#whatever genre killing eve is

[candidsoup]

So my mom actually watched the entirety of Killing Eve??

[xosannie]

Two Is Better Than One

☆Genre: smut MDNI 18+ only

☆Pairing: sub!woosan x dom!afab reader

☆Word count: 1k

☆Warning: Exhibition &voyeurism, degrading/humiliation, pain(slapping the ween),reader gets called Mistress, feet rubbing (tell me if I missed anything)

☆a/n: This is a short oneshot I had written in my notes for a while. I decided to post it here for you guys :D. I’m working on another fic and I wanted you guys to have something to read while I work on it. Enjoy :p this is for all the fellow sub!Ateez lovers. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Don’t you love being watched as I play with you?” 

Wooyoung whimpered as his body squirmed against yours. Your hand moved up and down on his length with a firm grip. Your other hand wrapped around his torso, holding him close to your chest. 

“I know you do. After all, your dick is so hard right now, it’s leaking so much.”

You watched his precum pool at the tip, you had to bite down on your lip to suppress a moan. As you spoke, your tone was condescending and teasing, which makes Wooyoung so hot and bothered. 

“You love feeling so vulnerable and pathetic, don’t you?”

He whined and nodded wordlessly.

”Use your words, baby.” 

You smacked the tip of his dick, and he jumped with a yelp. 

“Ah! Yes, I like it. I love it. I feel like a dirty slut!” 

“That’s better.” 

You continue to stroke his throbbing dick, poor thing was twitching and red with need. You press soft kisses and nibble on the skin of his neck, Wooyoung subconsciously tilted his head to the side.

He shifted around where he sat, fiddling with his thumbs. A small whimper escaped his lips. It was quiet, but you couldn’t miss it. 

“Mistress?” Wooyoung said meekly.

“Yes baby?”

“Can you please... slap my dick again?” 

The look in his eyes was desperate, you could feel your pussy ache and you swear a drip of slick fell down onto your panties. You had to control yourself to not pounce on him right then and there.

“You want me to slap your dick?” You laughed, causing Wooyoung’s dick to twitch. 

“Yes please! Please slap my slutty dick, Mistress... ah!” 

You slapped the tip again, and his body jerked forward, but you held him down. 

“Thank you!” 

Slap

“Thank you, Mistress!”

"Oh, my god,” San whispered to himself. 

He adjusted the crotch of his pants as he felt himself twitch. The sight of Wooyoung being desperate in your hands and your sadistic smile turned him on more than he anticipated. 

You laughed at Wooyoung’s behavior, and noticed San shifting in the chair from the corner on your eye. Your gaze wandered to San, almost forgetting he was sitting there. Your eyes studied his body language, and you then noticed the large bulge in his pants.

 That enticed you. 

“Are you enjoying the show?” 

San’s eyes met yours, and his face heated up. 

“Y-yes, a lot.”

“I can tell, I mean look at how hard you are.” 

You nodded in the direction of his crotch, and he looked down, surprised to see how hard he had gotten watching you two. 

“Oh! Um… Don’t mind that... Just keep doing what you’re doing.” 

His hands covered his crotch, embarrassed to have that kind of reaction in front of you. 

Your hand stopped jerking Wooyoung’s dick, causing him to let out a loud whine. 

“Noooo! Why did you stop, Mistress?” 

“Look at our guest. He’s been sitting there hard for, god knows, how long. How rude of us to leave him like that.” 

Wooyoung looked over at San, he watched his chest rise and fall rapidly. His face was beat-red, and his huge bulge was prominent in his sweats. 

“Wow, you really got hard watching us?” Wooyoung said in a teasing tone.

Something about San’s reaction ignited a fire in Wooyoung’s chest. He looked over at you and already knew what you were thinking just by the glint in your eyes. And he knew that he was on board with whatever you were going to suggest.

San’s stomach twisted, nervous about what was yet to come. He watched as you whispered something in Wooyoung’s ear. The anticipation was killing him, and it was turning him on even more. Wooyoung nodded, and you suddenly arose from where you sat. 

“Maybe we can help you take care of that problem you have down there.”

You walked slowly to San. He gripped the arm of the chair and took a deep breath.

“W-what do you mean?” 

“You know what I mean. After all, it’s our fault that you have this problem. The least we can do is help you get rid of it.”

You leaned down, placing both your hands on the armrests. He leaned back as you towered over him, feeling so small at that moment. 

“Will you join us?”

“You want me... to join?”

You gently cupped his face as you leaned closer. His breath hitched and his eyes couldn’t seem to meet yours.

“Yes, if that’s ok with you, of course.” 

“I-I don’t know….”

You pull away, standing straight. He felt cold without your presence and looked up, confused at your sudden movement. 

"So, is that a no?” 

“No! I mean, I want it. I would love to join you two.”

A sly smirk plastered on your face at San’s eagerness. You reach over and caress his dark hair.

“Good boy. Now strip.” 

“Yes mistress!” 

San shot up, out the chair and ripped his clothes off. You chuckled at his eagerness and sat down. 

“I want both of you to sit in front of me on your knees. Now!”

They both scurried on their knees, sitting at your feet. 

You scoffed as you saw San's hard dick standing proudly. You rubbed his red, leaking cock with your foot and laughed when he let out a whimper. 

“Your dick is so cute, so hard, and ready for me to play with. How pathetic.” 

He moaned out loud at the degradation and subconsciously rocked his hips, grinding against your foot. You quickly removed your foot, making him whine desperately. 

"No, no, no, baby, I didn’t give you permission to hump my foot like a dog.” 

“Sorry mistress.” San hung his head low, feeling embarrassed and ashamed (but so fucking turned on.)

Wooyoung watched the interaction intently, you looked so hot torturing San. He bit his lip and gripped his thigh so hard to prevent him from touching himself. You heard the small whimper Wooyoung let out, his dick twitching between his legs.

A smirk appears on your face as you gaze down at the boys sitting at your feet, ready to obey and eager to please you. 

This is going to be one hell of a night.

[serotoninzo]

to anyone who was a fan of wilbur or liked lovejoys music, here are some recommendations!!!!

(i must warn you that my music taste leans more towards rock/alt but i still have a lot of indie as well)

-wallows

-djo (it's actually great, not just the tiktok song)

-TopLady (my personal fav is Green Light Red Light)

-bikini kill, my beloved.

-current joys

-dayglow

-beabadoobee! (specifically her song, 'talk')

-gorillaz

-tame impala (i think their music is cool)

-brent faiyaz

-miguel

-the beaches (their song blame brett is addicting, for me at least.)

-ezra furman (mainly their song, lilac and black)

-the runaways

-CROWDED HOUSE 🙏🙏

-HOT FLASH HEAT WAVE (THEIR SONG HESITATION IS SOOOOOO 😩)

-yot club!

-peter bjorn & john (their song young folks is good, you might have heard it in gossip girls ep1, s1)

-empire of the sun (i recommend their song we are the people)

-wolf alice! (don't delete the kisses is popular, i think)

-song telephones by VACATIONS

-vance joy

-the drums (especially their song 'money', it reminds me of yot club)

-carwash (their song striptease is sososososososo good 😊)

-slowdive

-pinegrove [i think this one is controversial but i can't remember:( ]

-no buses by artic monkeys (this is a classic/popular band, you probably already listen to them)

-MICKEY DARLING (recommend their song im just a buzzkill and big sad)

-ladyhawke (mainly their song 'my delirium', i must warn that this artist is under the genre pop, just incase if you aren't looking for that)

-JAWNY (if you don't know who that is, one song that is well known is, 'trigger of love'.)

-WILLIS (i like their song, 'i think i like when it rains)

-Cottonwood Firing Squad (personal fav song of theirs: hospital beach)

-the daughters of eve (a classic, especially the song 'hey lover')

-fall out boy (i love them ❤️)

-EYEDRESS (i believe their song 'jealousy' is popular)

-Dream, Ivory. (i have so many favs of theirs but my no.1 is their song 'welcome and goodbye.')

-dr.dog (this is a rock band, their song, 'where'd all the time go' is popular, especially among the outer banks fandom.)

-cocteau twins (their song cherry coloured funk is a must)

-cherry by chromatics

-boygenius!!!

-big thief

-big black car by gregory alan isakov (this is folk not indie but it's still good)

-awfultune! (popular songs of theirs would be i met sarah in the bathroom but i also recommend their song redesign.)

-milky chance (their no1 hit was stolen dance)

you could also listen to the neighbourhood but less known songs (fallen star, jealou$y, etc.)

sorry if majority of these are rock/alternative, i have a variety of music genres i listen to but rock happens to be my number 1.

you might not like these recommendations but hopefully they give you an idea of what to look for.

anyway, sending lots of love and support to shelby and wilbur soot's close friends, i can't imagine what it must be like to discover someone who was a big brother, etc to you was so horrible to his own girlfriend. genuinely disgusting.

i will forever miss wilbur soot but i will not miss william gold.

i will miss the times when he'd play geoguessr or when he'd make silly jokes but i will not miss him being a literal abuser, groomer, etc.

i don't wish death on him however.

i hope he learns his lesson. i also hope he takes actual accountability, instead of whatever that shit 'apology' was. it literally overtook colleen ballinger's ukelele apology ffs 🤦‍♀️

[juyeonszn]

PARTY O’CLOCK

PAIRING choi chanhee x f!reader

WORD COUNT 5.39k

GENRES fluff ﹒smut

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, mature language, tau beta zeta frat treasurer!chanhee, reader is a stereotypical party girl, she’s also an astronomy major, mentions of alcohol, i’m pretty sure everyone makes a cameo at some point, kevin moon playing matchmaker, we escalate a little fast so, intense making out, marking, vaginal fingering, brat tamer!chanhee, dom!chanhee, lowkey pussy job for like 1 second, nipple play? kinda?, unprotected sex, wall sex, missionary, multiple orgasms, creampie (yk… the usual), overstimulation

SUMMARY in spite of being a frat boy himself, chanhee could never actually see himself enjoying the luxuries of the title. besides, how could he with all the responsibilities of being treasurer? enter you and your carefree spirit and chanhee’s got a real big problem on his hands.

MORE … don’t yell at me PLEASE. i know this is 2 days overdue. I KNOW I KNOW. i’ve been so busy these past couple days and my time management is ass we already know this. BUT IM HERE AND SHES FINISHED AND ITS CHRISTMAS EVE SO??? 🙏🙏😍 anyways. i hope u guys enjoy i had a fun time writing this. i’m a firm believer in dom chanhee 😋 if u liked this pls don’t forget to reblog!

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PERM TAGLIST @winterchimez @maessseongs @itsbeeble @zzoguri @deoboyznet @cloverdaisies @vernyangel @ericlvr

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“Who’s that?”

The question comes out before you can even stop it, eyes focused on a guy sitting on one of the couches in the living room, complete disinterest all over his face. He’s pretty. Prettier than any guy you’ve ever seen. But he also looks like he’d rather be anywhere else than at this party.

“Who?” Your friend Heejin asks, following your gaze.

She finds out pretty quickly, especially because of how intense your stare is. She racks her brain for his name, sure it’s somewhere in her catalog of the student body. Heejin was the kind of person who knew everyone even if she didn’t exactly know them personally. She was both sociable and obsessed with gossip, sticking her nose in the business of those around her.

“Ah! That’s Choi Chanhee,” she nods, index finger tapping her chin. “He’s the Tau Beta Zeta treasurer actually. That’s probably why he looks like he wants to kill himself. Dude doesn’t really want to be here, but fraternity brothers are required to attend every party.”

