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[cosmonautroger]

Morgan Delt, Phase Zero, 2016

[mymelodic-chapel]

Morgan Delt- Phase Zero (Neo-Psychedelia, Psychedelic Pop, Psychedelic Rock) Released: August 26, 2016 [Sub Pop Records] Producer(s): Morgan Delt

[myastrouniverse]

August/2024🌒♋️ Someone help me unfuck these family affairs.

🌒 Λ ♇︎ MY NAME IS KERRI HOSENEY (Ex-SHERAGY). I am so INSULTED by you pathetic fucking APES pretending you are me, or trying ‘merge’ with my body. It’s so incredibly narcissistic disgusting and fucking ridiculous. I can’t fucking believe so MANY idiots, believe these fucktarded fairy tales.

🌒 ☸︎ 🦺 Natasha Hoseney, my brother Cyrus’s ex, was a psychopath and a whore. She has a criminal record. She was arrested for prostitution TWICE. She had a weird friendship with Angie, my inbred whore sister-in-law, again, I suspect Natasha was being ‘pimped’ by that wart hog cunt Angie. It’s my suspicion, and I bet I am correct. My mother for some reason put up a picture of Natasha and my brother Cyrus mentioned her today. That is why I bring up the topic. Again, bitches are fucking crazy and I seem to be their emotional punching bag for some reason. I have only, ever been nice to Natasha but she has always been a secretive hateful cunt.

☿︎ < 🦚 Who are you talking to or through, Mascis? Someone you are talking to or through, is not a smart person. They lack discernment. They think they are right about subjects they have done little to no research on. They never seem to look for things called FACTS and TRUTH, to their obvious demise. I can’t talk to them, because they won’t listen to me. They are too busy mansplaining bullshit they probably heard from a Zionist psycho who is twisting the truth.

♀️ ☍ ♆︎ Scorpio’s are ALL crazy backstabbing whores. It’s because of the existence of Hitlery. I ask astrologers to take a long look at that cunt’s chart. Hitlery was probably born on one on the darkest days in astrological EXISTENCE. Okay? Nearly her ENTIRE NATAL CHART is in SCORPIO. Her entire purpose on this planet was either to uncover dark secrets or create dark secrets. She took the dark side of a very dark path. That makes Hitlery a walking black hole and she may entirely corrupt the sign of Scorpio, if she isn’t fucking executed for HIGH TREASON; among other more disgusting, abominable crimes.

🌒 ☸︎🌞 I deserve justice and JUST compensation for the crimes committed against me.

🌒▪️ ☊ Don’t bully me. I am not a push over.

🌒 ☍ 🌽 Ape bitches, you can’t ride my train to enlightenment, that is an INDIVIDUAL JOURNEY. You pathetic pieces of 💩

Morgan Delt - Some Sunsick Day

Vintage Paperback - Buffy's Cookbook by Jody Cameron

[nightingale101]

So apparently the mood of today is just thinking about Arthur Morgan and what a beautiful tragedy he is.

[stretchmarkedmuscle]

Morgan MacDonald

[haveyouheardthisband]

[a-nick]

Persona 5: The Final Heist

Hey, first post! This little story is just something I've had cooked up - its not my best work, but I figured its a strong start for my tumblr blog. Without further ado, here's Final Heist. A sort of reunion "what if" scenario for the thieves final heist... (stick around if you enjoy Shadow Joker plotlines, hehe).

Chapter 1

REN AMAMIYA - MORGANA

Another day, another failed job interview. Ren Amamiya was used to the rejection by now, but that didn't mean he was ever any less disappointed. He lazily laid on his bed, body sprawled out and face planted in a pillow.

"Another failed interview?" His not-cat companion purred from across the room.

Ren didn't make an effort to remove his face from his pillow. The only thing he offered Morgana was a muffled, "yes."

"Then I'm not sure this will make your day any better." Morgana padded over to Ren. There was something in his mouth that he dropped on the foot of the bed.

Ren lifted his head to see what it was, even more disappointment panged in his chest when he realized what it was. An eviction notice. "I thought I had more time?"

Morgana lept onto the bed, moving over to Ren's side. "It's because your criminal record, I think." He moved in closer to Ren, lying by the boy's side. "I'm sorry, Ren." The fated criminal record. Unfortunately, despite being free of Shido's false accusations, he wasn't free from it. That would be thanks to his time spent as the leader of the Phantom Thieves, but Ren was still glad it wasn't affecting the others.

Ren sighed, he flipped his legs to hang them over the bed, cupping his hands over his face. Feelings of dread and aimlessness pooled into him. All he wanted to do was live a normal life, but life always delt him different cards. He always figured out a way, but these days it had begun to feel hopeless.

"I don't know what to do," Ren croaked out. "I feel like I've tried everything, Morgana."

Morgana felt his own sorrow seeing Ren in such a state. It hurt to see his partner in crime feeling so hopeless. But what hurt even more was that Morgana knew he could do nothing. He just continued to stay at the teen's side, letting him caress him for stress relief.

"Are you gonna go live with your parents?" The feline asked.

"No," Ren fell onto his back, now staring at the ceiling. "It'll just bring them trouble. Having a "delinquent" around I mean, everyone in town is just going to look down on them again."

