#no point to this post really just writing thoughts

[randomfandomworks]

Huntrix (Separately) x Famous!Reader

Synopsis: Headcanons involving the Huntrix girls falling for you and what kind of fame you possess

A/N: I had a lot of fun writing this! I’m still working on general dating Headcanons for these three but I might end up doing more with this concept because I really ended up enjoying it.

Rumi with another Idol

★ You and Rumi had met on several instances though most were because of award shows

★ Often times you and Huntrix would perform at the same venues it was only reasonable that after some time you’d get to know one another

★ You became friends quickly, bonding over shared experiences and tribulations

★ At some point you become a feature on one of Huntrix’s new songs

★ A collaboration that the fans end up absolutely loving which only leads to more moments together

★ Joining them at interviews and shows as the song runs its course of popularity

★ You and Rumi naturally became closer over time, meeting up for things unrelated to your careers until eventually you both started to fall for each other

★ For a while you both tiptoed around the feelings

★ You knew how your fans were, how they’d react knowing two of the most popular idols were together

★ But one night you corner Rumi after one of her shows and everything comes crumbling down

★ After that you start dating in secret

★ It becomes a careful song and dance; avoiding topics that may lead to exposure of your relationships but still risking it to see one another perform

★ You help one another when it comes to singing, finding the right transitions for sets, making sure the notes get hit right and the lyrics are clear

★ And after you’re done being idols for the day you relax into one another allowing it to become simply you and her, nothing more or less

★ Rumi only falls for you harder when she sees that side of you, the comfortable side you keep away from everyone else

★ After a while the fans get suspicious

★ Rumors and theories spread like wildfire over both of your fanbases

★ Catching onto the quick looks you give one another or how you’re always attending each other’s shows

★ You let them have their fun

★ Watching as people make countless posts about the evidence they can find and what they think is happening behind the scenes

★ And when it’s gone on long enough you make it official

★ Which causes social media to absolutely blow up with responses some saying they called it, others believing it to be a trick, a few completely against it

★ Yet neither of you cared

★ You didn’t need people online to tell you who to care about or date, you had one another and honestly the truth was better than any speculation online

Mira with a Model

★ Mira learns about you through Bobby, who’d been trying to find some bigger names to promote the new Huntrix merchandise

★ He reached out to your agency leading to a deal where you and some other top models would do a shoot for them if in turn they got to meet the members of Huntrix

★ And that was that

★ She’d spotted you as soon as they entered the venue

★ You carried yourself differently

★ Some of the models were nervous, others in over their head, or bored out of their minds

★ But not you

★ You had a smile on your face as a new intern directed you, showing you around and what you’d be modeling

★ You didn’t question the photographer even with the strangest of requests

★ And you helped Bobby when no one else listened

★ You were just, different

★ Even when meeting them you didn’t freak out

★ Didn’t scramble for an autograph or a photo

★ You waited patiently for your colleagues chaos to end

★ Introduced yourself with a smile and thanked them for the opportunity

★ That moment made a place in Mira’s mind, one she thought back to even weeks after the interaction

★ Up until she messages you herself, reaching out to just talk to you

★ And even online you were kind, patient, and polite

★ And Mira didn’t know what to do with the fact that she started falling for it, falling for you

★ She invited you to one of their shows, a backstage ticket, per Zoey and Rumi’s advice

★ She couldn’t help the warmth that overtook her when she saw you

★ You lit up when you came face to face

★ Smiling and congratulating her on a show well done

★ And something about it all changed for Mira; she asks you out soon afterwards wanting, needing, to see you again

★ It doesn’t take long before you start dating

★ No one knew besides a select few

★ Many suspected, especially after Mira made an appearance for your agency, but Mira had made a name of standing up for herself and not tolerating rumors so no one questioned it

★ And behind it all, back stage or behind the camera there was just you two

★ And that’s all you needed

Zoey with an Actor

★ You and Zoey knew of one another long before meeting

★ You were a star in one of her favorite K-dramas and you obviously loved Huntrix’s songs

★ The two of you finally get the chance to meet one another when the director of your show begs Huntrix to write a song for the upcoming season

★ They agree, mostly because Zoey would’ve probably lost it if they didn’t, and are invited to the premiere because of it

★ Your first interaction comes up because of a photo

★ Several reporters wanted a picture of you and your co-star with Huntrix

★ Which led to you all posing together and eventually talking after the press has had their fun

★ You and Zoey hit it off almost instantly, the two of you silently freaking out over meeting the other

★ You end up sitting together, talking after the screening and through most of the night, laughing together as though you hadn’t just met

★ And when your managers finally drag you away from one another you still keep in touch

★ Messaging online and meeting at more events over time

★ Neither of you is shocked when you start to fall for the other

★ The admiration existed long before you met

★ Though something more had found its way through

★ Maybe it was always responding to one another, no matter how late, or the smiles across the room at events

★ Whatever it was it wasn’t a surprise

★ The real shock came from the admission

★ Realizing you’d both been running circles around one another to not ruin anything when in truth it was exactly what you’d both been needing

★ It isn’t long afterwards that everyone knows

★ You never say anything but you openly post each other and willingly mention one another in interviews

★ Not to mention you frequenting all of Huntrix’s performances and her sudden guest appearances in your shows

★ Though whether or not the fans know has never concerned you

★ In fact most of your concerns recently are of Huntrix’s latest song releases and the date you’re planning with Zoey to go see your new movie

[vampmira]

in control – (that's how i like it and i'm never letting go)

huntrix looked up to their k/da seniors as role models – even believing they were hunters for some time ! when your new album comes out with song much darker than their usual sound, they're intrigued by the lyric credits.

pairing(s): huntrix x k/da!demon!reader

warnings(s): n/a

request | a/n: takes place a bit after the movie ! my lore knowledge of k/da isn't the greatest so this is more about you and huntrix 😭

k/da fans everywhere loved their girls equally, from their powerful queen to their badass maknae. one of the best things about stanning a multi-talented group was seeing one of the members consistently in the production and lyric credits. their one and only, the oldest member of k/da, the most talented writer ever – dae dahlia (대 달이아).

blades always complimented your stagename and how fitting it was! you were their amazing flower, blooming whenever you were up on stage. as mysterious yet beautiful as a flower, you acted as k/da's all-rounder member – mastering dance and rap like it was your second sense. however, you bloomed best when it came to your lyric writing and the meanings you had in each song.

but there was barely any information about you when POP/STARS came out – you were a new face to the industry! they knew your mbti and birthday from your member announcement post, of course, but they needed a fancall to learn your name – your REAL name! they wondered... who were you really?

you were always.. different than the other demons

for example, they'd complain about gwima's constant whispers and you just stare at them like .. "?? what whispers?"

you were always interested in human things – their cultures, food, friendship, music

it captivated you, even to the point where you started to stop taking souls as you grew empathy for their lives

eventually, you decided to escape and join the human world, enjoying life unlike any demon's ever experienced before !!

it's actually how you met k/da in the first place, through some auditions with ahri

she interviewed you personally, figuring out what you wanted out of this experience, until you admitted you just wanted to write music. she looked into the messy papers you scratched on since you had appeared on the surface. they were in korean, but a strange dialect of korean that seemed old – ancient. some lines were stale, copied from the radio or some songs her seniors had sang before until she got to the paper furthest in the back.

i'm alive, but i'm dead?

listen to my voice in your hear my voice crawling in your ear up in your head??? i regret it all now note: that's dumb

watch it fill you full of dread until you go (grrra pow!)

it caught her attention – your intelligible writings and mysterious margin drawings. combined with your question answers being fascinated with life as if you had never lived before, claiming a lack of proper training but being a natural dancer and singer, and your far away look as if you were thinking of another life that was centuries old, she couldn't put her finger on it but.. you intrigued her. enough to get a second interview. then a trainee card. and eventually, a debut date.

you were put together in the final lineup of k/da as their producer and sub rapper officially

but you did a little bit of everything – leading to your label as the all-rounder

even sharing your lyrics with them blew them away everytime, and you took incredible time recording demos behind the scenes

in fact, your stage name came from your past

it came from 달아나다 (dal-a-na-da), meaning to run away from something undesirable – like your life under gwima

but you had something solid now – this idol life, friends who loved you, and adorable fans !

but one late night in the studio, you had a thought plaguing you

why be free on the surface but secretive to your closest friends ? it broke your heart, keeping your secret from those you loved the most

so, you admitted your past to them, revealing your marks to them and everything

you feared it would change everything between you .. but you didn't want to hide anything from them any longer

but it had been so long since you met that they knew they could trust that you had changed

and they took it upon themselves to protect your image at all costs

and they always reassured you that they'd always love you – whenever you needed it

akali even came up with the idea to say that your markings were tattoos you got in celebration of your debut since they were similar to her jacket in POP/STARS – which made you giggle

and when you started to reveal them more to fans, a fellow girl group took a major notice

"RUMIIIII!!" a high pitched squeal came as hands blasted against rumi's door. when the purple haired leader opened her door, her fellow members pressed their phones into her face immediately. "did you see k/da's comeback photoshoot!?"

"no? i didn't know it was out already!" rumi was actually the biggest fan of k/da in huntrix. she'd always talk about you being her major influences when it came to seniors she looked up to. she would've pulled out her own phone to look, but the look in mira's face started to worry her. "you two don't.. look excited." they shared a look before showing her your photos – arms out and markings wrapping your arms like vines. it was the most skin you ever really showed, and now? they understood why. "she's.."

"a demon, too." mira spoke the quiet part aloud. rumi looked down at her own arms where her markings sparkled from the effects of the honmoon. lots of thoughts went through her head. you were her bias, after all. were.. you just like her? part demon and forced to hide it all this time? "do you guys think she's.. yknow.. like the sajas?"

"no!" rumi's voice came out more surprised than she meant it to. she cleared her throat. "no.. we.. we shouldn't get the wrong idea. what if.. she's like me? or.. like jinu?" there was a shared silence between the three at the mention of his name, before a notification came up on zoey's phone.

"guys? their new ep just dropped."

when villain came out , everyone was stunned by the darker lyrics

you went to ahri with the old lyrics that impressed her back in 2018

you dug into your memory – your history with the life you hid away and finally finished those lyrics

your members took a lot of care in following your demo exactly to carry out the story you wanted to carry out through "villain"

even in the music video, you were listed as one of the creative directors

there you go, k/da's all-rounder <3

much like the concept video, the mv was mostly shrouded by shadows – representing how you had put that past behind you

you were even surrounded by chains and were trying follow small flickers of light like you were trying to escape the dark, even though you sang like you were cocky and proud

until the very end when you preformed the final chorus in the sunrise, owning your past and acknowledging how you've changed like how the night changes into the day

at least .. that's what you've explained in interviews

huntrix were more in awe of you than before

the story you carried out was analyzed by fans everywhere and huntrix understood what you conveyed perfectly

to the point that they just HAD to know more from you specifically

in the building of the inkigayo music show, you sat on the iconic stairs, posing as your fellow member, evelynn, bent over to get your best angles before she was called for makeup. the second she waved to leave, the clicking of excited heels came up towards you. you bowed, the trio scrambling to do the same.

"um.. let us introduce ourselves!" the girls beside her lined up as they made a cross pattern with their 4-shaped fingers. "2, 3 – don't miss! hello, we are huntrix!"

"ah, huntrix! congratulations on your comeback." your acknowledgement made them giddy.