She’s right, it appears, when you see some of the members you do recognize make their way over to bother him. He definitely does not look like the fraternity type, but you guess it also makes sense in a way. Maybe he needed an extracurricular or something that would be nice on his resume.

It’s hard for you to enjoy yourself for the rest of the night, too concentrated on the treasurer who’s lips stay pressed into a frown the entire time. You try to take shots with Heejin, but your eyes gravitate back to the sofa. Ji Changmin and his girlfriend even convinced the two of you to play them in beer pong. (Worst mistake you’ve ever made. You sucked at beer pong.) You finally draw the line at a game of Rage Cage, when you strategically get placed between Lee Juyeon and Heejin, arguably the best drinkers at the function.

Everyone laughs at you when you take a step back and recall your decision to join. And just as you suspected, you end up back in the living room, right where you wanted. Chanhee hasn’t moved from his spot, occasionally taking sips of whatever he’s drinking and scrolling through his phone.

You remember when that was Jacob Bae’s thing to do, and then he went and got himself a girlfriend. Perhaps that’s what Chanhee needed to do. A girlfriend was a little bit of a stretch, but someone to help him loosen up at these things was plausible. Girls weren’t even trying to hit on him left and right like they usually did with the Tau Beta Zeta boys, which was even more surprising considering most of them had their own partners now. Desperation was an ugly look on the university female, you know.

Which is exactly why you don’t make any moves that night.

Initially, you think you’ll wait a week. You happen to see him on campus a few times. The first time is in the library studying with some headphones on, in his element. The second time is in the cafe on campus, again, doing coursework with the intention of being left alone. Then it’s when you’re leaving your Fundamentals of Astronomy lecture, walking to one of his own classes. In your head, you’re being tested, like a dog with a bone being dangled in front of its face. It’s tortuous, wanting to go up to him and introduce yourself, but you don’t do it.

Heejin “drags” you to another TBZ party the following Friday and you put extra effort into your outfit. You walk in with the hopes to sweep him off of his feet, strutting into the fraternity house with a confidence that throws you off. Just when you’re getting ready to walk up to him, Kim Sunwoo intercepts and you backtrack. That ruins any of the lingering self-assurance in your system. So you push things back another week.

The next time you plan on striking, you and Heejin had said you’d meet at the party since she had something to do prior. You arrive at around 11 PM, prepared to shoot your shot and score. The kitchen is the first place you go, concocting yourself a drink that doesn’t get you trashed, but provides enough liquid courage. Then Heejin texts that her project partners wanted to grab food and she wasn’t going to make it. The thought of being alone without moral support effectively kills your mood, so you only stay for another hour or so before leaving.

It’s annoying, really. Every single time you attempt to set your plan into motion, something has to interrupt and mess things up for you.

This is your dilemma for roughly every weekend for a whole month. By the time you know it, it’s midterm season and you’re too stressed out over exams to think about Choi Chanhee. Divine intervention was a crazy concept, so maybe it was a blessing in disguise. Maybe this was your sign to just call it quits and give up on your weird fantasy of being the girl who charmed him.

“Do you wanna go to the TBZ party Saturday? We can celebrate finishing these stupid fucking exams and just relax for another couple months before we have to worry about finals.” Heejin asks through a mouthful of instant ramyeon. You sigh.

“Sure, whatever.” Your lips purse, pushing around your own food. She raises an eyebrow, tilting her head to the side in confusion.

“What the hell happened to you? You were jumping for joy when it came to going to them all semester, but now that I want to get shitfaced, you don’t seem all that excited.” She puts her chopsticks down, narrowing her eyes at you from across the table. You shrug.

“I don’t know,” you rest your cheek on your palm, huffing. “I guess I’m not really in the party mood anymore.”

“Bullshit,” she scoffs. “You’re the girl everyone thinks of when they talk about the typical university party girl. There must be a reason you’re suddenly Miss Debbie Downer.”

You could just tell her the truth, tell her about your delusions and the need to be different. As your roommate and best friend, she wasn’t at liberty to judge you. But this was so unlike you, so you knew she would anyway. It was out of character for you to be this enthralled by a man, let alone a stranger you’ve never spoken a word to. In fact it’s even thrown you for a loop, this mental break giving you clarity about your recent actions.

“That time I asked you who Choi Chanhee was,” you start after some silence. “I thought about going up to him and finding out why he’s so uptight. I sorta wanted to be in a ‘not like other girls’ situation. But whenever I wanted to swoop in, something always interfered. And now I’m just over it.”

“Y/N. You cannot be serious,” Heejin gawks at you like you’ve grown a second head. “Chanhee’s very picky about the girls he talks to. I could probably name on a hand the ones who’ve successfully snuck their way into his pants. He has specific taste, too; pretty ones who know when to shut their mouths.”

Your jaw drops, because what the fuck? He’s not a raging virgin with that personality? No wonder there wasn’t a line of single ladies attempting to land in his bed. They all knew they didn’t stand a chance. It kind of encourages you to resume your mission. You were never one to back down from a challenge.

“In that case…” A mischievous glint sparkles in your eye.

“Good god,” she rolls her own. “I’m warning you now, I highly doubt this will end in your favor.”

“You know me, Heejin. I never take no for an answer.”

It’s the day before the party and you’re walking out of your last midterm exam, a new light in your eyes now that you’re somewhat free. You step into the quad with your arms stretched above your head, a yawn pushing through your lips. You were long overdue for a good nap.

“Y/N!”

You whip around to find Kevin Moon from your Music Appreciation class stalking towards you. Part of you wants to pretend you’d never heard him and keep walking, drained of energy after that Intro to Astrophysics exam you’d just taken. Your brain felt like mush at this point. But you were kind, and you would’ve just felt bad about ignoring him anyways.

Kevin catches up to you rather quickly, hands hidden inside of his hoodie pockets. He lets out a sigh, both of you watching the puff of air that forms in front of him. “You’re going to the party tomorrow right?”

“I am…” You furrow your eyebrows, narrowing your eyes skeptically just a bit. “Why?”

“I have a huge favor to ask you.” He clasps his hands together, as if he wasn’t above begging on his hands and knees. You’re confused even further, because what could Kevin Moon possibly want from you?

“Okay… What is it?” The suspicion in your tone is so strong, that there’s no doubt he hasn’t noticed it by now. He holds the heel of his palm to his forehead.

“So, I was supposed to go with my friend Chanhee to try out that new outer space themed coffee place just outside of campus later today, but I got put on alcohol duty and I won’t be able to. I know you’re an Astronomy major so I figured that was something you’d like. Do you think you could go in my place?” He bats his eyelashes at you, like doing puppy dog eyes will convince you. You stare at him blankly. He wants you to do what?!

Meeting Choi Chanhee before the party tomorrow was not in your itinerary. Usually you were decent at adapting to changes in your plans, but this? This was more than just something minor that you could acclimate to. You had to psych yourself for hours in order to execute something of this caliber. Was Kevin Moon trying to send you into cardiac arrest?

“W-Wh— I mean— well—” You fumble over your words— something you never do— and Kevin breaks into a wide grin. You’re not sure if the blush across your face is from the cold weather nipping at it, or the thought of being put between a rock and a hard place.

“Perfect! I owe you one! Meet him in like an hour.” He pats your back like you’re one of the homies, not giving you any room for refutation. You actually feel like throwing up. How were you supposed to just show up without qualms?

Did he really expect you to just do this out of the goodness of your heart? No complaints stacked up to be hurled in his direction? You’d known Kevin Moon since freshman year orientation, but you didn’t think you were close enough for him to throw his dirty work at you. You can’t help but stand there dumbly as he walks away, a pep in his step that nearly has tick marks forming on your temple.

Okay, you know what? This is fine. This was totally fine. All you had to do was sip on some coffee, make some small talk, and then you could be on your way. It wasn’t that hard… was it?

You could throw on an act, pretend like you were one of those pretty girls who knew when to shut their mouths just like Heejin said he was into. You could give him a false glimpse into who you were and he wouldn’t know what you were really thinking of doing. The you of tomorrow would be a complete 180° turn around from the you of today, and Choi Chanhee would be the one groveling at your feet.

As soon as you walk into the cafe, your throat feels narrow, like it was closing in on you. You’re not sure why you’re so nervous. It’s not like Chanhee knew you. He couldn’t possibly be aware of your existence, much less of your little fascination with him.

You see him sitting at a table for two, the straw of his drink trapped between his lips. He sips leisurely as he scrolls through his phone, likely waiting on Kevin since you’re sure he left his friend in the dark. You pick at a thread on your sweater as you stop in front of him, raising your hand in an awkward wave. Chanhee glances up, confusion in his features at first and then it morphs into something else.

A laugh has to be held back when he chokes on his drink, slapping a hand over his mouth. He stands up quickly, wiping his palms on his pants.

“Hi,” your voice is small, so far off from your usual boldness. “I’m Y/N. Kevin sent me.”

“Fucking Kevin,” he curses underneath his breath, forcing a smile. “Um, please sit.”

You take the seat across from him, eyes flickering around the coffee shop to absorb your surroundings. It’s pretty, the stars and planets painted all over the walls and ceilings. Even the drinks had celestial themed names. Your friend was right, you would love it here. It was right up your alley.

“I— uh— Kevin had texted me and told me what to order for him, but I’m assuming he meant for you, because he never told me you were uh— that you were coming.” He scratches the back of his neck as a server leaves a drink in front of you.

“He stopped me in the quad after my midterm and asked if I could fill in for him. Something came up apparently.” You explain, humming in appreciation when you taste your coffee. “He remembered that I was an Astronomy major and figured I was his best bet I guess.”

Chanhee purses his lips, it’s almost like he knows something you don’t. He nods slowly. “Yeah… I’m sure that’s why…”

The impromptu formal introduction between you goes on without a hitch. It goes so well, that the time flies faster than you’d hoped it would. You get a tiny peek into Choi Chanhee and his life as the TBZ fraternity treasurer, but it’s not enough to satiate that unbearable curiosity that pricks at you.

Thankfully, you have tomorrow to do exactly that.

Heejin and yourself arrive at the Tau Beta Zeta party that Saturday with a goal in mind; Getting Choi Chanhee into bed with you.

Okay. Maybe that wasn’t actually the main objective, but it was definitely a side quest. What you really wanted to do was get him to let his guard down. Like your friend said previously, you were the stereotypical party girl. Had there been a picture beside the term in a dictionary, your pretty little face would be there, a red solo cup in your hand and all. If he wound up being entranced by your womanly witchery, that was on him.

Just like your first go at wooing him, you decided to pull out all the stops. You’d worn your shortest, tightest fitting dress despite the weather not necessarily permitting it. It was a cute black strapless number that you paired with some long heeled boots and a warm fuzzy jacket. You looked hotter than the sun itself, and deep down you’d feel extremely disappointed if he wasn’t falling to his knees for you by the end of the night.

A sense of déjà vu washes over you the moment you step through the front door into the jam packed fraternity house. The bumping early 2000s music and the thrumming of the bass gave you an adrenaline rush like no other. Nothing could waver your confidence this roundabout. He wouldn’t even know what hit him.

Before you sink your claws into the treasurer, you need to grab yourself a drink. You and Heejin take a shot from one of the various liquor bottles on the counter, serving yourselves each a cup of whatever Jacob Bae threw together for the party. It was kind of funny that the resident bartender for these things wasn’t even a member of the frat. You and your friend cheers to the night ahead of you, manifesting that things go your way.

