hope it is a girl”

“I pray that it is healthy, now it is time you rest and no more talking down on your figure, the mother of my child will never be disrespected like that”

Daemon had been (y/n)s shadow, making sure she had everything her heart desires and was happy until she laid next to him with a grin, it was the only way Daemon could drift off, he wouldn’t be able to even sleep for an hour if he wasn’t certain his wife was unwell, especially now that she was risking her life for the birth of their child.

“Daemon, Daemon wake up”

“What is it? What’s wrong?”

“It is time”

“Oh seven hells, I’ll summon the maester”

“No, no, take me to the ocean”

“(Y/n) it is not the time to swim”

“Daemon for the love of everything that is holy, take me to the fucking ocean”

Daemon was smart enough to understand there was no room for him to protest and not to even negotiate about it, he simply took his dear wife gently in his arms as she grunted and moaned and safely let her feel the coldness of the ocean waves. (Y/n) was overcome by a sense of relief from her muscles as the water soothed the ache, washing it away with each wave, her back resting against a rock with her legs spread wide open to give the babe access.

“Now may I call the maester?”

“No, I don’t want them here”

“Why?”

“I want you to be the first one to hold it, not a bunch of people who will let me know the gender before the status of the babes health”

Daemon empathised with his love, wet nurses and maesters were known for not quite caring of anyone’s health, only to deliver the next heir of the Targaryen bloodline.

Daemon nodded mostly to himself before he kneeled so he can take a proper look and guide his wife as much as he could.

“Now I am not trained for this but I’ll do my best”

“It’s alright my sweet, I just need you to hold it when it gets here”

(Y/n) was doing a wonderful job during the entire labour, if Daemon did not know any better he would say (y/n) had gotten through labour a thousand of times, the sound of the ocean calmed her nerves and the cold water seemed to come in to use as beats of sweat appeared on her forehead, she would often ask Daemon to splash her in the face or her chest.

“Here we go my diamond, just a little more”

It had been the wee hours of the morning until the babe was released from her, relief washed over her as her legs could finally spread flat and rest. Daemon caught the babe that was greeted by the ocean first before it was finally secure in their fathers arms, the beautiful little star cried while Daemon cut the cord with his dagger.

“Is the babe alright?”

“The dragon is as strong as her mother”

“Her? A girl?”

“Indeed”

“Give her to me”

Daemon silently complied, passing the fragile little girl in her mothers arms. (Y/n) had never felt more accomplished before, she delivered her daughter right as she wished, with her husband and with the strength of the ocean.

In her land the sea goddess was also the goddess of fertility, frequently plenty of couples would bring their babes to the shore and let the water caress the babes skin as a thank you to the goddess for allowing them to expand their families, to be able to give birth right in the goddesses home was a dream for a plethora of women.

“How about Ariel?”

“An unusual name for a Targaryen, what will your dear family say?”

“I couldn’t give two shits about them, you and our precious Ariel are the beginning and the end for me”

“you have become such a poet my prince”

“How could I not? dear (y/n) you have turned my life to a living fairytale”

“Help me up please”

Daemon allowed his wife to carry the small child while he carried her, the maester along with the servants were waiting for the couples arrival back to the castle, they were aware of how sacred this moment had been for them and watched from the sidelines, praying that everything would go smoothly.

“Behold (y/n) of House Truefyre and our first born, Ariel Targaryen”

(Y/n) only giggled as Daemon puffed out his chest with pride and carried her to their chamber while all the servants beamed with joy.

“I believe we should take the babe for a bath”

“No maester Gerald I will do it”

“As you wish princess”

“My love, you should rest”

“I would rather be Caraxes next meal than allow someone else experience her first milestones instead of us”

Daemon only leaned to peck his wives lips with the utmost adoration, his diamond was meant to become a mother and he felt a certain sense of honour that she chose him to share her future with.

The servants prepared the bath for little Ariel while (y/n) and Daemon kneeled, the babes first sensation was the ocean so Ariel was peaceful as the warm water was gently washing away the salt of the waves.

“She will be a strong dragon rider, like you”

“Or a graceful princess of the summer islands, like you”

(Y/n) leaned closer to her husband as a way to express her emotions to him. It was Daemons turn to smile at her, (y/n) was everything Daemon never thought he deserved in life, sometimes he would think what would his life be if he had not married her, and the result was just grim and cold.

“We should call the wet nurses my sweet, Ariel will need to feed in a while”

“Wet nurses? Daemon this is not kings landing, we feed our babes here”

He would never imagine he could love his wife more, that is until he was part of the moment (y/n) fed Ariel, such a sacred ritual and bond with mother and daughter. (Y/n) laid comfortably in their bed after she had a scorching hot bath with her favourite scented soap which was lily flowers, Daemon had even braided her wet hair so it will be out of her face and make her feel pretty.

(Y/n) hummed a tune to their little princess, light beaming through the windows on this glorious day and their babe healthy and already loved tremendously suckling on its mothers breast, (y/n) could almost feel the women of her bloodline gather around them and bless the babe with their hands on her shoulders, resilient women who suffered through months of pain, swelling, restless nights, broke their hips for the birth, even produced milk for their children to feed, Daemon had been a warrior who had taken plenty of life’s, his wife was a warrior who created a life.

“It is time for you to rest”

“No, I don’t want to take my eyes off of her, I want to watch her breathe”

“Alright, I’ll sit right by you with Ariel as you sleep, I will watch her for you. Do you trust me with that?”

