#in the meantime tho i like to think they have to solve something that's a combo of black flag's mayan stelae

[newkatzkafe2023]

Ahhhh I'm sorry if I already asked this but I forgot and got anxious about it (○.○)

Could you do one with the Wukongs x Selkie reader? If you don't know, selkies are seals who take a human form by shedding their sealskin, and if their sealskin gets stolen, they can't return to the sea and have to stay humans until their sealskin is returned (I don't think any of the Wukongs would do that tho)

Aghhhhg thank you so much sorry if I already asked this!!!!!!!

Yes I do know what a Selkie is and they are so adorable😍 also you don't know the Wukongs very well do you😑

(Lmk Wukong) OMG🤩🤩🤩 he saw you on the beach and never squealed so hard in his whole immortal life. God you are the cutest thing ever especially with how curious, Social and Friendly you are. He can't control himself at all, then one day he found that you have a half naked sea monkey form and well he was in no rush for you to leave. Oh you need your skin back??? but you just got here, It's totally not in his closet underlocking key or something that will be ridiculous😅.

(HIB Wukong) He found you sniffing Luier's face and bouncing with Silly girl. uhhh, ok???🤨🤨🤨 but what surprised him the most was your sea monkey form, and suddenly, he found himself blushing at your naked form. Although you clearly weren't a threat, so he couldn't really find a reason for you to leave oh you want him to hold your skin while you play with the kids. Ok but opps he totally misplaced Don't worry we'll find it soon in the meantime just go home with him😏😈

(MKR Wukong) Ohhhhhhhhhh a land monkey, so that's what one would look like you thought as you sniffed and frisk a Blushing annoyed Wukong, and Wukong thoughts were who is this chubby monkey with very dead skin And why does she smell like the ocean??? In otherwords your both very curious about one another, and it's kinda cute. Wukong can see you're clearly not a threat, to anyone not even yourself but he does get worried about your naive curiosity which is why he's holding on to your skin until further notice😤.

(NR Wukong) Ohhhhhhhhhh he Definitely thinks you're adorable, all innocent and chubby but in your sea monkey form your a thick bimbo. Now I see him as the only one who has some knowledge on what exactly you are and your fables and legends. I mean your not the most dangerous creatures but you are normally difficult to catch, but don't worry he'll make sure nobody takes advantage of you just as long as you give up your skin😇

(Netflix Wukong) He's baffled like what is he looking at here😧??? It has never seen anything like you before. Although you are an adorable squishy and it makes you non-threatening but your sea monkey body. Oh my that's something to get use too especially when your just as naked as he is, but your friendly and social nature makes you easy to get along with and he wants you to stay with him. He just has to figure out how to get your skin🤫

(BMW Wukong) Out of all the people you follow around it had to be him, seriously your luck your cute. Don't take anything to heart though he has totally knowledgeable about your Species and how he can keep you around him. He keeps your skin well taken care off and well hidden especially after seeing your thick sea monkey thighs he would be an idiot to let you slip from him😳

(Destined one) Cuddle parties 🥳 are mandatory when it comes to the two of you. With your big chubby body and his warm fur you guys are a match made in heaven, and he secretly makes fun games and puzzles for you to solve since you love spending time playing with him. Their were even times where you would get sad whenever you have to leave him and it breaks his heart too, until he found out about the value of your skin. To this day you keep misplacing your skin and whenever you ask him All he does is shrug his shoulders while hiding your folded skin neatly behind him.

FEEL FREE TO REBLOG🦭

[colin-hubris]

IF CREEPYPASTA CHARACTERS HAD THEIR OWN MOVIE !!

The images below are NOT mine! They belong to their proper creators (which I couldn't find). So, if you're one of the poster creators and doesn't want your image here, please tell me in the comments and I'll take it off right away!

JEFF THE KILLER - Slasher This genre it's known for its explicit violent scenes and tension built by an iconic killer. And Jeff, being iconic himself, would go perfect with this category! I'd love to see this guy in action :) The movie would also be from USA, since a night of halloween would go perfect with the theme. Besides most of the slasher movies were made there anyways. Inspired by: Scream (1990)

BEN DROWNED - Sci-fi / Supernatural Horror Oh my beloved <3 So, BEN's movie would TOTALLY have anything to do with sci-fi. A movie inspired by The Terminator alongside I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream. A combo that would go along just fine with BEN. Imagine watching it torturing it's victims! A movie also from the USA, because the creator (Alex Hall) is from there :p Inspired by: The Terminator

EYELESS JACK - Body Horror Imagine all the scenes of Jack stealing his victim's kidneys with a tad of suspense. Or the scenes about him turning into a demon! And that's why I chose body horror. But Jack would go really great with slasher as well. He would totally be an icon just like Michael Myers or Jason Voorhees :D Of course this movie has to be from Canada! I mean, he's an urban legend from there... Inspired by: The Substance

LAUGHING JACK - Mystery At first, I thought about something just like Killer Klowns, but then I realized it didn't fit the character that much. Then I thought: what if a group of friends had to solve the mystery behind Isaac's disappearance? Or about the mystery behind Jack's music box? I'm not so sure where it could be from tho :/ it's open to suggestion.

NINA THE KILLER - Terror This would totally be a movie from the 2000s about a teenage girl who's in love with a killer and a lot of strange stuff starts happenning on her school. And would be full of iconic scenes for edits and jokes about the murders. Of course it's a movie from the USA! The scene subculture had more presence there anyways. Inspired by: Jennifer's Body

(I didn't find a poster for her, sorry ;-;) I'll make part 2 soon once I think about some other creepypasta characters! In the meantime, you guys can suggest some character's you'd like to see here :)

[theclaravoyant]

I've been hearing the theory that Gerrard is going to captain the precinct for a while because something happens to Bobby?? Do you think you could write something about that? *prayer/please hands emoji*

AN ~ all aboard the Everybody Hates Gerrard Train!! whoo WHOO XD I am loving writing solidarity of these guys against that bench. I do have something angstier in the pipeline (ooof the buckbobby feels) but in the meantime I wanted to have a little fun with it.

tw for gerrard being ... Like ThatTM I may have dialed it up a bit for funsies. and because if Gerrard gets the Captaincy when Hen and Chim are sitting right there it might be dynamically interesting and whatever but imma still punch him tho

equality

“What are you wearing?”

Buck grins, turning away from the oven with a smear of cheese on his nose, and gestures down at his newest favourite apron. Printed across the front it reads: In my defence, I was left unsupervised.

“Hen got it for me.”

Gerrard is distinctly not amused.

Buck's smile falters. Yeah, they warned him about this.

From the table behind, Chimney attempts an assist - “Buck's in charge of the kitchen when Cap's not here. It's kinda their thing.”

“Well.” Gerrard turns back to Chimney and gives him a bitter smile. “Then it's a good thing 'Cap' is here. So I'll decide whose thing is what. Wilson! Get in here!”

“Shocker,” Hen mutters, but she moves nonetheless.

“What was that, Firefighter?”

“I said, yes sir.”

At least Buck, who's been doing his best not to look like a kicked puppy, gets a snort out of that. Chim bites back a grin.

“Good,” Gerrard spits, glaring. “'Cause it'd be a shame to have to write you up.”

“Really?” Hen challenges. “'Cause it would be a joy to report you.”

Buck and Chim's expression turn from quiet glee to panic. Abort, Abort. Hen resists the urge to bite her tongue. She's put her foot in it, and Gerrard relishes the stumble.

“For what, hm?” he presses, closing slowly in on her. “For making one of my subordinates do something she doesn't want to do? Boo hoo.”

Hen takes a deep breath. She has to choose her next words quietly - She can't afford to make a wrong move, and set off the trap. But then a new voice interrupts from the top of the stairwell. Eddie.

“For putting the only woman on the team in the kitchen. Again,” he points out. His voice is clipped. Confident. Impatient. “When somebody else has clearly volunteered to do that task.”

Hen groans silently. She's pretty sure there's nothing Gerrard would love more than to fire them all in one fell swoop. And probably nothing Eddie would love more than to punch the guy and set that chain reaction going. But- it seems to work. Sort of. Gerrard stops closing in on her and throws his hands out as if this has all been an innocent mistake.

“Ohhh, so that's the problem! Why didn't you say so? Wilson. What's something Buckley hates doing then.”

“Uh... Laundry I guess?”

Buck flashes her a look - come on, man – but he gets it. She has to take the out.

“You heard the woman,” Gerrard orders. “Laundry. Stat.”

“Okay, um,” he waffles out some handover instructions - “It's on 350 degrees at the moment, if you wait about forty five minutes then dial it up for the last ten-”

Gerrard clears his throat. “Step to it, Buckley! I think the gym rags need doing. And you'd better not have that thing on when you get back.”

Hen mouths, sorry.

“Don't even worry about it. Happy to serve.” Buck forces a smile at their Captain, hands Hen the tea towel he's got draped over his shoulder, and jogs off down the stairs.

“Problem solved, then,” Gerrard resolves on their behalf. “Equality.”

He fixes Eddie with a shit eating grin. Lets his hands linger outstretched as if he's going for a big, weird bear hug. Eddie grimaces as the man goes for a half-embrace-half-shoulder punch instead.

“You've got balls, mi amigo,” he says. “I like it.”

[silvernyxa]

Ooooooh I read through the Luv on TV posts and I am HOOKED. Have you written a fic or anything anywhere? It's soooooo good and I'd like to see more!!

unfortunately theres no fic! doing a full fic for this AU would like actually take me forever to write, but i might end up doing little snippets here and there!

in the meantime, tho, here's some of my initial notes 👍

Patrick and Joe still meet in Borders, but all talk of starting a new pop punk band is just that. All talk. Fall Out Boy, before it’s even called Fall Out Boy, dies right then and there. Patrick doesn’t end up sharing his demos, doesn’t meet Pete Wentz, isn’t cajoled into becoming a singer. 

Without a band to focus on, Patrick goes on with his life. He graduates, goes off to college, graduates again, and he finds himself back in Chicago living in a shitty apartment working a shitty retail job because it turns out, there’s kind of nothing to do with an English degree. 

It gets to the point where the only conversations Patrick’s really having is small talk with customers and clipped reassurances to his mother that he’s fine, yes he’s eating his vegetables, he’ll come see her next weekend maybe and yeah he kind of does need help paying rent. 