"Ren..." was all Morgana managed to say. The two sat in a still silence. Ren mulling over ideas in contemplation. Morgan just being by his side. But that was when an idea hit Morgana... "Why not go back to Tokyo for a bit? With Sojiro, rents free! It'll be easier to look for a job, too."

Ren slowly looked at Morgana, a sense of hope twinkling in his eyes. "You may be onto something... But I don't want to be a burden to him either." "C'mon, Ren, it's Sojiro we're talking about! You've done so much for him, I'm sure he wouldn't mind."

"Hmm..." Ren went into a thinking position. His legs were crossed and he scratched his chin. "I guess I can try shooting him a text."

--- Ren was honestly surprised that Sojiro said yes. But the more he thought about it, he really shouldn't have been. All Sojiro had ever been to him was kind. He did have to admit though, he felt a little nervous. It'd been a full year since he'd really seen the other thieves. Not since the EMMA incident.

He was going to originally surprise the other thieves with his arrival, but ended up sending a heads up text on the train ride to Tokyo. Just before he entered LeBlanc, he checked for any replies. Zero. Not a single thief messaged him back. He felt a pang of disappointment, but he shoved it away with the assumption they were just all busy.

Two bags in tow, Ren gave a polite knock to the closed doors of LeBlanc. In the next few heartbeats, the door swung open and Ren got to hear those familiar bells jingle once more. At the door stood Sojiro, "'bout time you showed up."

"Not looking any younger, I see." Ren joked as he stepped in.

"And you're still the same old trouble maker." Sojiro gave a jovial laugh. The two hugged, Sojiro finishing it off by saying, "glad to have you back."

After fully pulling his luggage in, Ren's brow raised at a lack of orange head. "No Futaba?" He asked, curiously tilting his head at the older man.

"Probably asleep, school's been busy for her," Sojiro answered casuaully. It was a relief for Ren to hear she was doing well in school. But he'd be lying to himself if he wasn't bummed that she wasn't around to greet him.

Sojiro passed by Ren and headed for the door. But not before dropping a key in Ren's hand. "You know the drill, lock up once you're done."

Ren nodded, "got it." Sojiro turned to leave, but Ren stopped him. "And Sojiro? Thanks."

"Anytime," and he was gone.

Ren sighed, his slapstick smile from before falling right off his face. He slunk into a nearby booth, sliding all the way down onto his bag. One last ditch attempt to look for replies, Ren lifted his phone. Zilch. Not a single thief replied. Ren sat back up, turning over the key that Sojiro handed him in his hand. "I'm gonna take a walk," he told Morgana, who'd just stepped out of Ren's bag.

"Alone? At this hour?"

Ren heaved himself out of the booth, "don't worry, I'll be fine."

The feline just nods, hoping to give off the impression that he intented on staying. But once Ren left the store he quickly padded after, slinking through the gap before the door fully shut. Morgana was worried for Ren. He just wanted to do was keep an eye on him, make sure he didn't do anything rash.

--- Ren's walk outside was more like a sleep walking daze. Lost in his thoughts, he drifted in and out of the subway. In the end, he somehow made it all the way to Shubuya. Despite the time of the night, the city streets were as busy as always.

Morgana was having a hard time keeping track of Ren. It was like he was following the empty husk of a confused zombie. He has to manage to be discreet as well, making the task all the more difficult. But he managed, he watched from afar as he watched Ren stare off into the distance.

Ren, meanwhile, was taking in the city streets. While taking a large inhale, he closed his eyes. But then... A strange feeling washed over him. But strange in a familiar way. Distortion waved around him as he felt the world wobble.

Upon reopening his eyes, the world was merely a distorted version of what it once was. The sky was blood-red, the streets hazy as faceless shadows roamed about. Ren lifted his now gloved hand to confirm his suspicions. His eyes narrowed, "the Metaverse."

RYUJI SAKAMOTO - ANN TAKAMAKI

You know that feeling where you for some reason just feel... Awkward? Like, you can't figure out why, but you just feel weird. Well that's exactly how Ryuji Sakamoto was feeling as he drowned himself in couch cushions. "Ryuji!" His roommate, Ann, threw a throw pillow directly at his face. "What's up with you now?"

Ryuji made no effort to avoid the blow, letting the pillow hit him square in the face. He only really slumped further into the couch. "It's this whole school thing, man. I'm not sure how much longer I can keep it up."

Ryuji was currently a collage student, one learning the arts of physical education. It was his aim to be one that kids could actually look up to. A teacher that kids could trust. A far cry from the teacher experiences that Ryuji himself faced. But the motivation to learn was... Lackluster, to say the least. Part of him still wished he could have gotten a track scholarship, but those dreams died with his crushed leg.

"I get it," Ann chimed back, slumping into the couch with Ryuji. "Especially with my whole part time model gig, I'm failing so hard."

"Where's Makoto when you need her," Ryuji only continued to whine.

"Probably being the top of her class or something."

“Man, go figure.”

The two blonds were now practically fully sunken into the couch. Ryuji having annoyances of college, Ann the same. Across on the counter both their phones buzzed, but neither noticed. They were too busy regretting their life choices.

