#why? dont ask questions. just look at him

[sugarydani]

hear me out, spencer comforts paranoid reader!!! RAAUAHAHAH, like, imagine a case where the unsub makes the reader uncomfortable and it just sticks to reader and they call spencer and spenver is all like "you okay? i'm on my way, i dont care if i have paperwork to do, you're my priority." and stuff liek that HEUEHEUEHDH 😛😛

PRIORITIES — /S.REID/

SUMMARY: after returning home from a disturbing case, and from a creepy unsub, you can't help but be paranoid. You call your boyfriend to find comfort.

spencer x fem!bau!reader ⸝⸝ fluff ⸝⸝ co-workers to lovers

WARNINGS: Creepy unsub, mentions of explicit photos of the unsub's victims, mentions of death, short fic

WC: 720+

You and the team recently landed, coming from a disturbing case, in which you had to interview the UnSub and ask where he was holding his victims captive.

The UnSub kept complimenting you in weird ways and kept telling you how good you smelt or how pretty you were and that you were too pretty to be in the FBI. This of course gives you the creeps, but as soon as Garcia's findings led you to the place where the victims were held captive, you immediately left the interviewing room and head over to the scene.

The scene was horrible, three teenage girls, one was dead, all dirty from the mud, blood stains all over their clothes and they were crying. Fresh tears poured from their eyes as they realized they have been saved. But what bothered you the most is the explicit pictures that the UnSub took of them.

They were just pinned on one side of the wall, but it all covered the wall behind, you couldn't count how many victims there were before them.

But now, here you are, in your apartment, standing near your bed. You were sent home by Hotch since he noticed that you were disturbed by the case.

You can't help but feel uncomfortable, and suddenly you were hyper-aware of everything. The sound of the wind tapping against your window makes you uncomfortable. Which makes you decide to call your boyfriend, Spencer.

You reach for your phone to dial his number, you then place your phone on your ear. It took a few seconds before you heard the faniliar voice. "Hello?"

"Spence, oh thank god." You sigh in relief as you plop down on your bed.

Spencer, now questioning why you called him, asks, "You.. okay? You sounded relieved when I picked up."

You chuckle in response, "Yeah, uhm, I'm just paranoid or delusional. Maybe both." Spencer could hear your smile in your voice, which also makes him smile.

"Why?" He inquires.

"Recent case just disturbed me. That's all."

Spencer paused for a few moments before speaking up again, "Do you want me to come over?"

"What? No, I just needed to hear your voice. Besides, don't you have paperwork?" You say as you sat up on your bed.

"Paperwork can wait, you're my priority." He states, the sound of his voice, and the way he said it made the butterflies in your stomach go wild.

Before you could say anything, he interrupts, "I'm on my way."

"Wait." You say too quickly before pausing and taking a deep breath. "Don't hang up. Please.."

"I wasn't going to." You could hear him chuckle through the phone, which makes you smile again.

A few minutes of small talk through the phone goes by, before you hear a knock on your apartment door. "I'm here." He says before hanging up, you then get on your feet quickly and walk to the door to open it, to reveal Spencer, who is holding a small paper bag of your favorite sweets.

"Hey, where'd you get these?" You smile as he gives you the bag before welcoming himself inside.

"I have a stash of it in the drawer of my desk." He pursed his lips as you mutter an 'I see'

"D'you wanna watch something or..?" Spencer looks at you as he pushes up the sleeves of his shirt.

"I.. I just wanna rest, is that okay with you?" You say as you set the small paper bag of sweets on the kitchen counter. He nods in response, before giving you a kiss on the forehead.

He lets you guide him to your bedroom, you climb on your bed with him, he adjusts his position to look at you before he stretches one arm out to you, inviting you to a cuddle, which you accept.

Your arms slithered around his torso as one of his arms were around your neck to support you while the other one was around your waist, both of your legs tangled.

"I love you." He whispers to you before giving another kiss on your forehead.

You whisper back an "I love you too" before closing your eyes. You let go of all your troubles and focus on the warmth between you two, and eventually the tiredness would catch up to Spencer and he eventually falls into a slumber.

