#not one thats gonna get profiled or anything likely

[absolutelynotsanebaby]

Talking even briefly with another mexican (american) trans person is kind of sad, yeah

[ajdrawshq]

listening to octopath music and drawing and writing stuff for my octopath pmd au so The Horrors(tm) dont get me

[lightfulonion]

hii @pierogish-side!!! thank you for tagging me!! <3

Last song: This could be us by Rae Sremmurd

Favorite color: mmm really feeling brown rn

Currently watching: OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH WOOHOO!! its so fun (everyone is going through it)

Last movie: The Wonderful Story of Henry Sugar dir. Wes Anderson

Currently reading: im currently studying for uni so im stuck at Good Omens by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett and The Course of Love by Alain de Botton :(

Sweet/spicy/savory: sweet forever and always

Relationship status: uhhh im dying and rebirthing from my ashes 👍

Current obsession: .....kiribaku..... im back at it again OTZ

Last things I googled: wes anderson (so i could find out what the above movie was called lmao), werewolf (singular), boku no hero academia wiki episodes (this is a call for help)

Currently working on: im in my last year of uni (lmao pierogish... 😭) and i need to finish it so im studying really hard!!! (and trying to not give up) but itll probably be a while until i get my degree. also i bought an old polaroid from a thrift shop and im thinking of making it work

tagging: @skijjiki, @livingonyoghurtandspite,@peachybeesplease, @horson, @mars-matrix

[cumulo-stratus]

Communication Issues

(GIF NOT MINE)

Plantonic!BAU team x french!reader

Description: reader is from France and lived there until he was 11/12 and then moved to america and his first language is french. He also has a little bit of an accent. Basically reader is new to the team and it is their first late night back home on the jet with him. And basically they learn that when hes tired he reverts back to his mother tongue.

CW: possible swearing, I can't think of anything else

A/N: I'm thinking of making a series about this, like just funny scenarios related to the reader being French, if y'all have any ideas let me know! Also reader is gonna be loosely based off me when im rly tired cus i get kinda giggly/floppy/goofy. ( also sry it's short)

French, translation

3rd person POV:

after a hard, and long case the team was very ready to go home. They had found a 9 yr old girl and rescued her from a man holding her in his basement to torture her. And even though it took the profilers almost 3 full days with almost no sleep to find her. To say they were tired was understatement. It was almost 2 am when they trudged onto the plane, all tired physically and emotionally. Y/N was the last on the plane and decided to take the couch to get some sleep. Just as he was sitting down Reid plopped down next to him. (Y/N and Reid liked to sit next to each other so they could read together)

“Désolé reid, je veux lire avec toi, mais je suis trop fatigué pour ça” (sorry reid, i wanna read with you but im too tired for that) you said to him, slightly slurring your words. “Huh?” Spencer looked up at you with a small crease between his eyebrows. The switch in language caught the rest the rest of the team off guard as well (evidently by the looks on their faces) you peered at them just as perplexed and asked “Qu'est-ce qui ne va pas?” (Whats wrong?).

“Dont worry guys I’ll talk to him” said spencer with a little giggle at his new friends antics. Morgan gave spencer a little knowing look and eyebrow wiggle at his conversation with Y/N, despite having no idea what they were saying. “Mon biche, tu parle français maintenant, pas anglais.” (Darling, you’re speaking french right now, not english) says spencers with a small smile. a look of understanding dawned your features and you said “je suis?! Oh c'est pas grave, Oh, tu n'as besoin que de me comprendre de toute façon.” (I am?! Thats okay, you’re the only one who needs to understand me anyways) you say with a wink ad a giggle. Spencers cheeks went red and emily gave him a questioning look. “Y/N, tu fais quoi?” (y/n, what are you doing?). you just gave him a mischievous look before putting your head on his shoulder and snuggling into him to fall asleep. The rest of the team got bored of making fun of the pair and began their own conversations or trying to sleep. But after a minute or two the team heard and hushed but strict “shhhhh!” coming from their resident genius. “You guys are so loud! hes asleep!” said spencer’s while he gestured vicariously to the sleeping figure drooped over his left side. “hush up pretty boy, your little boyfriend over theres out cold dont worry about it.” said derek with a teasing smile. spencers cheeks turned even more red than before if hat was even possible and started stuttering about the sleep man not being his boyfriend. “okay, okay, hes not your boyfriend,” said derek with his hands up in surrender after spencer kept spluttering on about y/n not being his boyfriend.

(small time skip)

As the plane landed people began packing up their things and getting ready to get off the plane. But y/n and Spencer had moved and when the team looked over they found the two agents passed out on top of each other and snoring lightly.

THE END

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Am I the asshole for calling a (now ex-) mutual a stingy asshole?

So to start, I (NB20) am in a pretty rough situation, I'm facing homelessness soon, transphobia at home and work and my hours have been getting cut resulting in me making even less money that can sustain me. I have a toyhou.se forum post up stating I have emergency commissions open to help me out and to please support me if you can. This is where the situation begins. I have a mutual on toyhou.se who I'll call Apple (MTF22) I talk to sometimes to the point I'd say we are friends, not super close but friends nonetheless. She made a bulletin telling people about my commissions and to please comm me if they could which I'm very grateful for since I did get a few customers from her because of that. The thing is, a few weeks later, she made a bulletin talking about how happy she was so many commissions she bought were finished around the same time and posted all of them with the artists tagged in the post. It was honestly... quite a few, I'm talking like 9 pieces of art of her fursona and even a custom vtuber model she got of her sona. I was going to reply all happy for her, but it made me think... how much did she spend on those commissions?? So I went through all the artists socials to find their commission prices and came to a total of fucking $385!!! More than half of my current goal I'm trying to make through commissions to stay out of homelessness!! So I messaged Apple saying since I saw she bought a few commissions if she was interested in buying a comm from me. She replies saying "Ohh! I'd love to <333 but im just not in a place to buy any more comms right now :< sorry >.<!!" So I casually reply really? because it seems like your in the perfect place to help me out after already spending over $300 in commissions. She tells me she's sorry and really wishes someone would be able to help me out but she just wasn't that interested in my art or a custom to which I tell her she could've easily donated to my ko-fi which I have always had since she clearly has money to spend? To this, she straight up IP blocks me. So still fucking annoyed, I vented in a discord server I share with a few friends from being in a few shared CS together, saying how annoying it is rich assholes like her would drop half a thousand for a picture of their fursona but don't even blink twice at their so called friends. anyway, one of my friends takes a look at Apples th profile and notices she has a new bulletin up and sends me a screenshot, but anways the bulletin reads like "hey!! just saying, but please dont come into my dms acting like you know my financial situation better than i do, just because i buy a lot of commissions doesnt mean im made of money! and please dont think that me commisioning artist 1 means i hate artist 2? thats so weird, thanks!!!!!" and seeing all their subscribers just kissing her ass pissed me off so i made my own bulletin that just stated "i thought it was pretty fucking weird to know how bad ur friend's situation was and to go buy a bunch of comms instead of buying a comm from or even throwing a buck to help me out? like yeah im gonna think i know ur situation better than u, you stingy fuck!!!" Anyway, she mustve been block evading (which I reported her for) since she unblocked me, took a screenshot of my bulletin, then went on about how she lived in an abusive household; her dad had thrown her into a sink and chipped her tooth, bruised half her face and scarred it pretty badly. She bought a bunch of commissions immediately afterwards in a panic to make herself feel better, paying everything with her savings. Which to me.. isn't an excuse. Ive been hit and abused and still found scraps of money to pull together to give to mutuals who need it and Ive been bumping my own post like crazy and she had literal weeks to donate or comm me. Not to mention Ive had exmutuals of hers come to me saying that shes never donated anything to them either despite advertising their posts but always had money for plushies, comms and other crap, meaning Im not alone in thinking shes a stingy asshole. This is getting long, so here, tumblr AITA?

What are these acronyms?

[thecapricunt1616]

Chapter One The Bear & His Honey

Summary: Carmy + Winnie meet, He obviously tries to weasel his way into her heart by cooking for her.

A/N: Eeeep! I am sooo excited to be writing again, i've written fic's since like 2010 & stopped for quite a while, But Carmen has awoken the beast in me once more LOL !!! It's not without much thanks and love to @daysofyellowroses - Her encouragement & excitement for my ideas has inspired me in the most beautiful way. Give her a follow please! Her fic's genuinely are sososooooooo good that they made me want to start writing myself again, The theme and overall organization of her works is immaculate, I admire her works so much! I highly encourage any Carmy lover to take a look!! She is also such a doll!! And so so sooo sweet!!!

