#yes i know i copied and pasted his bio

[reidswhre]

spencer reid x fem!reader

warnings: it’s silly and fluff

a/n: this is the intro of episode 7 from season 3, i founded it so funny so i made this blurb.

“A popular theory among leading astrophysicists estimates that the hypermatter reactor would need about 10 to the 32nd joules of energy to destroy a planet the size of the Earth.” You didn’t exactly know what Reid was trying to explain to Morgan, but he looked cute.

Emily looked at you mockingly.

“Now, Lucas said it took 19 years to build the first Death Star, right?” Spencer looked at you.

“But if you look at The New Essential Chronology, there's a test bed prototype for a super laser that's been—” Morgan got up from his seat and headed toward Rossi’s new office.

“Where are you going?” Spencer asked Morgan, confused.

“Taking back the last five minutes of my life,” Morgan replied, and Reid made a face.

“I was listening to you.” You shrugged.

“I know you were, you always do.” He smiled at you.

“Don’t you want to know about this guy?” Morgan asked as he walked up the stairs.

“I do.” Emily quickly got up from her desk.

“I don’t! Are you kidding? No, no—This is dangerous.” You followed them.

You were starting to panic a little. Not for nothing, but this guy was pretty mysterious, and even though you might sound a bit like a people pleaser, you were dying to make a good impression on Rossi, and if he caught you snooping around his office, you two weren’t going to become friends anytime soon.

“I've got it all memorized. His books, his bio,” Spencer replied to Morgan.

“Yeah, books that sold over a million copies.”

“So?”

“That’s a million reasons not to come back, if you know what I’m saying.” Morgan explained to us.

I mean, of course, he was right. Why would a guy who had already ended his career years ago suddenly come back? He wasn’t going to do it out of kindness. But that wasn’t your problem.

“Huh!” Morgan exclaimed as he entered his office.

“Taupe walls. That’s a negative color.” Emily was analyzing it. “Cold. Distant. You know, emotionally, taupe is linked to loneliness and a desire to escape from the world.”

“I just figured the guy’s walls would be covered with plaques and commendations,” Morgan continued to Emily.

“Maybe he doesn't want to be reminded of past victories. It’s a new chapter for him.”

Spencer and you peeked into the office, you clinging to his arm.

“Whatever happened to the moratorium on intra-team profiling, guys?” Spencer asked the group.

“Come on, Reid. Team? I don’t think this guy knows the meaning of the word.”

“Probably not, but—We shouldn’t be here. What if he sees us?” You were quite scared.

“I don’t think he will, don’t worry.” Spencer took your hand, and you both entered the office.

“I found something. Looks like some type of religious art. Original maybe, definitely expensive.” Morgan showed us a painting in a frame.

You wrapped your arm around Spencer’s and leaned on his.

“It’s Renaissance art,” you replied to Morgan, looking at the painting in Spencer’s hand.

“If that’s original…” Spencer followed your lead.

“Is it?” Morgan asked.

“It’s kind of hard to tell, I mean, he’s into the classics,” you continued.

“What else?”

“Italian, strict Catholic upbringing, probably believes in redemption.” Spencer was pondering over the painting.

“I believe in a lot of things.” You heard a voice behind you, and it almost gave you a heart attack.

You lifted your head off Spencer’s arm, stepping away from him entirely. He gave you a puzzled look due to the distance.

“Catholic, yes. Italian American, 52 years old. Strict upbringing? Not so much.”

We shared awkward glances between us. This couldn’t be happening.

“Now the artwork? That’s 15th-century original, it costs more than my first house. And as for the wall color, it’s just a base coat, painters will come in and finish tomorrow.” He gave us an ironic smile.

You felt like you were about to die or something.

“Now, if you’re all finished, I think JJ and Hotch are ready for us,” he informed us. “Isn’t that how a team works?” This time he looked straight at Morgan.

You quickly ran out of there before the embarrassment swallowed you whole. Spencer followed right behind you.

“Hey! Wait for me.” You heard him behind you.

“Are you kidding me? I told you we shouldn’t have gone in! What a disgrace, I can’t believe it.” You turned to look at him. “What’s he going to think of me?”

“I don’t think he cares that much, really.” He took your hands in an attempt to calm you down.

“How could he not!? We snooped through his stuff! We profiled him! Oh, this is bad!”

Spencer laughed a little at you. “What are you laughing at!?” You frowned.

“I really don’t think it’s that deep, don’t worry.” He gave you a sincere look.

If you thought about it, it wasn’t that bad. He probably wouldn’t even mention it again, and it wasn’t like you did anything serious... at least you hoped so.

“You think so?” You looked back at him.

“Of course!” He smiled at you. “Come on, I’ll make you some coffee before we go to JJ and Hotch.” Spencer gave you a small kiss on the forehead, took your hand, and led you to the kitchen.

a/n: so this is how i was picturing Spencer and reader when they we’re watching the artwork.

so cute i’m dying!!

[stariikis]

ni-ki as your study date •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅

synopsis ; the price you paid for choosing an athletic boyfriend over an academic one? no practical help when you're drowning in mysterious equations and symbols. but at least he's good at comforting the perfectionist in you.

pairing ; athletic!nishimura riki x academic achiever!reader genre ; fluff, established rs wc ; 802 warnings n notes ; dear readers, these two are mentally suffering because one doesn't care and the other cares too much! trigger warning, bio phys chem and math mentioned..

“-And during PE we played badminton, and Jake hyung was soooo bad today. He kept trying to smash but missed the shuttlecock.” Beside you, with his “I-swear-I’ll-finish-three-chapters-today” Physics textbook hardly opened to the first page, Riki doesn’t stop rambling about the various sports he’s played today. You’ve heard enough about the goals he scored during an impromptu morning game of football. The way his best friend fumbled during a badminton match. How his legs ache from standing in the sun for hours during baseball training. You’re about to tug him out the cafe by his jersey. 