The sunk so far into the couch, that it had disappeared below them. Hang on, they were now sitting on hard ground? Ryuji opened his eyes, now seeing a costumed Ann next to him. “Ryuji…” Ann gasped, “you’re wearing your Skull attire!”

Ryuji gawked back at her, “and you’re in your Panther attire?” The building they were in was now empty. Blood red light poured into the room from the window. They both stood up to peak out the window. Sure enough they were in… “The Metaverse,” they both said in unison.

MAKOTO NIJIMA

A young woman opens her apartment door with reluctance. After a long day at school, feelings of drowsiness overtook Makoto Nijima. She reentered the same apartment she’d been living in for the past year or so. She was also currently in the process of balancing her phone on her shoulder, in deep discussion with her sister. "How were classes today?” Sae asked.

“They were fine,” Makoto replied. Sae could hear the exhaustion seeping from her voice.

When she finally stepped inside she could feel a buzz against her shoulder. But she was too busy to really notice it. She just kept the conversation with Sae going as Sae asked, “how’re things between you and everyone else?”

Makoto wasn't sure how to reply. She'd had some contact with the others, mostly Haru, but no one had really hung out since last Summer. "They're fine," Makoto lied.

"Glad to hear it. While, I gotta go, goodnight Makoto.”

“Goodnight, sis.”

Makoto sighed as she plopped into the couch. She felt a bit guilty as she neglected her relationship with the others. But she'd have to tackle those feelings tomorrow, she was far too tired to think right now.

But suddenly, a familiar feeling of distortion washed over her. She was no longer sitting but standing. She opened her eyes, a window present in front of her. Her reflection bounced off it, revealing to Makoto what she was wearing. “The Metaverse,” she whispered to herself.

YUSUKE KITAGAWA – HARU OKUMURA

Yusuke had just waved Haru goodbye, she had invited him on a nice tea date. She didn’t often invite the other thieves, so he had wondered why she invited him. But unaware to him, it was because Haru pitied him and his current food situation. Yusuke was always starving due to… Well, due to the fact that he spent all his money on art supplies. He took the term “starving artist” a little too literally.

But once the two split ways for the night, they closed their eyes. Distortion took them over, “The Metaverse,” they both gasped to themselves.

FUTABA SAKURA – SUMIRE YOSHIZAWA

Futaba layed in bed, a content smile on her face. A third-year in highschool meant she was almost done. The fact that she'd gotten this far surpirsed her, she even managed to make some friends. The person she mostly hung out with though was Sumire, a fellow third-year and honorary Phantom Thief. The two grew close while at school together, Futaba would even go as far as saying Sumire was her best friend.

Of course, there were times where there relationship could feel strained. Mostly due to Sumire's gymnastics, the red head often had to take weeks off of school for competitions. But they always got over their slumps. Sumire had finally and truly earned her status as honor student, so Futaba was only really proud to call Sumire her friend.

Speaking of Sumire, the young red head was standing just outside the Sakura residants. She'd walked Futaba home and was preparing herself to leave. Not before sending Futaba a final "goodnight!" text though. To which Futaba replied "gn!" in return.

Both girls gently closed their eyes, Futaba in slumber and Sumire in joy. But that was when it happened, feelings of distortion and dizziness. Upon opening their eyes, the two realized… “The Metaverse,” they both said.

GORO AKECHI

‘The Metaverse’ were Goro Akechi’s first thoughts when he realized, well, he was in the Metaverse. This world had a strange habit of pulling him back in unceremoniously. But he’d get to the bottom of this. He always did.

SOPHIA

“How long will we stay in Tokyo?” the curious little red robot asked. Sophia’s voice rang from Ichinose’s phone. The heartfelt ai lived there after all. But Ichinose had started making efforts to move Sophia around. Everything was still only experimental, but the idea still excited Sophia. They were in Tokyo to run some experiments and get some supplies for the project.

“We’ll be here for a few days,” Ichinose answered, a pep in her voice.

“Can we visit the Phantom Thieves?” Sophia’s digital interface tilted its head. Sophia’s mannerisms sometimes mimicked that of a cat, probably influenced by Morgana.

“Of course, how can I say no to that cute little face of yours, anyways?” Ichinose was trying, but she leaned to the car seat she had placed Sophia in. She did so to boop the little robot’s digital nose.

Sophia sneezed, her nose twitching a bit after the fact. “Ichinoooseee,” Sophia whined, “I told you not to do that!” The two’s relationship was like that of mother and child. Technically speaking, that’s what they were anyway. Ichinose was Sophia’s inventor after all.

“You’re too cute. But okay, I’ll hold off. For now.” Ichinose returned to her normal sitting position, eyes actually on the road now. “Any thief you wanna see in particular?”

“All of them!” Sophia chirped back, “but I am really excited to see Renren again!” Renren, she’d started calling Ren that after she heard Ryuji say it.

“Oh, was he their suave leader?”

Sophia nodded, “yep!”

Sophia closed her big blue eyes, feelings of excitement washing over her. She just couldn’t wait to see the rest of the Phantom Thieves again! But that was when it happened. Feelings of distortion and waviness moved around here. She could feel herself grow a physical form. Ichinose now gone: Sophia opened her eyes, knowing exactly where she was, “The Metaverse.”

