#like wow curse someone for thinking differently than you wow tell me more about how your biased opinions are better than mine

[gentil-minou]

I think people seem to forget I work with abused and traumatized kids everyday and I really do not need to hear how my opinions on the subject are invalid or cause problems like seriously my actual job is hard enough I do not need to hear this stuff when I'm just trying to chill and unwind

[yanderenightmare]

Gojo Satoru

TW: yandere awakening

part two

gn reader

Thinking of having a nullifying cursed technique without knowing it…

Curses, attacks, and techniques have no effect on you—once cursed energy comes into contact within your range, it ceases to exist. You're a human erasure for all things paranormal.

And it’s beyond strange for a certain six-eyed limitless sorcerer...

Gojo sees on a molecular level—it's like converging x-ray and thermal and night-vision into one lens that's both microscopic and telescopic at the same time—he sees energy and atoms—he sees everything, he sees through everything. Nothing escapes. The tiniest shift in someone’s expression indicates exactly what they’re thinking, and he can tell—as if he can read minds even though he can’t. Everything is just so obvious. Everything. Even though he is blindfolded, he can see. All things energy, light, heat, movement, what someone had for lunch, the tiniest vibration in the ground and buildings around him, the slight shift in the wind when a butterfly flaps its wings a mile away. It’s all there for him, laid bare before his many eyes. Everything, and then he bumps straight into you.

It's by no means any powerful encounter—his body is much taller and bigger. It’s rather you who’s dealt an impact, bouncing off and staggering back until falling hard on your ass.

But he’s no less shocked because of it. Something just passed through both limitless and six eyes. An attack from a curse? A technique from a sorcerer? Here? Now? On the open street on his way to buy mochi? No… what’s going on? What on earth was that?

“Ouch—what the? Watch where you’re going! And what’s up with the blindfold, you lunatic!?”

Watch where you’re going, huh… He’s never heard that before. Even stranger, who is speaking? He peels his blindfold up and… wow.

He can see you. No, not like he can see the others around you—passing bodies full of flesh and blood and bones and food. You’re none of that, you’re just a face and body. You have a rumpled expression—sour. He can tell you’re upset, but it’s harder than it’s supposed to be. He has to think about it all on his own. Yes, you’re mad. At him? Yes. You’re mad at him.

You’re mad at him, and yet he doesn’t care. There are more important matters. Like, who the hell or what the hell are you?

“Well?” you state snappily, and yes, it was you who had spoken earlier. “Are you gonna help me up or what?”

He doesn’t know if he should. You’d only touched him indirectly before, through two layers of both of your clothing. What if your skin burns his? What if everything ceases to exist?

He does it anyway.

Reaching down his hand, he holds his breath and recites seconds within his head as if he’s counting down towards the end of the world—one, two, three, and…

It burns. But not in a bad way. But it burns—everywhere all at once—igniting him like a matchstick ripped across the red. It burns, but it feels good. And he realizes he’s felt cold his entire life.

“Uhm, you can let go now,” you drag him out of his discoveries.

He looks away from his grip on your hand and at you, now standing, and wow, really wow… It’s like he’s seeing for the first time. There’s so much he's blind to, and yet, nothing's ever been clearer—the smoothness of skin, the soft differences in its pigment, the vividness of eyes—your eyes. He knows they aren’t, but they’re the biggest he’s ever seen.

“Hey, buddy, are you alright?” you ask now, leaning towards him—a hand on his shoulder, its burning warmth seeping in through his jacket, as the other remains in his. “Is there someone I should call?”

Oh right. He must be acting like an asylum escapee.

“I’m fine. Better than fine, actually. I’m great. I’m Gojo. Satoru Gojo,” one after the other, words leave him as if he’s forgotten how to act normal.

“Okay then—that’s good, uhm, Mr. Gojo.” 

How strange. He can’t tell what you’re thinking at all—in fact, he hasn’t the slightest clue—it’s all a guessing game. It’s as if before, all he needed to do was look at a book to know what was written within, but with you, he actually needs to read. And he's never learned how to.

“Uhm, alright, so I’ll be on my way then—”

“No!” his grip tightens, and you gasp with a jolt, looking at him even wider than before. Shit. “I mean… I’m sorry. I should… I should apologize for walking straight into you. Are you hurt anywhere?”

“No, I’m good. It’s really alright. No need to worry. I should really go, though—”

You look positively freaked-out now—if he were to make a purely uneducated guess. You tried pulling your hand to yourself again, and it became more clear—he was making you uncomfortable. But still, he didn’t want to let go. Even with limitless off, nothing had ever felt as good as the contact he was feeling right now. He doesn’t think he can let go. But shit—people are beginning to stare…

“Okay, I’m sorry—” he lets go, and you instantly hurry along with quick steps, shuffling through the crowded street as if you’d just encountered a madman.

Maybe he is. He sure follows after you like one.

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[backwards360]

tell me about your headcanons about the cultural differences between layers plss

- your favourite sister ever

takes a deep deep deep breath. hello niki. my beloved sister. my favoritest sister ever.

the noob layer (before the evil champion)

very very community oriented

block parties (get it) are really popular!!

a lot of sharing and stuff going on

music!! music is a really big thing!!

accent sounds a bit like theyre singing, almost like theyre dancing with words!! they dont pronounce their vowels fully!!

the noob layer (after the evil champion)

community??? no chance, everyone dies before you get to even know their name (which is why evbo never bothers asking anyone)

really the only sharing they do is when someone is sick or theres a child and occasionally family units share food

cannibalism. yeah. its normal for people to go insane, the noobs probably refer to it as some kind of curse or something bc thats fun

the pro layer (before the evil champion)

everyones neighbors!! less community oriented than the noob layer

more focused on helping each other get better!! regularly helping each other learn fun new parkour things

their accent is kinda like. how do i explain this. their voices tend to be softer and tbh i wanna say they sound like a weird mix of southern and british. dont ask questions.

i dont have much for the pro layer if yall have fun things hand 'em over

the pro layer (after the evil champion)

music is HUGE here between moral boosting events and also playing songs for parkour !!

community oriented but more in the way where family units stick together and everyone else is like. a coworker. like you might be friends and occasionally you might get close with someone but like. ehhhhh

mostly just like. yeah i work in the same general area as this guy

the fighter later (before they were banished)

this layer has the most people because its so hard to rank up so its the one with the most stuff going on!!

libraries!! this is the layer of scholars and shit!!

theres so many people here that the masters come down and hang out here a lot too!!

this is where everyone learns things, theres no schools on the other layers because everyone has the chance to rank up !!

this ones just fun, its got a mix of everything because its the most populated \o/

they have a fun accent i think, tbh i wanna say its similar to new york? idk

the fighter layer (after the banishment)

devoid of basically everything that made it what it was

the most sparsely populated now

everyone is hostile as fuck, by the point we see it in canon everything's been combed over tens of hundreds of times so if someone sees someone else its safe to assume one of them is getting mugged

unless its a seawatt situation but whatever

some bonds still remain and theyre as strong as ever now

everyone either has fashioned masks out of their clothes or just has the most fucked up throat from the frequent sandstorms.

the master layer (before the evil champion)

not much going on up here!! they normally hang out on the fighter layer

huuuuuge showoffs but like in a fun way!! performances!!! wow!!!

theyve got a bit of twang in their voice i think bc yes.

the master layer (after the evil champion)

showoffs but in a bad way

big on spreading rumors

really reclusive, never visit lower levels or each other

battling is common for any reason, the more people youve defeated in a battle the higher up you are on the social ladder

ok heres some!! i hope u like it it took me like 45 minutes to write all this bc i kept getting distracted

[aweina]

୨୧. he’s one silver fox — spiderverse. feat : miguel o’ hara + peter b. parker

when they feel insecure about their age. ( inspo ) tags gn + spidey reader. fluff. hurt / comfort. insecurities. implied age difference.

old age has gotten to peter in the worst ways possible. well, at least that’s what he thinks. persisting through a depressive episode because life sucked that badly wasn’t an easy feat, especially when they were shown through his physical appearance. a softer, bloated stomach, a permanent mark of exhaustion under his eyes, and greying roots that hair dye cannot even combat.

it’s especially worse when other people point out his aging. the first time miles called him ‘older’ and how his body was a ‘different shape’, peter didn’t really process it until he came back to his dimension and was welcomed with greasy pizza boxes and a broken bed frame.

and when it finally did, peter gazed down at the softness of his abdomen and poked it curiously. in the shower, he sheds off his mask as locks of grey and brown hair messily tickle his forehead. peter finally looked. softened wrinkles, a grey hue that showed his shaving efforts, sunken eyes — damn, he really was an old man.

but that was back then, and his darkened days became much more lighter. although his round eyes now gleamed with hope and the smile on his face was much more genuine, it wasn’t enough to make him feel confident in his own appearance. at least that’s how it was until he met you.

after encountering an aggressive anomaly, you hurriedly tended peter’s wounds at the recovery room located in the headquarters. that left peter under your care for the rest of the day, as well as your usual sweet nature.

“you know i like your hair, right?”

you petted the sides of peter’s head, the silky touch of grey hair making you smile.

peter shuffles a bit to the side, gently trying to pry your hands off his hair, only for you to scoot closer as you lightly brush off the stray strands off his face.

he sighs in defeat as he subtly gives into your touches, cursing at himself for enjoying this so much.

“kid, you know you don’t have to make me feel better.” peter mumbles shyly when you began to caress his scruffy cheeks with your thumbs.

“i’m telling the truth,” you whispered sweetly, inching closer until you straddled his thick torso. “i love everything about you.”

peter nervously gulps in response, cheeks dusted pink from your bluntness. he’s still a little shocked that someone much younger than him could even find him remotely attractive — considering the fact that he wasn’t at his prime. but you’ve always been quite different, ever since the day he met you when things were rough with his initial relationship.

starry eyed and obviously looking at him whenever peter came around. he remembered the subtle stares at his unshaven jawline, or that one time you furiously lectured the other spider-people that joked about his aging. peter couldn’t believe it, but he felt strangely confident in his own skin after so many years of believing he would never be lovable again.

“t-thanks kid,” peter nervously muttered into your ear, pulling your body closer into a warm hold. “for… liking me.”

you pouted at his response, your stomach fully pressed against his softer one.

“don’t ever be thankful for someone simply loving you.” you say with a comforting smile, nimbly fingers smoothing over his eye bags to the indented lines adorning his forehead.

the dangerous combination of your genuine affection and feathery touches made peter’s heart knock faster in his chest. how did he end up so lucky meeting you?

curiously, you tugged on the hem of his spider suit— skin clearly blotched with a flushed pink.

“wow, you’re blushing so much.” you teased with a huge grin.

peter timidly chuckled at his exposure, scratching the back of his head with one hand as the other one steadily grips your waist. for the first time, peter wasn’t equipped with his usual remarks and sarcasm — instead he was entirely unguarded and still dazed by your tenderness.

you giggled at his flustered expression until you squished his cheeks together — pink lips pursed out and slightly chapped.