“I suppose”

Daemon did as such, sitting up in their bed holding the princess while (y/n) got comfortable with her pillow, her eyelids were already heavy but she still fought, Daemon rocking the babe without even realising how bright he was smiling at his daughter was such a gorgeous sight to miss, they were not just husband and wife now, nor prince and princess of anything, they were mother and father, parents that would offer their life for their daughter, a bond made by passion and kept by devotion and love.

She drifted off to sleep with the sound of her daughter cooing at her father, praying that her body won’t be in need of countless hours of sleep, since she looked forward to waking up and be fully capable of holding her daughter again.

Requests are open

[sailorholly]

Strictly Business Pt 3

Summary: Spencer wants to gain sexual experience before asking out his dream date. You just want a way to release stress. What could go wrong?

Pairings: Spencer Reid x F. BAU Reader

Warnings: Smut. Oral (m.receiving). 18+ only. Minors DNI. Typical Criminal Minds violence and case descriptions.

W/C: 1.1K

A/N: I’m on vacation this week, so Part 4 might be a little off schedule.

Strictly Business Masterlist

You settle between Spencer’s thighs grabbing his boxers and pulling them down his legs. “You don’t have to do that if you don’t want to.” He tells you as you bring your mouth toward his throbbing cock.

“Are you kidding? You just gave me the best orgasm of my life. I want to do this.” He stops his objections when your mouth closes around his tip. “Did you know the word fellatio comes from the Latin word for suck?”

Of course he’s rambling off facts right now. It’s probably because he’s nervous. “Spencer, just relax. I want to make you feel good. Just focus on me.” He nods his head in agreement.

You wrap your mouth around him. You trace the veins along his length with the tip of your tongue. He jerks his hips in response. You slowly take him to the back of your throat. He whimpers, placing his hands on your head to hold you in that spot.

You look up at him, his eyes are squeezed tightly shut. You moan around him. You love seeing him come undone like this. You bring him back out, slurping the tip. Your hand does most of the work.

“Please?” He begs. You slide him back in your warm mouth. He thrusts forward. You hollow your cheeks, beginning to to suck. Spencer rests his hand on your cheek. His thumb rubs gently against it.

You take him all the way in, swallowing around him when he hits the back of your throat. His grip in your hair tightens as you repeat the action. “I’m… I’m gonna cum.” He warns. He tries to pull himself out of your mouth. But you place your hands on his thighs, taking him impossibly deeper. You hear him moaning something that slightly resembles your name as he spills down your throat.

“No one has ever done that for me. That was incredible. Thank you.” You smile at him, accepting his praise. He grabs your hands, helping you to your feet. “Do you want to stay for a while? We could cuddle.”

You instantly regret saying it. You know what this is, but you crave for him to hold you after the night you just had. “We probably shouldn’t cuddle or spend the night after we do this.” “You’re right. I wasn’t thinking.” You explain.

He pulls his clothes back on, watching as you do the same. You follow him to the door leaning against the frame as he walks a few doors down to his room. Both of your attention is drawn down the hallway when you hear footsteps.

Rossi reaches his room, brown paper bag in hand. He looks both of you over. There is no hiding the messy hair and flushed cheeks. There would be no denying what you had been doing. “Rossi, I can-“ Spencer starts. Rossi shakes his head, a smile spreading across his face. “Your secret’s safe with me.”

The night off was beneficial to the whole team. Everyone was at the top of their game. You helped Spencer with the geographical profile. You weren’t sure how the two of you got any work done.

You couldn’t stop looking at each other. Your smiles were so wide, they threatened to split your faces. Rossi walked in to tell you what JJ had found at the crime scene. “You know if you want to keep this quite, you’re going to have to stop looking at each other like that.”

Hotch came in wanting someone to go to the latest victim’s house with him. You decided Rossi had a point, so you quickly volunteered to go. When you were leaving you thought Spencer looked a little hurt. But you had to be imagining it.

You opened the victim’s laptop. You call Penelope so she could go through it. “Mistress of all things wonderful here. How can I be of assistance?” “Hey Pen, I need you to take a look at this computer for me.”

“I’m on it! Hey, have you talked to boy genius lately?” It felt like your heart stopped beating. There was no way she could know. “Um, I was with him a little while ago. But, I went with Hotch. Why, is everything okay?”

“Im not sure. He was acting stranger than normal when I talked to him earlier. I thought if anyone knew what was wrong, it would be you.” When you got back to the station, you learned Penelope was right. Spencer was acting strange.

It seemed like he was avoiding you. He gave you short answers on the rare occasion he did talk to you. When you walked in the room, he would leave. Hotch asked both of you to go get dinner for the team. Spencer made every excuse to get out of going. At the end of the night, everyone went back to the hotel.

Spencer rode over with Derek, JJ, and Emily so he wouldn’t be in the same car as you. You were fuming. You text him to see what was wrong since he wouldn’t talk to you in person. When you got out of the shower, you saw he had read your message but ignored it.

You had all you could take. You storm out of your room, sprinting to his. You knock loudly on his door, not caring who you woke up. He opens the door, his eyes still heavy with sleep. “What is your problem, Spencer? I haven’t done anything to you and you’ve been ignoring me all day.”

He stands aside letting you in the room. “I’ve not been ignoring you.” You shoot him a death glare. “You are lying right to my face. I don’t know what I did. I just want to make it right.” He takes a seat on his bed.