"thank you, 선배님 (sunbaenim/senior)!!" the purple haired one giggled. "um, i'm rumi! this is zoey and mira," the two waved with uncontained giddiness at their individual mentions, "and we're just.. huge fans! and we actually uh.. had a question for you.. about your tattoos." you cocked your head at them, hands instinctively going to touch your arms. rumi slid her jacket down off her arm, revealing rainbow shimmering marks – much like yours. your eyes met in a kind of ... soft acknowledgement. one full of vulnerability and empathy.

your staff called you back for makeup at the worst time

you two exchanged numbers immediately before having to go on stage and await your score reveal

it was strange meeting someone else like you up here

you felt seen, yet sympathetic for what rumi might have gone through

she didn't tell you her story, but you knew it was hard

but huntrix cheered extra loud when they announced that your comeback knocked SPF100 out of the park <3

you always knew your music touched listeners worldwide, but you never thought someone would get your true message until rumi

after the awards, you and huntrix decided to meet up as soon as possible

you were invited to their penthouse that weekend

they never told you how they scrambled to clean up for the entire 24 hours before you showed up though

you three talked for hours, sharing stories and feeling heard by someone else for the first time in a long time

especially rumi .. you noticed how she would always stare at your marks

when you described your escape from gwima, they told you how brave you are

and, affectionately, how awesome their senior is <33

"wow.. so you literally crawled out of hell. cool." mira stared at you from the other side of the couch, those normally dark eyes sparkling with awe.

"super cool!!" zoey piped up. "that must've been so scary!! have a lot of demons wanted to leave? or.. were you the first? did you have friends that wanted to come with? do demons have friends? was there–" the pillow that hit her arm cut her off, a glairing look and a nervous smile coming from her leader. you smiled reassuringly.

"sorry about all the questions. we've just never.. talked to someone about this before." she rubbed her hands across her arms. you leaned forward, your hands on hers as she looked up at you. your markings blended with hers. you smiled comfortingly.

"and you think i have?" you sighed. "my members barely know my old life because it was so hard to explain. you all know about demons and hunters, gwima and the honmoon – trying to explain it all to them makes me sound like i'm crazy. this is as healing for me as it is for you... i'm just glad i can be a resource for.. my younger sisters." you chuckled. rumi held your hands gently.

"...thank you for letting us talk with you, 선배님 (sunbaenim/senior)."

"please, call me 언니 (unnie/older sister). and.. my real name." you kept it secret from the public, in fear gwima would send your fellow demons after you to bring you back. your k/da sisters only ever called you by your name off camera to protect you, as well. dahlia was your stage now as much as it was your cover name. now? this trio was sitting around you comfortingly, your heart getting deja vu from when you met your own members. that feeling of a new home.

[petrichoravis]

In between history. | s.r.

★ part i

★ to the SERIES MASTERLIST here

summary: you help the team with a history related case, all while trying not to reveal your relationship with a certain doctor and fellow professor to his teammates.

word count: 3,1k

what to expect: spencer reid x history professor!reader, fem!reader, post prison!spencer duh, case details (abuse, grooming), fucked up timeline cause hotch is here and tara, luke and matt are missing (I love them, I just don't feel like I can give them justice), abrupt ending bc I didn’t feel like writing the take down, not proof read, English is not my first language.

a/n: she's here, I'm so nervous!! my first series.... it's all a little rushed bc of exams and bc I wanted to give it to you as quick as possible. I hope you enjoy it!!

──── ᝰ.ᐟ

He dreaded that this moment had come. He always knew that it would at some point, but he still wished it away.

They weren’t exactly stuck; Spencer didn’t have to consult you, but he knew that having you to spark ideas and bounce off of would be helpful. And the fact that you had niche knowledge of historic events that Spencer only had surface-level knowledge on certainly helped, too.

Not only did he not look forward to it because the team didn’t know you existed—not to mention that you were together—but also because he really did not want to drag you into the dangerous world that was the Behavior Analysis Unit of the FBI.

He had excused himself from the conference room ten minutes ago already and knew that he had to make a decision soon, or the team would get suspicious.

With a sigh, he pulled his phone out of his pocket for the third time, your number already lighting up the small screen where he had typed it in moments before.

When he did build up the courage to press the green button and pressed the small device to his ear, a part of him hoped that you were in a lecture. (He knew you weren’t; he had your lectures memorized.)

“Hey, Spence,” your voice greeted him from the other side of the line.

“Hello, love. How are you?”

“Better now.” He could practically see the amusement light up your eyes. “I had a really fulfilling conversation with one of my students today. Are you okay? You don’t usually call me in the middle of a case.”

Ever observant you, a thing that he usually loved you for. “No, no, everything’s okay.” He tried being vague, but it came across as an unconvincing lie.

“Do I need to decipher that for some kind of FBI code?”

He laughed, the tension in his shoulders waning. It was just like you to quieten his worries with just a few soothing words. “No deciphering needed, I promise. The case is just a little difficult to figure out.”

“Can I help in any way?”

More than you knew, Spencer thought. More than you should have to.

“Yeah, actually.” Spencer cleared his throat, playing with the end of his tie. “The UnSub seems to have a fondness for history.”

“Oh, well, I think I can help with that.”

“Yeah,” he huffed, but quickly added, “you don’t have to, of course, we can figure it out by ourselves if you’re too busy.”

“No, it’s okay. Should I come to the office or…?” He could already hear you shuffling around your office in search of your jacket.

Spencer glanced up at the clock, 6:47 pm, “If that’s okay? We’re at the Quantico police department. Most of the team is still here.”

It was a quiet way of telling you that it was okay if you weren’t ready to meet them yet. You had been dating for almost half a year now and the conversation about telling and meeting the team was always something you communicated clearly.

The intention wasn’t to hide your relationship or feelings; it just didn’t feel like something the team had to know, given that they didn’t know you.

Spencer liked having a life separate from his work life and, while he loved the team, he didn’t want to have to share everything with them.

Now, with you potentially meeting them, the not-hiding part changed. Either you would have to act like you didn’t know each other past both being professors at the same university, or you would have to tell them you have been together for quite a while.

“I’m sure,” you said, shaking him from his thoughts, your voice reinforcing the statement. “If I can help catch a killer, I will.”

Spencer sighed as the call ended a minute later. He was worried, to say the least.

Things went wrong in the field every day and people suffered severe burnouts because of the things they saw. And now he was putting you into these situations for the sole purpose of catching an UnSub.

He left the room to find Emily and Morgan in the entrance area next to the coffee machine.

“There you are, pretty boy, we were starting to worry.” Morgan grinned, slapping Spencer on the back.

“Sorry,” he replied, wringing his fingers like they were doorknobs, “I had to make a call.”

Emily and Morgan looked at him, a bewildered expression on their faces.

“I, um, called a…consultant?” Spencer continued. God, this was gonna suck. “About the case, and she has agreed to help us. I just need to talk to Hotch—” He was already turning towards the stairs before Emily interrupted him.

“Whoa there, Spencer,” she stopped him before he could slip away from them. “Who is this consultant?”

“I would also very much enjoy that information.” Morgan crossed his arms.

Spencer suppressed a groan, turning back to face them. “She’s a professor at the university I teach at.” He said shortly, hoping it would be enough.

Of course it wasn’t. “A professor?” Emily had a way of sounding curious, all the while her eyes shone with mischief. “And you think she can help?”

“She specialises in history and historic texts. I thought it wouldn’t hurt to have an expert's eye on the letter the UnSub wrote.” He tried to sound nonchalant, but he had a feeling he wasn't doing a very good job with that.

Morgan looked sceptical, but he let it go. But not without a smirk on his mouth. “Well, I’m very interested in meeting the mysterious professor who makes you pick up your cell phone.”

“I second that.”

They won’t ever let this go, Spencer groaned in his head. “Well, you will meet her if you would let me talk to Hotch.”

His tone wasn’t lost on them, but they let him go, anyway.

As he sped up the stairs to the unit chief's office, he could feel the teasing looks burn on his back.

He didn't dare to look over his shoulder as he knocked on the door and, upon call, entered and closed it behind him.

—

When you arrived at the PD, Spencer was already waiting outside like he had been there since the call ended.

Based on his body language, you could deduct that he was nervous, and looking over his shoulder you could see why. Two sets of heads were trying not to look like they were spying on you.

So you would have to go without the hello hug and kiss today. No problem, you could act as the acquaintance.

“Hello, Dr. Reid.” You said with a polite smile.

You could see the relief flicker across his face as he greeted you with your title as well, shaking your hand. His fingers lingered on yours a little too long to be friendly, but thankfully, his frame blocked the team's view of your hands.

As you walked into the PD, Spencer explained the case details that they had so far. “The UnSub places coins into the mouths of his victims after their death and dumps them near a river. We think it might be connected to the Ancient Greek tradition, Charon’s obol.”

You nodded along as he went on to tell you more. "I will look at it and try my best to see more useful information, but I am in no way as good as your team."

Spencer's look told you as much as to shut up. Lovingly, of course.

As you stepped into the building, you were greeted by Spencer’s team. It was almost surreal, like storybook characters coming to life in front of you.

They all greeted you with polite smiles and handshakes, introducing themselves by name as you did the same.

After the round of introductions came to an end, they led you into the conference room.

Cork and blackboards littered with crime scene pictures stood all over the room, a big table with files stood tall in the center. You could feel Spencer’s hand brush your arm in apology.

“We have a little bit of a slow spell at the moment.” JJ’s voice came from behind you. “Thank you for taking the time to come here and look at what we’ve got.”

“Of course,” you smiled at her as you finally all stood in the room. “As I’ve told Spe—Doctor Reid, I’m glad that I can be of assistance. Can I see the pictures?” You asked.

Emily nodded and handed you a picture of a man, his skin almost gray as he lay in the riverbed. Another photograph showed his mouth wide open, a silver coin placed on his tongue.

It was nauseating, to see a body folded up into a position it naturally shouldn’t be able to fold into, but you grit your teeth and tried to look at it as a statical thing to asses.

“The coin placed in the mouth is definitely referencing Charon's obol.” You agreed with Spencer’s earlier statement, looking back up.

Before the others could answer, the door opened and a female officer came in, a file in hand.

“Thank you,” Rossi said with a smile as she handed it to him. Flipping it open, he read, “The first victim's name was Gabriel Treuden. He went missing in April two years ago.”

“Which means the UnSub kept him for about ten months. Just like his last victim.” Said the blond you came to know was Jennifer.

“Ten months you said?” You perked up. “Does he keep all of his victims for ten months?”

“That’s the assumption we are working with.” Morgan nodded, frowning a little.

“I think I know what he is doing.” You stood up quickly, walking towards the whiteboard and picking up a marker out of habit. Once a professor, always a professor. “Have you ever heard of Ostracism?”

Your hands fiddled with the pen after you finished writing the word on the board. Standing in front of the team you had only heard good things about turned out to be even more nerve-wracking than teaching a lecture in front of university students.

Spencer’s eyes lit up with recognition and he looked at you. “Of course, why haven’t I thought of that?”

Morgan and Emily glanced at each other without saying a word, but it was clear to both of them what the other was thinking: you and Spencer were made for each other.

“Care to explain to us illiterates what you geniuses are on about?” Morgan teased.

“Oh, sorry.” You said quickly. “Ostracism was an Ancient Greek tradition. It primarily took place in Athens, but other Greek communities had things similar to it, too. They would vote for a person once a year and if you won, you would be exiled for ten years, as a way to eliminate a threat identified by the community.”

