#rot proof

[sincerelybubbles]

ok shy bau reader and the team finally managed to get her to come a rossi dinner party so she can meet the rest of the team families that she hasn’t met yet, maybe after her first date with hitch and the team realized quickly she softened very fast with the kids and jack and her just seemed to click really fast and jack had her talking more than any of the team has so far… hotch is star eyes

hotch x shy!bau!reader \\ Dinner and Delights

Warnings: brief mention/allusions to Christianity. Otherwise, fluff! More insight into what Aaron is thinking :) I got very carried away, I hope you enjoy <3

"Woah hot stuff, where are you going so fast?" Morgan intercepts you with an arm around your shoulder as you attempt to slip out of the BAU unnoticed. "Hopefully to get ready for our big dinner plans?"

It's not that you don't want to go to one of Rossi's famous dinner parties, you're just afraid that your sub-par social skills would be noticeable by tenfold in a more casual environment.

At work, you can hide your quietness by talking about the psychology of the unsub, your specialty as a licensed psychologist. You can pretend you're not hiding in your shell when the team is all laughing and talking about personal lives by quietly listening while pretending to read your maps and journals. You can observe them and spend time with them, because you do truly love them all at this point, without feeling bad that you prefer to listen over talk.

And that's really it - you prefer to listen to them. You would say you've all but warmed up to all of them. You like Morgan's teasing, Emily's stories, Reid's rambling, Rossi's sarcasm, and Hotch's...

Everything, but the thought snaps you back to the present before you can dwell on memories of a sweet date in a dark restaurant.

"Of course," you succeed, nodding and sending him a tight-lipped smile.

"Hey," he slows you down and stops in the hallway, turning you to face him gently before lifting his hands in a placating gesture as if you were an animal he expects to run. "You don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with but I promise none of us are trying to lead our little lamb to slaughter. We know you're quiet," the admission embarrasses you and makes you feel guilty pleasant that he sounds so gentle about it, "and nobody minds, I think it's cute and I think the rest are just happy our other genius isn't as vocal as Reid."

Your nose scrunches at the small dig and you open your mouth to protest at putting Reid down to lift you up.

"And look at that! Another thing we all love - you're quiet but won't let anyone say anything about the other behind their back. You're a good person, we all just want to spend some less-intense time with you. So, go home and doll yourself up, and get ready to see Hotch wine tipsy. We all know that's your main motivator." Morgan winks at you and moves quickly down the hall and away from you, laughing, before you can protest.

He's not wrong, though, and you shake your head as you move toward the elevator.

You end up on Rossi's doorstep, choking the neck of a bottle of expensive wine between two sweaty palms. Your heart is in your throat, nerves humming in anticipation.

Your team cares about you. Nobody expects you to be anything you're not. Gentle affirmations meant to soothe over your skin in gently lapping waves erupt into steam; like water hitting lava rock. You're too tense, too worried about not saying enough or too much; saying the wrong thing or saying the right thing only once and never living up to the expectation of repeated occurrences.

"Hey," Emily says from behind you. You turn to see her jogging up to stand beside you, brushing off her pants and adjusting her jacket. "You brought wine!" She cheers happily, reaching past you to turn the nob and open the door.

She gestures you inside, making no comment about your obvious hesitance. With her by your side, your nerves are calmed. Aside from Aaron, she's the easiest for you to be around. You don't feel any expectations with Emily. She doesn't talk too much or too little, doesn't push, doesn't ever send a pitying look when you opt out of activities outside of work.

"Château Lafite," you say to her, lifting the wine and shaking it gently in the air as you walk inside.

"Oh! Fancy wine."

"Wine?" Rossi asks, rounding a corner. He's dressed slightly more casually in a soft sweater and jeans, drying his hands off with a pristine dish towel. "The more the merrier, bring it in here."

You follow his gesture back into the kitchen, leaving Emily to go to what you presume is the living or dining area.

"Where did you find this?" Rossi asks, taking the wine from you to examine it and letting out a low whistle as he appreciates it.

"Just my local winery," you say, neglecting to admit that you go there often enough that the owner leaves the nicer stuff behind the counter for you.

Lonely nights crave wine, twisting them into lovely things you can appreciate. You enjoy your own company after years of quietly observing others. You've learned how to observe yourself, too, after all of these years.