“It was what Rossi said. I thought we were going to tone it down, but then you offered to go with Hotch so quickly. It hurt because I thought you were leaving so no one would know. I thought you were ashamed of what we did, embarrassed of me.”

His voice cracked when he explained himself. You felt horrible. You didn’t think he would misinterpret your intentions. “Spencer, I’m so sorry. I was just going with Hotch so we wouldn’t be all over each other all day. I thought if we had some space, it would help us chill out. I never meant to hurt you. I’m not ashamed of you at all. I just didn’t think you wanted anyone to know. You remember the talk Hotch gave us the other day? I thought we could just keep it between us… and Rossi.” You giggle.

Spencer contemplates your answer for a moment. “I’m sorry I behaved badly. I just didn’t know what to do.” You put your arms around him pulling him in for a hug. “This might be a bad idea if you’re going to react this way without talking to me first. Maybe we should stop.”

He shakes his head no. “It won’t happen again. Please, I need your help.” “Just promise me you’ll talk to me if anything bothers you from now on.” He smiles. “Deal.” He says linking your pinkies together.

Part Four

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[ririsasy]

I have talked in my other post that my favorite line from Henry in the entire movie was "I am learning" but for Alex, this was what takes the cake for me.

This line was so cold, it was full on desperation, it was a threat, it was also a plea. As someone who kinda resembles Henry in approaching anything that related to feeling by running away because I don't want to get hurt, this line

"Nothing will ever happen to you." Hits home, imagine a man that fight this hard to be in your life, to pull you out of the wall that you have build so high around your heart, because you have been so scared that nothing will work, no one could possibly meet you in the middle and make it work..

And Alex called Henry on his doubt, for diminishing their love to that extended and didn't want to give it a chance because something will change, and this words were a reminder that everything change eventually but do you want it to be something you actually can cherish or do you want things to happen but it didn't matter anymore because the world have left you behind and you have lost things that you should have fought so hard in the past to keep.

I think this sentence alone make chill runs down Henry's spines, like suddenly a cold water was pour over his head and it became clear that if he didn't take this chance with Alex then what other chance will he has in the future? Alex gave him a glimpse of a dark future where there's no Alex in his life anymore because Henry chose to abandon him.

This was a threat without reassurance because Alex was already at his last resort. ..because Alex know if he couldn't convince Henry that their love was worth it, his life will be destroyed as well, he had found his home in Henry and Alex knows that if he lost Henry he would have lost everything, he was so close to be on his knees begging.

(Seriously "nothing will ever happen to you." line still make me feel so restless but also motivated me? At the same time because I want something to happen to me, scarier to think you have no story to tell than being hurt but you have walked that road and learned from it.)

+ and to learn later from the deleted scene at the firecamp that most of what Alex said here actually just him throwing Henry’s own words toward him again making this scene even more jarring and painful for Henry 😭 this was indeed a last resort for Alex to use a quite vulnerable story that Henry shared to him because he didn’t know what else to tell Henry so he could change his heart and give their love a second chance to bloom and to breathe and just something to shake Henry to his core and it worked! This line work and Henry open up himself and abandon that last piece of armor and bare his soul and himself for Alex to see, he finally let Alex to take care of his heart for him he trust Alex because he saw how genuine his love for him.

[maniiaccs]

Echoes of silence

Jennifer Jareau x fem!reader.

In Which: JJ reunites with her first love in a unusual way.

tw:violece.

(˖𓍢ִ໋🦢⊹𐙚)

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The late afternoon sun dipped low over the horizon, casting a soft orange glow through the windows of the BAU jet. Jennifer Jareau sat in one of the leather seats, her gaze fixed on the file in her lap, though she wasn’t really seeing the words. The faces of the victims stared back at her, each one hauntingly familiar, each one drawing her deeper into a past she had tried to leave behind.

“Another one,” Hotch said as he approached her, his voice low, his expression grim. “We just got the call. A fourth victim.”

JJ’s heart sank. She had been afraid of this. Afraid that the unsub was accelerating, getting bolder. Afraid that her past was catching up with her in the worst possible way.

“Same MO?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

Hotch nodded. “Young woman, early thirties, found in a remote location. No signs of a struggle. She was killed quickly and efficiently.”

JJ closed her eyes, the image of the latest victim flashing in her mind’s eye. She didn’t need to see the crime scene photos to know what the woman looked like. The unsub had a type, and that type was disturbingly close to one person she had been thinking about more and more since the case began.

The team had been working the case for days, chasing leads that led nowhere, piecing together a profile that was as elusive as the killer himself. The victims—four women now—all shared similar physical characteristics: blonde hair, blue eyes, around JJ’s height, with a quiet demeanor that suggested they were easy targets. But there was something more. Something personal.

JJ felt a cold knot of dread tighten in her chest as she considered the implications. The unsub wasn’t just killing women who looked like her. He was killing women who looked like ____.

It had been years since JJ had last seen you, years since she had chosen the BAU over the relationship that had meant everything to her. You had been her first real love, the one person who understood her in ways no one else could. But the job had demanded more and more of her time, her energy, until there was nothing left to give. The decision to leave had been mutual, but the pain of it still lingered, a dull ache in her heart that never fully went away.

And now, with each new victim, that ache was turning into a sharp, desperate fear. Fear that you were in danger. Fear that she was already too late.

“JJ?” Hotch’s voice pulled her from her thoughts. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

She forced herself to meet his gaze. “I… I think I know why the unsub is choosing these victims.”

Hotch raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to continue.