“Are you going to start your notes or what?” You shove him with a lighthearted tone, barely concealing the exasperation behind your words. “All that talk about wanting to finally get an A but you still keep yapping. About sports, no less.” 

Riki rolls his eyes and mock-salutes in your direction. “Yes, ma’am.” 

Taking a sip of your matcha latte, you sigh resolutely and return to examine various electronic configurations. Perhaps now, Riki will leave you in peace… 

Only five minutes later, you’re snapped out of focus with a sheepish nudge. 

“What’s a moment…” “OH my days Nishimura Riki how can you not know what a moment is that’s like basic physics you’re supposed to have known that since we started chapter TWO.” 

Shrinking under your scoldings, he glances back at his textbook, reads the definition and looks back towards you. “I don’t get it.” 

With another heavy sigh, you scoot closer and attempt to explain as simply as you possibly can. However, he’s deliberately distracting you, with playful caresses through your hair and touches of kisses as smooth as silk on your cheek. You’ve got to be turning a beetroot red, but you ignore the warmth spreading through your cheeks and continue on. 

“Now repeat what I just said to you.” Refusing to give in to his silly antics, you cross your arms and lean back. Swiping the hair his fingers touched, not too long ago, out the way. 

He pouts, knowing him acting cute is your soft spot. “That’s not fair.” 

“Why?” You press, but relent and hunch back over your notes. “You know what, just focus on relearning your balanced forces. Do you remember what the principles of moments even is?” Oh wait, he doesn’t even know what a moment is. The way he blinks once at his textbook and blinks twice your way proves this. 

“At this point, I’m not dead, you’re more cooked than I am. And I am cooked.” 

Gasping scandalously, he whisper shouts, “You’re literally my academic goal, what are you on? I wish I had the motivation you did. Okay, more like I wish I had your grades, but we both know that’s not happening.” 

He gestures to all the bruises he’s obtained over the past week, scratches and wounds that demonstrate how dedicated he is to all the sports he partakes in. They’re his own personal souveniers. Although most fade quickly, some leave scars burning in his skin, but he’s proud of them all even when you express your concern for him. 

He’s always been like that. Dismissive of concerning matters because he enjoys showing people how strong he is. Internally and externally. The complete opposite of him, one Maths question you get wrong and you start questioning the very bane of your existence. 

You fall into silence, looking back at your notes. You have lost track of where Chemistry starts and ends, your paper copy of the periodic table crumpled and defaced from your bursts of frustration. You may not show it, but there’s so much going on in your head it’s hard to escape the fog you’ve mentally put yourself in. With the crazy STEM course you’ve chosen, you know that you’re definitely on the train tracks with a sign pointing towards a crash site. 

Either you shut yourself out and pass with flying colours, or you enjoy life and fail miserably. There’s no in between. Is it so hard to want to maintain a social life and a healthy relationship, while topping your class and achieving high honours? Perhaps it is. 

Noticing your sudden stillness, Riki panics. “You’re stressing out again. Why are you stressing out again? You’re doing well. Well, compared to me. Should I just do bio? Things with numbers are always complicated..” 

You laugh as he looks back at his noteless textbook. 

“Anyway, I think you’re doing just fine.” Riki murmurs, massaging your back with his hand. “Don’t overwork yourself and you’ll be fine. Just like you were, and always will be. Do you want me to test you?” 

“That’d be nice…” You smile, watching his eyes light up a little too eagerly when he closes his textbook. “But you’re just saying that so you don’t have to study anymore, right?”

how life be feeling rn, send prayers

[lavendermage]

It’s not hard to be nice to you.

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Hello! I would like to request smth if your taking requests :)

That one thing you did, ‘A safe space’ or smth with the Diluc and Kaeya? Could you do smth similar except Reader is more… emtionally abused? 

thanks :)

have a nice day :DDD

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Characters: Child Diluc and Kaeya, Crepus

Genre: Hurt comfort, gender neutral child reader, not canon compliant.

TW: Child abuse, emotional abuse, breaking glass, food shaming (just learned that’s a phrase)

A/n: I finally filled my first request! (I actually copy pasted the request here to save it. I heard of stuff disappearing, and I wanted to make sure I had it.) And yes, requests are open and details are in my bio. I’m sorry for how long it took, my organizational system sucks. Tws are pretty specific, but I think they’re common triggers? Idk. Mildly concerned that my most popular fic is about abuse. I hope you’re all taking care of yourselves.

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You, Diluc and Kaeya were perched on the bridge to Mondstadt proper, throwing bread to the birds. They crowded around under the bridge, swimming around to catch the food. The wind was cooling as the sun set. It would be time to go home soon. 

"I need to go back." You sighed. “You know how they get.”

"Your guardian isn't very nice to you." Kaeya said abruptly. 

You froze. "It's not a big deal." 

"It is." Kaeya insisted.

"They're just tired." You tried to explain.

“So are you, and you’re not like that.” Kaeya pointed out.

"We could have a sleepover! Then you don't have to be with them and they get a break." Diluc suggested.

"It's too much trouble. I don't want to bother you." You sighed.

"You won't. Our father is very nice." Diluc said.

"He is." Kaeya agreed, nodding.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes!" Diluc said.

You brightened. "OK! I'll ask my guardian." You discussed the details quickly before running back home. It was getting dark and you didn't want to get in trouble.

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Your guardian's vice-like grip crushed your shoulder. It was possessive and made your skin crawl. They spoke in that fake-friendly voice they used in public. "Are you sure you want to deal with them?"

"It's no issue. From what I've seen they are a wonderful kid." Crepus said, a friendly smile on his face. "They're only staying the night, and the staff is used to kids."

"Not my kid. Can't do anything without messing up." They laughed. 

You felt your face flush. Not in front of him!, you wanted to scream. Mr. Ragnvindr was cool, you wanted to be like him when you grew up. You didn't want him to think you were useless. You kept your mouth shut though, even as tears stung your eyes.