Anyhow, I love longer fics - this chapter is nearing 6k words & it initially started as a one shot, so reader be warned I am very wordy!

Warnings; Cursing, ehh I think thats it? Oh! Smoking Cigarettes & The green stuff, but thats all! *We will be getting VERY spicy, angsty, and sickeningly fluffy in this story - if that isn't your cup, ask me anything if you like my style! I am only writing for Carm at this second, but I will be writing ACOTAR & likely other things as I wet my pallate - it's been years for me, but if you have an idea that you want to throw my way, or just wanna talk (even if you just need someone!) I'm here for you peeps! Without further ado- let the show begin.

(Comments + Reblogs + Kind critiques are not only appreciated, but heavily encouraged!)

𝒞𝒽𝑒𝒸𝓀 𝒪𝓊𝓉 𝑀𝓎 𝑀𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉!

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One

I took a deep breath, the dry, late winter air sticking my nostrils together momentarily- fuck. I hate this god-damned weather. I shuffle across the street, my boots mushing through the late-winter Chicago slush. I slosh into the alley, my boots squelching with every step. I trudge across the street, nearly gagging at every soggy step, feeling my socks ever so slowly become wet. 

I sludge my way finally to the (god-blessed, shoveled) alley across the way, that connected The Next Page to the street in front of it, and hear a muttered “fuck” & my eyes lift from the locked spot on my salty, wet boots. They meet the side-profile of an undeniably handsome curly dirty blonde male, my eyes rolling, as he pats his pockets down. I assume he forgot his light. 

As I approached him, I piped up. “Missin’ somethin’?” I flick my pink lighter to life with my thumb, My eyes meeting his large blue ones. He leans forward, gently lighting his cigarette between my thumb and the flame. “Thanks” he muttered, sucking on the cigarette between his lips, his eyes locked on me. 

“Y’ smoke?” he questioned. I shook my head gently, “Not cigarettes, but I’m bout’ to eat, s’why not?” I slipped the small tin from my pocket, pulling a shorty from the box. I put it between my lips, leaning in close, touching the joint tip to the burning end of his cigarette gently, and took a slow drag once it was fully lit.

“Work here?” I motion at the building next to us with my chin, smoke spilling from my lips as I speak. His white t-shirt made me guess he could be a line cook or a bus boy at the restaurant that had been crowding the block the past few months. He nodded, a large puff of smoke leaving his lips, the edges of his lips upturning a bit into a smile. 

“Mhmm, own it.” he said casually, taking another drag, my eyebrows raising. “Hmm,” I hummed, smoke puffing from my nose obviously in the winter air. “Wow, from the shirt- thought you’re a busboy, quite the humble owner mm’?” I teased, a smile dancing on my lips as I pulled another puff of my joint. “Yea- guess so” he teased, shrugging lightly. 

“My boss comes by once in a blue moon, so either you’re a grade-A asshole, or have crippling OCD and you think your business is gonna fail.” I teased, blowing smoke past his left as I leaned against the brick wall. He chuckled, “Alright, well- Sugar says I’m OCD whatever the fuck that means, so you got me” he shrugged. I laughed. “I can so see it, what’s your name?” I asked. 

His eyes flutter to my lips, before meeting my eyes again. “Carmen.” He replied, putting his cigarette back to his lips and taking a deep drag. “Winnie..” I replied nibbling the inside of my lip gently. Carmen. Carmen. Carmen. The word echoed in my mind like an invocation. “Winnie” he repeated, smoke spilling from his lips in tendrils.

“Full name?” He questioned. A heat rose to my cheeks and I rolled my eyes, gaze flicking to my sneakers as I took another drag of my joint. “Winnow. Shut up, if you laugh, I’ll cut off your dick. My parents were never married, not sure what they were thinking.” I mutter, the tips of my ears heating in embarrassment. “Mmm” he hummed.

I look back up at him, “No slick comments?” I asked, genuinely surprised. He shrugged. “Winnow is pretty, people make fun of that?” He questioned, dropping the mostly burnt cigarette to the ground and crushing it with his chef's clog. My cheeks felt like they were on fire. “A dude named Carmen, not used t’ people pokin’ at your name?” my glance meets his.

His arms were now crossed over his chest, his delicious biceps becoming more prominent. “Go by Carm, mostly” he shrugged. Carm. “Hmm.” I hummed. “Carm. Suits you.” I said, my eyes grazing over the tattoos adorning his arms. “Yeah?” his tongue grazed his lips, a smirk pulling at the corners. 

“Mhhmm” I reach out, my finger brushing over the ‘773’ on his arm. “From ‘round here huh?” I questioned, my eyes meeting his blue ones once more. “Ye’, east side” he said, to which I nodded. “Sorry, don’t know too much, from New York.” I said, my arms crossing over my own chest. 

“Yeah? Where about? Did culinary school out there.” he replied. “Rochester” I nod, my accent coming out slightly. “Ah, alright. Like yourself a garbage plate?” he teased. I laughed, a real laugh, something few and far between these days. “Wow, so you really went to school out there eh’? I do actually, know how that came to?” I asked my fingers finding a loose string on my jacket to fiddle with.

“Not at all, thought it was a myth- you really eat that shit out there?” he joked. I giggled. “Don’t make me hit you, Yes! We do, so story goes, frat guys stumble all drunk in to Nick Tahoes, and they tell the line cook to give ‘em the plate with ‘all the garbage’ on it. And so, since it was closing time, they took all the carby leftovers they were gonna throw out, and threw em on a plate- the guys loved it” he grimaced playfully “eugh! Guys never heard of a burger?” 

 I laughed again “there is a burger, Carm! mmm,” I hum my eyes closing and head falling back at the memory of such a comfort meal. “oh my god, mac salad, cold! Has to be cold, Carm, then you do baked beans,” I paused at his brows furrowing “Don’t look at me like that, asshole” I shove his shoulder playfully, earning a chuckle. 

“No- nope keep on explaining your… catastrophe” he teased, I gasped, feigning a shot to the heart. “Wow, Carmy, you know how to flatter a girl huh? Insulting the indigenous dish of her homeland?!” I joked, causing him to really laugh. A beautiful sound I wanted to hear more often. “Ok, ok, so then you add the homefries, then - the house chilli, ohhh my god!” I groaned my head falling back “Soo, so good, then, you add on a burger patty, or a hotdog, or both if you feel frisky” he laughed again, his eyes crinkling adorably.

“How often do you feel frisky mm? Or are you a more tame girl?” he teased. I smacked the side of his jaw gently with a large bashful smile adorning my lips, “Carmen! You do not ask a lady how often she gets frisky!” I giggled, poking his muscular chest gently. “Ok, ok, keep going- or is that the end of the abomination?” he questioned and I dug my knuckle into his chest playfully.

“Nope!! Then you add chopped onions, ketchup, and mustard!!” I grinned and he grimaced jokingly. “Holy Jesus, your breath could knock out an army after that I’d bet” he teased earning another true laugh from me. “I swear, you own his place? If you thought you were busy before- add a garbage plate to the menu, and you’ll be rich, Carmen” I adjusted the Saint Anthony chain around his neck gently, so the pendant was facing front. 

His cheeks got a bit flushed. “Well, i’m makin’ a new dessert menu, if you wanted to come in and check it out, How bout’ I make you a garbage plate, well, the Carmen-Garbage plate, we don’t do chilli here, but I think you’ll like what I pull together” he offered. 

I took another drag of my joint, contemplating. “Alright. Shops been slow today so, Mel won’t notice if I sneak an extra few minutes in” i put out the nub on the wall, before dropping it and crushing it under the toe of my boot. 

“C’mon” he nods, pulling open the large metal door that leads into the kitchen.

Read Chapter 2 Here!

[myjjongie]

PROFILES.ᐟ ── bad bitches + jake

SYNOPSIS: you and jay have been at each others throats for the whole time you've been enrolled at decelis university. the reason for the rivalry in question? the #1 rank on the academic leaderboard in the university. you went through your whole high school life being #1 on the academic leaderboard. you meet jay, who also had the same upbringing in high school. things then start to turn into a constant battle. leaving you constantly in second place and jay in first place every rank update.

⟡ yn; second year psychology major at decelis university. will tend to study like an insane person to secure that #1 spot (even though she always fails in the end). is the treasurer for the student council. HATES PARK JONGSEONG, if there was a rank on hating jay she would unironically place first. despite her strict studying and her major dislike for jay, she’s a very bubbly and joyful person.

⟡ jake; second year physics major at decelis university and is on the soccer team. is high school friends with jay and sunghoon. but despite that yn holds jake very fondly to herself. he does tend to get made fun of for being friends with jay (due to you know the rivalry between the two mutual friends he shares). but despite that he stays neutral between the two friend groups, but if we're gonna be honest. he loves being in the know of everything.