“They look like someone I used to know,” JJ admitted, her voice tight with emotion. “Someone I was close to. I think the unsub is targeting women who resemble her.”

Hotch’s expression darkened. “Have you contacted her?”

JJ shook her head. “Not yet. I didn’t want to believe it was connected. But now… I have to.”

“Do it,” Hotch said firmly. “We can’t take any chances. If she’s a potential target, we need to keep her safe.”

JJ nodded, her mind racing as she pulled out her phone. Her fingers hovered over the screen, hesitating for just a moment before she dialed your number. The phone rang once, twice, three times, before going to voicemail. Your voice, still so familiar, filled her ears.

“Hey, it’s _____. Leave a message.”

JJ’s heart skipped a beat at the sound of your voice. She had imagined this moment so many times, but it had never been like this. Never with a sense of urgency that made her chest feel tight, her pulse race.

“_____,” she began, her voice trembling slightly. “It’s JJ. I… I need to talk to you. It’s important. Please call me back as soon as you get this.”

She ended the call and let out a shaky breath, her mind already spinning with worst-case scenarios. What if the unsub had already found you? What if he was watching you right now, waiting for the perfect moment to strike?

The thought made her feel sick.

“JJ, what’s going on?” Morgan’s voice interrupted her thoughts, concern etched on his face as he approached.

JJ looked up at him, struggling to keep her emotions in check. “I think the unsub is after someone I know. Someone I used to… care about.”

Morgan’s expression softened. “You should tell us everything. We need to know who she is, where she is.”

JJ nodded. “Her name is ____. We… we were together a long time ago. She lives in New York now, but I haven’t spoken to her in years. I’m afraid the unsub is going after women who look like her.”

Morgan’s eyes widened slightly, but he didn’t press her for more details. “We’ll do everything we can to find him before he gets to her. But you need to make sure she’s safe, JJ. She’s the key to this.”

JJ knew he was right, but the weight of the situation was almost too much to bear. She had left you behind to protect you, to focus on the job. But now, that decision felt like a mistake, one that could cost you your life.

Her phone buzzed in her hand, pulling her from her thoughts. Your name flashed on the screen, and JJ’s heart leapt into her throat as she answered.

“_____?” she said, trying to keep her voice steady.

“JJ,” you replied, your voice filled with a mix of surprise and concern. “What’s going on? Why did you call?”

JJ closed her eyes, struggling to find the right words. “I need you to listen to me, okay? There’s… there’s someone out there, and I think he’s targeting women who look like you. I need you to be careful. I’m coming to see you.”

There was a long pause on the other end of the line, and JJ could practically hear the wheels turning in your mind.

“JJ, what are you talking about? What do you mean he’s targeting women who look like me?” you asked, your voice rising with a mix of fear and confusion.

JJ swallowed hard, trying to keep the panic from creeping into her voice. “I don’t have all the details yet, but I know you’re in danger. Please, just… trust me on this. I’ll explain everything when I get there.”

Another pause, then a sigh. “Okay. I trust you.”

The relief that washed over JJ was almost overwhelming. “Thank you. I’ll be there as soon as I can. Just stay somewhere safe, and don’t go anywhere alone.”

“I will,” you promised. “Just… hurry, okay?”

“I will,” JJ repeated, her heart aching with the knowledge that she had dragged you into this nightmare.

As she ended the call, she looked up at Morgan, who had been silently watching the exchange. “I’m going to need your help on this.”

“Anything you need,” he said without hesitation. “We’ll find this guy, JJ. I promise.”

JJ nodded, but the knot of fear in her chest only tightened. She had to believe they would catch the unsub before he got to you, but the clock was ticking, and every second felt like an eternity.

The drive to your apartment was a blur. JJ barely registered the passing scenery, her mind consumed by thoughts of you. Memories of your time together flashed in her mind—late-night conversations, quiet moments of laughter, the way you’d look at her with so much trust, so much love. And then the memory of the day she walked away, the pain in your eyes as she explained that she couldn’t do both, couldn’t have both.

JJ clenched the steering wheel, guilt gnawing at her insides. She had left to protect you, to keep you from being dragged into the darkness that consumed her life at the BAU. But now that darkness had found you anyway, and she wasn’t sure she could live with herself if something happened to you.

When she finally reached your building, the sun had set, and the city was bathed in a cool, twilight glow. JJ parked and rushed inside, her heart pounding with each step. The elevator ride felt agonizingly slow, every second stretching out as her mind raced with worst-case scenarios.

The door to your apartment was slightly ajar when she reached it, and JJ’s blood ran cold. She pushed the door open, her hand instinctively going to the gun at her side as she stepped inside.

“_____?” she called out, her voice echoing in the empty space.

Silence.

JJ’s heart hammered in her chest as she moved through the apartment, her senses on high alert. The living room was empty, the kitchen undisturbed. But when she reached the bedroom, she froze.

The bed was neatly made, but there was something on the pillow—a small, rectangular object wrapped in plain brown paper. JJ’s stomach twisted with dread as she approached it, her hands shaking slightly as she picked it up.

She carefully unwrapped the paper, revealing a photograph. It was a picture of you, taken recently, judging by the clothes you were wearing. The angle was close, too close, as if the photographer had been standing just a few feet away from you.

On the back of the photo, in messy handwriting, was a single sentence: So close, yet so far.

JJ’s breath caught in her throat as she stared at the words, her pulse pounding in her ears. The photo slipped from her trembling fingers and fluttered to the floor, landing face down on the carpet. The words felt like a taunt, a cruel reminder that she was too late.