ZENKICHI HASAGAWA

“And you’re sure about this?” Zenkichi Hasagawa spoke into the phone, talking to his only daughter. He was now in Tokyo on police business, but he felt guilty leaving Akane behind. But Akane insisted it was fine. She’d grown so much, and he was so proud of her.

“It’s fine, dad. I’ll be staying at a friend’s house anyways. Plus, things are different now; you don’t need to walk on eggshells around me. I really am proud of my dad and his profession.”

“Akane…” Zenkichi sniffled. After everything with her mom, he was sure she’d never look him in the eye again. And he was also sure that he deserved it. But thanks to those pesky kids, they were able to smooth over their relationship. They were now closer than ever and Zenkichi couldn’t be happier. Speaking of those pesky kids…

“Are you gonna visit those guys that came to the house that one time?” His daughter asked.

“Those guys,” he chuckled at her calling them that. Little did she know that “those guys,” were her idols, the Phantom Thieves. But she was right, he’d definitely have to pay them all a visit. “You know what, I think I will,” he answered.

“Luuucky, you should tell them to come visit again soon!” Distantly, Zenkichi could hear the voice of another teen in the background. He assumed it must have been one of Akane’s school friends. “Well, that’s my cue. Gotta go, dad; good luck in Tokyo!” And she was gone.

Zenkichi could feel his chest swell with pride. He was truly proud of the young woman his daughter was becoming, he was honored to be her father. Letting the euphoria pour over him, Zenkichi closed his eyes for a split second.

That split second changed everything, though. Waves of distortion moved around him, the world wobbled, and he was having a hard time standing on his own two feet. He reopened his eyes to blood red skies, “The Metaverse.”

TOSHIRO KASUKABE – ERINA

“Then, hopefully someday we can—” mid-sentence, someone chucked a banana peel at Toshiro Kasukabe. He lifts it off his head, curiously examining it. A banana peel he thought, that’s a new one. By the time he looked back up and was ready to continue, everyone had already left. Oh well, he’d just have to return tomorrow and try again.

“For what it’s worth,” a voice called out, “I believe you.” Toshiro sporadically looked around to detect where the voice came from. Eventually, an older gentleman revealed himself. “I don’t think you’re some rotten politician, I believe you when you say you want to help this country.”

Toshiro eyed the gentlemen curiously, “thank you, I appreciate that.”

“I was once in your position once, people accusing me of things left and right. But I kept at it, and I think you should too.”

Toshiro gazed down at his singular gloved hand, “that’s the goal.”

The man planted a hand on Toshiro’s shoulder, gently smiling at him. “Glad to hear it,” the next thing Toshiro knew, the older gentleman disappeared into the night. Something felt familiar about the man to Toshiro, but he couldn’t quite put a finger on why. He shrugged; it was nice to get the support at least. People like that man is what encouraged Toshiro to keep trying. People like him and...

"We still on for dinner tomorrow?" Texted Eri Natsuhara. He smiled at his phone, sending her back a "yes, we are" text promptly.

As feelings of contentment overwhelmed him, he took a long inhale, closing his eyes and taking in the fresh nighttime air.

But then... an unfamiliar feeling of distortion washed over him. He cupped his hand over his mouth, suddenly feeling the urge to puke. Before he could even gather what was happening to him, he heard a voice.

“Toshiro?”

He opened his eyes, “Erina?”

[lightvixxen]

stress relief

So my amazing friend ceebs or @maladaptive-day-dreams convinced me to write a st x cm crossover and well...Hopper/Reader/Hotch was born.

SUMMARY: Hopper and Hotch are working late when they decide to have some fun with the shoplifter that got dragged into the station earlier that day

WC:3134

WARNINGS: spit roasting, degrading, MMF threesome, reader's age is not confirmed but she IS 18+, spoiled brat! reader, rich!reader, modern!st, choking, name-calling, basic cm shit. not proofread

The BAU was called into a small town of indiana, Hawkins to be exact, the run of the mill serial killer who had a knack for kidnapping. The team could already tell this was going to be a hard case, seeing as the killer didn’t seem to have a type.

“How long does he keep them?” Emily pipes up, the file was already hard to Figure out since there was apparently no specific time frame the killer stuck to. 

“As of now that is undetermined…the local police there doesn’t have a single lead despite how small the town is.” Hotch told her, “Which is the exact reason we’ve been called in. They’ve been dealing with most likely the same killer for years so they thought a fresh pair of eyes would be good.” 

“So they have basically nothing?” The team asks at the same time, and Hotch nods. 

“It’s definitely not ideal but we have delt with worse…” Hotch’s statement was met with a chorus of agreement, they have delt with worse evidence before. 

Once the jet landed the team immediately went to the Hawkins police department, not wanting to waste another second not solving this case. Walking into the department they were almost immediately met with a bustling space of police officers. As they stood there looking around trying to find anyone that could help them, they hear a deep voice from behind them. 

“You guys the BAU?” the voice asks, as they turn around they’re met with a broad man with facial hair, he was a little chubby but they could tell he was at least a little fit. 

