#inter base jobs

[dreamzandexperiences]

Jobs As Per The Best 12 Powerful Zodiac Signs

Jobs are where we spend most of our time. Our fascination with astrology has always been deeply rooted in our desire to understand ourselves better and navigate our life's journey.

Answers in the Stars Unveiling Your Zodiac Sign: The Best Jobs Based on 12 Powerful Zodiac Signs Jobs are where we spend most of our time. Our fascination with astrology has always been deeply rooted in our desire to understand ourselves better and navigate our life’s journey. The zodiac signs, often associated with distinct personality traits and characteristics, have captivated human…

[pathologicalreid]

hello my new favorite tumblr writer 😇 i will b honest i have never requested anything before so!! bear with me. however the spencer reid brainrot is all too real SO would you be open to doing anything with a hotchner!fem!reader? bau or not for the reader! something something hotch is very hesitant about their relationship but maybe reader gets caught in the crossfire of something and hotch and prentiss see them together afterward and prentiss is like “that looks pretty real to me.” DOES THAT MAKE ANY SENSE OKAY I’M LEAVING NOW THANK YOUUUU 🫡

a father's daughter | S.R.

in which your father doesn't approve of your relationship, but who knows how he'll react when reid jumps into action after a threat against your life

who? spencer reid x hotchner!fem!bau!reader category: angst content warnings: general cm violence, blood, stitches, hospitals, medical inaccuracy word count: 2.03k a/n: anon you are legendary. this is an incredible request and i am so honored to be your new favorite tumblr writer! i am an absolute sucker for anything hotchner!reader (or rossi!reader) so i absolutely ate this request up! (also if anyone wanted to drop a request in my inbox... it would be welcome)

Aaron Hotchner was the most professional person in the BAU, except when it came to you. You, like him, had gone to law school. You were a public defender for just a short time before being put into WITSEC, and when your mother died, you applied to the FBI Academy.

Plain and short, it was nepotism, but no one was going to argue with the man whose wife was murdered by a serial killer. Your dad wanted you in the BAU so he could keep an eye on you, and there was nothing Erin Strauss could do about it. What your father couldn’t control, was your relationship with Reid.

He could tell you that he didn’t approve, but so long as David Rossi, king of inter-bureau mingling, was around, he couldn’t actually do anything to stop you. “I’m just saying that I’ve never seen Reid be consistent with a relationship,” your dad said, having pulled you away from the team to, once again, try to warn you off of your relationship.

“He’s been pretty consistent for the last seven months,” you responded, rifling through the victims' files that were in your arms.

You started to make your way out of the empty office when your father spoke again, “And he’s too old for you.”

Stopping in your tracks, you pivoted and faced your father, “He’s three years older than I am, I’m twenty-six. That’s hardly an age gap to bat an eye at.” The two of you had always had a rocky relationship, he missed a large portion of your childhood due to this job and you always tried to not resent him for it.

Your parents’ marriage fell apart, neither of them handled it well, and you weren’t all that surprised. They had gotten married when your mom got pregnant with you because they thought that was what they were supposed to do, and when Jack couldn’t keep them together, everything fell apart.

“You have no right to lecture me on relationships, Agent Hotchner,” you snapped, staring him down. Daring him to challenge you.

He sighed, obviously trying not to lose his patience with you. “I’d just hate for you to find out you wasted your time on something that wasn’t real.”

The door behind you swung open, you spun on your heels to face Emily. “Sorry, uh, we have a location, Morgan’s coordinating with SWAT,” she said, looking between you and your father.

“Great, let’s go,” your father said, his parental demeanor falling away as his Unit Chief mask took its place.

You walked out the door to see the rest of the team, Rossi tossed you a Kevlar vest as you walked over to where Spencer was standing with the police chief, “Where are we headed?” You asked, undoing the Velcro on the vest and pulling it over your torso. The beige precinct was buzzing as agents and officers prepared to break into the UnSub’s home base. Hopefully to find his most recent victim still alive.

Reid reached over and adjusted the strap of your vest, making sure it was evenly tightened over your shoulders. “Garcia found a warehouse on the other side of town. It’s being rented out under an anagram of the first victim’s name,” he said, gently squeezing your arm before dropping his hands back to his side.

Nodding, you followed the rest of the team out the metal doors of the precinct and into the black SUVs. “Your UnSub’s name is Jonas Watts, he used a different name to rent the space but the account he uses to pay for it is under his name,” Garcia’s voice rang through the speaker as she told you about the perpetrator. “He checks every UnSub box we have, raised by a single father after his mother left, and… oh, multiple arrests for assault.”

You looked up to the driver’s seat, your dad was white-knuckling the steering wheel, entirely focused on driving as you listened to Garcia reciting the UnSub’s rap sheet.

When you arrived at the warehouse SWAT was already there and Morgan started organizing the tactical assault. Drawing your weapon, you nodded at your teammate when he instructed you to go around the back with himself and your father. Allowing Morgan to kick the door down, the three of you held your firearms up and began clearing the warehouse.

Further away, you heard Emily and Spencer clearing the front. “Clear, moving up,” you called into your radio as you approached the stairs, stepping on them carefully so they didn’t creak. On the landing, you looked at a trail of blood on the ground. “There’s a blood trail in the upper west wing,” you whispered.

“Move up, little Hotch, I’m right behind you,” Morgan responded.

Rolling your eyes at the nickname, one that you had begged him to stop using, you moved forward, keeping your firearm aimed right in front of you. Turning into the room that the blood trail led to, you immediately ducked when you saw a knife coming for you. Keeping your gun aimed, you faced down the UnSub, “Jonas Watts, FBI!” You announced yourself, scanning the room for the girl he took last night.

Watts shook his head, “You’re not supposed to be here! You can’t be here!” He shouted in distress.

“Where’s the girl, Jonas? Where did you take Isobel?” You asked him, not seeing her in the room the two of you were in. There was another entrance on the left of him.

He stepped toward you, and you cocked your gun, “I don’t have her now. I lost her, she’s lost,” he said, there was a hint of uncertainty in his voice.

Unnerved, you decided to take a leap of faith, “Jonas, where’s your partner?” A partner hadn’t been part of the profile, but the more you thought about it, the more it made sense. The crimes were too complex, it didn’t match up with something as simple as using an anagram of a victim’s name for the warehouse rental.

Morgan filed in behind you, aiming his gun at Jonas, same as you. “Time’s running out, Jonas. If you tell us about your partner we can help you,” he said, slowly inching toward Watts.

“It’s too late,” Jonas wailed.

Someone knocked into you from behind, causing you to stumble forward before you were pulled to your feet. One arm was locked around your torso, and another was holding a knife to your throat. “If you don’t leave now, I’ll cut her fucking throat!” The unnamed man said from behind you, he was almost impossibly tall, easily overpowering you.

You didn’t dare move, not with that knife to your throat, one false move and you’d bleed out. Morgan shouted for him to let you go, but he just pressed the knife tighter to your neck, splitting the skin.

Shutting your eyes, you tried not to cry, fearing the damage it would do to your throat.

Your captor held you tightly to him, using your body to block Morgan from shooting. Something warm trickled down your collarbone, and you weren’t sure if it was blood or tears.

For a moment, you thought you could swing your foot back into his knee, but the fear of having your carotid cut outweighed your bravery.

Ever since you were a kid, you thought death would be quiet. Something you slipped into like sleep, but your death was loud, and it left your ears ringing.

The afterlife was the weirdest place you’ve ever been, someone was calling your name, and you heard your rights being read. Although, why you would need your Miranda Rights in the afterlife you had no idea.

“Angel, please open your eyes,” someone said.

Confused, you opened your eyes and saw familiar eyes staring down at you. Golden and bleary. Spencer, Spencer was here. You tried to sit up, but he held you down, keeping a hand on your throat.

Morgan was shouting for medical, saying there was an agent down. You turned your head to see the still unidentified UnSub on the ground, shot through the temple. Using his free hand to turn your chin, “Don’t look,” Spencer whispered. “You’re okay, I’ve got you. I’m not going to let anything happen to you, angel.”

If you weren’t still coming down from an adrenaline high, you might’ve smiled at the irony of the nickname. Being called ‘angel’ after having your neck cut felt like tempting fate.