“i’ll always love you peter,” you sweetly whispered against his lips. “always.”

before peter could properly work up the courage to respond to your confession, a surge of energy filled your heart as you peppered endless kisses on peter’s reddening face — the blend of your lighthearted giggles and his heartfelt chuckles filled the room.

peter never felt happier than he was with you around to make him feel loved again.

miguel could tell he was getting older. maybe it was the constant groggy feeling he would get from every waking moment of his life, or when he had to annoyingly dig around the messy drawers in his lab to get his reading glasses. aging wasn’t something he usually would think about, but these days it was getting to him.

the usual routine of looking through old pictures peaked his insecurities. it started when the orange hologram glowed against the deepened wrinkles around his mouth, playing the collage of memories. younger miguel was much more relaxed — hopeful glints in his eyes and his hair much more fuller with brown locks. there wasn’t his usual dullness on his skin or even the harsh lines that indicated skipping meals to focus on his new invention.

he would never admit it, but he was jealous of who he was before. much less exposed to the darkness of his mistakes and making the most of his ignorance. miguel would grimly stare into his younger self smiling until lyla would suddenly alert him of a loose anomaly causing a sudden disturbance — forcing him to turn off his screen and shake off the melancholic feelings.

the younger spider-people that roamed around the headquarters seemed to make his predicament worse. gwen, who he begrudgingly recruited, would tease him for not understanding how to use any other technology that’s not his own creation. hobie, the most unpredictable of them all, would quip about miguel’s horrible posture whilst he demonstrates his much more straighter stance.

usually, miguel would dryly laugh at their attempts to tick him off or scare them off with a lethal glare, but he felt troubled by his own age. was he that old? well, he took his physicality very seriously, so maybe it wasn’t enough? miguel heavily sighs from the throbbing pain around his temple, sulking back on his chair as he defensively dragged his calloused fingers along the silver strands of hair — reaching to the curve following his slouched neck.

“you seem stressed.”

the sudden sound of your voice immediately startled miguel, almost toppling off his desk chair. you smiled at his clumsiness while he quickly recovered with a feigned cough, a deep red settling on his cheeks.

you, you were far more different than gwen and hobie. much more reserved, never teasing him about his age like the other two. you were always there to compliment him and whenever you called his name, there was always something good out it. miguel had a soft spot for you, but he couldn’t quite understand why you had one for him.

“is it obvious?” there was no need to lie around you.

a worried look settled onto your face. immediately, you settled the aromatic coffee onto his work desk and shuffled beside his broad shoulders, peering down at the unusual tangled locks of miguel’s hair. with slight hesitance, you ran a quivering hand through his hair, combing the dark grey streak that complimented his red eyes.

miguel didn’t protest, instead he slowly leaned into your touch — the weight of his head pressed on your stomach.

“i’m not that old, am i?” miguel shamefully asked. he felt weirdly conscious about his sudden vulnerability, but especially more confused by your gentle hands nestled in his hair.

you sighed in annoyance, instantly thinking back on gwen’s and hobie’s snarky comments. “miguel, don’t listen to them. they’re just teasing you.”

miguel furrowed his brows a bit. no, there’s a lot more than just that.

“it’s not only that but…” it was his past, it was you. it was all eating him alive, these bitter thoughts — his envy towards his younger self, your bright presence that never wavered away from his darker one.

“don’t.” you cut off his conflicted silence, tracing over his hairline with a gentle hand. “i know you’ve been through a lot, and all that means that you’ve just changed overtime. it just happens, you know?”

he hummed at your words thoughtfully, a little flustered that someone much younger is lecturing him.

“and i like you just the way you are.” you delicately tilted his chin up, finally gazing down at his crimson eyes. “even when you’re always grumpy.”

miguel chuckles at your little quip with a rare smile. gawking at your cute grin and crinkled eyes, miguel couldn’t help but pull you into a soft kiss — in which you instantly melted into.

he finally understood you now — you were never afraid to love him unconditionally.

© aweina : please do not copy, repost, or modify any of my content.

[e-claire]

Misophonia sucks so fucking hard and no one anywhere ever wants to talk about it. Literally the only people I've ever had listen to me about my Misophonia are other people with Misophonia. So fuck it, Misophonia Awareness Post or something, I want to vent.

Allow me to describe what it is first for all the lucky people who aren't fucked over. Misophonia is likely an Audio-Processing Disorder (Potentially some form of Synesthesia) in which certain sounds trigger a fight or flight reaction. Trigger sounds can vary and sometimes after long term exposure it can create a reaction to the visuals associated with those sounds. It is possibly genetic, there is no known cause, there is no known treatment, there is only suffering and ways of generally kind of reducing that suffering. When I hear people chewing I am filled with a rage that can only be described as "Bordering on a primal desire to Kill." and there's nothing I can do about that. A family member or friend takes a bite of something crunchy and I have to sit there and exist with thoughts of pounding their fucking skull into paste with my bare god damn hands and then afterwards I have to go back to "being normal". I have to just pretend that didn't happen, I can't do anything with those emotions, I can't put them anywhere, I can't talk about them with anyone or gain any understanding or sympathy from others for having them.

When I see someone chewing food anymore it's borderline impossible for me to remain in the room with them for any more than a few seconds because the mere sight of them chewing makes me physically ill and inspires in me a sense of deep disgust and panic that I could never ever hope to describe.

I tell people about what it's like and I get one of four reactions :

"Oh I think I have that too" With a weird amount of curious excitement at the concept of having a fun new quirky thing to mention in conversations. This means that they don't have it, and they'll then proceed to list off a couple different things that literally no human being likes to hear and how much that thing "annoys them". This makes me want to kill myself.

"Wow, Yikes." Through a grimace. This means I was too open about how it makes me feel and they now think i'm a either a freak, liability, time bomb, or over-dramatic, and will do everything they can to avoid the subject in the future so that I can't make them uncomfortable. This makes me want to kill them AND myself.

Immediately eats something really loudly to set me off as a "joke". This means that they're an obnoxious piece of shit that I have to try my absolute hardest not to beat to death with my bare hands. This makes me want to kill them, if that wasn't already obvious.

"Oh. So that's what this is called." This means they have it, and we can both engage in a brief period of mutual trauma sharing that helps us know we're not alone, and that our curse is unfortunately shared with others. This makes us both somewhat melancholy, and kinda ruins the vibes until something fun happens.

And then we get into the "How do you make the pain stop", and good news! You can't. There is no way to make it stop. But you can make it hurt less with ✨Spending Unbearable Amounts of Cash✨

You can buy a billion different types of earplugs that will all do great at muting the world but always leave you incredibly unaware of the world around you and leave you fucked in-terms of listening to media.

You can buy normal headphones that will kind of work but never mute the world around you anywhere near enough and vaguely frustrate you constantly, but hey at least you're a bit more accessible! Try combining these with a combination of rain and static noise playing at all times in the background for an extra layer of silence :)

You can buy ANC headphones that cost infinitely too much money and are almost always built to break so that they can farm cash from you in repairs, but the ANC is so useful despite not working perfectly that you can't really exist without it so you're gonna spend 200+ dollars every couple years because you don't have a choice, and spend every single day 24/7 wearing hot heavy over-ear headphones! Use the Rain and Static Noise combo with this as well for the best ANC effect.

And inevitably, all of these options will give you hearing problems, potentially make you aware of new trigger sounds, and always leave you a step behind everyone else when a conversation happens. Pro-Tip : For when the sounds are really intrusive and you're on the verge of a breakdown, Combine ANC with Ear Plugs and the R&SN background audio to basically kill noise in it's entirety for a little while :)

AND NOW WE GET TO THE PART WHERE I SAY WHAT THE FUCK CAN YOU NORMIES DO TO MAKE OUR SUFFERING LESS FUCKING CONSTANT.

Listen to us. Don't ostracize us for experiencing emotions we can't control and don't mean or want to act on. If you can, try your best to do the trigger noises quietly, and try your best not to do the trigger visuals in-front of us. We know it's not something you can control entirely, but if you can make the effort to make our lives suck less, we'll really fucking appreciate it.

And if you try to get back at us during a fight by eating something really crunchy to abuse our disorder for your benefit, I swear to god I will hunt you down personally and subject you to the most violent and painful torture I can manage before killing you and hiding your body somewhere no one will ever find it so that your loved ones never have the closure of knowing if you died or if you're still somewhere out there. Thanks for reading even though I know you didn't because the length of this post is frankly unhinged and i'll probably only get like 2 likes at best.

[heartssatoru]

Jjk men when they find out that the reader is crushing on them (yuji, megumi, gojo, sukuna and who else you like!)

Thank you for the request <33 I'm gonna assume that they like you back! If you didnt mean that let me know.

Characters: yuji, megumi, gojo, and sukuna!

Warnings:nothing but fluff

Itadori

Crushing on him? Wow wait what

Hes surprised because of what megumi always tells him

Was always wondering why he caught you staring at him

Shocked for the most part, but also happy! Your not joking right?

Starts jumping up and down because you like him

Would hang out with you way more than before, because he wants to get to know you more

Not like he doesn't already know you, but he doesn't wanna miss a single detail about you

Megumi

damn you like him? What do you want him to do with that info

Refuses to make the first move no matter what, he's just that kind of guy

And if you also are like that then have fun, however on rare occasions he will give small little hints

Kinda awkward with you, but not because he's uncomfortable

Its just that now that he knows that he wants to confess those feelings

But is struggling so he just ignores it

Whenever you guys hang out he always is akaward. If you point it out he may get a little red

But still refuses to confess, he found out already so you can just confess at that point.

Thats what he's telling himself

Satoru

Cocky ass man, as soon as finds out he'll tease you n everything

Maybe your friend slipped up and said that you liked him out loud

While he was there

Now that's embarrassing! But to him its cute, but thinks your friend did you dirty

Cause they did

But he doesn't let that get in the way, he'll tell you how you should have said so before

Also the redder you get the more he teases

Honestly already knew with the way you acted towards him

Hes not complaining of course

Doesn't blame you for liking him though

Sukuna

A human liking a curse? How foolish

But the thing is, he feels the same way. Will not admit it though

If he's in itadoris body then he'll still insult you, a tiny bit nicer to you. Just a tiny tiny bit..

Probably threatens itadori if he dares to try and tell someone

Tells you how foolish you are for liking a curse, but if thats what you want then so be it

No going back though

If he's in his full form (I dont really like it as much, but he's still cool) its a different story

Bullies you a lot, because its amusing seeing your reactions

Acts like he doesn't feel the same, but he does.

Sometimes randomly sits you on his lap while two of his lower arms secure you and the top two arms are playing with your hair or something

Insults you per usual. Expect him to bring how your crushing on him up every once and awhile

If he wanted to he'd admit that he likes you, just not in a obvious way

Probably makes you cry every once and awhile cause of his insults

but shushes you while you sit on his lap or something. He's only joking

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Request im working on -

"How do JJK men flirt with you?" - anon

"How about JJK men(Gojo, Megumi, Nanaimo,Itadori and Toge if possible) how they react to a fight with their s/o!" - anon

[cairavende]

Worm Arc 11 Interludes thoughts:

AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

Ok. Just in order I think. Sorry for the chaos.