It’s rather easy to catch his eye even in the bustling crowd of drunk college students, glued in his usual spot on one of the living room sofas. His dark hair falls into his eyes when he glances down at his phone to check the time, almost as if he was counting down the hours, the minutes until this party was over. He brushes it out of his face with his index finger at the same time he raises his cup to his mouth, knocking back the contents with a slight wince.

He espies your presence immediately after that, raking your figure with an unrecognizable look in his gaze. Though you were shivering upon entering the house, your skin felt hot to the touch now, the burning intensity of his stare melting away any nerves that might’ve been lingering. You pull your jacket off of your shoulders, tossing it over your forearm as you snake through the bodies sardined between the two of you.

“Hi,” you greet once you’re in front of him. “I’m Y/N.”

His lips quirk upwards and he stands so you’re no longer peering down at him. In spite of meeting each other yesterday, he decides to play along. “I’m Chanhee.”

“Well, Chanhee,” you bite your acrylic nail, not bothering to hide the unabashed desire in your expression and drinking in his appearance like a glass of water. “I couldn’t help but notice you from across the room. You looked bored and I was wondering if I could change that. I know how to have a good time.”

Chanhee thinks it’s cute, the amount of effort you’re putting into this little charade. He doesn’t doubt that you knew of his reputation when it came to sleeping with girls. He knows he’s a bit conscientious when it comes to this sort of thing, but that’s only because he doesn’t want to deal with being seen as someone who’s ran-through. (For an example, please see (No) Strings Attached™.)

However, you were different. Chanhee thought you were cute from the very first time he saw you, which happened to be at a Tau Beta Zeta party last semester. He knew you were friends with Kevin, so maybe it was on him for the delay of your union, but he’d grown a little tired of always making the first move. He’s somewhat grateful that you were the type of girl who set her sights on something and never backed down from it. You were headstrong and that was exactly what had him hooked.

Nevertheless, it would be a bit of an issue. The only part of the rumors surrounding the treasurer that was true, was the part about him preferring his partners to be on the quieter side. There was something about them following his every demand, kneeling at his beck and call, that lit a fire underneath him. The mouthier they were, the less he enjoyed himself. But for some reason, he doesn’t think it’ll bother him as much with you. In fact, he thinks he’ll have fun putting you in your place.

“You know, Y/N,” he pushes your hair over your bare shoulder, letting his thumb graze your warm skin with a small but conniving grin. “I’m not too sure you’ll be able to cure this boredom that’s been plaguing me. It depends on what you have in mind.”

You might cry. A strained groan stays stuck in your throat, fighting to inch its way out of you. Fuck this stupid party. Fuck your stupid idea. You had a new mission. You needed him now and you needed him bad.

Your lips are on his in a matter of seconds, rushed and desperate. You don’t have the strength in you to act like you weren’t just about ready to combust. The curve of a smile can be felt through the kiss, his hands coming to rest on your waist and dig into the fabric of your dress. Had this been any other guy, any other day even, you would’ve freaked out over the PDA. Right now, though, you’re too lost in the moment, too absorbed in the high that kissing Choi Chanhee is providing.

His mouth travels along your jaw and neck, finally snapping you back to reality. With shaky breathing and a wavering voice, you step back from him. “Don’t you want— don’t we need some privacy?”

He laughs like he’s on the inside of a joke you’re unaware of. “Oh, so now you care about privacy? You didn’t when you were trying to seduce me ten minutes ago.”

Your cheeks flush impossibly more, cowering into the space where his shoulder meets his collarbone. All that confidence and for what? He really could not wait another second to see you crumble beneath him.

“Too shy for me to fuck you in front of all these people, sweetheart?” He asks in your ear, leaving a gentle kiss on the lobe as he does so.

You’re dizzy, so dizzy you might faint in the middle of this living room. Who would’ve known that such a pretty boy had such a filthy mouth on him? He knows he’s got you right where he wants you when you fist the material of his shirt, the vibrations of a whine on his neck. It’s kind of comical how little it took for you to crack.

He hauls you away to what you assume is his bedroom, fingers caressing the inside of your wrist. You think maybe he’s all talk, that he’s actually a big softie who couldn’t hurt a fly. The way he’s careful with his touch and making sure he doesn’t lose you as you weave through the other party attendees. At least, that’s what you thought.

But then he’s slamming his door shut and pinning you against it face first. His lips return to their prior position, sucking in the plush skin on your throat and your shoulders. You can feel him pressed into your lower back, hard and ready for you. He doesn’t seem to pay much attention to it, instead trailing his fingers down your front and sneaking under your dress.

He bunches it up around your hips, middle and ring digits circling your clit through the lace of your panties. Everything is escalating too quickly for you to comprehend. You whimper into the wood of the door, drool beginning to pool in your mouth. You’re so needy that you’re salivating over the prospects of what’s to come.

“Want more, Chanhee,” your words are muffled, but he understands you nonetheless.

“You want more?” He pouts, a false tone of sympathy in his voice. “Poor you, asking for something you can’t even handle.”

You squirm, raising your leg in an attempt to reach a different angle. The pads of his fingers apply an increased pressure on your clit, the friction caused by your underwear skyrocketing your heart rate. You know he can feel the pulse when his lips reconnect to that sensitive area just under your jaw. Your back arches, still craving and yearning for additional touch.

His fingers slip into the waistband of your thong, collecting your arousal and using it as a lubricant to glide through your folds. He thrusts two of them in and out of your entrance, the heel of his palm rubbing up against your clit. You moan, louder this time. His free hand shoves the top of your dress down, groping and kneading your bare breast. You wanted more, he’ll give you more.

You’re a whining, squirrely mess, humping his hand like a bitch in heat. It’s hilarious, really. The way you wanted him begging, but the tables seemed to have turned, flipping it the other way around. He ensures that he leaves his mark on you, biting your skin with the intent to bruise. He doesn’t care if you looked like you were attacked by a vicious animal. If Chanhee was anything, he was possessive, wanting everyone to know what was his and not to get near it lest they wanted to keep their lives. What better way to stake his claim than on your body, where anyone could see?

He senses that you’re close to your release, your walls clenching around his fingers and sucking them in further. Most people would’ve been generous, making your orgasm smooth sailing. But Choi Chanhee was not like most people. That much is obvious when he adds a third finger, restraining himself from groaning at the feeling of your cunt constricting and contracting. The stretch has your stomach tying in knots, each one growing tighter and tighter until they just about untangle altogether.

You cum with a guttural groan, nearly convulsing in his hold, but he keeps you pressed to the surface of the door. He doesn’t stop his motions, fingers curling and uncurling like he was reaching for something inside of you. You push your ass into his crotch, another whine escaping your lips when you feel his cock impressing into it. He bites his tongue to refrain from evoking a sound.

The poised nature of your regular personality makes a comeback, one of your hands cupping the side of his face. You pant as you speak, rasping slightly after all the moaning you just did. “Can you fuck me for real now?”

Chanhee forces your underwear down your legs roughly, kicking them out of the way once they hit the floor. “You’re such a goddamn brat. Nothing is ever enough for you is it?” You can hear rustling behind you, the unbuttoning of pants and the discarding of his shirt. And then you feel him. God, you might die. He’s flush between your lower lips, his teeth grazing your earlobe. “Gonna have to fuck you until you learn your place, don’t I?”

He squeezes your cheeks together with his thumb and forefinger, relishing in the adorable pout it forms. All you can do is nod, eyes fluttering shut when he finally slides inside of you. The weight of him sits heavy in your cunt, the singular drive of his hips causing your clit to bump into the door. It sends a rippled shockwave throughout your body, a voluminous moan breaching past your lips. Chanhee rests his forehead on your shoulder, staying still for a moment to gather himself.

It’s not long before he’s pistoning his cock into your pussy like a sword being sheathed and unsheathed. You claw at the wall as a means of grounding yourself, inconsistently paced cries and mewls of pleasure bouncing around the room. He hikes up your leg higher, palming at your tits so he can override your senses any way he can. You’re so lightheaded and tears have begun to spring at the corners of your eyes. It feels too good.

“O-Oh my god, you’re s-so— f-fuck Chanhee,” you babble, gasping for air as he continuously punches it out of you with every inch his cock buries into you.

He’s enjoying himself too much, loving how fucked out you look. He’s reduced you to an incoherent state of being. You curve your back a bit more for him, allowing the depth at which he slips in you to go further.

Unfortunately for you, it doesn’t take much to wind you back up to that summit from previously. You’re on the brink of your second orgasm, your chest heating up and your abdomen contracting. He doesn’t let up, pinching and thumbing at a peaked nipple to egg on your release. This one feels a lot stronger than the first, your knees nearly giving out on you.

“C’mon sweetheart, that’s it,” he coaxes, stroking your hair from your face.

Chanhee fucks you through it, allotting space for you to recover before he’s knocking you onto his bed. He removes your dress entirely and rubs up and down your thighs. The exhaustion is already beginning to settle in, but you realize that he hasn’t finished not once and you’d be hitting your third at this point. You’re overstimulated and your body aches all over, but you push through.

He finds your entrance again, pressing into your cunt with more ease. You whine, smushing your cheek into the mattress. Your toes curl and you fist at the sheets, eyes all but rolling to the back of your head where you see white spots and stars coating your vision. He grips your hips to hold you still, starting to rock back into your pussy with practiced aggression. He’s carnal with his movements, but it’s careful, almost like he doesn’t really want to hurt you.

“It’s too much—“ you interrupt yourself with a wail, the tears from earlier tracking along the sides of your face.

“I’ve fucked you stupid, haven’t I? Thought I was done with you?” He strains, folding over so he can kiss the skin of your collarbone and trail up to your mouth. His lips brush yours when he talks, teasing you as if he hadn’t already fucked you within an inch of your life. “Do you think I’m having fun yet?”

Your cunt sucks him in like a vacuum, your volume rising the closer you get to what you hope is your last orgasm of the night. What you needed was the best sleep ever after this. Your brain can barely form sentences, and you struggle to give him a proper response. “Y-Yes, Cha-Chanhee— oh god— s-so much fun,”

Your breath catches in your throat when that familiar sensation reappears. Chanhee is in his own world, focused on chasing his own release. His nails dig into the fat of your thighs, thrusts becoming deeper and slower. You reach between the two of you to swipe at your clit with your middle and ring fingers, the extra stimulation tipping you over that sweet edge.

Your orgasm crests upon you with so much intensity that you can’t even make a sound. If you do, it’s so far away from you that you don’t hear it. The uncontrollable fluttering of your walls sets Chanhee’s into action, his hips stuttering with a groan that doesn’t meet your ears. He fills you up with enough cum that it begins to spill out of you in spite of his cock still plugged inside your cunt. You both take a moment to recollect your bearings, chests clashing with each rise and fall from your breathing.

After what feels like forever, he pulls out and collapses on the bed beside you, the back of his hand thrown over his forehead.

“Holy shit— I mean— wow I really— I really didn’t think you were so…” You don’t finish your thought, head still stuck on the actions you’d committed prior.

“It’s always the quiet ones.” Chanhee shrugs, sighing dramatically.

“You are not quiet,” you turn your head to give him a pointed look. “But, I’m not complaining. I got my insides rearranged six ways to Sunday. Who’s the real winner here?”

“Me, actually,” he says, his thumb caressing your cheekbone. “I’ve had the longer crush.”

“Y-You— huh?!” Your eyes practically bulge out of your head, comically wide like a deer’s caught in headlights. He laughs at your expression.

“I’ve been wanting to make a move on you since last semester,” he admits. “But I was kinda… discouraged? I guess? I feel like I’m the one who puts in too much effort all the time, with everything that I do. I wanted to see if maybe someone would do the same for me. I’m just lucky that it worked out in my favor.”