“He shortened the time. Probably because his urges are too strong. A vote, most likely made by himself, a month apart instead of a year and the time he has them exiled for is ten months instead of ten years.” Spencer continued.

Hotch nodded, “Rossi, Morgan, I want you to speak with the Treuden family. Garcia, search for connections between him and the other victims and try to find out as much information about Gabriel as possible.” He told the technical analyst over the phone. Then he turned to you. “Would you be open to staying here in case anything happened?”

You nodded, smiling politely, “Of course, Mr. Hotchner.”

He gave you a small smile and looked at Spencer. Without even having to open his mouth, Spencer knew what he was going to say.

“I’ll stay, too.” He nodded.

His boss gave him a knowing look behind your back before departing.

—

The files and crime scene photos had long moved to the back of your minds as you and Spencer were left to yourselves in the conference room.

“I’m sorry for having to involve you in this situation,” Spencer said in the way he did when he was afraid of hurting people around him. “It was never my intention for us to have to hide, much less meet the team under these circumstances.”

You gave him a reassuring smile, “Spence, I really am happy to help, I promise. Your team has been so nice to me and this is why I became a professor, anyway.”

“To hide your relationship with an FBI agent from his team?” Spencer joked, tilting his head to the side.

“To be paid and valued for my rambling,” you grinned lovingly, “but, yeah, I might have had an ulterior motive when I chose my career path.”

Spencer had a look when he was happy: a small but proud smile and soft eyes. He looked at you like that now and even though you were in the middle of a police station, with the possibility of his team coming back any minute, you felt the irresponsible urge to kiss him.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Spencer huffed, fiddling with his hands.

“Like what?”

He rolled his eyes a little, “You look like a teenager in love.”

“The whole secret relationship thing has been getting to my head a little.” You laughed softly. “Sneaking around, kissing in broom closets, hiding from the adults. Those are all things my students do.”

Spencer tried his best not to squirm in his seat. You had the fascinating ability to turn him right back into the awkward nerd he thought he’d shed in prison.

It felt refreshing in ways he never thought it would. After those three month, he was convinced no one would ever make him feel like a blushing fool again. And he had never much felt like a teenager, either.

He could never tell you how thankful he was for you, no words in the English language have been invented to explain this amount of gratitude.

“We haven’t kissed in broom closets.” Spencer tried to sound as flirtatious as you, but had the feeling that he sounded more like he had no idea what to say.

“No,” he saw the way your eyes shone and already knew what you’d say next would make the flush creep higher up his neck before you said it. “But we have a few more minutes of your team being gone.”

“I guess we do.”

—

The sun was rising and your lips were bare of any lipstick, red for an entirely new reason.

The team came back just the hair of a second after you sat back down at the round table to start pretending you had gotten any work done in their absence. Bless Spencer’s feel for timing.

They weren’t able to figure out much more besides that almost all of the UnSub’s newer victims’ children went to the same high school at some point.

Just as they weren’t sure what to do next and Hotch was going to send them home, an officer stormed in. “They were able to identify the last victim. His name was Charles Smith, forty-three, also married with children.”

You glanced at the board, where the victims' pictures and personal information were pinned. They were all over forty years old. A memory came loose in your brain, but you couldn’t quite shake it free.

Older men with families…UnSub being in his early twenties…

You replayed the case details they told you in your head.

Charon’s obol…Ancient Greek…

“What is it?” Spencer asked as he saw the creases between your brows.

It clicked just as Spencer’s eyes met yours.

“Nothing, I just...The UnSub has only targeted married men over the age of forty so far, right? And you profiled that he would be about twenty years old?”

You were met with nods and looks full of confusion.

“It could be a coincidence, but given that he has made other nods to Greek mythology…We have many records that same sex relationships were something that the Ancient Greeks used as a mentorship kind of thing. The ideal relationship was a teenager and a married man with a family, so the older man could serve as a mentor to the younger.”

Spencer’s eyes had wandered to your lips while you were talking. You quietly cleared your throat with a teasing smile and Spencer’s eyes jumped back to yours.

His eyes widened. Being subtle really didn’t turn out to be his strong suit. He cleared his throat and looked away from you, but you caught the rust of blood that painted his cheeks a rosy pink.

You pretended that you didn’t notice JJ and Emily looking at both of you.

“He probably read books about Greek culture and it grew into a delusion of living in Greece in that time period. It must have been the way he coped with the abuse.” Spencer theorized, rubbing the side of his neck.

Hotch pulled out his phone. “Garcia, cross-reference the students of the high school with people who were groomed by married men while they were in their teens about eight years ago.” Hotch told Penelope. Or, well, the telephone-Penelope.

“Already done, sir.” She chirped back, keys clicking in the background. “And,” she dragged the word out as the computer loaded. “A Lenard Phillips fits the profile like I fit into Derek Morgan’s bed. Which is to say perfectly, if I might say so.”

Morgan laughed. “Address, sugar.”

“You should know by now that I'm not an amateur. The address will be on your cells quicker than you can say ‘you are out of this—”

“You are out of this world, baby girl.” Morgan grinned as he said the words at the same time as her.

You looked baffled. Spencer would have laughed if the situation wasn’t so dire. “I thought I warned you.” He leaned down to whisper in your ear.

“Has anyone ever filed a complaint?” You asked quietly.

Spencer shook his head. “Even if they tried, I think it would go nowhere.”

Hotch got up from his chair and the others followed suit. “We have no time to waste. Let’s go. Garcia, search for more on Phillips and brief us in the car.”

You watched them get into motion like a carefully choreographed stage play, all of them slipping into their roles as agents.

Following them towards the door, you found Spencer’s hand and squeezed it as a small act of love and support. He turned to look at you sorrowfully. He hated leaving you for a case, even if it wouldn’t be for long this time.

“I have to go.” He said sorrowfully. “I will call you when we've got him in custody.” He promised.

“Be careful,”

“I will.” He hesitated, eyes lingering and searching your face.

You shook your head with a smile. “You do your job and think about your well-being, don’t worry about me.”

He walked towards the door, his hand staying in yours until the distance got too big. As he walked out of the doors of the police station, you could have sworn you heard him mutter a quiet “that’s impossible” under his breath, just before the doors closed behind him.

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[bunnyluvx]

gaming w/ lads lis! ♡

featuring: xavier, zayne, rafayel, sylus & caleb x gn!reader.

warnings: minors and ageless blogs dni regardless of content.

requested by @napforalifetime | dc: @cafekitsune | wc: 1.6k | ao3

tags: fluff | established relationship | physical affection | luke and kieran mention | doxxing

a/n: I HAVE FINALLY WRITTEN CALEB AFTER ALMOST 3 MONTHS OF POSTING LADS CONTENT. i'm excited to write more for him in the future, i can tell he's gonna be really fun. also for the most part, my ideas for these scenarios surround shooter games like valorant, overwatch, marvel rivals etc, so that's what i'm going to be basing your experiences with all of the lis off of.

date started: 4:15PM, june 25th, 2025.

date finished: 5:41PM, june 28th, 2025.

xavier ♡

i think that the only way that xavier would regularly game is if he's asked to play. i don't see him turning down co-workers or friends whenever they ask him to game, and he certainly won't say no if you ask.

i imagine that he has a switch where he has some cozy games or some story-based games that he's really into. i can also see him having a console or a pc setup for when his friends/co-workers want to play, but other than that, i don't think he games much.

xavier is relatively quiet to my understanding, so i think that would continue to apply when you play video games. he pings enemies, and seemingly teleports to your side just how he does irl when you start screaming for help, but his focus is mainly on everyone around him. he catches on pretty quickly, and does really well after getting used to the controls and learning about the characters.

he also LOCKS IN when you play. sometimes, you can hear his controller's clicking sounds from just how hard he gets into it. he doesn't even notice how focused he becomes, so when you bring it up, he's surprised by himself.

xavier is a dps main. i will not explain myself

who carries depends, i think. if you guys play consistently, i think you take turns carrying. if not, you take the lead.

xavier doesn't often look at stats, but when he does and sees that you're doing well, he always makes a point to praise you. you felt accomplished before, but your boyfriend's approval seals it in for you.

xavier doesn't really look at chat either, but he is so quick to come to your defense if he sees that someone is being mean to you. their account is reported and banned not long after.

i don't see xavier doing friendly fire. mainly, i think he'd just kind of..let you do whatever. push or blast him off of the map, shoot and kill him, etc. if there's an option, and you want to have a little fight, he'll play along. he always wins and you threaten to ban him from cuddle time /j.

once he starts collecting emotes, he uses the sitting ones OFTEN between gameplay. before a match starts or between queue, you find him sitting somewhere.

LOVES playing hide and seek in custom games. mainly when you're the seeker because your taunts and giggling warm his heart.

CAN xavier get competitive? yes. DOES he? no. he doesn't care enough. he just wants to have fun and spend time with you, so winning or losing doesn't matter to him.

knows some gamer lingo, so he mostly understands you when you use it. if something is unfamiliar to him, he asks then learns something new!

zayne ♡

similar to xavier, zayne doesn't game unless you ask him to. he might have played some when he was younger out of social obligation, but not much past that. i think that he prefers card or board games.

i think that zayne is pretty decent when it comes to shooter games. he isn't the best on the team, but he's not the worst either.

the idea of you solving puzzles together in a horror/mystery game is a really interesting thought to me. that's something i think he'd be really into. he also likes games where you have to work together towards a common goal. this cutie patootie LOVES games that exercise the brain.

idk why this came to my head but he likes crossword puzzles too. if he can't think of a word, he likes to ask for your help. he loves to do them with you, too.

BACK TO VIDEO GAME TALK, zayne is a support main. he likes to feel like he's contributing and he feels really useful when he heals people :)

gets SO soft when someone thanks him for healing them. it doesn't really show but the appreciation makes him happy

stops healing teammates when they're mean to you. won't revive them or nothin. reports any bullies or game sabotage after the match is over

i think that zayne would be down for friendly fire every once in awhile. you take turns chasing each other around, and zayne is really quick so you lose him kind of easily. your giggling while you run lights up his night.

you carry for the most part. when zayne really focuses, your stats match up, but he doesn't really play enough to perform well consistently.

zayne will glance towards chat in case, and rarely ever looks at stats. i think that he likes to watch the crazy stuff people will say sometimes

isn't familiar with gamer lingo. you have to teach him almost all of it, and he appreciates the effort.

also uses sit emotes often when you're not queued up. he likes when you send him pictures of you sitting together, he thinks it's really cute

always watches out for you when you play together. pockets you sometimes when there isn't much else for him to do

i think that he can be a little competitive. he doesn't care enough to get really upset by it, but he does get peeved

gets frustrated when people spawn-camp. annoyed when people t-bag.

rafayel ♡

i don't see rafayel liking shooter games all that much. i think that he would enjoy games like minecraft more, where his creative liberty can run wild.

minecraft is now rafayel's favorite video game because i said so

makes the most gorgeous houses and structures

likes the sims too

really good with room decorating

you make yourselves as sims and have a family together

he likes games that give him various customization. he likes making things pretty

if you ask him to play a shooter game with you, he'll say yes. any time with you is time well-spent

when you do play shooter games, rafayel mains support. he gets easily annoyed when playing dps and he has little to no interest in playing tank

doesn't know gamer lingo. you use it for the first time, and he makes a joke about it. you explain to him what it meant and do so from that point forward. he incorporates it into his own language when you play now and you feel so proud watching him grow as a silly little gamer

so down for friendly fire. likes smacking you for fun. you have 1v1s and keep track of your wins. sometimes you 1v1 in games to settle arguments or disagreements and you both think it's hilarious

rafayel gets really competitive. when someone targets you or him, his mission from that point forward is to kill that person and WIN.