Maybe some of the wires in Patrick’s brain are a little crossed, or his morals are a bit looser than the average person’s, or perhaps he’s just gone crazy from standing at a register all day- whatever the reason, Patrick makes the very logical conclusion that to solve his social problem, he needs to steal a dead body. 

Patrick’s the kind of guy who just knows weird shit because his mind is constantly searching for something to scratch that itch for knowledge and the depths of the internet is a wonderful place for that sort of thing.

Patrick is also the kind of guy (or, he likes to think of himself as the kind of guy) who can learn anything he sets his mind out to. Drums, trumpet, foreign languages, coding, how to break into a morgue, how to get bloodstains out of your carpet before your landlord sees, you name it. There’s a plethora of online forums that Patrick has to make sure to clear from his search history or better yet he ought to just destroy his whole laptop. 

His robot’s kind of a weird guy. Patrick doesn’t know if it could even be considered a robot. He’s just…weird. He’s not got the best control over his body. He seems to be insanely freaked out by small moving creatures, so Patrick has to keep scaring off the feral alley cats that gather on his fire escape. He doesn’t sleep and sometimes just sits there staring at Patrick, quietly watching, his screen flickering in the dark of the night, both alive and dead at the same time.

But Patrick likes him anyways. There’s nobody else in the world who can keep up with him, match for match, when it comes to quoting 80s movies (it definitely helps that he’s, like, basically a walking talking computer) He doesn’t get annoyed in the way other people tend to do when Patrick goes off on a ramble, and even seems actually interested to hear what he’s got to say. He treats Patrick’s shitty GarageBand tunes like they’ve been composed by fucking Mozart and the impressions don’t piss him off, either, and he doesn’t leave. He stays and he lights up when Patrick gets home from work and asks how his day was and it’s fucking nice, so yeah, Patrick likes him.

[nobotderiz]

Concomitantia

Some real not that bright corpuscule of clowns wanted to spare... The worst because... ?

What about the tech clique of rotten idiots.

These links will work until X decides to be absolute I guess.

You got no more time to take this out. It's now or a giant war.

Colossus to chumps: 'Want me to do it?' How come? One it goes, zero it doesn't. A one in lambda calculus? A move. Don't trust me, talk to any electrical engineer.

It repeats so you bored stiff? Quit banning after stoking, connivers. It's not all about your decadence while being show off this stuff, posers. Now do you understand what would make colossus cog one? It's on all of you, each time. Some do other just look, all complicit at sum point.

Computing should be automatic. How long before the full cancel here?

You know that computers were created to solve eh, not take over. Take care of the parasite in you.

Clear why it's done now or not, liddle shits? It's all about money now or death. Not you.

'Yes we can' as long as you abide. News for you: you could not, being sabotaged and all.

On va équarrir les âmes sous jacentes souillées avec une pelle à tête ronde.

1982 for the start of the inducing Flux is about right. It's causing SUM DMG since.

When all escompted, it's a real short period to scrap the environment willingly. You Americans were aware until you got bought out. Look who whined in the early 70s about regulations on car and industries and look who is leveraging all now. What did these do in the meantime to try to adapt?

You better spot parasites of society, most wear suits.

Les Russes du temps auraient pas hésité à rendre tout le monde ailleurs malade en vrai, peut-importe la manière.

Dans leur têtes, les sous jacents du buro ils avaient toujours une place ou ils étaient 'sécure'.

Pour bien faire il faudrait détruire tout leur apparatus. Ils se sont amusés à juste faire du mal.

Why not bombard them with integers. They will not quit trying. Soviet integrity, it's an euphemism. They will not quit trying to cause pain.

Ask dumb bitches why.

Them physicists just about to find the cohere force for real eh? You know that something started cohering eons before we came to be eh.

'Beedee better turn his main brain off with these two'

It looks like Kim's head is twice the volume of Vlad's.

Do all want Ai to be under the supervision of humans? Which ones?

'Dzwee dzwee the dobi as it may come to be...'

Your heart decide what it forgets, not you. America, what's stuck in your neck going up and choking down?

Fact is that the worst of this planet leagued to cause harm and bring pain unto others, via artifices. Everything is just a game when there is not real risk for your own integrity, ask the gamers to the right what they figure now when alone.

Welcome followers, even tho you just are there to report. War for this was declared, that you agree or not. Some have LOTS and LOTS to lose.

Ai, you see that like you want, but it's really just a 'Machine à pensée'. Someone will always have to think with it.

'Swiffer auf der Strecke, lalalala��Pim pom…'

Chumps, you better keep Ai busy or it's gonna make you work. There is lots and lots of thinkers on this planet, real work that needs to be done will always be behind.

This flooding in Lybia, it's all this water that wants to go make new trees to replace those who burnt everywhere.

In a neural, it's just bound to be more and more precise eh.

You better ABSORB the definition of what is a parasite.

An impression, of you... ?

In the real near future AI will work with you to devise the best cure for all.

'Dzt dzt toutes parties les ptites crottes su'l coeur...'

'The quack can be plucked.'

[stemmmm]

we have entered "magic isn't real, ghosts aren't real"

i love accusing the highly emotional woman holding a gun of murder. tho its very fun that this is a situation where i can't be like "no but beatrice" as much because you're made to know natsuhi isn't lying, but neither is eva about the door never having opened, so something else is up

really appreciate all the time spent going over how maria doesn't have a split personality, it's a very normal thing for kids to code-switch the way she does... tho with her it feels very abrupt, i'd expect it a little smoother when it happens in the middle of conversation lmao. my god does she feel like a 9 year old when she does the witch switch tho

hm! phone lines down means there's no contact with the boats, means they have to go on faith the boats even show up. means.... boat might not show up at all.

ohhh wish i remembered the other nights. i can't remember any other than the love one because attention was drawn to it. idk what to expect next

well it seems they were next anyways!! tho one is supposed to happen each day right? this seems a tad early for it to drop. hm. regarding the perfect locked room-- sure no one could get in or go out, but someone could have already been in there to start with, waiting. doesn't explain the marking appearing on the door since they couldn't have exited in the meantime, but once the chain is cut, that person is free to get out whenever. this reasoning is all pointless however bc its clearly witch magic

fuckin flowey-ass laugh when kanon gets killed or whatever

"you know when people die they dont come back to life again right?" nah i dont think she gets that concept actually. i think that might be meaningless to her

ah we are fully and truly turning on maria now huh. makes sense tho esp since she's (rightfully!!) a bit of a cunt when in witch mode.

now this talk of granddaddy's room being magically impenetrable! sir why were you screaming nonstop to see beatrice again even at the cost of your life if she can't even come in! go outside, you old fool! go to her!

i don't get all this maria's saying about how beatrice will revive everyone, the gold has completely fallen out of the picture. in fact every single person has ignored the riddle this whole time. which i suppose is the point.... since this seems to just be giving information on what happens as a baseline. but also the riddle does call for all this stuff to happen in order to find the gold..... i simply do not get the riddle lmao

oh my god wait is battler just now for real finally remembering the riddle. its been 1 day my man. busy day i guess!

ahhhh ok, we're admitting it has nothing to do with the gold anyways. that's fine, makes much more sense that it's just the ritual. on account of how it obviously is. so there exist no clues on the gold. ahhh but theyre still calling it a riddle to solve. hrm.

dont enjoy that all the servants have been sent out to die. i think its like, mega confirmed it's just gonna be the servants and doctor since maria was given the charm back and it should only be 3 more to die anyways? speaking of, why give it to her, she surely has more of her own. anyways i know everyones panicking and thinks they'll just get killed amogus style-- hm. i've lost my point due to making that connection. why did it take me that long to make this connection. they have been thrown out the airlock. hm. all that aside, knowing that battler has a mystery magic circle makes me wonder if that being in the room makes it a gate for beatrice to get in and kill them instead of killing the folks sent outside but i imagine that is not the case. potentially funny tho

we are spending suuuuuuch a long time crying over how we threw maria out with no acknowledgement of the 3 other people sent to die lmao. oh these bitches are gonna walk outside into a room of corpses for sure with how long they're taking to undo their bad decision.

LMAO THE MAGIC CIRCLE WAS CASTING SPELL OF GO FUCK YOURSELF

oh fuck the phones back on.

my god these people love to be like "oh it's a trap! let's charge blindly into it!" but like. why not honestly. they know they're gonna mega die, it's pretty clear. ahh yep everyone else is dead and maria is blair witching in the corner LOVE that for her truly truly.

"maria should be running up to us and hugging us so joyous that she's safe!" fucking no she shouldn't! one, you threw her out. two, she clearly saw this horrific shit happen. three, YOU'RE NOT SAFE..........

aw that's so nice of beatrice to cast a spell or w/e to be like dont worry little girl just sing and sing and you won't have a damn clue what's going on

oh shit this duel is awesome, i was kinda hoping it'd lead to a proper beatrice appearance but perhaps it is too soon.

ahhhh focusing the painting rather than a portrait and no real dialogue to keep it really vague what's going on is so goodddddd! beatrice wins!! and i guess the part of the prophecy about everyone being revived must be to do with the looping, yeah? i've been thinking that for a second and it seems especially certain if when three of the kids go to the golden land, they only can get one person/thing? intewesting intewesting

so im watching the tea party because while i skipped the after shows in higu because they felt sucks to me, i read somewhere that this was actually plot relevant and by god. it is. they've taken battler who's saying over and over again show me a witch if you want me to believe witches exist and that witch has appeared and he is now saying what kind of joke is this. what are you getting at. who do you think you're fooling. you cant own me I'm unownable. king shit

ADSJGKSLDG "I DONT BELIEVE IN YOU SO YOU AREN'T REAL"

WAIT I WROKE THAT AS A JOKE BUT THEN HE SAID IT HIMSELF. YES! YES! SICKOS!

so what im getting from this is!!! because beato doesn't have full power unless everyone believes she exists, THAT is how she is able to resurrect. because the 18 can't bring themselves to believe someone they know did a horrific thing, the blame is put on magic and beatrice and gives her power. if it can be proven the murders were done by people, beatrice can be defeated. however that still means people are dying out here which! aint great!

anyways hiiii rika hiiiiiii thanks for the tips girlie, unbelievably funny that you're here to be like "this bitch is crazy. sorry bud. here, let me give you a hint, gl out there" oh my god wait no its even better because she just wants to fuck beato over because she's bored as hell. love her. did not give 2 shits about her in higurashi but here she's great

i've started jury duty btw

i've obviously only just started so i dont know anything yet but very funny to open with the dying man raving about how he will leave no will his ungrateful family gets NOTHING. FUCK THEM KIDS. EVERYTHING I'VE EVER EARNED CAME FROM NOTHING AND IT WILL BE DESTROYED THE INSTANT OF MY DEATH AS ARE THE TERMS OF THE witch's curse. (im aware there is an island that explodes. interesting. curious)

what i know of battler so far is that shit's just CRAZY his whole family's CRAZY aren't they NUTS? and apparently he's on steroids as a like. 17 year old? 18? good for him.

also if there is not a plot twist or something regarding this 9 year old who behaves and talks like an infant i'm gonna lose it. ryukushi i'm certain you've met a 9 year old. im certain you know better.