And, even though you don't quite realize it, the self-awareness carries like confidence. That's what Aaron sees in you: observant eyes darting across a room and noticing everything, understanding flickering before anyone else catches a cue, deft movements across the paper while taking notes, and swift motions always with a purpose.

It's what he sees now, hands in the pockets of his dark jeans while he leans in the doorway of Rossi's kitchen, watching you. How could he not? You're a lovely creature, always begging for his eyes to settle on you for another second, and then another.

He knows the moment you realize he's in the room, minutes before Rossi. You stand straighter, tilt your chin lower, and are aware far before you tilt your head to the side to send him a soft smile. He returns it before Rossi can catch him. It's a warmth he wants to reserve for you.

"Dave," he interrupts the other man's monologuing about the wine he's sure you already know all about, "Jack would like to know if he and Spencer can use your chess set when he gets here?"

"Of course, I'll get it from my study." Rossi leaves, passing you the wine and gesturing to the opener.

Aaron steps in before you can start the process of opening the wine. He doesn't quite know why, but he wants to do it for you. He finds himself wanting that more and more recently: to do simple tasks for the sole purpose of you not having to do them. Opening doors and pulling out chairs are simple gestures that he did with Hayley, but he wants to do sillier, smaller, things, too. Straighten the pens on your desk back into their cup, reorganize the files on your desktop, untangle the wires of the headphones he really should reprimand you for using at your desk, open a damn bottle of wine he can't pronounce the name of but that he heard you say so gently to Emily as you walked in.

"Jack's here?" You ask, handing him the wine and crossing your arms over your chest as you lean back against the counter to watch him work.

He relishes how your eyes focus on his arms, pupils dilating, as his muscles work under his thin henley.

"Yes, I have him this weekend and he likes to spend time with Reid and Garcia."

He has to step closer to reach above you to get the wine glasses. He could ask you to step aside, tuck his hand against your waist to move you himself, or simply walk into the next room to grab the glasses sitting on the table. But, instead, he tucks one foot in between yours, puts one hand on the back of your head to guard it from the cabinet, and opens it to find the nicer crystal there.

Your breath hitches across his neck and he remembers the chaste kisses he's given you before. Nothing serious, nothing has been yet because he's waiting for you to lead him into that, but tantalizing nonetheless. He steps back to pour the wine, standing closer to you than he started.

A little for you, passed gently, and then a little for him. Dave could pour his own glass.

You take the wine and sip it slowly, tongue darting out to taste before you sip. He's reminded of communion as a child. The blood of christ, sacred, something to be tasted but not meant to satiate. Reverence in a sip, devotion in a small act.

He wants to give you the same thing. The desire hits him in the sternum, suddenly, leaving him winded as he watches you lower the glass. Your eyes are locked on his, you haven't seemed as hesitant about holding his gaze recently - something that makes him melt - and he wonders if you can feel how he wants to take care of you. How he wants to show you the same force that water uses to carve canyons. Persistence and pressure, time and care. He's willing to take his time, he's filled with the same patience as everything all together in nature. He's a rabbit perched on its hind legs, sniffing the wind for safety before darting forward; the bird hung in flight between beats of wings, the whisper of wind carrying small seeds miles away to wait and watch the growth. Wait, wait, wait, however long it takes, he's there. For you.

It's a strong feeling to fully realize in David Rossi's kitchen, but he's grateful for it, anyway.

"It's good," you comment softly, eyes smiling.

"Is it?" He asks, setting his glass down and retaking his spot nearer to you. He misses your warmth. "Can I?" He asks, brushing his fingers across your jugular before cupping your cheek.

"Taste the wine?" You tease, eyes flickering to his glass. The gentle jest pulls a chuckle from his chest. Another thing you've become more comfortable doing around him. His blood and bones sing at how familiar you can be with him.

"Yes," he says in a breath, dipping his head down to brush his lips against yours.

And you're reciprocating - you've always reciprocated, enthusiastically, just never in the pressing way you are now. You set down your own glass to hold his arms in both of your hands. Fingers dig into his arm as you sigh and open your mouth, new lands to explore, tilting your head back to grant him full access.