“Yes we are, I’m Unit Cheif Aaron Hotchner, this is SSA Morgan, JJ, Prentiss and Dr. Reid.” Hotch introduces each of them, pointing to the respective person.

“I’m Jim Hopper, chief of police.” They do the routine of shaking hands before Hopper shows them where they can set up.

“So what do you know about the killer we’re working with?” Hotch asks, hoping that getting information out of the file they were giving would somehow help them. 

Hopper scratches his head “Only that he’s one sick son of a bitch, while the time he keeps his victims are undetermined…we never find them, its like they just vanish into thin air.” Hotch nods, “okay, yeah, that’s actually helpful.” Hopper nods, before leaving them to work. 

—---

It had Only been a week and the team and the entire police department were stressed out of their minds. Still no new leads, suspects, nothing, It was as if the Killer was a ghost or something. It was 2pm when they dragged in a screaming girl, saying something about how her father will bail her out. They dragged her back into a holding cell about 20 minutes later as they weren’t getting an answer from anyone they called. 

Hotch walked out to where Hopper was standing with his arms crossed, looking over some officers desk and at his computer. 

“Don’t forget this is her third time-” Hopper looked over to Hotch with a questioning look. 

“Who was that? A suspect or-” 

Hopper laughed at his question, “God no, that was y/n l/n, she has some sticky fingers and has gotten caught shoplifting about three times now…we call her our resident spoiled brat. She comes from a rich family that resides here in Hawkins.” 

Hotch’s eyebrows raised at hearing that you came from a rich family. 

“If she’s rich why does she feel the need to shoplift?” 

“Daddy doesn’t give her attention, never has, i’ve caught her flirting with multiple of my officers before aswell.” 

Hotch nods “The typical daddy issues story…of course.” 

—--

It was late, Hotch was at one of the open desks, he needed to get out of the confined office space that was the conference room they were set up in before he went crazy. 

He looked over at the clock that told him it was about 1:15. He sighed, looking over to where Hopper was. 

“Did anyone ever come and get that one girl that got brought in earlier?” 

Hopper looked up from the file he was focused on and shook his head. 

“Nope, we called her daddy probably 5 times and he didn’t pick up, my guess is he’s tired of bailing his troublemaker daughter out.” Hotch laughed at that, usually in rich families that is the case, especially if its already known she’s trouble. 

“You’d think he’d be trying to cover up her arrest by now” 

“Oh he did the first two times…but this time she got caught at a busy hour with hundreds of people watching and word travels fast in a town like this.” 

Hotch laughs and nods once again, going back to the file infront of him. Another hour went by before Hopper got up grabbing Aarons attention. 

“I’m gonna check on our spoiled prisoner? Wanna come? Stretch your legs a little…actually fix your posture?” Hopper asks him and Aaron agrees, getting up and following the other man into the holding cell area. 

You were sat on the bed that they placed in the cell, leaning against the wall and facing the bars, you had no idea what time it was but the lack of guards told you that it was late. You perked up and the sound of a door opening and the sound of footsteps approaching, you had hoped it was Hopper or one of the officers coming with your father. 

While the man that accompanied Hopper wasn’t your father you definitely weren’t disappointed. He was tall and broad, dark hair resting ontop of his head and a suit telling that wasn’t a cop, he was fucking hot, he practically oozed dominance, just like Hopper did, telling you he was in a positon of power. 

“Ooo who’s this?” you ask, getting up from your spot and walking up to the bars and leaning against them, hoping to get a better look of the mystery man. “You are definitely not a cop..” 

Hotch looks down at you, and heat travels straight to your core at the realization that even from behind the bars he still has to look down to see you. 

“Your right, i’m a FBI agent.” God even his voice was sexy, you bit your lip staring at him, before you turned your attention to Hopper. 

“Why are you guys here? Did daddy finally pick up?” you ask the two men, only to be met with a head shake. 

“You might be stuck here for a little while if your waiting for your daddy to bail you out.” Hopper told you and you groaned. 

“Then why the fuck are you here?” 

“Just to check on you, the routine.” 

You leaned against the bars once again, bored out of your mind. 

“Can’t you just…let me go? I mean you already know the bail and fine will be paid…” 

Hopper sighed, “You know damn well I can’t do that, its a good way to lose my job.” 

You pouted, giving him your best puppy eyes, 

“Pleasee Hop…I promise to be on best behavior when I get out, I won’t tell anyone, pink promise!” 

“No is the final answer sweetheart, Those puppy eyes have no effect on me and you know that. Also how many times have I told you not to call me that. 

While you were talking to Hopper Aaron finally got a good look at you, you were wearing a short white crop top that read ‘angel’ across your boobs, paired with an equally short pink skirt, if you could even call it that, it only came up to the tops of your thighs. 

“Can you at least let me out for a little bit? I’m bored out of my mind in here.” Aaron looked at Hopper, expecting him to say no and just leave it at that, instead he fished the cells keys out of his pocket and unlocked the cell. 

“Turn around.” he told you in a stern voice 

“Seriously you know I won’t-” 

“He said turn around, your lucky we’re even letting you leave this cell at all.” Hotch snapped at you, using the same tone Hopper had. You rolled your eyes before turning around and placing your hands behind your back. 