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[bonniesbluee]

dilf!art x stripper!reader pt1 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

the first time he saw you he was hooked.

patrick had dragged him to a club after his retirement and divorce with tashi. he was hesitant on going, but he had been rotting in his house, alone. you were basically naked. thong not covering your ass at all, your top piece couldnt even contain your breasts either. your face had glittery make up that make you shine.

but what specially caught his eye was the man you were ontop of. he was ugly. ugly and he could tell he wasn't going to give you good money in exchange of your dance.

he turned to look at patrick but he was already getting danced on by another girl. he sighed, walking towards you. he was nervous, he didnt want to seem like a pervert, even tho he was going to basically give u money for a dance. he gently tapped your shoulder, gulping as your turned around to face him.

you had to tilt your head slightly to look up at him. you were surprised, very. he was tall, broad shoulders, neat button up, a gentle smile on his face. and the most important of all, he looked like he had alot of money. you smiled back, "yes? how can i help you with?" you said in the voice you use with all your costumers. except now your voice was sweeter. he was handsome and looked like he had money? yeah. he was your costumer. you

"i-i um-" he sighs, slightly embarrassed at his stuttering. "how much for a dance?" he mumbles, and you giggle. "that depends, clothes on or clothes off?"

his eyes widen slightly, he looks back at patrick and that's when he realizes the girl ontop of him is naked except for a thong. "oh um," he responds before taking out $400. "clothes on."

your eyes widen slightly, "it's usually only $200 i dont need-" "take it," he insists, softly grabbing your hand and placing the 4 hundred bills in it. you looked so beautiful in the lighting. too beautiful for a place like this.

"okay then, if you insist." you smile softly, grabbing his wrist and pulling him to one of the room where private sessions happen, "sit down." you press your hands on his chest, pushing down on the couch.

"so," you hummed as you straddled him. "what you work on?" you tilt your head to the side, grinding on him softly, hair falling to the side to reveal your neck.

his chest faltered slightly, you were so pretty, in such a horrible place. he could easily 'save you'. get you in his house, spoil you, treat you like you deserve. "i-im a retired tennis player." he mumbles, your eyes widen slightly as you realize. "no wayyy, you're Art Donaldson?" you giggle, smiling even more as you feel his hands shyly touch your thighs.

"yeah. in the flesh," he chuckles, gently caressing your thighs. "whatcha doing in a place like this, Mrs. Donaldson?" you tease. and god, he wishes he had the balls to ask you the same question. "me and my wife got divorced a few months ago, my friend thought going out would be good for me."

"divorced, huh?" you gently rubbed your chest against him before getting off him. "well, since you paid such a generous tip, i dont mind breaking a few rules for you." you winked, slipping your thong down to your knees.

he wanted to stop you, but he wanted it. plus, he could be one step closer to convince you go to his house. not for sex, but for you to experience how to be truly taken care of.

you pressed you ass against his groin, grinning as you arched your back and grinding against him at a measured pace. his hands gently grasped your hips, after a few seconds he stops you. "d-do you want to go back to my place?" he mumbles.

he can already imagine you, sleeping in his shirt, getting held in his arms as you sleep peacefully in his big bed. away from the men in here, away from all the perverts that want to put their hands on you. he doesn't know why he feels a big sense of protection over you, he just does.

"um what?" you laugh nervously, turning to look at him with raised eyebrows. ah, right. "ill give u another $500 dollars if you go to my place." he frowns very slightly. "1k. if you go to my house."

after a few seconds of thinking about it you nod. "yeah, yeah sure."

he lets out a sigh of relief as he stands up, even tho he knows you're mostly doing it for the money. his hand wraps around your waist and he pulls the thong back up. "ill see you outside, yeah?" you nod. gulping as his big strong hands give your thighs a little squeeze.

he walks out, and you're left standing alone with a tinge of nervousness and also a tinge of excitement. biting your bottom lip, you scatter out of the room to your locker to change.