Mr. Ragnvindr noticed your discomfort. "My own sons can be a handful too sometimes. They're still learning."

"Alright, but if they burn the house down don't say I didn't warn you." They laughed again, a cruelness undercutting it. It was harsh on your ears and it took everything to not flinch.

“We have a pyro vision in the house. It wouldn’t be the first time something caught fire.” He joked and he looked at you as he said it, trying to reassure you.

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"Dinner’s spaghetti!" Diluc eagerly pulled you into the house. "The cooks make the best tomato sauce!"

The delicious smell greeted you as you walked in the door. Your mouth watered just thinking about how good it must taste. 

Kaeya had sat already, waving excitedly for you to sit next to him.

Crepus appeared holding three wine glasses in one hand and a bottle of grape juice in the other. "Welcome! Take a seat." He gestured to the seat next to Kaeya.

You did and Diluc sat on your other side. 

“Can I pour the juice?” He asked. 

“Of course.” Crepus handed him the bottle. 

You watched as Diluc uncorked it and poured it carefully into each cup, twisting the bottle after each pour. His brows furrowed in concentration as he did it. As soon as he finished he set down the bottle and looked for his father’s assessment.

“That’s my boy!” He smiled proudly. “You’ve learned so much. You’ll be a bartender in no time.”

You should be happy, but jealousy tugged at your heart. Why wasn’t your guardian like that?”

“Let’s eat!”

You dug in. The food was so warm and the pasta had the perfect bite to it. “Al dente’ or whatever Diluc had called it. You didn’t know how to describe food the way he did, but it was delicious. You scarfed down the whole plate in seconds. You froze, fork in hand. He was going to yell at you. You had eaten too fast, too greedily, and he was going to yell at you. Pig. 

But he didn’t. All he did was ask if you wanted seconds.

“Am I… allowed to?” You asked nervously, waiting for the rant about how greedy you were.

“Of course. Eat as much as you want. You need to eat so your body can grow. The boys eat enough for five men, it’s incredible.” He laughed. 

Adeline brought another bowl and whisked the empty one away. 

You ate slower this time and your eyes kept darting up to monitor Crepus’s face. He caught you once and just looked back sadly. 

“Are you enjoying your meal?” Diluc asked, a serious expression on his face. He was practicing his host etiquette.

You panicked slightly, your mouth was too full to talk. You swallowed quickly and nodded. “It’s really good.”

“Tell Adeline, it makes her really happy when Diluc and I like her food.” Kaeya added.

You nodded again. “I will.”

Dinner ended soon after. You made sure to thank Adeline when she came by again.

“It’s no problem. I’m glad you enjoyed your dinner.” She smiled sweetly. “Diluc, Kaeya, please collect the plates.”

“Can I help too?”

“Of course. Just stack the cups and put them at the head of the table.”

“Ok!” You did as you were told and collected all the cups. As you walked to the head of the table to put them down, you tripped. You caught yourself but the cups fell out of your hands and shattered on the wood floor. It was silent. Not for long, you thought, readying yourself. You fell to your knees and reached to pick up the shards of glass, trying to reduce the punishment.

“Y/n, stop!” Crepus’s loud voice broke the silence.

You did, fear freezing the blood in your veins. Tears pooled in your eyes and then slipped down your cheek. Apologies spilled from your lips. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I promise I didn’t mean too, please don’t be angry, I won’t do it again.” Your words were interrupted by your own sobs and sorries. 

Crepus carefully walked up to you and crouched at your level. “I’m not angry. I don’t want you to touch the glass because you’ll cut yourself.” “It was an accident, I swear, I’ll pay you back-”

“I know it is. You don’t have to pay anything.”

Kaeya’s cold hand rested on your shoulder and Diluc stood a little to the side.

“You know what, I’ll show you how little of a problem this is. We’ll clean it up together. Kaeya, Diluc, get the broom and dustpan from the pantry.”

“I can-”

“You don’t know where it is.” Diluc pointed out.

“My sons can handle this task, no need to worry. I’m just glad you caught yourself.”

You stared at him blankly, confused.

“It would have been worse if you got hurt instead of the glasses.”

“It… would?” 

A pained expression crossed his face. “Of course.”

“I’m sorry I made you sad.”

“I’m an adult, it’s not your job to worry about me.” He rested his hand on your head and started petting your hair when you didn’t flinch.

“We’re back!” Diluc held a broom in his hand while Kaeya held the dust pan.

“Thank you.” Crepus turned his attention back to you. “I’ll hold the dustpan and you’ll sweep the glass into it, ok?”

You nodded and Diluc passed you the broom. Your hands shook as you swept but you finished up quickly. “That’s all?”

“Yes, see? It’s not a big deal. Now who wants ice cream?”

Both boys raised their hands.

“And you?”

“Aren’t I being punished?”

“Of course not. What flavor do you want?”

“Cho-chocolate?”

“You got it!” Adeline appeared out of seemingly nowhere and took everyone’s orders.

Three little bowls of ice cream came out, each with beautiful little spoons. Chocolate, raspberry, strawberry. You ate yours, still sniffling from your tears earlier. 

“Do you want to taste some of mine?” Kaeya lifted a spoon of raspberry.

“If it’s alright…”

He plopped a spoonful into your bowl.

“Mine’s a little soupy, but you can still try.” Diluc poured a little of his ice cream soup next to Kaeya’s raspberry. His pyro had melted it.

You sniffed and rubbed at your eyes.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you sad.” Diluc panicked. “Is it because the ice creams mixed?”

“You’re so nice.” You sobbed.

Crepus put a hand on your shoulder. “It’s not hard to be nice to you, and even if it was, it would be worth it.”