very defensive of you. hears someone talking badly about you in game vc and GOES OFF.

gets easily side-tracked so you have to remind him of your objective sometimes

sylus ♡

i think that he would game on his own. very rarely does he, but he enjoys his time when it happens. it gives him something to do with his time and attention. open to playing with you almost any time

sylus likes games with lots of lore. he appreciates how much effort goes into video games. he also likes decision-based games because every action that one has having consequences is something that intrigues him

puzzle games too. give this man a door he can't open and he is on the hunt for the key

tank main. he's very strategic in the ways he makes space for his team, and it satisfies him

i think that he's flexible with what roles he plays though. he does whatever is most convenient for himself and his team to try to get to a win

very down for friendly fire. likes to tease you and other people. he thinks it's funny when people get mad at him for shooting them

knows some gamer lingo because of luke and kieran, but rarely uses it. watching you use it makes him smile because he knows that means you're enjoying yourself. he also kinda pokes fun at you because some lingo is really silly

sylus is a pretty good player. he doesn't play enough to be good consistently but when he gets back into the groove after playing for awhile, you don't often lose

sylus ABSOLUTELY gets competitive. he doesn't really verbalize it, but he wants to win. i can 100% hear him saying, "is that all you can do?" and "that was too easy."

if people are mean to you because you're not good at the game, he makes sure that they can't play on their device of choice anymore. but you don't know that

caleb ♡

HE'S A GAMER BOY. THEY SAID SEE U LATER BOY /lyr

in all seriousness, caleb games often when he's not busy. you've been playing together since you were young and you both LOVE ITTT

likes horror games. phasmophobia came to mind, i think he'd like it

dps/tank main. likes killing things

he uses gamer lingo regularly when you play together and sometimes even teaches you some!

open to friendly fire. he will kill u over and over and over and over again just to annoy u

pretty good at games!!! when he does well at the end of a match he brags about just how awesome he is. you think he's awesome too but you tell him he sucks for the funnys

gets very competitive. dives head first into matches and you have to swim through what feels like seas of enemies just to find him

teaches u how to play new characters. very good teacher and always gives u the best advice to improve

will doxx someone if they're mean to you /hj

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[fairestwriting]

Could I please request Riddle with a Fem!reader/yuu (or gn! But fem! Is preferred) who tends to become triggered when people raise their voices due to some not-so-great past experiences? And if it’s not asking too much, I would like to ask for it to be in three portions: pre-overblot, post-overblot and pre-relationship, and post-relationship. Thank you very much! :3

YES!!! i love writing these kind of progressing hc stories hfhfs thank You for the request <3 i hope you like it!

Riddle Rosehearts

Considering how Riddle is before his overblot, yeah, you're not really off to the best start with your relationship— He's too focused on mantaining that arbitrary sense of order in his dorm, too aggravated by the handful of people who never quite listen, even if he doesn't mean to, he'll end up raising his voice. And he can really get quite loud.

Riddle does treat you politely, if somewhat awkwardly, when you're talking one on one. He does get a feeling you're put off by him, or something like that, but concludes it's probably just from Ace complaining about how strict he is, something like that...

It'll really take some time for him to realize exactly what the problem is. He's so desensitized to yelling too, he probably doesn't even realize he's doing it, at this point. One day, you're having lunch with Ace and Deuce, and he walks up to your table to tell Ace off for forgetting one of the many rules of the dorm, again, and that's when he finally sees your reaction from up close. The way you flinch even though his voice isn't directed at you at all.

It makes Riddle falter for just a moment, even though he still feels like he's in the right at this point. Maybe he goes on for long enough that you end up leaving, or you were just already having a not-so-great day, and it sticks to his mind. He feels this spike of guilt that's almost like it's coming from within— And he feels like he understands somehow, because he does, he just hasn't thought it through yet.

You don't hear from him much until a few days after the overblot. The incident with Ace sticks to his mind, and it comes back when he sees how distraught the whole situation leaves you. He awkwardly comes up to you to offer an apology, along with an invite to the next Unbirthday Party. "I... I wanted to say, I'm sorry for getting you involved in... all that. A-And I didn't mean to upset you when I was talking to Ace that one time. I'll do my best not to do it again."

It has been a while since the specific situation with Ace, it might be surprising to you that he remembers it, let alone that he felt the need to apologize for the whole thing... Riddle says he understands if you're uncomfortable speaking to him, that he'll leave you alone if you'd prefer, the cautiousness really contrasts with his attitude from before.

Maybe you can tell that, deep down, he relates to it. Or maybe you're still just wondering that. You do end up learning a bit about his home life during the overblot incident, after all— But he definitely doesn't mention it during his apology, nor does he ask for any explanation on why you react the way you do. It's more like unspoken understanding than anything.

He's grateful you're willing to give him any second chance at all, and determined to make sure you won't regret doing it. The Unbirthday Party turns out pretty pleasant, even if he's pretty awkward and clearly unused to it. You may or may not notice him shushing any Heartslabyul members that are being a little too loud.

It's a lot easier for you two to connect, after that. He was curious about you from the start, and he always thought you were pleasant to talk to, but was too closed off for anything to come out of it— Your bond is a little slow and cautious on both sides, and then you can definitely tell that his nervousness really peaks when he starts developing feelings for you.

And, as promised, no yelling happens within your sight ever again. He just holds back whenever you're around, at first, but it soon turns to him stopping himself even when you're nowhere to be seen. Even with "troublemakers" like Ace, whenever Riddle feels the volume of his voice rising, he stops himself. It's just not really necessary, is it? All it does is upset people, it doesn't make anyone listen to him more...

Ace comments on it one day, how it's just so crazy that Riddle's changed so quickly, especially since you two started to get closer to each other, he doesn't even yell at people anymore! There's a little joke about how "love changes people" even if you're not dating (or at least not open about dating) yet... Well, little does Ace know, he's actually right for that one.

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I want to throw my thoughts out there and gush about how good this update is even though there is no quest

SPOILERS FOR ISLEWEAVER OFC

Lore wise spiders appeared in Warframe a few times (Chains of Harrow*, Lettie using them as a metaphor for depression); the 15 fragments seem to be Rusalka's autobiographical version of the tales of Duviri: she ran away from her emotions untill she had nowhere else to go, nothing to "fill her life up with", and the indifference jumped at her moment of weakness. Ofc the spider (Wally) saying he could "eat up" all of her worries and finally eating her is just a perfect fairytale way to put her fate into words. Instead of fixing the things that make her sad, envious, angry, he "kills" her, then she can't feel bad anymore. Here's a KIM chat with Lettie that explains it well:

Drifter: You've mentioned the spiders before, a metaphor for depression, I assume?

Lettie: Ay si. Something I've had all my life. Stupid little things in my head that tell me lies. Little things that whisper to me things that I believe when I am too stupid and fall for it.

[...]

Lettie: Then you truly understand what it's like, mi corazon. They are little pinches cabronas. But they are liars remember that always. This kind of sadness is small but it can be a poison if you let it get too strong**. Mi mama had it all her life so I have seen the toll it takes.

Lettie: But here is why I call them spiders. Because you can take a newspaper can roll it up into a tube. And CRUSH THEM. They are small and easily broken.

Lettie points out that this destructive force (depression in her case, indifference in the story at large) is not that strong, but it's steady and unrelenting. Kinda like how the murmur's assault on Albrecht's lab is described in the codex. **I also think that Rusalka slowly poisoning herself with effervon is just another nice symbolic layer to this.

When she brings her self-poisoning up, she also says that the indifference offered her new life. It made a pact the same way it did with the tenno, catching her at the lowest point in her life. We have no idea what the nature of her (and ours tbh) deal really is so this is heavy speculation. I don't think Rusalka is all gone (the secret message for her parents and some of her dialogue in Duviri make it seem like she's working with Wally, instead of being a hollowed out meatsuit). The man in the wall is using her, she's sort of given up on herself. She saw no other way out of her situation in Höllvania. She ran off to Duviri with Wally believing there is no possibility of things getting better. The fragments are a tragic realization of what got her up to that point of no return.

*The story of the corpses on the other hand plays well with what we hear from Rell. He mentions baby spiders eating their mother. Wally definitely remembers this since he was stuck hyper focusing on Rell for a long time. Velimir's and Minerva's corpse entries? stories? what am I writing... are obviously both about parenthood.

Minerva's directly mentions baby spiders eating their mother to "become strong" (I don't remember well but maybe Erra says something like that to Lotus... the scope of this post is beyond me rn). I have a feeling that what Wally did with the Tenno was an experiment****. Nature vs nurture sort of thing. How would two identical children turn out if they grew up in totally different environments (Drifter and the Operator ofc). Idk why the indifference decided the parents must die in both cases, at that point, but since the void exists outside of time it's hard to say anything concrete really.

In Velimir's fragment the queen emphasizes how the parents turned on their children first, not just all adults.

(Screenshots from @tennospaceboots)

Tagfer theorized that Wally just wants to know about humans, the real world. So I don't think it's out of the question he used the Zariman as a fucked up experiment on human nature. I think the last line from Velimir's fragment speaks volumes:

The same crack runs through everything, kiddo, she explained. You want to deny it, that's on you.

I think what we see in these fragments is Wally speaking through Rusalka, as opposed to the fragments which are purely Rusalka. In that quote Wally gives his "thesis" on the human condition. Human nature is contradictory, as an outsider he sees all happiness as fleeting, and a cause for further suffering. He cannot wrap his head around this contradiction***, of love causing pain (parents holding themselves to a too high standard [the final secret Kim chat with Minerva and Velimir show that ultimately, even thought their family was torn apart, they still found peace], lovers separated [Albrecht and Loid]), he cannot see how it could be worth it. It's probably by his nature, he's the indifference after all. Makes me wonder if he considers, after seeing the differences between Drifter and Operator, if he could have been completely different if the circumstances of his "coming into being" were changed. If his body wasn't torn and stolen from him, used by unknown others, abused by Entrati. I prefer to interpret Albrecht's first meeting with the indifference as unfortunate, I don't think he could have reacted differently, he was probably like 2% as afraid as were the Cavia when he met face to face with Wally for the first time. I have plenty sympathy for him, which is why I love the story of Warframe so much. You can have sympathy for everyone EXCEPT THE OROKIN, THE HUMAN ROOT OF ALL EVIL.

***As a sidenote maybe that's why he hates us mixing elements into more complicated forms, symbolism etc. idk it's 4 am now.

****I think the line "No one has a greater imagination than a scared child" is backing this up, good God why doesn't the wiki have the quotes yet.... : (

I think when we find out more about his deal with the Lotus this whole thing will be more fleshed out. Is Wally saying (in the Minerva fragment) that we will learn that lesson by "eating" her? (Lotus eaters hello) I sure hope not. The sentients have the most cool, unusual and amazing family relations so I'm excited how DE will explore that.

This could be a whole fucking video at this point, Socratetris and Stallord I'm coming for your gig (no I'm not).

Now for the most important part of the post:

The forefathers of your forefathers looked into the shining heart of an atom, scribbled their clever equations, and ripped it apart. Did they spare a thought for the age-old love between proton and neutron? Or did they only think of the bountiful energy they could harvest?