[oopsiedaisydeer]

Hey inez! So i have a request about hallway!Chris. So i don't know if you fw this idea, but maybe one of chris's friends wanting to date/ask y/n to prom and asking chris to help him by getting closer to reader and find out what she likes (flowers, colours etc). This leads to reader feeling false hopes bc she thinks chris is actually interested in her and when she finds out she feels bad and sad.

Im a sucker for angsty fics, sorry if you dont like the idea :)

ꜰᴀʟꜱᴇ ʜᴏᴘᴇꜱ

It starts the way most crushes do... so quietly you almost don’t notice it at first.

You just happen to share two classes with Chris. He sits a few rows ahead in English, always slouched in his seat, hoodie bunched at the back of his neck, scribbling half-finished notes in the margins of his worksheet. Sometimes he drums his fingers against the desk without meaning to. A small, mindless rhythm you find yourself memorising.

You time your walks between periods just a little too carefully. You slow down by the vending machines, pretending you’re still deciding between pretzels or chocolate, but really you’re just hoping he’ll show up.

Sometimes he does. Sometimes he catches you looking and smiles. This shy, lopsided thing, like he doesn’t even realise he’s doing it, and it leaves you dazed for the rest of the day.

You tell your friends it’s not serious. "It’s just a dumb crush. He probably doesn’t even know my name," you say, laughing it off, even though you can feel the way your heart kicks up whenever you catch a glimpse of him in the hallway.

Chris doesn’t notice you really. Not like you notice him. But you’re kind to him. You always are. And you laugh at his jokes even when he doesn’t think they’re funny, and maybe that’s what makes him assume you're just being nice.

Maybe that’s why, when one of his friends nudges him at lunch and says, "Hey, you have English with her, right?"

"Yeah, why?" Chris says, half-distracted.

"She’s cute. Think you could help me out? Find out what flowers she likes, her favorite colour, that kinda thing?"

Chris agrees without really thinking about it. It’s simple. Just a favor. And it gives him an excuse to talk to you more, which he tells himself isn't the worst thing in the world. You're cool.

It’s harmless. Sweet. Chris likes harmless things.

The first time he tries, it’s awkward. He leans against the lockers after class, pretending like it’s nothing, like he just happens to be there.

"Hey, random question — what's your favorite colour?"

He says it so casually you almost believe it’s innocent. You laugh, a little flustered, and tell him. He grins, that bright, easy grin you’re already starting to adore, and you can’t help but ask him the same thing back. He tells you it’s orange. You file it away like it’s something sacred.

After that, it gets easier. He starts walking with you to your next class sometimes, joking about the terrible cafeteria food or complaining about your math teacher’s impossible pop quizzes.

You find yourself telling him things you didn’t mean to. How your favourite flowers are your favourites because they remind you of your mum’s garden, how you hate slow walkers more than anything, how you once broke your arm falling off a bike because you were too scared to use the brakes.

Chris listens to you. Looks at you while you talk, making you think he's really listening, paying attention like every word is important. It makes you feel like maybe you’re someone worth paying attention to. Like, maybe, just maybe, it wasn't a dumb crush after all.

So you let yourself believe it's not stupid, and you pay attentiont to him in return. You tell yourself, if nothing else, that maybe you've found a good friend in Chris.

Sometimes you notice the little things without asking. How he always chews the end of his pen when he's thinking. How he hums quietly under his breath when he's happy. What his dog's name is. How he sneezes, what his lockscreen is, how much he loves his friends.

And so you start to believe. Maybe he’s not just asking about your favourite flowers randomly. Maybe he’s asking because he wants to know. Because he cares. Because he likes you, the way you like him.

So you start imagining it. Hoping and wishing for it. The way he might ask you to prom, shy and smiling, holding a bouquet of your favourite flowers behind his back. Eyes full of hope.

The way he might hold your hand when you say yes. The way it would feel to finally be chosen.

You don’t see it coming, the way hope sharpens into heartbreak.

It happens fast. You’re lingering by the gym doors after school, just close enough to overhear when Chris’s friend claps him on the back and says, laughing, "Thanks for doing recon, bro. Now I know exactly what to get her for prom."