[sunnist4rs]

Blare White is super misogynistic… he also supports trump. You know the anti abortion, pro rape guy. I think you may be defining who you love/idolize and what you say you think based on who entertains you the most on social media/YouTube and your personal connections rather than really getting into WHY each view is right or wrong factually/ethically, and aiming to be consistent. To be clear I myself am a radfem and (within that) critical of gender ideology I am not trying to convince you to not criticize gender ideology or to not criticize specific trans identified people. Yes: some people Blaire white and that kind of guy opposes are also fucked up people who do harm. But the enemy of an enemy does not alone make a friend and I encourage you to look with a more critical eye at anyone aligned right wing and against women, whether they are novelties or famous on YouTube or whatever else or not

Among other things remember Blaire white is just a man who calls self woman but hates the other men who call themselves women. His critique of them is typically either copied (without him really understanding) from feminist women, or at other times basically rooted in him saying those other trans women are ugly or don’t pass or haven’t done [insert random shit] “Blaire” thinks makes him a real woman and these other trans women into pretenders. It’s just an egotistical man getting attention and money off of this while still claiming he’s a woman and doing so for sexist (“I pass as feminine so that makes me a woman” = sexist) reasons. This issue that is actually impacting women and girls (a category that doesn’t include him)

Thanks for sending me this ask (and being so civil about it). Before I joined the radfem community (and when I wrote my bio) I was pretty conservative but the more evidence of woman’s oppression I’ve seen, the more leftist I’ve become. This has left me feeling kind of lost because the people like Blair White who I used to turn to for comfort on bad days and to hear what I thought were reasonable political opinions no longer click with me. I don’t resonate with her (I’m gonna use she/her even though I’m he’s a dude because I do have that personal attachment right now so it just feels right) beliefs anymore but distancing myself from her feels wrong because she’s been a part of my life for a while, y’know.

I don’t watch YouTube much so I haven’t seen one of her videos since I became a radfem. But, I do remember how my old community used to act so Ik if I did watch another video of hers I’d be disgusted and disappointed by her behaviour (I almost want to avoid watching her at all so that I can keep pretending I align with her side- also I’m aware this is pretty parasocial, I’ll work on that). While I’ve become more aware of this I’ve continued to defend and preach how good her content is as a way of pretending I do still like her to myself. I knew I was doing this but I didn’t really think about it until now.

I’m pretty good at thinking critically about the media I consume, it’s just something I’ve always done when discovering something new to enjoy. But I think Ive developed a blind spot for people I previously loved as while I agreed with them in the past. Now however, me promoting their ideology is hypocritical at best. I’ve been practicing separatism (that’s not the word I want to use Ik it) more and more in my daily life. I now realise the next step I need to take is starting to distance myself from these people as they’re making me into someone I don’t want to be (hypocrites are one of my biggest red flags).

Thanks again for the ask as it’s genuinely helped me uncover a therapeutic break through lol. Whether or not that was your intent it’s definitely gonna help me be a better feminist and improve my life so thanks.

[suvidrache]

Under The Mistletoe

age in bio when interacting. minors do not interact.

Word Count: 561 | Read it on AO3 | Masterlist

Disclaimer: written as MK11 and past. I do not write for MK1.

Shao Kahn had never heard of Earthrealm holidays. He never really cared about other realms, only caring for power and the joy he got from it. He wanted to rule over everything. That all changed when he met you, and you refused to go with him. You wanted him to give up his concubines and make a few changes. He had never met someone who acted like that. There was something about you, though, that made him want to change. He followed along with you. In public, he kept his same behavior up. He didn't want to be seen as weak. He didn't want others to think they could easily take the throne from him. He wasn't going to be taken down after all of the hard work that he had done to achieve what he had now.

You celebrated your holidays, and Shao Kahn sat back, watching how and what you did. He was happy to see how happy you were, and he enjoyed seeing how excited you were telling him about it. He only vaguely understood the holidays that you told him about. He was still learning and trying his best to follow along. You hung the mistletoe up and waited for Shao Kahn to come along. You grew tired of waiting for him. You weren't sure where he was or when he would be coming back. You only knew you didn't want to be standing there if someone else showed up. It wouldn't matter, as no one else really knew or cared about your beloved holiday. However, you didn't want to run the risk. There was also the fact that no one wanted to piss off the Emperor. No one would dare mess with you for fear of what Shao Kahn might do. You made your way through the castle, trying your best to find Shao Kahn. You couldn't remember what he said he was doing or where he was going. You were going to find him and follow him to see where he went. It seemed like it could be an easier task.

You made sure to keep your footsteps quiet as you walked around the castle. You didn't want him to see or hear you. Although you wouldn't be surprised if someone had already said something to Shao Kahn, you found him just as he was walking out of the meeting room. You quickly hid behind the wall. Your heart was racing, and you were sure that he could hear it. You breathed in slowly and out, trying to steady your breathing and calm your racing heart. You didn't want him to know you were here. He went about his day, oblivious to your presence. You waited before walking after him. He didn't stop when he passed through the archway that held the mistletoe.

“Shao Kahn.” You called.

He stopped and turned around. He was standing directly under the mistletoe.

“Yes?”

You smiled as you made your way to him. He waited without saying a word. You wrapped your arms around him, and he picked you up off the ground. You placed a kiss on his lips, which he returned. He had no objections and waited for you to answer the question he had asked previously.

“You're standing under the mistletoe.”

He looked up and smiled before looking back at you and giving you a kiss.

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[majachee]

YOU HAVE A TMNT SHATTERED GLASS AU?!?!

I DO, I DO! It's been in development for a WHILE now, and I've offhandedly mentioned it once or twice on here. But I never really delved into it lmao

The premise is that the OG turtles get transported into the SG world as a last ditch effort to defeat SG Splinter and save the SG turtles! >:3c

SG lore copy-and-pasted from discord:

So for those unfamiliar with Transformers: Shattered Glass (source material that directly inspired this au); it's an alternate universe where not only the roles of villains/heroes are swapped, but the main personality traits of the individual characters get flipped as well.