⟡ ningning; second year music major at decelis university. has been yn's best friend since high school. she's always there to help cheer up her yn, as she's witnessed how hard she's worked for being ranked at the top for all those years in high school together. sadly shares a music class with jay (death glares him 11/10 times. anything for her girl). small side note her family volunteers to be a host family to international students. currently right now there is a high school student from japan living with her for the mean time.

⟡ sunoo; first year computer science major at decelis university. even though sunoo is a first year he takes a lot of second year courses, thats how he came across yn. his bio may or may not just be a indirect to jay... is roommates with yechan (keeho's brother). yechan and sunoo were best friends in high school and still are.

⟡ keeho; third year psychology major at decelis univeristy. due to sharing the same major, keeho and yn became friends through a shared class together. he also ran into yn when she was at sunoo's apartment one evening (was visiting yechan). that strange coincidence solidified their friendship a bit more that day.

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a.note; okay first profiles are up. not even gonna lie... i had this whole smau idea from wanting one of the friends to be in both friend groups. i think this is like the best plot device ever for smaus and its insane that not that many people use that. like imagine a mutual friend in both friend groups especially if the two mcs hate one another... LMAOOOOOOOOOO anyways. really praying this isn't HEAVILY ooc. but if it is i digress... also other profiles will be added later. need to get ready for work............

fighting for first taglist (open)...

@idontknowhowtomakeusernames @right-person-wrong-time @jakeyverse

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[mysticficti0n]

All my Attention part 2

warnings- swearing, fluffy/sext Tom, mentions of being cat called, romance (😏)

words- 2.7k

If you'd like to read the previous parts → All my attention series

a/n- so I am British and cannot speak any German, I speak a little French, Spanish and Italian but German- no. I also do not trust Google translate so this is gonna be like an avatar thing (if you've seen the newest one Jake says that their language just became normal or something along those lines) so in reality this is all in German, you as a reader know German but, its wrote in English... make sense? no... well. also thank you all so much for the response to the first part! I couldn't believe I woke up and saw that many likes, I was shocked, love you all 🤍

(p.s also sorry this is quite short! but I will right more soon because I am loving this so far ★)

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backstory- you are the 5th member of Tokio Hotel and you always thought the love was equally platonic between you and a certain guitarist... but what if that all changed?

"Ready?"

"yeah" I spoke again getting up and waving to the rest of the band, Tom with his newly cleaned hands held the door for me and a small smile pressed onto his face, he followed me behind and directed us out the building to the now mostly empty streets as it was around 9:30pm and not many people hung out in this area of town anyways, the feeling of night air whipping at my skin calmed me, it washed me of all my thoughts for a few seconds, we began to walk to our hotel it was around a twenty minuet walk and all on flat ground so if anything we'd make it in shorter time

"can I have a smoke?" Tom asked breaking the silence for the first time, I stopped walking to grab the packet out my bag and hand him one and get one for myself, I knew I shouldn't have really had another one but after the day I had, it was necessary "thanks" he spoke letting me light it

"no problem" we began our walk again under the flickering streetlights that pierced the night, a few cars ran by and lonely workers who were leaving the offices that surrounded the streets passed us by, my eyes found the profile of the boy next to me, still in his performance clothes and his hair tied in a cap, I was on the side where I couldn't see the lip piercing and without it he looked like a baby

"doing alright there?" his voice snatched me back as he followed his words by laugh

"I'm fine" I spoke back trying to look now anywhere but him "are you doing alright?" I spoke back

"of course, never been better!" a sarcastic tone laced his voice but I knew it wasn't intended at me "you know... I will always look out for you Y/n, especially from him- its cliche but" his steps halted, I turned myself to look at him again, our eyes locked together

"its not fair that you had to do it though Tom thats the point" i spoke, removing myself from his gaze with a serious expression "I am grateful, I am, but none of it should've happened! its bullshit" i felt myself getting angrier by the second but I couldn't stop myself

"but it's not your fault, its nobodies fault but his Y/n" Tom began following me as I picked up my pace "and plus were fine, we aren't the ones who have a broken nose and maybe a rib- who knows" I ignored his quips and kept going focusing on the mismatched patterns on the street "Y/n!" he called "slow down I can't go that fast" I stopped still not facing him, I felt if I looked at him all my emotions would spill out and it couldn't happen again. I felt Tom's hand press the small of my back and I turned around to face him, fighting back tears as I saw the look in his eyes that threatened to break me "please don't be upset"

"how can I not be upset, not fucking only did I have to see my ex in the audience but...his fucking face- and why the fuck did he look sad! . then you, Bill and Georg fucked him up and...and what if Felix is right- what if it gets out 'Tokio Hotel beats fan' and what story will he fucking tell?! and it is my fault- I should've never got with him, i don't know what to fucking do with myself. the media still think me and him are together, daily I get tagged or sent pictures of me and him saying 'Y/n and Brian are so cute' or 'Y/n and Brian are so that' and it kills me! I want to scream and yes you were right Tom, I do hide my feelings and that little fucking pathetic cry I had earlier was only fucking some of it!" my voice shook as I only got louder, Tom watched, eyes analysing everything I did

"Y/n you cannot blame this all on yourself! you didn't cause it, yes you did date Brian but that isn't your fault that dick came tonight!" Toms voice matched mine "you can't seriously think that-"

"You don't fucking understand Tom! fuck you get different girls every god damn night- fuck them and leave them and you're seen as this sexy guy! you haven't been in a relationship since Savour and that didn't go well did it? so you don't get it! You'll never understand the shit I feel right now!" I screamed shoving his body away from me, he looked shocked, eyes narrowing

"And what?! yes I fuck girls but I'm fucking looking out for you and trying to understand its not my fault you are to much of a fucking bitch to actually talk to us about it!" his words caught me off guard "I want you to be okay! but all you're doing is smoking like a fucking chimney and shoving me away literally!" with that I spun on my heal and walked away from him again, I couldn't get my head straight "don't fucking walk away!" I flipped him off and herd him groan "Y/n come on!"

after that I never looked back- keeping my head down and ignored the comments random people said on the streets about my clothes and my 'pretty little face'. I finally saw the flashy lights of our hotel and pushed the door open to a friendly looking desk women clicking away at a computer

"hiya darling what can I do you for?" she spoke glaring up at me with green glasses perched near the end of her nose

"I have a room under the name Y/l/n" she nodded and typed along the keyboard

"mhm.. okay yes your luggage was dropped earlier by a huge bus with like hundreds of other stuff..." she trailed off " here is your key number 486 on the 4th floor and if you need anything don't be afraid to give us a call" the ginger lady spoke passing me my key

"thank you..." I went to walk to the lift before I saw the door open again and a panting Tom fell through "fuck" I hummed going into the metal doors of the lift

"Y/n come on... shit" he growled "hold the door" I saw him jog toward me and I stuck my arm out before the doors could close "thanks" and all I did was raise my eyebrows, the ride up to the 4th floor felt like an eternity, stood in silence besides the slight clipping of the metal shaft

'floor number 4' the intercom spoke revealing a long corridor barren bar a few plants potted by doors, I walked out closely followed by Tom who had just caught his breath, I looked at the numbers passing by until I finally saw mine near the end, I slipped my key into the hole and turned it open, the room was small but large enough to keep me for the night, one double bed, a tv, small make up desk and a bathroom with a huge mirror

"you can go now" I spoke to Tom who was standing outside my room hands in his pockets staring at me

"no" is all he answered with "we need to talk, and I mean properly talk" I shook my head

"not tonight" I saw his face soften "I just... I can't Tom"

"okay... tomorrow?"

"maybe" I spoke back to which he breathed and opened his arms calling me in for a hug- even if we had the worst argument, wanted to murder each other, we'd always hug each other it was just one of those. I walked into his arms and they curled around my hip pulling me tightly, my forehead landed into his neck to which he rested his head on top

"I love you" Tom whispered pressing a light kiss to the top of my head

"love you too"

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RING RING RING

my heart stopped hearing my phone go off next to me in bed, I squinted trying to avoid the bright light that was now illuminating my room 'Mom' I sighed happily and picked the phone up holding it to my ear "hello" my voice was groggy and full of sleep but I tried to sound as awake as I could for 5:25am

"hi sunshine! how are you?" she spoke and I could feel the smile through the phone

"I'm okay, tired but all good here, how about you?"