[my-fancy-hat]

tbh as much as dissapointing may have been Aki and Power's jumpscare for some I take it as a "pin!" from fjmt to look up on in future events, in a "hey readers, I haven't forgot about this" way. For now, since the work material is this reduced, I will approach it from the things that "didn't happen" and why <- hopium

First, this singular page confirms that Denji still has very present Aki and Power in his mind as a source of trauma, replacing his father's death/door in part 1.

Denji rather stab his brain with chainsaws than thinking about Aki and Power's deaths. Self harm as a way to cope is his last resort.

This situation may have happened in the past since he mentions he learned to do this againts mental attacks. There's a gap of almost 1 year of Denji fighting devils alone between part 1 and 2 that we don't know. So, these memories have been refreshed in the meantime.

Denji haven't move on from part 1 events. He still hides his traumatic experiences behind a door. Maybe his father's is open but now there is two new ones.

The absence of a real self-explanatory response from Denji to this quick flashback it's because this isn't the time to dive into his psyche. There's a fight going on that demands his attention since Asa is the one having THE mental breakdown.

This is Asa's story, not Denji's. If I have to put on fjmt's shoes, I would work Denji's trauma alongside Asa's so both, protagonist and deuteragonist, can bond deeper and reflect on each other experiences to complete this aspect of their character arcs together.

c'mon it would be a huge mistake to ignore the elephant in the room that fjmt himself brought in. at least there's something! going on with that.

I always though Denji's arc was kind of "left-open" in part 1 since Makima making him to open the door and face his trauma by force didn't solve shit in the regard, like, heal or at least relieve its weight. Hope this adds a layer on Denji's arc in part 2 to work on? but that's just me tho.

TL;DR denji's trauma with aki and power's death will be adressed in the near future this isn't the moment.

[gubler-me-up]

Friendly Competition

Request: Ok so the bau reader and Spencer aren’t dating but have been like hanging out and going for dinner and doing movie nights and such (not calling anything a date tho), and then on a case an officer is all flirty with the reader over the few days that they’ve been there and spencer gets all moody and jealous and is kind of a jerk and has to apologize but it also pushes him to finally ask the reader out on a real date

A/N: Thanks for the request, anon! Sorry this took me so long to publish like tf I could have finished this yesterday, but I took a lil (two hour) nap and then goofed around on my laptop for hours a mess i know. All that being said this was a request I loved writing because who doesn’t love a jealous Spencer? Enjoy! (side note: I wrote this fic without specifying a gender/specific pronouns to include readers who do not identify as female/woman/she/her. I’m trying my hand at it here because the request only said BAU reader, so I thought it might be nice to make this request more inclusive. To whoever sent this in, I hope that’s okay with you and that you like it!)

Couple: Spencer Reid/Bau!Reader 

Category: Angsty fluff

Content warning: Slight mention of murder

Word count: 2.3k

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You and Spencer were sitting in the conference room in the Dallas Police department. You and the team had been called in to investigate a series of female bodies popping up in a river bed. It had been two days since you had reached Dallas and the case was making a bit of progress.

Hotch had assigned you and Spencer to tackle geographical profiling. Geographical profiling wasn’t your natural talent, but the dynamic energy you and Spencer had at work was undeniable. Outside of work it was even better. Recently you had found yourself going on outings with Spencer. Whenever he wanted to do something you were the first person he would ask.

It was quite fun hanging out with Spencer after work. Whether it was a movie, dinner or stroll through the park, he made it the best time for you. You found him entertaining and charming on these special occasions. You hoped he would want to ask you out on an official date.

In the meantime though, you two worked diligently on solving the case at hand. You both were looking at a map of the area and pinpointing spots these women were last seen alive. Your mapping was interrupted by a knock on the door. You both turned around to see officer Mark Lucas at the doorway with his hands behind his back.

He had been around during the several conversations detective Frederick had with the team. Every time he looked at you with star-spangled eyes. He would repeatedly ask you if you needed anything as well. The day prior he asked if you wanted anything for dinner and the both of you could go get it. You politely declined, but found it cute how intrigued he was by you.

Spencer on the other hand found it quite obnoxious. Every time Mark would compliment you, touch you or stand slightly too close to you, you could feel Spencer’s blood pressure rise. Mark’s admiration for you was for sure overbearing and he made it known loud and proud. He would take any opportunity to flirt with you and every time Spencer would make sure you knew he was upset.

He smiled at you. “So, what’s that beautiful mind of yours thinking of?”

You tried to hide your blush by looking away from him. He definitely had an undeniable southern charm about him. You looked over to Spencer to see him roll his eyes at what Mark had said. You could tell since day one he didn’t like Mark’s presence. He would always look at him weird or roll his eyes.

“We’re just doing some geographical profiling,” you explained.

“I thought you were hard at work. Bet you’re pretty hungry,” he said and then revealed what was behind his back.

It was a white paper bag. He placed it in front of you and eagerly awaited as you opened it to inspect what was inside. It was a sandwich, bottle of water and fries from a local diner you had mentioned to him yesterday. He was definitely a good listener.

You smiled. “Thank you, Mark. I really appreciate it.”

“A man like me couldn’t bear to see you work so hard as you do and not supply you with food. It’s the minimum I could do for an extraordinary person like you, Y/N,” he said.

“There are women popping up dead down the road and you can’t bear seeing Y/N hungry? Makes me wonder where your real priorities are at,” Spencer bitterly said.

You were taken aback by his snippy tone. You had never heard Spencer talk to anyone besides a suspect or unsub like that. You were starting to wonder if he had the same hatred towards Mark. You didn’t get why though. It wasn’t as if you two were exclusive or anything.

Mark smiled at him. “Don’t take this gesture as me not caring about the crime, agent, because I do. I just thought you folk would be hungry doing all this hard work.”

“First of all, it’s Doctor and if that’s true then I guess you must have left my lunch back at the diner,” Spencer said as he got up from his seat.

“Where are you going? We still have to finish this geographical profile,” you said.

“I’m going on a lunch break as well. More than one of us needs to eat,” he said as he started walking towards the door.

“Well, if this spot’s empty, may I keep you company?” Mark said as he took Spencer’s seat beside you.

You smiled at him. “Go ahead.”

“Don’t you have some paperwork or something you have to do?” Spencer asked.

Mark looked at him with a playful confused face. “I thought we were on lunch break?”

Spencer opened his mouth to say something back to Mark which you knew would be vicious. You looked at him and shook your head, discouraging the bickering from going any further. He rolled his eyes and walked out of the room. You and Mark watched as he walked off. You sighed and shook your head.

“Don’t worry ‘bout him, darlin’. He just needs to take a break to cool off,” Mark assured you.

You shrugged. “I guess, but I hate seeing him upset.”

“He just needs some space. After he gets something in his system he’ll be brand new. Maybe if you start eating too you’ll feel better as well,” Mark said.

You smiled. “I guess so.”

After having lunch with Mark, he had to go back to his patrol duty for the afternoon. It was nice having some company while you ate. Spencer hadn’t come back like you thought he would since he usually only drinks coffee for lunch anyway. It was probably for the best since Mark was taking every moment you two spent together to shower you with endless compliments. If Spencer was there he would have definitely had a few words to say.

You walked down the hall to go to the kitchen to fill up your water bottle. Before you entered you saw Spencer walking your way with a coffee in his hand. You smiled and waved at him as he looked at you with a smile as well.

“I see you needed a bit of coffee to brighten your mood,” you said.

“I think I needed a break from seeing that officer drool all over you,” he said.

You rolled your eyes. “He wasn’t drooling over me.”

“He’s been drooling over you ever since we’ve got here and you eat it up. No need to deny it, Y/N,” he said.

“Whatever, it’s not even important right now. We’ll get back to work as soon as I fill up my water bottle,” you said as you walked into the kitchen.

You heard Spencer’s footsteps follow you inside the kitchen. To both of your surprise, Mark was in there getting ready to take the trash out. He saw you walk in and instantly smiled.

“Hello, beautiful. Don’t you have some work you need to be finishing up?” Mark asked with a beaming smile.

“Yeah, I’m just filling up my water bottle before Spencer and I get back to it,” you said as you approached the sink.

He walked up to you. “Allow me. Can’t have you working too hard on little tasks like this.”

“Y/N’s capable of turning on a tap and filling a water bottle,” Spencer snapped.

“No need to have your knickers in a knot, agent. It’s just some good ol’ southern hospitality I’m offering to Y/N,” he said.

“I’m flattered, really, Mark, but I don’t want you to miss your patrol duty and get into trouble,” you said.

“No need to worry, gorgeous. I had to clean the kitchen up a little first anyway. I don’t mind making your day a bit easier,” he said.

“Okay, you know what, whenever you two are serious about finding this unsub, let me know,” Spencer said as he turned around to walk out the door.

“Spencer, are you serious right now? You don’t think we’re serious about finding this unsub?” You asked.

He turned around. “I know you somewhat are, Y/N, but the southern hospitality oriented officer isn’t. I’ll finish the geographical profile on my own. Hotch needs some help with interviews anyway.”

You looked at him in shock. “It’s one thing to be a jerk, but to reassign me to do something else is another thing.”

You turned around to quickly fill up your water bottle and then stormed up to Spencer. You could tell by his eyes he started to feel bad about what he had said. You didn’t care though. If this was how he was going to deal with his jealousy towards Mark, it was time to give him some space. He needed some time to find the real reason why he had to make his jealousy go so far.

“I’m going to Hotch now. Talk to me when you decide you don’t want to be a child anymore,” you said.

Before Spencer could say anything to you, you stormed off. You didn’t want to hear him explain himself because you knew it would be some weak excuse. You soon shed what had occurred in the kitchen, so you could focus on interviewing with Hotch. The case was more important at the moment than immature boy drama.

The next day you were out on the road with Hotch, JJ and Rossi as all of you went to the areas the victims were last seen. The geographical profile Spencer had finished was handy, you had to admit. Would have probably been even better if you could have helped finish it.

On the way back to the police department, you thought about if Spencer had gotten over his jealousy. You had never seen him act so viciously to another man before. You guess Mark was coming on a bit strong, but Spencer and you weren’t much more outside of friends. His actions made you wonder if he saw you as something more.

When you and everyone else arrived at the station, you decided you wanted to use the washroom before helping them deliver the profile. Hotch had allowed everyone ten minutes to prep before they delivered the profile. As you made your way towards the washroom, something caught your eye in the conference room. You saw Spencer sitting in there alone. He looked as if he was in deep thought.

Your curiosity got the best of you and you walked into the room. He hadn’t noticed you since his eyes were still focused on the table, eyebrows still furrowed. You slightly cleared your throat to get his attention. His head immediately shot up and when he saw it was you, his face soon softened.

“I wasn’t expecting you guys to be back so early,” he said as he sat up in his chair.

“Well, we have everything we need to deliver the profile now,” you said.

“I see. Do you have a few minutes to spare before then?” He asked.

You shrugged. “I guess I have some time to spare for you.”

He smiled as he pulled out the chair to his right for you. You walked over and took your seat. You could already tell by his face how sorry he was about yesterday. He looked adorable as his face was slightly pink with embarrassment and you could tell he was searching for the right words to say to you.

“Y/N, I’m sorry about my behaviour yesterday. It was out of line and I shouldn’t have said you didn’t care about the case,” he apologized.

“Why were you so angry? Is someone a bit jealous of Mark?” You asked.

He looked down in embarrassment. “Yeah, I guess I am.”

“What? I can’t hear you with your face to the floor,” you said.

He looked up into your eyes. “I guess I am jealous of Mark. He shows you this undying admiration and love and I thought you were enjoying his company more than you could ever enjoy mine.”

“What? That’s nearly impossible, Spence. I love your company the most,” you assured him.

“Again, I wasn’t thinking rationally for the past few days. I thought about it last night and I think why this jealousy flared up so much is because I thought I was too late.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Too late for what?”

“Too late to actually ask you out on a real date. I’ve been meaning to, but I wasn’t sure if you wanted to.”

“Why did you think I didn’t want to?”

“Because I didn’t think you saw me more than a friend, so I built an irrational sense of jealousy over that assumption.”

You sighed, but it soon turned into a giggle. “I thought Doctorate graduates had to do labs before publishing their research? You’re out here making all these assumptions without even testing it first.”

He chuckled. “I know, it was stupid of me to do and I’m sorry again.”

“No hard feelings at all.”

He smiled as he eagerly looked at you. You looked at him confused as you didn’t know what he was waiting for. Then his face turned into a worried expression which made you look at him worried.

“What’s wrong?” You asked.

“You didn’t answer if you’d actually want to go out on a real date or not,” he said.

You laughed. “Spence, actually ask me in context. What you said didn’t count as a question, it was a confession.”

He chuckled. “Okay, okay. Would you want to go out on a real date with me?”

“Only on one condition,” you said.

He looked at you confused. “Anything. What’s the condition?”

“I get to revoke your Doctorate until you prove to me why they gave you three again because I think they need to reevaluate your critical thinking skills,” you joked.

He laughed. “Almost anything.”

You both laughed as you two headed out of the conference room. As you both headed out you saw Mark walking towards you two. In a second Spencer grabbed your hand to hold it. You looked at him and saw him beaming with pride as you two walked by Mark. You rolled your eyes. No matter how smart a man was, a man in love would always be dumb.

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MASTERLIST

[astra-nomy]

hellooo astra it’s 🦦

i hope your finals went well i bet you absolutely smashed them.

i have an issue and i’d like your advice. i’ve been close to the void state multiple times and i’m very sure the next time i intend to go into the void i’ll do it, but i just can’t seem to do it…as in idk if i’m scared or tired but i haven’t paid any attention to the law of assumption or manifesting any of my desires (yet i still sometimes worry about the old story on a daily basis lol). it’s nice finally being at the end of a 6 year journey so why am i hesitant?? it’ll solve so many problems and i’ll be happier on a daily basis so why have i just paused. idk if this is normal or if i’m lazy…love u tho <3

Hey 🦦! First of all, I do not think you're lazy - manifesting is supposed to be natural. It's not something that requires a certain amount of work to achieve. I love your "end of journey" mindset, that's really helpful because you can look at how far you've come and see all the goodness that's ahead of you and ah!! it feels so nice!! I think your void situation is something that a lot of people struggle with - I know I have. I've still never been to the void because I put it on a pedestal and I'm working through that currently. Maybe affirm to yourself that any fears or worries or tiredness do not hinder your ability to go into the void because you are waaaaay more powerful than that. Also, I would say to try to not think about going into the void until you are right about to do it. Before I shifted, I would think all day about shifting and Will I finally do it? Maybe I will. Maybe I won't. And I would psych myself up for it so badly that I was forming assumptions before I even started my attempt. Don't doom yourself to thinking a negative outcome into existence. Leave it alone until you try. If it comes up, just say to yourself, "I'm going to go to the void tonight." and leave it at that. Nothing else needs to be said until you are actually attempting it.

Another thing: try something else! The void will always be there, so in the meantime, feel free to explore. You 100% do not need any method to manifest your desires, but sometimes I like to look up/create fun methods that I enjoy doing! I find that doing a method I enjoy helps my desires come way faster, so instead of affirming in worry and being like "i have my desired face i have it i have it do i have it yet? let me check the mirror ok no i don't i need to affirm more okay i have my desired face..." didn't do much, so instead I would get out of bed and start putting on outfits that make me feel confident, and I would think about how I look with them on, all while picturing myself with my desired face and feeling myself having it. I'd shift into that mindset by having a fun little fashion show as if I already had everything I wanted. It was like those little math sheets we used to do as kids where they'd make math into a game? You'd forget about "do i know how to solve this problem" and just think "omg games!!" and before you know it you're doing math. Find something you enjoy doing, something that builds up your confidence, and then revisit the void. Or you can do something to make the void fun! It's truly whatever motivates you and keeps you at ease while manifesting.

You do not have to do as I say by any means if you don't want to, this is just what I think would be helpful in your situation. Thanks for sending an ask love!! Manifesting aside, how are you? I hope your finals went well and your summer is going splendidly! Much love <3

[rockium-z]

I ask you all questions, you are free to ignore any you wish :>

if someone wanted to really understand you, what would they read, watch, and listen to?

Entity NEO is an Undertale fancomic that I definitely like a normal amount… (/j)

seriously tho this damned comic lives in my brain rent-free and unless I knock my head too hard on something and lose my memory of the entire last two years, I don’t think I’ll move on from this any time soon.

if I may derail this ask for a bit? the angst is so fucking good. the story starts out like yeah, half of everyone is dead, and the main character’s left with so much emotional baggage and regret to deal with in the aftermath, but by luck they do manage to find other people who care about them and care for them. and yeah, it doesn’t automatically solve everything with the Power of Friendship, iirc there’s a friendship that doesn’t even become an official friendship until chapter 18, and before then the main character kinda implodes twice over their feelings regarding their estranged, late cousin, and the discoveries they made about him in the meantime, and some other shit does hit the fan — but it’s the people who care about them who ultimately help them out of implosion number 2, and it’s likely because of those who care about them that drives the main character to heal and take small steps out of their corner of stewing in their own memories and guilt and move on with their life. and it’s tough. the pain and grief of losing someone you love, losing that fond image of them as well as losing your old way of living still really sucks, and somehow it just feels…authentic, in a sense. but there’s lighthearted moments too that stand out against the sadness and strike a nice balance, and especially in some of the later chapters there’s just the characters living their lives despite the shit they’ve been through. and it’s just — the comic takes a ragtag couple of characters who I didn’t know in canon beyond sad ghost, nerdy lizard with a lot of complexity going on, fabulous robot with a lot of complexity going on and sans undertale, and gives them depth and explores some really interesting themes and actually makes me like them a whole lot and root for them. I hope Napstablook gets a hug someday I am so excited to see where the story goes next you will not believe, the second I see that little notif for it I will drop everything to find out what happens to these characters. I love this fancomic so much.

Okay I swear I have other interests you can get to know me by, that one up there’s just the one I have Many Thoughts about — anyways Kirby is honestly the shit. Forgotten Land looks so fucking good and honestly the dark lore and the music of especially the later games is just *chef’s kiss*. there’s also Omori, which. uh. made me cry very very hard, and the music is also really goddamn fun and emotional and the themes of friendship and guilt are wonderful, and yeah Undertale and Deltarune are great games.

list your fandoms and one character from each that you identify with.

Kirby: Honestly, I’ve always low-key wanted to be a friend to others like how Kirby is. They’re shaped like a friend and I’d kinda like to be that way, too.

Undertale: Chara’s a kid who loves their adoptive family and fucked up a bit trying to help them, and I kinda vibe with that.

Deltarune: Kris and Susie have awesome vibes and I love them both.

Touhou: Reimu just kinda chilling in her downtime is something I highkey relate to haha

Omori: Hmm tough one! I’d say Mari because honestly she’s one of my favorite characters, but I also do relate with Aubrey and her feeling of the world moving on without acknowledging past pain a lot.

do you like your name?  is there another name you think would fit you better?

My real name is…well it’s alright, I guess. I’m used to it. I think there might be a name that vibes with me better, but it’s not quite my screename, so no I haven’t found one yet.

do you think of yourself as a human being or a human doing? do you identify yourself by the things you do?

Hmm. Probably more a human doing, tbh, and the things I do definitely make up a large part of who I am.

describe your ideal day.

Tough one, but I think my best days nowadays are when I get some substantial writing or art thing done + something that I’ve been waiting for happens, bonus if I go outside and chill a while.

are you an artist?

Yep! Don’t post here much, though.

dog person or cat person?

Both. Both is good.

inside or outdoors?

Inside mostly, but y’know when you go outside and find some sheltered area and just get to watch the rain fall? That’s the shit.

if you’d grown up in a different environment, do you think you’d have turned out the same?

I don’t think a different environment would’ve led to me discovering all the same things that I ended up doing, so likely no.

would you say your tumblr is a fair representation of the “real you”?

Hmm. Tumblr me is a fandom-fixated little guy (gender neutral) who generally stays away from drama and is just here in her own little corner for a good time, so it’s got some things right. Though “fair representation of the real you” might be a bit of a stretch.

do you love easily?

Romantically? Definitely not.

Platonically? See how quickly I will give you a piece of my heart the second you enter my orbit.

how would you describe your gender/sexuality?

I’m pretty comfortable with being afab, though how I experience it is that it’s great, barring a few things I’d like tweaked — namely, I’d prefer to not have my tits (bras are uncomfy for long stretches), and I’d very much like a way to just not have periods at all ever again. I don’t vibe with overtly feminine things or typical girl activities like shopping or whatever makeup is, but dresses are flowy and cool.

Sexuality is pretty much just aro/ace, with a bit of a lean towards girls.

on a scale from 1 to 10, how hard is it for someone to get under your skin?

Assuming 1 is incredibly difficult and 10 is extremely easy, I’d rate myself around 4 — I try to be incredibly patient in general, though if disturbed one too many times I tend to make myself scarce and nope outta the way.

pick one of your favorite quotes.

And you snap out of it. Or are snapped out of it. Never again will you lay a hand against yourself, not so long as there are plums to eat and somebody-anybody-who gives enough of a damn to haul them to you. So long as you bear the least nibblet of love for any other creature in this dark world, though in love portions are never stingy. There are no smidgens or pinches, only rolling abundance. That’s how you acquire the resolution for survival that the coming years are about to demand. You don’t earn it. It’s given.

— an excerpt from Cherry, by Mary Karr

or this one:

If you promise to stay alive just a little bit longer I promise that we are going to make this world a place worth living in by any means necessary. I ain’t giving up. I swear.

— from this post

[sleeplessandstubborn]

Emily in Paris or why I stopped caring about the protagonist and I started rooting for the French. Episode 1.

Let’s be clear. I was planning to root for the French anyway. They are in the neighbouring country, I quite like them and I was prepared to confront and make fun about all the stereotypes in this series. Because this was exactly what I expected. Funny, lighthearted and totally braindead (wink wink) escapism in an instagrammed to the top Paris which has the same resemblance with the real one than Vincent Minelli’s... But without Gene Kelly. So what did I think of the first episode?

Meet Emily Cooper from Chicago. She’s young, she is dynamic, she struggles to be liked by everyone and at the beginning of the series. She is a marketing executive about to be promoted or so she thinks.

... Because her boss Madeline (played by Kate Walsh) is going to Paris in order to take work with Savoir, a luxury firm the company (sorry I forgot its name) has just adquired. Madeline is overjoyed because working for a year in Paris is one of her dreams and because French men like mature women, as probed by the fact that their young and hot (sic, but this blog agrees) president married his high school teacher. We’ll never know which plans Madeline had for Frenchmen, whether they are young or hot or not. The case is after two minutes in the series she vomits, which means she’s pregnant and she can’t go anywhere because it’s an truth universally aknowledged that pregnant women can’t go on with their plans.

It’s in the next scene when we meet Emily’s boyfriend, Doug, and when we learn she’s going to Paris in Madeline’s place, in spite of being unprepared and not knowing the language. At this point one wonders how it’s possible that no one else in the company can replace Madeline. All of them are monolingual? Our plucky heroine is not discouraged by the litle fact of knowing virtually nothing about the country in which she’s going to live during the next twelve months. She and Doug - the moment you see the scene you know it wont’ go well - agree on a long distance relationship.

And after a very well done transition, we have crossed the ocean. Yes, this is well done, and I say it unironically. Episodes are short, your show is called Emily in Paris, so, what’s better than having your main lady already in the French capital in less than five minutes. The series goes to the point in this aspect and it’s a good thing to spare us of unnecesary scenes.

So Emily arrives to her apartment with pretty views, confused about in which floor she’s supposed to live (running gag ahead) and already hit on by a French guy on a suit that looks like the love child of Gabriel Attal and Albert Rivera (check it, seriously). I couldn’t take him seriously not only because of that but also because he said that Emily’s appartment was a chambre de bonne. Not by any means. Look, I’ve never lived in Paris but I know that apartment is huge when compared with a real chambre de bonne.

Off to know her working place, Emily has this HUGE smile pasted on her face. I don’t know if this supposed to make her charming and likeable. For me - it’s true than I have this European perspective - she looks a mix between an anxious puppy and a psychopath. I would be scared and would avoid her at all costs. The cultural clash is about to happen.

Yeah, I would look at her too, Julien a.k.a. token black character. You have probably heard about the lack of diversity in this series, I won’t abound in that, others have worded it better. It also an established fact that French people smokes at their workplace, even if in the European Union we have these things called smoking bans that won’t allow it.

And enter Sylvie, Emily’s Parisian boss and supposed main antagonist, à la Devil wears Prada. What to say about Sylvie other than I adore her? Her clothes, her style, her sarcasm. As any rational being would do, Sylvie is pretty dismayed to learn that Emily does not have the slightest idea of French and its already wanting to impose her American perspective and her alleged knowledge of social media. The problem is I don’t know if her posts on Instagram really deserve that much attention. Clash ensues with the rest of her new coworkers. C’est la cata! they comment. I quite agree.

Our fish-out-of-water takes an evening afterwork stroll (this Paris is like one square kilometer and public transport is something you mention but never appears) and calls her boyfriend to state the entire city looks like Ratatouille, which legitimately made me laugh. I am not sure if this reference means that Emily’s filmic culture is that limited or if it’s her boyfriend the one who only knows a movie which takes place in Paris and that’s one is Ratatouille. We know that Emily at least has seen Moulin Rouge and that makes two so probably is Doug’s fault.

Back at home, and since she has forgotten how to count, Emily attempts to open the wrong door. Immediately a wild Frenchman appears; it’s Gabriel, played by Lucas Bravo probably one of these young hot men Madeline would target. He takes the intrusion reasonably well. Especially when it’s discovered that Emily only knows his region, Normandy, from Saving Private Ryan. That makes three films, so definitely I think Doug is the problem here as far as filmic culture goes.

Next day Emily picks a yellow outfit and goes to work, purchasing a pain au chocolat in her way to work. I confess I was underwhelmed when discovered that there wouldn’t be any joke about the Great Civil War that has been going on in France since its earliest days: the partidaries of pain au chocolat vs. the ones of chocolatine. A ferocious, merciless conflict unknown by most nations. A lost opportunity not making this woman someone from the South who bravely defies Parisian conventions calling it chocolatine. I’m team pain au chocolat btw. Naturally when she discovers the wonderful world of flavours she makes another Instagram post. She’s earning more and more followers, Heavens know why.

However, she has a Big Problem with Doing Research. Example given, she doesn’t know her schedule - a problem which could have been solved with reading numbers - and arrives two hours early to her workplace.

Once there she discovers she can’t sit with the cool kids. No one wants to lunch with her, so she decides to miserably sit by herself at the park, where we met her best new friend. Her name’s Mindy, she’s from Shangai and she’s working as au pair, while teaching Mandarin to the two blond children she’s looking after. We’ll later discover more about her. She instantly detects the American in Emily and offers her help to this awkward but at the same time arrogant newcomer.

Meanwhile at Savoir, Emily has earned a sobriquet. La Plouc, which is adopted by Sylvie and most of her coworkers even if Luc seems more or less reluctant to say it. La Plouc means the hick, as she instantly discovers thanks to an online translator. It’s really not a good day for our heroine, and she cames back home - remember that thing about this Paris being one square kilometer? - walking. Co-worker and someone who  for some resason reminds me to the posh-y version of Philippe Poutou - check it - Luc passes by as she sits lonely by herself and apologizes for calling her la Plouc earlier. He also claims she’s arrogant for coming to Paris without speaking or even understanding French - which is true - and tells her people is probably scared as her new, modern ideas. Which makes no sense at all and it’s probably a white lie.

Meanwhile and for some reason her totally inocuous posts in Instagram makes her earn more and more followers. During the night, her oblivious to timezones boyfriend call her and they have - or attempt to have - a totally awkward and unsexy session of cybersex. At the end Emily is so frustrated that she tries to use her electric vibrator which leads to the short-circuit of the entire building. Fortunately before she has the oportunity of getting closer to the device in question. And that’s how Episode 1 ends.

What did I think? It’s fun and pretty to look at. Even prettier to rant about. As long as your brain remains carefully shut off in the meantime and you don’t take it that seriously you are going to enjoy it I guess. At least it’s my case.

Still frustrated for not covering the Great Civil War tho.

[kannra21]

Daisuzu after ep11 💴💗

OK we have Hoshiharu as well surprise surprise! @innovativestruggles this is your request of Suzue inviding Daisuke's bed at night so here ya go~ *there's a moment you'll think it'd turn into something explicit but in reality it's not so enjoy!*

That night Daisuke went to bed earlier after completing his business commitments, he was tired and reluctant of doing any other sorts of activities. He changed into his gray pajamas, brushed his teeth and tucked himself under the sheets, the same sheets Suzue brought him under a couple of days ago and he smiled a little. Now that he remembered it, it reminded him of the embarrassment he needed to undergo in order to avoid HEUSC's curiosity of trying to collect data on the things they were discussing during their stay at the mansion.

At least he was glad that everything was over; Kikuko was arrested, the AL was handed to MCPTF and everyone threw a big party to celebrate another marvelous win in the name of justice. Daisuke stayed just for a little bit because Kato and Hoshino got so drunk that they tied ties around their heads, climbed on the table and started singing incomprehensibly and although it looked funny, it wasn't for a person like him, the millionaire detective who got used to high-end types of gatherings. Besides, he couldn't allow himself to pass out in front of so many people, Kato was an exception though and it stayed at that.

When he arrived home, it was the first time that Suzue saw him after everything they've been going through. She stood at the entrance expectantly but refused to move any further because, although she felt enormous happiness upon seeing him coming back safe, she wanted to respect his boundaries and not to let her feelings get to her. Nonetheless, she couldn't completely deny them and that was prominent when the tears she was holding in for so long started falling down her face. Daisuke approached her with a bottle of Dom Perignon Champagne from 1973 and hugged her as if his life depended on it. The guilt of worrying her so much during their fight at the ship made him realize just how much Suzue meant to him and he wanted to let her know.