For example: in this AU, Bradford would be a genuinely caring, teacher-esque guy who got famous for teaching kids self defense and responsibility with his martial arts skills. The Rat King would still be passionate about rats, but he'd be a behavioral scientist who studies the behaviors and intelligence of domesticated and wild rats in order to beat the stigma against them. Teehee.

I love using the canonical kraang technology and dimensional travel in the show itself, so the main plot is that the OG turtles get isekai'd into the "shattered glass" universe as a last ditch effort made by Good Dad Oroku Saki and Oroku Miwa to save the "evil" turtles and defeat the EVIL YOSHI.

Karai and the turtles' roles are flipped in the SG universe, yes. Miwa sees the turtles as her brothers and wants to save them from her wacky as hell bio dad.

Shenanigans DO HAPPEN because this is post-season 5 for the og turtles, and the awkwardness of cooperating with alternative, good guy versions of your enemies to fight against emo versions of yourselves is... wild. Lol. Teehee. :^))

The flipped personalities are way more obvious with the turtles lol

Leonardo is aloof and slacks off, purposely shoving missions and chores onto his younger brothers. He's also lacking the enthusiasm and passion OG Leo has for his interests. SG Leonardo wears disinterest like a badge of honor, though he's also severely lacking in that as well.

SG Raphael is quiet, a pushover, and is much more emotional than his counterpart. OG Raph covers up his insecurities with snark and anger, SG Raph's an open book and is very easily worked up to the point of blubbering out all his weaknesses to his enemies. He hides behind his brothers in battle until Leo or Donnie makes him fight. Saki and his team avoid fighting Raph for obvious reasons.

SG Donatello is a genius and he knows it, that is why he sabotages his underlings and his two aforementioned brothers. He does not use his brains to make inventions or plan tactics, instead he uses his brains to bully everyone else around him and purposely cause problems. He dangles his intelligence above others in order to make them feel bad, especially if they ever ask him to do something with said intelligence.

SG Mikey spent several years in Dimension X on a mission for Splinter, he is now several years older than his brothers and is the self-appointed leader. He is deathly serious, ruthless, has no time for pranks or jokes, and ends up carrying the weight of the team for a majority of their missions. (Because Leo and Donnie keep trying to make Raph do their jobs. 👊😔)

The time difference between Earth and Dimension X fascinated me. So yeah, SG turtles saw Mikey go into a pink portal for like 2 minutes and he came back several years older than all of them. And also a foot taller. That was a very "well damn" moment for them. Lol.

SG Mikey is a more central antagonist than SG Splinter/Yoshi. Evil Mikey centric YEAHHH

[angelshadowsinger]

Hi, Angel!💗 I was wondering if you could please share where you learned how to create your masterlist, and profile layout, and how did you upload your dividers without it looking weird? I’m newish to Tumblr and I’m getting a little frustrated because I’m having trouble figuring it out.💗

hii sweetest! yes, of course I can give you some pointers. first of all, welcome to tumblr authorhood!! may you receive many comments and find infinite motivation~

for me, I suppose I’m “self-taught”? but isn’t everyone on this app? lol. actually, I’ve been sharing fic on tumblr for… idk, 8 years on and off ?? omg that’s wild. but yeah, I’ve definitely learned some stuff along the way., here are my key takeaways:

(general) promote interaction:

there’s a couple things I do to try to improve the number of notes I receive on my posts, but there’s also a few things I try my best to do in order to improve my readers’ experience. first, I use tags on every post I publish. I have a tag for asks, for my fics, for my fic recs, etc. This makes it easier for a potential follower to go through with following you even if they don’t like 100% of your content, bc they can always blacklist the tag and they won’t have to see any of those posts. second, use links so that your readers can easily look through your stuff. a masterlist is KEY here as it’s the gateway for all your fics, but also, general navigation, or even linking your masterlist at the end of your fics can be beneficial too. I find it’s also really important to have links in your bio. this makes it way more approachable for any followers and it’s honestly nice to have for your own purposes as well. the only thing about that is, you have to make the links for your bio on the computer version of tumblr when you’re editing your blog. it cannot be mobile, something about it just won’t work. i can go into further detail on how to get those bio links but tbh i just looked it up on google 5yrs ago and it’s stayed the same since then lol~

theme:

obviously my blog doesnt have a “theme” theme when you visit it on computer, but i mean theme as in, all your navigation/general/fic posts are cohesive and they look like they belong on the same blog. you can achieve this by using the same fonts, text symbols (or emojis…. i guess. personally, side eye…), or dividers.

fonts:

so beyond the 3 fonts tumblr has in its posting formatting, i personally like to use copy paste fonts. they still work with embedding links and stuff as well. i like to use a font generator, where you type in whatever you’d like and it converts it for you. then you can just copy & paste.

text symbols:

these are a good for borders and dividers, or just generally spicing up your bio/navigation. i usually google “text symbols copy paste”, and browse through the results.

dividers:

when you’d like to use a photo divider on your blog, make sure it is a very skinny PNG file. PNG means it has a transparent background, so it will be more cohesive for your readers on regular white posts and also dark mode posts. I actually designed my own PNG divider (Azriel’s siphon of course hehe) on my iPad on ProCreate, but I know there’s a lot of blogs that make them and share them, which you can use so long as you give proper credits. that’s another thing that’s important— always make sure to credit others if you’re using work that isn’t yours!

most importantly, I recommend always TESTING these methods!! make sure to double check that all your links work, that the symbol you choose doesn’t become an emoji when you paste, that the font is all set. there’s a lot of trial and error involved in making your blog just right :) hope this helps & good luck anon!!

[etes-secrecy-post]

Hi, before I explain my post, I want to say something important.

• What you see my blog has become a major overhaul. And despite the changes, I decided that my 2nd account will be now my artwork blog with a secret twist.