Your bottom lip juts out and you flip over to peck the tip of his nose tenderly. “Choi Chanhee, you’re extremely lucky. I almost gave up on you, like, a couple days ago.”

Chanhee’s laughter grows and he kisses you softly. “Well, I’m glad that you didn’t. Now I can take you on a real date to that space cafe. Not one that Kevin forced on us.”

“I like the sound of that.” You smile, cuddling into his side.

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Can i ask a last request for now? About mark grayson with a yui komori like s/o,i just want the fluff and yui with a nice and protective boyfriend

YEEEEES

Mark Grayson/Invincible x Yui Komori! Reader

Genre: Headcanons

Reader: female

Warnings: PTSD, TRAUMA, REFERENCES TO ABUSE OF SEVERAL KINDS! Reader is in for a BAD ride... Reader is very kindhearted and soft, religion themes, Angst-comfort, fluff.

Starting with the basics, I think this reader could have a mixed origin with Eve's and Yui's all in one...

Let's say that Reader was born precisely artificially in order to be the vessel of certain types of healing powers and advance the science of medicine. giving her the ability to have healing blood from a young age.

which at first doesn't sound bad.

However, as she grows up (under the tutelage of an agent of said organization who created her under the guise of a priest), the reader begins to be exposed to a less... pleasant environment.

First of all, Reader was raised according to the facade of her father, a person of religion, which made her a very believer, with high hopes in every aspect.

This would help her better face the nightmare that was coming.

When the reader was fully developed, it was time to put another aspect of her healing abilities into practice.

which was, hurt her as much as possible to see her recovery and how her powers acted accordingly.

It definitely wasn't pleasant...

reader was beaten, tortured, stretched, cut, to say a few things...

Although reader healed incredibly quickly, it didn't mean that this would be painless or easier for the next time she was hurt, it just prepared her mentally...

There were people who only did their job during all of this, there were people who were stubborn when it came to making her suffer...

But the reader did not want to lose hope of being able to get rid of everyone.

Maybe she didn't have a power to help herself get out by force, but at least she could survive long enough...

so that? She really didn't know...

NOW, here things are divided and how the reader was able to meet Mark.

The first scenario (obvious) is that it was Mark as Invincible who saved the reader from the people who were experimenting on her.

and the second, Mark and reader already know each other when reader escaped on her own and helps Cecil heal the heroes under his command.

Let's go more for the first.

Definitely at first Mark thought it would be a simpler operation, go in, break whatever these people were creating that was dangerous, and come back before lunch.

That didn't happen.

First of all, he ended up running into a strange man (Mr. Komori? something like that?) who seemed to be doing the same thing as him and almost shot him in the face. which wouldn't have killed him but OUCH.

Taking advantage of the fact that he was on his side, Mr. Komori wasted no time and asked Mark for help, as his daughter was trapped on the ground floor, she needed HELP.

and look, Mark may be skeptic about these things since Titan, but this man looked DESPERATE and had definitely, uh, killed quite a few guards to get to the ground floor. it seemed beridic

So, Mark decided to take the bet.

(You can bet it was one of the best decisions of his life).

even if he didn't feel that way at the time, because FRIEND, when Mark went downstairs with this man and saw what he saw, it made him want to vomit.

record and records of TORTURE, papers that detailed everything, chemicals made from the "collected material", etc.

It definitely has the same vibe as Vincent's lab, if you know what I mean.

Although at least Mark had the consolation that this time he managed to do something in time.

He escorted Mr. Komori and reader out of the building (yep, he carried them both. Mr. Komori kept complaining about how uncomfortable it was. Reader was just grateful to leave that place and saying thank You non stop).

That caught Mark's attention.

Despite being in an UNDERSTANDINGLY stressful and traumatic situation, the reader seemed too... calm. even overflowing.

Although he simply shook the thought from his head and took them both to the pentagon to be examined (especially reader...)

Meanwhile, reader couldn't be happier! What she expected really came true, her father (and a hero!) came to save her!

reader KNEW she shouldn't lose hope, she was so happy.

From here we start with Mark's interactions with the reader.

After that awkward beginning, Mark will probably end up bumping into the reader a lot because she is interned indefinitely for a long time in the Pentagon, while he ends up there because of his constant beatings lol.

At least the reader makes him feel better about it with a lot of optimism and positivity.

Mark would be lying if he said that at first he understood her, the truth is he didn't. at first.

especially not HER as a whole.

HOW CAN SOMEONE WHO WENT THROUGH THE HELL ITSELF STILL BE SO VIVID AND CHEERFUL?? HAVE SO MUCH HOPE?

a part of him thought it was a trap lol

But as the trips to the hospital and the conversations went by, Mark realized that, genuinely, the reader speaks sincerely.

There was no double intent in her words, just trying to cheer him up (and definitely afterward he feels bad for assuming she was some kind of psychopath lol).

Reader probably ends up being Mark's main supporter in his beginnings as a hero, which is very endearing, partly he doesn't think he deserves it (with how much he gets hit/makes mistakes) but Reader always says the same thing.

He is HER hero first of all.

(shot straight to the heart)

after a while, Mark may go to see reader directly at the hospital/pentagon just so he can talk to her, at first with some excuse (like some villain, getting a second opinion, advice?) but eventually he just started showing up in her hospital room without prior notice just to chat.

and SOME LOOOOOONG talks.

Mark definitely learns to appreciate the reader's positivity more as the story progresses, he WISHES he had a quarter of all of that...

He would definitely go HELLBENT if Cecil wanted to use the findings made by the mad scientists who originally had the readership for the Pentagon.

DUDE????WHAT THE FUCK???

especially if he's are already in a relationship with the reader at this point (they are).

although he wouldn't react any better if I knew that Cecil probably wants to use reader blood samples to improve the performance of the pentagon heroes :)

DO YOU KNOW THE COMIC INVINCIBLE VS CECIL? YES, THAT HAPPENS HERE.

It is one thing to use all the knowledge that HORRIBLE people got from reading through TORTURE (VERY BAD) and another VERY DIFFERENT thing is to MANIPULATE the VICTIM of said torture so that they WORK for you instead of their abusers:)

Reader definitely wouldn't want to see Cecil for a long time.

Going all in with the relationship, as you can see, Mark doesn't play around when it comes to reader.

protective boyfriend

He doesn't care that the reader cannot technically die easily or that she can regenerate in an exaggerated way, HE IS NOT ALLOWING THAT.

Mark would definitely enjoy being a total cuddler with the reader, they both are, but Mark is touch-starved to an almost ridiculous level.

lots of hugs (plus if the reader is shorter than Mark)

The reader probably doesn't want anything to do with the world of superheroes after everything that happened to her, and Mark is fine with that, but I don't think he's against things like medicine or the like.

IMAGINE THE READER AS A DOCTOR AAAAAWWWWWWW

Even if Mark is the most obviously protective, don't doubt that reader could kick your ass (maybe) if she could. or at least give Mark a way to do so.

I like to think that while the reader hates drawing blood, she would definitely draw a lot if Mark is in a critical situation.

In turn, Mark always makes it his first priority to protect the reader from imminent dangers.

MARK LETTING THE READER PLAY WITH HIS HAIR I CAN'T-

Mark definitely likes seeing Reader playing with Oliver when he's still a baby, it's too cute (maybe he likes to imagine what Reader would be like with his own son? What?)

Going out to fly is especially nice with these two, the reader doesn't talk much when they do it, but it's because she is so amazed by the sky that Mark often doesn't hold back and squeezes her face.

That too, Mark can, should, and will squeeze the reader's cheeks, he can't help it.

It's that or bite his face (ouch).

proud boyfriend who uses any gift his girlfriend gives him, no matter how "girly" it is (like a pink coat).

Did you see that Yui can play the piano in the games? probably a reader too! and she's definitely pretty good at it, Mark got used to the piano pieces around the house pretty quickly (he even hums them lol).

WEY WHEN READER ENCOURAGES HIM WITH Hus INTEREST IN COMICS THE MAN DOESN'T KNOW WHETHER TO LAUGH OR CRY SOMEONE GIVE HIM A HUG--

Needless to say, but if any of the scientists who harmed the reader are still around...they won't be doing it for much longer...

Debbie wants a daughter-in-law, I won't say more.

HE LOVES carrying the reader like a princess, she's just so cute and friendly and little and he wants to take care of her and🥺

Overall, they are a very adorable pair, while they might have some struggles between civilian and heroic life, Reader definitely has the mental dexterity to be able to live with that and make the relationship work.

reader is the strongest person Mark has ever met:3

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[arcielee]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you so much for the tag @poetic-fiasco @babyblue711 @lord-aldhelm @moris-auri ! This was nifty 💜

1. How many works do you have on ao3 (or masterlist)? - On my masterlist here, 45. I only have 19 on my ao3, including a Sailor Moon fic I abandoned.

2. What’s your total ao3/tumblr word count? - I am only doing ao3, which is 218,594 so far.

3. What fandoms do you write for? - Whatever inspires me, to be honest. Lately, I have been dabbling in Jujutsu Kaisen help me, and those are all under my ☆ Other fandoms masterlist.

4. Top five fics by kudos/notes - On ao3, The Sapphire Prince and lost in a haze, the second being a Hazbin Hotel piece I wrote. For this hellsite it is my Call It Dreaming series, then dōna mandia 😈 and Silver Coins.

5. Do you respond to comments? - I try my best too, but Tumblr sometimes fails to notify me. I love them all, though! 💜

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? - That might be a toss up between Dancing in the Dark and Ours never knew peace.

7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? - I think my Farewell Wanderlust story that I wrote solely when I learned that Bernard never killed off Osferth in the series. I was determined for that baby monk to get a happily ever after.

8. Do you get hate on fics? - I got a lot of grief for dōna mandia and I do get a lot of hate anons, but those I report and be done with it.

9. Do you write smut? - I literally only started writing smut when House of the Dragon came out. It changed my brain chemistry.

10. Craziest crossover? - Oh man 😆 I have been writing since I was 13 and I did this crazy LotR x wrestling crossover that was a hot mess. This was on fucking FF.net, but they deleted my account. I was devastated at the time, but now I understand this was a mercy killing.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? - I sure hope not.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? - I have been asked, but since I am not on the platform requested, I declined the offers.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? - I have not.

14. All time favorite ship? - I am keeping the prior answer because A Red Dawn Rises by @avonne-writes is the rarepair of Aemond x Aethelstan and it has me chewing on my furniture.

15. What’s a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will? - Gosh, I keep swearing I will return to them, so please allow my incessant denial. 😂

16. What are your writing strengths? - Um... probably that I always put my whole bussy heart in every piece?

17. What are your writing weaknesses? - I forget to add adjectives a lot and I also abuse the fuck out of the semi-colon, but all I can do is reread my work, boo and hiss at what I created, and try to do better with my next story.

18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language? - As long as a translation is close by so I can follow along. I hate scrolling up or down so I can figure out what is being said.

19. First fandom you wrote in? - Lord of the Rings! And it was terrible! 🥰

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? -

Anyway, here are my top 3:

♡ She Walks in Starlight really pushed me out of my comfort zone and helped me hone my prose style for whatever genre I am writing for. Plus, Aemond is so very Hades code.

♡ Ours never knew peace. This one is not very popular, but I really loved it. It was supposed to be how The Sapphire Prince was going to end, but my OC in that was very determined to go another route. I started writing this after watching The Princess Bride and it sat in my drafts forever... but I just love the idea of being warned of what happens and being doomed to repeat it.