"well we're missing you, your sister has been asking when her big sister will be home, oh darling- how are the boys? they doing good to I hope" hearing the mention of my sister warmed me, my mini me, my little Stella, she was only 2 and was just the best thing in the whole wide world to me, her cute little blonde curls that decorated her head and her bright green eyes, she was gorgeous

"ah I miss her so much, tell her soon I only have one more show and its a day show so I could try be home today to see her, and the guys are good, me and Tom walked back last night from the show- but nothing really interesting has happened since- how's home?"

"well, I've been spending a lot of my days cleaning, playing dress up with Stella and cooking dinner so not at all fun compared to what you're doing sweetie... but I did call you to ask something" her voice went serious, she never had these sorts of conversations with me unless something bad happened "so I was speaking to Tom last night-"

"Tom who?" my heart dropped "Kaulitz or not?"

"mhm, Kaulitz and he said to me-" my stomach dropped she doesn't know yet, I didn't have the mind to say to her that me and Brian broke up, she admired him... "well he asked if me, your father, Stella, his family, Georg and Gustav's family would like to come see your show today as it being a day show we can bring Stella and I think she'll love it, I mean you remember when she sat in the practise studio and clapped when you and Bill gave her the show of a life time" thank fuck

"OH! Oh my god yes that would be amazing! yes do come" I called, my sleepiness soon going into adrenaline realising I get to see my family again after a month "and of course I remember performing for Stella, she loved it, oh but please mom come" I herd her laugh and shift herself in whatever seat she was in

"okay darling we will- I'll best leave you for now and I'll see you tonight, love you sunshine!"

"love you mom see you later" the line ended and I did a lying down happy dance, I was ready to preform that second, I couldn't contain my excitement, I quickly got up running from my room to go to the room of the guitarist, my knuckles going red from hitting so hard

"fuck I'm coming my god-" as the door opened I ran into his arms "woah what the fuck!"

"thank you so much!" I chanted squeezing him tightly, I pulled away and his face went from looking scared shitless to a shy grin

"shit I thought you were a crazy fan or something Y/n, and why are you thanking me?" he wrapped his arms around me relaxing

"inviting mom and dad and Stella and everyone else, just... ahh I can't wait!" we pulled apart and I started jumping around "I get to see my Stella!"

"Oh no problem, I thought she'd love to see our show as were her favourites, obviously" he smiled, scratching his head- for the first time I actually looked at Tom properly, I realised he was in his boxers which fit in all the right places according to him and nothing else besides the necklace he wore every day... thats also when I realised I was still in my little black number with a sheer mesh top just about reaching my thighs

"I can't get over it!" I laughed perching myself on his bed

"scuff what I said yesterday, tonight will be the best show we ever do" he walked over to the other side of his bed and lay back down, one arm resting on his stomach and the other went behind my back and held my hip giving me a feeling I'd never had before from Tom- butterflies.

"oh absolutely" i huffed "I am like completely awake now"

"good, well I mean we've gotta go in like an hour ish for rehearsal" I nodded relaxing more into the spongy mattress, we sat there in comfortable silence, his hand still holding me ".....im sorry for last night- not for the fight- the way I spoke to you.. It wasn't right, I was so close to just knocking on your door and saying this all but I had a feeling you would beat me up if I tried" he laughed looking up to me causing me to do the same

"so you take back calling me a 'fucking bitch'?" he nodded

"yep- all of it. I think I was just... worried for you, you know how much I care about you and seeing you looking upset all day was just... ugh I don't even know"

"I know... I'm sorry I know you were trying but I am just.. a twat really" he rolled his eyes "what?"

"you've only just realised?" he spoke sarcastically, lifting his head from the pillow to look properly at me

"hey!" I shoved him and he nearly fell from the end of the bed, quickly I moved to grab him before he slipped and panic shot though his body

"Y/N!" he called reaching out for me before his body slammed into the floor with a thud "ow"

"Oh- Oh my god! are you okay!? I'm... fuck... I'm sorry" I spoke through stifled laughter as I held my chest, Tom sat back up and rubbed his back, I have no clue what made be laugh harder but I fell stomach first on to the bed and belted out another cackle hearing Tom join it with me

"you are such a fucking idiot!" he called scruffing my hair, I got back up leaning up on my elbows, he still on the floor, when we sat like this our faces were only a few inches away and the room fell quiet, smiles still spread across our faces. I watched his eyes, those brown eyes there is something bewitching about them. They can be warm and inviting, or mysterious and brooding, they flickered between my Y/C/E eyes and my lips giving me a nervous ache through my body "I meant what I said before that all though Y/n" my name coming from his pierced lips made me feel different then any other time "I care about you so fucking much it's crazy-" the tension between us grew, he leaned in closer to me, my heart racing with excitement. the only source of light emanating from a small lamp on the bedside table which just about illuminated his face but i could see the meaning in his movements as his hand reached to cup my jaw, he drew me closer, our foreheads knocking together "I want to kiss you right now" he spoke in a whisper, it was just loud enough for me to hear, our eyes flicked back together and though no words left me, he knew exactly what I wanted to say

As he pulled me closer, my heart was beating so quickly, it felt as if it could leap out of my chest at any moment. Our eyes met for a brief moment again before he leaned in and pressed his lips gently to mine. In that moment, time seemed to stand still as I melted into his touch. Every inch of my body was on fire, my mind could only think of Tom, Tom fucking Kaulitz.... who knew I need it so badly. Without breaking the kiss he stood back up and brought me to my knees, his hand holding my face to his, I tangled my arms around his neck trying to get him closer and closer "fuck" I spoke and it came more as a whimper as he tugged gently on my hair, I felt a smirk appear to his face. We pulled away and immediately I felt coldness but I soon melted as he brought my gaze to him

"you don't understand how long I've wanted to kiss you Y/n"

[purpdrawsthings]

Never gonna give you up~

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INTRODUCTION

Before we get started, I'd like to address some important before we get in the thing =3

WHAT I DO NOT ALLOW

Asks for donations

Yes I have answered some asks regarding this, but I seriously cannot donate.

I do feel sorry, I genuinely do. But, I should be honest that I can't donate, therefore, I ask for people to not spam my ask box with donations

NSFW

Obviously huge no-no sign for me. I want this place to be as clean possible.

Any mentions of controversies, etc

Keep this place happy for all of those stuff. I'll only talk of it if it's terrible, but I'd like to keep this place not walking with negativity.

I'd prefer to be quiet about it.

Okieeee that's about all =3 let's get along with the thing~

Hello hello! Welcome to my introduction post =]

It has seem that you have stumbled across my profile! Good job, =D

I'll get on with the intro, my name is Purp! Call me Purp! Don't try and confuse me with my oc called Purp hehe-

I am a Muslim that currently lives in a hot ass place called Malaysia 🇲🇾

My fav color is Purple is you can't tell 👁👄👁

I am artist, animator and overall, just a chill person who wants to make content that people would enjoy =3

I sometimes draw lore, and also stuff with blood! But not that often =]

Here's my sona ^^

I will mostly do SMG4 content but I'll try do other content for fandoms I'm also in!

Such as...

Among Us

Murder Drones

The Amazing Digital Circus

And etc =D

I have also written a couple of stories, like my book in Wattpad called "Purp's backstory"

Do go check it out! It delves into the story of my oc Purp's traumatizing past... That's fun =]

I have created a couple of aus such as...

The Seven Gods AU [ Among Us ]

The Unknown AU [ Among Us ]

Lost AU [ SMG4 ]

Brainwashed AU [ SMG4 ]

Circus Showman AU [ SMG4 ]

The Brainwashed AU is probably the most known here!

I tend to be on the neutral side of things like stating my opinions and mostly staying away from controversial topics.

I love drawing my fav artists! You can see them in follow section =]

Please do not share anything negative here! I want it all to be good.

Please do not speak anything negative about my own opinions, I am extremely sensitive and I get overwhelmed easily.

I have school! So I will not be as active from Monday to Friday.

I will go absolutely BONKERS if someone makes fanart. Please do please do please- /jk

OCS that belong to me will sometimes have a hashtag for themselves! Here's some.

Purp : #Purp's Purp

GSP : #SMG4 GSP

Here's are my socials! If you see a version of me, or any form of copy on any other social media, that ain't me.

Twitter : @Purp_IsSus

YouTube : @PurpIsSus

Amino : @PurpIsSus

Reddit : u/Purp_1456

Wattpad : @PurpIsSus

I do have Discord but thats private =]

I have a couple of tags that you can explore for specific stuff =3

For brainwashed au content, it's this hashtag =]

#SMG4BrainwashedAU

For asks specifically at the au, it's this one =3

#SMG4BrainwashedAUasks

For all asks that I've answered, look at this hashtag kayyyyyyy?