Where was your dad? Of everyone here, you expected him to be here, barking orders at people.

As if summoned by your thoughts, your dad appeared, nearly hauling an EMT behind him, “Help her,” he said.

Yeah, that absolutely tracked.

The EMT’s packed your wound and assured everyone that your carotid had not been slit, against your protests, the ambulance brought you to the hospital for stitches. Emily had run to the hotel to get your go bag, allowing you to change out of your bloodied clothes.

Thankfully, the doctors said you didn’t need to stay overnight, meaning you and the team got to go home. “How are you feeling?” Spencer asked while you were waiting to board the jet.

You hummed, pulling your sunglasses over your eyes, and leaning against a car, “Tired, but I’m alright.” Tired might have been underselling it, you felt like all of the energy had been physically drained from your body. “You worry too much,” you whispered, closing your eyes for just a moment. Your throat was a little raspy, but it should go back to normal after a couple of days.

“Your throat was cut about four hours ago, some might say I’m not worrying enough,” he responded, reaching down, and picking up your bag, carrying it over to the jet once they got the okay to board. On the jet, he gestured to the seat, “Lay down, get some rest.”

You furrowed your brows, “Isn’t it kind of frowned upon to take up a whole seat?” You asked, of course, sometimes it happened, but you didn’t want to take up too much space.

Spencer cocked his head at you, “I don’t think anyone is going to fight you on it, love.”

Taking a deep breath, you sat down on the seat, laying down and closing your eyes, falling asleep before you even left the tarmac.

Being the Unit Chief had its perks, surely, but the piles of paperwork sometimes felt never-ending. Aaron took a deep breath before he closed the file, Rossi sat across from him, nursing a glass of whiskey.

“Hey,” Prentiss whispered, taking the seat next to him and setting her glass of water down on the small table. “Do you see that?” She said, gesturing with her head toward where you were lying down, asleep.

Right next to you was Reid, who usually had his nose buried in a book at this point in a flight, but he was wide awake, and all of his focus seemed to be on you. Begrudgingly, Hotch watched as Spencer reached over and tucked a blanket around you as if he was afraid you’d freeze on the temperature-controlled jet. “What about it?” Hotch asked, reaching over for the next file.

His eyes flicked up again, Spencer was sitting on the floor of the jet. Everyone had elected to leave the couch seats for the two of you, but the one across the aisle from you was empty. Like Reid didn’t even want you to be any more than one foot away from him.

Leaning back in the chair, Emily shook her head, “That’s what we in the business call hypervigilance.”

Hotch didn’t respond, he just spared another glance over at the two of you. “’We in the business’?” He inquired, humoring Prentiss.

“I’m just saying… the hovering? The blanket? I don’t know about you, but that looks pretty real to me,” she said, leaning back in the leather seat.

Silently, he glared, it would seem his hopes of getting the team to stop eavesdropping on familial conversations were quashed.

“Just let the kids be, Aaron,” Rossi said, grinning into his glass.

He cleared his throat and flipped open the new file before he acquiesced, “Fine, for now.”

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[stealingyourbones]

What suggestions would you have for cool, lesser known DC characters I could write a crossover fic with.

Preferably not Gotham-based characters because as much as I love them I need a break and I want to try something new. I know you mentioned Animal Man in another post. Does he have a solo run I can look up or is he usually in group comics/a side character in somebody else’s comics?

(I am deliberately baiting you to info-dump to me about any DC characters you want and I will write a fic with them so go nuts.)

Sadly at this current moment I can’t infodump nearly as much as I’d want to because my carpal tunnel is being a lil bitch but I can give synopses:

Animal Man- Buddy Baker, a typical suburban dad who also happens to be a hero that can use abilities based on any nearby animal (including bacteria?). He is powered by The Red which is the animal version of The Green (Plant Life). The Red is less the concept of all animals but more the concept that all animals are meat. his comics are either a beautifully terrifying body horror gore fest or a 4th wall breaking mind bending creation. No in between. Having Animal Man fight the Lunch Lady and realize she’s fundamentally a different being and not of The Red would be crazy awesome.

Booster Gold or Ted Kord: Booster Gold is a Time Cop who got his job from stealing shit from the Hall of Justice Museum and heading to the Age of Heroes to fund enough money and fame to pay for his mothers cancer treatment. He could be used in Clockwork related fics a lot and he’s also equally as much as a dumbass as Danny.

Blue Beetle also known as Ted Kord, is basically in the same package deal as Booster. Ted Kord, Late owner of Kord Industries, ja a brilliant master of technology and has stuff from a massive beetle ship to a gun. He’s best friends with Booster and their bromance could be fun if you want Danny to have two partially functional adult mentors.

Wally West. The second and fastest flash. A he’s the most go with the flow dude I’ve seen in recent comics, including dealing with an inter dimensional WWE esque fight where he fights alongside Space Hulk Hogan, and has a wonderful Wife, Linda West, and (sometimes) twin kiddos. The Flash’s entire sthick is family. They’re more family centered than the Fast and Furious movies for god sake. Having Danny find a new home in any speedsters home would be incredible.

The Spectre: the embodiment of Gods Wrath. I would go on far too long of a rant remind me to do one later but for now all I’m saying is that it would be sick as fuck for The Spectre to kill Vlad for the horrible things he’s done.

Green Arrow or in general Star City: Oliver Queen, inheritor of Queen Industries is a dude who got trauma after a boat sank and some island thing (tbh I don’t know his backstory off the top of my head), but he’s a very quippy and hilarious guy who’s jokes would mesh pretty nicely with Danny’s humor and in general he’s underutilized in both dpxdc and DC so it’d be nice to see that change :)

Ok hands are getting angry but I hope that’s a fun starting example list for ya!! :D

[bigmfrat]

Having a rough time so have some spec evo crumbs that have been sitting in the squidcord for months that I only just got around to drawing to distract myself with

Teeth fall out regularly and are quickly replaced.

Only Minor and Minor/intercaste (more on this below the line) have feeding Tentacles.

Feeding Tentacles are stiffer than your regular tenties and remain in pockets when not in use. The ends also have very small teeth for gripping, they feel like velcro.

Teeth are dull but their jaws are for crushing bone so it doesnt matter.

"Venom" (bone melting enzyme) is black, sticky, and viscous, can be spit but is always a last resort. Most bites are dry bites.

Claws come out of the tip of the finger as apposed to the top like humanoids

Like cats and dogs, Illithid have a quick, if damaged it will bleed (a lot)

Claws dull with use and must be taken care of to be sharp

Caste System

The Primordial Illithid society resembled that of an ant colony but on a smaller scale, their species naturally came in three basic castes that had their own biological functions. The modern Terrestrial illithids have retained the physical characteristics of their ancestors, though are now much smaller, and they no longer serve any function in their society.

The three base castes are:

Major

Height Range: 6'8 - 7'5

Prey species: Humans, Half Orcs, Dragonborn, High Elves, Tiefling

Physical Traits: Longer tentacles, Longer and usually pointed braincase

Birthrate: 1

Media

Height Range: 5'7 - 6'9

Prey species: Humans, Elves, Tiefling, Drow

Physical Traits: Medium tentacles, Rounded head, Most often have "beaks" - but not always, this trait is seen less with each generation.

Birthrate: 3

Minor

Hight Range: 4'5 - 5'9

Prey Species: Gnomes, Halflings, dwarves, Drow

Physical Traits: Shorter tentacles, Longer and pointed braincase.

Birthrate: 4

Minors have a few unique features and are the most faithful to their home world ancestors, the first being two long and thin feeding tentacles that remain retracted in their throats until they find prey, and two specially adapted tentacles on their forehead used as communication displays, these two traits have been entirely lost on the other two castes, Despite these 4 extra "tentacles" they are not to be mistaken for Ulitharids. Minors are also extremely rare outside of colonies despite being the most plentiful caste, this is due to their function in their original society as caretakers and homemakers, a Minor is more likely to take re-education over expulsion due to their social needs and most renegade Minors tend to be Inter-caste.

Each caste is biologically inclined to its individual food items, even with free access to enthralled meals of any race, they will usually stick to their preferred prey.