♡ Dancing in the Dark was an ode to my oma and my grandfather, but thankfully they don't do the internet and/or are dead. 💜

no pressure tags: @itbmojojoejo @sylasthegrim @flowerandblood @bhxrdy @troublesomesnitch

@inthedayswhenlandswerefew (please pretend it is another IWAW segment) @aemonds-fire @squirmhoney @namelesslosers @targaryen-dynasty

@anjelicawrites @st-eve-barnes and anyone else, if it comes across your dash, tag me pleaseeee 🦝💜

[imagines--galore]

||Mind Over Matter|| Part Fifteen

Summary: Evelyn is Penelope Garcia’s protégé. She is a tech wiz, and knows her way around any kind of security and just like her mentor knows  how to dig deep and get into the past of anyone and has a knack for   anything with a chip in it. Including potato chips. The one thing she fails at is figuring out is the mind and how it works.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Evelyn Richardson(OC)

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

Previously - Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten, Part Eleven, Part Twelve, Part Thirteen, Part Fourteen

A/N: A brief intro to someone from Evelyn’s past!

"Evelyn? Mind handing me that box of files?"

Silence greeted the young Doctor's request. A few seconds passed before he glanced up from the file he had been thumbing through, only to frown slightly at the sight of his friend staring blankly at the screen of her phone.

"Evelyn?" He spoke again, this time a little more loudly. No response.

Leaning forward he placed a hand on her shoulder. "Eve?" Despite his voice being gentle and low, the red head jumped, startled. Quickly putting her phone away, she sniffed before turning to Reid.

"Sorry Spence, I was thinking about something. What did you say you need?" She asked, eyes blinking rapidly behind her glasses. Spencer frowned. "That box." He pointed to the one right beside her. Nodding, the woman quickly slid the box over to him before turning her attention to the laptop screen she had opened in front of her. Though he had begun to rummage in the box for whatever file he needed, Spencer did not miss the way Evelyn brushed at her cheek where a tear had escaped. Not wanting to pry at the moment, he made a note to ask what was troubling her later.

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"That was quite the lucky break Ginger." Morgan commented, smiling slightly at the petite red head, who merely shrugged in response. "It was really chance on my part. I mean its unbelievable how narcissistic the man was that he wanted to watch as we went over the crime scenes. He really didn't think he'd get caught." She muttered incredulously under her breath as she packed up her laptop in her bag.

Her mind was still reeling from what had happened in the past couple of days. The Unsub picked up the three victims and one would be victim at rather upscale and luxurious locations before charming them and courting them for exactly two weeks. Flowers, dinners, dancing, nighttime walks. The works.

And then at the end of the second week, he would insist on coming to their home for the first time. He would sleep with them and afterwards, insisting that since they had had the best two weeks of their lives what more could they have asked for before killing them. Of course, he wouldn't kill them immediately. The Unsub, later named Julian Black, would give them some form of anesthesia that would have them feeling numb around the area where he would then stab them so they would not feel any pain. Afterwards, he would watch them lay there, helpless and vulnerable, as the bled to death.

He had been in the process of courting his fourth victim when Evelyn, wanting to see if there was perhaps a hidden USB the last victim had been using to keep her more personal files safe, had stumbled upon the tiny camera while on the hunt. The Unsub had not been monitoring his feed at the time, and the red head had been quick when it came to tracking where the signal for the camera pinged. Within half an hour the FBI had apprehended Julian Black and led him away in cuffs.

Job done and killer behind bars, the BAU were now packing up. Though since it was nearly midnight Hotch had given the order for everyone to rest up for the night. They would be heading back to Quantico in the morning.

Emily smiled at the younger Agent. "Still, it was rather quick work on your part. I'm sure Penelope will be proud of you." Evelyn blushed at the praise, smiling brightly as she shouldered her bag. "Are you saying she isn't proud of me on a normal basis Emily?" She questioned, the teasing lilt in her tone evident as she raised an eyebrow at her friend.

The dark haired woman rolled her eyes. "Don't go fishing for compliments Richardson, you need to earn 'em." She called over her shoulder as she exited the room. Whatever retort Evelyn was about the give died on her lips the very moment her bright blue eyes focused on the person who had just entered the room they had been using to conduct all their research. The smile dropped from her lips, the light in her eyes dimmed, her shoulders slumped, and she appeared to make herself smaller. Smaller then she already was.

"D-Diana."

She whispered softly, prompting Morgan and Spencer, both of whom had been helping put away everything for later evidence, to stop what they were doing and turn their attention to the newcomer.

She was gorgeous, there was no denying that. Beautiful long blonde locks, bright blue eyes, a perfect heart shaped face and small nose with a set of full lips. Tall, with curves in all the right places, and dressed head to toe in designer attire. There was the telltale sign of a baby bump showcasing that she was not that far along, and that only seemed to add to her aesthetic. Of course, all that beauty was for naught given that her lips were pulled into a vicious smile and her eyes full of hatred and anger.

"Were you really about to go without even saying hello to your older sister? Aww Evelyn. I'm hurt." She spoke in a voice dripping with sarcasm, walking forward, towering over the red head.

Evelyn shook her head. "N-no. I-I was just b-busy with the c-case." She managed to stammer, eyes darting to her friends. Suddenly she flinched seeing Diana lift her hand. Only to relax when she simply placed a finger under her own lips as she assessed her sister. The flinch wasn't missed by the two profilers. Obviously Diana had hit Evelyn in the past given how the latter had reacted. Though the two men were still trying to wrap their head around the fact that they were looking at Evelyn's sister. They had known she had an older sibling, but one living in New York, so closely connected to their case? That was new information.

Diana nodded. "I'm sure you were. Though if you had gotten here sooner I wouldn't have lost my best friend." Evelyn flinched at the mention of the third victim. Morgan, bless his soul, jumped in to save her. "We were only informed of the case after Hailey's body was found. And it was your sister's quick thinking that we were able to catch the killer." Sharp blue eyes glanced carelessly in his direction before they were back on Evelyn. "I'm surprised she didn't manage to screw it up like she does everything." The words cut deep, prompting the red head to inhale sharply to try and steady her rapidly beating heart.

"Diana…I-" She was cut off when her sister cast her a hard look. "Did I say you could speak?" The other two Agents were absolutely stunned with the way Diana was speaking to their friend. Before Morgan could say anything, Reid had already stepped forward and placed his hand on Evelyn's shoulder, pulling her away from the taller blonde and stepping in her place. His face was unreadable as he fixed his gaze on Diana. 

"If you're only going to speak to her like that I suggest you leave." He spoke coldly. The woman growled under her breath before sparing Evelyn one last glare, where she was staring at her sister from over Reid's shoulder. "I see you're still letting someone else fight your battles for you." The blonde turned on her heel and stalked out of the room. She paused at the door, glancing back at her cowering sister. "Even as an FBI Agent you're just as pathetic as you were when we were kids."

And then she was gone.

Stunned silence followed her exit. Morgan and Reid both turned their attention towards Evelyn. Her eyes swam with unshed tears, and her body was trembling. Her knuckles were white from where she had been gripping the strap of her bag.

"Evelyn? What was-"

"I have to go." Without even giving Morgan a chance to finish his question, Evelyn darted out from behind Reid and out of the room, leaving two stunned men in her wake.

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An hour later found Morgan exhausted and saddened as he stepped out of Evelyn's room at the hotel. He very nearly ran into Reid who had been standing just outside. Morgan had offered to check in on Evelyn first, while Reid had made a quick detour to his room to change out of the clothes he had been wearing the entire day. He had opted for a plain t-shirt and plaid pajama pants, with a hastily tied dressing gown over it. The older Agent pursed his lips before sighing. "You can go in, but I don't think she has the strength to talk about it again." Reid glanced at the door over Morgan's shoulder, before shaking his head.

"I just want to make sure she's alright."

Nodding Morgan patted him on the shoulder before disappearing down the hall towards his own room. Neither of them had spoken to anyone else on the Team about what had occurred. Both of them had decided that it would be Evelyn's decision at that front. Hesitating for just a moment, Spencer inhaled deeply through his nose before gently knocking against the maroon colored door. "Evelyn? Its me. Can I come in?"

There was no response. Spencer was just about to turn away, thinking that perhaps she wanted to be alone, when the handle turned, allowing the door to stand slightly ajar. Taking it as his invitation, Spencer stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. The room was spacious and was one with a balcony. Evelyn had left the sliding doors open to allow the midnight breeze to cool her room. The girl in question had walked back to her spot on the bed. Laying down on the soft mattress, dressed in an oversized shirt and faded pajama pants, she lay there with her gaze trained towards the ceiling.

Spencer was so used to seeing them shimmer with a range of different emotions. From laughter and anger, to confusion and distaste. But right then they were dull and lifeless. And sad. And alone. She gently patted the spot beside her. Walking over to her, he settled down next to her staring up at the ceiling as well. The bed was just big enough for the two of them, leaving barely any space between them.

"You talk to Morgan?" A meek nod followed his question.

Silence.

"Are you alright?" A slight shake of the head was his response.

Silence.

"I'm not the best when it comes to these things but if you want to talk some more, I'm here."

Silence. And this one stretched on for a good few minutes before her lips parted and she spoke. "Even after so many years, she still hates me." Spencer turned his head to focus his gaze on her. "I don't know what I did, but ever since I can remember she has always hated me." A sigh followed her words. "And she refuses to tell me what it is that I did. Now I think she hates me because she has hated me her entire life and just can't associate any other emotion when it comes to me."

He stayed quiet. "I'm sure that whatever you did, if you even did anything, you didn't mean any harm." Spencer had his doubts that Evelyn had done something wrong. She was the kindest most caring person he had ever met so far in his life and he doubted she had ever done any person any harm intentionally. Her gaze turned to him, and he realized that she wasn't wearing her glasses. Without the wide frame of her glasses, her features appeared delicate and soft.

"I was always envious of her. Still am. When we were kids she was always the one with all the friends. And even back then she was so beautiful. People refused to believe that we were even sisters since we look nothing alike and given how plain I am." He hummed once she finished speaking. "Typically the older child is the object of envy for the younger child, since they have more expectations to live up to."

The red head nodded, unconsciously leaning her head against his shoulder, scooting just a little closer to him. "I know. It's the natural order of things." For his part Spencer turned on his side and wrapped his arm around her waist. The change in his position had her head shifting to rest on his chest instead, right above his heart. Another few minutes of silence, before a sniffle was heard.

"I just sometimes wish she would see me as her sister. I even made a birthday wish about that once." A tearful laugh escaped her lips as she recalled her childhood memory. His other hand lifted to gently run his fingers through her brilliant red locks. Evelyn's hands rested against his chest, her fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt, as if she were afraid he would suddenly leave. "I know that it doesn't make up for it but you can always adopt Garcia as your older sister."

A chuckle sounded from her, prompting him to smile as well at her words. "I think mother-hen is a better fit for her." He laughed softly, his gaze soft as he looked at her. "You're probably right. JJ then and I suppose in time Emily as well." Evelyn nodded against his chest, tilting her head back to look at him. "Then I suppose Morgan is my older brother. Given how protective he is." Spencer hummed in agreement, feeling his eyelids start to grow heavy. "And Hotch and Gideon your father figures." The red head made a small noise of agreement as she yawned. Her lips were pulled into a smile though as she thought about the family she had made over the years.

Snuggling closer to Spencer, she inhaled deeply, taking in his unique scent. "What about you?"

The man blinked. "What about me?"

Her blue eyes found his hazel gaze. "What title do you hold in my make-shift family?" The Genius thought for a few seconds before shrugging. "I don't know. What title do you think fits me as someone in your life?"