Started off with puppies. I was happy.

Then the puppies started getting a little more violent than needed. I was less happy.

Then Victoria got clowned on a little and I was little bit more happy.

Then the unkillable naked zebra lady showed up everything kinda went downhill. For everyone.

Bitch do not join the supervillain serial killer group, please and thank you.

Seriously though, The Siberian is a bit scary. Just, completely invincible as far as anyone can tell. And super strong.

Theo is having a bad day. And unless someone takes care of Jack Slash for him he's gonna have a bad few years.

Jack Slash is such a poser oh my god. Dude. Come one. You aren't all that.

Also. Jack. Do not toss a loaded baby! That baby had a full diaper. You toss that baby and you are liable to have a containment breach. Speaking from experience, you do not want a containment breach. (Also just don't throw babies of course.)

I hope Theo gets cool powers and is able to become a super amazing hero like he dreams of. On the plus side, probably gonna be lots of opportunities for trigger events coming up. On the minus side, he didn't trigger when Jack Slash was planning on killing him so I don't know if he's gonna be able to.

They were obviously going to go for Labyrinth. She has such amazing powers for mass terror. Though I guess Burnscar never tried to actually recruit her. I assume that was the plan though.

Also Burnscar needs to stop excusing her actions. Just be evil or don't be evil. You don't get to be evil and say it's not your fault (that sure will come up again in these interludes).

I fucking LOVED the description of how Labyrinths powers work. Just the details of everything. So good!

Fucking Colin. Of course they had to go for you. Why can't you just go away and leave my robot daughter alone?

Mannequin is fucking WILD. Like, god damn. Those are sure choices you made. Helps you be creepy as shit though. And get through air vents.

Mannequin writing out "U ME" to Pocketknife Man by laying keyboard keys down on the table one at a time has cursed meet-cute energy.

In the end, Colin survives cause my robot daughter saves him. And I guess she's gonna tell him the truth about being an AI. Fiiiiiiine. I will be polite to Colin if he comes over to dinner. He still needs to apologize to my other daughter though.

Also I'm sure glad the Slaughterhouse Nine won't have any use for the magic pocketknife that can cut through anything that Mannequin took. No worries at all I'm sure. It won't do jack shit for them. Might as well just slash the idea and toss the knife out.

Cool. Some Nazis died. That's great!

Not enough though. Disappointed in Shatterbird.

But if one good thing can come of this whole Slaughterhouse Nine thing, maybe Hookwolf can die. I'm not holding my breath though.

Shatterbird has a very interesting power set. Being specifically glass focused like that. Definitely can see how she would terrorize a city.

Dinah PoV. DINAH POV!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ok well first off, I obviously hated Coil for Dinah already. Enough that I don't really know if the Dinah PoV can technically make me hate him more. But that said, I hate him more. WTF.

The description of her power was so NEAT though! Had a minor moment of "oh hey this paragraph of this precog talking about her power works inside her head is an almost perfect description of how my brain works" which was wild. I don't actually get to see the future though, which is a major difference.

She can actually just full blow see a possible future holy shit! Wow. Like it hurts and she hates it but it's still crazy.

Also I guessed that Crawler was going to come for Traveler in a Vault (that is Noelle's cape name until I am told different) after the Bitch interlude. I was very happy I got that right since I really knew almost nothing about either.

So Crawler just basically can't die and gets stronger every time he gets hurt. I wonder how long it will take him to reach Endbringer level power?

And Traveler in a Vault is just a large monster that is always hungry and can be driven to the point of eating people. That sucks a lot for her.

Also Leviathan came after her too huh? Well that's probably fine and won't matter in the future.

Regent's sister is worse than he is. That's impressive! Like, not good impressive. But impressive.

Getting real close to the "can't exist" physic power set. I guess it's not quite it though.

She should keep a better eye on her phone battery.

AMY DALLON! I knew it would be you.

I knew you were destined to be a tragedy from the moment I met you. You were always going to become a villain. So once I knew the Nine were recruiting it was a guarantee that you'd be recruited.

Specifically, that you'd be recruited by Bonesaw. She is an artist and obviously she is obsessed over the art you could make together.

Holy shit though that chapter.

Lets see. FUCK CAROL. Victoria gets some excuses, she's a kid, she's following her mom's example, etc. But FUCK CAROL. You are partially responsible for what Amy is about to become.

Despite being terrified, Amy seemed to have a dark fascination with everything Bonesaw was doing and saying. Really listened as Bonesaw explained things.

The more detailed view of what Amy's power does is crazy. She really can do just about anything to someone.

“Why not fix your dad?” is where Bonesaw won. It's about 3/5 of the way through the chapter. And she won at that point. That was the killing blow. The rest of the chapter, the remaining 3.5k or so words, is watching Amy bleed out to drive the point home. It is Panacea's death monologue. It is beautiful and tragic and amazing.

All that said, since she is losing anyway, is it bad for me to want more of Bonesaw's notes? SHE HAS LORE! GIVE IT TO ME!

Dad at least seems pretty good. He made the perfect response after getting healed. Unfortunately she was already gone.

AND THERE IT IS. THERE IS THE THAT FINAL STEP. Fucking rewire your adopted sisters mind to have romantic feelings for you. No you don't get to say it was an accident! You chose to do it. Holy shit Amy. You are going to be an amazing (terrifying) villain.

Callback to Burnscar and blaming her power for her actions.

If Worm was a Disney movie Amy would end up with the best song, 100%. Hellfire or similar levels.

[deeptrashwitch]

A Hidden True Heart

Aleks -> @alypink OC

Vasili/Bell -> @welldonekhushi OC

Koa -> @islandtarochips OC

Charles Moore was looking at the figure on his living room, letting the smoke fill the space between them for a second, then he just sighed. He took off his glasses and cleaned them while he tried to think about what to say, then looked at the person again.

"What are you doing here, girl?" he asked while he frowned "where's Bell? Usually he's the only one that comes to bother me"

"Adler and Park sent me, and about Bell, well, he had things to do" Aleksandra answered with a sigh "I came for the information Hudson and Adler asked for"

"Yeah, I know, I know. Do they need me to go and explain it?"

"No"

"Finally I can have some peace while you lead with those idiots" he muttered as he started to look for his notebooks "there are many things about soviet security systems that they don't know. Some of them are understimated by people like Adler, and trust me, there are many differences between the government systems and the other faction systems. The base is similar to the KGB, but I have to say, whoever planned the rest...is some kind of genius, the codification is based on a different pattern"

"Wow, how did you-?"

"I don't ask about Adler's way to do things, don't ask about mine"

"Fair, what about the Stasi's organization?"

"Very similar to what the KGB is, but without the stealth or the working ethic" he said with a shitty smile, that soon dissapeared "I met someone not so long ago, and thanks to that man, I have something that might interest you to eavde some places"

Charles showed her a page of his notebook, where some names were written, with just an abbreviation on the side. And that made Aleks look at Charles, surprised for the intel he had.

"This one and this other are on some kind of crisis, they don't consider the URSS as their place to be and are questioning all their believes" he said, pointing to some names "I'd tell that old bum to go and have a word with them. Do it before the reds get them"

"I...see" she said, reading the notes on the side "pragmatic? Like you? Will they work with us?"

"Offer them a good deal or find one of these that believes on the capitalist system and the liberal democracy"

"We will, thank you, Charles"

Before they could say anything else, the lights flicker and the constant line that Aleks had with the safehouse failed, and that put them both alert. The woman threw him the notebooks again, pointing at his bag, and Charles packed anything with sensible information in a matter of seconds. Once the last document was into the bag, Aleks made him run away down the aisle as she took out a gun, going right after him.

"I need to take you to the safehouse, now" she said with her jaw clenched

"Take the intel and go, they won't do-" he tried to say, just to be interrupted by Aleks

"Don't be so naive, Charles, it doesn't fits you. They'll do anything to know whatever they can about us and what information you have"

In minutes they were outside as the rain drenched them, but they continued running while they heard how the people started to notice they weren't there. A little detonation, softer than it usually was, called their attention just at the same time that a bullet hit the metal door near them. Aleks cursed while she shot back, trying to comunicate with the safehouse ot with anyone, but without use.

The sounds of bullets against different surfaces filled Charles' ears, but he continued as he heard Aleks more serious than ever, almost screaming orders to him. For a second he felt offended, but that feeling soon was replaced by the need to survive, and when they arrived to a huge neighborhood filled with old basements. While she tried to open any door, Charles hugged the bag to protect it from the rain, feeling paranoia and fear.

He noticed an unlocked door by pure luck, and when he was about to tell Aleks about it, a shot hit her leg as she screamed in pain. For a second he stood up frozen, but then he gave her the bag and started to drag her as fast as he could to that open door, watching with disgust the dirty basement. Once he left Aleks againt a table, he closed the door, locked it and use anything he could find as a barricade. Then he felt his heart beating so quickly that he thought of a heart attack, and the adrenaline ended, leaving him once again as weak as he was.

"Fuck, there's another entrance, isn't it? Shit" he whispered before running to check on Aleks

"Charles..."

"Shut up, alright? Shut the fuck up, that's exactly why I didn't wanted Adler to send you here, you're too careless" he hissed, using his belt to make a tourniquet while his hands were getting covered in blood "now I have to find a way to take you out of here"

"Maybe we can contact with the saf-"

"How?! Somehow they damaged the line you had!"

"Just let me look for something-"

"Don't you dare move! You're gonna bleed out at this rate!"

As he said that, he stood up frustrated, passing a hand over his now soaked hair. Soon he started to look around to find anything that could help them, which was an old radio, probably their only hope. When he looked it closely, he sighed as he noticed that was a model that the Stasi and almost everyone had pinched, but at the same time they had no other option.

"How do I use it?" Charles asked in a growl

"Are you sure...?"

"Yes, now tell me!"

Aleks told him the instructions, and Charles followed them with his hands shaking, finally finding a good conection. Then he started to look for a line they could use, one that he heard Bell say once, muttering the numbers for himself.

"Bell, please tell me you copy" he said through the radio

"..."

"Answer damnit!" Charles screeched in despair

"Moore? What's going on?" Bell/Vasili asked, answering the line "how do you-?"

"We fucking need help! The Stasi found us!"

"What?!"

"The girl is shot and I don't know how much it'll last!"

"...Where are you?"

"Like two or three blocks away from my assignated aparment"

"Ahh blyat" Bell hissed, before getting serious "give me ten, I'll be there"

The line was cut, and after that, Charles used anything he could find as a weapon, shaking as a leaf. He was so scared, knowing that he didn't have any opportunity to defend himself, but maybe...maybe he could win time for Aleks. For a second he looked the wounded woman, trying to control his broken breath, then hearing how the principal door of the building opened.

Charles lifted up the steel bar as the basement door opened, cursing as some officers entered as they screamed in german. He tried to use the bar to defend himself, but the Stasi took it from his hands and started to beat him up while roaring questions, and Charles covered his head as an instinct. For a second the world became blurry because of the pain, but a shot made the beating stop and blindly he ran to cover Aleks with his own body, unable to see correctly without his glasses.