#Purps silly questions =]

For characters that are related to the au/have been featured/shown, this is the hashtag

#Brainwashedau!smg4

#Brainwashedau!smg3

#Brainwashedau!MrPuzzles

Anddddddddddddd that's about it for now. If you want to ask any questions, feel free to go and ask me on my ask box =D

And with that, I'm out =3

While you're on that, have some art heheheheheheheheheheheh

[wasyago]

how did u get so good at composition:3 did u like to draw background all the time or it came to be after practice how long does one piece usually take:333

hehe well, thank you first of all. second of all... um both? practice yes, no one gets it on the first time. and just. i dont know? doing it over and over again and trying new things and experimenting, seeing what works, what doesn't, where the background is needed and not.

i remember i heard a lot of artists around me saying that they didn't like or couldn't draw backgrounds, and for some reason i decided that im not gonna be like other girls and learn to do it. and i uhhh.... just started? drawing backgrounds? i was trying, and watching tutorials on youtube, and seeing how other people did it and eventually it got easier? i can say that i definitely enjoyed figuring out how to do it, struggling to get the perspective and composition right. like, it was hard but i had a lot of fun doing it, so it felt natural and just like, normal art progression? it didn't feel like i was going out of my way to draw backgrounds, i just did it when i felt like it?

at some point i joined a character ask, you know, when people ask questions and you draw the character answering. and i decided that im gonna draw a background for each answer instead of it being a character on a blank background. and doing this, like, specifically trying to draw backgrounds and tell a story with them, and doing it regularly and coherently, it helped me progress a lot. like, i started with a character sitting on a couch in a room, and then it got better and better, multiple rooms, multiple angles of the same room, different locations and images. it helped me a ton. just, figuring out when you need a background, when its rather i did something simple for one frame and focused on the other instead, where the character needs to be positioned, etc.

i can say i didn't do a lot of proper studies, and if i did maybe it would've been helpful... i only drew things that were in my head, with characters that i liked, with imaginary locations and stuff. never really drew from photos... we did go on plein-airs, or whatever they're called, when i was in art school, so drawing backgrounds from real life probably also helped a little, but i can't remember anything about it so it didn't do as much.

i looked at a lot of art from cool artists and expanded my visual library, i analyzed their art trying to figure out why i like it and how to make my art have the same kind of feeling. and i still do! sometimes something just takes over me and i scroll pinterest for 3 hours looking at pretty art and going to artists' profiles and saving art and using it as inspiration later. and it helps! a lot!

i dont know where this post is going ummm. i guess if you want to learn to draw something, just like, start. scrap it if you don't like it and try again, have fun, don't get attached. and uhh, i felt a little nostalgic so here are some of my pieces that i did throughout the years. definitely feels like i got better at it recently, but there's still a lot of room for improvement

oh and for your second question. one piece takes about ummmm... more than a thousand episodes, thats 20 minutes times 1000 devided by 60 devided by 24... we're looking at about 14+ days of non stop watching?

no but for real. i dont really keep track of time when im drawing, uhh. plus depending on the complexity... my recent jrwi drawings are sketches, so they took maybe one or two hours max. something rendered uhhh, maybe 5 hours? if i don't finish it in one day the chances of this drawing ever getting done are super low, soo yeah

[shadow-triadd]

whats up rotumblr, the shadow triad here. you probably know us from our work with team plasma- but we're alot more then just that. thats why we decided to show up here in the first place

first of all, allow us to introduce ourselves individually (we will all have to come up with a way to distinguish whos talking... different colored text or smth. this is gonna be so annoying)

starting off strong- im sparrow. i use he/hy/xe/it pronouns, & im the guy in the account's profile picture. im usually the one who plans everything out & thinks ahead, because my other two siblings are too dumb to do so. im masc, & im also usually the most reasonable & chill of the bunch. i'll probably be the most active here

heres some fun facts about me (sparrow)

im the only somewhat cis one out of my siblings (absolute win?)

im on the ace spectrum

i love bisharps, i have two bisharps. i will & would get more

i have never dated anyone before & i dont think i will. thats alright though 👍

anyways heres my trainer card & off to one of my siblings

absol- niki [she/her] ー bisharp [1]- carbon [they/them] ー bisharp [2]- iodine [they/them]

yooo other sibling here, whats up rotumblr im raven (the hottest one, obviously.)

i use she/they pronouns, transfem (dominant, not masc woman!) & pansexual woman so yeah. misgender me & i'll GET YOU <3 /srs

fun facts about me yeahh

i have a beautiful wife (girlfriend) <33

ghost types are my beloveds

i dream of being a dominant businesswoman (ceo dreams hear i come...)

did i mention that im the hottest? yeah im the hottest sibling

im bilingual (studied in kalos for a semester in college!)

trying to get away from my annoying ass siblings /hj

heres my trainer card !!

banette- loltia [he/she] ー bisharp- ultraviolet [they/it] ー glaceon- shebert [she/her]

hey, seems im always last. but whats up- im crowe. nice to meet everyone.

i use they/them pronouns, but sometimes it/its its alright. i dont do labels or whatever they're called either, so don't ask.

i do all the dirty work like actually taking people out, so thats what im usually doing. so you probably shouldnt ask what im doing. not to be rude or anything

fun facts about me. or something

i like corvids alot. they're really cool

im the shortest. raven makes fun of me alot for it

i dont talk much. im selectively mute actively, i had a brain injury when i was younger & thats why

i dont like that colress guy very much

thats it. heres my trainer card. bye

corvisquire- caviar [they/them]

[terraliensvent]

r we saying its problematic to post sfw artwork of a character with a nsfw alt cause thats rlly stupid

i agree the toyhouse should not have been linked without that art being maturity locked but as long as the art sent in the server wasnt nsfw which it appears it wasnt i do not see the issue.

not allowing sfw art of characters who have anything nsfw on their th seems rlly strict for no reason when they could just don’t allow the nsfw stuff or not allow the th to be shared

i would like to see both sides here fully bcuz no offense vibez is petty and aggressive af even if some of their points r valid and this feels like it could have been solved by asking them to just maturity lock the art in the th

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i think the bigger issue with it is the sheer hypocrisy of it.

smile demons is a species that has a history of being unsafe for minors and not taking proper action when dangerous people are reported, there are strong connotations to nsfw themes like leather play and bdsm, but its perfectly fine to post them in terra server because its (wrongfully imo) a “16+” species, yet symps (which are arguably more sfw) arent allowed because you cant advertise 18+ species. i find it pretty irresponsible that youre allowed to advertise a species that minors really shouldnt be playing around in (again, because of the suggestive theming and nsfw connotations, the fucking thumbnail for most of the myos is a character in leather gear), especially considering the fact we have proof of minors owning and interacting with others that have these fetish oriented characters

theres also the hypocrisy of being allowed to post characters/species with nsfw connotations when terra staff is so insanely strict about the nipple rule that you cant even post reference images without getting a warning

its, again, incredibly irresponsible to have someone on your mod team who argues leather gear and BDSM imagery is sfw, and who blurs the line to the point where they will link to a toyhouse with blatantly suggestive art and art where the character is wearing a GIMP MASK, with none of it being mature locked.

if youre gonna have a “minor friendly” server with adults in there too, you NEED to be as strict as possible with these things, the line shouldnt be blurred when it comes to NSFW shit because its incredibly easy for predators in discord servers to use plausible deniability to push the boundaries of what is and isnt ok to have around kids. ask yourself, would you be okay with seeing your 13 year old child be shown characters with gimp masks?

i think its one thing if youre just posting a normal sfw pic of your fursona who also has MATURE LOCKED nsfw on their profile. but its another thing entirely when youre posting a character with direct connotations to BDSM, who is part of a species that has heavy ties to BDSM and kink and has had issues in the past with minors, and linking that profile where none of the images are mature locked (and again, in the screenshot where they link the TH profile, a minor directly replies to them). you can bring up the hypocrisy again here, because terra staff HAVE taken issue with people posting th links in advertisements that contain art going against their nipple rule or other rules in the terra server. i also think its an problem that, when the issue is brought to tycho, he deflects and tells vibez to directly talk to the person theyre making the report against. thats just irresponsible from a moderation standpoint as well, and the cherry on top is banning them over this. they made a reasonable point, this character shouldnt be posted in the server, but because they bothered the mods enough in other situations this constituted a ban.

i said it in the og post, you can feel however you wanna feel about vibez being a bit of a dick lately with starting fights in terra server, but they shouldnt have been banned for bringing up the fact that characters like this should not be posted in the server. it seems like blatant loopholing around “no posting nsfw” and “no posting 18+ species.” like, in a fucked up alternate universe where succubuns was 16+ instead of 21+, would you say that should be allowed to be posted in a server full of minors that might want to join upon seeing the art?