Panic surged through her as she grabbed her phone, quickly dialing your number again. Each ring felt like a lifetime. When your voicemail picked up again, JJ’s heart sank deeper into her chest.

“_____, please call me as soon as you get this,” she said, her voice tight with fear. “I’m at your apartment, but you’re not here. Please, just let me know you’re okay. I’m going to find you, I promise.”

She ended the call and forced herself to focus, to push back the rising tide of panic that threatened to overwhelm her. There had to be something here, some clue as to where you had gone. JJ scanned the room, looking for anything out of place, anything that might give her a lead.

Then she saw it—your laptop, still open on the desk by the window. The screen was black, but when JJ touched the trackpad, the screen lit up, revealing an open email. It was from an unknown sender, the subject line blank. The message itself was short, just a set of instructions and an address.

JJ’s eyes widened as she read the message, the fear in her chest sharpening into a cold, hard dread. The address was in an industrial area on the outskirts of the city, a place she knew well from the case files. It was where the last victim had been found.

The unsub had lured you there. He wanted JJ to follow.

Without wasting another second, JJ grabbed her phone and called Hotch. The moment he answered, she relayed the situation in clipped, urgent tones.

“He’s taken her, Hotch. I know where he’s keeping her.”

“We’re on our way,” Hotch replied, his voice calm but firm. “Don’t engage until we get there, JJ. We’ll handle this together.”

JJ knew he was right, but every instinct in her body screamed at her to go now, to get to you before it was too late. She ended the call and took a deep breath, forcing herself to stay calm. She couldn’t afford to make a mistake, not when your life was on the line.

She raced back to her car, her thoughts a whirlwind of fear and determination. She wasn’t going to lose you—not like this. Not when she had a chance to make things right.

The drive to the address felt both agonizingly slow and terrifyingly fast. JJ’s mind raced with scenarios, each one worse than the last. She tried to push them aside, focusing instead on the memory of your voice, your smile, the way you had always looked at her with such unwavering trust. She had to believe that she could save you, that she wasn’t too late.

The industrial area was dark and deserted when she arrived, the buildings looming like silent sentinels in the night. JJ parked her car and grabbed her gun, her heart pounding as she approached the building. It was an old warehouse, the windows boarded up, the door slightly ajar.

She took a deep breath, steeling herself as she stepped inside. The air was thick with the smell of dust and oil, and the only light came from a few flickering bulbs hanging from the ceiling. JJ moved cautiously, her senses on high alert as she swept the area.

“_____!” she called out, her voice echoing in the empty space.

There was no response, only the sound of her own footsteps echoing off the walls. JJ’s grip on her gun tightened as she moved deeper into the building, her eyes scanning every shadow, every corner.

Then she heard it—a faint noise, like a muffled cry. JJ’s heart leapt into her throat as she followed the sound, her pace quickening. She rounded a corner and froze.

There you were, tied to a chair in the center of the room, your hands bound behind your back, a strip of duct tape covering your mouth. Your eyes were wide with fear, but the moment you saw JJ, that fear shifted to something else—relief, hope.

“_____,” JJ breathed, rushing forward. She dropped to her knees in front of you, her hands shaking as she reached for the tape. “It’s okay, I’m here. I’m going to get you out of here.”

But before she could remove the tape, she felt the cold press of metal against the back of her neck. The click of a gun’s safety being released echoed in the silence, freezing her in place.

“Drop the gun,” a voice hissed from behind her. “Or she dies.”

JJ’s blood turned to ice as she slowly raised her hands, letting her gun fall to the floor. It clattered against the concrete, the sound reverberating through the empty space.

“Good,” the voice said, satisfaction dripping from the word. “Now stand up, nice and slow.”

JJ did as she was told, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel the unsub’s presence behind her, could sense the cruel anticipation in the air. He had been waiting for this, for the moment when he could finally confront her face to face.

“Turn around,” he ordered, the gun still pressed to her neck.

JJ turned slowly, her eyes locking onto the unsub’s. He was younger than she had expected, with a sharp, angular face and cold, calculating eyes. There was a sick kind of satisfaction in his expression, a twisted delight in the power he held over her.

“Why are you doing this?” JJ demanded, her voice steady despite the fear gnawing at her insides. “What do you want?”

The unsub’s lips curled into a cruel smile. “I want you to suffer,” he said simply. “The way I’ve suffered. The way you made me suffer.”

JJ frowned, trying to make sense of his words. “I don’t even know you.”

“You don’t remember me, do you?” he sneered, his grip on the gun tightening. “You ruined my life, Agent Jareau. You took away everything that mattered to me.”

The realization hit JJ like a punch to the gut. She had seen that look before, in the eyes of the families of the unsubs they had taken down. The anger, the bitterness, the desire for revenge. This man wasn’t just a random killer—he was the son of one of the men the BAU had put away. One of the men she had helped bring to justice.

“You’re Robert Lincoln’s son,” JJ said, the pieces finally falling into place.

The unsub’s eyes flashed with rage. “He was all I had! And you took him away from me! You took him away, and now I’m going to take everything from you.”

JJ’s heart raced as she glanced at you, still tied to the chair, your eyes wide with terror. She had to find a way out of this, had to find a way to get you to safety. But with the gun pressed to her neck, her options were limited.

“What about her?” JJ asked, nodding towards you. “she had nothing to do with this. Let her go. This is between you and me.”