⚠️NEW RULE! (W/ BIGGER TEXT!)⚠️

⚠️ SO PLEASE DO NOT SHARE MY 2nd ACCOUNT TO EVERYONE! THIS SECRECY BLOG OF MINE IS FOR CLOSES FRIENDS ONLY!⚠️

• AND FOR MY CLOSES FRIENDS, DON’T REBLOG IT. INSTEAD, JUST COPY MY LINK AND PASTE IT ON YOUR TUMBLR POST! JUST BE SURE THE IMAGE WILL BE REMOVED AND THE ONLY LEFT WAS THE TEXT.

⚠️ SHARING LINKS, LIKE POSTS, REBLOG POSTS, STEALING MY SNAPSHOT PHOTOS/RECORDED VIDEOS/ARTWORKS (a.k.a. ART THIEVES) OR PLAGIARIZING FROM UNKNOWN TUMBLR STRANGERS WILL IMMEDIATELY BE BLOCKED, RIGHT AWAY!⚠️

😡 WHATEVER YOU DO, DO NOT EVER LIKED & REBLOG MY SECRET POST! THIS IS FOR MY SECRET FRIENDS ONLY, NOT YOU! 😡

Okay? Capiche? Make sense? Good, now back to the post…↓

#OnThisDay: Jun 27th, 2017 (submitted on dA; artwork done on Jun 26th, 2017)

Title: Cuteness Member - Sorara (Piyo)

Now this one, I would say an "unofficial" Sanrio character of sorts? But rather, a part character from the Sanrio's Anime TV show called "Onegai, My Melody!" (My Melody, please!") series ❤️🐇🎵. And I know, what you thinking? Yes, I remember watching "Onegai, My Melody!" before back when I was from Elementary to early High School days, both Eng sub, dub, and even Tagalog dub (no doubt for the latter). And that's why, I draw the space prince "Sorara" 🌌🤴⭐, who turns into cute chubby chicken 🐥⭐ for some reason (which, I called him "Piyo" sometimes as an alternate identity) enrolls to the "Cuteness Defender Academy", with his first "Cuteness Mecha Armor" with two different types, the armored "ZZ" (pronounced "Double Zeta" as an official) and the armored "Full Armor ZZ". 🤖😁

ZZ Piyo (Sorara)Based on: MSZ-010 ZZ Gundam [CLICK ME!]

Armaments:

Double Beam Rifle • The primary ranged weapon of the ZZ is a double beam rifle, which was based upon the prototype twin mega beam gun used by the armored Rick Dias II. This weapon possesses two barrels and on its rear half. As with all of the armored ZZ's beam weapons the double beam rifle possesses an unusually high power rating, with the beams from each individual barrel having a power rating of 10.6 MW for a combined total of 21.2 MW.

High Mega Cannon • Mounted in the center of the ZZ's head is a high mega cannon. This particle beam weapon has a power rating of 50 MW, making it the most powerful beam weapon used by a "CMA" suit during the war years, as well as one of the most powerful weapon mounted on a "CMA" suits ever. The power of the high mega cannon's beam can seriously damage a "CMA" suit with even a glancing hit, and as shown when used against powerful enemies, it can completely destroy a standard "CMA" suit shield making it impossible to block the beam. However despite being a powerful weapon, its power is also a weakness as the ZZ's fusion reactor is unable to handle repeated usage of the high mega cannon. The high mega cannon is operable in normal mode only.

Hyper Beam Saber • The ZZ mounts in backpack recharge racks a pair of hyper beam sabers. The hilts of these beam sabers are easily three times greater the size of other beam sabers, and are capable of emitting a much longer and more powerful saber that can easily cut through several "CMA" suits in a single swing.

Missile Launchers • The ZZ mounts a pair of missile launchers on its backpack in normal mode and on its main torso body. Each missile launcher possesses 21-tubes that are loaded with AMA-13S small missiles.

Shields • The ZZ mounts a pair of shields on its forearms. Unlike previous "CMA" suits the shields are not optional equipment that can be removed, but are actually built into the "CMA" suit's arms. The shields serve the purpose of protecting the ZZ from attacks that it cannot dodge.

Special Equipment & Features:

Bio-Sensor • A technological variant of the psycommu system developed by Anaheim Electronics. Although its full capabilities are unknown, its primary purpose was to allow a Newtype member to more easily interface with his/her "CMA" suit via mental commands. The bio-sensor could also have a rather surprising side effect when a Newtype member was mentally and emotionally focused enough (usually when angry or upset) to cause the bio-sensor to amplify the power, speed and strength of the "CMA" suit for a short period of time.

Ballute System • A balloon-like device used to slow the descent of "CMA" suits and ships during atmospheric entry, preventing them from burning up. However, while the Ballute protects against atmospheric heat, it is still vulnerable to beam or projectile weapon fire. If the ballet is damaged during entry, the attached mobile suit or ship will be exposed to extreme heat and plunge into the atmosphere blowing up the "CMA" suit or ship.

Full Armor ZZ Piyo (Sorara)Based on: FA-010S Full Armor ZZ Gundam [CLICK ME!]

Armaments:

Missile Launchers • The Full Armor package gives the Enhanced ZZ a series of missile launchers mounted all over its body. This enables the Full Armor ZZ to bombard targets in combat. Spraying missiles were also mounted on the Full Armor ZZ, mainly for distraction purposes and countering I-Fields.

Large Hyper Mega Cannon • A new addition to the Full Armor package, the Hyper Mega Cannon is a powerful upgrade to the original ZZ's powerful (but energy draining) High Mega Cannon.