Three additional castes:

Ulitharid

Height Range: A foot above the intended caste's average height

Prey Species: Humans, Elves, Tieflings, Dragonborn, Half Orcs

Physical traits: Two additional tentacles, usually thinner but longer than the main four.

Birthrate: 0.002

Any caste can become an Ulitharid.

Inter-caste Inter-caste is the closest thing you will get to a hybrid when it comes to Illithid. Each tadpole holds the full range of natural genetic code and has the potential to become any caste, what determines the end result is the tadpole's lineage; If the parent was a Media, the child will also be a Media. In the case of Inter-caste, however, one or two traits from one of the other castes may unintentionally come through. This can result in a Major with shorter tentacles or an unusually tall Minor.

Apex (more on Apex Illithid found here) Illithid super soldiers. Built like a tank with an intelligence to match, while their psionics are rather basic, they make up for it with an insane might and an ingrained determination to get the job done. Very rare and will ALWAYS be pure Majors.

None of these castes are natural, Ulitharids and Apex specifically did not exist until Elderbrains took over the race and while inter-castes did happen on occasion, they were much rarer before the Illithids were domesticated.

Other traits unrelating to castes:

Illithid DNA is very malleable and significant changes can be made in a single generation, while Elderbrain aren't the best at gene editing some differences can clearly be seen between colonies. The most noticeable example is their foot configuration: while Illithid living in a more aquatic environment will have the standard two webbed toes tipped with a large claw, their somewhat "dryer" cousins may sport a more humanoid approach with 3-4 webbed toes in the traditional Illithid style. A mindflayer with Human hands or feet however would be seen as deformed.

[leewonkyeom]

021: i have faith in the tiger

light a flame [21/51]

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☆ summary: when your roommate quits his job at the coffee shop you frequent you never imagined the new guy would be hot or even your type. to make matters worse you both study law at the same university.

your friends to try to convince you to get together with him. you try to convince them you just find him really nice... but are you able to convince yourself?

group chat names:

all the texts from the group chat "inter(han)tion" happen from mingyu's perspective. Everything else is from yn or wonwoo's perspective. the names are as follows:

beastiality - hoshi

maybe in a year or two? - seungkwan

10/10 would smash if gay - wonwoo

it happened once in a dream - vernon

zero rizz - woozi

☆ a/n: i love how everyone was like "they're finally connecting the dots!!" 👀👀 whoops. this fic is really just my love letter to the miscommunication trope and the "i'm scared of rejection"-archetype. and not to defend mingyu or anything👀 but in my head he's all like "wonwoo is in competition with hbg" so they can't possibly be the same person. and if x ≠ y, then wonwoo can't like yn. this is also based on the fact that (most) guys have no idea what their buddies do😭 like genuinly if you ask a guy where his buddy works ir what he studies, he'll be clueless !! (based on my experience) so that's why mingyu doesn't realize that wonwoo and seungkwan (and hao) are colleagues

anyways, i hope you enjoyed this part, and i always appreciate likes, comments and reblogs!♡

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[jamdoughnutmagician]

After All This Time

Eddie Munson x Reader

Silly little drabble based on this text post by @mantorokk-writes becasue I couldn't stop thinking about what a cute idea it was!! Maybe I strayed a little from the original prompt but 🤷‍♀���

Warnings:Nothing that I can think of, unless badly-written fluff counts?

Word Count:1,120

Masterlist Eddie Munson Masterlist

"Still can't believe you've kept it after all this time"

A shaggy mess of dark bouncy curls stomps up to the counter in the arcade before slamming down a handful of tickets and proudly pointing to the ring underneath the glass counter.

Eddie looks at you with his big brown eyes and an even bigger gap-toothed smile. You return his smile and nod your head, holding his hand in yours, your fingers inter-twining together.

“That one please!” he says to the older kid working behind the counter.

The ring he’s pointing to is a chunky pink ring with a big silver heart shaped gem in the centre of it.

The boy behind the counter hand the ring over Eddie 

“Here you go, kid.” the boy behind the counter smiles.

Eddie immediately grabs your left hand and slides the plastic ring over your ring finger.

“There!” he smiles brightly, his rosy freckled cheeks flush under the rainbow glow of the fluorescent arcade lights. “You have to wear this ring because you’re my girlfriend and I love you!”

You hold your hand out in front of you, admiring the ring in all its fake, plastic glory.

“Eddie!!” you giggle as you lean in to kiss him on the cheek. “I love it!”

“And when I’m old enough I’m gonna get you a real ring, and I’m gonna marry you, that way we can be best friends together forever.” he tells you with a confident nod of his head, his shaggy hair bouncing as he does.

You had moved away when you were nine years old and it had been tough on both you and Eddie. He was the closest thing that you had to a best friend and now you had to move away to Chicago because your dad had got a job there and moving there just made things easier. Despite Chicago being only a three hour drive away from Hawkins, in your young mind it might as well have been on the other side of the world. 

You promised to call each other every night, and so you did. Never wanting to miss out on hearing the sound of your best friend's voice as you swap stories about your days. The phone calls sometimes going on into the late hours of the evening up until the rasping voice of Uncle Wayne could be heard in the background, reminding Eddie that he was racking up a phone bill longer than his arm.

Of course you would visit each other each summer, one year Eddie and Wayne would make their way up to you, and the next; you and your family would spend some time back in Hawkins during the school's summer break.

As you got older you got closer. Closer than most best friends do. You had been each other’s first loves since you were children playing together in the schoolyard, and then as two giggling pre-teens holding hands in a dark movie theatre. You had been each other’s first kiss. It wasn’t anything special. It had been clumsy, and ungraceful as you bumped noses with each other, but it was sweet, and charming and most importantly it was you and your Eddie.

No matter how old you got, you always made time for each other. Last year Eddie had surprised you by coming down to visit you all by himself. Driving up in his van just to see you.

That summer you spent your time together watching the sun fall in the back of his van, counting the stars and getting lost in each other's touch. Holding each other close like you had always dreamed of.

You’d moved back to Hawkins after 10 years of living in Chicago, coming back to the town you grew up in all those years ago. 

The moment you got back you immediately made your way down to the very familiar site of Forest Hills trailer park. Stepping towards the old tattered door of the Munson trailer you knock your fist against the door excitedly.

You giggle to yourself at the grumbling voice you hear walking towards the door on the inside, grouching about "who the hell would be knocking our door at this time of day?"

The door swings open, and there he is. The boy that you fell in love with all those summers ago. 

"W-what are you doing here?" He asks, immediately bringing you into an almost bone-crushing hug.

"I'm back!" You smiled broadly "..and I'm back for good this time! Didn't think you could get rid of me that easily, did you, Eddie?" You teased.

“I can’t believe you’ve kept it after all this time.” Eddie said, nodding his head towards the small plastic ring that you’ve got hanging on a chain around your neck. "I mean, we were kids when I won that for you." He smiles, playfully nudging your arm 

“You won it for me, so it’s special to me” you smiled as you toyed the ring hanging around your neck. "I remember you telling me that as long as I had this ring, we were going to be together forever." You say, catching his eyes in a quick glance. 

"I also remember saying something about giving you a real ring, sweetheart.." 

Oh he remembered that moment just as well as you had done. He'd been thinking about it, about you ever since. 

Sliding the clunky metal skull ring off his finger, he takes your hand in his and slides the ring over your finger.

"It doesn't have to mean anything now, but I love you, I've always loved you and I just want you to have this."

It doesn't have to mean anything now. 

But it does. It means everything to you. You knew you loved him, you always had done. Just as he'd loved you, you loved him just the same.

You smile down at the large chunky ring on your finger, and a small tear escapes the corner of your eye, suddenly feeling overwhelmed with emotions. 

"It's perfect." You tell him, before leaning into him, placing the most gentle of kisses against his plush pink lips. 

You feel him smile against your lips, his arms wrapping around you, to pull you deeper into the kiss like he's always longed to do.

"You know, this one was always my favourite one of your rings" you grin.

Oh yeah, you were the girl for him. No doubt about it. He was going to marry you one day for sure. Eddie knew that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, he could never imagine his future without you in it, he didn’t want to imagine it. He wanted to be with you forever and always, and he could only hope that you felt the same.