You stop mid-step. Something inside you flickers and then goes out.

Chris looks up and sees you. And for a split second, something like regret crosses his face.

He opens his mouth, maybe to call after you, to explain, to say something, anything. But you’re already turning away, blinking fast and breathing hard and telling yourself not to cry in the middle of the stupid hallway.

You don’t hate him. You hate yourself, a little, for believing. For hoping. For thinking you could be the exception to the rule.

You walk away, pretending it doesn’t hurt, even though it feels like your heart is unraveling thread by thread.

hallwaycrush!au taglist: @courta13 @snoopychris @sweetshuga @st7rnioioss @throatgoat4u @sheluvsthesturniolos @sturnslutz @chrislova @chrisslut04 @mi-co-uk

a/n: tysm for this request anon,, i hope u liked it!!!!! lmk if u want a part 2 or sumn :>> there is no canon with hallwaycrush!chris,, so you can request anything you'd like with him (pls request stuff jsdfbhsj) !!!

@bernardsbendystraws for the dividers <3

[harukyuu2]

+:ꔫ:﹤ O-one more time! - Mogari Shishikuno﹥:ꔫ:+ﾟ

!! - First kisses with this boyy <3, small scenario, gn reader, i love him, pls dont take it as suggestive (didnt mean to write it like that😭), silly guy discovers kisses and becomes obsessed

ꔫ - After another succeeding mission with the club, you decided to spend the night in the haunted apartment of Mogari. Why? Because he hurted himself fighting the ghost and he might have dramatized it a little so you would worry for him and in fact, take care of him in the night! (Stupid plan recommended by Zaki, probably inspired in a romantic novel.)

With the dinner ready, the conversation never stopped. Between laughs and the distance closing for itself between you two, you ended up feeding the injured boy. His head on your lap as you bringed bites of the food into his mouth, he opened it eagerly and always made the "aah" sound for you, he teased you once or two with the possibility of bitting you— but he wouldnt, he couldnt hurt you.

"Mogari! Stop it!" - You drawl with a whine when his fangs brushed against your fingers, they were pretty sharp in reality!

He leaved a laugh, that stupid grin never leaving his face "Alright, alright! Dont get mad! I like this..." - He murmured the last part.

Did the other members knew that it become something normal between you two that you feed him while he rest his head on your lap? ...Probably not. But did they knew that Mogari was ten times clingier with you and was always looking around to find you? Yeah— they are tired that he doesnt confess.

It was weird of him, well— he was weird already for lots of people, but its actually weird seeing him so...soft more than his usual goofy side. Mogari hummed, his lips staying more than necessary on your fingers as you landed another bite. A silence formed between you two, even if it was comfortable— it was unusual for Mogari to just shut up around you, what was he thinking of?

"Its weird of you to stay silent, could it be that someone isnt enjoying the food?" - You jokingly said, for a split second you saw him a little serious, but keeping that softness before he leaves a snort— not a complete laugh.

"You should kill me if one day i dont enjoy your food!" - He simply responds, evading your gaze once again, even his answers were too short.

Your mouth opened slightly in surprise. You had already told yourself a dozen times that this was weird— Mogari never stayed this calm, or this silent, or looked like he was deep in thought.

You were about to ask him what was wrong, but your gaze connected with his, and he was quicker to speak without thinking—almost as if he was going to say something else but accidentally blurted out something different.

"I love you." - Mogari says breaking the silence, surprising even himself since you noticed how his eyes widened with yours.

At your shocked silence, Mogari thought he fucked up and made you uncomfortable— well, of course! How could you feel the same when his moves were always doing stupid shit around you? From what Eugene told him, people usually try to flirt— but he's really bad on that. He sitted on the bed quickly, almost hitting your head with his as he rubbed his neck nervously, he felt exposed.

"Ah-! Sorry, you know how i am! Ha, ha...! i was joking, trying something i saw on internet— i feel good! i mean, why i wouldnt i—" - You inturrupted his nonsense blurt pressing a soft kiss into his lips, he wouldnt stop talking if you didnt do that.