I've been emotional about Warframe a few times but this hit me harder than a ton of Quorvexeseses. It's so simple yet so beautifully poetic I'm not even going to try to give a shitty explanation. Wally I love you and I'm so sorry.

And here I'll throw some random extra thoughts that are unrefined (I know the shit above is also unrefined but you know):

I think people have a tendency to overcomplicate things with Warframe's story, which I don't blame them, the story is a mess lol. But some of the theories I've seen on Oraxia's origin are jumping through too many hoops (am I a hypocrite now). I think she was a guardian Warframe for Entrati the same way Protea was for Parvos Granum. He was the most important scientist in the empire, seems logical that Ballas would give him a guardian.

Also wtf does Thrax mean that he was the most of a father we ever got.

A strange idea came into the Orphan's mind. The Queen knew at once that the Glory was at work within them, just as it worked within her, but she held her peace. - this line still puzzles me, ofc we see the indifference exercising control over Rusalka and the glory is a name the indifference chose for, well indifference, but what idea came into the orphan's mind?

It's kinda interesting that Wally himself seems kind of contradictive. If he's indifferent why does he even bother interacting with humanity? Why is conceptual embodiment a thing if the void "craves stillness, emptiness". He is so interesting. Maybe he wants to be human. He wants the contrast. He wants what he doesn't, and maybe even, can't have.

[mandalhoerian]

❥⼺ still wakes the drowned god

⸻ summary: Your life as the Witch of the Abyssal Rift is turned upside down when the Kraken God awakens from his cursed slumber deep within the Abyssal Trench and seeks you out with one simple request: "Come to me."

The subsequent seduction and beckoning that follow will either lead you into a trap, or bind you in a deal you can't back out of. But it's too late now. You're already a reef fish curling into the silk of an anemone, thinking it found a bed, not teeth.

⸻ warnings: dream sex (consent is there but i will still add dubious consent just in case), ritual sex, tentacle sex (consentacles), he is AN OCTOPUS WAIST DOWN, freak shit, monsterfucking i guess, badly depicted witchcraft and deity work im so sorry if any witch or pagan reads this pls it's fictional 😭 canon compliant ending, apologies in advance

⸻ before you read: this is based on the 4-star fragrant dream card and that one line in forgotten sea about lemurians turning into monsters without light. you don't have to read fragrant dream to understand this, though. the rafayel depicted here is also the sea god rafayel in his myth(s) and not current canon rafayel, so he might read differently. I took liberties with the sea cursing them both, so it's technically alternate universe canon divergence. the majority of this was written before tears of romirro dropped, so any similarities (such as rafayel being chained in the trench 😭) are NOT intentional. seriously, check my blog.

also, i would like you to shut your brain off if you're somehow knowledgable about the ocean and sea animals and ecology in any way shape or form. magical kelp grows where i say it grows and fantasy animals exist at which depth i deem they can exist. this is a tentacle monsterfucking fic don't look to me for scientific accuracy. if i see one person go "an anglerfish can't go that deep" i will delete my entire blog. thank you.

⸻ author's note: this fic absolutely DEVOURED my life to the point i went mia on my own blog. i damn near lost my mind writing it like this is my first time prewriting and publishing a work this long.

because of this, you will find the entirety of the work chapter by chapter on ao3, published at the same time. i really can't be bothered with posting them here one by one because the interaction drops dramatically and only the chapter(s) with smut get traction. so. boom. get cozy, get some snacks. or don't and pace yourself and finish it slowly, but i hope you enjoy!

please please let me know what you thought! i dont know when this'll go live and if it'll come out around his new myth but happy late mermay i guess LMAOOOOOOO (note to myself: yes this is dropping after the myth. look up at the fuckass banner you had to make so rafayel's tits wouldnt get sent to superhell by tumblr.) divider modified from here.

⸻ word count: 97K

❥⼺ READ ON AO3

[shadycrowengineer]

I don't normally write commentary for the fics I read, but I will make an exception.

-This is my raw opinion after reading, if you don't like it, too bad. (I do care, please don't harass me about it. It is just something I want to talk about.)

-Also, probably will delete this in the morning. I'm writing this at 2am and I feel the need to be insufferable about the soup that's slipping around in the noggin

This series is honestly tragic. I've read a lot of fictions, and this series handles Dead Doves in a tasteful way. It really isn't like others that I have seen where it romanticizes and shows a very... "Rose colored glasses" version. This gets into the grit and rot that lies in these topics. Its difficult to write about certain topics as is, but to frame it in a way that still shows it in the deserving light and not in a romanticized way is a talent.

Now onto the Reader's role as the victim and how it is portrayed. Chefs kiss, no notes. Beautiful and Tragic.

It is so nice to see T.S. get his karma and to watch as R untangles themself from the strings that he had wrapped around them. I often find it difficult to read stories where our view point is that of the abused due to my own history, I wasn't abused by any means, but I was groomed in my younger years during a difficult time by people I thought I could trust. I have been taken advantage of by people older than me when I was just too young to understand what was happening. So to see a character go through something similar and feel things similar to myself is in some odd way validating.

Back to the note about untangling strings, the way things unravelled honestly made that moment of when they decided to leave so much more impactful. Them having second thoughts because they in some ways believe that there is still room for change in T.S. I mean the sheer amount of lovebombing (and yes, I would consider some of those moments, especially in Ch. 5, lovebombing.) from someone that was essentially supposed to play a guiding role in their life. I mean, Father is the wrong word, but for someone that just swooped in and took them, deceiving them kindness, and then once he knew he had her, started down the horrible path, THAT AS AN ADULT he should have never taken. The idea that, "well he's back to the way he was when I was younger, before he got addicted, " is so hugely hinted at through the entire chapter. Seeing them detach themselves from him more and more, and then the moment they catch their chance to leave, they suddenly wonder that maybe, just maybe, he is turning around and being better. Which of course outside reasoning makes them take the step to leave. Which is damn near exactly what happens in life.

I honestly believe most people deserve second chances, but in some cases, the crime committed doesn't warrant a second chance. In this case the crime committed could never be paid back.

Even though this is fiction, I can't help but relate to some of the things that R is put through. It portrays real life issues in a masterful way. I honestly enjoyed reading this. I loved how much thought was put into the character's relationships and how it correlates to the storyline. The story takes time to view how the events affect each character.

Anyways I am gonna cut this here. I don't expect anyone to read this before I remember to delete it.

Remember, this is just soup that I decided I had to spit out onto a post so I would quit thinking about it, it's not meant to be insightful, it's really just for me to talk about how I feel.

── STANDING NEXT TO YOU ; dazai osamu x fem!reader

synopsis ;

╰─▸ ❝ he is someone you should truly stay away from because every smile of his drips with danger, every laugh is coated with mystery and every touch has tragedy lingering yet that's the only thing you can't bring yourself to do -- staying away from him. especially when he seeks you out himself. ( 51.8k wc). ❞

warnings ;

╰─▸ racer!zai. age gap. dazai is twenty two while reader is barely in early twenties, nineteen to be exact. angst. romance. tragedy. illegal racing and illegal activities. port mafia is in here too. dazai has smoking addiction. drug addiction. toxic workplace. reader works at a club. sexual harassment. abuse. prostitution though it's mentioned lightly. uses of whore, slut etc in a derogatory way. pedophilic behaviour and pedophilia, rape, mentions of grooming.

sincerely.

01. i push up on this funk, give me miracles 5.5k wc

02. all night long we rock to this 9.07k wc

03. it's deeper then the pain 12.1k wc

04. something they can't take away 14.2k wc

05. standing next to you 10.6k wc

[luigisbambinaaa]

hi everyone,

it feels extremely ridiculous to have to write all this out. i was sent this video of luigi speaking in a group chat with zero context, meaning i was unaware that this was a widely gatekept video. personally, i did not choose to gatekeep it because i wanted to share the video with ALL my girls on tumblr, hence all the hashtags. i did not post this for likes, comments, or reblogs--i posted this simply because i knew all my girls on here would GREATLY appreciate hearing his voice.

i have NEVER entertained drama on this blog and have tried my best to keep this blog strictly luigi orientated, but this is childish. i posted this without any ill intent and the reactions were quite literally so fucking immature. i am very glad as time has passed and almost everyone has been able to calm down and take accountability for what was said in the heat of the moment. i have honestly been speechless for hours and my thumbs ache from all the back and forth ive been doing because of this. i TRULY appreciate everyone that has reached out to me, defended my character, and kept me up to date with what has been said in the last few hours.

i have tried my best to remain a friendly and respectful individual by ignoring certain things said time and time again fyi. this is probably unnecessary but i cannot bring myself to post without saying this. vers is a friend of almost all my good friends on here so i have always tried to give the benefit of the doubt but i am floored at this statement, "if we had fulfilling lives we wouldn't be so upset over any of this." every single friend i have made on here and talk to daily are employed, in school, or directly a part of the health care field, myself included. i did not see anyone else but her and her friends upset at this video being posted so im not sure who this shouldve been directed towards.

i saw the anon message saying that palmers was implying that i leaked the video and i want to say i appreciate palmers being able to take accountability and explain the situation to everyone. palmers was the very first friend i EVER made and she encouraged me to start writing and i have loved every minute of it. i love sharing my ideas with everyone and i am hoping i will be allowed to go back to that. really what kills me here is that without fail this shit is walked over and us smaller blogs forever deal with hate no matter how long time goes by. i have always voiced this frustration with my friends and i knew drama was inevitable, but i did not think it would come so soon.

i have unfollowed individuals that have said questionable things and have rubbed me the wrong way and if anything i say here has done the same to you i kindly ask you unfollow me, the hate and death threats i have gotten are so unnecessary, please touch grass! i have been long time fans even when i was a lurker of some of these accounts but i can no longer hide my disdain. i hope we can all move forward and STOP FUCKING LOSING THE PLOT.

thanks for reading, this is just me spilling my thoughts and not proof read or anything, i have tried to be as authentic as possible and i am not going to apologize for sharing this video because i do not see the point in it. i love you all and i hope i can get back to writing idk i feel in a very awkward position.

ITS FREE LUIGI MANGIONE !!!!!!!! DONATE TO HIS FUND, KEEP TALKING ABOUT HIM, WRITE TO HIM, SEND PHOTOS TO HIM !!!!!!

[laviniaaaaass]

Yours, from Vegas.

༊·˚ Trope: VSAngel!reader x Idol!Park-Sunghoon, in which, reader, a famous VS Angel at the peak of her career, arrives at the ‘Caesars Palace’ Hotel in the capital of Gambling, the ‘City that never sleeps’, for this summer’s VS runway show, and bonds with the world-wide famous idol over fame-lead burnouts and stolen collagen water.

༊·˚ WARNINGS!!:fluff, crack, cussing, my terrible attempt at humour, reasonable interactions, mention of violent acts, mention of gambling and alcohol, reader is kinda unhinged(?), Sunghoon is up in the clouds, slow-burn.!!I think that’s all!!