Pursing her lips slightly, Evelyn allowed her eyes to slide close mind pondering on the question. The answer though came not from her brain, but from her heart and the words rose to her lips unbidden, unfiltered and with no hesitation.

"My best friend." Came her sleepy reply, which was followed by a sleepy kiss to his cheek on her part.

Spencer lay there stunned. He took in her half-asleep state. The gentle smile on her lips and her heavily lidded eyes, her breath beginning to even out as she fell asleep. Her eyelids fluttered as she fought to stay awake. A warmth spread through him at her words. One that finally came to settle in his chest. Pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead he whispered against her soft skin. "And you are mine." Humming sleepily Evelyn snuggled even closer to Spencer, greedily seeking his body heat as she slowly succumbed to sleep.

"And Evelyn?"

"Hmm?"

"I don't know how anyone wouldn't think you're pretty…"

"That's because I'm not…"

"You're beautiful."

"Thanks Spence. You're beautiful too."

"You're welcome Evie."

The words slurred as they both drifted off to sleep. Evelyn with her head resting near Spencer's chest, one hand resting against his chest, the other resting atop him, just under his shoulder. And Spencer, for his part, slept with one arm under her waist and the other lifted at a slightly odd angle so that his fingers could tangle in her red hair.

Neither stirred the entire night. Not by the cold breeze. Or nightmares.

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Tag List - molethemollie @cillsnostalgia @aceofspades190  @kathaaaaaaa @lovelyygirl8 

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Alexei  navalny did not like tragedies. He preferred Hollywood films and fables in which heroes vanquish villains and good triumphs over evil. He had the looks and talent to be one of those heroes, but he was born in Russia and lived in dark times, spending his last days in a penal colony in the Arctic permafrost. A fan of “Star Wars”, he described his ordeal in lyrical terms. “Prison [exists] in one’s mind,” he wrote from his cell in 2021. “And if you think carefully, I am not in prison but on a space voyage…to a wonderful new world.” That voyage ended on February 16th.

Mr Navalny’s death was blamed by Russian prison authorities on a blood clot—though his doctor said he suffered from no condition which made that likely. Whatever ends up on his death certificate, he was killed by Vladimir Putin. Russia’s president locked him up; in his name Mr Navalny was subjected to a regime of forced labour and solitary confinement. Mr Navalny will be celebrated as a man of remarkable courage. His life will be remembered for what it says about Mr Putin, what it portends for Russia and what it demands of the world.

A man of formidable intelligence, Mr Navalny identified the two foundations on which Mr Putin has built his power: fear and greed. In Mr Putin’s world everyone can be bribed or threatened. Not only did Mr Navalny understand those impulses, he struck at them in devastating ways.

His insight was that corruption was not just a side hustle but the moral rot at the heart of Mr Putin’s state. His anti-corruption crusade formed a new genre of immaculately documented and thriller-like films that displayed the yachts, villas and planes of Russia’s rulers. These videos, posted on YouTube, culminated in an exposé of Mr Putin’s billion-dollar palace on the Black Sea coast that has been watched 130m times. Despite the palace’s iron gates, adorned with a two-headed imperial eagle, Mr Navalny portrayed its owner not as a tsar so much as a tasteless mafia boss.

Mr Navalny also understood fear and how to defeat it. Mr Putin’s first attempt to kill him was in 2020, when he was poisoned with the nerve agent Novichok smeared inside his underwear. By sheer good luck Mr Navalny survived, regained his strength in Germany and less than a year later flew back to Moscow to defy Mr Putin in a blast of publicity.

He returned in the full knowledge that he would probably be arrested. On the way back to confront the evil ruler who had tried to poison him he did not read Hamlet. He watched Rick and Morty, an American cartoon. By mocking Mr Putin, he diminished him. “I’ve mortally offended him by surviving,” he said from the dock during his trial in 2021. “He will enter history as a poisoner. We had Yaroslav the Wise and Alexander the Liberator. And now we will have Vladimir the Poisoner of Underpants.”

Mr Navalny was sentenced to 19 years in jail on extremism charges. He turned his sentence into an act of cheerful defiance. Every time he appeared in court hearings via video link from prison, his smile cut through the walls of his cell and beamed across Russia’s 11 time zones. On February 15th, on the eve of his death, he was in court again. Dressed in dark-grey prison uniform he laughed in the face of Mr Putin’s judges, suggesting they should put some money into his account as he was running short. In the end there was only one way Mr Putin could wipe the smile off his face.

In his essay “Live Not by Lies”, in 1974, Alexander Solzhenitsyn, a Nobel-prize-winning Soviet novelist, wrote that “when violence intrudes into peaceful life, its face glows with self-confidence, as if it were carrying a banner and shouting: ‘I am violence. Run away, make way for me—I will crush you’.” Mr Navalny understood, but instead of running he held his ground.

His great strength was to understand Mr Putin’s fear of other people’s courage. In one of his early communications from jail he wrote that: “it is not honest people who frighten the authorities…but those who are not afraid, or, to be more precise: those who may be afraid, but overcome their fear.”

That is why his death portends a deepening of repression inside Russia. Mr Navalny’s murder was not the first and it will not be the last. The next targets could be Ilya Yashin, a brave politician who followed Mr Navalny to prison, or Vladimir Kara-Murza, a historian, journalist and politician who has been sentenced to 25 years on treason charges for speaking against the war. The lawyers and activists who continue to defend these dissidents are also in danger. Since Mr Putin’s return to the presidency in 2012, the number of prisoners has increased 15 times. Even as the remnants of Stalin’s gulag fill with political prisoners, professional criminals are being recruited and released to fight in Ukraine.

Mr Navalny’s death also casts a shadow over ordinary Russians. In Moscow and across Russia, people flooded the streets at the news. Before the police started to arrest them, they covered memorials for previous victims of political repression in flowers. Yet that repression is intensifying. Since the start of the war in Ukraine, 1,305 men and women have been prosecuted for speaking out against it. A wave of repression is also swallowing up people who never before engaged in politics. The president will shoot into the crowds if he must.

For the West, Mr Navalny’s death contains a call to action. Mr Putin considers its leaders too weak and too decadent to resist him. And for many years Western politicians and businessmen did much to prove that fear and greed work in the West, too. When Mr Putin first bombed and shelled Chechnya in the early 2000s, Western politicians turned a blind eye and continued to do business with his cronies. When he murdered his opponents in Moscow and annexed Crimea in 2014, they slapped his wrist. Even after he had invaded Ukraine in 2022, they hesitated to provide enough weapons for Russia to be defeated. Every time the West stepped back, Mr Putin took a step forward. Every time Western politicians expressed their “grave concern”, he smirked.

The West needs to find the strength and courage that Mr Navalny showed. It should understand that Mr Navalny’s murder, the soaring number of political prisoners, the torture and beating of people across Russia, the assassination of Mr Putin’s opponents in Europe and the shelling of Ukrainian cities are all part of the same war. Without resolve, the West’s military and economic superiority will count for nothing.

Western governments should start by treating people like Mr Kara-Murza as prisoners of Mr Putin’s war who need to be exchanged with Russian prisoners in the West or prisoners of war in Ukraine. They should not stigmatise ordinary Russians living under a paranoid dictator and his goons, or put the onus on ordinary people to overthrow the dictator who is repressing them.

The best retort to Mr Putin is by arming Ukraine. Every time America’s Congress votes down aid, Russia takes comfort. The leaders assembled at the Munich Security Conference, who heard Mr Navalny’s wife, Yulia, speak of justice for her husband’s death, need to stiffen their resolve to see through the war. For their part Ukrainian politicians must see that standing up for Russian activists and prisoners is also a way of helping their own country—just as Mr Navalny called for peace, for rebuilding Ukraine and the prosecution of Russian war crimes. Liberating Ukraine would be the best way to liberate Russia, too.

The voyage ends

After he had been poisoned, Mr Navalny returned home because he believed that history was on his side and that Russia was freeing itself from the deadly grip of its own imperial past. “Putin is the last chord of the ussr,” he told The Economist a few months before he took that last fateful journey. “People in the Kremlin know there is a historic current that is moving against them.” Mr Putin invaded Ukraine to reverse that current. Now he has killed Mr Navalny.

Mr Navalny would not want Mr Putin’s message to prevail. “[If I get killed] the obvious thing is: don’t give up,” he once told American film-makers. “All it takes for evil to triumph is the inaction of good people. There’s no need for inaction.”

Mr Navalny’s death has seemed imminent for months. And yet there is something crushing about it. He was not alone in believing that good triumphs over evil, and that heroes vanquish villains. His courage was an inspiration. To see that moral order so brutally overturned is a terrible affront. ■

[milascorner]

HIII just wanted to drop by your inbox. i hope you’re doing well <3 i saw ur reblog about ev and miko and immediately went ??? i was like that’s my pairing why didn’t i get a notification??? then i remembered it was from my old blog 😭 but i would love to hear those hcs 🙂‍↕️

ALSO about the golden rewrite i’m so excited for it hehe it made me swap loren’s and kirsten’s careers because while i can imagine loren studying psychology i can’t imagine her being a therapist LMFAO but being a nurse works for her because i can see her studying to be a future doctor. plus the banters between her and asher would be so fun like i can already hear him telling her “you wanna be a doctor yet you smoke” “yeah so?” or like if loren’s not in a good mood and being snappy asher would be like “how do you even take care of people with that attitude?” shdhajdha

I hope you're doing well too, I miss you so much <3 At this point, you're getting my therapy bill because your ocs take up a whole portion of my brain.

I think about your pairings an unhealthy amount... so in this essay I WILL (I'm joking, I'll try and keep this short lol) disclaimer is that this is just a lot of unorganised word vomit:

Constellations by Jade LeMac gives me Ev and Miko vibes

And not to insert Cypress everywhere, but I hc that Ev wrote ‘Birds of a Feather’ by Billie Eilish about his friendship with Cy

Alsoo, Ev embracing Miko’s dancer background by doing dances with her — this in particular

okayy, but the Ev and Miko fan edits that are made by their fans are immaculate

even when they're in a relationship I imagine that Ev still has his private account that he follows Miko's social media accounts, and every once in a while Miko goes through her followings to find which account it is because Ev won't tell her

alsoo Miko's a dancer so I know she knows good music, and when Evren's particularly stuck on a song I see him calling Miko and saying "babe, will you listen to this hook for a quick second? I think it's missing something"

which brings me to when Ev's worried about making a genre switch with his music, Miko would give him such a good pep talk

this is a ramble, but I know Ev realised that Miko was the one when he didn't feel anxious around her. like, sure there are butterflies, but overall he feels calm and okay and soo content and he's never felt like that

they're always gonna be our Starstruck pairing <3, so whenever Miko's teasing Evren she's playfully like "*gasps* I cannot believe that I, Miko Sanada, get to sit next to the Evren Acevedo. this is everything I've ever wanted." — and Ev would roll his eyes and yet always absolutely adore the fact that Miko knew nothing about him before they got together

I always imagine Ev and Miko being so comfortable yapping with each other, and I see Miko sitting on Ev's lap and she's talking about football, dancing, fashion, whatever—and Ev's just intently listening and running his fingers through her hair

but alsoo not to be nsfw but all of these posts give me ev x miko vibes — x, x, and x, x, x

ooo, but also my ramble about Ev and Miko with Ev's parents, back story: Ev and his parents end up travelling to Colombia at least once a year to see the extended Acevedo family (and Rosalie always gets invited bc we know that she being divorced from Javier is criminal)

^ and Miko gets invited, and I just see Ev's family loving her. and I imagine Ev and his grandma cooking dinner together for everyone, like chopping vegetables and she goes "so you are in love?" and Ev smiles and says "you wouldn't be meeting her if I wasn't" and his grandma would pause before saying "if you come back to Colombia and Miko does not have a ring on her finger, I will kill you Evren"

^ and I just see the dinner going so well, and the Ace family end up making all these non-subtle hints about Ev and Miko's future, about marriage and kids, and comparing their relationship to Rosa and Javier's

I talk about Evren’s family a lot so I must know everything about Miko’s family and what you think their dynamic is like with Ev

I have soo many other hcs but this is already long so I'll leave those for another time asdfhjklk.