It was soft, clumsy— at first he freezed not knowing how to correspond, until Mogari just melted against you. Time passed more slowly, it felt like a fever dream— how did you two even manage to do this so quickly? Seconds ago, kissing looked like something far from now, but here you are, kissing the dummy boy you like. Neither of you questioned the quick way you two got to kiss, that small confession— a wrong move coming from a nervous Mogari, gived him this lovely consequence of getting a kiss, in his silent bedroom...He hopes its not a dream.

Mogari didnt give you much space every time your lips separated; he stayed just a breath away from yours, only to quickly dive back after murmuring a soft "One more time" not even giving you the chance to answer. He loved it. He had never had a girlfriend before— kisses were something completely new to him, and they were delicious... addictive, even. He wanted to learn; he was eager to keep kissing you— trying to figure out whether you preferred quicker kisses or slower ones, deep or soft ones. Honestly, by now, he thought he liked every kind of kiss... as long as they were with you.

Mogari continued it eagerly, totally forgetting his act of being badly injured, his bandaged arms coming to pin you against the mattress without a bad intention. Once he separated, totally out of breath, you leaved a laugh at his half-lidded gaze

"Werent you injured loverboy?" - You ask with a teasing expression, your eyebrow questioning his false act even if your cheeks were just as red as his.

Mogari blinked surprised, seeing his bandaged arm for a moment before grinning at you for getting caught in his stupid act. He leaned down to brush his nose against you, an eskimo kiss. "Well, dont people say kisses are magical and heal everything? I guess thats what happened!" - He jokingly said, but you could notice how soft he got compared to his usual energetic side He sighed, and a small silence passed between the two of you once again before he looked at you intently, his eyes shining in the darkness.

Murmuring into the calmness of the night, as if it were a secret meant for you and only you, one of his hands came up to cup your cheek, already guiding you slowly toward his lips.

"Can we kiss one more time...?"

[goatgoesmbe]

Hijab question! Do you have to wear hijab around your house? And like i know youre supposed to cover your hair if guys are around so does that include dad, brothers, son, etc? (I read the gaz thing where you mention not knowing he was over for tea cus he bestied up your dad and it was his first look he was looking and i was like oh that would be scary if you weren’t veiled either cus you just didnt know your dad had him over lol)

No i dont have to :3c

So.. places in general, from what i taught by my professor- split to two: private and public

For public places, you have to cover- except youre sure noone else would enter that place

For private places, (ur home, ur car, etc) u dont have to- and if someone elses walked in and saw you- neither of you sinned, but they have to get away asap. Also, they have to explicitly ask for permission to enter anyone's private places.. (..ehehe): An-Nur: 27. There's also a verse about anyone who peeked into anyone private places- it's ok to stab them in the eyes until they're blind :) (Shahih Bukhari: 6393)

For kids and mahram are alright. Kids don't sin, nor that it's mandatory for them to follow any ruling. (Warning: there's a fake verse going around about parents bearing their children's sins before puberty. They don't)

That doesn't mean it's ok to be nude around them lol (except for emergency, medical reason, etc). You have to cover from below belly button to above your knees (again, scholar opinion varies, but mostly agreed to this)

By kids, in Islam it means anyone who hasn't hit puberty. Or if they never hit puberty- then the age would be after 17 (Syafii Mahzab anyway, it differs)

By mahram, it means anyone who's blood related/related by marriage:

Brothers, dads, etc are ok 👍

uncles and aunts from both side are ok 👍

Spouses of said uncle/aunt aren't ok (coz not blood related/marriage related to you) 👎

Grandparents and above are ok 👍

Parents in law are ok 👍

but siblings in law aren't 👎

Parents' in law's siblings aren't ok 👎

Your children/grandchildren/etc and their spouses are ok 👍

Your children in laws and above aren't 👎

Cousins, no 👎 (thats why some people married their cousin)

There's also a thing about being related by breastmilk✨. So if a baby below 2 years old, drinks your mom's milk continuously until they're full- or some scholars said 5 times minimum- that baby became your mahram. You can't marry them even when they're not blood related- and you can unveil yea