𝔁𝓸𝔁𝓸~𝒦𝐼𝐿𝐿𝐼𝒩’ 𝐼𝒯 𝒢𝐼𝑅𝐿• 𝒥-𝐻𝒪𝒫𝐸 𝒜𝒩𝒟 𝒢𝐿𝒪𝑅𝐼𝐿𝐿𝒜

!!Written by @laviniaaaaass (heeseungz), original work, do not repost, edit or steal in any way. if you think I owe you any kind of credits, please dm me with some sort of proof (example: pictures used being yours, a photo of your account that published them BEFORE I used them) and I’ll be glad to give them to you and tag you, or even edit my post if you don’t feel comfortable with your materials being used! 💗

!!Before you start-> this is my first work, if you guys have any ideas on how to improve my writing or posts in general, feel free to comment! I hope you like this!

001. ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴍᴀᴢɪɴɢ ᴛᴀʟᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ’ɪ’ᴍ ʙᴜʀɴᴛᴏᴜᴛ, ʜᴇʟᴩ.’

Vegas was…a lot.

Teen you had dreamed of it: the tall buildings, the enormous hotels and casinos, buzzing music and flickering lights shimmering around the streets, and the rhythmic beat of high heels against the pavement. And now you were there, (blocked in McCarran Airport waiting for your luggage, but it’s okay girl, shh-), Vegas, ‘The Adult Disneyland’. The Big Dream. But the hoard of paparazzis (or ‘paps’, as your mother jokingly called them), had drained all of your energies, you had reached your melting point a few months prior, honestly, a busy schedule and society’s kind words were at fault, in a world where being a woman is already difficult, using your immagine as your source of income meant constantly being underestimated, or classified as ‘shallow’. From the moment you had exited the plane, to the very last second before you would have entered your cab, you would have had them after your ass. It didn’t matter that those probably were the same people who thought you were nothing more than your body, the ones you had to subtly whiplash during interviews with a kind smile and a sharp comment, they were there. It was infuriating, to say at least. At these thoughts, your jaw clenched so tightly your molars ached. The security was now escorting you to pick up your suitcase, shielding your frame with their own bodies as you walked towards the baggage reclaim carousel, occasionally adjusting your headphones over your ears, making your many earrings jiggle soundly, or pushing your glasses back over the bridge of your nose. You remained in complete silence, didn’t speak a word. In such a crowded place, your only true companions were the music blasting in your ears in attempt to soothe the overwhelming environment, and yourself. But the cameras were everywhere.

Stretching your arms above your head?

They were watching.

Fiddling with your phone in search of a fitting playlist?

They were trying to peek at your screen.

It was dismaying: a frenzy of informations and emotions you haven’t asked for nor owned were being flooded over your persona, and the worst part was that these people didn’t even understand it. It didn’t matter that at the end of the day, being a powerful figure or not, being able to remain stoic whilst getting doxxed or not, it really was tiring. You did enjoy the attention and support, especially from the youngest fans, who you always tried to give your best for. Smiled a little more for, took a few more photos with for, made an autograph that was just a little more artsy for. Just because they didn’t know any better. They couldn’t tell how uncomfortable such an amount of attention made you, nor realised how creepy it could be to hear your name being called from the other end of the street from a complete stranger. They joyful spontaneity and sincerity brought you joy. You knew it wasn’t exactly fair by ‘legal’ term and yada yada yada…’your fans are your clients’ typa bullshit, but after beating yourself over this same topic for months, you had labeled it as ‘fan service rebellion’. A few (hopefully) harmless actions that kept you alive as a person before of a ‘celebrity being’, by choosing how to interact with people. And now, as Sweat prickled at the nape of your neck, beneath the drape of your own hair, and slid down inside of your T-shirt’s collar, running along your spine, making you almost shiver because of how cold the airport AC was making the gates, in front of all of these supposedly mature people, you didn’t regret it. Your fame had gotten to a point where it was borderline ridiculous, and they were the proof. You were one more ‘smile for the camera!’ away from throwing your duffle bag over a determined journalist’s head, tempted to hammer his brain, if there was one, with the left side, which securely pocketed your Pc. Girl, let’s not. The bastard had been clinging to your side from the exact second he spotted you, phone glued into his hand, fingers curled so tightly around it wonders the screen hadn’t cracked yet, recording everything and everyone while barking ‘I love you’ in a pidgin English, that had a pedantic note to it, cringing you. Seriously, his voice was irking. The dude was ruining your mother tongue. And who did he think he was? You didn’t even know him, and he was shouting a ‘love confession’ to you in the middle of a crowded airport. The most you could do, and did, was shooting him a death glare from behind the lens of your glasses and carrying on, disregard the aching pain stinging the back of your knees, favour of the long flight. Unfortunately, the paps’ shouting kept on, and the your distaste for the situation began to show more and more over your traits: the progressive furrowing of your dark eyebrows and your eyes sharpening behind the slim frame of your rectangular glasses. By the time of passports-check, they were hanging by the tip of your nose, and your jaw was clenched set. Damn girl, annoyed much? Hell yeah.

The next day, the jet-leg was a perfect excuse for having spent the first hours after your awakening buried in the hotel room’s duvet, cherishing the cotton scent and heavenly material. As you wrapped your shoulders, exposed bare from the tank top you wore as a pyjamas, the soft shuffling of the sheets gifted you a subduing embrace, much different from yesterday’s chaotic places. You inhaled such fragrance, determined to find more moments like this during your permanence in Vegas. The ‘Cesar Palace’s’ suites offered a king sized bed and a bunch of trashy room decor, such as a cheeky porcelain leopard with fake red rubies as eyes, that seemed to be mocking you. Emerging from the duvet, you stared straight back at it. Eyes groggy from sleep, brows knitted together in sleepy-confusion and a day-old face of makeup still on because ‘who cares’ had been the last thought that crossed your exhausted mind before face-planting into the mattress the night before. It was a tacky mimic of the animal, grotesquely painted and placed on the coffee table just because, it had no emotional value nor a motive , and, to your tired mine, it almost seemed done on purpose. Bitch, I’ll throw you out of the window. The small statue just stared back at you. Try me, hoe. Your fingers curled around the hem of the mattress, gripping the soft material. And that’s how you got up.

Fifteen minutes later, you were at the hotel’s gym, and the porcelain monster rested into your suite bathroom’s bin.

Tell me if you guys want a part 2!💗🫶

[bishlova-ship]

My headcanon for that one Mafia Bro who asked Kate for relationship advice is that he just keeps showing up entirely unprompted at the most random of times for more advice. Then, eventually one day he invites her to his wedding. She attends, chaos ensues at some point, because why wouldn't it?

He asked her for advice twice in just a few days. Pretty sure Kate's officially his couples therapist at this point.

ANYHOW.... That said, I have a snippet from a fic that I sort of abandoned two months ago in favor of the two I'm working on now that brings the mafia bro into the story for just a moment. It was fun as hell to write, but I don't know if it'll ever see the light of day since I abandoned said fic. Anyhow, here is the mafia bro bit that may never see the light of day if I don't post it here! ___________________________ (For context for this snippet, it is from Yelena's POV as she's watching Kate from afar. For research, of course... Kate has just gotten back from a jog when she encounters the mafia bro)

“What are you doing here? Uh… whatever your name is,” Kate inquired.

“Sergei. Like I said last time – Maroon 5 was great! Now girlfriend mad about something else. What to do, bro?”

Kate lifted an eyebrow at this.

“Well… what’s she mad about?” Kate asked, arms crossing.

Really, Kate? Yelena thought. You are giving relationship advice to someone who once tried to kill you? You are unbelievable.

“She thinks I am in relationship with colleague,” Sergei groaned, throwing his hands up.

Kate let out a startled laugh as she doubles over, barely able to contain herself. “Dating one of the tracksuits?”

“What? No! New job. Call center,” Sergei said.

“You… you work at a call center now?”

“Da,” Sergei nodded gravely, eyes wide as if he was working somewhere much more heinous his previous line of work.

Yelena rolled her eyes. God, this woman’s life is weird.

“Okay. By the way, I’m gonna start charging you for these little sessions. To answer your question though, I don’t know, maybe tell her something really sweet and vulnerable. Like about how there's no way you'd get with your coworker, and how she's the only one for you... Or something. Hell, I don’t know…Your love life sounds complicated.”

“Okay. I try. I tell you how it goes sometime.” He says as he turns to leave, waving his hand.

“Yeah, okay, and just… maybe don’t show up here again out of the blue,” Kate called after him. “Or like… send a letter in the mail or something. A heads up. Honestly anything other than just showing up.”

Really, Kate Bishop? Yelena thought, laughing to herself. What even is your life?

[dark-lord-of-awesomeness]

Hi!!

Could I hear more about the wizard au but post reconciliation?

I want ford to be proud of stan and show off his cool wizard brother <33

Love your writing!!

Hello!

And sure! First let me get how everything goes down chronologically. I'm thinking the timeline of events goes as such:

Stan suddenly becomes a wizard unexpectedly, while Fords been trying for years without success

Ford runs into Stan in the Wizard City and learns not only is Stan a wizard, he became one a month ago with 0 wizard training of one of the most prestigious wizard towers there is. Stan's tower is full of generations of wizard hoarding and has a rich history of powerful wizards. The tower itself is mega enchanted, whoever the wizard is there automatic becomes a high standing member of Wizard society.

Stan's a big deal, Ford is the scientist on the edge of wizard society. Ford rages and seethe but while Stan does think it'd funny and is giddy at having something Ford wants (true sibling behavior really) he also sees this as his opportunity to bond with Ford, fix that bridge and be brothers

Two of them hang out, Stan showing off magic stuff and getting Ford into wizard places he normally wouldn't be allowed. More and more it becomes obvious that the wizards prefer Stan and don't care for Ford as much, and the dynamic shift isn't something either of them handles well. Stan gets a little in his head from smugness and imposter syndrome, Ford seethe and feels wronged by it all

Spell incident. Stan's happy Fords helping him, and Fords trying to be supportive, like how Stan was when they were kids.

It goes terribly

Ford feels the Big Guilt. BUT! Unlike Stan he'll he the bigger person (note, Ford does not know Stan's been homeless or how awful his life's been at this point, just thought Stan either has 2 homes or ditched the other one once he got a tower. Stans been acting so nonchalant about the whole thing in his eyes stan thinks this is a joke)

Ford goes to Stan's tower to apologize, somehow does such a bad job they get into a yelling match. Ford goes on about how Stan ruined his life, cheated his way into being a wizard, is getting everything Fords been working towards for years on no effort, doesn't take any of this seriously, rubs it in his face that hes a wizard, and is a selfish jerk. Stan yells about how Ford ditched him, ruined his life, and can't even be happy Stan found a single thing. Everything has to be about Ford! Ford has to be the successful one! Ford has to be the genius! Ford gets all the cool titles and trophies and life prospects! And the moment Stan finally, finally found something that he thought Ford had nothing to do with, it's to find Ford again! Fords already a scientist and has a million PhDs and has a house and grants, why can't Ford let him have this one thing! Why can't Ford be happy Stan finally did something by himself! Sure Stan might not know why the old wizard guy picked him but you knew what! Stan likes magic! He likes being a wizard! Magics fun and cool and all the other wizards actually like him! Why can't Ford support Stan like Stan supported him their whole childhood!

(Stan is wearing a wizard get up during this btw, like this)

The big sad happens. Ford gets kicked out by the tower for making Stan sad, then storms off when he can't get in. Goes home, gets a call from his ma, finally process the fact that if Stan's been treated their whole childhood like how Fords been treated now then yeah, it would be nice to find someplace that gets you. Ford found Fiddleford and gravity falls and he's a scientist already and there's no rules making it so not being a wizard means he can't do magic. It's just a title. And Stan's been. Very childish about it, but so have all the other wizards. All of them actually. They all do weird vague nonsense stuff like Stan and he thought they had wizard secrets but what if that's just how wizards are.