Special Equipment & Features:

• Bio-Sensor • Ejectable armor components • Double Beam Rifle • Large Hyper Mega Cannon

Sorara / Piyo (Onegai! My Melody series; Onegai, My Melody! Kirara!) - My Melody franchise © SANRIO Armors (Mobile Suit Gundam ZZ) - Gundam series © Bandai Namco Filmworks, Inc. (SUNRISE), Sotsu

[stargazer-dreamer]

Ghostbox

character: reigen arataka

reader: gender neutral

content warnings: none

notes: also on ao3. 2k word count. unreliable narrator

Reigen thinks it’s only appropriate, for a business, to branch out and follow the latest trends—to come up with new ways to put himself, and his name, and his office out there. Yes, he’s stood out on the street and handed out flyers, made a website, shot peace signs at passing cameras, but he still found that business was slow lately, boringly so; only emails and articles to fill the time.

He decides to download a dating app.

You haven't dated since high school—and even then, it was a bit of a fruitless endeavor. At your age, you have a handful of friends you’ve hung on to since your younger years, but you found there was no room to form new friendships; what with work taking up most of your time and energy. And sure, you’ve gone out for drinks with your coworkers and attended several work functions, but it was more out of obligation than any real attempt at looking to grow closer.

There was no room for a romantic angle in any of your current relationships. You didn’t want that. Even in your online communities, there wasn’t really anyone you were interested with in that type of manner, content to stay as just friends, just acquaintances, coworkers and space-sharers.

So you tried the popular dating app. At the least, you’ve exchanged several messages with people, but nothing ever came out of them; there’s been the occasional talks of potentially meeting up here and there, but they would suddenly ghost you when the prospect actually came up, messages left on read and chatboxes dead.

You entertained the idea of finally finding the person you’ve been searching for, swiping left and right during breaks and curled up in bed for weeks, months on end; slowly and slowly coming to terms with the fact that dating apps were just a waste of time, only for the occasional hookup, only for a quick fuck.

And then you matched with him.

“The greatest psychic of the twenty-first century,” as his bio put it, was an account seemingly run by a real person—but it appeared that he was only there to promote his sketchy-sounding business, based on the wording of the rest of his bio; advertising and proposing various menu options.

He probably likes every profile that comes up, you think as you liked his, just to see what would happen; tired, and jaded, and very much wanting to go to bed. This Reigen Arataka, with his goofy selfie for an icon and an album full of poorly-shot photos of what must be his office, and handshakes, and a map leading from the nearest station.

You scanned his bio again. Seances, and purification techniques, and apparently specialty items and charms—but you didn’t want to copy and paste the website typed at the bottom, didn’t want to see what he sold for what price. You only wanted to roll over and charge your phone.

Sure enough, the notification saying the two of you had matched popped up, prompting you to message him.

He beat you to it.

[[ hello!! ]]

[[ it appears we have found each other. ]]

In the chatbox, you simply stared. Letters encased in emojis, smiley faces and waving hands; you weren’t sure what to say. He must have seen that you’ve seen.

[[ i’ll get straight to the chase. i run the Spirits and Such Consultation Office, we offer various psychic related solutions to your spiritual related problems. ]]

[[ are you interested to hear more? ]]

He didn’t give you time to answer, most likely driven by the little “read” message on his end, followed by the checkmark; prompting him, goading him, encouraging him to prattle on.

[[ of course you are!! ]]

[[ perhaps you would like a Graphic Exorcism? or a Sorcery Crush? ]]

[[ here at the Spirits and Such Consultation Office, we offer the lowest rates with the highest results!! ]]

You closed the app.

---

You didn’t know what prompted you to open up the chatbox again the following night, but you supposed you had nothing else better to do.

He had not sent another message. So, you decided to.

(( Hi ))

His reply was not immediate, but it came quicker than expected.

[[ hello!! ]]

[[ how may i help you? ]]

It was followed by an open-mouthed smiley face. Some customer service.

(( You’re a psychic? ))

[[ yes i am!! ]]

You thought of your boss.

(( Do you do curses? ))

[[ i’m afraid i don’t offer curses ]]

[[ i do offer evil repellent charms if that’s something you’re interested in ]]

It isn’t.

(( That sounds interesting. Tell me more? ))

---

[[ how was your day? ]]

(( My back still hurts ))

You were in bed, with a pillow shoved underneath you in a way that strained your neck but supported your back. You were both off work, retired for the day and chatting the night away.

You don’t know how your conversations turned into this—less selling on his end and more genuine intrigue on yours. You started messaging him during your breaks at work, and he wasn’t always able to respond right away—he has his own business to attend to, after all—but he always replied by the end of the day, answering your questions and responding to your rising curiosity.

It was him who offered to exchange numbers, one day, out of the blue. You would have given it to him freely, had you worked up the courage faster. It was also him who had sent the first selfie, him and his goofy face, unprompted, sitting at his desk, blurry, endearing, in the middle of your lunch break. You had sent one back and he appraised your looks.

You entertained the idea.

(( Maybe the office is haunted. Can spirits follow you back home? ))

[[ yes!! ]]

[[ an evil spirit might be following you home and haunting your poor back. ]]

[[ i could help with that. ]]

[[ perhaps you could go for my super special Aroma Runaway Express technique? ]]

It was followed by a winky face—it made it sound suggestive. You didn’t know how to reply, hot suddenly in the face. Perhaps lower, as well.

[[ sorry. ]]

[[ it’s a massage. ]]

[[ it involves scented oils and soothing incense. it’s meant to help people relax.]]

[[ there’s himalayan rock salt involved as well. ]]

[[ it expels evil spirits, of course. ]]

[[ that’s what it’s actually meant for. ]]

[[ relaxation is just an added bonus. ]]

Oh. You took a moment to reply, retyping and editing your message. You wondered if he was watching—the floating dots appearing and disappearing at infrequent intervals; your indecisiveness closing in on you.

Finally.

(( I would like that ))

---

Of course you believed in spirits—the gods dwell in the mountains, the rivers, the trees. You used to pray to Tenjin every year during your school breaks. You would be a fool not to believe. If only Ebisu would bless you…

Of course you believed in spirits. That’s what you told yourself as you stared up at the sign of the Spirits and Such Consultation Office. It was located on a building like many others—housing various other businesses and small establishments.