"Daddy?" Jack asks and Aaron pulls away, a man parched and staring at an oasis in the middle of a desert, before Jack can round the corner. He doesn't go far, though, hand traveling down to the small of your back as he turns.

"Jack?" Aaron replies, waiting for him to come around the corner.

"Hello," Jack says, stopping in the doorway and looking up at you with wide eyes.

You've met him a few times before, always in passing, but you still smile warmly and wave at him.

"Hi, Jack."

"Do you know how to play chess?" Jacks asks. Aaron smiles at the eagerness on his son's face.

"Yes, I do. Would you like to play?"

"Yes please!" Jack jumps forward to grab your hand, pulling you into the living room before you can react.

You go easily, though, following him with a gentle laugh that warms the coldest parts of him. Pieces of him he doesn't think have seen the light in years brighten at the sound. He's heard you laugh before but something about the sight of you laughing because of Jack illuminates needs that he didn't even know he had. Needs you're meeting before he can feel the yawning desire of them.

He follows, unable to resist the desire to see you two interact over and over again. You're setting up the board, listening to Jack chatter on, nodding intently.

[electricalpylon]

TAKE MY UQUIZ BOY

[my-pjo-stuff]

Headcanon Time :

Luke holds the record of the fastest claimed demigod in Camp Halfblood. He spent three minutes in Camp, Thalia just turned into a tree, and the first thing the Campers saw when checking out what had just happened was Luke a 14 year old Luke sitting in the grass crying. With Hermes' symbol glowing over his head, brighter than it had with every other demigod child he ever claimed. Hermes and other campers might have interperted this as a show of love, They were bedazzled, a demigod claimed so soon? With not even one action of glory? Not one show of his ability?

It caused almost as much ruckus in the camp as Thalia's death and turning into a tree did. And it only served to built up this image of Luke as a great and strong demigod. Unfortunately that circumstance only served to alienate Luke. His best friend just died- turned into a tree. The child he saw himself responsible for was just deeply traumatized. Yet all people talked about was his dad? About how fast his father told them that he was his father? To Luke, who always knew about his father- this wasn't a miracle. Him getting claimed so soon meant nothing to him at all. But the apathy of camp towards Thalia in favor of his father's actions? That meant everything to him.

[iwishiwasloopisatspursedog]

the only evidence you have left that you were ever a person.

if you spent it, you wouldn’t even be able to buy a whole croissant.

[theanimeroom]

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

💎 jailbird!kazutora who never learned how to eat you out.

“fuck, just like that tora,”

your silky, sweet voice left the two-tone haired man moaning into your cunt, lips wrapped firmly around your clit. your hips twitched at the sensation, grinding down onto his face with purpose. his lips loosened their grip on your sensitive bud, parting them in favor of abusing it with his tongue instead, flicking until his head was trapped between the pillowy surface of your thighs. a broken whine rumbled it’s way from your chest, fingers lacing through his black and blonde strands.

fuck, he was so good at this. for him to have been a beginner, he picked up on everything quite quickly. he was silent and attentive as you guided his hands, running them over every last spot that made you tick. by the time you’d let him go, he’d memorized every erogenous zone on you. your pussy was gushing with slick the moment his fingers dug into the flesh of your inner thighs, dragging you towards him near the edge of the bed. you’d only briefly mentioned that the inside of your thighs were sensitive in passing, not expecting him to remember every last detail.

but alas, he loved you, so what else was he supposed to do?

when the tip of his tongue brushed against your sensitive clit for the first time, kazutora swore that he could have come on the spot. you let out the sweetest moan, back arching as you tried to roll your hips up for more. your eyebrows were threaded together, the simple action already leaving you with little air in your lungs. you tasted like heaven when kazutora took your cunt into his mouth, eyes rolling into the back of his head as his hands found their way under your legs. his fingers hooked into the dip between your labia and thighs, forcing your hips down onto his tongue.

you were like an addiction, the moment he got a taste of you he was obsessed, refusing to come back up for air until you were a writhing mess for him. your pleas for him to slow down only sent him into overdrive, your eyes nearly crossing as he forced the band in your lower belly to snap with one final roll of his tongue over your clit. when your eyes accidentally lock while you’re pushing the blonde strands of hair out of his face, he gives you a drunken smile, lower half of his face drenched in your arousal. he could care less though, as your sweet cunt was definitely his new favorite meal <3.