Round 2 of apologies.

Stan's wizard tower is sad because Stan is sad. Fords gotta fight his way to the top floor to talk to his bro who's eating chips in bed and watching wizard drama TV and has no idea Fords fighting for his life a few floors below him. Finally burst in, blurts about how he is proud of Stan he was just frustrated and jealous that Stan understood magic and was a wizard and he's sorry about the spell and please let's just start over. Stan sniffs, accepts apology, mutters about how he's also sorry and didn't mean to be a wizard and maybe got too into showing off. Didn't know what was happening really or what he's doing, just wanted to have fun with Ford :(

They hug. Huzzah!

That got longer then I meant it to. Really got too into the fight stuff in a fit of passion.

But now they are two bros, one still a little salty about the wizard thing but now not directed at Stan about it. Ford also has a job he needs to do, so Ford will do research while Stan does wizard stuff and becomes the Wizard of Mystery, doing Mysterious Things. (I'm thinking Mystery Towers lowest floor is turned into the Mystery Shack, but more real. Stan's slapping magic and making taxidermy animals and gets a mix of other wizards who want to by stuff and like his style and regular tourists. Think normal gift shop vs Mystery shack after hours, where the reg folks get non magic bits and bobs and the wizards can buy living hands and funky Mystery potions. Stan makes them in his free time and true to name has no idea what any of them do. It's a surprise every time).

Then they'll hang out and flip flop between going on expeditions into the woods where Fords looking for anomalies and Stan's stuffing things in his bottomless wizard robes, and Wizard Quests where Stan has to run errands but it's wizard errands so he goes to the fish market on the bottom of the sea to buy fresh fish and he has to battle a giant octopus for the best tuna while Fords interviewing mermaids about their society.

Basically every other week they hang out in each other's genres and Stan goes to support Fords science things like presentations, helps get him rare materials, uses his wizard library pass to let Ford check out books at The Forbidden Library!!!! (thunder strikes) while Ford helps him bounce spell and exhibit ideas, goes to the Wizard Arena where wizards show off to support him, and goes on whacky wizard adventures.

Then they both smack talk and make fun of everyone else. Very proud of each others achievements, even if Stan doesn't really get the science stuff and Ford seethes about wizard society.

[paramountinplace]

Always Got Your Back - Little!Van, CG!Shauna

Summary: After a run-in with a nosy woman out at the store, Shauna finds herself feeling extra protective of Van the next time they go out in public. Based vaguely on this post/ask! I enjoyed writing the dynamic of these two a lot

It's not like it happens often. At first, it was almost constant—the whispers and stares as passersby craned their necks to see if they really had just recognized that one girl from the covers of the grocery store tabloids and news channels. Their faces are plastered everywhere for a while and going out in public becomes a chore, faces hidden behind sunglasses and ball caps or hoods drawn up to hide their hair. It dies down after a time, once the camera crews stop trying to hound them and they stop receiving e-mails asking to interview them. There's a few lawyers involved in it all somewhere, but Shauna's never paid too much attention to them. She manages to get away unnoticed a lot of the time because she's average height and her hair isn't anything special and she knows how to make herself blend into the background.

So, she stops thinking about it after a while. She doesn't double check that Van has a hood she can draw up to cover her face or that Misty tugs a hat down over her curls to make themselves just a little less recognizable because she hasn't been stopped in the aisle of a store for ages.

Mari's trailing her around the grocery store, begging for various treats that Lottie would never let her get if she was doing the shopping and Shauna relents on a few of them because Mel's giving her puppy eyes. They've lost track of Van at some point, but Shauna's sure they'll run into her again soon because they're about to pass the candy aisle and the chances of Van being there are pretty high.

"Mel, do you remember if Gen wanted the blue bread or the red bread?" She asks, holding up two different loaves. Mel stares for a long moment before pointing at the blue one and Shauna prays silently that she's correct. Gen gets a little picky with bread and won't eat it if it's not the exact brand and type that she likes.

"Can we get white bread?" Mari asks. "It's been ages since we've had it."

Shauna pauses, considering. Truth be told, she kind of misses having white bread in the house too. It really does make sandwiches that much better. She's about to agree when something in her chest flips over and she feels a sense of urgency creep in.

"Not today," she tells Mari. She tries to keep her voice calm, because nothing is wrong, per se, she's just got an odd feeling. "Let's try to find Van now, okay?"

Mari and Mel nod, pulling out ahead of Shauna. They round a corner before she can and almost immediately, Mel's running back into the aisle with a worried expression on her face.

"There's a lady talking to Van," she blurts out, hushed. Shauna bites back a few choice expletives.

"Watch the stuff please," she instructs, striding forward. Mari's hovering anxiously at the end of the next aisle and Shauna directs her back to where Mel is standing before setting her sights on Van, all the way at the other end of the aisle. A blonde lady is standing by her and talking, hands flinging around in front of her wildly. Van's shoulders are drawn up tensely, hands twisting around each other as she fidgets uncomfortably, unspeaking.

"—saw the special they did on that one network, you know the one, and they had this horrid reenactment, oh it was so graphic—"

She cuts herself off when she sees Shauna storming towards them, eyes flickering in recognition. Her mouth is opening again, but Shauna beats her to it, making sure Van sees her before she slides an arm around her shoulders.

"Nope. Bye."

"But I—"

Shauna puts her hands over Van's ears as she steers her in the opposite direction, not bothering with a glance back at the lady. She can vaguely hear her talking after them, but she's not really listening, blood roaring in her ears.

She should have thought to have Van stick closer by or to wear a hoodie or something. Just last week she had been jeered at while out with Laura Lee and Lottie by a pair of young boys, which had had Laura Lee positively fuming. Shauna wasn't sure she'd ever heard the blonde use as many dirty words as she had while recounting the scenario to her and Tai after getting home.

She should have given the lady a right smack in the jaw, just to teach her a little lesson about stopping traumatized young women out in public, she thinks bitterly. Her hands feel white hot over Van's ears and she takes them off quickly, settling them on Van's shoulders instead as they approach Mari and Mel.

"Shauna?" Mari's voice is small and a little scared, which makes the roar in her ears calm some. She takes stock. She's walking too fast, pushing Van a little too strongly out in front of her, face contorted angrily. Her whole body is tense and she tries to take in a deep breath before she replies. She loosens her hold on Van's shoulders.

"Sorry, bud," she murmurs. Van doesn't reply, but she doesn't move away from Shauna either. A little louder, she repeats herself. "Sorry, guys. Everything's fine. I'm not mad."

"You look mad," Mari replies warily.

"I'm not mad at you," she corrects, fighting to keep her voice gentle. She isn't mad at them, not at all, but sometimes, it's hard to keep her anger from bubbling up and over. She's so frustrated with that random lady for stopping Van to babble about her scars insensitively that it's making her whole body thrum with energy, tightening her shoulders and fists without her consent.

She's about to bite out something about stranger danger, maybe a little harsher than intended, but she feels a hand slip into hers and it stops her again. Van, looking wan and defeated, is inching closer to Shauna's side. She twines their fingers together and stares up at Shauna with an expression she can't quite read, but cools some of the fire building up in her chest.

Van's like that sometimes.

Sometimes, Van and Shauna can go in circles at each other, firing off arguments about usually pointless things until they're both fuming and dry in the throat.

Other times, usually when Van is quiet and small and would sooner run and hide than put up any kind of fight, Shauna feels an overwhelming surge of protectiveness for the other girl.

"I'm not mad at you guys," she repeats, softer than she'd fully expected of herself. "I'm frustrated with the woman who stopped Van to talk to her, because that's not a very nice thing to do."

Mel is studying Van carefully, concern painted across her face at the way Van is clinging to Shauna's side.

"I don't think we need any white bread," Mari murmurs, looking up at Shauna earnestly. She feels a rush of affection for Mari, who can be so combative but always tries her best to be helpful in moments like these, and nods.

"I'd agree, Mar. Let's get checked out and get out of here."

Van helps them unload the groceries onto the conveyer belt and accepts a bag to carry in each hand, but her movements are mechanical and she almost drops the bag with the eggs. Mel is talking softly, going on about something Shauna thinks might be related to the movie they watched last night.

She pauses by Van's door as she passes by to the driver's seat, leaning forward under the guise of helping the redhead with her seat buckle.

"You gonna be okay for the drive? Or do you want to sit up with me?"

Van's eyes flicker to Shauna at the offer, indecision playing out across her face. She keeps quiet, letting Van work through whatever it is that's going on in her mind. Mari and Mel are chattering on her other side—they've taken one of the smaller cars.

"Sit with you," Van finally whispers, wiggling out of her seatbelt.

She doesn't fight when Shauna tells her to strap in once she's in the passenger seat, but she keeps a hand on the release latch, gnawing at her cheek as Shauna starts up the car. She's not sure if she should be talking to keep Van calm, but they've never really been the most talkative pair, so she opts to just tune into the conversation happening behind them.

Mel is trying to convince Mari to pick another Ninja Turtle movie for her choice of movie that night, but Mari's stubborn about her Barbie pick, which Shauna's pretty sure Mel secretly really enjoys. The blonde is probably fighting for the Ninja Turtle movie for Van's sake, who finds the Barbie movies amusing, but not as much as the others.

Once they're home and the groceries have been unloaded, Shauna finds herself with a shadow. Van trails her from room to room, keeping her distance, but refusing to stray too far away. Eventually, Shauna just settles in the sitting room where Laura Lee is and watches as Van takes a hesitant seat nearby.

"C'mere, tiger," she murmurs, lifting an arm to invite her over. Van obeys, scooting closer and resting her head on Shauna's shoulder instinctively. Shauna opens her book and begins to read aloud softly, missing the way Laura Lee smiles at them, focused more on the way Van's shoulders slowly begin to lose some of their tension.

She reads for nearly an hour, stopping only when she feels Van's body go sleep-limp against her.

For the rest of the afternoon, Van sticks close to Shauna, peeling herself away only when Tai comes home from work. Still in her pressed clothing, Tai lets Van collapse into her arms and gives Shauna a questioning look over her head. They discuss it briefly over tea after dinner before the sound of Van's tears drift into the kitchen from the sitting room and Tai excuses herself to put Van to an early bed.

...

The next time Van has to go out in public, it's a much larger group. Nat, Tai, and Gen are all working, but almost everyone else is bundling together into a couple of cars to make a run to a shopping center. Mel needs a new coat as it's getting colder, Jackie wants a scarf that doesn't scratch, and Laura Lee has a list of various other things she wants to look at.

It's all fairly orderly. They pile out of the cars in the parking lot and Laura Lee starts splitting them into groups so the trip can be as efficient as possible. She puts Mel and Mari with Shauna, telling Lottie and Van to go with her and Jackie, while Misty and Akilah are already wandering off together on their own, both feeling big and in search of a food court.

Shauna is about to walk away when she feels a tug at her sleeve. Van is standing behind her, brows furrowed something fierce.

"I want to go with you," she says quietly.

Shauna nods without thinking about it, forgetting that she should probably check with Laura Lee before agreeing.

"Wait, Van," Laura Lee cuts in gently. "You're coming with me because you need new gloves and we're going to the right store for that for Jackie's scarf."