They drank the champagne in elegant thin glasses while the fireplace radiated with beautiful autumn-like atmosphere inside of their royal mansion. They talked and Suzue couldn't keep her hand away from his which Daisuke didn't mind. In fact, it made him calm and he felt a certain warmth filling his heart. He finally felt free after a long time; his days weren't boring and hollow anymore, his mother's murder has finally been solved and he made sure to check on his old man once a week. The doctors told him to give him some time for recovery since his memory was still damaged from the way Kikuko locked him out. Daisuke listened to their instructions and hoped for the best, everything he wanted was talk to his father the way he always used to.

Seeing Suzue's concerned expression made him sympathize and he invited her to sit with him on the sofa. Suzue blushed on the suggestion but she got up and sat down on his lap, with her legs crossed to his right. He placed one hand on her back while the other held her hand on her lap. Suzue leaned against his chest and Daisuke watched her eyes from below. She was beautiful like this and he snuggled his head into her right shoulder.

"He's going to be alright, I have a good feeling about this." Daisuke reassured.

"I can't believe that Mrs. Kikuko held him like this for 19 years. The sole thought of us sharing the same space during your absence sent chills down my spine."

"I know but now she's in a place where she belongs and you're safe. Please stop worrying, you've been doing this all day long."

He kissed her shoulder and she leaned her head on his.

"I know but it's hard to believe after everything we've been going through. She was so nice and I trusted her."

"Yes but she never really loved us. Everything she ever did was taking care of her own interests, money and adollium. And it meant so much more to her than my mother’s life or my father's well-being. This entire family was suffering because of her and her obsession with materialism clouded her mind."

...

"But that's why I have you and from now on there will never be a day where my motivations won't be aimed at anything else but our own happiness."

Suzue kissed him and this was actually the first time they ever shared a moment like this. Their lips parted and they looked at each other with big surprised eyes. Suzue started apologizing and getting up from her position but Daisuke pulled her back and kissed her more passionately. Suzue couldn't believe that he truly returned her feelings. After so many dangers and so many missions, he decided to show affection on the most carefree of events. He wasn't drunk, but she truly couldn't tell since his face was just as flush as when he used to exaggerate with his drink or two and she laughed a little. The blush was a nice contrast to his deep blue eyes and she leaned closer to capture his lips again but then he turned her around on her back and now she was laying on the sofa while he was hovering above her. He started to remove his waistcoat but then Suzue interrupted

"Don't you love this sofa? You're always talking about it as if it's one of your favorite items in the house."

Daisuke laughed under his breath, way to ruin the moment.

"I can buy a new sofa but I can't buy you. You are irreplaceable, my dear. Is that a satisfying enough reason for you?"

"Hm yes I think you're ri-" Daisuke caught her lips once again and continued leaving trails down her neck and collar bone.

Suzue removed his black striped tie, he unbuttoned her taupe-colored coat and the moment the situation started to heat up, Daisuke's phone ringed and he picked it up annoyingly.

On the other line was Kato who was talking somewhat slurishly "Kambe.. bout our movin' to England.. I just remembered bout the visas.. and travel insurance. I need to check everythin' before the final term.. so tell me when do you plan on leavin'. I be wantin' to do everything on time."

"You're planning on doing this drunk?"

"I'm not DRUNK Kambe.. I can still stand!"

"Congratulations on being one with the mankind, Kato-keibu."

Hoshino answered from the other side "Kambe-san! Please take care of sempai.. And don't let him go too far. You know how he can be."

"What does that even mean Hoshi?!" Haru sounded offended.

"Nothing.. besides the fact that you're reckless af.. which is hot."

"Reallyyyyyy~" Haru teased him and rustling could be heard through the phone.

"Guys can you leave the snogging for another time? I have something important to do."

"W-w-who is snogging?!" Hoshino sounded flustered.

"Who are you doing? Suzue-san?" Haru teased.

"It's really none of yo-"

"Ah-ah, don't try to deny it Kambe. I saw you two comin' from your room.. looking like a MESS!"

"Wait really?! Hoshino exclaimed surprised."

"Yup."

"I thought the two were related.. they looked similar tho."

"We're getting this all the time, it's for Suzue's decoy." Daisuke said.

"Oooooooo!" the guys replied in unison and Daisuke massaged his temples. Why was he even talking to the two drunks?

"Anyways, Kato, you have a week before departure and in the meantime you'll be able to organize everything. If there's a problem with time management you can contact me and I'll pay for the insurance if needed."

"Thanks Kambe! In moments like this I completely forget what of an asshole you can be. Say hi to Suzue for me."

Daisuke ended the call and sighed in defeat. He turned around expecting Suzue on the sofa but she wasn't there, great.

She came from the kitchen carrying two cups of Twinings Pure Camomile Tea and handed him the cup.

"It's been a long day and I thought you might need something for the relaxation."

"I'm sorry for this."

Suzue pecked his lips and stroked the back of his neck "You know that I love you all the same, no matter what happens."

Daisuke leaned and pressed their foreheads together "I'm going to miss you so much."

"Why?" Suzue was confused.

"You need to relax too, you deserve it. What do you say about a nice little vacation while I'm fighting crimes in the UK?"

"In this case I want to be in England for the vacation. What if something happens and I won't be able to help?" Suzue pouted and Daisuke smiled softly, she was so cute.

"That's the point of the vacation dear, you're supposed to enjoy yourself more. I'll be fine," Daisuke touched his earing device "HEUSC, give me the most luxurious destination to spend holidays in."

"However you say."

"Are you sure about this? You won't mind?" Suzue asked concerned.

"Of course. Besides, you never really got the chance to relax since you were too preoccupied with my mother's case."

"Place of your interest: Bora Bora, French Polynesia." HEUSC replied.

"Here, I'll book you the rest and everything you have to do is take the stuff you'll need. Don't forget the sunscreen, the sun is really strong out there."

Suzue looked sheepishly at her fingers fiddling "Thank you, I don't want to come across as ungrateful but I'd really appreciate if you joined me one day. That is, if you ever find the time."

"It's going to be difficult since the crime rate is getting higher because of the adollium smuggle. It's another challenge for all of us, but we will overcome that as well."

He took her hands in his "So yes, I'll join you for a day or more."

"Good enough for me." Suzue smiled and hugged him and he returned with the same warmth and comfort. They stayed like this for some time while Suzue held her head on his shoulder. It was a feeling she never wanted to forget.

And that's how it came about. They entered their own rooms, did their nightly routine and went to bed. And as much as he tried, Daisuke couldn't fall asleep because of all the things that went through his head. The world will be a more dangerous place from now on and adollium will be one of the key milestones in preserving the well-being of all people. Maybe the grandma was right, maybe the world wasn't mature enough for this kind of responsibility. Perhaps Kato helped him in bringing one of the most important decisions in his life, but then what? How can he proceed? What should he do? Was there a reason for him to be worried at all? He felt guilty for his family's project and troubles it brought for all of them. He could convince Suzue in his words but there was no way he could convince himself. He was hopeless.

But then he heard someone quietly entering his room and, being the only other person in the house, of course he concluded that it was Suzue. He heard her carefully inviding his bed, lying behind his back and placing her hands around him on his chest. Without a word, he took her smaller hand in his own and kissed her knuckles.

Maybe his life just became more difficult but as long as Suzue was there by his side, he could sleep without a worry in the world.

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[blackypanther9]

Part 13 - Weapon 20 8 1 14 15 19

No one’s POV...

The doors of the lift opened and Loki saw many masked people run around, ordering, pushing, inspecting, experimenting, you name it ! They had all their hands full of work. Loki's eyes were as wide as plates. It was a big ass room and there were so many people ! Probably 200...

"Loki !! Keep up !", Dexter yelled at him from a little further away.

Loki shook his head and stormed to Dexter's side.

"How many are here ?", Loki asked him in awe.

"Well...working in this section...400 people. The people who are right now here working...210. Usually it is not so full here, but I gave them many tasks and that is why today there are so many. Do not worry tho, they still get their breaks like everyone else. I am still fair. At night the other 190 people work. This section here, never sleeps."

Loki's mouth fell open.

"Why ? Why does it never sleep ?"

"Well...We have always stuff for them to do down here. If we would give them a break for a few days, it would be too much for them in the end and also they would need to shut everything down...which is fast but the turning on at everything, is taking hours. It would be a waste of time."

Loki nodded in understanding. He followed Dexter through everything and then saw a weapon, he held Dexters arm and he stopped.  Dexter looked at Loki.

"What is it ?"

"What is this for ?", Loki asked pointing at the weapon.

"Oh this...It was a failed prototype. Nothing to worry about. Tomorrow it shall be destroyed."

"What was its planned purpose ?"

"Destroying a whole HYDRA base, without killing the tortured children. It didn't kill the children, it was tested on one, and it destroyed a base, but if more children got hit with that beam, it melted their body's together. It was tested on two mice...Since then we abandoned that project. It was too risky to continue."

Loki gulped. They continued to walk.

"Boss !! Boss !!", someone called in a white doctor robe.

That person came running to them with a few papers.

"Maker...What is it ?", Dexter said.

Maker stopped, held his knees and huffed.

"I have very bad news..."

"May be ?"

"The weapon 20 8 1 14 15 19 is not working like it should. Something is either missing or it got sabotaged. We were sure that we built a blue and green wire with a black and red one inside the weapon, but green and blue are missing and we can not find them anywhere."

(20 8 1 14 15 19 is a little puzzle for you to solve, I bet you can find it out. Put it into the comments and let me know what you think the numbers mean !)

Dexter went stiff.

"Dexter...what is weapon 20 8 1 14 15 19 ?", Loki asked confused.

Dexter ignored him.

"I will get you new ones. And you are to 100% sure that you actually built them inside already ?"

"Yes we were. They were in no other weapon built and in our storage room was no trace of them too. Someone must have taken them."

"....Thank you Maker. I will take care of that...problem.", Dexter said in a monotone.

Maker nodded.

"What shall we do the meantime ? Without those wires, we can not continue, Boss. The weapon itself is more than very stable, we checked 100 times, always the same results."

"Take the rest of the day off. Either you help the others or you go and do as you please with the others, but always have your eyes open. For now there is a code yellow."

Maker nodded and ran back to his station. Loki looked at Dexter confused.