[zeravmeta]

long winded whining underneath

saw that post abt the saberfaces and like while I can understand the point in like, a billion dollar company reusing a design/design element might not appear favorable and it isn't even that wrong to say they are squeezing their cash cow flagship character i fundamentally disagree because thats like the equivalent of complaining about jojo having every protagonist with a name that can be shortened to jojo or final fantasy always having reused monsters like bahamut

and this isnt even a "oh saber is good i swear!" type thing but like. fate's been around for almost two decades now and has had tons of media made with plenty of recurring motifs and thematics that are acknowledged by the writers who are incredibly vocal fans of the series so if you're going into a long established franchise and complaining about long standing injokes and long standing patterns it comes across less as poining out the flaws in a billion dollar company and more like you just dont like that you didnt get it at first? takeuchi samefaceness isnt a problem unique to takeuchi and there are thousands of artists who have the same issue and even then a bunch of the saberfaces werent even drawn by takeuchi at first (nero was wada and jeanne & mordred was konoe) so them playing off the saberface jokes with designs isnt even that agregious because even if they have similar colors you'd have to be reading it in bad faith to say that the fgo artoria and fgo jeannes takeuchi designs are the exact same. an artist can have a style to how they draw their characters and just because there is overlap does not automatically equate that to having lazy designs.

more than anything saberfacing is part of nasuverse iconography, when a character is a saberface it isnt just about selling the design it is in fact an intentional design choice that tells you about the themeing of the character. im not going to say that nasuverse lore is sacred because it definitely isnt and they are in fact just doing what they think is cool but when you have nasu literally adding a chapter for limbo because he thought hasendows design was so beautiful it shouldn't be limited to a single appearance and then had that expanded into one of the more popular story chapters that tells you that these are creators who do pay attention to the designs that go into their characters. the same applies to chica umenos oberon, to wada and redrops designs and so many more, they absolutely care about the art that goes into their series.

I'm not gonna tell you that you must absolutely do your homework to enjoy any piece of fate media we are all free to do literally whatever we want forever and -clenches fist- you can also enjoy it in any type of way even in a surface level way. but when you acknowledge that a series is long standing with deeper themes acknowledged by its long standing playerbase and that the writers have so much passion for their own work (for better or worse, again nasuverse is absolutely not immune to criticism), saying that it comes across as disingenuous to have a recurring character design injoke because its heavily popular now despite not being popular once upon a time in itself comes across as disingenuous. nasuverse stuff being born of niche doujin circles and still being in touch with those roots isnt some kind of disqualification of the existence of saberfaces or the reasons behind them. when we ask you to read fate stay night its literally because we want you to enjoy it More so that you can, in fact, understand why saberface is a thing to begin with. being a popular franchise nowadays doesnt remove any of that charm unless you're specifically ignoring them. we literally have bbs profile in fgo say 'if you want to understand her deal and the deal of other similar characters read fate extra ccc' (bb herself being a sakuraface) so like theyre fully forward about the most accessible entrypoint into the franchise having a ton of history behind it

[legacyshenanigans]

You know what, fuck it, I'm gonna tell y'all another story, while I'm reminiscing to myself about past shit. To be honest, this one really is wild as fuck, it's probably one of the most scary and downright STUPID things I have EVER fucking done. And looking back, I can't help but CRINGE at myself for being such a fucking idiot.. So strap it for this one. 😅 Its like..NOT even funny, but I can't help but use laughing emojis because thats just how I fuckin deal with things lmao. It's another "Met someone online" story.

I'd again, being 18 and stupid, I met a guy online, exchanged numbers, we spoke on the phone a few times, I thought he was hot from the pics i'd seen, I was down to fuck, so was he, so he asked me to go to his house.

First red flag was the fact that HE could drive and I couldn't at the time, yet he didn't want to come and pick me up, I had to get to his place myself, So I did. I had to take like 2 different buses and then a taxi to his place, because he lived in the middle of bumfuck nowhere.

So I pull up to this gaff, walk to the door, knock, some man answers and I ask if *dude I'd been talking to* was there, and he tells me that it's him. I'd been catfished, dude didn't look ANYTHING like the photo's I'd seen of "him" but it was definitely him because i knew his voice. He very confidently invited me inside, and I WENT INSIDE..

His house was literally a wreck too, it looked OK from the outside, but inside was awful, there was literally walls missing and stuff, and it was just a complete mess, kinda like he was in the process of having work done on his house, but the house was also just minging and gross, and it smelt weird as fuck, and just from looking around it wasn't just one room, this dudes whole ass house was like this.

Anyway...I don't know WHAT THE FUCK I was thinking at the time but he starts kissing me and I GO WITH IT. I assumed he was going to take me upstairs to his bedroom, but he didn't he lead me into a garage area where there was a dirty old mattress on the floor, and we proceeded to have sex on it.

Now, you're gonna be like "Girl wtf?!" But the sex itself was pretty decent lmfao. The man knew what he was doing. HOWEVER the situation as a WHOLE was all kinds of fuckin weird and messed up 😅

Anyway...After we fuck, we kinda just like, sit there, on the dirty ass mattress for a while, talking, and then the realisation hit me and I remember thinking "Woah, this is weird, what the FUCK am I doing? I need to get the fuck out of here" So I got up and got dressed and politely told him I needed to go, I remember he just kinda nodded and was like "Ok cool" and I just left, I was in the middle of nowhere but I didn't wanna call another taxi, and have to wait around at his house for it, so I wandered down some dirty road for a while until I got somewhere I could explain to the taxi place where I was. Went back to the bus station, took another 2 buses and went home..

Took a screenshot of his dating profile.

Blocked him, blocked his number, sent the dating app an email saying that his profile was fake, and that was it.

So yeah.

Again..Wild...Wild and FUCKING stupid of me 😅

~

[imagines--galore]

||Mind Over Matter|| Part Five

Summary: Evelyn is Penelope Garcia’s protegé. She is a tech  wiz, and knows her way around any kind of security and just like her  mentor knows how to dig deep and get into the past of anyone and has a  knack for anything with a chip in it. Including potato chips. The one  thing she fails at is figuring out is the mind and how it works. Rated T  for blood and language.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Evelyn Richardson(OC)

Rating || Genres || Warnings: T+ Romance. Adventure. Family. Some language, blood and violence in later installments.

Previously - Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four

A/N: Next chapter incoming! Hope you enjoy!

Takes place during and after episode six season one

Evelyn was pacing the length of the room, in front of Penelope and Morgan, wringing her hands and biting down on her lip so heard it was a miracle she wasn't drawing blood, although she could taste the metallic tinge rising to the surface.

"Sweetie, would you relax! You're gonna do fine." Penelope's voice rang out but it didn't have the desired effect since the young woman only shook her head.

"No. I'm not gonna do fine! I'm gonna fail I know it." She said, her voice high pitched. Her hand lifted off its own accord towards her lips as she started her nervous habit of biting her nails, making Penelope roll her eyes.

"And stop doing that." She scolded. Evelyn nodded absentmindedly not stopping her nail biting. Morgan decided to step in when Garcia looked in his direction in a helpless way.

"Come on Ginger. You've always done great when you and I spar." He said, thinking of all the times the shorter red head and pinned him to the ground. Evelyn threw her hands out, turning towards her friends.

"I know, but thats only because I know how you move and I can see where the next blow is gonna be coming from. Which I certainly won't know with the Instructor!" Her voice got higher and higher until she was almost shouting at the end. That and with the added effect of stomping her foot at the end made her look like a little kid.

Sometimes Penelope would forget that her protege was only in her early twenties. She would act so mature and serious while working that she couldn't picture Evelyn doing anything like stomping her foot, pouting or even throwing a tantrum and yet here she was doing just that. Maybe these were the aftereffects from being a daddy's girl? But she didn't really know much about profiling so she simply made a mental note to ask Morgan later.

It was rare that Evelyn would be acting like she was now. Usually she was calm and quite, with a level head, going about her day. Fixing all the different gadgets that would come her way. From microchips to be inserted into a person to computers and even tracers. The red head would try to talk as little as possible but treat all her associates politely and with respect yet when she was around her Team it was as if she was a completely different person. Sure she was shy and easily embarrassed whatever the situation maybe but she was more cheerful and more happy while around them. Respectful, towards Hotch and Gideon since she saw them both as her superiors. Playful and happy with Penelope and Morgan. Laughing with JJ. Having serious discussions with Elle whenever she had the chance. And arguing, or rather debating as the two of them (Spencer and Evelyn) called it, with Reid.