You felt warm hands before the cold metal of the handcuffs, you guessed it was Hopper because of how rough he was with your arms. 

“Ow! Too tight!” you whined when he tightened them, your back automatically straightening at the pressure on your wrists.

“They’re not and you know it, stop being fucking dramatic.” you heard Hoppers gruff voice from behind you before he escorted you out to the office area of the police department. 

“Sit” He told you, pushing you into the chair next to his desk, you did what you were told, just glad you were out of the dingy cell. Looking around the station you were able to stare at the FBI agent, noticing the obvious stress on both of their faces. 

“Hey FBI agenttt” you called out to him in a singsongy voice, grabbing his attention, once you were sure you had his attention you asked his name, since neither him or Hopper had mentioned it. 

“My name is Aaron Hotchner.” He told you with the most monotone voice you have probably heard come from anyones mouth. You smiled at him, before looking at Hopper. 

“Why can’t you be that nice to me? He actually gave me a clear answer without calling me a name…” you pouted and  Hopper looked at you before looking towards Aaron, “Because he doesn’t know how much of a spoiled brat you can be.”

“But I think I’m starting to learn.” Aaron chimed in, you gasped, looking at both men infront of you, 

“I’m not a spoiled brat!” you huffed, and the two men looked at eachother and Hopper laughed, 

“Thats something only a brat would say!” Hopper told you, and Hotch agreed with him. 

“I would cross my arms if I could right now I hope you know that.” 

“We know sweetheart, we know.” is all Hopper said before getting back to work, Hotch joining him and returning to the file he had been going over and over for hours already. 

Only a few minutes had passed before you spoke up.

“Are you sure there’s nothing that can get me out of here without my dad?! Seriously I’ll do anything! Please! Just name what you want!” you begged, tearing the mens attention away from their work, Hopper glared at you. 

“What part of no do you not understand? Were you never told it growing up?” 

“No” You giggled, “I got everything I asked for so I wouldn’t bother my daddy” you smirked at the dumbfounded faces on the two men. 

“Oh don’t act like your surprised my family is rich, we could afford the things I wanted!” 

“No fucking wonder your so spoiled, you got everything you wanted just by being annoying.” Hopper grumbled, and you just beamed. 

“And I’m very good at being annoying” You smirked again “So you should just let me go now, i’ll talk to my father when I get home and he can pay-” 

Aaron got up and walked to where you were sitting, grabbing a handful of your hair. 

“Or maybe we should just duct tape your mouth shut, that way you can’t bother us…or better yet…” He trailed off looking at Hopper, “We could use her as some…stress relief” 

Hopper smirked at his suggestion, “I think thats an amazing idea actually” You felt heat pool in your belly immediately and the hungry gazes that the two men gave you, “She’d probably enjoy it too, wouldn’t you sweetheart?” Hopper got up to stand next to Hotch, his hand grabbing your chin. You nodded quickly, if you weren’t going to be let out tonight this was the next best outcome, at least you wouldn’t be bored anymore. 

“Words pretty girl.” Hotch spoke up, letting go of your hair. 

“Yes, fuck yes, please” You once again begged. 

“You sound so much better when your begging” Hopper told you before yanking you out of your seat, forcing you onto your stomach over his desk. 

“Lets see…which end do you want first, Hotch? Mouth or pussy?” Hopper asked standing next to your figure. 

“I’ll take her mouth first, you’ve known the little slut longer, you deserve her cunt.” 

Hopper smirked wildly before taking his place behind you, flipping your skirt up he tuts when he sees the damp patch in your panties, “God you really are a slut, your already wet, love the idea of two men old enough to be your father using you?” You nod and he slaps your ass harshly, obviously expecting a verbal response. 

“Yes!” You don’t know you manage to even form a verbal response when Hotch is infront of you undoing his belt, his hands are so big they practically cover the entirety of the buckle and it has you fucking drooling. He’s only half hard and yet you can tell that he’s big. You already knew Hopper was big the few times he had to pin you against a wall just to put handcuffs on you. 

You already knew you most likely wouldn’t be doing a whole lot of talking after this…

Hotch taps your cheek with a mumbled ‘open”, you opened your mouth welcoming his half hard cock into your mouth, while Hopper ran his fingers through your wet cunt, he eventually sinks one finger into your waiting hole causing you to moan around Aarons cock, which caused the other man to groan. He tangled his fingers in your hair, beginning to fuck your face. 

Hopper added another finger into your hole, slowing finger fucking you, your muffled moans turned into slight gagging as Hopper hit your g-spot with his fingers at the same time Hotch forced his cock to the back of your throat. 

“You can take it.” Hopper told you before removing his fingers from your cunt, wiping his fingers against the skin of your thigh. Causing you to whine at the feeling. 

“Oh be fucking quiet, your lucky we’re even using you right now.” Hotch spoke up from above you, hearing Hoppers belt hit the floor and his pant being unzipped sent another flood of arousal through you. Wiggling your hips you couldn’t wait to be filled by his cock. 