"Calm down, Charles" Vasili/Bell told him, walking towards him "I'm not gonna ruin your face even more"

"Bell? You little-" he hissed before smiling tiredly "first time I'm glad to see you"

"Yeah, how do you feel?"

"Help the girl first, I'm not that weak" Charles muttered, moving aside "the Stasi got her worst"

"...If you say so. Also, that wasn't the Stasi, they were Perseus' soldiers"

"Ahh fuck"

"So it was true" Koa said as he entered, making Charles sigh "you were attacked. I thought you'd leave Aleks"

"Listen asshole, I can be a prick, but I won't play with lives that are my responsability" Charles hissed "I'm not Adler"

"...I know, but that doesn't take down the fact that you're a son of a bitch" the Captain said, giving him his glasses "here, get them, mole"

"Fuck off, jackass"

Back in the safehouse, Charles hissed as Mason reluctanly helped him with his arm, and he walked outside with his jacket over his shoulders when he finished. He frowned towards Adler, who just looked at him in silence, all while Aleks was being treated. Charles went to talk with him, furious while he tried not to move his injured arm, squaring up ready to fight him even if he was in absolutely disadvantage.

"Don't you fucking send that girl to me again" he growled, looking the agent in the eyes "I won't lead with her again"

"We'll see" Adler said, indiferently

Charles mumbled something in the middle of his rage, but walked away to where Koa was. The Captain looked at him, then scoffed before looming outside again, while Vasili/Bell was near...now less keen to talk, just staring at Adler. And soon the professor looked at him, nodding as a thanks, then leaning against the wall.

"So your arm is broken now, huh?" Koa murmured without looking at him

"Not quite, just hurt" he answered with a sigh "...thanks for the help, Nakiu"

"I was near and Bell found me, I just went for Aleks"

"I'm aware, but still. Also, I wanted to ask you for something"

"What...is it?"

"Can you help me to train? I prefer not to be beaten to the pulp again"

"Right, because of you..." Koa murmured, not believing that last part "I guess I can look for a way to help, but I won't have mercy with you, prick"

"I know"

"Hmm, and what are you gonna do about the information? Bell got the bag before"

Vasili/Bell nodded, giving him the notebook, raising an eyebrow in a silent question. When the man looked at Adler again, they followed his look and Charles only sighed, leaving the notebook over a table and then writing the couple of names he told Aleks before. He gave him the piece of paper with a dead stare, to which Vasili/Bell just smiled in silence before taking the paper and go to give it to Adler and Park.

"Why not the whole thing?" Koa whispered as he took out a cigarette

"And give Adler objectives, information and escentially power in East Berlin? Don't make me laugh" Charles answered, taking his notebook again "I'd be stupid if I did"

Soon Aleks walked towards them, moving with difficulty using the crutches, but smiling quietly. And Koa noticed a bit of regret on Charles' eyes, but he didn't say anything, just staying in silence for a while.

"Hey Charles, thank you for before" she said calmly, smiling slightly

"...Ujum, now go sit somewhere" he murmured, worried and irritated, pinching the his nose bridge "you're hurt and even clumsier now, find somewhere to sit and stop walking around"

"You are an asshole" Aleks muttered with a little smile, hugging him quickly before going to sit near the evidence board "anyway, thanks Charlie!"

"...Pfff, you should see your face" Koa wheezed beside him

"Shut up" Charles growled, irritated

For a second they stayed in silence, just looking how Vasili/Bell helped Aleks to move and sit, surprisingly careful. And when the professor sighed, Koa just raised an eyebrow, smiling softly as he put a hand over Charles' shoulder.

"You feel guilty, don't you?"

"...She shouldn't have been there, neither should've saved me" he answered quietly "maybe if she wasn't there, she wouldn't have been shot and now like this. She got hurt because of me"

"Well, you also defended her down there, even if you were blind as hell. I guess you're fair as well, and that's why you want to learn or at least be fit?"

"Meh, kind of" he answered, also taking out a cigarette

"Will you ever forget it?"

"...No, I'll never forget it nor forgive myself. If I was stronger, then this wouldn't have happened"

"If you say so, Charlie"

"Don't start you too, stupid meathead" Charles growled, then sighed before giving Koa his notebook "I prefer that you have it, use it with Bell however you think is the best"

"...I'll make a war crime, y'know?" he joked, looking at him

"Then leave me out of it, frame Adler now that you're on it" he scoffed as well

"Heh, deal. Have a light?"

"...No" he said while he used his lighter to light his cigarette

"You fucker"

"Get used to it, Nakiu"

[burningupp]

for the celebration could you do stray kids reactions to idol!reader’s comeback changing to a darker concept? thank you!!

i combined these bc they were similar, hope that's ok <3

i loved writing this tbh, it was really fun. i hope you enjoy all of them!

pairing: f!idol!reader x skz

warnings: most of these are a lil suggestive, nothing explicit tho, female reader

wc: 3.8k

Chan

When the two of you first got together, you decided that you would keep comeback concepts as a surprise. While there was no avoiding hearing the songs from somewhere since you trained in the same building, it was a fun game for you to try to figure out what performances would be like. It also helped the two of you talk about things other than work, because honestly, it’s hard to be an idol sometimes; a break where it’s just the two of you, no discussions of fans or the industry, are the best moments you have.

You are generally a very bubbly person; he usually compares your personality to an explosion of color and flowers, and he has yet to talk to someone who disagrees. This is why his jaw drops as soon as he sees you get up on stage for the performance. You’re wearing a black dress, your makeup is pretty dark and defines your features in a way he’s not used to. That said, you look amazing.

The way you move on stage surprises him infinitely more. Gone are the cute bounces you usually perform, replaced with body rolls and slow, sensual movements. He thanks whatever coincidence led to him being backstage during your performance, because he’s certain that he wouldn’t have been able to control his expression even if he tried. He’s just so in love with you, and you’re showing him new things about his favorite person on the planet - how is he supposed to not look at you with all the love in the world?

As soon as you come backstage, he envelops you in the tightest hug he possibly can give you. You giggle at the show of affection, squeezing him right back. He releases you sooner than he would like, because even though there are no cameras around, some staff members have been known to talk.

“Did you like it?” you ask sweetly, and the change from your stage persona back to your usual self is a shock to Chan’s system - a welcome one, though, because you’re the one he loves.

“I absolutely loved it, darling,” he tells you softly, interlacing his fingers with yours. “It was so different! I didn’t know you could act like that.”

“Mm, there are many things you don’t know about me yet,” you tease.

It makes Chan’s heart skip a beat; he can’t wait for the day he finally knows every single thing about you.

Minho

Minho being a music show MC is both a blessing and a curse. He loves meeting people, he loves getting to see so many great performances, and he loves the fact that when your group has a comeback, he sees you more often than ever. Usually, your concepts are so cute and lovely he can’t help but smile, which is fine - he’s supposed to smile for the camera, anyway. The curse only strikes now, when he has to interview you before your performance looking like an absolute vixen.

“Wow, you guys look incredible,” his co-host tells your group, and you all smile and bow at the compliment.

The way you’re smiling is messing with his head, because how in the world is he supposed to connect your usual sweet personality with the way you’re dressed? You look like a maneater, and while he can’t say he’s complaining in general, it’s definitely not easy for him to resist looking like he wants to devour you. Maybe because he does.

“Your concepts are usually very refreshing and innocent,” Minho begins. He has to follow the script, afterall. “This concept of yours is kind of surprising.”

The leader of your group smiles brightly. “Yes, it is a bit of a difference, but we all enjoy it a lot, I think.”

As soon as your boyfriend hears your laugh, he struggles ten times as much to not look at you. He can’t help it, you’re like a magnet to him. He may not be very touchy in public, but if there’s anything that describes him, it’s that he’s completely obsessed with you. The two of you are the only ones who know, but he doesn’t mind that much, and he doesn’t think you do either.

The interview is over, and he’s relieved at first, but then he sees you dance and he doesn’t know how he’s supposed to keep going. You’re a great dancer, you always have been, but he’s never seen you dance like this and it’s absolutely destroying him. Fuel is added to the fire roaring inside him when some loser a guy calls out how much he loves you from the crowd.

Minho needs you to know how much he loves seeing you like that. After the show he tells you with words, but he also shows you with his actions. He can’t bring himself to detach from you for even a second, and his compliments for your dancing are endless. He’s not usually that vocal about it, but he knows this concept has been worrying you for a while, and he will give his girl what she needs; not doing so isn’t an option in his world.

Changbin

Changbin has alarms set on his phone for every single piece of material that will be released as part of your promotions. Needless to say, the first concept photo he sees makes him absolutely lose his mind. He calls you immediately, and prays to whatever higher power who might be listening that you will pick up. His efforts aren’t in vain, it seems, as you pick up on the fourth ring.

“Baby, hi–”

“You cannot  be serious,” he immediately yells in his loud-ass voice. You pull the phone away from you, stretching it as far away as possible to avoid hearing loss. “How the hell am I supposed to survive this comeback?! You could have at least warned a guy, oh my god.”

You listen to him rant for a few minutes, giggling every so often and attempting to get a word in. You fail, obviously. After a while, though, he starts to calm down. He’s breathing heavily, which makes you laugh even more despite your cheeks and sides already hurting from laughing so much.

“Baby,” you start, and he sighs deeply but doesn’t interrupt you again, so you continue. “Hi. I missed you. I hope you’re having a good day. Thank you for the compliments, my love, I’m really glad you enjoyed the image!”

Upon hearing your words, Changbin doesn’t know what to do. He’s still overwhelmed with your concept photos, the dark and sultry look something he won’t soon forget, but then you’re so sweet and lovely it makes his head spin. He just sputters for a second, and you gently remind him to breathe through an airy laugh. He heeds your advice.

“Sweetheart,” he says slowly once he’s composed himself.

“Yes?”

“I love you. I love you so much. Please make time to come see me today? I might even skip the gym, as long as it gives me more time with you.”

The crazy part is that he’s so serious when he says it. Did he skip going to the gym when Jeongin asked him to help him build furniture? No. Did he skip the gym to help Yongbok show his childhood friend around Seoul? No, he joined them late and the two of them got lost. Would he skip going to the gym simply so he could hug you and hide his face in your neck for a few hours? Abso-fucking-lutely.

“Binnie, that’s so sweet,” you coo, and he can imagine your wide, glassy eyes, so thankful to him for offering such a thing. He melts without even seeing it. “I was thinking I could join you though? I know you don’t like missing it.”

And if it takes him another 15 minutes to screw his head on straight because he can’t possibly love you any more than he already does, you don’t mention it; because you’re perfect for him.

Hyunjin

Hyunjin knows that he is being filmed by fans, and that’s most likely the only reason he hasn’t sprinted onto the stage to kiss you senseless yet. Emphasis on yet, because he honestly can’t guarantee that it won’t happen. Chan is keeping an eye on him, though, so he considers himself likely to be stopped before he traumatizes his members and shocks the entire world.