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Omg, with Kirsten, I genuinely think you made me in oc form.

When Asher says that about Loren, I imagine Loren raising a brow and going "you have the audacity to talk me about attitude", and I see it being an argument that crops up any time a cigarette is between her lips.

But yeah, omg, I'm so happy you're excited for the rewrite. That makes me so happy <33

[simplylove101]

2024 Horror Challenge: [87/?]

↳“I wanna know what it's like to be in the present of that kinda evil.” Terrifier 3 (2024) dir. Damien Leone

Plot: Art the Clown is set to unleash chaos on the unsuspecting residents of Miles County as they peacefully drift off to sleep on Christmas Eve.

Starring: Lauren LaVera, David Howard Thornton, Elliott Fullam, Samantha Scaffidi, Antonella Rose, Margaret Anne Florence, Bryce Johnson & Chris Jericho

Yeah, I did it. lol I watched it. I honestly had doubts if I should because I tapped out last year at the infamous hacksaw scene in the original Terrifier movie and I've only seen bits & pieces of the 2nd one because of my work friend who loves the movies so plot-wise I knew I'd be a bit confused. Now, there'd be an argument from the detractors of the film series who'd say, what plot? There actually is beyond the gore. While I didn't watch Terrifier 2 in its entirety (I already know the gore was gonna test me aka the cannibalism cuz yuck lol), I did know going in that Sienna was a survivor from that movie so I was like, okay we have a final girl to root for. It's not just gonna be Art killing people and we get no story to weave it into something, which hey, it's true splatter horror so even if it hadn't, it still was gonna have its fans. Gore-wise, it still was testing me and yet, I feel like I handled it well. Ofc I learned my lesson and wasn't eating anything while I watched so that was probably a good start. XD But it does also help to remind yourself just how outrageous the violence actually is and that it's not meant to be taken seriously. Now, the main controversy of it was the tease of this being a movie where kids were not off-limits as Art's victims (People have said the originals All Hallow's Eve movie made it clear that Art didn't have that blind spot already but seeing as I know nothing about those films & they're not part of this trilogy, whatever I guess?? lol) and I will say, they actually handled that part as tasteful as they possibly could if they were gonna go there. Yes, they fully go there but the actual violence is off-screen. It's the adults/teens that get the screen time for that and goodness, the overkill. XD Everyone's talking about the shower scene cuz that definitely was wild and very graphic but the worst kill is hands down the rats (IYKYK) because that is just vile. *shudders* It's gotta be said David Howard Thornton deserves his praise as Art because he truly brings that character to life in a way where he's doing these very awful things and yet we're entertained by him? lol Honestly, I liked how funny his interactions with Samantha Scaffidi's character were as well. Really good evil partner in crime energy with them. Also, Lauren LaVera as Sienna is a final girl for the ages imo. She was very badass in the final act. Kinda crazy they're making the 4th movie cuz it did feel like this could have been a nice & tight trilogy but then they had to add things about Art's mythology, while also still not giving us everything about him or much really. So, I guess the last one is gonna be the one to give the answers? I guess we'll see (assuming I'm gonna watch it but now I think I will have to because I have an actual investment in it now) This is obviously not a movie for all horror fans but I do see its value in the genre now. If nothing else, you're getting exactly what you're expecting when you choose to watch this. I figured I needed at least one movie to be a true challenge for a Halloween watch and I got that. And I didn't hate it lol so that'll be interesting when it comes to my rankings.

[the-monkey-ruler]

Xuanzang's Cassock (2012) 玄奘袈裟

Director: Zhang Xin Screenwriter: Wu Huaijie Starring : Song Tao / Ji Wen Genre: Drama Country/Region of Production: Mainland China Language: Mandarin Chinese Date: 2012 Duration: 83 minutes Type: Crossover

Summary:

The movie "Xuan Zang's Kasaya" tells the story of the treasure "Hundred Gold Clouds and Water Moji Kasaya" left by Master Xuanzang, an eminent monk of the Tang Dynasty, who was dedicated in Mogao Grottoes on the eve of the Revolution of 1911. Suddenly, various forces gathered in Dunhuang, each with different purposes in search of the treasure cassock. Rongqing, the Minister of Academic Affairs, strongly recommended Yao Kun, a bachelor of the Hanlin Academy, to go to Dunhuang to search for Xuanzang's cassock, hoping to use the magic power of the treasure to save the precarious Qing Dynasty. Yao Kun and his cousin, antique businessman Xia Zifeng, disguised themselves as businessmen and headed to the desert. Yao and Xia went to the "Sihai Inn" and met the proprietress Yu Niang. They also met Guan Yanfei and Guan Yanruo, brothers and sisters, sons of the Gansu General Soldier. The Guan brothers and sisters also came here to find the cassock. His elder brother Guan Yanfei was secretly coerced by Yuan Shikai.

In order to protect the family from Yuan Shikai's persecution, he secretly assisted the commander Cang Lang sent by Yuan Shikai to snatch Xuanzang's cassock and sell it to foreigners in exchange for arms. The simple and reckless Guan Yanruo thought he was looking for the cassock. It was for the sake of the imperial court, and out of eagerness to protect the treasure. He was afraid that something might happen if the cassock fell into the hands of a merchant, so he wanted to find the cassock before Yao and Xia, so he opposed them at every turn. The clues to find the cassock were so intertwined and obscure that everyone racked their brains and couldn't find the way. In the end, the knowledgeable Yao Kun first found the clue. Guan Yanfei took advantage of his plan and simply used Yao Kun to follow him to gradually get closer to the treasure cassock.

In the confrontation with Yao Kun, Guan Yanruo was gradually moved by Yao Kun's integrity and kindness and developed a good impression. In the process of searching for Kasaya, he discovered that his family was being controlled by Yuan Shikai's special envoy, Cang Lang. The search for the cassock was also ordered by Yuan Shikai, not to protect the national treasure. As everyone gets closer and closer to the cassock, Cang Lang forces Guan Yanfei to do whatever it takes to get the cassock as soon as possible. In order to get the final clue, Guan Yanfei puts Yao and Xia into a dungeon. After being tortured, Xia Zifeng told Guan Yanfei where the cassock was buried in order to save his cousin Yao Kun. So Canglang took Guan Yanfei and his men straight to Baobogou. At this time, Guan Yanruo used a trick to kill Yao Kun and Xia Zifeng. During the escape, the three were discovered by the Qing soldiers guarding them, and they were assisted by Yu Niang at the critical moment.

After defeating the Qing soldiers and rescuing them, it turned out that Yu Niang was a private treasure-protecting organization that had been operating near Dunhuang. After learning that Yao Kun was ordered to protect the cassocks, she had already sent people to observe secretly. In the end, while protecting the treasure With the help of others, Yao Kun and others got the cassocks first, but were surrounded by soldiers brought by Cang Lang and Guan Yanfei. When they were desperate, Yu Niang and her men arrived again. It turns out that Yu Niang and Xia Zifeng are both folk treasure protectors, and they lurked in the desert to protect the national treasure. A melee broke out between good and evil. Guan Yanfei tried to protect his sister and had a dispute with Canglang. Guan Yanruo was injured by Canglang in the melee. Guan Yanfei also died under Canglang's knife while trying to save his sister. In the end, Yao Kun killed the wolf and ended the melee. Yao Kun returned to the capital with the treasure cassock. Looking back on what he saw and heard during the treasure hunt, he deeply felt that the Qing government could no longer save the country. And the Qing Empire that he worked hard for ended its 268-year rule in depression... No so-called "divine power" can withstand the rolling tide of history.

Source: https://movie.douban.com/subject/20427158/

Link: N/A

[galionne-diging]

MummyAru Digimon AUs: A Non-Exhaustive List

Alrighty, here's a little list of the AUs I've either written bits and pieces for at some point, think about regularly or am working on right now. Tho I keep adding more so there will probably be some extras in the future-

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Title: Ghost Cycle

Genre(s): Adventure, Romance

Summary: Mummymon and Arukenimon are reborn in the Ghost Game Universe, with no memories of their previous lives as Oikawa’s underlings. Following different paths of life Mummymon becomes a doctor and Arukenimon an explorer (no she’s not the unhinged one we see in episode 21), both having no idea the other exists- until the pair find themselves in the Human World at the same time. Suffering from simultaneous visions and an overpowering sense of déjà-vu, they decide to work together to find out more about their previous lives- and why they had to come to an end.

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Title: Digimon Adventure 03

Genre(s): Adventure, Friendship, Mystery

Summary: A few months have passed since the events of New Year’s Eve 2002. The second set of Chosen Children finally returns to the Digital World- only to find a new threat looming over them! Thankfully they’re not alone, as a trio of Digimon make their appearance to help them along the way. But who really are Dokugumon, Bakemon and Ajatarmon- and why do they feel so familiar? (Pretty much a “Season 2” to Adventure 02 where the Chosen deal with a new threat, with a subplot revolving around Mummymon & Arukenimon learning about who they used to be and how they came to be)

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Title: Savestate Refresh

Genre(s): Friendship

Summary: After being killed by BelialVamdemon, Mummymon and Arukenimon are brought back to life by the Digital World- at the cost of their data and biological makeup being altered to allow their rebirth. Mummymon’s human DNA is completely purged from his body to make him a regular Digimon, whereas Arukenimon loses all her data and is left as a normal human.

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Title: Adventures of Archie & Mumi

Genre(s): Adventure, Comedy

Summary: Digimon Adventure 02 but everyone is gender-swapped, including our favorite Spider/Mummy duo.

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Title: The Family Gathering

Genre(s): Absurd comedy

Summary: “You’re wifeless, swagless, left-handed, 3D, what’s wrong with you?!” (A.k.a all of the canon & oc Arukenimon and Mummymon meet-up, somehow ; X-Evolution gets bullied for being 3D, Aru hugs everyone, Lotus trauma dumps and Festa horrifies the world by existing) (AU created in collaboration with GrimsDeadB0nes)

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Title: The Destruction Chapter

Genre(s): Angst, Drama

Summary: Arukenimon and Mummymon have returned among the living, but Vamdemon and Yukio Oikawa’s treason have left them with scars ; too many to count. Arukenimon seems the most affected- making the snap decision to do ‘better’ than those who used her. She is going to destroy the Digital World, whatever it takes. Even if she has to die with it. And even if the Arukenimon he fell in love with is long gone, how could Mummymon ever give up on her?

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Title: Hathor's Blessing

Genre(s): LGBTQ+, Friendship

Summary: She had never thought much of it at first. It was just a few glances, a few prolonged looks she caught here and there. An eye that stared just a little too long at her makeup set ; hands that held her dress just a little too firmly when they did laundry... But then came the question.. "Arukenimon… Have you ever felt like you were meant to be someone else…?"