[shorthaltsjester]

you’re telling me the bridgerton writers really said “we’ll have benedict suggest john throw rocks at francesca’s window as a bold declaration of love” knowing full well that eloise was throwing rocks at penelope’s window in season one and had eloise staring longingly after penelope all season and have had eloise essentially always be short with colin and made it canon that as a child she wanted to be a knight with penelope and they said they’d be spinsters together and i’m somehow supposed to buy that she wasn’t in love with penelope? sure

[katsco]

orpheus and eurydice: a dbd essay

Orpheus and Eurydice is a tragic love story, they call it love at first sight and marry after Orpheus returns from an expedition but she unfortunately dies from a snake bite. Orpheus travels to the underworld and begs Hades to let him take Eurydice back with him, Hades agrees but on the condition that Orpheus cannot look at her until they are both back into the light and so their journey begins. Orpheus relies on Eurydice's footsteps alone to know she is following him and after a long journey they finally make it out, however Orpheus turns to look at Eurydice too early as she had not made it into the light yet which leads to her being taken back into the underworld forever.

Charles, without knowing the entire story, compares him and Edwin to this tragic tale. As they are travelling out of hell, Edwin stops him to confess his love which lead Charles to asking it this were 'one of those Orpheus and Eurydice' moments to which Edwin has to explain it ended in tragedy and Charles to reveal he never finished it.

Despite Charles having never finished this story he knew the main parts: Orpheus and Eurydice were in love, Orpheus would travel to the underworld to bring her back, Orpheus couldn't handle being apart from Eurydice and that Hades allows Orpheus to bring Eurydice back. Charles knew all of this, and with him and Edwin standing on the stairs to Hell, couldn't help but compare their situation to that or Orpheus and Eurydice.

Charles didn't fully understand his own feelings at this point but he knew that there was no one he loved more than Edwin, no one else he would go to Hell for and that no one is more important to him than Edwin, and so it only made sense that he bring up the one love story he knew could relate, the love story where Orpheus travels to the underworld just for Eurydice, the story in which Orpheus can't bear to be without his one true love he will do anything to bring her back. This in many ways suggest that even without Charles fully understanding it, he truly loves Edwin in the same way Edwin loves him.

Charles and Edwin's story almost goes backwards to Orpheus and Eurydice's, They meet each other in their deaths but they immediately decide that they want to spend eternity with each other and so they spend thirty years together before Edwin is tragically dragged back to Hell. This leads Charles to bargain so he can go to Hell and save Edwin which then leads to Edwin confessing his love on the stairs of Hell. The stories share many similarities but also a fair few differences, the key one being theirs ends happily while Orpheus' and Eurydice's ends tragically, and so it only makes sense that they were compared to each other.

Edwin loves Charles with his entire being, Charles is the best person he knows and is the only person he seems to truly feel comfortable around, they met just after Edwin escaped Hell and despite him not believing he's good with people he very quickly grew on Charles. A lot of Edwin's story revolves around him figuring out his own emotions, his attraction to boys but more importantly what love is for him. He grew up in a time period where public displays of affection, even with a man and woman, were frowned upon and then he died at age sixteen and was stuck in Hell for seventy years. Edwin doesn't know what love is or what it means to him and so a lot of his storyline follows along him figuring it all out. He grows to find out that he is in love with his best friend and he needs him to know, he knows there's a chance doesn't feel the same but he still needs him to know.

Edwin knows the story and Orpheus and Eurydice, he knows it ends tragically but he also knows that it is still a love story. He knows all of this and he listens to Charles, immediately after he confesses his love, compare them two too that story. Edwin knows Charles doesn't feel the same, or at least not yet, but he also knows that Charles compared them to one of the greatest tragic love stories and so while Charles may not replicate the feelings he at least knows that Charles values him just as much as he values Charles.

Charles comes from a time period where being queer was more of a thing but still not widely accepted, he lived at a time where they existed but they were still often the victims of hate crimes and he grew up during the AIDS pandemic so being queer wasn't the best thing still. He also unfortunately grew up with an abusive dad who wanted Charles to be perfect, Charles would promise his dad he would do better and be better so it's no wonder that Charles doesn't fully understand his own feelings. Charles is most likely bisexual but he has yet to figure out his feeling regarding that and yet he still compared him and Edwin to one of the most famous tragic love stories.