@sunflowerdaydreamer @munsonology @xxhellfiregirlxx @i-me-mine @penguinsandpotterheads @galaxy-siren

[leaawrites]

Hi, I don't know if I could make a request for Graham Coxon x Fem Reader, where she's part of the band (you choose the instrument she plays), they met at school, they were the typical cliché of 'he's too cool for me' and when they finally get together they join the band together

The writing itself is about the band in an interview, their relationship was public and the interviewer asks them how they met, at that moment she tells about how she felt that he was too cool and all that, and everyone bursts into laughter, then when they leave the interview Graham asks her if what she said was true, And she says yes, and she ends up with a lot of mellowness and all that cloying stuff

Part of the Band

Graham Coxon x fem!bassist!reader

Summary: as requested.

Warnings: swearing, mentions of gramon,

Wordcount: 1.4k

Notes: I hope this is about what you wanted :)

Masterlist

“The Band was shit, the fact that that was their actual name was the most obvious clue that I shouldn’t have join them in the first place, but I guess you do stupid things for a crush sometimes.”

Y/n still remembered the day as if it was yesterday, how she stood in front of the music room and tried to prep-talk herself into thinking that this was a decision based on her love for music and not based on her love for a certain guitar player. Though, the moment she walked in and saw the three guys stand in the middle of the room, huddled together and whisper.

“They shut up immediately after I walked in, so I couldn’t help but think that conversation might’ve been about me,” she continued her answer, making Damon giggle quietly into his hand as he remembered the conversation they had all too well.

“It was,” he confessed. “Graham here, was so nervous to have her in the band, it was fucking hilarious to watch him play the wrong notes or mess up the text.”

“It wasn’t fun for you back then, because you had to wait for him to get himself together all the time,” Dave interrupted Damon.

“What have you got say about all of this?” The interviewer asked him now. All eyes in the room turned to Graham as he looked down at the bottle in his hands with a hint of a smile covering his face.

“It may have been about her,” he confessed quietly, a subtle change in his behavior for only her to see. He got nervous. With his fingers tapping against the glass of the bottle and his upper lip sucked between his teeth, she could see his heart racing in his chest. Knowing him well enough to see these subtle changes and being well aware of how they could influence his later performance for the show the had after the interview. He would be thinking too much.

Putting her hand subtly on his shoulder, she squeezed the skin beneath to assure him that no matter what he said, it didn’t matter; her story was far more embarrassing.

“What were you talking about?” The interviewer kept on pushing. Y/n knew it was their job, but having simple human decency wasn’t too much asked, now was it?

“You know, just this and that,” Graham kept on answering.

“Like what?” The tension in the room build up and she could feel it as well. “This and that isn’t very exact.” She tried laughing it off, but beside a few pitiful chuckles, no one joined in, leaving her to uncomfortably shuffle around in her chair.

“We weren’t saying much about her, just that we weren’t sure if we made the right decision,” Damon answered simply, receiving a shove from the girl next to him.

“The right decision?” she repeated, exaggerating the words while she spoke, her accent thickening while doing so. “You were basically desperate for a bass player and I was the only one willing to join your little band everyone else made fun of. Albarn, I’m sorry, but I wouldn’t call that having a choice.”

“She just wanted to join us so she could get closer to Graham,” Damon shot back, making the girl’s eyes widen. Her gaze was focused on Damon, begging him to stop talking while her cheeks began to redden and she could feel Graham focusing on her now, full of interest for the topic all of a sudden. “You know, Y/n has had the hots for Graham since kindergarten or so - and I can’t blame her, he’s fit for sure -, but she was always too afraid to talk to him. I mean, always a book in front of her face and absolute maths genius, she wasn’t the first person we would’ve considered for the band, but we’d done a pretty good job making her more of a Rock star, I’d say.” He was grinning like a proud mom who just told all her daughter’s secrets at the family dinner table.

“Is that true? You a bookworm and nerd?” People like her really didn’t stop over pushing words and their meaning, Y/n thought as she chuckled at the question.

“What am I supposed to say? I mean, yes, I was an absolute nerd, but - in my defence - Graham was way too cool for someone like me back then - still is. What was I supposed to do, just go up and talk to him? Albarn would’ve been the first to laugh at me, while staring daggers at me for trying to steal his boyfriend.”

He gasps on shock at the allegations, making the rest of the group burst out in laughter as he shoved the girl into Graham, like a little child. The interviewer chuckled awkwardly as she watched the young adults cackle on the small sofa, all squished together, gasping for air in between swearing and accusing the other of something.

“I’m afraid our time is up now,” she says, as the group quietens down once more. “It was nice meeting you and I’m looking forward to watching your performance in a few minutes.” Saying their farewells, they watched her disappear down the hallway, before letting all out a simultaneous deep breath which they held for too long now already.

Collapsing into Graham’s side, Y/n closed her eyes for a few seconds, mumbling, “I hate interviewers sometimes, they are so annoying. With all their questions and if they don’t get the answer they want, they’ll almost murder you for it.”

“It’s what you need to go through in order to stay important nowadays,” Damon shrugged, standing up to head towards the dressing rooms and get ready for the performance they booked. “Plus, most of them are fit, so can’t complain.”

“You’re such a pig, you know that?” Y/n watched him irritated as he left her with only his middle finger as a response to her comment. The smoke from his cigarette filling the air around him, leaving the sound assistant coughing in the corner of the hall. He always blew the smoke right into your face to piss you off.

Sensing the build up tension between the pair, Dave excused himself as well, saying he needed to check something with his drumsticks.

“The fuck does he need to check? If they’re still made out of wood or what?” Y/n chuckled, looking at Graham for a laughter from him as well, but all he did was chuckle dryly. “What’s wrong?” She sat up, taking his face into her hands, her forehead wrinkling slightly as she stared at him in worry and concern. “Are you alright? Do you not feel well. I swear to god, if it’s about that interview - that woman went too far and we all know it, it wasn’t fair to you.”

“Did you really mean it?” He caught the gap of silence between her rambling to stop her from worrying as much as she did. It was a normal habit, one she didn’t mind. She’d talk in concern and he’d cut her off every time, cutting her train of bad thoughts.

“Did I mean what? That Damon would definitely had been jealous if I asked you out? Yes, I mean, look at how you two act around each other.”

“About me being too cool for you,” he clarified, making her stop talking for longer than before.

The sarcasm that once dripped from her tongue was now nowhere in sight when she softly answered, “You know the answer to that.”

“As if I were too coll for you, you were too cool for me,” he said back, now smiling genuinely for the first time.

“Oh no, you were the one with the rich parents and friends with the cool kids like Damon, I was the complete opposite. As if I was too cool for someone like you.”

“You totally were. You were too pretty for me, still are.”

“Look in the mirror, love, and then think about that again.”

“Sometimes you make me sick, you know?” Damon’s voice echoed from the doorway, faking a gag as the couple looked up at him. “Like right now. You don’t want your singer to fall off, now do you?”

“Oh, how could we ever life without you, Damon,” Y/n pouted, the sarcasm back in her dictionary as she stood up, pulling Graham up with her.

“Get your ass on the fucking stage,” the blonde said annoyed, walking away. Another audible gag being heard making Y/n roll her eyes.

“Someday, I will accidentally push him off the fucking stage,” she repeated his words with a bad imitation of his accent. Graham laughed at her comment, silently agreeing with her, before taking her hand in his and pulling her after him towards the dressing rooms.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Yandere “Perfect” Househusband Loves When…

Yandere "Perfect" Househusband loves when you scold him when you come home from work. Despite what many would want, W3zley delights in your annoyance. Which is great because the things he loves doing the most seems to incite that response. You’re such a gorgeous stone-faced character it excites him to get a response from you at all. 

“You released a deadly gas at a block party!?”

“Don’t be such a prude (Y/n), it was only a small neighborhood anyway.”