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Title: Bond of Blood

Genre(s): Horny

Summary: Following a sudden and brutal accident, Arukenimon’s data is heavily damaged and begins to deteriorate rapidly. In order to stop this process and help her recover, Jyou Kido determines that she needs to intake new data to repair her system. Unfortunately, pure data seems to conflict with her own and regular human DNA simply won’t do the trick. The only solution is for her to intake a mixture of both- and there is only one other person who can provide her with it. (a.k.a a Vampire AU with no actual vampires)

[ilovethetalkingclock]

The Night Off

GENRE: Horror

CHARACTER: Kevin (Spooky Month)

TW: Blood, past head injury

SUMMARY: It's Kevin's night off, and he has plans. The same plan for every night off...

This is a shorty, apologies! I intend this as a oneshot but maybe I might do more with this AU concept thingy whatever-

Kevin would usually be at the Candy Club right about now. During the week, it would normally be one of his shifts. He knew this.

But right now he was at home

He was taking the night off.

He had to.

It was rare, but there was also an… occasional feel about it.

Right now he was finishing up with locking the back door.

“Alright, the front and back doors are locked well…”

Internally, Kevin showed extreme relief. He still remembered the last time those doors weren't locked or even shut tight.

Well, most of that last time, anyway.

He went on to his couch to check if anything was good on the television.

“No… no… hmm…”

Ultimately he just put on the news.

Nothing really that he hadn’t known about.

It just went on as he scrolled through his phone.

Kevin kinda spaced off for a while as he laid.

In fact, he was just about to doze off before he checked the time.

6:35 PM

“Fuck, already?!”

He got up and went to his kitchen, first getting a broom and dustpan next to a counter, and then from under the sink, large trash bags. 

Then he went to the basement entrance where he set the plethora aside the wall.

Next to the door was his calendar. 

He already began to cross off the current day. A certain symbol on the date, a mere little white circle, made him cringe just a little bit, but not as much as the first days this occurred.

The door was heavy and very metallic, but he had experience with opening and closing it.

Kevin entered as he slammed it behind him. 

“Wheew… hmm..”

The disgruntled young man looked at what was at the end of the door he faced, and reacted with rising concern.

At least one of the four locks Kevin was managing was busted, another seemed to be ready to meet the same fate.

He’d have to get new ones after payday… whenever that was.

Similarly, compared to the older ones, the newer claw marks were looking deeper. That large dent didn’t make anything better.

“How much longer can this door hold?!”

Kevin felt himself penting up.

“Whatever, I'll… remedy it somehow.”

Regardless, he would just open the door, get out, wash up, and start the day like normal the next morning.

Carefully, he walked downstairs into the basement’s floors.

Cold, hard, yet clean mostly.. The only other things down there were a minifridge right around the end of the stairwell, a ‘bed’ of a couple blankets in a corner, and a chain post that with a busted leash proved inefficient.

He was quick to walk to the fridge and pull out a piece of fresh, bloodied, raw venison.

Leaving it on the floor, he walked to the blankets and lied down once again, checking the time.

6:58 PM

Kevin had considered… heh… maybe on the next night like this he could go to work just to give those two kids a scare as payb- wait. No. No.

He knew they wouldn’t be scared of him. And regardless, exasperated by their antics he may have been, the last thing he would want to do was to kill them.

Even though it would occasionally get easier to manage and somewhat better than work, Kevin wasn’t that fond of his nights off.

It didn’t help that when his anger heightened, particularly when those shenanigans happened at work… he just felt it manifest regardless of time. 

He was just glad during the both times those two kids were there to hear his snarling, they were too oblivious to notice it.

Otherwise, he barely remembered the rest of the nights off, this one to be included. 

It was mainly just heightened emotions, black and red within his visions, and heightened hearing and senses. 

Other than that, nothing.

Last month, he awoke right next to the door with his head pounding, as if it hit something hard. That was when he saw the dent.

He had no idea what would happen if he would escape during a future night off, though. And even now, he was scared to imagine.

Finally, he felt it start.

The venison in front both out and in the fridge, the dust on the walls, the trash outside… He could smell everything within and out.

Soft buzzing… the next door house… crickets… he could now hear it all.

And then the worst part.

A deep ache within his back…

Then it circled through his face…

His legs…

His arms…

That was when his mind was beginning to crumble.

It was time for him to rest.

And for the wolf to wake up.

[superectojazzmage]

Thinking about doing a BioShock replay so getting this old essay/observation thing I had in my drafts for awhile and actually making it, but something I’ve kinda realized is that the reason (or maybe just one reason) that BioShock Infinite isn’t as fantastic and well-constructed compared to the iconic original (or even 2) and has had people souring on it a lot in the years after it’s release is that it forgets the real core that BioShock was built around.

Namely that what BioShock is really about is video games themselves as a medium. BioShock is a story about video gaming, a meta exploration of video games and their gameplay, narratives, and developments. The world of Rapture is carefully constructed entirely around this idea.

Rapture is a small, isolated, contained location where people are free to do whatever they want within the confines of the “system”, just like the world of any video game. A playground where people can be whatever they want to be and do whatever they want to do without fear of consequences, even things that would be regarded as evil in a normal world.

Things like plasmids and vita-chambers and Adam and Eve are all video game mechanics taken to their logical conclusion — upgrades/spells you have to genetically modify yourself into a monster to use, checkpoints that literally stitch your mutilated body back together when you come close to death so you can keep “playing”, experience points that are an actual physical substance you need to acquire to become stronger, power-ups and health pickups that are literally just addictive drugs in hypodermic needles.

And, of course, the famous “would you kindly” twist and everything involving Atlas/Fontaine and the way you can do things/use items that all the NPCs and enemies can’t is all one big warp on the idea of player characters and how players behave in video games. Your character is basically a human robot, a living weapon bred and altered and programmed from birth to be able to be like that.

You can use checkpoints and do all these freakish upgrades to your body because you’re built to be able to. You do everything the objective marker/weirdo over the radio tells you to is because that’s what you usually do in video games you’re programmed to do it, and it’s engrained so thoroughly in you that even after the spell is ostensibly broken, you just instinctively default to following a different voice’s orders. And the splicers, those dumb enemies you’re fighting? Previous players of the “game” who got in too deep and now stalk the maps, killing everything in sight and obsessively hunting for more experience points and unlockables.

The characters of Rapture, the people who built it, are twisted parodies of game developers. A controlling, hypocritical, and narcissistic auteur director, Andrew Ryan, who doesn’t believe in anything except himself and his “vision”. The pretentious prima-donna artists and writers like Sander Cohen who pour their neuroses into the work and on their coworkers. Character designers represented with a crazed surgeon, Steinman, who views people like paintings. An environmental designer, Langford, so obsessed with getting every detail right and perfecting the trees that she doesn’t notice or care about the office around her burning. Uncaring, abusive managers and producers like Suchong who don’t care what they have to do to get the project done. Cutthroat meddling executives like Fontaine who slip into the artistic world and play it for their own ends. And all around them, hapless programmers and play-testers and interns responsible for the actual nuts and bolts that make the game function suffering under the crunch or being discarded at a moment’s notice when they’re “outmoded” or try to unionize.

The central point of BioShock at its core, is to deconstruct and examine the nature of the medium and genres of video games. It is an exploration of what a world would have to be in order to function like a video game world does, it’s setting carefully constructed around this idea, and the answer is… a horror story. It’s a tale that can only really be told as a video game, because it is so inextricably linked to that medium of storytelling.

Infinite doesn’t have ANY of that.

There’s no consideration for the artform and construction of video games, no commentary on gaming culture and ideas. The worldbuilding has no central theme beyond whatever theme was in Ken Levine’ head at the moment, hence why the game cycles through God knows how many ideas without doing justice to any of them and has a completely nonsensical setting and overall plot that looks superficially smart but falls apart at a moment’s examination. The characters don’t map to anything. The gameplay doesn’t map to anything, and in fact is usually completely incongruous with the setting and story. The only thing that maybe could be seen as a twist on the gaming medium is the multiverse plot point/lighthouse scene possibly reflecting on the idea of sequels, but even then it’s so half-formed that I can’t even really discern what point they’re trying to make.

You mindlessly slaughter thousands of people to get to the next cutscene where your characters suddenly become actual thinking humans again and start responding to death realistically. You down drinkable plasmids that are barely even tangentially acknowledged by the narrative.

Compare how intensely interwoven things like plasmids and vita-chambers are with the story and worldbuilding of OG BioShock with how vestigial and barely acknowledged similar things are in Infinite. Compare the complexity and nuance of OG BioShock’s setting and characters with the cartoonish stereotypes and simplicity of Infinite’s entire cast except maybe Booker and Elizabeth themselves. Infinite can barely pick a single thesis to discuss, let alone grapple with its nature as a video game. If BioShock 1 and 2 are a story that could only be told in video game form, Infinite is like a book or movie shaped peg that Ken Levine is smashing into a video game hole.

I don’t know where I’m going with this other then making this observation but yeah. I am curious if Levine will have learned the lesson with his upcoming not-BioShock game Judas, or if it’s going to be the same pretentious bundle of incoherently jammed together ideas that Infinite was.

[musicalsiphonophore]

introduction and tag system

Be gone with ye if your blog is nsfw, gore, or anything like that. I do not want to see it. I will not reblog anything like that. However, I might make references to sex / violence, and I do swear a lot, so if that bothers you probably best not follow.

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I welcome asks and tags!

Things I talk about:

Biology, especially marine biology and cladistics (I don’t know what I’m talking about with biology but i sure as hell will talk about it) (my favourite thing is when those better informed than I are explaining biology things and answering my questions so tell me all your biology facts 😌) (tag #biology)

Fluting and music stuff (tag #music)

Scavengers reign (tag #scavengers reign)

Annihilation, the book not the film (tag #annihilation)

Amusing and cute animal videos and photos (tag #cute creatures)

Umbrella academy, but on my side blog @its-raining-brellies, but s4 killed it for me so I’m very inactive over there

Updates on whatever book I’ve read lately (tag #reading update)

Stuff about school is tagged #schoolposting or #siph studies

Famous memes or heritage posts or meta about tumblr is tagged #tumblr lore

Similar stuff for other sites is tagged #[site] lore

Maths is literally tagged #maths

Tag games are #tag game

General wisdoms are tagged #advice

Wolf 359, as in the podcast, is #wolf 359

Original posts are tagged #siph speaks

If you need me to tag anything else, send me an ask.

This is like my 4th attempt at implementing a tagging system 😭

My favourite things below the cut

Current obsession(s): killing eve, statistics Other interests: taxonomy, flute, hunger games, siphonophores, biology, maths, all the stuff in the tags Musical genres I like: Literally everything? 30% indie, 20% rock, 30% classical, and 20% pop/rap/metal/other stuff Favourite colour(s): orange Favourite book(s): ANNIHILATIONNNNN BY JEFF VANDERMEER!! also the unexpected truth about animals by lucy cooke. and neverwhere by neil gaiman. Favourite season: spring!! Favourite film(s): how to train your dragon, everything everywhere all at once Favorite series: killing eve, scavengers reign

[moonchild-in-blue]

6 + 19 for the song asks! Hope you're having a peaceful day

Hello anon! Thank you for stopping by ☺️

6 - makes me feel like i could kill god

Hummmm, not that I'd ever want to but! This song makes me feel like a sexy powerful murderer, which is ironic given it talks about the fall of Adam and Eve and lust and whatever else lmao

19 - is from my favorite genre

Listen. I consider myself to be very much polyjamorous nowadays. That being said, my main genres for a long time were metalcore/nu-metal/whatever falls under that umbrella, and they still hold a huge place in my playlists so!!!