*mahram by marriage privilege would be taken away after divorce

I think this might get confusing 💀 ill come back with a graph later (its 2 am)

A/n: that fic is inspired by my dad AND mom who never informed me if there are guests in the house. Idk the ruling, but im sure it's very reccomended for them to tell me first GDI. Rn, I'm used to it and just rolled my eyes before putting on hijab- usually it's the men who accidentally saw me who were panicking (one time, he screamed and ran.. like ok)

[cloudysfluffs]

tickling your human host is SO unfair

(ns//fw and/or fetish blogs please dni🙏🙏)

[just-null]

Thinking….. thinking of yandere noritoshi

me too....

Noritoshi is suspicious of you at the worst of times. The same faint crease on his brow always appears when he's trying to hide being bothered by something.

This time? Because you've been focusing on your phone rather than him for a little bit too long...... He trusts you, of course he does! its just, he doesn't trust others. What if you end up talking with somebody for too long and they try whisking you away?

Obviously it's most likely nothing and you're enjoying your time doing who knows what on the phone that he's not allowed to check because you told him he couldn't no matter how many times he asked. Noritoshi still stares at your phone intensely when its sitting somewhere, itching to take a quick peek.. it'll be harmless, you don't even have to know!

Yet, his mind wanders to the possibility of getting caught. He'd rather spear arrows through his palm than be gazed at with disapproval by you. Its only natural to have privacy, he tells himself. So, begrudgingly, Noritoshi obeys and watches you on the stupid little phone.

The phone that contains a lot of mindless entertainment and important files. The same phone that holds a lot of personal information you keep to yourself. The same damn phone he's been itching to get his hands on ever since you began smiling at the device.

Why aren't you showing him what's so funny? Oh, right, because he could care less. All he cares about is that your attention is off of him and onto something else that could easily lead you to interact with someone else. It becomes too much and he acts emotionally, tilting the phone down and confronting you. It's not an accusation, just a question. Tell him he's wrong, he's almost begging you to tell him he's wrong. He just wants your attention again, so forgive him if he acts irrational. He'll make up for it, he promises.

Though, if you're alright with Noritoshi looking through your phone, his looming shadow over your shoulder will be a common occurrence every time you turn on your device. He might as well stop using his own with how much he likes holding onto yours. It's just to help you carry your things, of course. He's so gentlemanly isn't he? Go on, praise him!

[luck-of-the-drawings]

"I think this is the most inhuman; and human, that I've ever felt.." MUCH CAN HAPPEN IN A YEAR. IN FIVE YEARS. A DECADE. imagine how much can happen in a century. just ONE (1). How will you grow? what phases do you find? even in 5 years, you will find patterns.

[bluupity]

Currently reading Ao Ashi for the first time. 100+ chapters in with no hint of stopping the binge and I can officially say that this is in my personal top 3 favorites in sports manga, alongside Eyeshield 21 and Baby Steps. It's got great art, thorough character development + interesting characters, and engaging matches that really gets you pumped!!!

[microwavetoaster-selfships]

Yes but one of the grand things about having Finn cook for me is that I don't have to suppress my autistic need to know every little ingredient inside of a food or dish because I can just endlessly ask him the question every five minutes or as needed.

[mcybree]

Ok ok ok I'm not Tryna start discourse but bluestars prophecy was my first ever warriors book and bluestar will always be my favourite so I'm gonna make some counterpoints to you about her being a Smajor character

bluestar has always been led by an intense loyalty and dedication to those she loves and cares for - this includes her mum, her sister, her clan, eventually Firepaw when he joins the clan, and she has a VERY strong moral compass when it comes to doing the right thing - when she sees thistleclaw teaching tigerpaw to hurt a then baby scourge she very much discourages it and is against it

Afaik scott is Not like that, he doesn't have an emotional or love-driven moral code, he does things because they're smart decisions in the long term or because he wants to. Granted I havent seen a ton of his stuff but I have seen his limited life and 3rd life perspectives and he is very much a singular team player there, there to look after himself and well if people align with him that's great he's got allies (jimmy and Martyn) but he won't go out of his way to care for them