You’re dancing so well, and your voice is so sultry, and your makeup is absolutely perfect. What is a man supposed to do? He can’t look at you too much, he can’t look too impressed or interested, but if he doesn’t do something he’s sure he will explode. Minho, that little shit, is grinning at him and wriggling his eyebrows. He knows this is hard for his younger friend, just as it would be for him if his girlfriend did something like that.

All of the boys are cheering, wowing, and making an absolute spectacle over the performance; after all, it’s very on brand for them to enjoy performances in this way. It also helps mask some of Hyunjin’s fascination, but he’s aware he needs to be careful. Your groups are openly friends, so he can get away with a lot, and he couldn’t be more grateful. He’s so sure there would be dating rumors sooner or later, because damn does he suck at acting unbothered, but he can’t bring himself to care. He’ll cross that bridge when he gets to it.

In the bridge of the song, you are in the center. Hyunjin has never been more captivated than right now, watching you slide slowly onto your knees on the floor, legs spread wide so it looks like you’re straddling an invisible figure beneath you. Just that would have been enough, but the way your voice is so husky and sensual makes him gulp out loud. He spirals further when you send a wink into the audience, and while its target is very ambiguous, he knows it’s for him.

He hears his members gasp and cheer, yelling about how you’re tearing it up, but he barely registers it even though he agrees fully. His ears are ringing, his hands trembling, and he’s actually sweating. What the fuck was happening?!

After the show, both groups meet up to grab dinner together. You decided to keep the makeup on, and Hyunjin doesn’t know whether he should be cursing or thanking you for your decision. You look so beautiful, but he is quite literally unable to function around you when you look like that. The complete dichotomy of your personality to the stage concept puts the nail in the coffin for him.

“Please,” he whispers in your ear as soon as you are a small distance away from the others. “Please let’s leave. Let’s go home.”

“Needy, are we?” you chuckle teasingly, but you don’t disagree. “We can go home. I don’t have the stage outfit though, sorry.” You wink.

Even the thought of your short skirt makes him groan in absolute despair. He’s so fucking lucky to have you.

Jisung

Jisung is live on YouTube when someone in the chat finally mentions your group’s comeback and the music video. He says he hasn’t had time to watch it yet, which obviously prompts every single person watching to spam him, asking him to react to the video live. All according to his plan.

Except maybe it wasn’t a very good plan. He had been avoiding all the spoilers, going so far as refusing to see you for the week leading up to the release date just to not accidentally hear you hum something and ruin the experience for him. The staff sitting behind the camera makes sure to send him a warning look before he starts the video, and he sends them a reassuring one in return.

He shouldn’t have been so overly confident, because wow. You look absolutely lethal, and his mouth waters without his permission. He tries his best to keep his expression at a solid mildly entertained level, but it’s so hard to not explode into cheers and yells - especially whenever you come onto the screen. He keeps his outbursts as minimal as possible, only exclaiming in the first chorus and the bridge. Not too suspicious, considering his usual reactions to performances.

The regret sets in even deeper when the video is over and he realizes that he can’t watch it over and over again. He puts on a brave face and gets through the rest of the livestream, chatting with fans and telling funny anecdotes from the dorms. He doesn’t think anyone suspects anything, and when the staff member tells him he did well after the live ends he decides to not worry about it.

He finally pulls up the video again, and admires it in its entirety once more before going through specifically your parts. The song is sexy, painfully so, and he doesn’t know how to act around you after this. His normally cute, somewhat shy girlfriend is staring into the camera as if she’s going to eat it alive, and it’s doing things to him.

It’s less than half an hour after the live ended when you send him a text, teasing him about his reaction to the video. Others don’t know him that well, but you? You can tell at a single glance that he has no idea how to feel about your appearance in the video. It’s kind of fun to have him be the shy one for once, but you tell yourself you won’t torture him too much.

As soon as your text reaches him, your poor boyfriend is scrambling to call you as fast as he can; he can’t wait to absolutely gush about the video, even though it most likely will consist of incoherent rambling for the most part. It also probably won’t help with how desperate he is to see you, but he can’t bring himself to care right now.

“That was fast,” you chuckle on the other end as soon as you pick up. “You okay?”

“It’s so good!” Jisung yells without an ounce of shame. “I literally- you- I’ve never seen you like this before, and that’s an atrocity. It’s not fair that everyone else gets to see you like that, too!”

You hear the whine in his voice and giggle a little - you make sure your schedule is free so he can come see you later tonight.

Felix

You had hinted to Felix that the comeback was going to be very different to what you and your group usually did, but this? Completely unexpected.

You looked so fierce with your eye makeup dark and heavy, your lips stained a dark red. He almost couldn’t recognize you on stage, but of course he did - you were the love of his life, after all. He absolutely loved the song, he loved getting to see you confidently complete the choreography with a smug smile on your face.

The only problem, really, was the fact that he was watching your comeback from the dorms. He wanted to get his hands on you, crush you in the tightest hug and tell you how fucking amazing you are and how well you’re doing, but he can’t. Stupid schedules. On the upside, since no fans or cameras are around to see him, he’s free to lose his mind as much as he pleases. And boy, is he.

He watches the video fifteen times in a row. Seungmin comes out of his room to check what the hell Felix is even watching, only to laugh mockingly when he spots the poor man’s girlfriend looking like the complete opposite of what she usually does, in a very good way of course. He decides he can’t blame him and just pats him on the shoulder reassuringly. Felix hasn’t closed his mouth since the first time he saw you on the stage.

love of my life: did you watch it?

Fuck, he forgot to text you. He wanted to, he had planned to, but the shock of the performance still hadn’t left him. He gripped his phone tightly, hands shaking and fingers refusing to cooperate as he attempted to reply.

sunshine <3: of course I did! baby that was amazing, oh my god!

He knew you wouldn’t be able to call him right then, too much probably going on backstage for you to be able to have a private conversation, but he wanted to hear your voice so badly. He somehow couldn’t connect you, his sweet and loving girlfriend, with the absolute minx that he just saw on stage. God, how he loved it.

Seungmin

“Hey Min,” you grin at Seungmin as you enter his dorm. He smiles and hugs you tight in greeting. “Did you see the broadcast?”

“I did,” he hums back, letting you go and smiling softly again. “You did amazing.”

“Thank you,” you smile back.

You can’t help but feel a tad bit disappointed, though. Seungmin never really lets on to what he’s feeling, as evidenced by whatever kind of relationship limbo you’re currently in. Do you guys kiss, cuddle, and do more explicit things together? Yes, very often. Has he asked you to be his girlfriend? No. You would do it instead, but you don’t actually know how he feels about you - kissing and all seems to interest him, but he’s never outright told you whether he likes you or not.

You had kind of been hoping that this new, very different concept for your comeback would have somehow flipped a switch. You had never been so heavily made up for a stage, never worn lipstick so dark or clothes so tight and revealing. You had wanted some kind of reaction, at least, but you didn’t even get that. Oh well. At least he had invited you over, so that’s good, you suppose.

“I figured maybe we could watch a movie together? You must be tired,” Seungmin says, breaking you out of your thoughts. “You can even pick.”

You fake gasp, your hands pressing against your chest in reverent surprise. “Me? THE Kim Seungmin will allow me to pick the movie? Why I just-”

He shuts you up with a kiss and you giggle. He smiles, too. Then he pulls you into his room by your hand, and closes the door behind you. You plop onto his bed and sigh, completely exhausted by the day. You expect to feel his weight join you on the bed, but when you don’t you open your eyes and look at the boy frozen by the door of his room.

“What?” you frown, concerned that you did something wrong.

“Uh, nothing,” he mumbles. He’s frozen for a few more seconds, and then he seems to change his mind. “Actually…” He can’t hold it in anymore. Not after that performance. Not when you look like an angel spread out on his bed. His heart hasn’t stopped racing since he saw you perform, and his head is just filled with eternal screaming.

“Yes?”

“Please be my girlfriend?” he finally asks. It’s not until then you pick up on the slight tinge of red on his cheeks, the way his breathing is quicker, and the slight tremble of his hands. “I- I wanted to ask better than this, nicer than this, but I just- the performance-”

You smile at him softly, which further cements your place in his heart, and get up from the bed to stand in front of him. You place a gentle hand against his chest, looking into his eyes before you nod. This was perfect enough for you.

Jeongin

how to stop sweating because someone is attractive

am I having a heart attack

am I in love with my best friend

This isn’t even half of what Jeongin’s been googling for the past fifteen minutes. The last one does make him pause, though; he didn’t even know he felt that way about you. Or maybe he did, and he just didn’t want to admit it to himself. You’re older than him, and somehow it has always felt so wrong to him, like he won’t be enough for you even if he were to try.

That’s why you’re so mean for doing this to him. How dare you just walk on stage in leather pants and a tight top with a plunging neckline, your face made up with the sultriest makeup he thinks he’s ever seen, and just expect him to live with that? For him to live with the knowledge of how sexy you can look? How sexy you could look for him if only he had the balls to finally ask you out?

And let’s not even talk about the new vocal techniques you were trying out. Your husky voice singing the deeper notes absolutely messed with his head. There was also a part in the song with your heavy breathing and he is sure he’s having a heart attack. Suddenly he’s revisiting the list of symptoms of a heart attack.

And then you’re calling him, and he’s yelping out loud as the picture he has on your contact pops up on his screen. The sweet, innocent look that you usually have, barely any makeup on your face and a cute yellow sundress on. Briefly, he feels like he’s dying even more because how in the world are you beautiful no matter what you wear? How do you even do it?

He finally takes a deep breath and answers the phone, trying to sound as normal as he can even when he feels like he’s perpetually short of breath.

“Hey noona,” he answers lightly, and he can see you smile prettily in his mind’s eye. He’s fucked.

“Hi Innie!” you respond happily. “Did you see the music video?”

“I did,” he responds, shutting his eyes tightly to try and block out the image of you in the video. It doesn’t work. It kind of makes it a more prominent image, actually.

“What did you think?” you ask, and your bubbly personality is giving him whiplash.

He spends a second or two trying to compose himself before he starts talking about how much he likes the song, how good you all look (emphasis on all, because he doesn’t think he could handle it if you decided to tease him for finding you beautiful) and your cool new vocal technique that he is trying his hardest not to think about.

“That’s a relief,” you laugh airily, sounding like you actually were worried about his opinion. His chest clenches. “It’s so different, I was worried I wasn’t doing good.”

He wills his heart to stop beating so stupidly fast while he tells you how there’s no need to be concerned about that. He also finally makes up his mind to ask you out some day soon, if for no other reason than maybe finally getting his heart to finally calm down around you.

a/n: i'm so sorry this took me so long, but i hope you all enjoy it nonetheless <3 school will be calming down significantly for me starting end of march, so pls be patient with me until then!

[radnewspaperroom]

Wow, so uh....that new lesson huh?

I have.... thoughts.

Michael is getting a little too...all knowing and omnipresent 👀 I feel like.

Each time, he's spoken to MC without showing himself, and saved them while stuck in the past....but this time he's not...sending them back to their proper time?