The unsub laughed, a harsh, bitter sound. “Do you really think I’m that stupid? I know how this works. You’re the one who taught me, after all. Hurt the ones they care about the most, and you can break anyone.”

JJ’s blood ran cold. “Don’t do this,” she pleaded, desperation creeping into her voice. “It won’t bring your father back.”

“No,” he agreed, his voice low and menacing. “But it will make you feel the same pain I’ve felt every day since you took him from me.”

In one swift motion, the unsub shoved JJ to the ground, the gun now aimed directly at you. JJ scrambled to her feet, her heart in her throat as she saw the terror in your eyes.

“Please, don’t!” she cried out, her voice cracking with desperation. “I’ll do anything—just don’t hurt her!”

The unsub smirked, savoring the power he held over her. “Begging already, Agent Jareau? I thought you’d put up more of a fight.”

JJ’s mind raced, trying to come up with a plan, a way to get to you before it was too late. But before she could move, she heard the distant sound of footsteps, faint but unmistakable. The team was closing in.

The unsub heard it too. His eyes narrowed, and he stepped closer to you, his finger tightening on the trigger. JJ’s breath caught in her throat as she realized what he was about to do.

“No!” she screamed, lunging forward.

The gunshot echoed through the warehouse, a deafening crack that seemed to freeze time. JJ’s world narrowed to a single point, her eyes locked on you as she watched in horror, praying that she wasn’t too late.

But the sound of a body hitting the floor wasn’t yours—it was the unsub’s. JJ blinked in shock, her heart still racing as she realized what had happened. The team had arrived just in time. Morgan’s shot had taken down the unsub, his body crumpling to the ground, the gun slipping from his lifeless hand.

JJ rushed to you, her hands shaking as she tore away the tape over your mouth and untied your hands. The moment you were free, you threw yourself into her arms, sobbing uncontrollably.

“It’s okay, you’re safe now,” JJ murmured, holding you tightly, her own tears spilling over. “I’ve got you. You’re safe.”

You clung to her, your body trembling with the aftershocks of terror. JJ pressed her forehead against yours, her heart still pounding in her chest. She could feel the warmth of your breath against her skin, the steady thrum of your pulse beneath her fingertips. You were alive. You were safe.

The rest of the team moved swiftly, securing the scene and confirming that the unsub was indeed dead. Hotch approached JJ, his expression a mixture of relief and concern.

“You okay?” he asked quietly.

JJ nodded, though she wasn’t sure if she really believed it. The adrenaline was wearing off, leaving behind a bone-deep exhaustion and the lingering terror of how close she had come to losing you. “Yeah. Thanks for getting here in time.”

Hotch gave her a small, reassuring nod. “We’ll take care of everything here. You should get her out of here, JJ. Take her somewhere safe.”

JJ glanced down at you, still wrapped in her arms, your grip on her as tight as if you were afraid to let go. She didn’t blame you. The ordeal had been horrifying, and she knew it would take time for both of you to process what had happened.

“Come on,” JJ whispered, brushing a tear from your cheek. “Let’s get out of here.”

You nodded, letting her guide you out of the warehouse and into the cool night air. The team’s vehicles were parked outside, the flashing lights casting long shadows on the ground. JJ helped you into the passenger seat of her car before sliding in behind the wheel. For a moment, she just sat there, her hands gripping the steering wheel, trying to steady herself.

“Where do you want to go?” she asked softly, turning to look at you.

“Anywhere,” you replied, your voice hoarse from crying. “Just… stay with me.”

JJ reached out and took your hand, squeezing it gently. “I’m not going anywhere.”

[namidew]

Updated Apollo and Artemis designs !! (Still subject to change and clothing changes)

Details below for design concept ramblings (not including a few details explained in prior posts) !!

Complementary Details - Apollo and Artemis are very similar in physical appearance, which is to show that they are close to each other. Not just as a design choice by me, but within the story they choose to look similar, as the gods can change their appearances. Apollo has gold (jewelry, eyes, and hair strands) and the sun halo for the domain of the sun, and Artemis has the silver (jewelry and eyes) and the moon halo(?) for the domain of the moon. They have a light-and-dark outfit contrast to highlight their different domains, such as Apollo’s domains of the sun and light, and Artemis’s domains of the moon and the wilderness. They both have green himations, with Artemis’s being “warmer” in tone and more earthy, while Apollo’s being “colder” and more “refined(?)” in a way while the two still match.

Apollo - Individually, his chiton now has faint yellow stripes shooting from the gold jewelry, in resemblance of the sun and its rays. His himation has lighter green lines, resembling a blank music score, to represent his domain of music. If drawn for a comic or an illustration, I like to imagine he’d have the melody of a related song on it.

Artemis - Her chiton is now a dark brown rather than the previous white, allowing her to blend in more within the woods at night. She has a deer pelt over her shoulders due to her domain of the hunt and her association with deer, as well as a more “woodsy” look. Her himation now has darker green details of leaves, also adding to her wilderness and nature theme.

Story Dynamic - They’re rather close siblings, always looking out for each other. I’d imagine they talk frequently but have the sort of relationship in which they can go a long time without talking and return to normal even after. I’d imagine Apollo to be pretty conflict avoidant and of the tendency to try to keep the peace, while Artemis may be more impulsive depending on the circumstance, as based on their domains. Not entirely sure about the next concept, but it would be interesting if Apollo, while rather amiable and within good graces with many, actually tells little about his personal details (as in the type of person who you think you know well until you try to recall anything about them personally) while Artemis is the opposite where she’s more of an open book so long as you start a good conversation, but it’s not a concrete idea. It would be an interesting concept though, given how the moon is physically closer to the earth than the sun.