Even after three years of attending the FBI Training Academy she didn't seem to have changed much.

Evelyn turned to her friends. "I don't know why I have to take this exam! I hardly ever go into the field." Morgan shrugged.

"But you do go out sometime don't you? The FBI tries to prepare its Agents as much as they can." He said, trying to calm the younger girl. He stood up, placing his hands on her shoulders.

"Look just calm down. I'm sure you will do great." Evelyn looked up at him for a few seconds before sighing and nodding silently. Morgan squeezed her shoulders in a comforting gesture.

"Alright." She muttered under her breath.

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Hotch shook his head once again when Reid missed his mark by a few inches. He had been coaching the young genius for the past half hour but they didn't seem to be making any progress. It was a good thing he was a very patient man or else he would've given up fifteen minutes into the lesson. The older agent was coaching Reid with using a gun. His exam was tomorrow and so far he had not been able to get one bullet through the mark. His student had already admitted that he wouldn't be passing the exam.

And he wasn't the only one.

Evelyn had a physical exam tomorrow as well. It was more of a sparing match between two agents-in-training to see how they would hold against an unknown opponent. It was mandatory for every agent to take a sparring exam. Even those who didn't have to go out in the field that often, like Evelyn. She was a technician and a hacker. She herself had told him that she didn't belong out in the field. She felt more comfortable with working to bring down the bad guys from inside the confines of her little Tech Heaven with Garcia and making new gadgets and such that would help other Agents in bringing down the criminals and such.

"Agent Hotch!"

Speak of the devil.

The older agent turned, just as Reid made another shot, this one a bit closer to the target, just in time to see Evelyn cover her ears at the sound of the gun going off. He placed a hand on Reid's shoulder, indicating him to stop and turned towards the youngest member of his Team.

"What is it Evelyn?" He asked, his tone gaining the inquiring lilt it always did when he talked to her, removing the ear protectors as she approached them.

"I just wanted to ask if they have submitted the time for my exam sir?" She was nervous about it, he could tell, by the way she kept biting her lip and playing with her hair.

"Tomorrow at 12 in the afternoon. You know the location?" He added, to which she nodded, before gesturing towards the gun he was holding.

"How's he lesson going?" Reid sighed in a dejected manner, removing his ear protectors from where they were resting on his shoulders.

"Horrible." He mumbled. Evelyn sighed sympathetically.

"I know what you mean." She muttered, which made Hotch shake his head, as he controlled the overwhelming need to roll his eyes.

"Just relax. You both will do fine." He tried to reassure them, patting them on the shoulder. The two of them only fixed him with a pathetic and lost look which very nearly made him sigh.

Youngsters these days.

He knew that Reid was afraid he would fail like he did the previous times. And considering Reid was someone who succeeded in everything that he did, it was going to be hard for him if he failed again. And Evelyn's problem was that she didn't think herself capable of defeating anyone. The fear stemmed from her insecurity about her height. She was shorter then the average FBI recruit and it made her loose her confidence, what little she had, more and more.

Hotch sighed inwardly. It was like dealing with two insecure teenagers. His own son wasn't even born yet and he was going to get grey hair between the two youngest members of his Team.

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Elle looked up from her desk just in time to see Evelyn's head connect with the surface of her own desk with a thump, making her wince. The agent smiled sympathetically as the younger woman sat up straight, pushing her glasses up to rub her eyes.

"When was the last time you slept?"

Evelyn groaned as she readjusted her glasses.

"The day before yesterday? Last night?" She tried to recall, yawning widely.

"Don't remember." She mumbled. Elle closed the file she had been reading, making sure to mark it, before turning her attention towards the red head.

"Your exam is still a couple of hours away. Why don't you take a nap and I'll wake you up." Elle prepared herself for an argument. Evelyn would never give into anything without an argument. She had learned as much from the debates she had with Reid. But the red head only nodded her eyelids already drooping, as she placed her arms on top of her desk, placing her head on them, and closing her eyes. Elle smiled sympathetically as she stood up from her chair and walked out of the bullpen. She passed Reid's desk as she did. Quickly tapping the back of the book he was reading to gain his attention she motioned with her head towards the sleeping red head.

"Make sure no one wakes her up. And if they ask why she is sleeping, tell them she has an exam in a few hours." Reid nodded, glancing in Evelyn's direction and frowning when he saw that she still had her glasses on, which were now sitting crookedly on her nose. As Elle disappeared around the corner, Reid stood up from his desk, covering the distance of the few steps that were between his and Evelyn's desk. Gently and as cautiously as he could he pulled off her glasses and set them aside. The red head didn't even stir, her breathing even and deep, a tendril of her naturally curly wavy hair falling over her face. Without even missing a beat Reid turned back to his desk and began to read his book again, completely missing the look JJ was giving him from her desk.

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Evelyn winced as she checked her reflection in the side mirror of her car. She readjusted her glasses, making sure they were in place before straightening the front of her shirt and the shrug she was wearing that day before starting to walk towards the glass doors of the FBI building. Trying to remain unnoticed was hard when you were wearing a pair of dark glasses inside the building. She was so used to people walking past, barely even giving her a glance that she was shifting nervously as she tried not to stare back at the people who were staring at her. She would just have to spend the entire day inside her office with Garcia.

Penelope wouldn't stare or ask why she was wearing dark glasses. It would be safe in there. Except the bad thing was, to get to the office she had to walk the length of the bullpen.

Keep your head down and hope that no one would notice you.

Stuffing her hands in the pockets of the jeans she was wearing that day, Evelyn ducked her head and started to walk across the bullpen, dodging and avoiding as much as she could. She couldn't believe how lucky she was being with not being spotted by anyone. Even her team.

But of course her luck ran out when, in her haste, she collided with somebody.

"Hey! Are y-Evelyn?"

And with somebody she knew.

She looked up to see JJ staring at her. Her lips pulled into a smile.

"Hi JJ!" She said, trying to sound as she normally would. But of course the glasses she was wearing didn't help in the least. Evelyn gulped as JJ raised an eyebrow at her.

"Evelyn? Why are you wearing sun glasses inside?"

Lie. She had to lie.

"My eyes get really sensitive to light sometimes and I have to wear sunglasses even when I'm inside."

That was believable right? Please let it be believable.

The blonde nodded, frowning slightly. "Alright then." She began to walk past her, looking over her shoulder as she said. "Just take care of yourself."

Evelyn nodded. As soon as JJ had disappeared she ket out a breath she didn't know she had been holding. Pursing her lips she quickly started to make her way towards her office, making a mental note to tell everyone the exact same excuse when and if anyone asked.

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"You what?!"

Except maybe Penelope.

Evelyn hung her head, as her mentor stood in front of her. Penelope couldn't help but notice how she looked like a kid who was in trouble.

Which she kind of was.

"Evelyn. Why would you lie about this?" Her voice was soft and her face kind. She would never scold the red head. That wasn't who she was and anyway Evelyn was too sweet and cute to be yelled at in her opinion.

"Because I don't want to have the Team feel as if they have to protect me everywhere they go." Evelyn muttered under her breath, her fingers playing with the hem of her shrug, her converse clad foot making incoherent patterns in the carpet.

"Oh sugar." The blonde patted the younger girl on the back, pulling her chair closer towards her.

"I know you think you can handle everything but sometimes its good to ask for help." Penelope frowned in confusion as the red head shook her head.

"No, Penelope. Its not about asking help. Its more about protecting them. What if we're in the field and I-we get overwhelmed and I can't fight back and because of that the others might get hurt trying to make sure I don't get hurt."

Her voice and face were so full of fright that Penelope threw her arms around her, holding her close as Evelyn finally let loose the few tears that had welled up in her eyes.

"Oh sweetie! Shh...Its alright." She said, her voice low, rubbing her protege's back in smooth circular soothing motions, trying to get her to calm down.

"You know you don't have to feel like that in front of anyone on the Team." She whispered, trying to calm her friend.

"They all think of you as a very strong person." Evelyn pulled back, her face blotchy and streaked with tear tracks.

"They do?" She asked, her voice cracking in places, as she tried to calm herself. Penelope nodded, smiling.

"Morgan told me that you are the spunkiest girl he had ever met. And knowing the amount of girls he has met I would say he is right." She winked at the red head, earning a small laugh, as she sniffed one last time and nodded.

"Yea, alright. I can go with that." She said, smiling and looking as if a load had been lifted from her shoulders.

"Thanks Penelope." The blonde waved her hand, patting the red head's cheek lightly.

"I'll always be around for you Sugar." She said, smiling.