Just helping them move?

It's rather strange.

The first time was when Solomon made food and they ate it. They woke up in the past when the boys were angels and we assume it's Michael, speaks to MC in a shinning light, like what happened in 13.

He sends MC back to their time, and tells them the conversations they've had with the boys will stick with them.

But this time...idk seemed different. Maybe it's because of how fresh the war is? But he seemed a lot...more standoffish?

and rather than just, yeeting MC through time and space again--he's just breaking whatever curse is on them so they can move.

Yet he's fully aware of how displaced they are, and that Nightbringer put them there and goes as far as to warn them.

It seems even Barbatos, up until the question of "where did you come from", doesn't realize you're from the future. And his whole ish is time and AUs.

If you choose the future option he cuts you off and makes the assumption your being an ass by referring to the human world as the future as humans see themselves above demons and comments on how it's a typical human answer: arrogant and rude.

I know angels aren't supposed to interfere too much, more to sit back and watch but it makes me wonder: did Michael send them back last time because they were in the Celestial Realm, and he doesn't care as much or isn't as concerned since they're in the Devildom this time?

Also, in his warning he says

And removes the curse of Snow White/Sleeping Beauty from MC.

Is he just curious how things will turn out? Does he not have the power this time to put MC back?

And why is he referring to the Celestial Realm that way? It almost reminds me of Simeon and his disconnect with the CR, speaking about it as if it's not his own decision that would be the call. We know Michael is basically Father's second in command, he's in charge of the CR basically from what we've seen.

Has that changed? Is Father going to be more present in this time? Or is it like the Devildom in the way of, there's a ring of command in the CR and they can over ride Michael if they all agree? Like how it seems the House of Shitlords tried to oppose Diavolo?

Also-- WTF?! Even if he passes everything he may still not be appointed King?!

Not the point of the post but, wtf?!

But yeah, so it seems Michael isn't Nightbringer, but he's aware of NB and what they've done, but isn't interfering too much.

I've had a theory in my head, partly as a joke, that Michael is a blonde, blue eyed Lucifer to be the day to his night (black hair, red eyes) and no one sees the resemblance

But what if Michael is Father in disguise? A way to connect to his creations on another level? He'd still be Omnipresent, powerful etc just in a different skin with his power hidden to pretend to be someone else.

I have no concrete proof to make this a legitimate theory, just a nagging voice in the back of my mind:

1. Michael is in charge, despite everyone fawning over Lucifer when he was an angel.

2. he's so seemingly "all knowing" and powerful.

3. Father has been missing or absent for a long time according to Simeon in the og Obey me (Boogeyman trial)

4. Everyone is terrified of Father, even if their biggest fear isn't of him. (Again, Boogeyman trial. Simeon's and Lucifer's biggest fear was him, when the boys wanted to go with MC to the CR, Lucifer asks if they really think Father would let them in)

5. He was represented in the Boogeyman trial as a bright, particular light, with no physical form. Simeon says "I haven't seen that light in a very long time" or something along those lines. Anytime we'ved talked to "Michael" it's been the same, aside from peeking at his texts.

At any rate, I loved it, loved how it flowed and already marked the calendar for 10-11 more days (should be around the 23rd-24th) so I can pounce when it's released

[seaside-writings]

Hello, again all you wonderfully, wicked people!

As we know black cats are an essential part of the spooky season as well as an essential part of everyday life! So in honor of that, I made a prompt list dedicated to one of my favorite black cats Salem Saberhagen, who in my opinion had some of the most iconic dialogue in TV history!

I hope you all like this prompt list, and I hope it helps you create! And if you do use it, please credit/tag me so I can check out what you've made!

I hope you all stay blessed and safe throughout your day.

Lots of Love & Wishes: Celia 🖤🎃🕸🔮

P.s. I did change some of the dialogue so it would flow easier when it came to writing for different types of characters.

“You’re the only one who understands me,” “Yeah, but it doesn’t mean I care,” - “What are you doing?” “Nothing!” “You’re in a chatroom again pretending to be a woman, aren’t you?” “I like the attention.” - “I have lighted the fuse. Now I just have to wait for the kapowie! Muahahaha!” - “I'm sorry. I didn't want to hurt you; I just wanted to rule you,” - “You’ll be able to look back on all of this and get revenge,” - “Show me the tuna!” - "I never cared for the name Mildred," - “And let’s give a big warm welcome to sadness,” - “Someone’s gonna end up crying. Probably me,” - “Finally, someone whose life is more pathetic than mine!” - “You don't have to order me a pizza, but make it half sausage, half clam,” - “I need a little fresh air and a latte,”

“As long as you drop everything and stay focused on me, I should be fine,” - “Dogs guard. Cats watch and judge,” - “When I’m happy, I eat! When I’m upset, I eat!” - “Hooray, the toast is stuck! Danger, here I come!” - “They left behind. Be strong. Don’t cry,” - “Still want to take over the world?" - "Cheetos should be served at room temperature, you know,” - “Curse my sarcastic nature!” - “If you misbehave for just one instant, I’ll cut you, man,” - “Dear lord, you picked up a guy at the bus station,” - “It's the 90s, no one eats mortals anymore,” - “I’m rich! Rich, I tell you!” It’s only a few hundred dollars,” “I’m well-off! Well-off, I tell you!” - “Let's destroy everything that's dear to him. Let's indoctrinate him into the cathedral of agony,” “I'm going to write him a very stern letter,” “You're a regular Mad Max, aren't you?” - “A tassel! Don’t you toy with me, you saucy minx!” - “Wow, you must feel like a huge loser,” - “Would you be terribly upset if I threw up in one of your shoes?” - “You laugh, you die,” - “I will not be ignored!” - “All I’ve done all day is eat, sleep, and stare off into space. What an awful existence,” “Hey! I don’t dump on your lifestyle," - “Could you either remove the bandages or kill me?” - “Sorry, thirty waffles is my limit,” - “You think a mirrored ceiling would be too much?” - “Why didn’t you stop them!?” “I was busy,” “Doing what!?” “Playing with my scrunchie,” - “We need a plan,” “How about we weep uncontrollably,” - “I urge you to accept me as your ruler!” - “I’ll be having a quiet weekend, curled up with Memoirs Of A Geisha,” - “Delivery. I want a pizza as fast as possible! And don’t forget the crazy bread!” - “And your face is a bit of a trainwreck too,” - “Tell Elton John he can’t start singing now,” - “I wasn’t always the stud muffin I am today,”

“You owe her an apology. Now! “I’m thinking of how to word it,” “Try 'I’m sorry,'” “Somehow, that just doesn’t feel right…” - “I’d rather be locked in the dishwasher again,” - “Does she know who you are?” “Why does everyone think that’s a necessary part of love,” - “I’m the ultimate bad example,” - “Don’t ask me, I was an English major,” - “Hey, leave the sarcasm to the professionals,” - “Get a real job. And some pants,” - “I’m a cat, I’m curious, so kill me,” - “Still want to take over the world?” “Yes! Wait, no! I meant no!” - “I’d be more nervous if I weren’t so good-looking,” - “Hey chicks, what’s the haps?” - “I’m trying to set the world record for grooving,” - “Sometimes I just like to hear myself talk,” - “You know me any excuse to wear taffeta,” - “Oh, right, I forgot. I’m an animal, I have no self-control,” - “Why am I finding it hard to summon sympathy?” - “Wow, I love a woman who can take charge!” - “I’ll be downstairs creating a distraction,” - “I’m trying to concentrate on expanding my intellectual horizons,” - “Wake up, woman! You’re not a princess, you’re a dragon!” - “Her new obsession is doing wonders for my wardrobe!” - “Please hurry! I’ve been in here for over an hour!” “Why didn’t you call us sooner?” “It wasn’t a problem until I ran out of peanut brittle!” - “So it's true. Taste does skip a generation,” - “I want to say something wise and wonderful right now, but I can't think of anything. Except I love you, and I hope the band knows some Ohio Player,” - “BOO!” “You look ridiculous,” “You were terrified, and you know it,” - “Halloween. Is it just another date on the calendar, or is a state of mind, or is a state of… being?”

[gcldfanged]

Meet the Writer

ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘɪᴄᴋ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ(ꜱ) ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ?

(CANON MUSES) -

Genesis: I actually HATED Genesis initially in the og CC game. I thought he was a lame addition and just like… idk, they wanted Gackt in the game so they made his presence plot relevant? OOOUGH, I was so mad… But then I saw how the rpc and fandom treats him, which is honestly even WORSE SOMEHOW??? So I decided to try writing him seriously and what do you know, I actually kinda like it.

Verdot: I literally have to make the content I wanna see in this rpc, such is my burden. my curse...

(OCs) - I wanted to write about the themes I have on my pinned and honestly, there were so many Tseng rpers who I am friends and mutuals with that knock it out of the fucking ballpark- I just didn't feel like I'd have ANYTHING new or good to contribute to the exploration of his character? So I made an OC :P And he's really changed so much! I remember when I was still making my own art for him and he wasn't QUITE like there the way I wanted him to be, but I didn't have anything better to employ as a faceclaim or reference to draw from. And then Cas was like "btw here's a manga about your HYPERFIXATION" and Kokonoi's general appearance and vibe was a great starting point to go off of instead.

Anyway, There's always things I had planned for Jae in the works or on the backburner, but he has really evolved over the span of years I've been writing him, so I really appreciate every person who took the time to check him out and build something with him.

ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ?

You know, I have been becoming more lenient with allowing myself to write certain things. I always end up being afraid of how people will react to certain themes I explore because... let's be real, a lot of people are pretty intolerant to opinions that are different than theirs. So long as whatever I and/or my partner explore is handled with the care and respect it deserves, I don't really see an issue with much anymore. Hell, I was terrified to post that one drabble fleshing out Jae meeting Veld for the first time because I was afraid people would see Jae's reaction to killing someone as somehow 'excusing abuse' because he wasn't dancing on the guy's corpse and actually showed remorse for what he did. It's fears of what I write about being misconstrued like that that really makes me hesitant to even talk about certain ideas with partners. But I'm getting over that, little by little and step by step.

ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ?

I actually love writing (as you can tell) introspective pieces. Something where you're really getting inside the character's head for a moment to see past all of their walls and facades, or sometimes you're still seeing what they tell THEMSELVES is the real undiluted truth, but isn't. I just love that kinda stream of consciousness really dig deep into the VOICE of a character exploration. Makes me feel lots of emotions.

ʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ?

Usually I'll be doing something else like watching a piece of media or listening to a podcast and start to think "Ooh, my muse would love this" or "this makes me think of xyz muse wow", and it just kind of expands organically from there.

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ɪɴ ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏʀ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄ?

Music helps get me inspired initially, especially since I make spotify playlists for all my muses (and ships :P), so generally I'm cool with music, but usually I zone in too much on my own writing to pay attention. It's like my sense of hearing turns off.

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇᴘʟɪᴇꜱ ᴏʀ ᴡɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ?