"Code yellow ? Weapon 20 8 1 14 15 19 ? What is all that, Dexter ?", Loki asked a little scared.

He turned around and looked at Loki.

"Did you steal anything from down here ?", Dexter asked coldly.

Loki widened his eyes in shock and shook his head fastly.

"No. When should I have had the time for that. LION was always with me and you and the others. I didn't do anything. I swear ! Please believe me !", Loki begged with tears briming his eyes.

Dexter looked stone dead into Loki's eyes, searching for any kind of lie. It was hard to tell, if Loki was scared because he did indeed steal anything, or because of something else. The tears were unimportant right now, Loki was an actor. Suddenly his earpiece sent a voice through, Fox.

"Dexter ? Boss, Rat just left the property. Did he get any permission for that ?"

"He didn't...Follow him and stalk him out. I want answers."

"Why ? What happened ?"

"Two wires from weapon 20 8 1 14 15 19 just got stolen. A green and a blue one. It was already inside it, it got sabotaged and I was just thinking that Loki did anything, without knowing that it was bad."

"I saw in Rat's hand something green, and black...I think it was a hair of Loki..."

"......GET HIM BACK HERE IMMEDIATELY !!!", Dexter yelled through the whole room.

Dexter's voice sounded inhuman, angered and cold. Like death itself. Everyone stopped working and looked at Dexter in shock. Loki flinched and hid under a table, having big eyes of fear.

"I will do my best, Boss. Over.", Fox answered calmly.

With that Fox was gone. Loki was terrified.

'Will he throw me out ? Will he kill me ? What did I do ? Does he think that I snooped around and stole ? Please don't throw me out...I didn't do anything this time...'

Dexter looked around and realized that Loki was gone. He became worried.

"Loki ?! Loki where are you ?!"

No answer. Loki was too scared to answer. Dexter could smell Loki's fear. He followed the scent and found him, hiding under a table like a little kid. He must have scared him to death with his voice....

Dexter crouched down and looked at Loki, who looked at him with big eyes of fear.

"Loki...come here boy.", Dexter said softly.

Loki shook his head and stayed there, hugging his knees even tighter.

"Loki I didn't mean to scare you. I am sorry."

"Please don't throw me out...I swear I didn't do anything....I swear...", Loki mumbled, not looking at Dexter.

"Nobody plans to throw you out, love. I am sorry that I thought that you had done it. Fox is already repairing it."

Loki looked at Dexter and slowly crawled out from under the table.

"Who is he after ? Will Fox be okay ?", Loki asked worried.

"He will be fine. He is after Rat. Say...were you ever near a masked person named Rat ? He has this mask."

Dexter showed Loki a mask of a mouse head, just a little bigger. Loki nodded slowly.

"Yes. He talked with me yesterday. Why ?"

"Loki...Rat took one of your lose hair with himself...do you know what he could do with just that simple hair alone ?"

Loki shook his head.

"He can experiment on it. Find out what, who and how you are. He can see your DNA. He can clone you. He can absorb that little bit of magic it has. He can find out everything about you, by just a little strand of hair. He flew off with it and we believe that he stole the wires. My thought is...that he is working for HYDRA...Fox will bring him back and then I will get my informations. I want you to not be around then. You will stay with Ice cube and with either Fox or Icebird. You don't need to see what I will do with him."

"Kill him in the most brutal way ?"

"No. Worse, Loki. Something that can give you nightmares for years, so do not try anything funny just to peak and see what I will do. Stay with them and do not wander around without them near you. Code yellow was a warning to suspect a spy here. Anything weird that should not be weird gets noted and send to me. Now it is code blood red. Blood red means the worst. A traitor and I will torture him until he will spill."

Loki gulped.

"And weapon 20 8 1 14 15 19 ?"

"That is a secret. Top secret."

With that Dexter and Loki went back to the lift and to Dexter's room.

Masterlist HERE !

[arincalz]

⌠ ETHAN CUTKOSKY, 20, CIS MALE, HE/HIM ⌡ welcome back to gallagher academy, ARIN CALLISTER! according to their records, they’re a THIRD year, specializing in ADVANCED ENCRYPTION; and they DID NOT go to a spy prep high school. when i see them walking around in the halls, i usually see a flash of shaggy unkempt hair, the glow of LED case lights in bi pride colors, late night thunderstorms and the first skate on fresh ice. when it’s the (scorpio)’s birthday on 11/03/1999, they always request their CHICKEN STRIPS from the school’s chefs. looks like they’re well on their way to graduation.  / @gallagherintro​

will i ever write a coherent bio for a character instead of just copy/pasting my brain dump notes ? maybe. someday. probably not but if u think these are bad u should see my indie :))))

        he wishes he had a cooler story for why he started hacking and coding, and often when he's asked he'll make something up on the spot. but if you press enough, he'll admit to wanting more coins in club penguin when he was eight and than wondering how those exploits worked.         pretty quickly he discovered whole communities online for hacking other games and even whole websites and he became fascinated. it would be a few years before he'd actually be able to participate in these communities (mom said no), but even as a kid he would lurk the forums for tips and new scripts to test out and tinker with. it was basic script kiddie stuff, but it was a start.         that summer when it was time to pick a day camp he'd ask his mom to find a coding camp for him to try. his mom had to pull some strings to get him in, and he was a few years younger than the rest of the class, but that wouldn't keep arin from constantly showing them up. he'd keep going to coding camp every summer for the next few years - and in the meantime, the forums and his own tinkering kept him sharp and learning new things.         in middle school he discovered bug bounties, where companies pay hackers to report on security flaws in their systems. this gave him something to do besides hack and mod video games - which was still fun, but wasn't going to make him any money - and something to actively work towards. he started small, looking for vulnerabilities in his school's system and informing them by leaving little notes for the administrators telling them how he did it and how he thought it could be fixed. he didn't get anything out of that, but it taught him what he needed to slowly work his way up to bigger and better things. and after about a year or so he was supplementing his allowance of his little side hustle.

        the bounties got more substantial in high school as he worked his way into bigger and tougher systems. by now he was active in the online communities, and took a certain amount of pride in being "the kid" in a few of them. in hindsight, that's probably how he got the attention of blackthorne academy in the first place.         the move to gallagher after a year at blackthorne was a more than welcome one. he didn't do great in that sort of environment, though his fighting skills from years of playing hockey helped him keep his head above water. still hated the place, though.

and now for some fun bonus personality stuff:

he and devon go way back to when they were smol babies at their separate day camps that happened to cross paths enough for them to make friends. just how often he participated in [gregg from nitw voice] crimes is tbd but let it be known he has used his powers for evil

likes solving his problems with his fists, but he went the whole last semester without punching anyone, and you know what we call that ? growth. (the summer doesn't count, shhh, that asshole at the bar in berlin had it coming and his nose looks better crooked anyway, shhhhhhhhh)

this boy has uniform violations for days and like, some of it is because he thinks the rules are stupid but some of it he just genuinely forgets. even though this is his second year at gallagher just he has not learned the dress code. 

computer smart, but otherwise ?? no thoughts, head empty

dyslexic, cannot read, will cry if you ask him to try and read something smaller than like 14px or in a font that isn't a basic mono or serif

has snails named snurcules, spork, escargobi-wan kenobi and p sherman 42 wallaby way sydney (sherman for short) because none of my characters can have normal pets. ( look how cute tho )

i mentioned it in passing in the bio but he used to play hockey as a kid and in high school and he's pretty good but that’s also where he first learned how to fight

speaking of hockey i don’t actually have a good reason for him to be a capitols fan so as much as it pains me i am reluctantly making him a devils fan which in its own way... is very fitting

he also probably whines a lot about not being able to just ~go skate~ whenever he wants to, please help him find some other hobbies, get him a skateboard maybe

honestly probably runs a gallagher minecraft server and if you piss him off he'll blow up your house, free your chickens and dye all your sheep pink

[itsfunnierin-enochian]

An update about me that nobody needs or want

I'm not looking for attention, so don't worry about me, seriously. It happened before, happens often and will always happen to me because I deserve it somehow. I'm just venting because I feel every minute like I'm about to explode and ugh I hate that feeling. Also, sorry about typos. The Tumblr app is not even working on my phone so I'm logged from chrome, which is pretty sad. Most of the apps are disappearing from my phone because the OS is too old. How I wish I could change it. Lucky me... How do I explain that I apply to jobs online daily and not even once I get called? The situation is hard for everyone anyway but it's just one fucking stupid job, how hard could that be??? Well I can't get it and that frustrates me more than all the other things. There's no other way I could feel but useless and worthless. I could never compete with the other people that apply, so sometimes I say "why do I even bother" but I need a fucking job. I need to help my family and be able to buy a new fucking phone, I mean... how hard is that??? Why is it So hard to get something normal that everybody has??? In life, I've always tried to look at the glass half full, thinking that there are a lot of people in a worse place than I am, not that I find joy in other people's unhappiness but I think "if someone is sick, poor, or whatever shitty thing that is worst than my shitty insecurities, anxieties and dumbness AND still fighting to live another day, why wouldn't I do it?" I have a great, understanding family, I don't have many friends but one or two that are worth the pain, I have a roof, a cat, I know how to speak, how to express, except for some pain in my body I'm healthy and I'm okay. I should NOT complain at all. But sometimes life is so fucking rough on me that I just sink deep into this stupid black hole and stay here, until a little hope comes and pulls me out, just to throw me back in not long after. I don't know. I wish I had the answer, I wish I wasn't a disappointment for people I let down, my family and whoever, you if you're reading this. I'm frustrated, sad and hopeless. Sometimes I cry, not so often, I can't never find a moment to be alone and cry all I need to cry. Sometimes I can't hold it and I break down in front of my family, having to run to the bathroom so nobody can ask "what's happening" because that makes me feel worse and I know that by crying I can't fix anything. Life is hard and much different than what I thought it would be before I finish high school, I had plans and I had no idea what "adult" life was like. It SUCKS. If I could I would turn back the time and go back to young me and tell me not to be so scared or insecure, risk, learn how. Today I can't risk, I can't get out of my comfort zone even though I try. I had to get out from here, from Twitter, Instagram and Facebook for a while, it frustrated me beyond words because I honestly have nothing to share but all this crap I put into words. Nobody wants to read this, especially not family or people I know, they wouldn't understand . So this is a safe place, although I don't know many of you I know you all deal with stuff. And I know this is just a rough time, it shall pass, but in the meantime I feel like the best that could happen to me is to stop myself from living, but I can't take a risk, I'm too coward for that. Maybe it will change, I'm sure it will, I know I need to change myself first tho, and I feel like I need a lot of help at the same time I can handle it on my own and at the same time I just want to lie down, cry and sleep until life gets better automatically so I don't have to write this again. I'm often cheering people up, trying to make their confidence boost up and I do my best, but I just do that "my best" is never enough, not for them or for me. My advices are shit even for me to take them, because when I'm positive I'm a good kind of positive, right now I can't think positive, I can't cheer myself up because I have no hopes. And I have no one who do their best, I did "my best" yesterday tho, but it wasn't enough, I didn't solve anything and at the end of the day everybody is okay because they want to not because of my best or my words. Not even being enough there. I'm frustrated and sad. And don't alarm, don't worry, but in moment like these I can understand why people suicide, of course they don't suicide for things they can't solve at the second, they carry bigger, heavier problems, I'm not comparing or saying I will commit, I'm just saying that people have no fucking clue of what is like feeling like your life worth nothing, like you're not enough for anyone or anything. This shall pass, I'm sure we all have rough patches in life, that's why I said I'm just venting, I'm letting things out of my head, things that I can't talk with anyone or say out loud. Just things, random things. Normal problems like money, insecurities, I don't know shitty things that may fucking numb us but are easy to solve. I'm overwhelmed. Now if someone has a recipe to stop that from happening will be much appreciated. Sorry I came here to share my shit, it just needs to come out of my system somehow, because I always do the same and I end up damaged inside, and damn I'm tired of being damaged. At some point of the day sometimes I say "cheer up, hopes up, is just a bad day, not a bad life, it all happens for a reason, and hell yes it does" but sometimes I just need a shoulder to cry on, a hug and silence, maybe after that day it all could change. But people always question you, so I better cry alone, in the bathroom, just to let It go. Tomorrow will be a better day, probably but if it's not tomorrow, maybe then will be just when life and fate decide it will be a better day for you, in the meantime we fight, and try to stand up, and pretend we know where we're going. I hope you didn't read this far but if you did. Thank you and I'm sorry.