Charles may not completely understand his feelings but he does know that Edwin is 'the most important person in the world' to him, that he is the only one he would ever go to hell for and so to him it was a perfect story to compare them too. Charles proceeds to tell Edwin they have 'literally forever to figure out the rest' because while he doesn't claim to be in love with Edwin back he knows how important Edwin is to him and he knows that there is something else to it.

Orpehus and Eurydice were soulmates, they were made for each other and Orpheus could not bear to live without Eurydice which led to him travelling to the underworld for her. Edwin ad Charles are soulmates, they met at the worst times in each others lives/deaths and they chose to spend eternity with each other all the same, they knew the couldn't live without each other and so Charles travels to Hell just to bring Edwin back.

these two stories have so many similarities its almost impossible not to connect them, two people who are made for each other, who cannot live without each other and who are prepared to go to great lengths just got be with each other once again.

along with similarities they're also so different. They're both tragic loves stories but in different ways, Orpheus and Eurydice ends tragically meanwhile Edwin and Charles begin tragically. Orpheus and Eurydice are separated by death meanwhile Charles and edwin are brought together by it.

Orpheus and Eurydice are the perfect tragic love story to compare Edwin and Charles to because it's the only one that really encapsulates their story so well. Charles has a lot to figure out in terms of his feelings but he knows for sure that he loves Edwin and that he couldn't live without him and so he travels to Hell just to bring him back and lucky for him he succeeds.

[superherotiger]

YO bestie gonna require you to ramble more about those kids and parents from the outsider pov fic thanks

AHHHH BESTIE YOU BETTER LOCK IN BECAUSE I'M ABOUT TO GO FERAL-

If there's one element of the Outsider POV that owns my soul, it's the X-23 kids and everything surrounding them. Like look at this list- LOOK AT IT!

I've thought about them so much it's unhealthy 🤣

I tried to keep it as accurate to Logan (2017) as possible, using all the kids names I could find on the wiki and then added a couple extras to make it to the lucky number 23. The extras are shown with a green square and have some fun little references included! Alex is named after Riptide's actor Álex González, Theresa is Banshee's daughter in the comics, January is named after Emma Frost's actress January Jones, and I chose Ace for Gambit's kiddo because PUNS okay? I needed at least one hahah!

My memory is a little rusty but I believe the bolded names meant the parent was still alive, but that could change if I saw an opportunity to include more of the parents that never got to be.

Anyway, I'm about to ramble hard about the kids so I'll chuck it below the read more to spare some of you 🤣

Okay so straight off the bat, I wanted to explain why Laura is X-2 not X-23 she normally is. I knew from the start that I wanted Luna to be younger than Laura so that meant if Laura was X-23 and Luna was a later number, it wouldn't exactly be the X-23 program anymore. To get around this I thought the in-universe reason for it being called the X-23 program would be because they successfully cloned only 23 subjects using the limited amounts of DNA they had in store. Some DNA they had more of (hence Nature Girl having multiple clones) while others they only had small amounts to work with, which is a reason why the doctors were hesitant to get rid of Luna considering she was all that was left of Pietro (and as a result Magneto's) DNA. And that's how Luna became X-22 and Laura became X-2 (in a sort of half reference lol).

I love the idea of the older kids looking out for the younger ones. We see in the movie that they clearly had tight bonds despite their horrible treatment and I really wanted to play into that for the fic, showing how they really relied on each other to get through and were still normal kids at the heart of it all. The more I write about them though the more I wish some of them had survived because they're all so sweet and deserved so much better (yes I know I'm the one that wrote them dying, it was for the plot hush 🤣)

I’m not sure if I’ve explicitly mentioned it before but the Avalanche in this AU is based on an older version of Lance Alvers from X-Men: Evolution. As heartbreaking as it was, I loved writing Lance’s reaction to finding out that Rictor had died. I think he would’ve been so proud of his son for being such a strong leader for the other kids, and he’s very similar to Peter in that he doesn’t hesitate to consider Rictor his own child. It’s interesting because Peter and Lance are kind of parallels, with the main difference being that one of their kids survived and the other didn’t. We’ll get to see a bit more of Lance in the next chapter which I’m super hyped for!!

