#new team member

[unovanartstudent]

Big news! Since I’ve been working more frequently at the Pokémart, I’ve been able to solidify my bond with that Gastly—even though I’m on dayshift now. So when I offered him to join my team, he accepted! Everyone welcome Pinball! :D (featuring Orchid looming in the background)

[appledressing]

Screams!!!

I’m obsessed either way her already

SUITS AND SASS ; aaron hotchner

you’re the bau’s new medical examiner, oozing dark humour, sass, and a killer sense of style, ready to shake up the team. but when you butt heads with aaron hotchner on day one, sparks fly while the rest of the team bets on how long it’ll take for you to win him over.

YOU STRUT into the BAU like you own the damn place, and honestly? You should. The overhead fluorescents do their best to wash out your glow, but even the most soul-sucking government lighting can’t dim this.

The emerald green suit hugs you in all the right places, a sharp contrast against the deep red silk blouse that’s unbuttoned just enough to toe the line between ‘professional’ and ‘distracting.’ Your heels which are Louboutin, naturally - click against the floor with every confident step, the sound sharp, decisive, commanding attention even from the most sleep-deprived agents around you. And your jewellery? Impeccable.

Large emerald studs in your ears, a matching ring resting on your manicured fingers. Each piece a carefully curated display of wealth, taste, and an undeniable presence. You don’t just walk into a room; you arrive, and anyone with half a brain can feel it.

Today is your first day as the BAU’s new medical examiner, and if you’re being honest? You’re already unimpressed. Not with the job itself because you live for the thrill of carving open a fresh corpse before most people have had their morning coffee, but the aesthetic of this place is tragic.

Beige walls, government-issue desks, the faint, ever-present smell of burnt coffee and bad decisions hanging in the air. It’s the kind of environment that breeds stress wrinkles and caffeine addictions, and you’ve already decided that you will not be another victim.

No, you’re here for something new. Something interesting. The only reason you transferred was because your last job had become boring, and you refuse to let your skills stagnate among mundane cases and lackluster conversation.

The BAU, at least, promises a bit of excitement—new cases, new killers, new mysteries to unravel. And, if nothing else, the chance to shake up an office full of straight-laced federal agents with your dark humour and sharp tongue.

The bullpen is exactly what you expected. Agents in various states of exhaustion, stacks of paperwork threatening to topple, and the subtle hum of tense conversation punctuated by the occasional ringing phone. It’s an atmosphere of constant movement, of minds working overtime, and while you appreciate the energy, you can’t help but sigh dramatically as you glance around.

“This place is hideous,” you mutter to yourself, brushing a speck of imaginary dust off your sleeve. “Jesus, does the FBI have something against interior design?”

And then you see her ... Penelope Garcia, dressed in an explosion of colour, exuding the kind of confidence that comes from knowing exactly who she is and not giving a damn what anyone thinks about it. Finally, someone with taste.

The second her eyes land on you, she lets out a dramatic gasp, one hand clutching at her necklace like she’s just seen the Virgin Mary herself descend into the bullpen. “Oh my God,” she breathes. “Who are you?”

You smirk, tilting your head just slightly. “The new medical examiner. And, from the looks of things, the only other person in this building with a sense of style.”

Her eyes sparkle like she’s just found a long-lost soulmate. “Oh, honey, we are going to be best friends.”

“Obviously,” you reply smoothly. “Someone needs to help me cope with the tragedy that is this office décor. Do you think the Bureau would let me expense a new couch? Maybe some curtains? Anything to make this place feel less like a funeral home for the aesthetically challenged.”

“Oh, sweetie, they barely let me expense my glitter pens. You’re asking for a miracle.”

Before you can reply, a voice cuts through the air. Sharp, authoritative, and entirely unimpressed. “You’re late.”

You turn slowly, already knowing that this is going to be fun.

Aaron Hotchner stands before you, arms crossed, his expression unreadable but his eyes intense, scanning you like he’s already profiling your entire existence. And damn if he isn’t gorgeous. You hadn’t expected that. The way his suit fits just right, the sharp angles of his face, the sheer command he exudes—it’s almost enough to distract you from the fact that he’s clearly about to be a pain in your ass.

Almost.

You blink at him, deliberately slow, before glancing at the large digital clock on the wall. “It’s 8:59.”

His jaw tightens just slightly. “We start at eight.”

You sigh, placing a perfectly manicured hand over your heart as if this news has wounded you. “Oh, tragic. If only someone had told me that I was expected to conform to the outdated concept of ‘morning people.’” You let out a dramatic sigh. “Next thing you’ll tell me is that I’m expected to function without proper espresso. What kind of barbarism is this?”

There’s a pause, the kind that suggests Hotch is not used to being spoken to like this. Behind him, you catch the subtle exchange of money. Morgan handing Reid a few bills, Emily shaking her head with an amused smirk. Oh, they were betting on this. Good. At least someone in this building understands entertainment.

Hotch, to his credit, doesn’t rise to the bait. Instead, he exhales, slow and controlled, the only sign that you’re even remotely testing his patience. “Garcia, show her around the building.”

“Oh, I absolutely will,” she says, looping her arm through yours like this is the best thing to happen to her all day.