Unrelated and Miscellaneous - First, I’m considering toning down the vibrancy of Aphrodite’s chiton and possibly Dionysus’s purple (grapes, eyes, himation) for the sake of more cohesive of a color palette (warm and earthy), but I plan on waiting until finishing all the Olympian designs to finalize that, given there’s a few others I plan on giving a more cool-toned color palette. Second, the next few Olympians are going to be a bit more difficult to design, for me it seems, so ideas are greatly appreciated ! Third and lastly, if I were to make this story more than an idea, it would likely be a non-linear slice of life “comic” series in which random drawings or scenes are posted in no real order. I’m not good at writing stories anyhow, and while a written story, actual comics, or animatics/animations would be very cool, I haven’t the skill for any of those.

Anyway, thank you very much if you read all these ramblings, and if you have any suggestions or ideas, I’d be happy to hear them !!

[daughterofthemoon11]

Can you do number 2 with gojo? thanks <3

"Wildest dreams"

a/n: Kicking my feet, giggling, and going CRAZY with the new Gojo content. Anyway, enjoy :)

You found yourself lying on the hard hotel floor, exhausted from last night's mission. The discomfort of sleeping without a proper bed didn't help matters. You were sent on a faraway mission but things had gotten out of hand. Three sorcerers had attacked you last night because they disapproved of Suguru summoning cursed spirits, they saw him as a threat. As a result, you were caught up in a fierce battle with them. Suguru got highly injured in the fight, and against his complaints, you all agreed that he would take the only bed, leaving the rest of you to sleep on the floor. 

It was while you slept beside Shoko and Gojo that even with your eyes closed you could feel his gaze upon you. Or perhaps it was just your imagination playing tricks on you.

When you drifted off to sleep, a peaceful and beautiful dream unfolded. For the first time, Satoru's eyes were inches away from yours, captivating and deep, resembling vast oceans with sunken ships. As you locked gazes, you noticed a spark within his eyes that you had never witnessed before. The unspoken emotions he held were clearly visible in his intense gaze.

Years of stolen glances and silent longing seemed insignificant at that moment. The wait had been worth it. His warm look made your heart flutter uncontrollably. In a hushed tone, you whispered his name, "Satoru."

 "Yes, princess?", he responded quietly. 

Struggling to contain the emotions rushing over you, you confessed under your breath, afraid that speaking louder would cause the world around you to shatter, "I think I'm in love with you." 

A smile appeared on his lips.

Leaning in, he kissed you passionately, the intensity of his embrace leaving you breathless. His hands held you firmly at the waist, drawing you closer. You placed your hands on his neck, playing with his hair, which felt like silk between your fingers. 

Lost in your slumber, you didn´t notice that Gojo had been observing the scene for the past ten minutes, a wide smile adorning his face. He admired your sleeping features, his grin growing even larger.

Suddenly, the door creaked open, and the sound of Shoko's voice discussing Suguru's condition filled the room. You opened your eyes to find Satoru propped up on one elbow, his gaze fixed upon you, a mischievous smirk on his face. His white hair was messy, and his eyes and lips appeared slightly swollen from sleep. You couldn't tear your eyes away from him.

"You talk a lot in your sleep... do you really love me that much?" he teased.

His words struck you, and you were mortified, a blush spreading across your cheeks. Had you been mumbling all those things in your sleep?. Trying to maintain your composure, you replied with a hint of confidence. "Only in your wildest dreams."

"Well, it seems like I was just in yours," he replied, his tone teasing.

"Are you done confessing your dying love for each other or plan to help me out?" Shoko interjected, opening a bag filled with supplies to tend to Suguru's injuries, earning a chuckle from the dark-haired sorcerer lying in bed. 

a/n: English is not my first language, so if you have any suggestions please let me know. I will continue working on your requests, thank you for the support. <3

@toujours-black

[ladyylavenderrr]

Incoming rant nobody but me cares about. Spain’s dub of the scene where we find out Tain is Garak’s dad enrages me so much.

So, I just love watching this scene in any language that has this formal and informal pronoun distinction unlike English. Almost all of them have Garak, Tain and/or both go from using formal pronouns to informal pronouns in this scene and it hits so hard. I obviously don’t know enough of each language this show was dubbed in to know how all of them do this, but the german dub (I’m biased I know) does it like this. Tain and Garak use formal pronouns for each other and the moment Garak directly calls Tain “father”, they switch to informal. Some dubs have only Garak use informal pronouns while Tain uses formal ones and vice versa, but having them both switch pronouns is my favorite way of doing this. Do you know what my least favorite way of doing it is? Having them both continue to use formal pronouns with each other like Spain’s dub had them do.

I definitely understand why you might choose to make this translation decision. Tain and Garak aren’t close at all. In fact, in another universe where the two openly acknowledged each other as father and son, I can definitely see them still using formal pronouns with each other despite that or at least Garak might use them for Tain. Tain is 100% the type of ridiculously old fashioned and authoritative father that would have his son use formal pronouns for him. The closest thing to that in English would be a father who makes his kid call him sir, I guess. So I can definitely see why, if one doesn’t analyze this scene’s meaning at all, they might choose to have the two continue the formal pronoun shtick.