Both- There's always a general sort of... idea or outcome that me and my partner would LIKE to shoot for? And sometimes we just don't get there, because it really depends on what the characters do/say and how it's taken by the other muse.

For example, I was roleplaying a thread with @steeleidolon's Kunsel where he and Jae are trying to broker a deal and Kunsel ends up saying something to the effect of "your people" and he means the Turks. Jae, on the other hand, hears 'your people' and assumes Kunsel was bringing up his race and the perception of fellow people from Wutai or Hanuel being unfairly insular. So, it kinda went to shit, LOL.

It's little things like that that can color your muse's reaction to sometimes very different degrees than what you plan for!

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ꜱʜɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ?

I like complicated dynamics and no, I will never shut up about them. Ships for me don't even have to strictly be romantic or sexual in nature, so like- I have some interactions I'm still feeling out with @saishuu-heiki that are platonic but leaning in a distinctly enemy/frenemy/challenges other person kind of vibe? And I think it's great! They don't HAVE to be like "we're friends, we're lovers, or we hate each other'- Like, limiting all your interactions to one of those three options gets really boring for me...

ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʟɪᴀꜱ/ɴᴀᴍᴇ?

King_Kkeungi is my mangaka pseudonym for the Silent Manga Audition that I tried submitting to last year. People have called me just "King" (if they didn't know how to pronounce Korean) or "Kkeungi" before, so I tend to go by these handles now.

ᴀɢᴇ?

30s, I'm like Dagon: ancient and evil, spoken about in hushed whispers that the zealots who follow my dark lore worship-

ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ?

May 10th

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ(ꜱ)?

Blue-greens like teal and turquoise, soft pastel mint, and pinky-purples

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴏɴɢ(ꜱ)?

Currently? PRIMADONNA by Kedarui! It's a sequel to their other song, Femme Fatale and has amazing lore and characters. It's just got fascinating kinda themes and imagery when you watch them back to back.

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ?

The 2nd DUNE movie, holy crap, I was blown away!

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜱʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ?

Hell's Paradise, which I am still TRYING to finish.

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜱᴏɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ?

Philip by millenium parade, my new go-to Jae song

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜰᴏᴏᴅ?

Thai or Vietnamese food *drools*

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ?

Summer... I just love the heat and the sun and the iconic imagery/sounds/themes like eating watermelon and wearing floppy plastic sandals, melting ice cream, hearing the chime of our furin while sitting outside on the porch of the house.

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ?

I talk to regularly (like near every day): @ceaselxss, @annjiru, @phoenixshards, @sadistpet, @nightiingaled. Like talking with a lot: @speedchasing, @ofdeference, @hisnewera, @cwarscars, @contemptim, @steeleidolon, @altrxisme, @hxbiris & @hxvemxnd

The people who have known me the LONGEST are mostly discord only rpers now, but Tricky, HD, Kit, and Vixen I consider to be extremely close to me since we've been friends for... like over or around 6+ years and are still ongoing buddies who have met face to face before.

Then there's my ex-fiancee, but he doesn't do tumblr rp anymore.

This list also doesn't even cover ppl I write with/ooc interacted with over a long period of time like @ivory-paragon, @poeticphoenix, @reapersxfolly, @endweapon, @chthonicsurge, or @dcviltriggcr, so- I like reaching out to people and developing bonds! We don't even have to be on discord capslocking at each other, it's really cool when you can come back to an RPC and still have that connection without any awkward small talk?

[silver138]

Perfectly Flawed - Chapter 23

word count - 1.9k warnings - one curse word Summary: Lina, Penelope, and Spencer uncover some things…

As Gideon and Elle head towards Hotch to fill him in on what we've learned, I rush back to the room Penny and I are in, eager to see what other information can be uncovered. I'm walking in and about to start searching for answers to the latest questions we have when I nearly run into Spencer, who says, "Lina! You're back! Hey, Garcia, she's right here!"

Entering the room, with Spencer right behind me, Penny spins in her chair to face me and says, "Ah! There's my right-hand woman. Lina, what did you find out while you were out?"

"Uh, h-hang on, Pen...Spence, did you want to read this real quick? I think I took some decent notes..." I say, handing him my notepad as I quickly start looking up any info I can find on these five people, starting with Roxanne Waters.

"Y-yeah...wow, these are pretty thorough..." I hear him mumble as I start pulling up what Ms. Waters has been up to since high school.

As Spencer brings Penny up to speed, I find that Roxanne's been bouncing from one thing to another, first with different majors in different colleges, never finishing more than a semester in any one program, to different jobs within the same company.

"How has she been able to stay with the same company, yet gone through so many different jobs?" I muse to myself, nodding when I see her father owns the company. "Hmm, makes sense..." I say, sighing.

"Uh, here's your notepad, Lina," Spencer says, setting it on my desk and pulling up a chair as Penny wheels over to see what I've come up with.

"Ah, checking out the resident Mean Girl, Class of '96?" Penny says, looking over at my screen.

I nod and hum in acknowledgment. "Mmm-hmm. Seems like she was kinda...flitting from one thing to another, never committing, until...I don't know, maybe her parents got fed up and just gave her a job? See? That's her dad's modeling company," pointing at her workplace files. "But she's still going from one thing to another, an assistant to everyone from the CEO to the various managers..."

I bite my lip, and Penny asks, "What were the jobs of the first two victims?"

As I pull it up on my screen, Spencer quickly reads, "Ashley Naldi is a journalist, and Jennifer Wilcox is a fashion designer."

"Looks like Ms. Naldi works at Vogue, and Ms. Wilcox just had some of her work featured in the October issue," I say, scrolling through the information, stopping when I see something that could be damning.

"Says here the models were from the Waters' agency, it's possible Ms. Waters was there during that shoot..." I say, cross-referencing between different windows, trying to see if any of the dates line up.

"Found something! October 11th through 15th, some receipts indicating Ms. Waters stayed at a hotel in the same city where the photo shoot was taking place!" Penny says, turning from her computer to look at us.

I hum and say, "Yeah, but the shoot was for 2 weeks, she left after one? Did different models come in?" I continue scrolling through receipts and plane tickets, following the trail. "No, it's looking like she was the only one to leave, and someone else from the company came in to finish the shoot in her place..." I reveal.

"Do you think something happened to make her leave or need to be replaced?" Spencer asks, looking over from my screen to Penelope's.

"Not sure, but that's something else to add to the list of questions..." Penny says, tapping on her keyboard. 

"Do we know what hotel Ms. Waters is in while she's here?" Spencer asks, and I quickly pull it up.

"Yup, seems she's staying at the same place the reunion's being held, the Ritz-Carlton," I tell him, starting to check on where Sabrina Sadler and Lucas Davies are lodging as well.

"You checking the areas for the profile there, Reid?" Penny asks, turning in her chair to look at him.

He hums and starts, "Mmm-hmm. Hey, Lina, where are Sabrina Sadler and Lucas-"

  "-Davies staying? Already got it. Ms. Sadler is at The Georgetown House, and Mr. Davies is at the Sonder Georgetown C&O." I cut in, getting a smile from him when I turn to face him. I blush and shrug, saying, "I...kinda figured it'd be prudent to look up where they were staying too, just in case."

He continues grinning at me for a moment, then goes back to the map he has spread out on a spare table, marking all the relevant spots. His mouth bunches up to one side, deep in thought.

"What are you thinkin', Doc?" I ask him, turning around in my chair to face him.

"The crime scenes aren't that far from each other, so the unsub is probably somewhere in the 1 to 5-mile radius. It's more likely they're closer rather than farther away..." he says, tracing over the map with his fingertips and frowning slightly.

"That's good, right? Less area to cover to find the unsub?" I ask.

"In theory, yes. But this part of the city is so densely packed with people, it'll be near-impossible to keep people away to properly comb the area to find him..." he says.

"But, they're still gonna send people to patrol it, right?" I ask, standing up to look over at the map.

"Well, probably for at least a little while, if only as a precaution so there aren't any more attacks," Spencer says, sighing and sitting down in a nearby chair.

Penny looks over at us and says, "Hey, why don't you two go get some coffee, maybe grab something from the vending machine, and I'll tell Hotch and the others what we've found,"

I look over at Spencer, then back at Penny, and ask, "Um, are you sure? Shou-shouldn't we stay here, try to find anything else?"

She gives me a smile that's more of a grimace and says, "Well, for the time being, we're kind of...on pause. Until something happens, or someone decides to offer any more information, we're kind of on standby."

Spencer looks over at me and shrugs, then turns to Penny and says, "Alright. We'll be back. Thanks, Garcia."

Smile growing wider and more playful, she says, "Well, if you really want to thank me, you can grab me a pack of Skittles from the vending machine," and hands him some change for the machine.

I grin and grab some money as well, and say, "Yeah, that's doable. Be back in a bit, Pen."

  Following Spencer out of the room, we make a stop to grab some coffee, then head to the vending machine. Spencer gets Penny her Skittles, and I spot a pack of Twix and swiftly punch in the code for it. After I retrieve and open it, I ask, "Hey Doc, want one?" holding the package out in offering.

He gives me a small smile as he deftly snags one of the bars, giving me a quiet, "Thank you," as we head back.

  I grin and say, "No problem, Doc." taking a bite from my bar.

After we head back to Penny, Spencer hands her the Skittles, which she gleefully takes, ripping the bag open. "Have I ever told you that you're my favorite doctor, Reid?" I give Penny an amused look, raising my eyebrows. She gasps and says, "Ohmigosh, that's right! There are two of you now! Sorry, Lina!"

"It's ok, Penny. Just means I gotta work harder," I say with a small laugh.

"Well, far be it from me to try to deter you from that..." Penny says, grinning.

Hotch then comes in, giving a quick, hard rap on the door, and says, "Reid, Garcia," He takes a small pause, then adds, "Aschebrooke. You all can head home, but safe to say we'll be coming back in tomorrow. Rest up, we're going to need to bring our A-game to find this unsub before he does more damage."

"Will do, Sir," Penny says, as she starts putting the computers on standby for the night.

Grabbing my purse again, I help Penny with the computers, as Spencer leaves the room with Hotch. After everything is set for the night, Penny and I make our way to the elevators, and on the way there, I see Hotch talking to Spencer, a hand on his shoulder. Spencer nods and gives him a tight smile, then walks towards the elevators, satchel slung across his body.

We take the elevator down and, waving to Penny as we leave, Spencer and I start walking to the station. As we walk I ask him, "You ok, Doc?"

"What do you mean?" he responds, hands in his pockets. 

"Dunno, guess I'm just...checking in? I don't know about you, but I'm going to try my best to get those crime scenes out of my head so I can sleep tonight." I say quietly.

His demeanor softens, and he takes his hands out of his pockets and runs a hand through his hair. "Yeah, it's...quite a lot at first. Sorry to say it, but you tend to get used to it after a while."

"Well, I know I'm new to this, but, if you need to talk about anything, or just...need to get your mind on lighter topics, you can text or call me," I tell him, smiling gently at him.

A small smile emerges on his face, and he says, "Thank you but, shouldn't I be saying that to you?"