As you walk away, you can feel his eyes on you—calculating, assessing, already irritated. You turn your head just slightly, meeting his gaze with a slow smirk.

“He’ll recover,” you murmur to Garcia, low enough that only she hears.

She giggles, glancing back at him before whispering, “Oh, I hope not.”

Hotch watches you go, pressing his lips together as he forces himself to look away. You’re impossible. He already knows you’re going to be a problem, and the worst part? He can’t decide if that frustrates him… or intrigues him.

[trehan-iris]

Welcoming Abdul Qadir as our Dy. General Manager (Finishes). With an impressive 14+ years of experience on iconic projects like Yashobhoomi and India’s first seaplane channel at SoU, Abdul is ready to lead with expertise and passion. Let’s achieve excellence together!

Welcome to Trehan Iris Family - Abdul Qadir

[sweetmoons]

Now that all the CCs are coming out and saying that the dteam have always treated women badly or at the very least been fucking odd around women, its starting to make sense why despite the predominantly fem presenting fanbase begging for more fem ccs to be added throughout the entirety of the dsmp THERE WERE ONLY 5 FEM PEOPLE ADDED PERMANENTLY. AND MOST OF THEM WERE WHEN THE SMP WAS ENDING

[egophiliac]

on the JP server, when does groovy art come out? cuz like ive been checking wiki gg to see if the rapunzel groovies have been released yet and idk it might just be the wiki holding off until the events over (but i haven't seen groovy art of it at all but it might just be me since im trying to avoid spoilers for riddles card specifically). but since EN is like a year behind JP all the cards and stuff have already been released so theres no wait time so idk if on JP you can only groovy new cards until like the event ends or smth

the schedule says the Lanterns groovies/personal stories will come out on the 5th, which is when the event ends! usually they release them along with the last part of the event (sometimes the SSRs afterwards), but this time they're waiting til after on all of them for some reason. 🤷

not too much longer to go though! the aesthetic of this one is sooooo pretty, I know already that they're going to absolutely ♪ murder meeee ♫ ( ᐛ )

[luminut]

the moment he knew

[maiaczy]

I've been kinda slow with the requests lately coz uni work is kicking my ass rn, but since it's jojolands day I felt morally obligated to do this one

@cailaope

[sainz100]

2018 Azerbaijan GP throwback | x

[starshoot-oranids]

[miscellaneoussmp]

The new Team Bolas Rojas members and how they were welcomed to the team:

Mouse is one of them before she's even chosen to join the team. She puts on the gas mask by herself as she sits in her seat. Her seat is still green, the color of death. She's one of them. Chose her. She's one of them. Chose her, please. She's one of them, finally. Mouse is welcome into the team with open arms. They chose her. There's cheers as she stands on their side of the room. She smiles beneath the mask. The seventh circle finally has its queen.

Etoiles is part of the team, of course he is. He joins them in their base and shares in jokes. He's no longer a leader, a weight off his shoulders. Cellbit deems he needs to be initiated into the team. He seems to be joking, but also, they're seriously waiting for Philza to join them. Etoiles stands in the fire with Cellbit, one of the original sacrifices, and Philza, their leader, stands over them. He's welcomed into the team, with burn marks covering his armor.

Roier cheers with the rest of the team when air turns purple, turns toxic. He had his mask on as soon as he discovered he's part of the team. He's finally reunited with some of his family. His mask will break soon. He follows Foolish's advice and takes it off to keep it from breaking too quickly. Roier chokes on his own lungs as they fill with toxins. Foolish holds him as he doubles over. He survives the last few moments of gas. He's fully welcomed into the family.

[tubchunk]

sorry but q!tubbo seeing q!bagi go up in ninho herself and then after a bit passes, he starts panicking when she doesn't come back down, and when she appears at the spawn waystone, he instantly runs up to her saying that he thought he lost her. she was the only other person who woke up back on quesadilla island when he did and if she was gone he couldn't bear it. blue team doesn't leave anyone behind after all, and by the end of it, q!bagi was now family.

[sir-fluffbutts]

💥💥TUMBLR GETS FIRST DIBS 💥💥

☝️☝️☝️☝️☝️☝️☝️☝️☝️☝️

WELCOME TO THE SIR FLUFF OFFICIAL DISCORD SERVER!!!!!

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[trehan-iris]

Say hello to Vinod Kumar Chaurasia, our Dy. General Manager (Projects). From hotels to mixed-use developments, his 13+ years of experience and strategic mindset are set to elevate our projects to the next level. Welcome aboard, Vinod!

Welcome To the Trehan Iris Family - Vinod Kumar

[kply-industries]

GO AWAY ULTRAMAN YOU'RE DRUNK

[royalxiii]

It’s very sad and discouraging that the reason we haven’t had a new Eeveelution is because of Fakémon.

We shouldn’t be punished for wanting to draw our own Pokémon.

And if they were THAT concerned about people making good Eeveelution designs, they should of just done them all by now instead of slowly pacing it to the point where they feel like they can’t make anymore cuz the community already mad rad designs.

I think this, out of everything that’s come out from the Teraleak, is the only thing that truly pisses me off.

[cowboymantis]

Society if Yakuza 9 features Shishido, Tsuruno, Rodriguez and Shigaki as team members and your hideout is at Bar Agent with Hanawa as the bartender: