#the book is so good and i feel like they missed out by changing so much

[woozisguitar]

buzzcut and hair bleached

pairing: vernon x reader (afab)

warnings: kissing, so so so much making out, grinding, tbh its straight up dry humping atp, swearing, suggestive??, so many taylor swift references lol, car sex is mentioned, I think thats all, either way MDNI

word count: 593 (sorry 😔) + 3 smau images at the end

a/n: so. ive never rlly kissed anyways or done anything mentioned so idk how accurate this stuff is, all I know is that vernon is hot as fuck heh. hope y'all like it and this is why I dont write smut its terrible sorry 😭😭😭😭

ps: credit to @/yoon_kth on twt for vernon pictures used in header.

you had just finished cooking when hansol texted you he was on his way back home and that he had a surprise for you. assuming it was another movie poster or limited edition figurine, you decided to not think about it much.  

you had just settled in on the couch with a book in hand as you waited for your boyfriend, when you heard the front door open. excited, you went up to greet him, but the sight rather left you baffled. there he was, your boyfriend, except all his hair was shaven. his new buzz cut adorned him, and you found it hilariously fitting how taylor swift’s “dress” was playing earlier.  

hansol blinked in surprise as you popped in front of him and gave you a sheepish, “surprise?”  

“what- when- how????” you asked, trying to wrap your head around your boyfriend’s new hairstyle and how attracted you were to it.  

“just today. i was tired of having to keep fixing them, changing color, long hair and makeup sessions. plus! the hair was super damaged, so you know, decided to just,” he made a small click sound, “shave it all off.” hansol waited a beat for your reaction before tentatively asking, “do you like it..?”  

you walked closer to him, now slowly feeling his freshly shaven head. “like it? god, hansol, you look so good you have no idea right now. i didn’t even know i was so much into buzz cuts,” you bit your lip barely making an attempt to conceal your need for him.

you’re not really sure what happened because one second you were reaching up to kiss hansol and the next he had you pinned against the wall in the hallway that led to your room. your lips moved against each other in a lustful haze, fighting each other for dominance. hansol grabbed the back of your thigh and pulled it around his waist, grinding harder against you. you bit his bottom lip trying to suppress a moan. your hand felt the back of his neck to his shoulder, slightly missing pulling his hair, but all your thoughts flew out of your head as hansol grinded harder against you and let out a deep groan, moving his lips faster. “hansol, room now,” you pulled back breathless and pulled him towards your room. you pushed him to your shared bed, straddling him and reconnecting your lips with the same force but this time, with you grinding on top of him this time. hansol’s hands moved to caress the back of your thigh to your waist, letting out soft hums and moans. you moved faster, trying to chase a high you knew only he could give you.  

“should i bleach my hair?” you said, slightly out of breath as your now very naked boyfriend chuckled, pulling you closer to his chest. he adjusted till you were both comfortable and looked down to meet your eyes. your hair messy, courtesy of your activities, eyes blown and still a little hazy, a slight sheen of sweat glistening in the glow of the bedside lamp, you looked so fucking beautiful that hansol thought he might just die under the weight of his feelings.  

“so you can post us with the caption, your buzz cut and my hair bleached?” hansol teased, making your cheeks warm up.  

“nooooo…” you dragged out, making him chuckle.  

“sure you don’t, my sweet little nerd,” hansol hummed, feeling content having you in his arms and letting the day’s exhaustion wash over you two, the soft hum of the air conditioner lulling you to sleep. 

a/n: sorry this website hates me it was supposed to go on earlier😔

[witherby]

Blood and Teeth

Jason Todd x Reader

You just wanted to get home before dark.

⚠️ Content warning: stalking, attempted mugging, gunshots, non-consensual feeding ⚠️

God, you'd been doing so well.

The job you work is daylight shift, you're always polite and cordial, you mind your own business, and, most importantly, you don't take anybody else's bullshit.

You go to work, you do your tasks, then you go home. You're always in before the sun sets, and if you aren't, you're cozying into the closest hotel you can find and parking your ass there for the night. Then it's rinse and repeat. Little to no deviation from the routine. It's fine.

You don't look for trouble, is the point.

But it sure did find you.

"No! Nonono — WAIT, STOP! WAIT!"

You sprint as fast as your legs will take you, but it's no use. The bus pulls away from the stop and keeps on going, ten minutes earlier than it should've, and leaves you behind. You groan and resist the urge to throw your bag to the ground.

"God dammit." The next one wouldn't be around for at least an hour and a half, and it would be long dark by then. You didn't have the cash on hand for a cab all the way to downtown Gotham, either. You pull your phone out and check how far the closest hotel is, but that's also downtown.

As far as options go, you can either call your brother and ask him to come get you, or walk as fast as your legs will take you and hope you make it back home unscathed.

You start walking.

"It's fine," you tell yourself, white-knuckling the strap of your messenger bag. "You've made it home after dark before and been completely fine. Nothing's going to happen to you. Everything is great. You could use the exercise, actually. A little leg work does a body good, and you spend most of your time sitting at a desk. Yeah. Yeah! It's like walking on the treadmill..."

The small pep talk helps. Taking large strides, you estimate that you'll make it back home in 45 minutes. That's fine! It's all fine!

Except it isn't fine, because twenty minutes in, you become acutely aware of someone following you about half a block back. You test that by crossing streets at odd places and walking around the perimeter of a liquor store, and he remains on the edge of your periphery the whole time. It's absolutely not fine.

You pull your phone out and dial 9-1-1, picking up the pace. Your heart feels like it's leapt into your throat and you hope against hope he changes his mind and fucks off somewhere else.

"Gotham City Police. Where is the address of the emergency?"

"Uh...I'm currently off the intersection of Cherry and Roman," you explain, looking at the street sign, and give the dispatcher your name. "I'm walking South along Cherry. There's a man following me, about...uh, sixty feet back? I think I'm gonna get jumped, and I missed my bus, and I just wanna get home before dark —"

"Okay, alright," the dispatcher says, voice gentle. "It'll be okay. I've alerted units in your area to come by. The closest one is five minutes out. Stay on the line with me."

"Okay," you mutter. "Thank you. I'm just really scared."

"It'll be okay," the dispatcher repeats. "What does the man look like? Are you able to describe him safely?"

"He's kind of short," you explain. "He's got jeans on and a black coat. I think he's blonde, but I don't wanna look behind me and piss him off..."

"That's fine. You're doing great. They're four minutes out. Just keep walking and talking to me."

"Okay. I'm crossing the street now, still on Cherry... There's a book store that's closed on my right. It's called...um..." You squint. You're not quite close enough to see the sign yet, and before you get the chance to better read the lettering, a hand clasps around your arm and yanks you backwards. You scream, cellphone dropping to the sidewalk, and the man is trying to drag you into an alleyway.

"No!" You cry, beating a fist against his chest. "Stop!! GET OFF ME!"

"Shut the fuck up!" The man snarls. You yank a taser out of your tote bag and press it against his side, shocking him. He shouts in pain and spasms, letting go. You stumble back, scoop up your phone, and take off in a sprint. "Get back here!!"

"Hello!?" You yell into the receiver. "He's chasing me! I'm running but he's chasing me! I need help right now, please!!"

"A unit is two minutes out," the dispatcher replies, sounding tense. "Do you have any means of defending yourself? A weapon? Pepper spray?"

"My taser didn't do shit! I don't have anything else!"

"Keep running. They're hurrying as fast as they can, I promise."

"I'm running! I'm going!!"

You pump your legs as fast as they can possibly carry you, then push them to go even faster than that. You're gasping noisily for breath and there's a stitch developing in your side. Your heart feels like it's going to burst from your chest. But you can't stop, because you can hear him running after you, and if you stop you'll most certainly die.

"Please!" You wheeze into the phone. "I can't — please!"

The sound of sirens reaches your ears and you feel almost weep with relief. You start shouting that you're here, you're right here, hurry the fuck up and get here, but you're grabbed again right as the patrol car rounds the corner.

The stalker hooks an arm around your throat and yanks you to his chest. He presses a gun to your temple and you freeze, ice crawling up and down your spine.

"Drop the weapon!" A cop shouts. Two of them hop out of the vehicle and aim their own guns at the two of you. "Put the gun down and step away from them right now!"

"This doesn't have to go down with anybody getting hurt tonight!" The second officer yells. "Surrender peacefully!"

"Fuck your peace!!" The man that has you screams. The hand holding the gun is shaking as badly as you are, and you hope and pray his finger isn't twitching against that trigger. "Back up or I blow their brains all over the street!"

"Don't!" You choke out. "Don't do that! Please don't do that, I'm just trying to go home please don't —"

"SHUT UP!" He snaps. "EVERYBODY SHUT UP OR I SWEAR I'M GONNA —"

Two gunshots sound. You flinch hard, hands flying up to your head to feel for any bullet wounds, but there's nothing there. The responding officers are sheet-white, looking at you like they've seen a ghost.

No, not at you. Past you.

You don't wanna look. You've lived this long not having to see a dead body and don't intend on breaking that streak. Maybe they hadn't intended to shoot to kill? Is that why they seem to scared? But — no, that doesn't make sense. Because if they shot him, the body is on the ground. Their eyes should be on the ground. Not up as high as they currently are.

They're looking at something else.

"Aw, what's the matter?" Chimes a voice behind you, and you turn just as pale as them.

You don't dare turn around. You don't move. You don't breathe. The exact reason why you're so diligent about getting home before sundown every night is standing about two feet behind you, and you suddenly feel like your odds of survival were better with the stalker.

"Why don't you two go on back to the precinct? I've got it from here."

The police continue to stare behind you for several, long moments. They share a look between each other. They look at you. They step towards their car.

You feel your heart drop to your stomach. Cold sweat forms on the back of your neck and your eyes start to water.

"Don't go," you stammer, shaking your head. "Don't. Don't leave me here. Please don't go —"

"Shhhh..." What feels like a block of ice lands heavily on your shoulder and squeezes tight. So painfully tight. You can't breathe. "Don't listen to 'im. Go on, boys. Get."

The first officer climbs back into the car. The second one hesitates just a moment longer.

"I don't like repeating myself. Go, before I run out of fucking patience."

The second cop disappears back into the car, shutting off the lights, and drives away.

You feel like you're going to throw up. There's nothing protecting you anymore. No one around. Just your ragged breathing to fill the silence and the Red Hood practically pressed against your back.

"You know what's coming next."

The voice is low and distorted by a modulator in the helmet. Every word makes your heart race faster and your vision gets spotty at the edges.

"Hey, hey, hey...easy," he teases, the icey hand on your shoulder moving to cup your jaw. Pressure starts to be applied, urging you to tip your head back and expose your throat to the open air. You sob.

"M'just try-trying t'go ho-home."

"Yeah?" The Red Hood coos. You swear it sounds like he's grinning under that fucking helmet.

"I just wanna go home," you repeat, nearly whispering.

"Heard ya the first time. Quiet, now."

He tips your head back until it won't go any further. Through tears, you blink up at a blood-red helmet, reflecting your terror back at you. The hand at your jaw moves up and covers your eyes, eliminating even the small solace of the street lamps and leaving you in total darkness.

"You don't move. You don't run. You don't pull away from me. You keep these pretty eyes shut nice and tight. Do all that and maybe. Maybe. I let you go home. Say yes if you understand."

Your bottom lip wobbles, teeth practically chattering.

"Y-yes," you whisper.

"Good."

You hear the click of latches coming undone and hear him take the helmet off. You feel his other arm come around your waist, pulling your bodies flush together. You feel his breath against your throat.

Getting bitten by a vampire is a terrible experience. It's nothing like the movies and books tell you at all; no little pinch followed by numbness, no erotic tingling coming from the point of contact, no gentle suction like getting a hickey.

It feels like somebody is stabbing you with a fucking fork and then subsequently trying to suck the skin off your bones. It hurts like nothing else you've ever experienced.

You scream, because he didn't say you weren't allowed to do that, and you cling to the arm around your waist as tight as you possibly can, like it's the only thing grounding you to what's happening because it is. It is.

This is why most of Gotham's businesses are closed by sundown, why most people have shut themselves into their homes and settled in for the evening by now, why you were trying to do the exact same thing before you missed that stupid bus. Because ever since the Red Hood started prowling the streets at night, nobody has wanted to be caught outside with him.

He emerged four years ago with a mission and two rules:

1. If he catches you out at night doing some shit you shouldn't, pray you've gotten your affairs in order before he kills you.

2. If he saves you from someone who was out at night doing some shit they shouldn't, he will take payment from you whether you give it willingly or not.

He does not accept money. He does not accept bribes. He does not leave a debt unpaid.

Gotham's resident vampire takes your blood.

[rumeysawrites]

CHARACTER PROFILES #1: HUI XIE / UDELA THERMIN (from Team Space)

Hi everyone! I FINALLY finished Hui's profile! I know it took long but you'll see why it took this long, hopefully!

DISCLAIMER: I made the profile template myself, so if you like it and want to use for your OCs / characters as well, please either ask first or credit me. Thank you so much for understanding already!💙

TRIGGER WARNING: This character profile contains kidnapping, severe trauma due to it, implied child abuse, vaguely implied racism, and possibly more that I'm missing.

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BASICS:

Real Name: Udela Castemera Thermin

Preferred Name: Hui Xie (Xie Hui in Chinese tradition)

Alias(es) & Title(s): Legendary Spirit Of Space

Nicknames: Lightning Bolt, Little Grumpster, Scary Ghost Girl, Hu-Hu, Shortie, Box-O Thunder

Age (At First Appearance): 11

Age (When First Joined Team Space): 15-16

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Probably Pan

Species: Human-Based-Living-Spirit (one of Eleven Legendary Spirits)

Alignment: Chaotic-Good, a bit leaning towards Chaotic-Neutral

Date Of Birth: Biha 4th, 977 AL (equals to April 4th 2007 CE)

Homeland: Thamir (in Yugenri)

Lived In: Rinfalme (Yugenri), Ba City (Yugenri), Spirit Depths (Umbraer), Ningzhou (Tiria), Nihynia's Realm (Greater Cosmos)

Organizations: 

A member of BSA. Though she's not a fan of Miraculum or Mr. Winfield.

Hates Dark Crystal wholeheartedly. It's like a trigger for her.

Despises the Theorists for their actions and what she heard from Hiroki.

Occupations: Trainee in BSA, Team Space member

Appearances In The Books: Hui is first mentioned in Shan's thoughts during chapter 5 of book 1 "Search For The Legendaries", but she first appears on page as a minor side character in book 2 "Revival Of The Legend", as a prisoner, when Frank visits the Spirit Depths. From Year Three (Eternal Winter Arc) onwards, she becomes a constant member of the main cast even if she doesn't have POV chapters until the second half of the Solium Arc.

Living Status: Floating between alive and dead

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE:

General Description: With her small, light-footed frame and sharp yet child-like features; Hui gives off a distant and immature vibe from afar, though those who see her face or expression could often be intimidated.

Height: 4'10

Build: Scrawny but somehow still agile

Skin Tone: Pale, turns translucent when she reflects strong emotions

Hair: Messy, curly orange-brown hair that looks like it hasn't been combed in the past five years

Eyes: Golden-brown, similar to the Asian eyes

Distinguishing Features: 

Her wrists and ankles are extra-thin from having magic chains around them for years.

Has pierced ears.

Has a bite mark on her lower lip due to constantly biting it when she was alive.

Her hair has sort of a life of its own.

Clothing Style: Practical and light. Often likes to wear short, thin tunics (often with short sleeves) in bright colors like vibrant orange, yellow, or lime green, with a pair of comfortable shorts that are often shorter than knee-length; and likes to wear sandals even during rainy or snowy days, likely to completely ditch shoes on warm days without missions. She wears this kind of clothing even if she can materialize and change her style, in an attempt to "feel" everything that the outside world has to offer.

Accessories: Wears small, colorful earrings, a handmade pendant that's a gift from Shan, and if someone attempts to style her hair, they often tie it with bright colored ribbons.

Extra: 

Has a sharp nose and thick eyebrows.

Looks like she has no muscles but indeed she has been training.

When she has to dress in a specific way, she often doesn't go by the dress code / culture (either by accident or out of annoyance).

PERSONALITY:

General Description: Reserved, distant, watchful, distrustful, wary, and grumpy; Hui's exterior has a hard shell guarding the deeper aspects of her, which she tries too hard to keep private but secretly wants to be open about it.

First Layer: On surface level, Hui appears as a distant, blunt, disillusioned, irritable, stubborn, fiery, short tempered, snappy, somewhat brash and gruff, and very closed off, making sure every other person knows to keep their distance from her as well. She tries to be serious and threatening, but can appear as an angsty teenager or an irritable little girl instead. She also has a "weird" and strange way of interacting with people, realizing their annoyances and intentionally adapting them into her behavior just to test them.

Second Layer: Underneath her layer of dramatic-angsty-teenager-meets-grumpy-weird-old-lady-with-anger-issues attitude, Hui holds a deep-rooted sense of precaution, distrust, and fear of bring tricked or betrayed again. Hui tries to put up walls, in an attempt to hide these deeply fearful, uneasy, insecure, and vulnerable sides of her. She feels like letting her guard down for even the slightest moment, will cause her to be tricked, betrayed, or to fall back to the depths she had to endure for so long. These fears might surface in various ways, sometimes even acting paranoid.

Third Layer: Locked even behind these worries and fears, lies a girl with an unapologetically free-spirit. Hui thrives in action, in exploration, and all around new experiences. Having missed a significant portion of her childhood, she tries to compensate for it and experience freedom as much as possible. She loves the sensation of spontaneity, the feeling of the blowing winds on her face, the rush of water over her body, the taste of all types of food (even ones that might possibly kill her). Even running through an open field or climbing up sharp mountains, having picnics under a bright blue sky, or colorful, even (as much as she doesn't want to admit to herself) crowded places. Basically, anything vibrant, anything freeing, anything new: All of them fascinate her. She loves the thrill and the rush, but her fears and distrust in others make her put up walls to hide this side of her from other people. Her attempts of independence also are halted by her lack of life skills.

Fourth Layer: Along with her free-spirit and attempts of independence, Hui holds an even deeper side to her once you manage to get past her walls of distrust. Once she trusts a person (a very rare occasion), she becomes fiercely loyal and protective of them. She almost feels like she can find trust in them, determined to remain by their side and valuing them greatly. This can lead to Hui developing tendency of clinginess and worries of "what if they change?" though. She'll stick with her trustworthy people, acting as both a fiercely protective guardian, and a scared young girl newly learning to feel at ease thanks to them. She'll try to control herself, out of the worry that she'll eventually either scare them away or exhaust them to the point they wouldn't want her around. She expects them to return the loyalty she offers, but doesn't say it out loud. Though around these people, she also tends to be more talkative and expressive about things. She has a silent way to express how much she treasures them and is willing to go extra lengths to ensure they're well. This is a reason why (besides her striving for freedom), she wants to be strong and independent.

Fifth Layer: At her core, Hui longs for connection, safety, and self-expression, but has a heart full of doubts, worries, and fears. Due to having been left alone in a cell for five years, and only rescued by someone trying to save their friend, and helped her "as an afterthought", she deep down feels like she's been lost, forgotten and uncared for before, and she might be completely lost and forgotten again at any moment of weakness. She doesn't see how she might even matter besides her status as a "Legendary Spirit" (which she despises being by the way). She's in desperate need of reassurance: of the fact that she's worth being remembered and cared for. Not because she's "The Legendary Spirit of Space", but because she's herself, Hui. She most wants to feel safe and understood being herself.

Demeanor: Distant, wary, intimidating, ready for a fight, definitely has some issues

Refused Traits: Hui isn't exactly "refusing" her parts of personality, but she tries to hide her deeper sides of her, like her loyalty, protectiveness, free-spirited and loving of life, as well as many of her deeper fears. Hui knows who she is and wants to keep it to herself.

Seemingly Uncharacteristic Traits:  Hui has a boundless enthusiasm to experience life, and often gets excited and curious when trying something new or traveling to a new place. This might seem uncharacteristic for those who don't know her well enough. Also her emotional side, can surprise people who don't know her much. Finally, her friggin' aesthetic choices!

When Alone: It depends on whether she's outside, in her room, or an unfamiliar closed place. For the first one, she'll first check everywhere to make sure no one is watching her, then either run around like an excited puppy, or sit on a high spot and enjoy the scenery. If in her room, she'll open the window (doesn't really matter the weather), lay on her bed, and watch outside while getting lost in thought, uncharacteristically peaceful. If an enemy, especially in a closed space, uhhhhhh...

When Angry: Tends to launch herself directly at the person or thing, probably either her spear or something sharp in hand, filled with enough electricity to at least leave permanent injuries.

When Annoyed: Tends to throw the closest throwable object at the source / person.

When Receiving / Showing Affection: Hui is not good at showing affection. She's likely to stare awkwardly at the person and try to say something she assumes to be kind or soothing, still with a weirdly blunt attitude and clear lack of communication. It causes the person to give her a strange look, trying to understand what in Multiverse she meant. She often refuses to show physical affection, however with people she absolutely trusts, she'll cling to them as if glued (surprisingly okay with hugs in that case). Though she struggles even more with receiving affection as she'll most likely find the person suspicious and in a freak-out, will try to get out of the situation as quickly as possible.

What Keeps Her Up At Night: Where do I even start? Worries? Her need for constant noise to feel safe? Intruding thoughts telling her to do things like "throwing pies at your teammates' faces, particularly Ruxir and Wendolena, sounds good", or "what would it be like to leave the team and become a rogue space bandit?". 

Habits & Quirks:

Tends to bite her lower lip when uneasy or uncomfortable.

Lets out an uncharacteristically strong laughter and proceeds to stare straight into a person's soul, when nervous, trying to put on a confident demeanor.

Tends to drum on a table, window, or any available solid surface with her fingers if there's no noise around.

Tends to use glittered color pencils in her drawings instead of regular ones.

Likes: 

Open places 

Travelling

Bright & fiery colors

Trying new things

Training

Food

Thunderstorms & sunny days

Camping

Hiking 

Adventuring

Windy or snowy places

Fluffy and colorful trinkets

Snacking while watching chaos (if she isn't apart of it)

Also sometimes enjoys drawing with Shan or learning to cook from Hematia (even though she has little talent in either of them-).

Dislikes:

Dark Crystal (the organization)

Too quiet places

Dull food

Formal occasions

Being pranked or made fun of

Forced romance (looking at ya the Matchmaker stories-)

Shapeshifters

Uncomfortable clothes

Overprotective people who might try to limit her

Not being taken seriously

Liars & traitors

Darkness

Currency conversion (it confuses her in every world they visit-)

Fears:

Enclosed & tight spaces

Being betrayed

Being kidnapped again

Being forgotten

Being completely alone

Losing those she comes to trust & care for

Sound of a door being locked

Being seen as useless or unimportant

Pet Peeves:

Pranks directed at her

People trying to tie her hair

People telling her what to do

The "godly cryptic speech" that Nihynia and other gods use.

Having to do a bunch of calculations for currency conversions.

Do shapeshifters count?

Motivations: She originally didn't want to be in Team Space and instead continue her training in BSA, but later, she found reasons to stay after realizing these missions might be an easier way for her to get stronger while also granting her a chance to explore places she otherwise would never even have heard of. As she warms up to the team, protecting them becomes one of her motivations as well.

Weirdnesses: 

Sleeps hugging a fluffy bright orange travel pillow.

Lowkey finds it funny when the jokesters (Ruxir, Wendolena, Eurus, and Kassin) prank someone other than her.

Draws with the glittered color pencils and doesn't use a regular pen or pencil.

In the kitchen, uses the knife like she's using it in combat - scaring everyone else.

Can't tie her shoes or style her hair in any way (yeah not even a ponytail), but refuses to have someone else do it for her either.

Has the worst communication skills a person can have and often interprets words, sentences, & conversations differently than intended. Her interpretations are often too literal.

Beliefs & Superstitions:

Believes the world is best experienced head-on, with little protection, except from people.

Believes drawing bright circles on a surface nearby brings good, cheerful energy to that area.

Believes most people are inherently evil, but with a few exceptions like Shan, possibly Barin, and later down the line - her teammates.

Believes magic should be easier to learn instead of a bunch of studying and concentrating. It's supposed to be more whimsical and fantastical than anything in Tiria.

Believes weapons are a necessity for someone to carry with.

Has no concept of "levels of proximity" and thinks trust and willingness are the only criteria for how close you can act towards someone.

Believes Dark Crystal is inherently evil, while the other organizations are suspicious at best.

Almost Always Refuses To: 

Cry or otherwise act emotional in front of someone else.

Let someone she doesn't fully trust, touch her.

Stay in completely quiet places.

Mannerisms & Speech: Direct and blunt, with zero sugarcoating, often not even caring about whether she's being rude or not.

Sense Of Humor: Dry, with a mix of bluntness and sarcasm.

Collects / Always Keeps With Her: 

Always keeps: her spear; a small, soft and fluffy blanket from her childhood before the capture, a few snacks for just in case, a Corestone, a pair of small knives, and a bunch of rope-like ribbons.

Collects: Tiny drawings from her teammates and trinkets from worlds she visits

Guilty Pleasures:

Coloring books when drawing can be too hard.

Lowkey enjoys watching others get pranked.

Is actually a huge food lover.

Music Taste: Can differ depending on her mood, but often likes rock and alternative; as well as the folk songs from places they travel to which she's fascinated by. She likes the Radiance's songs but is kind of tired of listening to their preparings.

Voice: Higher-pitched than expected, oftentimes sounding like she's yelling or screaming when she isn't.

Languages:

Fluent in: Thamirian

Can Hold A Conversation In: Rinfalese, Mandarin Chinese, Ba-Ri

A Little: Elirish, English, Celestial

Thoughts & Interpretations on:

The World: Both a cruel place when you let your guard down, and a place full of things worth experiencing.

Life: Life means thrill and movement for her, full of senses and emotions.

Freedom: Basically doing whatever she wants, without worry or fear.

Friendship: Friendship is based on trust and loyalty, someone who has your back no matter what, even after your "business" is done, is the ideal friend for her.

Love: Love is both selfless and selfish in her opinion. To love someone is to let them feel free to be themselves around you, and provide unwavering trust and loyalty; while expecting the same in return.

Hate: The definition of "hate" to her, is basically Dark Crystal. Or anyone / anything along that line.

Peace: For Hui, peace = freedom, especially feeling unthreatened and unlimited with it. "Peace" as in "harmony" seems meaningless to her.

Distress: The feeling of entrapment equals distress for her. Being unable to move or choose anything as well.

Fun: For Hui, fun equals thrill, excitement, or even some more relaxing stuff. It's more like doing whatever she feels like doing.

Fear: Fear is the feeling of entrapment, and a weight of hopelessness dawning on her. She often starts to act frantic, trying her absolute hardest to find a way out.

Trust: It means basically the most crucial thing she expects from life and people. It's a sense of safety and certainty she thinks she can only feel around certain people or places, that has to, has to earn it for her.

Happiness: Happiness = freedom to do whatever she dreams. She has a deep feeling of lacking this.

Concept Of A Team: It's new to her. She's suspicious of every single one of her new teammates and feels like they only work with her because they have to, and is willing to test their patience to the max.

Magic: Hui loves using her lightning magic in particular, but she doesn't like the process of learning magic. It feels way too stifling.

Technology: Compared to most members of Team Space, Hui actually has a better handling of technology thanks to her childhood years in Tiria and current training in BSA. Probably wouldn't like super high-tech or complicated devices, but feels more comfortable with most modern tech, viewing them as necessary.

The Gods: Nihynia and Ruxir aside, she's suspicious of all of the gods. For Nihynia, she's spiteful for being chosen as a Legendary Spirit by her, while she's annoyed to pieces by Ruxir for often being the target of his pranks and clashing with him in missions.

Chaos Factor In The Team: Hui is one of the more chaotic members on the team. Although quiet, her bluntness and short temper often make her more irritable and "fun to mess with", while her reactions can range from humorous to terrifying. On the other hand, Hui's desire for freedom, independence, and thrilling experiences often cause her to either temporarily leave, get into trouble, or, most commonly - both.

Changes & Arc: Hui's arc deals with the concepts of trust and freedom. In the beginning, she's a very guarded and distant figure whose distrust in her teammates causes her to restrain and restrict herself around them. She's also more defensive and impulsive in this point in time. However, as time goes by, she changes drastically during her arc. The walls she put between herself and others start to come crashing down, and she starts to express herself more easily and form deeper connections. As she forms these bonds and experience life, she also learns the value of tolerance and patience as well.

Extra: Although she does it when she's annoyed or angry, throwing small objects makes her feel sort of relieved, making others even more wary around her. Also when she's in "fight or flight" mode, she'll fight, like crazy, until she spends every remaining ounce of her energy. Though she also becomes extra clingy when scared, she doesn't admit to acting that way once she has her courage back.

ABILITIES & COMBAT:

Power(s): Storm Conjuration

Magic (Trick) Elements: Lightning / Electricity, Wind, Space

Magic (Other): Like most Legendary Spirits, she has access to "Spirit Magic", which lets her draw magical energy from the spirit world for her use.

Specialty / Natural Talent: Lightfoot (very quick and light on her feet)

Other Talents:

Skilled with close and mid-range weapons

Has a tendency to not give up until her opponent is unconscious enough to stop fighting (high stamina).

Not easily (non-magically) charmed by people with higher charisma due to her increased trust issues.

Skills with the spear

When feeling a strong emotion, she can accidentally become a rapper of sorts.

Strengths:

Fierce determination

Always alert

Loyalty for those who earn it.

Doesn't beat around the bush.

Quick on her feet.

Quick-thinking

Physically strong for her appearance.

Weaknesses:

Short tempered

Trust issues bordering on paranoia

Intense fear of closed spaces

Too blunt

Lack of survival skills

Lack of life skills in general

Has no communication skills

Too judgmental of people

Has little patience

Focuses too much on the experiences for herself rather her actions' effects on others. 

Lack of physical growth

Has RECKLESS spending habit claiming "It helps her do what she wants, so it's a part of her freedom" (owes money to at least five other characters)

Weapons: Her spear and (mostly lightning) magic. Also uses whatever throwable object she finds but isn't great at it

Items:

A satchel bag

A sketchbook Shan gifted

A pencil set

Ribbons

Trinkets

A water bottle even though she technically doesn't need it

Some sort of small, hard, throwable objects

Disabilities / Mental Illnesses: PTSD, Anxiety, and physical undergrowth

Stat Percentages (This has been a habit since Middleverse):

Speed: 85%

Strength: 58%

Stamina: 80%

Stealth: 85%

Agility: 65%

Endurance: 80%

Recovery: 84%

Balance: 40%

Accuracy: 78%

Close Combat: 58%

Distanced Combat: 60%

Survival Skills: 3%

Intuition: 35%

Magic: 60%

Luck: 25%

Intelligence: 64%

Emotional Intelligence: 18%

Wisdom: 35%

Strategy: 70%

Leadership: 45%

Cooperation: 15%

Charisma: 55%

Communication: 1%

Empathy: 41%

Memory: 75%

Hidden Abilities: Spirit abilities (intangibility at will, immortality, etc), Space magic connection

Improvements: Learns to control her trust issues and anger issues, learns to improve her lightning magic and space magic more efficiently, learns to face challenges more calmly.

RELATIONSHIPS:

Family:

Cerisna Thermin (birth mother)

Zyran Thermin (birth father)

Catelle Grimwood / Shufei Liu (adoptive mother)

Guyon Grimwood / Yuze Xie (adopted father)

Wendolena Witxen (caretaker, acts like Hui's older sister which is both annoying and endearing for Hui)

Friends / Allies:

Shan Lin (Childhood best friend and the only person Hui actually trusts.)

Shuang Lin (Shan's older sister who acts as a friend for Hui and deals with her nonsense more easily, while also being a caretaker for her.)

Payden Laerirn (Hui's friend and fellow spirit who was also captured by Dark Crystal. She's a bit suspicious of him due to his past with Dark Crystal, but tolerates him more than most people.)

Hiroki Nishimura (Another fellow spirit who was captured by Dark Crystal like her. She's alright with him especially since he's her companion in suffering.)

Erebus Nasethar (Fellow spirit even if he's given under the service of the Legendaries. Hui doesn't trust Erebus expectantly, but she has sympathy for him in her own way and can connect with him.)

Eirlys Umerina (Another fellow spirit but one Hui likes the least, or second least, among them due to her past of being raised as a spy and hiding her identity. She's basically the things Hui hates most in people.)

Arwyn Iluthmil (Fellow Team Space member, Hui has some respect for Arwyn for saving Shan's life, but can't trust him knowing he's like a brother to Frank (the person who tricked her when she was kidnapped). These suspicions only increased when she realized about his past in diplomacy and politics.)

Meissa Mocilla (Fellow Team Space member; Hui finds Meissa's intelligence intriguing but also finds her unwillingness and quietness to be insufferable.)

Ruxir Polarstar (Fellow Team Space member and the one Hui likes to call "The Bane of My Existence". Their interactions are some of the most chaotic out there.)

Libet Lamarre (Probably Hui's least favorite member of Team Space. Their values and perspectives of life are the polar opposite in possibly the worst way possible. They're only working together because a near-omnipotent goddess wants it.)

Myrkut (Fellow spirit and Team Space member; Hui finds Myrkut pleasant to be around but seeing his strategic mind keeps her on edge, knowing everything he does could also be a plan. Yeah she's paranoid even about this immortal twelve year old who's too shy to even talk.)

Hematia Rohtin (Fellow Team Space member; Hui thinks Hematia's fiery attitude can be fun but her maternal behavior makes Hui feel stifled. She feels mixed about it, wishing Hematia could tone it down and let her be, but also lowkey appreciates that someone is looking out for her.)

Tipus Icicle (Fellow Team Space member; Hui appreciates his quietness and relates to his lack of trust in others, but is irritated by his attempts of "playing the leader," and if he tries to make a slightly offensive remark about hers or Shan's membership in BSA.)

Eurus Storm (Fellow Team Space member and the other bane of Hui's existence. He's possibly even worse than Ruxir since Hui sees Eurus' chaos as more deliberate, but also due to his past as a thief known for his trickery. Yeah, it'll be hard for her to trust him.)

Kassin Silverwave (Technically a member of Team Space, but Hui prefers to consider Kassin to be "Arwyn's personal annoyance" instead. She knows the fairies like him can't be trusted in general, especially considering this little dude convinced her team's "diplomat" member within a single conversation to let him tag along cross-universe. But she's gained some respect for him after Kassin started to annoy Frank most.)

Tyttia Trace (Fellow Team Space member and the weird mentor figure for both Hui and Shan. Hui's annoyed by her overly bright and cheerful attitude and style, but has a weird respect and fondness for her.)

Vesta Merula & Vlad Ziskind (Both fellow Team Space members and former leading figures of Dark Crystal. So she only works with them because she has to, while turning the two's time in the team to hell, or aiming to do so.)

Chromos Acritas (Also a Team Space member that's a former leading figure of Dark Crystal, so she doesn't trust him either. But is more tolerant of him after learning he helped Arwyn save Shan (her closest friend) and that he also despises Frank, like she does.)

Tom Nels (He's a friend of Shan so indirectly an ally of Hui. She isn't really fond of him but thinks he isn't annoying at least, and since they both have trust issues, they rarely talk anyways. But she teases him and Shuang's romance.)

Rosena Freze (She's a friend of Shan so an ally of her too. Hui doesn't really like neither her nor Tom, but she thinks Rosena specifically can be too emotional which makes her more annoying to her. Though she likes teasing Rosena about her relationship with Payden.)

Nihynia (Technically Nihynia is the one who chose her to be the Legendary Spirit of Space and invited her to Team Space as a core member. Hui acknowledges Nihynia for giving her a purpose and her attempts to keep the greater balance. But she also loathes her for choosing her to be a Legendary Spirit.)

Rivals:

Eirlys Umerina (As a fellow spirit, they have connections, but they're both equally bitter about things that hold them back from their own potential. Hui and Eirlys were in the Spirit Realm together, facing the same challenges.)

Libet Lamarre (Inside Team Space, she's her main rival. They both are quick fighters who often have to work together, combining their lightning and water magic for example. However, their completely opposite beliefs make them constantly at odds with each other, causing them to often compete in situations where they need to cooperate.)

Niketria Hogan (While Niketria and her team might've ended up rescuing her while rescuing Payden, Hui feels a strong sense of both repellence and respect towards Niketria's stubborn, but caring "unbreakable wall of steel for the team" attitude, and finds her unexpected strength interesting. Hui does want to challenge Niketria one day and show that she's just as strong (also to see who's the true small but tough nut to crack of the Eight Alters.))

Jake Springlet (Jake is one of the students of BSA who doesn't like students from Tiria in general, and as Hui considers herself more Tirian than Thamirian, she takes things personally and tries to do better than Jake at everything to prove her point.)

Enemies:

Frank Theodore Milford (As her kidnapper, Hui holds a big grudge against Frank and doesn't trust him at all. She is always cautious around him after he kept her imprisoned in Dark Crystal, remembering those horrible memories.)

Beislar / Lorkness (As the main villain of the series and the one who ordered Frank to kidnap Hui, she naturally holds a strong grudge against him, determined to defeat him not just for good, but also for herself.)

Botolfe Cornelius (He is a leader of Dark Crystal who always took pleasure in messing with his victims, including Hui. She resents him for it and is wary of him too.)

Vanora Ziskind (Hui knows Vanora to be one of Dark Crystal's leaders as well, and the most bloodthirsty one (in the literal sense). She remembers her first days in Dark Crystal when she still wasn't a spirit, and how Vanora came after her. Like Frank and Botolfe, she holds a massive grudge against her.)

Tristia (While she doesn't have any personal connections to Tristia, Hui knows that she became a cursed spirit willingly and betrayed her family's and friends' trust in her. This is enough for Hui to absolutely despise Tristia.)

Ignacius Fiamel (Another leader of Dark Crystal, so naturally she sees him as an enemy, but isn't as big of an enemy to him as some of the other Team Space members (Tipus-).

Pets: Three small creatures she keeps as hers from the Tirian tour she participated in after first escaping captivity (a ladybug called Cherry, a pet spider called Hunter, and a black beetle called Spirit. Of course she tries to make sure Hunter doesn't catch the other two.)

Love Interest / Love Life:

Barin Igarashi (He is a ninja she couldn't trust at first, who was just as closed off as her. However, the two connected and understood each other better than expected, her guard falling as time passed (she is sometimes bashful about expressing her feelings). (Barin is Hui's main partner / love interest in the series, having met in Team Space stories.)

Wei Zhang (Wei was a childhood friend of Shan and Hui, who had a crush on her when they were kids. Hui did have brief feelings for him as a child, before being captured, but after returning, she was disappointed in him. She no longer holds any romantic feelings for him.)

Other Relationships:

Alondra Busker-Nels (Well, she's technically the house leader of the house (the Busker Mansion) Hui lives in with them (and a whole bunch of others), even though Hui herself isn't related to any of the Busker or Nels families and neither pays room rent, nor does any chores in the house. Instead, she annoys Alondra a bit, especially with the fact that she calls Radiance's music (the band Alondra leads) just alright too. But well, they're still allies and Alondra is trying to be patient with her.)

The Flying Café Crew (Besides Payden, Hui's just alright with the Flying Café Crew, though she finds Elvis and Miyuki to be too annoying and flirty with each other, and thinks Mr. Venor's level of knowledge on everyone else is too eerie for her to trust.)

Legendary 10 (Already mentioned the first half (Rosena, Shan, Tom, Elvis, and Miyuki), and as for the other half (Kent, Faren, Nour-Jawhara, Mert, and Marcelino), she sees them as allies in a way, but she doesn't really trust them as much as expected from her.)

Miraculum Karril (of all the leaders in BSA, she's the one Hui can't stand the most. She realizes Miraculum does plenty for BSA and against Dark Crystal, which she supports. But how far Miraculum can go for these purposes irks Hui, if not scares her a bit.)

STORY:

Role:

In The Main Story: In the Interdimensional main series, Hui is an important secondary character. Besides her role as the Legendary Spirit of Space and a close friend of Shan, she also acts as a strong ally of the Legendary Carriers and an antagonistic figure for Frank all throughout the series.

In Team Space: Hui is one of the most main members of Team Space, being a crucial figure in Nihynia's eyes in the battle against Beislar and more. She's also the youngest member of the team until Shan and Myrkut become constant members too.

Backstory: Hui Xie, or, Udela Castemera Thermin, was born in the stormy kingdom of Thamir - in the world of Yugenri, as the only child of Lord Zyran and Lady Cerisna, a mid-scale noble family. However, soon after her birth, some oddities about her were noticed: she was too quiet as a baby, she was learning to move (and then moving) far too quickly, and was too light that it felt like she was intangible. All of this, combined with her random bursts of magic, made her parents worry. They took baby Hui to a healer, who noticed that she was a living spirit (which is extremely rare compared to other types of spirits, most likely being tied to the Legend of Karril).

This made her parents ask for advice from the higher-ups, and a BSA official suggested hiding her in Tiria (as Tiria is considered by Yugenrins to be the safest of the worlds in Eight Alters, due to not having direct connections to any other world besides Yugenri and having little to no magic). This idea was accepted, and little Udela was sent to Tiria, after being given to the guardianship of two BSA officials who're also partially Thamirian (Guyon and Catelle Grimwood). The pair already had three children, who they had to leave to Guyon's sister as they left for their mission in Tiria. As Guyon was good friends with Lin Kun / Kun Lin (Shan's father), and Catelle was still lecturing Shouren Sen / Sen Shouren (future Potionsion professor) on medicine making, they settled in Ningzhou. There, Udela was given the name Xie Hui - as the daughter of Xie Yuze and Liu Shufei.

In her childhood, Hui went to the same school as Shan and became close friends with him (along with Zhang Wei but she won't talk about him). However, when she was eight, close to nine, her powers of storm creation surfaced and were more clear and worrisome than Shan's, who had also newly discovered his teleportation. For this reason, BSA instructed Guyon and Catelle to bring Hui back to Yugenri for training. And a few weeks after she turned nine, they were going to set out. But when they were about to, Hui was distracted by some colorful hairpins and called by a woman who looked and sounded like Catelle / Shufei. Hui followed her until she felt dizzy and closed her eyes. When she opened her eyes again, she was in a dark room, alone. Frank, Botolfe, and Vanora came and explained what happened, hearing her call for her parents. They tricked her and she was their prisoner now, and that her parents wouldn't come for her. After a check-up by Vanora and Itzal (for different reasons), Botolfe threw Hui into the Spirit Depths with help from Frank (who as a shapeshifter was the one who brought her there).

Hui stayed locked in a cell inside the Spirit Depths for almost five years, as she only escaped about a week before she turned fourteen. She was completely broken by that point, as she had been all alone for almost five years in complete darkness, people only coming once a month to check if she was there. However, they visited the Spirit Depths twice in total to lock Hiroki and Payden up too, who Hui tried to contact but was too scared to. She felt like she was nobody, nothing, something to be forgotten in this abyss.

In year three (during the Eternal Winter Arc); Ellenie, Zabar, and Niketria found the Spirit Depths as they were searching for Payden, but saved Hui and Hiroki along with him. Hui felt grateful but realized they didn't come for her either. They'd come for their friend, and she was an afterthought. She accepted it and as Payden and Ellenie left Dark Crystal, she ran away with them and learned the truths. She then joined the Legendaries (at that point only Rosena, Kent, Shan, and Faren were around) in their Tirian-Tour quest to prevent the Eternal Winter. She formed her friendship with Shan again there, but learned to not trust the others as she also faced Frank and Botolfe knowing who they truly were, and learn that the people who she knew as her parents were just guardians. She tried to react like how any teenager would react then, but BSA offered to start her training now. She accepted and in Year Four (when everyone else was suffering in the Solium War), Hui stayed in Yugenri and learned basic combat skills (which she was too enthusiastic about to be considered healthy). When Team Space was established in Year Five, Hui was one of the first people Nihynia picked to send on missions across the Multiverse for herself, as she was already chosen by Nihynia to be the "Legendary Spirit of Space." Hui didn't like the idea of being with all these "random weirdos" at first, not trusting a single one in the beginning.

Themes & Character Arc: Hui's arc mainly centers around the themes of trust, freedom, fear, self-worth and connections. The first time we see Hui, she's a scared child trapped in the Spirit Depths. When she first escapes, she's too afraid to trust even the people she's closest to and she acts extremely impulsive and unpredictable in her attempts to not feel like a captive or prisoner anymore. Over time, she slowly lowers her guard towards those she forms connections with, experiencing what the words "family", "friendship", "love", "trust", and "freedom" mean to her. As she begins to trust, she also begins to act more freely, slowly but surely letting her fears leave as she grows into a stronger person.

Extra / Fun Facts:

Among the Team Space members, Hui is seen as the "grumpy younger sister of the family" which she despises at first but starts to not mind it in time.

Hui is banned by Hematia from going shopping alone.

Hui sings in the shower or when alone, but will yell at any person trying to eavesdrop.

Hui loves ribbons but doesn't like tying them.

Hui won her "spirit yelling" contest against Eirlys simply by being more angry.

Hui is one of the few, rare characters who didn't participate in the Solium War. She would have participated but it ended on her first year of training.

Hui is a huge foodie and wants to try all sorts of food, as long as they won't be poisonous.

Hui tackles and wrestles people either playfully or angrily. It doesn't matter if the person is a 6'7 tall celestial (Ruxir), she won't give up until she wins.

Hui has a collection of small trinkets from places she visits, many of these being tiny plushies or keychains.

Hui's favorite place to visit was Eliri, with its open skies, peaceful atmosphere, and cloudmobiles to drive around.

Due to the people in Dark Crystal calling her "Udela", she hates being called by her birth name. It's like a trigger for her now.

Hui first met Barin in the "Matchmaker Event" short stories, specifically, the one with Valentine's Day "Triple Spins".

Due to the fact that Frank (a shapeshifter) had turned to the person she knew as her mother, to deceive and kidnap her, Hui has developed extra wariness and fear towards shapeshifters, that can come off as offensive to them.

Questions For YOU (readers):

Which one(s) of your characters / OCs do you think Hui would get along best with? Why?

What song(s) do you think would fit her best?

Would you have any headcanons for her?

What would you do if you met her irl?

In general, what do you think about the character?

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[n1ghtwr1ter]

At the end of my latest TLT reread and it’s been physically painful attempting to read the last 40+ pages of Nona. Like, the short shrift that Gideon/Kiriona gets given by the people in the story…the theoretical good guys who honestly only see her as a thing, as a means to an end with an inconvenient dead soul attached to it… It makes me want to rip my own heart out of my chest.

Nobody has cared about Gideon her whole life. Most people, in fact, if they remembered about her at all, went out of their way to tell her how much they wished she didn’t exist. In the final chapters of Gideon, she finally gets the thing she’s been desperate for her whole life: somebody telling her that they need her, they care that she exists, and they badly want her to go on doing it. This allows her to make peace with the prospect that at the ripe old age of 18, she needs to die so that that person can go on living and living and living, using the castrated remnants of her soul as fuel to do so. Not a great way to go, but at least Gideon would get to be useful to somebody, would get to be remembered for something.

And then she wakes up in the wrong body, and finds out that her sacrifice - her attempt to be useful in the most selfless way possible, in that her self will no longer exist - has been rejected. And not only that, but the person she tried to give herself to - the one who was supposed to care about her - went to extreme lengths to make completely sure that she no longer remembered about Gideon.

She literally cut Gideon out of her brain.

And now, drifting along in the worst sort of half life where she’s inhabiting her body but it’s no longer really hers, in very obvious fashion - there’s holes in it, her heart is missing, and it’s got her shitty father’s handprints all over it (not even touching how much of a violation that is), indelibly - she finally meets back up with the small group of people who could theoretically be relied upon to be glad to see her again.

But then the one who was supposed to care about her most tries to kiss her (massively OOC for Harrow), and turns out to not even be there - it’s some weird baby inhabiting her body, and doing a really shit job of it too. The rest of them won’t stop talking about how they need her to break into the Tomb - as if she was just another key, same as the ones they worked together to acquire in Canaan House, just bigger and more inconvenient - and/or how they both fucked and killed her mom, who also (surprise, surprise) wished that Gideon had never existed, but saw her as a thing that needed to be done for the good of the mission.

Ultimately, they all make it abundantly clear - Palamedes, Camilla, Pyrrha, and especially Nona, all these people who are supposed to be kind and good and right - that they would prefer she wasn’t there. That it just be her body, with no Gideon attached - at least not Gideon the way she is now, broken and rejected and miserable. They would all far have preferred that she not have her own inconvenient thoughts and feelings and desires and impulses - that she just be inanimate and let the important people, the grown ups, get things done.

They wish she didn’t exist. Same as everybody else in her life, save one, and now she’s left wondering whether Harrow really meant it at all. Because if she did, she wouldn’t have left Gideon to Kiriona’s fate.

And honestly? Really, truly? I know everybody in the fandom loves Pal and Cam and Nona and Pyrrha, but in the end I couldn’t give less of a shit about them. They are fucking side characters, and as intriguing as Nona has been from a worldbuilding standpoint, I ultimately resent having been forced to read 400+ pages of filler bullshit about fucking side characters. I am a butch, and I’m here for my sarcastic, loving, angry, vulnerable, forgiving, and yes, inconvenient sword butch. I’m here for Gideon. But Gideon has been fridged for the last two books of the series in which she is supposed to be a, if not the, main character.

And it feels like almost nobody else in the fandom feels the same way, which, fine. I’m used to that. I’m also used to being told I’m projecting; and I’m used to being told that I’m inconvenient too, in my thoughts and my opinions and the mere fact of my existence. I spent the first eighteen years of my life being told I was inconvenient. Yet another point of overidentification with Gideon.

But in case anybody still thinks that Nona proves that Gideon was an asshole all along, think about all of the above. Think about how it would make you feel to come back from not just death but from the erasure of your existence, something you chose in order to save the life of someone you loved, and be told that you’re inconvenient. Think about how you’d feel if you’d been told all your life that it would be better for everyone if you didn’t exist. And then tell me that Kiriona isn’t in the right and that I should give a rat’s ass what happens to literally anybody else.

It’s Kiriona Hours up in this House, butches. We’ve spent long enough caring about people who would prefer we weren’t around. For once in our entire lives we were told we were important; we were told we mattered; we were told we were the main character. We were going to, if not get the girl and save the world, at least get to do something real, something important, something like being the hero.

But that’s over now; we’re back to being wrong and bad and inconvenient thanks to the simple fact of our existence. So it’s time to embrace it. Let’s be a little shit. Let’s be kind of a dick. Let’s have our own agenda, let’s play our cards close to our heartless chest, let’s allow our circle of empathy to contract to ourselves and maybe one more person. That’s where I’m at right now. And I don’t see that changing anytime soon.

[ghostbustermelanieking]

i'm rereading apples never fall and mourning the straight adaptation we could've had

[alfhildr-the-word-weaver]

I must say, it's pretty poetic that I've gotten to season 6 of Vampire Diaries right before another solar eclipse happens in America. I certainly didn't plan it, but it does feel like my timing is very appropriate with this one. I do have questions about the accuracy of the eclipse portrayal in the show, though. I mean, a solar eclipse did in fact happen on May 10, 1994, and it was visible across much of the country, so that much is accurate. But I don't think Mystic Falls would've had quite as good of a view as they show it having. For reference, here's a map of the May 1994 eclipse path (credit: timeanddate.com):

And, if you'll remember, Mystic Falls is like two hours from my old hometown just a stone's throw north of Lynchburg, Virginia, as seen on the locator spell map (this one's all over tumblr, forgive me for not remembering what blog I grabbed it from):

So if you zoom in on the timeanddate map and pick somewhere closeish to there:

It looks like Mystic Falls would be getting a little over 77% coverage or so. It's also worth noting that the '94 eclipse was an annular eclipse, not a total eclipse like tomorrow's eclipse. That still means that the moon went directly in front of the sun, but it does mean that it was small enough/far enough from earth that you didn't quite get full coverage of the sun (thanks to weather.gov for the nifty graphic):

So, I'm not positive whether it would've looked quite as dark as was shown in the show:

Although, I must admit, in this video I found on youtube of the '94 eclipse, (part of me is shocked to find footage from then but I know I shouldn't be like yes they had cameras in the 90s) it actually looks more similar than I expected it to look, but I imagine it was most likely filmed within the path of totality:

But also, when Kai takes Bonnie to Portland, don't they see the eclipse again there? I couldn't find that clip on youtube just now, but Portland barely had any eclipse--only 42-43% coverage, so it would've been way milder of a visual effect, barely any dimming in the sky noticeable without eclipse glasses.

The funny thing is, the area where I live is going to be sitting right around 80% coverage tomorrow. I was lucky enough to get to travel to Missouri for the 2017 eclipse to get into the path of totality, but I'm afraid that it hasn't worked out for me to do so this year, which is immensely disappointing to me as an astronomy enjoyer, but I do still plan to go to an eclipse party and I'm going to start saving to try and get to Spain for the next total eclipse in 2026, which is going to be right around my 30th birthday (screaming). Anyways, it isn't great, but here's my best picture from the '17 eclipse:

I didn't even have a smartphone yet then, because despite it being 2017, I was somewhat of a luddite, so I had the purple flip phone I so stubbornly clung to and a point-and-click Nikon, but I still think this picture is pretty cool for what it is. Here's the zoom in so you can really see that ring of fire (and my shaking hands doubling the image):

Obviously you can find thousands of better eclipse pictures online, but that one's still special to me because it's mine. Anyways, I'll report back with smart phone pictures from whatever I see of the 80% total eclipse tomorrow to compare and contrast with Mystic Falls's 70% annular eclipse of the 90s, because from what I've heard it's going to be much less impressive than full totality was, but I've yet to watch a partial solar eclipse, so I'll just have to find out. Also, if you happen to have any vampiric loved ones trapped in a magical prison dimension who you need help freeing during the eclipse tomorrow, let me know and I'll see what I can do! ;) Hahaha. Anyways, happy eclipse everyone, and may we all possess sufficient self restraint to avoid eye damage (says the woman who has looked at the sun unprotected so many times and is probably going to go blind because of it some day. I know what I've done lol. Don't be me.)

[acourtofquestions]

Golden flame danced between her fingers.

Elide recoiled, and the fire vanished as quickly as it had appeared.

"My name is Essar," the female said softly. "I am a friend--of your friends, I believe."

Elide said nothing.

"Cairn is a monster," Essar said, taking a step closer. "Stay far from him."

"I need to find him."

"You played the part of his mistreated lover well enough. You have to know something about him. What he does."

"If you know where he is, please tell me." She wasn't above begging.

Essar ran an eye over Elide. Then she said, "He was in this city until yesterday. Then he went out to the eastern camp." She pointed with a thumb over a shoulder. "He's there now."

"How do you know?"

"Because he's not terrorizing the patrons of every fine establishment in this town, glutting himself on the coin Maeve gave him when he took the blood oath."

Elide blinked. She had hoped some of the Fae might be opposed to Maeve, especially after the battle in Eyllwe, but to find such outright distaste...

Essar then added, "And because my sister--the soldier you spoke with--told me. She saw him in the camp this morning, smirking like a cat."

"Why should I believe you?"

"Because you are wearing Lorcan's shirt, and Rowan Whitethorn's cloak. If you do not believe me, inform them who told you and they will." Elide cocked her head to the side.

Essar said softly, "Lorcan and I were involved for a time."

They were in the midst of war, and had traveled for thousands of miles to find their queen, and yet the tightness that coiled in Elide's gut at those words somehow found space. Lorcan's lover. This delicate beauty with a bedroom voice had been Lorcan's lover.

"I'll be missed if I'm gone for too long, but tell them who I am. Tell them that I told you. If it's Cairn they seek, that is where he shall be. His precise location, I don't know." Essar backed away a step. "Don't go asking after Cairn at other taverns. He isn't well regarded, even amongst the soldiers. And those who do follow him... You do not wish to attract their interest."

Essar made to turn away, but Elide blurted,

"Where did Maeve go?"

Essar looked over her shoulder. Studied her.

The female's eyes widened. "She has Aelin of the Wildfire," Essar breathed.

Elide said nothing, but Essar murmured, "That was... that was the power we felt the other night." Essar swept back toward Elide. Gripped her hands. "Where Maeve went a few days ago, I don't know. She did not announce it, did not take anyone with her. I often serve her, am asked to... It doesn't matter. What matters is Maeve is not here. But I do not know when she will return."

Relief again threatened to send Elide crumpling to the ground. The gods, it seemed, had not abandoned them just yet.

But if Maeve had taken Aelin to the outpost where they'd lied that the Valg prince had been contained...

Elide gripped Essar's hands, finding them warm and dry. "Does your sister know where Cairn resides in the camp?"

For long minutes, then an hour, they had talked.

Essar left and returned with Dresenda, her sister. And in that alley, they had plotted.

Elide finished telling Rowan, Lorcan, and Gavriel what she'd learned. They sat in stunned silence for a long minute.

"Just before dawn," Elide repeated. "Dresenda said the watch on the eastern camp is weakest at dawn. That she'd find a way for the guards to be occupied. It's our only window."

Rowan was staring into the trees, as if he could see the layout of the camp, as if he were plotting his way in, way out.

"She didn't confirm if Aelin was in Cairn's tent, though," Gavriel cautioned. "Maeve is gone--Aelin might be with her, too."

"It's a risk we take," Rowan said. A risk, perhaps, they should have considered.

Elide glanced to Lorcan, who had been silent throughout. Even though it had been his lover who had helped them, perhaps guided by Anneith herself. Or at least had been tipped off by the scent on Elide's clothes.

"You think we can trust her?" Elide asked Lorcan, though she knew the answer.

Lorcan's dark eyes shifted to her. "Yes, though I don't see why she'd bother."

"She's a good female, that's why," Rowan said.

At Elide's lifted brow, he explained, "Essar visited Mistward this spring. She met Aelin." He cut a glare toward Lorcan. "And asked me to tell you that she sends her best."

Elide hadn't seen anything that came close to pining in Essar's face, but gods, she was beautiful. And smart. And kind. And Lorcan had let her go, somehow.

[13eyond13]

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[infizero]

ok guys i dont wanna be a hater but im gonna be 100% honest i didnt rlly like the nimona movie 😭 I MEAN IT WAS FUN. it was nice. but i feel like it was missing everything that made me like the original graphic novel and honestly by the last like 30 minutes i was kind of just waiting for it to be over so i could read the book again 😭 NO HATE TO ANYONE WHO RLLY LIKED IT believe me when i say i dont think it is bad or anything. but i feel like just sooooo much was changed that it didnt feel like nimona at all to me. idk how to explain it, im sure once i reread the book i’ll be able to put it into words since the original will be more fresh in my mind. i think it was good but as someone who was literally obsessed w the og graphic novel it was honestly kinda disappointing. but i dont rlly care honestly its still rlly cool it got a movie!! 

but in my mind at least it proves that some things dont need to be made into a movie. ppl act like movies are the best form a piece of media can take and if something gets made into a movie then that’d be the peak form of it. but i honestly think nimona works wayyyyyy better in its original graphic novel form. most of the early stuff is way more slice of life lowkey stuff that lets you get attached to ballister and nimona as characters and get invested in their relationship w each other, BEFORE all the angsty final act stuff happens. also there honestly was just a ton of stuff that felt to me like it worked better in the original, like jousting tournament thing instead of the knighting ceremony, nimona being captured and being forced to turn into her “true” form rather than this new version with it just sort of happening bcuz of Emotions, etc. also the movie suffered from a lot of pacing and tone issues imo but the former i think is just from that lack of the slow buildup of their friendship, and the latter is something that i think just worked better in the book. idk again I’LL BE ABLE TO SAY THIS STUFF MORE CONCRETELY WHEN I ACTUALLY REREAD THE BOOK but i dont remember there being so much jokes and goofy shit DURING serious scenes. like iirc in the original during serious scenes it was SERIOUS. but in the movie theres so many unnecessary unfunny jokes and stuff. idk IDK i probably just had too high expectations idk. anyways

[mrtheinsatiable]

Hell yeah automatic renewal on my library book

[shannonsketches]

You think you'll never get old and then one day you log on and there's a "First Manga" poll that Bleach, Sailor Moon, Naruto, and DBZ didn't make the cut for

[scienceismygirlfriend]

Reading asks:

2. Flops! Or 9. Compels me tho

2. flops! i consider this one a flop because i really wanted to like it BUT. i did not enjoy Things In Jars. it had a great premise, and i love a ghost sidekick as much as the next guy, but it just did not come together for me. and the most frustrating this is that the things i didn't enjoy about it don't seem to be the things that bothered anyone else who didn't like the book so i didn't even get the cathartic release of reading the two star reviews of the book!!

9. compels me tho: this is maybe a goofy answer but i read the first dinotopia children's novel (Windchaser) while on a road trip and it's pretty simple and predictable but DINOSAURS THOUGH. i don't know why i never read this as a child (i devoured A Land Apart from Time) but i know i would have been soooo annoying about it if i had. it's cute!

[nereidprinc3ss]

fixation

in which you love spencer reid's hands so much you could... well, you could practically eat them. or at least let him put his fingers in your mouth.

18+ (fluff, suggestive) warnings/tags: finger sucking...lol....., established relationship, ummmm d/s adjacent dynamics, like softdom spencer but there's no sex, pet names, teasing a/n: this was inspired by @gublersg1rl who said 2 nights ago she would suck spencer's fingers as he was reading a book. my beautiful angel with so many great ideas in her beautiful head. anyway this will not be my magnum opus in terms of quality but its just a fun short little thing I hope u like :D

Spencer is reading. 

He got home forty five minutes ago, and he’d hugged you and he’d kissed you—and they were good hugs and kisses, but as you sit curled on the opposite end of the couch from him, watching him read, it doesn’t feel like enough. Three days isn’t the longest he’s been gone, but you missed him like he was gone longer. And now, he’s not truly ignoring you—but he’s not giving you enough attention. It’s unintentional, but it’s making you feel all kinds of needy and overly-affectionate anyway. 

Especially when he’s so gorgeous. Ankle crossed over knee, lithe fingers skimming over the page to keep track of his place. Those hands are truly distracting. It’s unlike you to be struck by such wildly inappropriate thoughts so out of context, but here you are, having been without him for days, practically feverish on the couch as you imagine all the things they could do. All the things they have done. The way they've traced down your bare spine, up your side, so lovingly in the middle of the night... how they've touched you elsewhere...

And... that's enough.

Despite the whole committed relationship thing, you still feel a bit scandalized picturing him like that. And you know from experience these thoughts will only get worse if you stay over here, staring at him, wanting him, so you crawl across the couch and under his arm, settling your head in his lap and looking up at him expectantly. He chuckles—a quiet, dry thing, that says he’s only partially surprised by your behavior. 

“Well hello,” Spencer says, taking one hand off the book to settle on your leg. 

“Hi.”

For a moment he just studies you, affection seeping into his eyes along with the humor already there. “Can I help you?”

“Mhm.”

His brow darts up. 

“With what, baby?”

Baby. Your whole body tingles. He only calls you that when he’s feeling especially soft toward you and your whims. In turn you soften, and you both become rather mushy. 

Unfortunately your brain is not excluded from melting, and you look up at him helplessly. 

“Um…”

Spencer’s hand falls from your knee, taking an unnecessary but appreciated route down your thigh and up your stomach before settling on your cheek. He brushes away a few baby hairs before two knuckles begin drawing soft lines from the corner of your mouth up toward your ear and back again, and your stomach becomes a hail of butterflies. He’s got this soft smile on his face and you love him so much and he’s so sweet and perfect, you could just—

You’re not thinking very clearly when you tilt your head, angling your chin up until you catch his fingers against your lips. His eyes remain on yours as he traces the shape of your mouth with those same two knuckles—until you’re slowly parting, obstructing his path and offering a very different kind of invitation. Spencer’s eyes narrow fractionally and you watch the way his focus changes, the way he only tests the waters at first, letting the tips of his fingers trace the length of your bottom lip, before barely tugging down just enough to feel the soft warmth of the border of it. They skate over the ridge of your teeth and find the tip of your tongue, at which point you can’t help from closing your lips around his fingers, eyes fluttering contentedly as you draw them deeper into your mouth. His brows draw together, and those pretty pink lips part soundlessly like you’re the eighth wonder of the world in a way that has your thighs clenching. You hear the book shut and fall carelessly to the side table. He doesn’t even bother saving his place—too busy bringing that newly freed hand to your hair and combing gently against your scalp. 

It’s strangely calming to have him like this—he’s undeniably with you, undeniably close, against your lips and tongue. All your worries about his distance dissolve and you feel incredibly comforted. With his other hand, his thumb begins stroking a line from the bridge of your nose up your forehead, and you could pass out. 

“Comfy?” He asks after a long moment, slowly withdrawing his fingers from the heat of your mouth. You pout. 

“I was.”

Spencer hums, eyes soft on you. “I don’t think I should be nurturing your oral fixation, angel.”

“You didn’t like it?” You challenge, turning your head inward to nose at his stomach. He  cups your cheek with damp fingers and pointedly turns your head outward again. If he wasn’t so blushy and flustered and cute you might’ve cared more about the feeling of your own spit on your skin. 

“Don’t make it about me.”

You allow a minute to pass in silence. 

Fine.

“I liked it,” you say shyly. 

Spencer’s response is deeply fond as he smiles down at you. “Did you?”

Like he couldn’t tell. 

“Mhm. You should let me do it all the time.”

His smile flickers wider the way it does when he’s about to tease you. 

“I don’t know if you deserve it. I don’t know if you can be good all the time.”

You make a face. “Shut up.”

“Is that what we say when we want something?” Before he can pull his hand away, you nip at his fingers. He laughs. “You’re off to a terrible start. I think you need to work on your manners. Not bite the hand that… goes in your mouth.”

“Is that the saying?”

“I’m pretty sure,” he nods sarcastically, helping you up until you’re sitting across his lap. He lovingly tucks hair behind your ear, eyes warm as they flit across your face up close. “You know, that was incredibly unhygienic. So much bacteria it boggles the mind.”

“Yeah? That kinda turns me on.”

Spencer leans in to kiss you sweetly, choosing your mouth over his worry about bacterial transmission. “You are so psychologically concerning,” he whispers against your lips. You sling your arms around his neck. 

“Because of the bacteria thing or the oral fixation thing?”

His hands settle on your hips. “Both, lovely. For so many reasons.”

It’s only another tease, but you pull back anyway so he can see the full force of your pout. “Don’t say that. It’s mean.”

“I was kidding! It was a joke. I was joking.”

“It was mean.”

“Okay,” Spencer begins, patient and happy to untangle this ridiculous snag if that’s what it takes to make you content again, “Freud’s psychosexual stages of development are contentious at best. I’m not worried about your oral fixation because I don’t really believe in such a thing. I was just teasing you, but I’m sorry I hurt your feelings.”

“So you’ll let me do it again?”

Spencer pulls you back into another kiss. 

“You’re kind of insatiable, you know that?” 

When you don’t answer, only wait for him to respond, he sighs goodnaturedly. 

“You know you can have any part of me whenever you want it.”

You give him a winning smile and kiss his cheek in reward. 

“You’re so nice, Spence.”

“I thought I was mean.” 

“Now you’re nice.”

“Because you got what you wanted?” You nod enthusiastically. He seems not quite as thrilled, though perhaps distantly amused by his own helplessness when it comes to you. “Yeah, I feel like that happens a lot, doesn’t it?”

But it clearly doesn’t bother him that much. He’s still smiling when you kiss him again. 

[gghostwriter]

One Single Thread of Gold

Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Part 2 Summary: The three times Penelope tries to solve a Spencer Reid riddle and the one time she (and the team) meet the reason behind all the changes Trope: Fluff! Just fluff and team banter! w.c: 4.0k a/n: For some reason, my earlier post on this disappeared dunno why. But this is a very self indulgent fic as reader’s background is basically based on the industry I work in. I had a lot of fun writing the team banter and I hope you enjoy it too! Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated 💗

The first clue presented itself on a dull Wednesday night as the team, minus Hotch and Rossi, were leaving the bullpen after a full day of pushing papers. Penelope in all of her sunshine and colorful glory was buzzing about these accessories that she once spotted on a storefront window.

“I saw a pair of earrings and a matching necklace that would look so good with that top you bought the other day, JJ. You know, the blue one with those soft sleeves—they would look great with it. It’s tres boho chic.”

JJ smiled, opening her mouth to reply, but Spencer beat her to it.

“Did you know that boho chic was actually a response to political and social movements?”

“Wait, what?” Emily interjected.

He took her disbelief as a sign to continue on. “Yeah, yeah. There’s an article written about it in Vogue—softness and femininity historically appears in moments of political stress and war. Just like in the 70s with the hippie and anti-war movement that defined their style as a generation.”

They all piled into the elevator and turned to face the boy genius like he grew another head. For all they knew, this could be a clone and a very bad one at that. The Spencer Reid that they knew had absolutely no interest in the realms of fashion.

Penelope was the first to break the silence. “Vogue?”

“Kid, what gives? Just the other time, you didn’t know how many shoes a woman owns and now you’re some kind of expert?” Derek asked with both eyebrows raised.

“Did not knowing activate some kind of button that made you want to read about it?” Emily added on, feeling like she was in some kind of TV prank show.

“What?” Spencer licked his lips, nervous with all the attention on him. He felt like he was about to slip something up that he had been keeping to himself for a while now. A hidden precious gem that was you. “I—I like to read.” A believable excuse except his voice went up an octave, giving him away.

The three women shared a look.

“But you read academic textbooks and classic literature,” JJ stated.

Penelope added on. “Not fashion magazines.”

He shrugged, trying to act nonchalant. “I don’t discriminate when it comes to reading. If it’s interesting—” he shifted his weight one side to another, thinking that the ride down on the elevator seemed to be taking slower than usual. “—I’ll read it.”

Penelope narrowed her eyes. She was no profiler but she could smell a lie from a mile away way. That wasn’t the whole truth. Dr. Spencer Reid was hiding something.

“Okay, see you tomorrow!” he squeaked out as he ran out of the elevator once it hit the lobby.

She turned to the three profilers, stunned with the boy genius’ erratic behavior. “Huh, did anybody else get the feeling that Spencer was hiding something?”

“Maybe, but the kid does read a lot. Maybe he just ran out of books.” Morgan shrugged.

The other two profilers tilted their heads and slowly nodded in agreement. It wasn’t far off on something Spencer would do. He did once pick up a pamphlet in the airport to read as mentioned before to her by Derek, granted it was for a case but still, Penelope couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something else.

So when she arrived home that very same night, she propped up her laptop and got to digging. Boy Genius was hiding something big and Little Miss Oracle of Quantico can find anything with her tech skills. She’ll get to the bottom of this mystery, once and for all.

———

Spencer was glad to be coming home to your presence. Having spied the lights still on from the outside of the apartment, he took the steps two at a time, excited to see his 2nd favorite person after his mother—you.

“Spence?” You called out, having heard the mahogany front door open. “Is that you, baby?”

“Hey, love. I missed you,” he deposited his satchel to the nearby sofa and ran to give you a hug.

You burrowed yourself into his arms. All the muscles in your body relaxing as you caught a whiff of his cedar wood perfume—the same scent you’ve gifted to him during the early stages of dating. “I missed you too. How was your day?”

“Better now with you,” his words coming out muffled as he refused to detach himself from the embrace. “Actually, I almost slipped up today.”

You extricated from his arms to give him an inquisitive look. The slight scrunch on your nose and raised brows made his heart flutter. How expressive, free, and trusting you were. It reminded him of your first encounter. How you teasingly asked him if he was a serial killer when he offered you a ride home in the pouring rain and how you easily accepted regardless.

“Yeah? Did any of them catch on?” you probed as you pulled him by his belt loops to the direction of the bedroom.

He laughed, finding your aggression cute. “No. At least, I don’t think so.”

“Maybe we should schedule dinner with them sometime,” you coyly suggested as you slowly started to unravel his tie. “I mean, we’ve been together for over a year now and I have moved into your apartment, under the guise of watering your plants while you’re away. Which is a lie, by the way—”

“I have plants!” he protested. His hands divesting you out of his sweater, bringing to view his favorite silk set in deep purple that accentuated your skin and the blush on your cheeks.

“—that I brought over, Spence,” you quipped back. “But don’t worry, I won’t spill how the intelligent FBI agent fooled naive me into moving in with him.”

There was a glint in his eyes that sent shivers down your spine. “Love, I wouldn’t exactly call you naive—” his voice going an octave lower. “—not when you’re looking at me with those tempting eyes of yours.”

Giggling, you leaned in for a kiss, one that he quickly took over. His calloused dominant hand wrapped around the back of your neck, effectively caging you in while his other cradled your cheek—a stark contrast to the other. Kissing Spencer had always felt like a religious experience that you never want to part from.

Reluctantly pulling away, you caught glimpse of his need for you. His hazel eyes now dark as ink, nostrils slightly flared, teeth sinking into his lower lip, and his dominant hand dug into the fleshy nape of your neck. It made you feel desirable, like the goddess that he would call you when he’s on his knees tasting nectar from the source.

The discussion of inviting the team out for dinner was long forgotten. No other words were spoken as you pushed him on the bed—only the cries of his and your name and moans of ‘yes’ echoed well into the night.

***

The second clue was uncovered when Spencer walked into the cold windy bullpen with new black cardigan adorning his lithe body. It was non-descriptive to the untrained eye but for fashion enthusiast Penelope Garcia, she knew what those four white lines on the sleeve meant—luxury label and priced well above their pay grade.

She narrowed her eyes. The Spencer she knew wouldn’t dare spend his salary on anything besides limited first edition books. Something was truly up and she planned to get to the bottom of it as her initial online search turned up nothing.

“Reid, that’s a really nice sweater,” she complimented, throwing in her bait.

He smiled. The thought of who gave it to him warmed his heart. “Yeah. Yeah, thanks Garcia.”

Her sparkly pink kitten heels clacking on the floor as she came closer. “Can I see it?” she innocently asked.

The request threw Spencer off the loop but thought nothing of it as he shrugged and handed it to her—still warm from body temperature.

Her squeals caught the attention of the other profilers filling into the office.

“What is it, baby girl?” Morgan deposited his bag on the table and stationed himself beside her. “It’s Reid’s new sweater. Are you seeing something I’m not seeing?”

Garcia rolled her eyes. This was why females are considered more observant that their sex counterpart. Her chocolate thunder was a profiler but how could he not notice what she was deducing?

“Huh,” Emily surmised. “Based on the fibers, it’s definitely not polyester. Possibly a 100% wool, what do you think, JJ?”

“It says here on the tag—100% virgin wool,” she read out loud. “That makes it very expensive, right Garcia?”

The colorful tech analyst smiled. Her girls could never let her down. “Right you are, girlfriends! But it’s not only that, this—” pointing at the four stripes on the sleeve. “—this is a signature Thom Browne detail. Their prices go up to at least 600 dollars—” they all turned to Reid who seemed clearly agitated. “—now why does our boy wonder have a piece that could buy at most five cute heels?”

With his vast intellect, he couldn’t think of a way to weasel out of this impromptu interrogation. He couldn’t very well say that it was a gift now could he? If he did, that would lead to another hard hitting question ‘from who?’ He raked his hand through his curly hair, taking the same path as yours did just earlier as you gave him a kiss goodbye.

When you gifted him the cardigan from your last New York business trip, he really thought nothing of its material equivalence, besides feeling grateful and loved. It was proof that you paid attention to even the littlest details about him.

“Hey Spence, I got you something,” you looked up at him with sparkling eyes. The first thing you had done when you got home was run into his arms. A simple act that healed his aching heart from missing it’s other half.

You reached into your luggage, enthusiastically pulling out the black clothing wrapped in tissue paper like some magician pulling out a rabbit from a hat. “Here you go!”

“A new sweater!” He exclaimed.

You rocked on your heels, looking bashful as you explained the reasoning behind it. “I noticed you fidgeting when you wore the cardigan JJ gifted you last Christmas, the polyester fibers used on it must have been really itchy so I got you a new one—” your eyes widened at how your explanation could be taken the wrong way. “—not that her gift wasn’t great! No, it was very cute! It’s just—I want you to be comfortable and protected during your cases in cold states. Polyester is a good insulator of heat but wool is still the best.”

He loved how unabashed you rambled about your interests. That was one of the first things he piqued his notice. How you liked to share your knowledge about the fashion industry that you work for but never coming across as stuck up or snobby, you just genuinely wanted to educate anyone who had a wrong perception of the billion dollar commerce. Admittedly, he was one of them but hearing you rave about it’s nitty-gritty details and socio-economic movements changed his mind. It also helped that a beautiful and intelligent woman, such as yourself, was educating him.

He pulled you in for a kiss, stopping all the worries that ran through your head. “I love it. Thank you.”

“It’s nothing at all, baby. I like taking care of you. Just like how you take care of me,” you reasoned. “Plus I got it on sale courtesy of the magazine connections.”

A tap on his shoulder brought him out of his reverie. It was Penelope with an eyebrow raised at the subtle smile that graced his face while he replayed the moment in his head.

“Okay,” Morgan drawled. “What’s got you smiling, Pretty boy?”

“Nothing,” he squeaked out, turning to see Hotch make his way across the office. Spencer hurriedly collected his things and started to move even before their unit chief could call their attention.

“We have a case,” Hotch announced.

The remaining BAU members all looked at each other, silently communicating about Reid’s irregular demeanor, before piling into the conference room for another grueling scene of murder.

“He’s been acting weird,” Garcia rushed out. “Definitely hiding something. What do you think, Em?”

Emily nodded. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

“A girl?” JJ guessed.

“Yes, must be a special one for him to keep secret for so long,” Garcia surmised. “Do you think he’ll hate it if I go further digging around to find out who she is?”

“Further?” Emily clarified.

JJ laughed. “Probably, let’s wait for him to volunteer the information. Okay, Garcia?”

She sighed, shoulders drooping, before nodding in agreement.

***

The third clue was quite literally handed to Penelope Garcia on the jet after a case when she accompanied the team.

“Cold Alaska is so not good for my skin,” she grumbled as she rummaged her bottomless bag for her favorite hand cream. “I love going with you all on trips rather than being stuck in my own tech cave but the weather wasn’t it.”

Morgan chuckled. “Aw c’mon baby girl, don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy our time together?”

“You, my sculpted hunk, and the fireplace were the highlight,” Penelope turned to the other female profilers. “My beauties, do any of you have lotion? I think I lost mine.”

Before JJ or Emily could even utter a word, a tube made its way to her lap courtesy of her seat mate, Dr. Spencer Reid.

“Reid, since when do you carry lotion?” Emily inquired.

He shrugged. “Hand cream has it’s benefits besides from moisturizing the skin, it also provides an additional layer of protection. Depending on it’s properties, it can also repair and undo damage.”

The females all shared a look. This was another unexplainable behavior from their resident genius.

“We know that,” JJ stated. “We just thought you didn’t.”

His brows furrowed. “Why wouldn’t I?”

“Well, besides from the fact that you’ve never shown interest about skincare before, isn’t it a stereotype for men not to know? Unless—” Emily slyly smiled and nodded at Garcia to continue.

“Unless you have a girlfriend that we don’t know about,” Garcia bounced on her seat.

Hook, line, and sinker.

Spencer’s eyes widened in alarm. He didn’t realize he was walking into a trap before it was too late. “What makes you say that?”

They laughed.

JJ started. “Besides from you suddenly being knowledgeable in fashion—“

“—or having a pricey sweater you’d never buy for yourself—” Emily added on.

“Or, or—“ Garcia reached out to touch his hand. Which made Spencer react with a high pitched call of her name. “—having a shea butter lotion with rough hands!” She waved the tube up in the air. “Plus, this is half empty. So either it’s not working which I doubt since this is a good brand or you keep this in your bag for a special someone to use!”

Derek chuckled. “Baby girl, you could be a profiler at this point.”

“Oh tell me something I don’t know,” she quipped back. “So Reid, want to tell us the truth?”

He sighed, finding no escape. “Yes, yes I have a girlfriend.”

The girls all shrieked with laughter and their own corresponding questions of who is she? How did you meet? How long has this been going on? What does she do for a living? Is she pretty? Oh I bet she is!

“Looks like that cat is out of the bag,” Rossi nonchalantly stated.

Four sets of eyes turned to look at one of the BAU founders. “Rossi, you knew about this and didn’t tell me?” Garcia gasped, a hand to her chest at the thought of betrayal.

He laughed. “I caught them on a dinner date once and our boy wonder over here—“ nodded in Reid’s direction. “—begged me not to out him yet, said he wanted to be the one to tell the team the news but that was like what, six months ago?”

“Six months ago?” Emily repeated.

“Wait, wait. Hotch, don’t tell me you also knew?” Morgan asked.

The unit chief smiled. “She was added to Reid’s emergency contact last February.”

“February? That’s almost a year ago!” JJ sputtered out.

The tech analyst turned to glare at the youngest member of the BAU. “Reid, you better start spilling all the details or so help me, I will stalk all your digital footprint when we land until I find out who she is, where she lives, and what her deepest darkest secret is.”

“What about hearing it all from her, instead?” He rubbed the back of his neck. The secrecy had gone on for so long and there was no time like the present to introduce his chosen family to his chosen partner—hopefully until the end of time. “She wants to treat you all out for dinner tonight.”

All four nodded vigorously as they watched him pull out his phone and send a quick text to which you readily replied and agreed to.

“My man,” Derek sighed. “Can’t believe you got a girlfriend without me being your wingman.”

“Answer me at least this, is she pretty and does she make you happy?” Garcia asked. No matter how nosey she may be, she only wanted the best for Spencer and if the recent lightness and smiles were all caused by his mystery girlfriend, she already approved.

“The prettiest,” Spencer gushed out. “She’s my own personal sunshine.”

The three girls melted into their seats. Their youngest was all grown up waxing prose over his lover.

“She makes you sappy too,” Derek teased.

***

[EXTRA - When the mystery was uncovered]

Spencer had never felt any more nervous that this moment as he, with the rest of the team minus Hotch and Rossi, wait for your arrival. He sat with his back to the restaurant entrance and his cardigan laying on the empty seat beside him as a reservation mark. His eyes had been going back and forth to his idle phone and to the conversation the team was having.

Morgan noted his state of distress and chuckled. “You okay there, lover boy? She’s still coming right, your mystery girlfriend?”

“Yeah, yeah. She said she was on her way 9 minutes and 24 seconds ago and based on the route and traffic, she should have been here 45 seconds earlier. Just worried that something might have happened.”

Penelope leaned in, picking on her bubblegum pink choice of drink as she did. “You know, if you just told me her name I could have tracked every movement by now and you wouldn’t be sitting here worrying.”

“What—no Garcia, I don’t want her tracked plus she didn’t want you to know everything about her even before meeting her,” his voice going up an octave in your defense.

She shrugged. “I’m just saying. I mean we don’t know a single thing about her—”

“We do know she exists and you’ve been together for almost a year now,” Emily interjected.

“Actually, it’s been more than year—one year and 124 days to be exact.”

“Buttercup, all I’m saying is we don’t even know how she looks—” Garcia gasped, having spotted a passerby on the window and what she was wearing. “Oh my gosh, that maroon coat is to die for and that textured leather bag—I wonder if I could track her down and ask where she got it.”

“Oh she’s pretty,” JJ noted.

Derek smirked. “Baby girl, tell me if you plan to ask her ‘cause I wouldn’t mind asking for her number.”

The tech analyst’s eyes further widened as she noted the attractive woman going inside the restaurant.

“You weren’t kidding about that coat, Garcia, it looks really nice,” JJ appraised.

Emily squinted her eyes, taking note of the garment in question. “It looks high quality, probably vintage and—is she going near us?”

“Oh gods, she is! Act natural, act natural!” Penelope chanted as she repeatedly slapped Derek’s arm.

The stranger stopped behind Spencer. “Hey handsome,” your melodic voice was a siren that called to his every being. “Fancy seeing you here.”

Penelope’s jaw dropped as she took in Derek’s flustered reaction.

“Me?” He pointed at himself, getting picked up in such a public setting was new even for him—the ladies man of the BAU.

You laughed. “Well, you too but I was more of talking to this lover of mine—“ you bent down, kissing your boyfriend’s cheek. “Hey, Spence.”

A series of gasps were heard all around the table.

The youngest stood up and turned to give you a soft kiss on the lips. “Hey, Y/N. I was starting to get worried.”

“I missed the train, sorry I forgot to send an update,” you explained as he helped you into your seat.

Promptly seating back down, he angled his body to yours—all attention on you as if you were the only one in the room. And in a way you were, with how molten his doe eyes stared, alternating between yours and your painted lips that begged to be kissed.

He always felt breathless when you were near. It was as if he found his very own Aphrodite to worship here on earth. Spencer was no believer of fates or destiny but he would pray and light a candle if he needed to, just to keep you his. Your intelligent mind complimenting his, your outgoing personality that draws anyone in, and your face that could launch a thousand ships.

Those eyes that could read the deepest crevices of his fiber of being. Those cheeks that begged to be caressed by his calloused hands. Those soft lips that deserved to be kissed and devoured until you, in turn, were as breathless as he was. He suddenly wished you both were anywhere else but here—specifically in the confines of the apartment where he was free to express his love, devotion, and adoration until you scream his name and beg him to stop. His hand, having found it’s way to your thigh, squeezed the flesh three times—communicating his promise to have your hair laid around you like a halo as you lay under him, bare and writhing with need.

The blonde on the other end of the table cleared her throat, cutting through the tension.

“Okay, Spence,” she smiled. “Mind introducing us to your girlfriend?”

He brought your hand to his lips, leaving a series of sweet kisses on your knuckle. “This is Y/N, my girlfriend. Y/N, this is the rest of the team. Morgan—“ he gestured to each one. “Emily, JJ, and Garcia.”

“It’s nice to finally meet you!” You exclaimed. “So sorry we’re only meeting now. We wanted to stay in our little bubble for as long as we could plus this handsome FBI agent—” you nudged Spencer’s shoulder. “—wanted to keep me to himself. But where’s Aaron and Dave?”

Emily whispered under her breath. “Aaron? Dave?”

“They had prior commitments, love. They did send their regards and Rossi wants to invite you to the next gathering at his mansion,” Spencer explained.

“Love?” Penelope squeaked out. This was really starting to feel like Twilight zone for the team members.

You nodded. “I’ll definitely plot it on my calendar. Now, I heard you had some questions for me?”

“How’d you two meet?” JJ asked.

“When was the first date?” Emily inquired.

Penelope brought out a pen and paper. “What’s you social security number?”

Derek snorted at that. “Do you have any other siblings?”

Spencer’s eyebrows raised further and further up with each question while your shoulders shook with laughter.

“She has all the time in the world to get to know each of you,” Spencer laid out. “No need to make it sound like an interrogation.” He was wishing to keep you forever, if you’d let him.

You smiled as you caressed his cheek, having caught on to the veiled meaning behind his words. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

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I know I JUST changed my theme yesterday but this one is even better so like. Bleez hours ig 😈

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Cho Hyun-Ju headcanons

(SFW+NSFW)

A/N: This is my first time doing a headcanon for a character.. hope you lovelies like it!

SFW:

• Had trauma during her childhood, whether it was bullying or anything else. So she definitely tries her absolute best for your guys kid/children, and is always there for them. (when you get there.)

• She can easily read you like a book. Even if you try to hide it. She will always know when something’s bothering you, or/and when you’re hiding something from her.

• Secretly a hopeless romantic. That’s all I can say.

• Isn’t the type to easily express her emotions, but when it comes to you, she’s unexpectedly tender and soft spoken. And it’s easy for her to open up to you.

• If you guys met in the games, you would definitely have a deeper connection than normal couples. You truly understand each others trauma.

• Secretly likes being little spoon. But most of the time she’s too ashamed to ask for it.

• She really values honesty, loyalty and communication.

• Loves to be touchy with you when you’re alone, or with your closest group of friends. She always has to have her hand somewhere on your body.

• Would like PDA, but in small doses.

~As both of you were walking with your friends, she softly took your hand in hers. You looked up at her. She had the most genuine smile ever. Slowly and secretly falling behind from your friends, you stood on your tippy toes to give her a small peck on the lips.~

NSFW: (pre and post full transition)

Pre:

• Definitely shy and hesitant at first, but quickly learns not to be.

• Biggest munch ever.

• You have attitude? She definitely fucks it out of you. No matter how many times she has to make you cum, she won’t stop until that little attitude of yours changes. 100% has the size for it.

• Always makes sure you’re prepared and wet before any type of sex. Which means fingering and eating your pussy. Sometimes she eats you out as if you were her first meal in ages, other times she’s very clean and gentle.

• When actual love-making, she fucks you slow and soft. Definitely talks you through it.

~“You’re doing so good, baby. Taking me so well.” She breathed heavily as she slowly thrusted inside you.~

Post:

• Still a huge munch. Will always be one.

• A lot of scissoring. I repeat. A lot of scissoring. Won’t stop until both of you have come so many times your bodies are twitching.

• Scared to sit on your face even though you constantly beg for it and you’ve done it plenty of times to her. Eventually she comes around and rides your face like no other.

• Loves when you eat her out. Each time she’s surprised at how much her pussy has sensation after the surgery. Always nagging that she’s missed out on that for so long.

• 69. One of her favorite positions when not using a strap. She loves when you stop eating her out because you’re too busy moaning. But again, loves the vibration when you moan into her pussy.

~“That feel good, sweetheart?” She said with a cocky smile. Loving the fact she’s making you feel so good to the point you can’t eat her out anymore. You quickly put your mouth on her once again. Moaning into her and the vibrations sent a chill down her spine. She moaned loudly. It was now your turn to be cocky.

“That feel good, sweetheart?”~