Yandere "Perfect" Househusband loves when you fall for old tricks. Long before his semi-forced commitment to the househusband role he’s been at odds with you for the longest time; usually ending with you winning in the grand scheme of things. But when you’re at home your especially vulnerable. You so easily fall into the nuance of domesticity forgetting his true nature. Which leads you susceptible to spiked drinks, hidden aphrodisiacs, flowers with nefarious purposes, the list goes on. He won’t do anything too wild or too often , you’d notice too fast but he can indulge in his deeper fantasies. The ones you don’t always let him get away with. It’s not usually on the level of his worst habits: health-code violation calls, assault, battery, framing people genocide, inter-dimensional destruction, or mass-vaporizing blasts so you’re not going to stop him for this. That is if you ever find out. Usually his little excursions are nothing but little things that result in lapses of your judgement; which make unforced affection all the more possible.

“Ah~you’re so soft, you’d never let me touch you this way if you were lucid.”

Yandere "Perfect" Househusband loves when he can successfully carry out his underground “smoothie” business. You’ve caught him before and he got quite the lashing but he just can’t stop. When you’re locking him down for whatever punishable offense he’s committed, he feels unfullfilled. He has an itch. He’s got to scratch it. And it has do with the gorey ingredients and the magic that has him having a growing consumer base in the underground market. Even those outside the underground community have heard of his business. Which truly becomes his outlet for his violent tendencies. 

“These humans are so easy! This will surely keep me entertained.”

Yandere "Perfect" Househusband loves when he catches you off-guard. Similar to when you’re angry, any break in your tolerable mask makes his heart flutter. He often uses being a house-husband to do just that. He’s doing his job as your husband so well you’re supposed to praise him right? Look he’s made you, your favorite dish! Now won’t you let him feed it to you, say ‘ah’! Oh now look he’s cooking for you with the apron you got him! Ooops, I meant to say ‘only’ the apron on! 

“Now don’t overheat, (Y/n)! Your husband asked you for a kiss and you’ll give it to me right? Right?”

[okimnerdy]

Trolls Headcannons (Tribe Leaders Edition)

°None of the tribes knew of the near extinction of the Pop Trolls until their first visit to Pop Village. None of them could believe that the once feared tribe were whittled down to a couple hundred. Their respect for Poppy and Branch continued to rise after learning about what they did.

°The tribes are more technologically advanced than the pop trolls in various ways. Many chalk it up to the tribe's years in isolation. The country trolls, being closer in technology, helped them ease into the new age.

Delta Dawn

°Delta doesn't fully enjoy the pop sound, but is slowly coming around due to "cross-overs" occurring between tribes. She does enjoy Poppy's company as a fellow leader though, even giving her advice on how to handle more serious cases cause of her status as Sheriff.

°Delta isn't a natural red head. She was born teal to match her tail, but believed the colors didn't convince people she was leader material. She turned it red to be taken more seriously, but left her tail alone.

°Delta's niece, Clampers, isn't allowed with the pop trolls alone due to all the candy lying around. Delta can barely wrangle her as is. She doesn't need that job being any harder.

King Quincy & Queen Essence

°The Royal Couple spent a majority of their search for Cooper in the confines of Vibe City. They sent out scouts rather than searching themselves out of fear of the pop trolls.

°Queen Essence handles most of the inner conflicts of Vibe City as well as piloting the place to the next location. She is the main go-to when it comes to large arguments on the dance floor.

°King Quincy oversees all of the music production. He felt a bit of pride when Prince D started developing a new subgenre. He works with his kingdom's scientists to see about the technological developments.

King Trollex

°Trollex always has his little buddy with him wherever he goes. They function like a service animal, reminding Trollex that he needs to get submerged for a few minutes to prevent shocking his body. Though he can function in and out of the water, Trollex's body is too used to being submerged.

°Trollex works with Prince D, Brozone, and Barb to make remixes and work on music production. He helps with the recording process and mixing over anything else.

°Trollex helped set up a few technological items in Pop Village, alongside King Quincy. These items made inter-tribe communication easier and quicker than sending a bat or a bird.

Trollzart

°Trollzart is slightly deaf in one ear due to baby classicals/instruments playing pranks on him and aiming for his ear. He was gifted a set of earplugs one holiday season as a joke from Barb.

°Trollzart enjoys working with the funk and pop trolls, but only those who respect his music rather than butchering the melody.

°Trollzart hardly ever uses his legs due to constantly flying around, so there's little strength in them. He and many other classical trolls will seek help from a funk troll or catch a ride on many of the helpful animals in the Pop Forest.

Barb

°Barb and other rock trolls went on an "apology tour" and rebuilt the damage they caused. It took several months to get most of the major buildings done, but all the base construction was done within a year. The decorating was left to the tribes.

°Barb brought out a new side to Poppy, encouraging her to be more flirty with her boyfriend. Whether or not this was a good idea is debated, but she can confidentially say from observation that Branch doesn't mind.

°Barb took lessons from the pop trolls on utilizing their hair control to constantly update her looks for concerts. She's particularly fond of the multi-colored mohawk-mullet combo.

[jadedwolf18-blog]

Mini Phantom Invasion.

Hi, I plan for this to be a series of inter connected one shots based on some of my favorite prompts. I’m a huge Tim Drake/Red Robin x Danny phantom shipper, so for now most of my fics will feature them. Once I’ve end this series, I’ll try branching out to other relationships Danny could have with the bats.

I can’t remember where I got all of them but I’ll try to tag as I find them. If anyone notices a prompt or plot they’ve seen please let me know or tag the person it came from. I’m knew to posting on Tumblr so I’m still getting used to how to tag and insert links. Thank you.

🤍🖤💚💙💚🖤🤍

Chapter 1

Danny was not having a good day. He’d had a fight with his parents about ghost hunting, stating clearly that he had no interest in their bias views on an entire species based on one encounter when they were young. It had escalated to the point where they blamed his lack of interest on the fact that he was spending to much time with his sister and his female friends. 

He’d had enough! He left mid argument and was contemplating just packing up and moving into the Ghost Zone permanently. As he’d slammed the door he could hear his parents shouts for him to come back and once again blaming his behaviour on a ghost.

What did his sexuality have to do with ghost hunting? And what was wrong with wanting to be more feminine sometimes? He honestly didn’t understand why they found it so weird or wrong for him to swap between genders and pronouns? Jazz, Sam and Tucker accepted him as he was, they didn’t but an eye when he would randomly say ‘she’, ‘they’ or ‘him’, they just continued the conversation with the new pronoun and that was that. They understood and accepted that sometime he felt male or female or neither. He was lucky to have them. 

The day just seemed to continue down hill from there. It was summer vacation so Sam was forced to spend time with her parents at some rich holiday resort, Tucker had won a spot in some sort of tech camp and Jazz was still at College working on a finals thesis and was unable to come back for the summer. He was essentially alone for the summer. He could hang out with Val but she was working a lot and he didn’t want to bother her. He still felt guilty about her dad losing his job, even if it wasn’t entirely his fault.

*****

After leaving the house he’d found a place to transform and let the cool rings of light soothe him and took off into the sky. After finding out they could survive in space it became their favourite way to relax, they’d spend ours exploring space, even hang out on the moon. Thank you high speed and portal powers. Their Phantom form had changed in the last two years. People could no longer tell if they were male or female and he looked less human now. Thankfully, they looked nothing like their alternate future self. When their legs melded together their ghostly tail looked more eel like and their ears were longer and thiner, resembling delicate fins. Jazz and their friends had joked about how the acted like cat ears. Lastly their face was now a pale mint color, almost white and translucent, his eyes were still the same luminous ecto-green with deep blue pupils. The only similarity to Dan, that they could see, were the fangs and longer hair both of which were also present in their human form.

*****

They had been flying around Amity, a somewhat lazy patrol of his claimed haunt, it was a calm night. Ever since they had defeated Pariah Dark the other ghost had calmed down and came to Amity less frequently. A few still came to bug them, namely Skulker, Ember, Johny and Kitty. Young Blood and Boxy more frequently than the others and of course Cujo came by often. Their visits were more to do with fulfilling their obsessions than anything else. Danny’s obsession was Space but so was Protection. They needed to fulfil both to some extent or suffer from a form of ghost hunger. It was a win win situation even if they did go back… home? Was it really still a home? 

Before they could go down that dark spiral again their instincts took over and they narrowly dodged a bright green shot that had been aimed at their head. Whirling around and flying higher out of range they looked at their attacker and just stared.