Bluestars defiance of starclan in the first series is BECAUSE she gave herself to them and what the warrior code demanded so much - yes she broke clan rules by having kids with crookedstar but she did everything in her power to make sure they'd have a happy life and felt terrible that thrushpelt was willing to say they were his to save her reputation. She didn't do it out of a selfish want, she only ever wanted to help her clan and those she loved, and her becoming clan leader is emblematic of that want. When she rejects starclan so wholeheartedly in the first series it's because THINGS KEEP GOING WRONG WHEN SHES TRIED SO HARD TO STOP THEM FROM DOING THAT - starclan has never cared about the sacrifices she made to keep her loved ones and clan safe, she lost her mother, her sister, her kits, her mate, literally everything, and things STILL KEEP GETTING WORSE. it's not a demand that she deserves to have everything good, it's a cry for help that shouldn't something go right after she's tried so hard???

C!Scott isn't like that. He puts himself above others and inherently believes he will get the best if he just plays his cards right, and he is good at it, he's very competent at lasting a long time in life series and getting what he wants - the ruthlessness of gem driven by desperation kills him in secret life, Martyn's complete fucking about face kills him in limited life, and I'm pretty sure it's etho who gets him out in 3rd life by luck. He doesn't plan to look after the ones he cares about, because he cares about himself first and foremost. Yeah you can argue when he doesn't get what he wants he gets annoyed, but his is less of a 'why don't I get this don't I deserve it' and more of a 'oh fuck this didn't work. Ok new plan double down on getting what I want by appeasing to people cos they're easy to read and therefore account for'

I don't doubt Scott would make a bluestar adjacent character if he made a warrior cats oc BUT his character would honestly be closer to darktail or ashfur than bluestar and that's that on that.

(sorry you activated 13 year old me's unskippable cutscene sjdjsjsjja this isnt meant to be a serious argument I just love bluestar a lot and love talking about her)

OKAY 1. this is fucking awesome thank you 2. i am going to do something new and exciting (advocate for scott instead of beating him to death with sticks) because unfortunately this bluestar info has only made me believe she is a smajor character even more.

As a general note when I talk about smajor characters as a collective here I’m referring to characters more in the realm of esmp/traffic/rats/pirates/etc, less vampire scott or necromancer scott who are intended to be villainous.

Scott characters tend to operate under a “If I am not a Good Person I may as well die” rule, and consequently abide by a strict moral code to keep themselves feeling clean. For instance: traffic Scott will never go back on his word, he will avoid dishonesty, and he won’t take from others unless he is sure that he can repay them. He will never betray his seasonal primary ally (even when they betray him first), and will often give people things just because they asked him nicely. He stakes a lot of his own identity on this, because it is through being a “good person” that he justifies his superiority (and, by extension, his own existence); in his mind he deserves the best and *is* the best because he is such a good person. When things don’t go his way, he thinks he doesn’t deserve it because he has been nothing but good, so he tries to place a reason. He often assumes that somebody must “have a vendetta” against him, even if this somebody is the world (see: him asking if limlife episode 1 boogeyman is some kind of joke played on him for not giving in to the boogey curse in Last Life.) which is very Bluestar to me, convinced that her misfortunes are a divine punishment.

This is all to say that Scott does have a strict moral code and deep sense of loyalty. Being a “good person” and devoted partner in the ways he understands it are so ingrained into what he is that I think he definitely has the capacity to be a Bluestar if he were raised being taught clan values, even if his internal systems are often built around never letting gross emotions be fully felt rather than what those emotions compel him to do.

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

I have such an important interview tomorrow and instead of trying to prepare, I'm obsessing over She Kills Monsters. Like a responsible person.

[muchmossymess]

I need to stop sleeping all day its giving me wild as fuck dreams

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

because im less breakable than you

[dizzybevvie]

boy how do you reblog such great things

been cultivating my dash for years. i also found most of them in my drafts

[sunbedo]

Hey guys. gay rights