Here’s the issue tho. Beyond this scene serving as a way to reveal this big plot twist to the audience, the main point of it is to have Garak and Tain, for the first time in their entire lives, be open and vulnerable with each other. It’s very difficult to imagine the two have even spoken the truth about their relationship out loud before, based on how Tain instinctively panics at Garak calling him his father despite thinking they’re alone. This is the first time we see Tain be something even resembling loving and paternal and it’s the first time Garak lets himself so explicitly state his desire to be loved. Of course, he can’t ask for it very explicitly, but saying “let me be your son” is as close to it as he can get. And Tain can’t be so explicit in admitting he does care for Garak, but saying “you’ve always been a weakness I can’t afford” and telling him he was proud of him on this one specific day years ago is as close to it as he can get.

My point is, this is supposed to be Tain and Garak being as vulnerable as they can possibly be with each other. Formal pronouns just don’t mesh with that in my opinion. Going from formal to informal pronouns is a great choice though.

Long rant. Sorry. I’m so insane about translating media

[saintsenara]

Since we just had a Snape/Grindelwald ask, thoughts on Voldemort/Grindelwald?

thank you very much for the ask, anon!

i get why there are lots of girlies [gender neutral] who love this as a really dark, fucked-up smashing-two-megalomaniacs-together-so-one-can-betray-the-other sort of thing.

but i just think it's much, much funnier if it's a flop.

the differences between voldemort and grindelwald really get played down in deathly hallows [i've not seen any of the fantastic beasts films - and so i imagine what follows bears little to no relation to how grindelwald's aims are written in that trilogy, which doesn't suprise me because the plots of the films sound incoherent], largely as a way to amp up the comparison between the death eaters and the nazis [which - and i will eventually get round to this meta - is not the analogy being used in the previous six books, all of which pluck their villain archetypes from britain's own history...] and to dial down how explicit an analogy for hitler grindelwald is evidently intended to be, thus making it less horrifying that dumbledore was in cahoots with him and hermione still basically tells harry to get over how disgusted he is by that...

but their aims and approaches are demonstrably different. grindelwald is a political figurehead - a dictator and a murderer and an apparent genocidaire, absolutely, but still the public-facing symbol - and creator and modifier and driving force of his own ideology.

voldemort is a terrorist kingpin, a paramilitary leader - also a murderer and a genocidaire, but someone whose role requires him to remain in the shadows - directing his operations in secrecy, never being fully clocked at the scene of the crime - and whose ideology [prior to deathly hallows when - as i've said - these differences collapse and the death eaters become less interesting as a result] is spread more subtly and insidiously than grindelwald's - not with overt propaganda, but with subliminal messaging, with the exploitation of existing community faultlines, with networks of loyal servants whose connection to voldemort can [intentionally] never be fully proven, with lucius malfoy patting snape on the back as he's sorted into slytherin...

grindelwald - undoubtedly - would consider voldemort a small fish [that rita skeeter claims in the press for her biography of dumbledore that voldemort exceeded grindelwald in impact doesn't have to be taken as fact, so much as it's a classic british way of thinking about the world - you will find many people here who genuinely believe more damage was caused to britain by the nazis than to france].

voldemort - in contrast - would consider grindelwald an idiot, beholden to the establishment, whose plans failed because they too closely resembled the existing political and social structure of the wizarding world, rather than seeking to completely undo it and make it anew in his own image.

the only way to make it work is - of course - to add dumbledore in as the third.

[void-chara]

It is impossible to outrun your own reflection.

subz celeste au for @mcytblraufest reverse big bang!! i was teamed with the wonderful @happy-mountain-goats, whos fic you can read here! the fic is absolutely amazing and im so so happy with how it turned out!!!

subz is transfeminine genderqueer in this au, and uses she/he pronouns! awesome!! the au also features vitalasy as theo, and zam as mr oshiro. i have plans for even more characters in the au, but none of the others made it into the fic

closeups, alternate versions, and more rambling under the readmore!!

originally i only submitted the second art piece, the chase, for the event. but i really wanted to make more, so while lils was writing the fic, i also drew another thing, the campfire scene! i think you can kinda see me improving in the time between working on these two lol

versions without all the blending layers i used for shading and stuff!

close ups!!

it doesnt show up in any of the art, but i also imagine subzs hair changes colors the same way as madelines to indicate dashes! id keep the recharge color as white, but have dashless as green, one dash as a redtoned brown, and double dash as either purple or red.

Part of Subzs (havent thought of a silly name for her the way there is for badeline) hair is meant to sort of float around her and almost flicker, resembling fire. the glowy bits inside were also inspired by lava lamps, cause i thought itd look cool. despite the fire motif, i imagine shes cold when you touch her, and doesn’t produce her own body heat at all. like touching a mirror! shes a reflection, after all.

in contrast, fused/reunited/level 2 subz(the pink hair madeline equivalent) is actually really warm, almost uncomfortably so to anyone who touches her, but shes fine! just means she doesnt have to worry about the mountain chill so much. i think her hair also does the same fire like movement as Part of Hers does. also, i gave Part of Subz some more inhuman traits with the horns, and id like for something like that to also carry over to the reunited subz.

ive had this au for a while, i think i first started thinking about it shortly after subzs celeste playthrough? but i hadnt developed it that much or done much with it, and it was so fun to brainstorm ideas together with lils!! his fic turned out so so so good it makes me so happyy!!

Theres even more ideas and stuff that didnt make it in to the fic, and i intend to at some point do more with the au, if i ever have time lol