I touched a bit on Sabretooth’s feelings towards having a clone kid in my last ramble, but Gambit is also a really interesting one too. We’ll see it briefly in the next chapter, but I imagine there’s this deep sadness in Gambit that he prefers not to think about. While Sabretooth acts abrasive and dismissive, Gambit puts on a sort of “I wouldn’t have made a good father anyway” vibe so he doesn’t have to tackle just how much the situation hurts.

I’m really excited to show Storm and Jean’s reactions to learning about their kids and how they grieve in different ways. While Jean is desperate to know as much as possible about Joey even if it’s painful, Storm can’t bear the thought of all that Delilah went through and gets angry that they were so close to saving the kids but not fast enough.

This isn’t one we’ll touch on for a long time, but holy shit FABIEN FUCKING CORTEZ having a clone is one of my favourite details. Like bro, I haven’t even written the Fabian POV yet, but I think about it all the time. I don’t want to spoil too much, but the Fabian POV takes place years before anything else that’s been posted for the series and includes an event that changes Peter and Erik’s dynamic in a detrimental way. Like ongoing trauma kind of way. Changed the course of their lives kind of way. And I just imagine Erik seeing Fabian’s name as the DNA source for Jonah and being like “What the FUCK” whereas Peter is having war flashbacks like “cool cool that’s going in the vault 😀”. If I ever did touch on this plotline, I’d want it to be an older Luna trying to learn more about the other parents of the kids and realising oh fuck there’s actually beef between their family and the Cortez’ and how she reconciles that with the memory of her beloved friend.

I would talk more about Laura and Luna, but I don’t want to spoil all the fun things I have in store for their characters!!! So thank you for letting me ramble again, it’s been a blast and my brain has been going BRRR in the best way possible!! Love you dearest!

-Superherotiger

Send me an ask about the backstory of any of my fics and I’ll ramble!! ✨

[skywalkr-nberrie]

Trying to argue that Padmé’s unwavering faith in Anakin is just the story’s way to default on her character because she didn’t hate Anakin for the Tusken Raider massacre, otherwise the story doesn’t care for her “agency” in that way is actually a stupid take I’d block anyone over.

[lesbian-of-nine]

i think obi-wan would have the jedi verson of catholic guilt

[soot-and-salt]

The end of the year is coming and I just wanted to say thank you.

Thank you to everyone who followed me and my writing, who took a chance on my fics or who told others about them. Thank you for taking the time to leave comments that gave me the will to get out of bed in the morning and the energy to keep writing and creating. Thank you for the fan art and the fan theories and for following me to each new fic. I always recognized you, if you were a regular, and it always made me happy to see you.

I'm still chipping away slowly at WSBE 9, which I will finish come hell or high water, as well as the next chapter of Blood Red Summer. I'm not stopping, not yet, but I've sort of wound down a little. I've been unwell, physically and mentally, but I'm still waking up every day and thinking about situations to put this stupid radio deer into so I've got that going for me.

130,000+ words written in just one single year. In Hazbin, in WIPs, in small personal things written in small, personal servers. Can you believe it? I feel insane. I can't believe I did that.

This was a rough year for me. You helped make it better.

Thank you

[electricalpylon]

If we understand the machine as a conduit, and the divine as the power source, the fusion of the two creates the angel, when combining the angel with the the rot (the incorporation of blight) you get the electrical pylon, a conduit for immense power that carries a message linearly through massive structures that both dominate and become the landscape

[moregraceful]

EVERYBODY SHUT UP!!!!!! PAT SIELOFF IS PREGNANT!!!!!

1. Birthday cake from Sierra and Kelly; 2. Gritty soft serve ice cream cup; 3. Sign for Erik Johnson's 1k celebration; 4. Jersey Devil Christmas tree ornament.

[kj-munch]

not canon this is way too silly but god. it is funny to think about

[teiasviago]

ASTARION in BALDUR’S GATE 3 (2023) - [11/∞] (mod, mod)

[zee-has-commitment-issues]

These screenshots were taken one second apart from each other and I have yet to find a straight explanation:

They’re boyfriends.