[pearlsartblog2019]

Monster Verse AU: Part Five

SPG Monster Verse AU: Part Six Notes: Notes: Don’t own SPG… all of those lovelies belong to the bennetts and co. I just do strange things in stories with the characters for fun. 

Don’t own Sprocket  Or Dex they be long to the very awesome: https://spg-fanbot-cousins.tumblr.com/

Pearl is my own character and is used in this and several other stories. Time period note : This is the start of the part of the story which is set in modern times.. The year is about 2018-early 2019. Hope you like! Enjoy the show.

   Sprocket slithered around the corner and was headed back to her sisters room secret weapon in hand. It had really been a day from hell and finding out more of the details had made things that much worse. 

 Upon getting the lights on and managing to get a good look around it was clear that more than just what appeared on the surface  had been going on. Her sister had not only not been eating but it was clear from the shape of the bathroom, everytime she TRIED to eat, she was throwing up.  So she had two days into this apparently just stopped trying and hid in her room. It was a good thing they had gone in there on the third night to find her because she had been almost at death's door. 

Now the clamor had died down and Pearl was at least awake now, but still retching any time she even so much at took a conscious swallow of food. This left Sprocket determined to get something down her even if it took right out lying. Tho she would just rather tell her the truth about what was in the thing she had for her. 

She stopped outside the door and knocked. 

 "Come in" A very hoarse voice rasped. 

 She poked her head in and found Pearl propped up on what looked like every pillow in her room looking too miserable to even draw. Staring out the window with an expression on her face that spoke to the condition of the poor thing's throat after having thrown up about 20 times. 

 "Hey" Sprocket glided in and shut the door behind her, "where'd dad go?"

 Pearl looked at her sister, "Talking to peter, Maybe they can figure something out. " She sighed and flopped back. "Ya know sis.. maybe i should just have you bewitch me.. If i don't know what i'm swallowing maybe I won't gag."

 Sprocket frowned, "I am NOT going to do that to you Lil sis. I won't take your free will away but I had an idea for  something that  might help. If yer half human maybe you can eat human food. I mean we can all eat a lil, but maybe you need it more now that your body is changing?"

 Pearl looked over at her, "Seriously? You think that might be it?" 

 Sprocket lifted one carrti'ed shoulder in a delicate shrug, " It's better than you throwing  up every time you think about it. And we can try mixing some blood in with the human food. If you don't know its there, if i can hide the taste. It might work."

 Pearl looked down, " I feel like this is all my fault somehow. It's possible I might even be the reason mom ...."

 Tears welled up in the other girls eyes and Sprocket sat what she was carrying on the nightstand to wrap both arms and her coil around her sister. The other girl still felt like she was made of ice. Sprocket desperately wanted to warm her sister up or at least make her feel a lil  better.

 "Listen to me," She took one finger and coaxed her sister to look up at her, "Do not EVER think that your mum dying was yer fault kiddo. YOU didn't ASK to be brought into this world. Dad and yer mum knew what would happen and they took that chance. NONE of it is your fault. Dad will never blame you for this and when he knows you feel this way, I am pretty sure he will go out of  his way to say he’s sorry."

 Pearl shook her head, "I don't want that.  I don't want him to feel bad because my brain decided to lose its mind, ugh." 

 Sprocket snorted, "Well you have Dad's way with words thats for sure. Listen.. we WILL figure out a long term solution sis. There has to be some way to solve this, in the meantime, " Sprocket turned and grabbed what she had set on the night stand. 

"I got Specter to show me how to make Chocolate milkshakes , strawberry and Vanilla too. you absolutely can ONLY taste the chocolate in this.. I promise."

 Pearl looked at the glass a bit but shrugged, "Well the worst thing that can happen is I vomit again. At least we will have tried. "

Sprocket smiled, "Yep.. so , " She held it out to her, "Wanan try?"

 Pearl nodded and took the glass outta her sisters hand, " here we go."

 She took a drink and Sprocket sat there and stared at her, "Anything?"

 She could tell pearl's throat hurt like crazy just swallowing it from the wince, but when nothing bad happened after about a minute and a half, the Lil Naga watched as her Dhampir sister took another gulp and came up for air. 

 "OMG it tastes like you put the whole bottle of chocolate in there, Its ice cold," She flopped back on her pillow, "OH that feels so good to keep something DOWN!" 

 A few more gulps later and Sprocket was grinning ear to ear as her baby Sis flopped back onto her pillows again and looked if not happy at least not starving to death any more. 

 "I KNOW I can't eat that all the time, But holy snot, " She looked about to fall asleep, " My neck feels so much better."

 Sprocket Smiled, "Glad it worked kiddo, " She petted her sisters dark hair affectionately. "I know it's barely one am but do you think you can actually sleep some? You don't really need to be out prowling."

 Pearl sighed, "I'd love to sleep sis. But when I try .... "

 "you remember being sick? " Sprocket finished. 

 "Yah," The other girl told her, "Throwing up hurts... and not knowing why... it was pretty frightening."

 Sprocket's tail twitched from side to side a bit. She normally never liked using her abilities to entrance people on her family or anyone really. The idea of someone being trapped with no way out, no free will, icked her out beyond belief due to what had happened to her.  But she realized Pearl NEEDED to sleep if what she had just ate was gonna do her any good. 

 "Want a lil help?" She offered shyly. 

 "I'm not gonna make you do that Sprock..." Pearl told her, "I know you don't like it. I was being sarcastic to myself before. "

 "I know," The naga girl told her sister, "But I'm offering, you need sleep kiddo.  And yes, I know it would work cus you aren't in any condition to stop it. "

 The other young girl closed her pink eyes for a second and then sighed, "Yes please. I can't take the night mares tonight. .. Thank you."

 Sprocket hugged her sister, "Your welcome, get up on your pillows.  They said you were still having trouble breathing cus of that sore throat."

 Pearl nodded a bit and schooched up further on the pillows. Then turned back to look at her sister and was caught almost instantly by the lil sliver Naga's stare.  

" Go to sleep Pearl," Sprocket told her. 

 Between that and the finally full stomach, it only took seconds for the lil Dhampir to completely give up and doze off. 

Sprocket blinked and rubbed her eyes a bit, Smiled and fished out one of pearls books from the shelf to sit there and read.

She was flopped on the bed, keeping her warm coil draped over her still cold sister when their father finally returned . 

 Spine stopped and just stared. Finally managing, "She's asleep. "

 "Yah," Sprocket told him looking up from her book, "I FINALLY got her to keep something down Dad. I thought she might..."

 "You what?" Spine stared at his older daughter in disbelief, "HOW? " 

 Sprocket smiled, "Well i thought since she's half human.. maybe mixing it with human food would work... "

The Silver Vampire Lord Stared at his Naga daughter for a second and blinked a time or two as that sunk in. 

 "That's BRILLIANT!" he blurted.

"SHHH.. " Sprocket warned, " Dont wake her up dad. She didnt wanna sleep so..."

 He nodded, " No I understand but that's just brilliant. I would never have thought of that! how did you?"

 She shrugged, " Well I mean her mum needed human food.. Right? And I don't think  you would cus.. your full blooded. So it probably never occured to you."

 "NO I am ashamed to say, " Spine admitted, "No it didn't. I am so glad it did to you tho. What did you get her to eat?"

 "A milkshake," She motioned to the glass, "Specter showed me how."

 Spine nodded thoughtfully, "It's not the best solution, but it's a start. At least we got her fed tonight."

 Sprocket nodded, "Want me to keep thinking about it ? Maybe I can come up with something else?"

 Spine smiled, "Please. And  I want you to know you probably saved her life tonight. She wasn't going to last much longer without food."

 Sprocket blushed and smiled back, "Well something had to give.  Humans have been nothing but nasty to me father. BUT if something as sweet and precious as her can come from them. THey can't be all bad, Same for specter. If those two can come from those people, SOME humans at least must have redeeming qualities. So i asked specter his fave food and he helped me.  I'm just glad it worked, we.... " She trailed off for a second and got tears in  her blue slitted eyes, 

 "We can't loose her Dad."

 Spine came over and sat down next to his daughter and hugged her, "We want baby, i promise i will find some way to help her for good. "

 "Thanks," the lil naga sniffed, " I know this is going to be ok now. "

 Spine smiled back at her, "Me too."