Hopper pushed his cock into you and you felt your eyes roll into the back of your head, between Hotch’s cock and his you felt so fucking full, you really wished you weren’t handcuffed so you had something to hold onto. 

You practically shrieked around Aarons cock when Hopper bottomed out, almost immediately pulled out until only the tip of his cock remained in your cunt before pushing all the way in. 

The two men smiled wickidely as they heard you splutter around Aarons cock when they timed their thrusts together. 

“Fuuck Her mouth is fucking amazing…” Hotch mumbled, watching as his cock dissappeared into your mouth over and over again, “I’m not gonna last much longer…” He groaned as he felt your tongue run over a vein that was on the underside of his dick. 

“Shit me neither, her cunt is so fucking tight she’s practically sucking me in…” Hoppers hands were digging into your hips, sure to leave bruises that would last for weeks. 

The two men shared a look before they both pulled out of you, much to your distaste, you whined, almost begging for them to return to where they were. 

“No no, please, I was getting so close.” you tolf them, but the two men just laughed. 

“Too fucking bad, your just here to be a toy for us, you probably won’t be cumming tonight.” Hopper told you, settling infront of you and grabbing your hair, just like Aaron did. While the other grabs your hips lining himself up with your hole. 

“Now get to work” Hopper spat at you, using the hand that wasn’t holding your hair to line his cock up with your mouth. Aaron sunk his cock into you before you had a chance to welcome Hoppers cock into your mouth, a gruttal moan ripped through your throat before Hopper shoved his cock into it, hitting the back of your throat immediately. You got to work sucking Hoppers cock with the same enthusiasm that you did with Aarons. 

“Fuckkkk I’m gonna cum baby, want me to come in your mouth?” You tried you best to nod, looking up at the olderman infront of you. 

“Good, cause you didn’t have a choice.” It didn’t take long before Hoppers hips started thrusting into your face, forcing you to deep throat him and then still as he came down your throat. You took his cum as best you could, reveling in the salty taste. 

“God you really are a fucking whore.” He mumbled, pulling out of your mouth, “Now be a good girl and swallow.” And you did, you might’ve choked a little bit because as you did Aaron had decided that was a perfect time to move one of his hands down to rub your clit. 

Now that your mouth was free your moans fell freely from your throat, you couldn’t hold them back if you even tried. Hotch was bullying your cunt with each snap of his hips, his fingers making work on your clit, he had you hurtiling to the edge faster that anyone had. 

“Fuck, fuck, so good.” you moaned, eyes rolling back into your head, but it wasn’t enough, you needed more. 

“Fuck, choke me please.” you pleaded with the man behind you, the though of his hand wrapping around your throat too good to pass up.

“Oh she likes being choked does she?” the two men laughed at hoppers statement, the hand that was on your hip came up to wrap around your throat, cutting off your air supply. You were so fucking close to the edge. 

“I’m gonna cum! Please, please don’t stop!” you practically screamed out, Hotch grunted behind you, you took that as a confirmation that he wouldn’t. After a few more thrusts of his hips your body was convulsing, and a cry fell from your lips as you came, not even a minute Hotch followed, he buried himself deep into your cunt as he came. 

You were both out of breath as he pulled out, sweat dotting everyones foreheads and you laid limply across Hoppers desk, effectively fucked out. You felt one of the men undo your cuffs, Hopper picked you up gently. 

“Lets go get you cleaned up.” He walked with you towards the bathroom, Hotch following close behind and you smiled, cuddling into the older mans chest. 

“But do not think this night is over…we’re both extremely pent up.”

[viktorgf]

💎song + style tag

doing this for fun cs i’m bored at work and i haven’t slept yet let’s go gamers

here’s bestie andie—

five songs:

SOME SUNSICK DAY — MORGAN DELT

AMOR FATI — WASHED OUT

LE SOLEIL EST PRÈS DE MOI — AIR

GOLD — MARINA

HONEYMOON — PHOENIX

and her three outfits—

tagging: @watasemasaru ☀️ @rosayoro ☀️ @quickhacked ☀️ @tacticalhimbo ☀️ @loriane-elmuerto ☀️ @scalpelsister ☀️ @scarfacemarston ☀️ @unholymilf ☀️ @druidgroves ☀️ @gwynbleidd ☀️ and u 🫶🏻

[sea-owl]

Wait, wait, wait. I has an idea.

What if when Grima and Robin became one in the original timeline instead of Grima completely taking over thoughts and feelings merged between them. Spefically the love Robin feels for her family.

Grima!Robin still loves her family, but now it's a twisted, possessive sort of love. She may have killed Chrom, but she'll be damned if she lives without him. So she made him her risen king. Morgan was young enough that Grima!Robin was able to draw him in with motherly affection before twisting his mind with dark magic to stay with her and Risen!Chrom forever.

Unfortunately, teenagers can be so rebellious. Just ask Grima!Robin, her teenager, Lucina, is leading an army against her. Her own mother! Very well if Lucina wants to play her little games, Grima!Robin will play along. After all, this game is temporary, and a mother's love is forever.

Grima!Robin was furious when she learned that damned dragon sent HER daughter into the past. She became livid when reports came back that Morgan was caught in the crossfire. Deciding enough was enough Grima!Robin and Risen!Chrom went into the past themselves.