"I wanna go with Shauna," Van repeats. With the way she's holding onto Shauna's wrist loosely and her voice breaking slightly over her name, Shauna finds it hard to deny her.

"Van." Laura Lee's tired, Shauna can tell. She'd been up with Lottie the night before and isn't wielding her usual amount of patience. The blonde reaches a hand out. "Just work with us, please. You're the only one not listening."

It's something Laura Lee would never say on a normal day, but she's exhausted and doesn't want to be at the shops. It makes Van's face crumple and Shauna catches a tear tracing down her cheek silently as she follows Laura Lee. She's standing there wishing that Van would put up more of an argument while Mari whines about how they're not walking yet before she realizes she hasn't said a word.

"Laura Lee," she calls, jogging forward.

The blonde turns with a world weary expression on her face and it almost makes her falter, but then she sees the way Van's face is wet with tears and her chest tightens protectively.

"I'll take her. My group can go back in the other car if you all finish before we do," she says firmly. "Seriously. It's okay."

Laura Lee doesn't argue and Shauna instantly finds herself with an armful of teary Van. She's quick to hush her, pulling back to wipe her tears with her thumbs and give her an encouraging pat on the back. She can let Van cry it out a little more later, when they're not in a parking lot, but she lets Van grab on to her hand as she directs her group forward.

Van keeps half a step behind Shauna, ducking her face when people glance their way, and Shauna realizes, not for the first time, just how recognizable Van's hair, even short as it is now, and scars make her. She's pretty sure no one's looking looking at them, but she shucks off her hoodie as Mel peruses racks of winter coats in a big store, pretending to be too warm as she passes it off to Van casually. The girl seems to relax a little once she's buried in Shauna's sweater, hood tugged up over her head, and she goes to help Mel look through her options.

As they continue on, Van perks up a little more, even as she strays back to Shauna's side more than usual. Shauna starts scanning ahead of them, making sure she keeps Van in her sight and watching for anyone who looks like they might be approaching them. It might be a little overkill, but she knows Van notices her paying attention and she likes to think it helps her relax a little.

She pulls the three into the bathroom when a man walks towards them with a little too much intent, recognition sparking on his face, and he's gone when they reemerge. Van doesn't go far from Shauna after that, but she's smiling and not crying, which she counts as a win.

By the time they get back to the car, the minivan with the others has already disappeared, but Shauna finds that she doesn't mind so much. She ushers Mel and Mari into the backseat, closing the door before she turns to Van.

"I want you to know," she starts, feeling a little awkward, "that I always always have your back, okay? It's—I—"

Van cuts her off by flinging herself into Shauna's arms, hugging her tightly. Shauna wraps her arms solidly around Van's body, thinking of Tai telling her that she doesn't ever let go of a hug first when she's around the girls.

They don't say anything when they separate and Van climbs into the passenger's seat without prompting. They don't really need to.

[hunting-for-sport]

everybody give it up for another dess design that'll probably become completely outdated by next year

notes about the designs + my hcs under the cut thx bye

most of my thoughts revolve around the post-bunker design but some notes on the normal first:

dess largely looks like carol, but has rudy's hair color, sort of an inverse to noelle

blue streak in her hair was based on the one kris has in their ch. 3 lightners live minigame design (saw the idea of them having that bc of dess floating around and wanted to incorporate it, definitely not my idea originally)

outfit was based on what we saw of dess's closet in ch. 4 and hairstyle was based on the silhouette we got in ch. 3 (did change her antler shape from that to resemble carol's more though)

onto the post-bunker design/story that exists in my head:

obviously this design operates under the assumption that dess is the roaring knight, this is essentially a light world design for that and thus i tried to stick with a similar silhouette to the knight's

i feel like dess's body in this form isn't "alive" in the traditional sense, but that she got so mixed up with the darkness/whatever it is that's in the bunker that it's allowed this body to persist despite that (bc so much of this body is reliant on darkness, it/she functions significantly better in the dark world as the knight than in the light world)

took a lot of ideas about how this works from the dialogue we got from the goners/gaster followers in ut, i feel like whatever happened to dess is a similar to deal to what happened to him, falling into something much bigger than you and get scattered because of it

related to that point i think it's possible that because of that, multiple "versions" or pieces of dess could exist, namely the piece still bound to her body, that acts as the knight, and another piece that was forced out by the darkness, leaving it stuck, lost in the bunker/the dark

(below gets into incredibly speculative territory and is more of a writing exercise than anything, i don't think much of this is particularly plausible in the grand scheme of deltarune's story nor am i trying to say it should be)

something else that's pretty obvious in the images i pasted as references is that i had signalis on the mind while working on this and being familiar with that game is sort of important context for the next couple notes

based on what we know of dess right now, how despite her not actually being physically present in the game she seems to exert such an undeniable force on the narrative while remaining just out of reach, currently she's kind of like ariane from signalis to me, particularly whatever part of dess is left stuck in the bunker, in that i think whatever force she's exerting on the story is not just metaphorical/emotional, but something tangible, something that's actively changing the world this story takes place in, something that insists she and the "promise" we've heard referenced over and over must not be forgotten

i think that the knight and this version of her body may very well be a part of that force, the roaring knight bearing far less of dess's actual consciousness and acting more as a satellite, manifested by dess to fulfill whatever it is the knight, carol, asgore, and kris are attempting to do (likely something that has to do with restoring dess's body, or flatout undoing whatever happened that night she went missing? we still don't have any solid confirmation)

last but not least the reference to the concept of gestaltzerfall, which again came up as an idea because of signalis, but that fits really well with the concept of dess i've created in my head, with the concepts main definition aligning with the decomposition (both physically and metaphysically) of dess, and it's secondary description, similarly to it's use in signalis, aligning with the idea of output signals of the brain, in this case dess's, reaching and affecting far beyond where they're supposed to

okay finally i'm done that's all i had left to say if you read this far thank you i hope you were able to make any sense of my rambling also go play signalis it rules

[rinsfandomfixations]

WELL THAT WAS AN ENDING...

I have mulled, and will mull some more... but the more I sit with it and my thoughts, and seeing how others are also feeling similarly, the more I'm like what the HECK was that (esp the last 2-3 episodes in particular)??? I'm crashing out like Inho, cause the more I think about it the more disappointed I am (and SAD)?

I've already ranted to some friends (both who have watched and who just support my hyperfixations LOL) - the one's who watched were all like "WTF WAS THAT" before I even even messaged them ( ´ д ` ). Many online have already touched on my own frustrations and issues about the season at this point, but...

My main points of my ????? were: [WARNING: Spoilers Below]

Junho not utilized at all? - Hwang brothers didn't even have a proper confrontation and conversation... like what was the point of him going to find his brother, he kinda did nothing these past 2 seasons, when he was SO important for season 1 - I feel bad for Wi-hajoon, man.

457 meeting/confrontation felt like 2 minutes of nothing... Look, while I love 457, I never asked for canon 457 or even much from them, cause I knew it was not going to happen. Look, I grew up at the peak of queerbaiting promotion, and knew there wasn't going to be ANYTHING coupley or too crazy in the show, but for the amount of promotion the official Squid Game/Netflix accounts were posting for their final showdown and how the two characters are so important to this season - THEY BARELY INTERACTED AND THERE WAS NO "SHOWDOWN" - the weight of their confrontation felt flat (NOT BECAUSE OF THE ACTORS BTW) - it was the narrative/script. - Look, I've read better 457 confrontations in fanfics than what we were given, and I was just really hoping for a further discussion on their perspectives and points, esp. after the build up in season 2, which we sadly didn't get

On that note, Gihun died without even knowing Inho's real name AND he is Junho's brother - just missed opportunity after missed opportunity. For how much we learned about In-ho in season 2, we really didn't get much from/development in his character this season sadly.

Gihun's sacrifice - I 98.5% expected Gihun to make a huge sacrifice, most-likely with his life coming into this last season. I think it wouldn't be as ??? or frustrating if the circumstance of the sacrifice was different, especially because that ending could have definitely been avoided! Whether it was Gihun blowing up the island, sacrificing himself so a group of others could escape, or sacrificing himself so the baby could leave with Junhee (or Hyunju/Geumja), so the 2 could make it out - not just for the baby to be left alone for them to do who knows what with the child. Maybe Gihun trusted Inho enough to take care of the child, but that trust def wasn't earned from the TWO MINUTE conversation. It just did not leave me right. While I was of course rooting for Gihun to survive, I knew he would most-likely die, so it's not about that, it's just how it happened was disappointing - that whole final game was disappointing

The message in its current kairo - While people may say the ending is "realistic," in this time period and all the crap happening in the world with oligarchs and "the people" fighting against big money, I don't think this ending was the right for the time. Like I get not everything gets a happy ending, but I don't think it's the message for this time. They literally killed off the character that represented the hope and empathy of humans and people in the show - and that's it, he dies and the rich people win with absolutely no repercussions.

If you read this far, sorry for the long rambly rant. LOL Maybe I'll write something more coherent or reflective on these feelings... maybe in the next few days after I settled on feelings, or NOT LOL (it is very early in the morning after the binge 😪 - YET I CAN'T SLEEP AFTER THAT). I'm just a bit baffled and empty from that ending.

I don't think this will take away my fixation of the fandom and 457, but I probably will pretend the last few episodes or the season did not exist LOL. I believe in this fandom to write the best fix-it possible. But I do just want to draw Gihun now... also Lee Jung Jae in his sleeveless mesh top (have ya'll seen that video? Baby girl diva shit). I'm watching interviews to cope with w/e I'm feeling rn.

But Gihun, my sweet baby 😞 - you continue to be my fave of the show, and damn I just want to give him a big hug 😭 While I was ready to let him go, and expected some sort of sacrifice, it def was not with this sort of ending... Welp, thanks for reading all this if you did LOL

I would be interested to hear if others felt the same, or how they felt about the ending too. It's like super early in the morning, so I should go to bed, but i'll prob read fanfics to continue to cope. (´ー` )

[sink-drainage]

I eventually want to make a post about this in full, but I'll have to do it when I have more time and energy.

But for now I'll just say this. I've seen a lot of people lately go "I'm so shocked that pocket deer boy turned out to hate trans men!" And I just need to confirm I'm not the only person who is not surprised by what's happened.

The writing was on the wall. This express hatred did not come into his head overnight.

He has been advocating for the exclusion of "straight men" from queer spaces. As if something like that could actually be done in a way that does not harm trans people of all identities, cis bisexual men, aroace men, intersex women, and more. As if such a "keep the straights out policy" could actually be enforceable and encourage queer unity, instead of what it would really do: turn our safe spaces into police states where we have to vet every single person who is willing to stand by us.

He has been exclusively expressing positivity towards transfemmes (and this is the important part) WITHOUT EVER expressing any positivity towards the rest of the trans community. When I initially followed him, I was very happy to see that he openly supports trans women, but over time I became very uncomfortable with the fact that he never once expressed support for trans men, and would actually occasionally post derogatory things about a random trans man with no context. If you had to guess just from his blog (before he started calling trans men rapists), you would have thought he didn't know nonbinary people or transmascs existed. Because he never talked about us, apart from the occasional snappy comment.

He has also been spouting the terrible tme/tma bullshit dichotomy.

Again, the purpose of this post is not to go into depth about all of his behavior or why it's all horrible, that will happen later.

But my point is just to say. His hatred for trans men is just another step on the ladder he has been climbing. And if he finds ways to spew more hatred, and go beyond calling trans men rapists, well, I won't be surprised at that point, either.