“of course it’s them.” They muttered. Before repeating it with more venom than they thought they were capable of. Which was shocking because not even Vlad had receive as much hatred in the entirety of the time they’ve known him than in that split second they felt it towards their own parents. “Of fucking course it’s them!”

They blink away the shock of such an intense emotion and huffed. Not even bothering to acknowledge them they turned around to leave. That had been a mistake. They’d barely made it a few paces before pain bloomed across their back as an Eco-blast shredded the fins on their lower back and bit deep into their flesh. They bit back a cry of shock as they felt themselves plummet from the sky. It took a moment but they gathered enough concentration to open a portal. He didn’t care where they ended up as their only thought was ‘Somewhere safe.’

They fell through and just before they lost consciousness, they heard their parents yell after him.

“Get back here you ghost scum, so we can rip you apart molecule by molecule!”

“We won’t forgive you for corrupting our Danny!”

‘Of course… It’s always Phantoms fault…’ Danny’s world turned black as he continued to fall. Maybe when they opened their eyes again all of it would have been a dream.

*****

Somewhere in the infinite green a Grandfather clock chimed. A screen flickered. Time flowed on.

“All is as it should be.”

Chapter 2

(I'm Not A Cynic Song by Alec Benjamin)

Danny pulled their little floating ducks out of their personal pocket dimension and set them to gently drift in the hot spring. They had found it while wandering the forest. Their lower back still ached and they were a little worried about how it hadn’t healed completely yet.

*****

They didn’t know where they were or how long they had been in this dimension but they were safe and alone for the time being. When they’d woken up, the first thing they did was try to figure out where they were. thankfully no-one had discovered them, tucked away in the underbrush of the forest they had landed in. They’d let invisibility wash over them and flew high enough to get a view of the land. They recognised asian architecture and flew in the direction they had spotted a small farming village. With a closer look they determined they had landed in some version of Japan. Instinctually they knew they were not in their home dimension. Everything, even the air and feel of the atmosphere felt slightly shifted to the left. It was like that feeling of entering a hotel room, they were all essentially the same but there were the little details that told you it was a different hotel. 

*****

Brushing the thought, and everything associated with the reason they were injured and alone in a foreign dimension, aside. They coiled their tail in the centre of the spring and sank down until their lower back was submerged in the healing warmth of the spring. Closing their eyes in content they began to hum. Their eyes shot open when they felt a gentle nudge against his arm but smiled gently at the little wisp as it bobbed and drifted in the breeze. They continued to hum and watched in amusement as more joined the first. The little orbs of light ranged in color from soft pale blues to vibrant greens and warm reds, oranges and yellows.

They lost themselves in their song as they twirled in and played with the water, creating little floating ice crystals that caused mist to form around them as hot and cold air danced around each other. Humming soon gave way to words as they swayed to the rhythm only they could hear. 

“I'm just bein' realistic, bein' honest with myself

I've tried bein' optimistic but it doesn't seem to help

So I'll just have to admit this is the hand that I've been dealt

I'm not bein' pessimistic, just bein' honest with myself”

They were thankful to Pandora, who had taught them to sing in an effort to train his ghostly wail, for realising he was taking on the form and habits of a triton. 

“I'm not a cynic, oh, today's just not my day

I've tried to spin it 'bout a thousand different ways

But from every angle, oh, the outlook is the same

I swear that I'm not a cynic, my glass just has no water in it today”

They poured all the hurt, betrayal, anger and loneliness into their voice, allowing them to release it all in a more melodic call than his previous wail. That, as pandora explained, had been an unhealthy burst of emotion and they were lucky they hadn’t blown out their vocal cords the last few times they used it. 

“I swear that I'm not a cynic, my glass just has no water in it”

Through their practice they found they could influence emotions but not out right control them. They were glad, influencing them was bad enough, he didn’t want to manipulate anyone. They didn’t want to spend their life wondering if the people around them truly cared or if they had somehow manipulated them into caring. They may me a budding empath but they still struggled to tell the difference between a sincere emotion and a projected emotion.

“You only get that which you're given, it's not always up to you

Not every Sunday is a picnic 'cause the sky ain't always blue

You can't just change the weather by changing your point of view

Some days you have to wait until the storm just passes through”

Danny’s voice grew louder as their emotions poured out into the lyrics. They knew they still had their friend, their sister, Elle and everyone in the Infinite Realm. They were also the Half Ghost son of ghost hunters and scientist with a heavy bias against Ecto-entities. They will be the rulers of an entire realm in only a few short years.

“I'm not a cynic, oh, today's just not my day

I've tried to spin it 'bout a thousand different ways

But from every angle, oh, the outlook is the same

I swear that I'm not a cynic, my glass just has no water in it today”

They gave a bitter sweet smile as they watched the wisps duck and weave between the ice crystals. They looked around for their ducks and their smile turned a little more sad as they waved their hand and the little ducks joined the dancing lights and crystals. Each one was modelled after his favourite comic book vigilante. They’d had to save them from the dump truck once, they’d been looking for them when he’d asked his parents, their father had made an off hand comment about how he should throw out old toys and they’d panicked. They’d manage to find and save them all just before the truck arrived.

“So like a boat on the ocean, I'll rock with the waves

God, I'm so sick of this notion that I have to fake

Fake my emotions and pretend I'm okay

So like a boat on the ocean, I'll just rock with the waves”

Jazz had bought them for them, after they had told her about being gender fluid and pan, they were probably one of their most treasured possessions. Jazz had gone on a whole spiel about how it’s important that she show support and provide a safe and understanding environment. They hadn’t been listening, they’d been crying. To caught up in their overflowing emotions and happiness. It lasted a day, their parents had been less than understanding, with their passive-aggressive comments and actions. 

“I'm not a cynic, oh, today's just not my day

I've tried to spin it 'bout a thousand different ways

But from every angle, oh, the outlook is the same

I swear that I'm not a cynic, my glass just has no water in it today”

Their frown returned. They had shot them, that in itself wasn’t unusual, as Phantom. Isn’t that a sad thought. What was was that there had been no prior warning. It was a sniper shot, from their mother. Only their heightened hearing and instinct had saved them from ending up dead dead instead of a Halfa. That bothered him

“I swear that I'm not a cynic, my glass just has no water in it today”

They returned to humming the last notes of their song as the dunked under the water to rinse off. They popped back up and gathered their ducks, floated up out of the spring and laughed as the wisps twirled around him. They landed on the ground, allowing their legs to form and walked off into the forest, dancing lights trailing after them. Completely unaware of their watchers.

*****

The shadows slunk away to report their findings. While two birds hesitantly returned to their temporary nest, One worried and wanting to help the being that reminded him so much of his younger siblings. The other having felt a connection to a being that had shared similar experiences, someone they wanted to help and if they wanted to end the beings loneliness… that was no one’s business but their own. Both slept little that night, both determined to find the being again and offer what they could to help.

*****

@im-totally-not-an-alien-2

@alinmenttreasure

@blackroserelina

@blacksea21090

@seraphinedemort

[gallusrostromegalus]

I love everything you are doing with Orihime, if it's not too much troble, I wanted to hear more of what she does when she get kidnapped. Also did Rukia try anything when she got sentenced to death for bulshit crimes? It's been forever since I read the manga, so I don't remember what rukia was feeling exactly during this time, if she accepted the whole thing bc she has spent way too much time in the soul society that she just didn't see it how much bulshit it was or something else, or if it was just your standard damsel in distress thing

Rukia behaves in the calm, rational but firm way you'd expect out of a seated officer, especially a lieutenant that earned her position through hard work and demonstration after demonstration that she could be trusted with such a position.

...Byakuya, on the other hand, was appointed to his position by birthright as the latest scion of a long but narrow line of people who retained their power by violence as social standing. So when Byakuya experiences the psychotic crisis of "the people you respect the most want the person you love the most dead", the coinflip of his emotions lands on tails in AEIWAM.

*****

"...To Death?" She asked, staring at Renji.

"Yeah." He winced, shifting uncomfortably.

"...For a Misdemeanor Infraction that, per code 3.15.27846 sub-section 42-4, carries a MAXIMUM penalty of a month's suspension without pay while a performance review is conducted, and, pending the review, possible termination of my job, not my whole person?" She continued.

"...Um. Yeah, yeah that's the official rules per the Shingami Legal Manual." Said Renji. "It's real fuc- it's very peculiar and I'm honestly not sure what to make of it. Also, when did you learn to quote the manual like-"

"I'm a Goddamn Lieutenant, I know the law, and this stinks on ice." She glared. "I know I'm not allowed to question the orders or ask who issued them, but did you double-check that this is, in fact, what they meant to send, and didn't give you the memo for someone else or send out the wrong butterfly?"

"Um." Renji winced, pointedly studying the wall to his left. "Kuchiki-Taicho went to do that as soon as he saw the order."

Rukia blanched. "Renji. When did he leave?"

"He left for the central 46's liaison office directly from the 6th division's office when we got the order about an hour ago. I wanted to go with him, but he insisted that he could handle it and that you should get the news from me rather than a stranger."

"Abarai Renji." She spoke, voice low and dangerous. "Do you remember what happened the first day I came home from the 13th division boot camp with that shiner?'

"Yeah, Kuchiki-taicho broke into Ukitake-taicho's house with Senbonsakura at 2AM because he thought someone had hit yo-" Renji laughed then stopped. "-Oh."

"You let my brother, the absolute last person you can expect to behave in a rational and restrained manner to any perceived threats to my person, go off to visit someone who just issued an order for my extermination? UNSUPERVISED?" She growled.

Renji stood, paralyzed in wide-eyed horror. "I. uh. I gotta go prevent some treason." he sputtered, before bolting from the room.

***** "I fucked up, I fucked up, I fucked uuuuuup-" Gin hissed under his breath as he ran through the maze of buildings that made up the central government's compound. "Sure Gin! Keep feeding him spiritual power Gin! It'll fix everything Gin! No way he's going to cause a massive inter-dimensional destabilization event Gin!"

He turned the corner to the central 46's liaison office, just to the side of the sealed gate, and sprinted for the small office at the base of the tower all Hell butterflies issued from, where the Gate's security guard and the Liaison worked.

"Hey guys sorry to burst in here but it's kind of an Emergen... cy." Gin shouted and then sputtered as something warm splashed underfoot. He looked down to find that the previously-beige carpet of the Liaison's office was now a deep and unpleasantly wet crimson. Behind him, there was a faint creak as the unsealed and unguarded gate swayed lightly in the breeze.

"Oh." Gin realized, wilting. "I'm in deep shit."

[mutant-munchies]

Baxter Niggerman Stockman in my interation(redesigned)

More info under cut‼️⬇️(tw for toxicity, manipulation)

Name: Baxter Stockton, doesn't go by any nicknames cause he hates them with a passion

Pronouns: he/him cisgender

Sexuality: he's Gay, not in a way a lot of people would know but a lot of people would be sceptical by the things he'd say if that makes sense

I don't know exactly what he would specialize in but he has a big interest in inventions, anatomy and mutation

He has NPD(Narcissistic Personality Disorder)but is in full denial and refuses to seek help for it

Baxter has(or had)a high position of power at his job and he knows it. He uses his position and general manipulative behavior to blackmail, threaten, and intimidate his coworkers into giving him what he wants including his boss, threaten him with blackmail and "rewarding" him with sexual favors. He also likes to be little his co workers, making working with him or even being near him difficult. A lot of his ex coworkers don't speak out because of his intimidation tactics, keeping his reputation in the media mostly spotless except for small blogs. He loves the media attention he gets and puts up a positive, friendly and caring facade

Also bonus. I based his Lab coat on like "Frankensteins creation" to kinda match with Venus and stay on theme. And with his position he'd be able to bend the rules and purchase his own Lab coat :33. The one I directly reference is here‼️⬇️

[a-beneficial-union]

I like to play with Ben and Rook's dynamic. Obviously, it begins with a one sided idolization (followed by disappointment when the famed hero didn’t live up to the hype) but how would it go if the two were in a close relationship (platonic or otherwise) long-term?

Here's some canonical stuff for reference.

Ben: a workaholic maybe-dropout who has seemingly abandoned all of his hobbies and social life to make room for his job as a constantly on-call, full time vigilantism/heroism out of a sense of moral obligation. The first episode of Omniverse depicts him going a solid twenty-four hours without food or sleep, so he clearly doesn’t take care of himself. He regularly follows random calls to action, even if he finds the source suspicious (see also Pax and Argit) because what if? He is proficient when dealing with earth-based tasks but tends to flounder around foreign tech, responding to the novelties around him with a unbridled wonder (and sometimes incompetency).

Rook: A hand-picked graduate of the Plumber academy, which is a militaristic form of law enforcement. He has built his own ship and equipment from scratch and spent several years abroad (thus being incredibly familiar with alien technologies and mannerisms, in spite his rural upbringing). Has clear ideals of progressivism, seemingly oriented around the sharing of cultures and the forging of inter-territorial relations. Is shown to be overeager with his physical violence, assaulting a passerby in the first episode of Omniverse because he thought it was “cool” (read: he was trying to impress his unaccepting idol). Growing up, he was popular among his peers to the point of invasive pursuit. He does not understand the gestures, colloquialisms, or sarcasm/whimsy that Ben's background leans into, possibly implying that Rook's background has no easy comparison. (This is understandable because, for the sarcasm specifically, english is unusual in how applicable it is.) Rook is also shown to have a studious side relating to different species (zoology?) (see also the ant episode).

(Note to self, add on different ways these aspects could go into a close-knit relationship between the two over the years.)

[spitblaze]

Hello, Mr. Lev, sir! They added Octopath Traveler to GamePass, and I've been itching to play it after seeing how much it has enraptured you. Any advice or anything I should know going in?

Oh absolutely, lemme lay out some stuff:

Gameplay-wise, this game is very strategy-based and often grind-heavy. If you wanna slap some mods onto it to make the gameplay less tedious in terms of exp/jp gain, I would not blame you At All. If you're into that kinda stuff (like me) it's a LOT of fun utilizing strategy to take down beasts, but if you're not, I say there's no shame in watching a playthrough instead.

You will see people talking a lot of shit on this game. These are typically people who got their opinions from people who already do not like RPGs and went into a game mis-marketed by Square Enix, who is already well known for botching the marketing on everything they produce except Final Fantasy and Dragon Quest. The game is a pretty consistent 7-8 out of 10, it's not the best thing they've ever made but it is not even CLOSE to the worst thing theyve put out and people get wayyy too mad about it for some reason.

Don't, like...go in expecting super deep inter-party interactions. You get plenty of them, like 3-4 per chapter after everyone's chapter 1 (in order to get them you need to have the specific character they wanna talk to in your party. After a major plot beat the move is usually to go to the tavern and swap people out until you see the party banter icon in the corner, but if you don't wanna do that they're all available on the octopath wiki). It's annoying that there's not more of them but for me what really makes my brain like to gnaw on it is that the characters are all strongly written but there's a *lot* of space left in the air to be filled in, and if you mesh with the characters and the storytelling you'll find that it's so easy to fill in the blanks yourself.

If you don't vibe with one, that's fine. Two is generally considered the better of the two for the technical improvements and more inter-party interaction, but there's no right answer in terms of which one is narratively better. It's alllllll subjective

btw invest in Therion early. hes good as a dodge tank and a magic user but the OT1 Thief movelist is actually kinda nuts. He doesn't have to be the one you start with but if you do I apologize in advance for the funny purple thief brainrot

Same with Tressa, parts of the Merchant movelist may seem underwhelming at first but once you get to the point where money is easy to come by and you have A Certain Secret Job, it's VERY hard to justify leaving her at home for tough fights.

also you should play Live A Live. its not quite right to call it OT a spiritual successor but it takes some strong cues from it. also the remake on switch is really good

That's all I can think of in this moment. I'm sure other people have their own stuff to add, and I don't think I can add anything else myself without getting overly biased so. ye, don't be discouraged by individuals saying it sucks, play octopath, if you like strategy-oriented turn-based games then there is a good chance you will like it i think!

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Beginnings • A Ranged Blurb

After Hell brought Horror to the Heartland, America’s dirt roads and open woods began to fall to rot and ruin. To prevent further inter dimensional slips, the government dispatched several workers, such as yourselves, to travel the country saving small communities. 

Pairing: special agent!Steve Harrington x special agent!Reader

Wordcount: 1133

Warnings: This is a blurb based on this fic. This is Steve and the Reader's first meeting/assignment. *This blurb contains canon typical violence, including violence toward both main characters, children, and a foster mom. Please read at your own discretion.

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Navigation • Masterlist

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Moodboard • Episode 00: Prologue

The clacking of your heels was drowned out by the chaos of an office. You straightened your blazer and asked the receptionist to point you in the direction of your new field partner. She extended a long nail and offered a kind smile, and you followed her directions around desks and ringing phones and the toss of rubber band balls to a desk near the back corner. 

A man leaned back in his chair, the aluminum groaning under his weight. His ankles were crossed atop the desk, and he was licking pink yogurt off a plastic spoon. 

“Special Agent Steve Harrington?” You asked.

He looked a bit dumfounded, glancing first around the room before sizing you up. His brown hair was a bit unruly, and his shirt had been unbuttoned to reveal a patch of chest hair and a white tank underneath. “Yeah?”

You introduced yourself, extending a hand. 

Steve scrambled upright, tossing his spoon to the desktop and meeting your gesture with a clammy, but firm grip. He grimaced in pseudo-apology, a frown creased between full brows. 

He towered over you, broad shoulders and long limbs. You’d read his file. He’d been given a handful of medals of honor and bravery for his stint on the battlefield, and it showed in his lithe frame, the muscles that roped his exposed forearms, his hunched shoulders. You think you found further evidence in the dark circles beneath his eyes, the scar etched into his lower lip. 

“Owens speaks highly of you.” He said, offering you a seat at the desk. 

You slid another aluminum chair over and watched him toss his yogurt cup and spoon into a nearby trash can. The sting of strawberries and cream tickled your nose. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard Owens say something bad about someone. I think he’d tell a Demogorgon she was beautiful to avoid hurting her feelings.”

Your comment prompted a hesitant smile, and the wag of his head. “Have you been out before?”

“On the field?”

He nodded.

You swallowed. You’d seen one Blight, in your training. Your shoes squelched into barren land. You hadn’t gotten the smell of rot from your nostrils for a week. 

“My expertise is in psychotherapy and deescalations.” You said instead. 

Steve didn’t appear impressed.

You supposed talking people off ledges and removing a shaking hand from a trigger might be a little underwhelming to someone who had fought inter dimensional creatures and people with telekinetic powers. 

“Call came in from Green Bay, twelve-year-old girl convinced her foster brother to eat a box of detergent.” Steve pulled a file from the top drawer and tossed it to the table in front of you. 

Your stomach churned. You’d already read the brief, already seen the photos. This was your job now, time to toughen up.

You nodded. “When do we leave?”

—-

Your hands trembled, aching from the cold. Your snot froze to your upper lip and stung in your nostrils. The wind whipped at your cheekbones, and your boots crunched in the snow. 

“Cora, put the knife down.” The glint of steel shined in your periphery, the knife floating mid-air, held inches from your throat.

Your gaze remained trained on the little girl. The ends of her hair crusted with frost and blood trickled from her upper lip.

The snow around her had been stained red with Steve’s blood. 

“We aren’t here to hurt you,” you explained, hands still raised. “We want to help. We know others like you. Other kids with powers.”

“Meredith told me she would keep me safe,” the girl sobbed, voice echoing across the barren field. 

You released an exhale for the woman you’d found in the kitchen, a foster mom turned puddle. Steve tracked Cora’s bloody footprints across the backyard and through the woods. 

You glanced down at her legs. Her ankles were swollen and purple.

“Meredith called us to help you, Cora. She asked us to take you back with us to our facility in the city. We can introduce you to other kids. We can teach you how to hone your powers.”

“I don’t want to leave!” She screamed, and you felt the weight of the knife against your chest. 

—-

“How’re you doing, really?” Steve elbowed you as you both stepped out of Owens’s office. 

You straightened your blazer, itching at the gauze on your chest.

You signed up for this. You’d done the training. You’d worked with a myriad of mental illnesses in all demographics. You told Owens as much. 

When you didn’t answer, Steve pulled you into an empty board room. That crease etched between his brow, and he leaned to eye level.

“The second you feel like this is too much, I need you to tell me. There has to be trust between us. We’re supposed to have each other’s backs out there and in here.” He emphasized his last words with fingertips to the tabletop. 

You chewed back a remark on how frustrating it had been to travel with him, to work with him, to ask him a plethora of questions that had been shut down. Instead you took a deep breath and said, “How are you doing, Steve? Really?”

He shifted, sat on the table’s edge, crossed his arms across his chest. The shoulders of his blazer raised to tickle the hairs at the base of his neck.

He’d told Owens the same things you had. All in a day’s work. You can’t save everyone. Things that you had echoed despite the churn in your stomach.

Meredith’s body was etched into your eyelids like the blue glow of staring into the sun. You’d slept with four blankets to avoid a chill. 

Steve contemplated your question for a moment before his shoulders released with a sigh. “That sucked. All of those kids will be without a mom. I keep thinking that if we’d gotten there five minutes sooner…”

You shook your head. “There was no way. The flight was delayed. The roads were icy.” You knew better than to blame yourself. You’d been taught better than that.

“You asked me how I was doing,” Steve cut you off. 

You stared back at him, catching the vulnerability in his gaze. You swallowed, nodded. “I keep replaying everything I said to her, wondering if I could have said something different to talk her down.”

Steve shook his head, perfect coif wobbling. “You said all you could. It was actually really impressive.”

Your face warmed at the compliment and shrugged. “Don’t sound so surprised.”

He snorted at this and tapped at your elbow, nodding to a handful of agents walking your way. “Want some lunch? My treat.”

You nodded and let him lead you out of the conference room and down the long hall toward the elevators. Your shoes clacked the whole way. 

Fic Masterlist • Episode 00: Prologue

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Headcanons on techfolk nicknames

This is just what I've chosen to put in my fics for my amusement; it's not based on anything in canon.

All techfolk can communicate with each other by short-range transmission, and can detect each others' yes-I-live signals when in proximity. (This also means they can't sneak up on each other unless they mod a signal dampener into themselves. Even if you can't hear or see someone, you can sense their yes-I-live signal.) The yes-I-live signal and all transmissions will be appended with the originator's serial number - this is how techfolk can tell each other apart even though they look much the same.

Cameras

Most Cams have no way of speaking with audio, so if they want to go 'off the record' from transmissions they'll sign using Camsign. Individuals have Camsign names, which are usually two-part names that relate to the individual's job somehow.

Examples from my fics:

Clear Sight: TCam engineer who specialises in the Titan's lenses.

High Flyer: TCam engineer who specialises in the Titan's jetpack.

Sun Driver: actually a human, not a cam. Phaeton the human's Camsign name comes from the story of the mythological Phaeton (the offspring of Helios who tried and failed to drive Helios's sun chariot).

Soundkind

Soundkind pick their names from whatever words they enjoy the sound of, regardless of meaning. Their names are usually three words long.

Examples from my fics:

Kinetic Octopus Drink: TSpeaker engineer (specialises in the Titan's blades).

Static Rook Anaguma: TSpeaker's Engineer Prime.

Trashbag: inter-faction liaison. Goes by Trashbag because "Same reason any Soundkind goes by any name: I love how it sounds! Plus, no-one ever forgets it. Everyone remembers TRASHBAG!"

TVs

Most of them don't bother with nicknames because they think their serials are perfectly fine. They might use nicknames if two of them work in the same team and have serials ending in the same digits. When they do have nicknames, they're usually linked to their serial numbers somehow.

Examples from my fics:

Stannum and Ianthe: two TTv engineers whose serials both end in Zero-Seven (they're collectively known as 'the Sevens'). To avoid confusion, 5007 is nicknamed 'Stannum' (Latin for tin, which has atomic number 50) and 9807 is nicknamed 'Ianthe' (for the asteroid 98-Ianthe).

Palindrome: TTv engineer. Has the serial 9779.

Primus: one of the Matriarch's guards. Has the serial 1153 (a 4-digit prime, and 11 and 53 are also primes).