I shrug and say, "I suppose, but that's...just...kind of what I do," 

"On a different note, you're going to be able to sleep in your own bed tonight instead of in a hotel, so that's gotta be a nice change, right, Doc?" I say, which causes Spencer to give a small chuckle.

"Yeah, that is going to be nice, I've got to admit!" he says, grinning.

Reaching the station, we go to sit on the bench to wait, but the Metro pulls up, and instead, we board and sit down. Letting out a small breath, I gently rub at my temples and stretch my neck to loosen my muscles, then turn to look at Spencer.

"So, your usual tomorrow?" he asks me. I nod and go to tell him he doesn't have to, but he stops me and says, "I've gone a week without a coffee buddy, I'll gladly get yours, too. And some decent coffee, at that."

I flash him a smile and say, "Thanks, Doc. No one else would drink coffee with you?"

He sighs, shaking his head and saying, "Not really. Not after the first cup, at least."

I snort and say, "Ah, well, there is that..."

Riding in silence, I see my stop coming up, and, signaling for the Metro to halt, I give Spencer a small wave and tell him, "I'll see you tomorrow, Doc."

"I'll see you tomorrow, Lina," he says, returning the wave with a small smile as I head off the vehicle and start on my way home.

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It is WIP Wednesday, which I only celebrate when I have a wip to share (which is to say: infrequently).

Turns out having a secondary fic to fiddle with helps me work on the main one more. This time the secondary is an old TES wip called Dear Brother. I've shared pieces before but it's largely unpublished since it was during my "I can't let anyone know I'm cringe!!!" 2016 phase. It has like ten chapters sitting in a file gathering dust, but I've been editing it bit by bit and injecting a new framing device. Here's some drafting of a scene stitching together the middle chapters.

Raelius shrieks as a weight descends upon him in a flurry of shadows. Before he even has a chance to react, he’s hit the floor while someone's hand wraps tightly around his throat. An ugly knife glints in the light of his still-flickering torch spell. To his horror, the face of a corpse melts out of inky blackness and hovers menacingly above. A thick, tangled curtain of blood red hair obscures its features, but the dim light reveals its most important detail - fangs like those of a slavering wolf, bared in a frozen lunge for a second that feels more like a lifetime.

Yet in that same second, Raelius notices something else. Beneath that lethal maw, its neck beholds a jagged, twisted scar. The flesh there is lumpy and gnarled from its body's desperate attempts to knit a mortal wound back together long after surrender should have come. Recognition hits him in a surge that overrides all panic. "You're the Silencer!" he gasps. The corpse stills. Its jaws close slightly, its hand loosens. Shadows dance across the sharp ridges of its face where bone stretches its skin taut. Then, its eyebrows furrow in what could only be described as a dumbfounded expression. A wheezing puff of air hisses through its throat. "Hhh?" it questions. Its breath hits Raelius as a rotten cloud, and he dearly wishes for the vampire to close its mouth. "Th-the writer! Of the journal! I have your journal!" he explains quickly. "Please let go, and I can show you!" The vampire none-too-gently yanks Raelius to his feet by a fistful of tunic. In the quiet that follows, its reddish-pink eyes scan his face in meticulous examination. At least, Raelius thinks they're scanning his face, since any difference between sclera, iris, and pupil is just a progressive deepening of red. An unsettling gaze that would remind him of Dunmeri eyes, were they not so empty. Regardless, he takes the chance to give the same once-over to his mystery author. It - or maybe “he”? - is indeed as short as admitted in the journal. He's of Bosmeri heritage, the woodland elves who are much smaller than their eastern and western merrish cousins. Silencer stands nearly a foot shorter than the Redguard mage, but his presence intimidates all the same. If memory serves, contemporary medical texts describe vampirism as bestowing supernatural strength along with its various curses. And given that he just lifted Raelius one-handed, it wouldn't be a stretch to imagine him capable of much more concerning feats. Silencer could likely snap the intruding man in two should he choose. Raelius gives a nervous laugh at this realization and wets his lips. “You didn't write about the vampirism! I was wondering how you might have escaped that dreadful business in your last entry,” he offers lightly. “Well, perhaps you just didn't get to that part, seeing as I have your book and all. But wow - this is incredible, really, I was only looking for more pages here, I didn't expect to find you alive! Er, well, mostly alive, aha…” The joke doesn't seem to break any ice, since Silencer merely stares with wide, unblinking eyes. Typical response to icebreakers at Raelius' academic conferences, anyhow. “I suppose your title describes you well, Silencer!” Another nervous laugh, a clearing of the throat. “Perhaps I should introduce myself and tell you why I’m here. My name is Raelius Moorwing, and I’m a graduate student at the Arcane University ...” Silencer sticks a hand out with his palm up. Raelius goes in for the expected handshake, but the vampire smacks his advance away in annoyance. He repeats the original gesture, this time curling and uncurling fingers insistently, as though to demand ‘give me’. “Ah, right! Your book, yes, I’m sure you’re keen to see it, just a moment.”

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

Different Jervises : he finds a song that he liked when he was younger on the phone and plays it with lyrics trying to sing. While doing it he slowly realizes "Wait… this is sex song."

"This is a sex song?" Hatter Party Ask

I hear you and I'm going to raise you specific sex songs for each Hatter. Fun fact: one of these I actually didn't realize it was a sex song until I was well into adulthood. You can have fun guessing which one.

TW: explicit lyrics, Suggestive

BTAS

"Afternoon Delight" By Starland Vocal Band

This Jervis is one for the classics. 60's and 70's songs really hit that sweet spot for him because it's things he remembers well from canonical childhood years.

"Thinkin' of you's workin' up my appetite

Looking forward to a little afternoon delight

Rubbin' sticks and stones together makes the sparks ingite

And the thought of lovin' you is getting so exciting"

This song is pleasant, it's something that played a lot and it's not overtly sexual. Just subtle and veiled enough that if you don't pay attention, it can be easy to miss. You can rather just put it on and sing along.

Which is exactly what Jervis was doing while he was sewing. You see, his darling f/o taught him how to use Spotify (I know the time frame is loopy, just go with it), and now he has a lot of his favorites ready to play whenever he wants! You would think it would be simple for him given his work but applications are not his strong suit.

Afternoon Delight comes on and he sings. It's around halfway through the song that he's mouthing the words and has the epiphany.

"Oh." A slight blush. It's still a fantastic song, he's just a little flustered now as he's rediscovering it in a new light.

He might need to show this to his f/o... It's giving him ideas :)

Arkham

"Come on Eileen" By Dexy Midnight Runners

This song is one filled with joy and bouncy vibes. It's a song to dance to! It's genuinely difficult to hear it and not feel a little happy/pumped up... So of course it's one he's exceptionally fond of.

"Come on, Eileen

Oh, I swear (what he means)

Ah, come on, let's

Take off everything

That pretty red dress

Eileen (tell him yes)"

Between the accents and the fast beat, it's easy to miss the words. Plus it's not graphic at all- More about seeing someone you haven't in a while and realizing oh wow they're... very hot now. Having dirty thoughts about them...

It suits his coy nature in a way, actually. Yet he has no idea of this until it's playing on the radio. Someone in the room mentions the song being about sex. At first he pays no mind. He has other things to focus on!

Yet, as with most random tangents he comes back to, it lingers as an itching thought in his brain. Several days later he'll find himself looking it up to satisfy his own curiosity. Really, he probably bothers someone else to look it up, but the result is the same.

He's got this goofy sort of delight singing it after that, thinking about his Eileen "Alice" being sung to.

Gotham

"lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off" By Panic! At the Disco

In my opinion, the idea of Gotham Jervis Tetch being a little emo youngster just tickles me. No, it's not based on anything in particular other than that. Emo pop bands like Panic! At the Disco were a staple.

"I've got more wit, a better kiss

A hotter touch, a better fuck

Than any boy you'll ever meet

Sweetie, you had me

Girl, I was it, look past the sweat

A better love deserving of

Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat"

It's one of those songs that when you're young it's cheeky because there's CURSING and you kind of vaguely know what it's about but you know you're not really listening to the words as much as the music. Or you weren't paying much attention and thought to it.

Picture Jervis putting the song on, sort of half singing while he's doing something- He pauses. Wait. It all sort of hits him at once- The song, what it means, how obvious it is and him not realizing until just this now.

No one else can know about this. Certain parties (Jerome, Edward) would never let him live this down.

It strikes him as particularly crass now as an adult but of course that's the sort of thing he wanted to listen to as a teen. He had things he needed to be angsty about! And this was it!

[misc-magic]

JJK vol 8: in which we go back to the past!

Though first we have Itadori recognizing the girl from his school even though she looked completely different 😭 what a good kid

But then we're hit with the Gojo and Geto backstory. This beginning part is all well and good.

I was like I'm not gonna include the epic entrance that's silly but then I saw Geto's and I was like... okay.

We got Mr Annoying on one side and Mr Cool As Fuck on the other side. Like how am I supposed to deal with these two fools huh? It's bad enough having Gojo in the current time with Itadori & co while Geto only shows up occasionally to be a villain. But when they're like this? Going around and working together but still having that tension and omg it's no wonder I freakin' ship these two.

SEE. And then there's THIS iconic moment! I swear I've seen the anime gifs of this part so many times but of course because LOOK AT THEM. And it's so interesting to read the manga now because it just kinda locks in the story for me, you know? Just before this, Geto is telling Gojo that jujutsu sorcerers exist to protect non-jujutsu users. And you know what happens later, but it's still so interesting for him to say that.

I just really like the way these characters grow. It isn't just fighting because it's cool (though there is some of that), they all have really fascinating character arcs to go along with their phenomenal cosmic powers. Don't get me wrong, Gege Akutami is an absolute plague but he's a good writer.

Three panels I particularly enjoyed. I love Riko. Someone needs to tell Gojo what a simpleton he is. Because look at him taking his glasses off at the request of a gaggle of middle schoolers like c'mon man. He infuriates me, but at least when he's older he's more tolerable. He was way worse in high school. But I'll cut him some slack 'cause most teenagers are terrible in my experience. And then OH yeah Kuroi just clocking that guy in the nuts with a mop. What a badass.

Anyway, a lot happened in this volume and I was loving all of it. It's honestly hard not to take pictures of like every page adlkdfj. I never meant to even start doing that but I was like okay but this part!!! lol.

And of course I'd be remiss if I didn't mention Toji being himself... and then that part at the very end where he's got that sword in Gojo's gut and he's just like it's cool I don't always remember names either. I mean. Damn.

We also had Todo and Mei Mei recommending all the kids to be grade 1 sorcerers and then playing table tennis about it later. I just think it's so funny the way this story has this juxtaposition of like completely bonkers things like curses and epic showdowns right next to totally mundane things like a game of ping pong and seeing a girl from your old school. I don't know how intentional that is, but it feels like a way to illustrate that these characters are still just people... even if they can kick ass and use cursed techniques.

One last thing because this kinda took my breath away:

Just. Wow.

Anyway, okay, you can tell I didn't write this post on my phone because I rambled a lot about story and what not lol!

Volume 9 hopefully sooner rather than later~