                                              ————————–

The Team had gotten back from their case where a Sniper or rather an L.D.S.K. (Long Distance Serial Killer) had been on the loose. It had been a close call since both Hotch and Reid had been taken hostage by the suspect and Hotch had his firearms taken from him. But luckily he had been able to give Reid the gun he always carried around as an extra and Reid shot the killer dead. They had gotten back about fifteen minutes ago and Morgan had told her how Hotch had to hit Reid, and keep hitting him, or rather kicking him so that he could get the gun that was strapped on the side of his leg.

"And so the war hero returns."

Reid looked up from where he had just collapsed into his desk chair to see Evelyn sitting across from him, wearing her sunglasses. He shifted slightly, his smile turning into a wince at the movement, turning so that he could see her properly.

"What this?" He asked, gesturing towards the wound at the side of his cheek where the bruise was already turning purple and blue.

"This is nothing. You should've seen the ones I got from the Jocks back in High School." He said, grinning slightly. "Hotch kicks like a little girl."

Evelyn chuckled at the face her friend pulled, before she tilted her head.

"How are you feeling though?" She asked, her voice soft. "I know it wouldn't have been easy shooting the man." She deliberately didn't use the word killing. Somehow the word 'Killing' made everything sound so inhumane. The red head had never liked the word. Spencer gave a small nod.

"I'm alright." He said in a low voice. His eyes were honest, his face open as he looked back at her and she gave a small smile.

"Good." She said, before biting down on her lip her smile widening slightly as she pulled off her sunglasses.

"I guess we both have similar war wounds now."

Spencer stared at her.

Evelyn's right eye was puffy and swollen an ugly shade of blue, purple, black and yellow in some places. Anger boiled up inside him as he frowned darkly. He opened his mouth to inquire who had hurt her when a shrill whistle rang out.

"Woah! Thats a shiner." The two of them turned to see Morgan approaching them, holding a cup of coffee. He stood next to Evelyn's desk, nodding towards her eye.

"So who gave you that?" He asked. His tone was calm and low, but Spencer could read his body and saw how tense he was. Clearly Morgan was as mad as he was at seeing their friend hurt.

Evelyn bit down on her lip for a brief second before looking at the two of them in turn.

"Well I had my physical exam yesterday and I got paired with am FBI recruit whose physique was...well slightly larger then me." Morgan frowned at the slight hesitation.

"How larger?"

Evelyn pursed her lips, looking up at him with a mix of sheepishness and nervousness.

"Almost as tall as Spencer and as bulky as two of you." Spencer's eyes widened at the description, while Morgan looked furious.

"Are they insane?" The young doctor asked, almost getting out of his seat but his injuries held him back. The red head quickly shook her head.

"No. No. Spencer. Its alright. See it was a good thing." Spencer frowned.

"And how is you getting hurt a good thing?" He demanded, frowning darkly. To both their surprises Evelyn gave a small smile.

"Well he did land a hit." She gestured towards her eyes. "And a couple other." The red head lifted the sleeve of her shrug to show the bruise where he had gripped her from, before continuing. "But because of my 'physique'," She made air quotes with her fingers. "I was faster and more agile then he was and I managed to bring him down by the simplest trick in the book." Her lips pulled into a grin at the end, a giggle escaping her, making Spencer raise an eyebrow.

"And what exactly did you do?" Morgan asked, clearly confused and curious as to what the red head would've done. Evelyn shrugged, her cheeks reddening as she did.

"Kicked him in the nuts." She mumbled, hoping none of them would hear her.

But of course they did.

Morgan let out a laugh that had other Agents look over in their direction in confusion.

On the other hand, Spencer learned that laughing when your ribs were slightly cracked hurt a lot. But he couldn't help it. He chuckled and exclaimed from the pain at the same time, prompting Evelyn to lean down beside pressing a comforting hand on his shoulder while Morgan stood next to them.

"You okay there kid?" He asked, his voice laced with concern, but he was laughing slightly at what Evelyn had done. Reid nodded, heaving a slow and deep sigh to calm himself.

"I'm alright. I'm alright." He mumbled, sitting up in his chair. Evelyn's eyes shone with concern.

"I'm sorry, Spence! I didn't mean to-" But he only shook his head.

"Evelyn, it wasn't your fault. Actually I'm glad you told us this little story." Morgan nodded, ruffling her hair as she stood up.

"Yeah. Good job Ginger." He said before walking over to his desk, which was on Evelyn's opposite side.

"Seems like you two are growing up." He chuckled, taking a sip of his coffee as he did. Evelyn smiled at him, her cheeks still burning with her blush.

"Well they had to sometime." Gideon commented, having heard the whole conversation from where he was standing near Elle's desk, not even looking up from the file he was reading.

Evelyn smiled as she walked back to her desk.

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Something To Share With the Class?

Deanic Prompt Generator Week

Day 4 - “Nic and Deacon reveal their Tumblr blogs to each other. Deacon turns out to be Nic’s #1 Tumblr crush.”

…well thats ironic huh. im basically bein forced to do like a modern AU in this, rip.

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“What’s up with Nic lately?” Tom asked Deacon in passing, while fidgeting with an old wrench.

“Whaddya mean?”

“He’s real off. Like, he don’t talk to no one,” he smacked his lips together. “Don’t mean to sound like an old fart, but he’s always on his phone.”

“Really? He acts normal with me.” Deacon shrugged, “well, he doesn’t usually act normal, huh?”

They laughed it off, giving Deacon the opportunity to go to the shared bedroom.

Maybe what Tom said did concern him a bit.

Nic was on the bed, poking at his phone screen. As soon as Deacon entered, he dropped the phone onto the mattress like he was never engrossed in it.

“Got something to share with the class?”

“The class?”

“Mhm. Me, myself, and I,” he pointed his thumbs at himself. “Second time this week somebody asks me about you. I get it if you don’t like talking, duh, but you can’t just become a little crab now.”

Nic‘s face flushed and sat up, “I don’t know what they’re talking about.”

“Neither do I!” Deacon lowered himself onto the bed, purposely sitting on Nic’s phone, “come on, you don’t gotta hide anything from me, baby.”

“Hypocrite,” he lifted Deacon up with ease to take back his device. “Not so sneaky either.” Embarrassed by his own words, Nic grit his teeth, “you know that one app?”

“There are literally millions of apps.”

“T-Tumblr, you know it?”

The lightbulb in Deacon’s head sparkled on, it showed in his expression, “ohhh! Yeah, I got it, like, yesterday-ish.” He grabbed his phone from his pocket and opened the app. “Tom wanted me to follow him… now my feed’s full of his weird shit,” he scrolled through for examples. “Ah, what were you gonna say?”

Nic ran a hand through his hair and opened Tumblr on his own phone. In shame, he simply tossed it onto Deacon’s lap.

“Well, well, well. Must be something bad.” Deacon grinned and picked the phone up to his view. Nic immediately dropped his head to his lap.

His profile seemed normal at first, but every post was related to “husband,” “LOML,” or flat-out “Deacon.” His profile picture and banner were both pictures of them. Not to mention his bio…

“43 years old. Man. Married for 10 years. I have a husband. I’m married to my husband. I’m slightly homosexual and I love him.”

The blush that summoned beneath his sunglasses was unlike any other. “Hm… w-wha?”

“I could just delete it all, it’s okay. Everything’s just old.”

“This one’s from this morning!”

“I-I had it scheduled,” he lied through trembling teeth. Each scroll Deacon‘s finger did made Nic shrink and whimper closer to his legs.

”Woah, I actually look good in that photo,” he chirped. “Love your shirt in that one. I gotta wear that pair of jeans more. I-… hold on… you said you wanted to do what to me on November fi-?“

Nic launched up, “I-I wasn’t in the right state of mind that day!”

Deacon put the phone back in Nic’s pocket. “Didn’t think you were that… in love. You don’t have anything else to post about?”

“…Well, Hancock and I talk about our-“

“I’ll stop you there,” Deacon gritted his teeth and shook his head, “don’t even wanna know.”

Nic nodded his head and pouted, “you’re not mad or anything?”

“I’m flattered, definitely. Kind of shocked, no, very shocked, but I’m flattered,” a little smirk came onto his face, “not about one thing, though.”

“Which is?”

“You were posting about something bad. Totally horrible. Like, that creep is clearly wearing a wig.”

“D-Don’t say things like that about yourself!”

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deacon probably wouldnt even have a pfp. his acc would just unintentionally look like a bot’s. since nic is basically a very edited s/i of me, would his blog also be named “hiscloakmydaggers??” hmmm… new theory

site 4 prompt: https://atsuzaki-playground.neocities.org/