Grima!Robin sent her husband to find their children while she herself delt with her father. Validar was a complicated feeling Grima!Robin had that frankly she did not want to deal with. Easier and simpler to use him until she can kill him. Maybe she'll eventually make him a Risen too. The children might like to play with their grandfather.

But then her past self gave birth to a babu Lucina. Oh, well maybe Grima!Robin should let this play out a little longer. Not only could she go home with her own Lucina and Morgan but she can also take home this Robin's Lucina and Morgan too. Double the children to love! Oh yes what a wonderful plan! She must tell her husband at once! He'll be so happy to have young children again!

[mymelodic-chapel]

Morgan Delt- Morgan Delt (Neo-Psychedelia, Psychedelic Pop) Released: January 28, 2014 [Trouble in Mind Records] Producer(s): Morgan Delt

[joshuasearing]

Thursday 5th September 2024

Was suppose to put Wednesday yesterday not Thursday, my bad. Anyways yesterday after work once I got home, I went home, once I got home I went and read some of my new book for a bit. I also had plenty of food and things like that. Then at 7ish I went to Morgan’s gym that he has been going to for about a month. Once we got there I got a 7 day free trial. This women that works there sat us down and went through everything with me. Then we got ready to work out. The gym was really good anyways, there was so much equipment and loads of new equipment as well and it is so much better than the other gym I have been going to. Also there is a boxing bag that I can use as well which is good. After looking about for a bit me and Morgan did a bit of bench. I ended up getting a new pb for myself. I hit 75kg and it was with ease. I was surprised as I only had 4 and half hours of sleep so I wasn’t feeling my best. But I defo think I will be able to do 80kg soon which I am so happy about. After this we did a bit of shoulders and other chest exercises for a bit. Then we finished of with so rear delts. After this we went home. Once I got home I got ready for bed, has some porridge, watched some YouTube and ready another 30 pages of my new book that I have got. After this I went to bed.

Now for this morning at work there has been a few really important people come into are store, so everything is really tense and strict today at work. It is because one of them or all of them I’m not too sure are looking to buy this out store out meaning it will then be a franchise McDonald’s instead. Anyways work has not been too bad to be fair, it could be worse. I have done a bit of present but also food run and some instore. I am now on break I’ve eaten had a drink and now I am writing in here. I have also posted on tiktok a bit. Anyways speak to you later, bye journal!

[bobo-tucci]

it appears that I've been freakin' TAGGED by @metalbatteryzone to share ten random songs that I enjoy. regrettably I haven't messed with my playlists in a while but let's see what spotify says

Thom Brennan - Radiant Ice

Kate Bush - Moving

Post Animal - When I Get Home

Venetian Snares - Red Orange 2

Chris Christodoulou - The Face of the Deep

Gorillaz - Slow Country

Daniel Lanois - Way Down

RURUTIA - トロイメライ

Morgan Delt - Some Sunsick Day

Iglooghost feat. BABii - Shrine Hacker

uhh alot of mutuals already be doing this so let's just go @sistersyzygy @marcymallows @zenja-soba @froggycakes @spiritualistapologist and hey only if ya want to

[chrisryanspeaks]

Celestial Music | Vinyl Williams - ‘Aeterna’ Out This Friday

Celestial music has a vastly unknown history, the phrase first being coined in the early 70s by Iasos, Greek-American musician who began studying Bossa Nova & Jazz, before he became enraptured by an ambient radio station that began playing in his head. Alan Watts, a friend of Iasos, was quoted in stating “Iasos makes the classical music of the new age” – which gave rise to the musical genre. Music pioneers like Laraaji have found their own center in expressing celestial music, emanating his own aspects of Eastern mysticism & unique forms of meditation, proven to make you bliss out f’days. In the last few decades we’ve seen celestial music work its way into pop. Vinyl Williams is an LA-based artist that has a history of combining these subtle aspects into harmonious pop music & visionary artwork. Collaborating with like-minded self-producers such as Chaz Bear of Toro Y Moi, Morgan Delt, and Ruban Nielsen of UMO, & Samira Winter he’s built a universe of palatial 3D environments, and recorded 6 albums to date. Vinyl Williams is now onto his 7th album, Aeterna, announced for an August 4th release via Harmony Records. On the album, he leads the listener through his most orchestrated exoplanet experience thus far. You can pre-order the album here. Coming from a long line of LA-based musicians, Williams follows the feelings of Love, Brian Wilson, Strawberry Alarm Clock, and producer/arrangers like Curt Boettcher and Burt Bacharach to create his own lush sunshine pop paradise. One can also easily notice the many inspirations of Brazilian masterminds such as Arthur Verocai, Lo Borges, Nelson Angelo, as well as British dream pop / shoegaze production of Robin Guthrie and A.R. Kane. The many-riveted layers create dreamscapes of pure imagination. Williams has also invented his own system of understanding relationships, which is the music of birthdays. An app will be launched this year - allowing users to hear the precise microtonal music of their birthdays, and receive descriptions of what the intervals might mean. The Vinyl Williams website is an interactive treasure hunt where you can find the full album if you follow the clues, plus some hidden demos of different projects. Read the full article