It wasn’t like any other building. This building held Reigen.

Taking the stairs, you realized you didn’t know if you should knock or simply just walk on in. You decided to knock.

The man who opened the door was not Reigen. This man was too big, too small, much too awkward in his stance to be the man behind the messages. In your confusion, you searched for straw drenched in honey, but found only black, curling at the edges and chocolate where the light hit it.

You tried to catch his eyes, dark and fleeting, before he gestured into the room with a stiff hand, arm weak.

“Come, uh, come in!”

Some couches awaited you, a table nestled between, and a television further ahead. You turned the corner.

There he was. Laptop closed and his hands intertwined together on his desk. At the sight of you, his eyebrows shot up towards his hairline, like he forgot something, and he almost tripped getting up from his seat. But then he was there suddenly in front of you and he was the same as in the poster on the wall behind you.

The first thing you noticed was that his blazer was too big. Then was his tie, like the last dregs of sunset encased in silver. Your eyes went lower, to his narrow waist. You supposed you were staring.

“Hello!” He looked like it was scalding inside the walls. Maybe it was. “Would you like to sit down? Have some tea? Or—perhaps you would like to get started? That’s why you’re here, isn’t it?” He swallowed, audible, a finger underneath the collar of his tie. Maybe he was the man at the door, after all. “The—massage.”

You nodded. “The Aroma Runaway Express.”

The actual man at the door—the one with the curling hair and the broad shoulders—spoke up from his place near the door. “So! You’re the appointment we’ve been waiting for! Don’t worry! Master Reigen—I’ll get the room ready!”

And with that, he shuffled around you and Reigen, and the couch, and the desk, into a separate door, closing it behind him, and leaving you alone with the greatest psychic of the twenty-first century.

“Well,” Reigen muttered under his breath to himself—but it was so quiet, so suddenly, that you couldn’t help but overhear him. “At least he’s finally taking initiative.” Then he clapped his hands together, once, and gestured rather weirdly to the couches beside you. “I guess we’ll have time for some tea, after all. Please,” his voice dipped, lower, pleasant, smiles and closed eyes. “Have a seat.”

---

His office was bigger than your entire apartment. You wondered how much it costs—you could set up your entire life in a room this big. It wasn’t large by any means, but it was spacious. Bigger than your place with it’s tiny kitchenette settled in the entrance, and it’s single room, and cramped loft.

You wished you were in your loft, curled inside your blanket, phone on the lowest brightness setting, messaging the man seated in front of you, instead of sitting there in front of him.

What am I doing here? Why did I come?

You’ve never met up with someone you only knew online before. You sipped your tea and thought—it’s hot in here. This was Reigen’s office. During his business hours. You were here for a massage. Because of the spirit, you remembered. The spirit that’s haunting me.

Reigen agreed to give you his super special technique, Aroma Runaway Express, and it involves Himalayan rock salt, and incense, and scented oils. Serizawa was preparing the room. He’s taking an awfully long time.

Reigen, for his part, seemed to have cooled off. He adjusted his tie—like the furthest reaches of the sky at sundown—and crossed a leg over his knee. He hadn’t touched his tea, telling you about his uneventful day, what he did to pass the time, what he had for lunch. There hadn’t been any clients.

“Besides you, of course,” he ended it with a swipe at his bangs, strawberry blond, molten. His suit was like rocks, climbing towards the sun.

This was a business transaction. He’ll rub you down, and you’ll go home, and that’ll be that.

What am I doing here? Why did I come?

Serizawa emerged from the side room. “Everything’s ready.”

Reigen was on his feet, fluid, rising like the tide. “Alright!” He clapped again, once, twice, and moved his hands at the front of him. He turned towards his assistant. “You can go home now, Serizawa. I’ll be closing up after this.”

The man looked relieved. “Oh! Thank you, sir! If you’re sure…” but he scurried off, quickly gathering his things and stopping at the front door. He lingered. “Oh!” he looked at you. “Thank you for coming in today! If you’ll excuse me…” And then he was gone.

You sat in silence. A millennium passed.

Slowly, silently, Reigen made his way to the front door. You heard the lock click. You saw him turn the closed sign. He stood there for a moment, hand on the plastic sign, pressed against the door, and saw his shoulders move underneath the large jacket. A millennium more passed. Then he made his way back over to you at an amble pace, aqueous, hands in his pockets, step after languid step, right in front of you.

He had a narrow waist. You moved your eyes up, higher, hot suddenly in the face. Perhaps lower, as well. Maybe you were the rocks.

He extended a hand. “Come on,” the window at his back drew shadows across his face, dark and unknown, like the deepest depths of the sea. “I’ll make you feel good.”

You took his hand and drowned.

[emtearzz]

OC INTRODUCTION: E.G. Lynal

Since there are a couple people interested in him I decided to give my boy the proper introduction first!

(this is the culmination of me writing stories in my head for the past 2 years without taking notes yes i know the story part here is long sorry-)

Bio: name: E.G Lynal (The "E.G." in his name stands for "Earl Grey") alias: Just Lynal, Mark Actias Species: Shadow being(??) (soul infused/Em messing around with spells she probably shouldn't.) Gender: none he/they age: his ability allows him to look any age, typically 6, 16, and 23, chronologically 250+ Romantic orientation: aroace MBTI: IxxJ 1w9

Abilities: -Shapeshifting: Thanks to his physicality, it allows him, or parts of him, to take the shape of many things. ( ie. animals, furniture, weapons, shields, etc.) He can also adjust his height and size.

-Flying: He can float and fly

-Eyes: They glow in the dark

Personality: A responsible and sensible bookworm that enjoys a good cup of tea, or any warm fragrant drink really, they make him feel cozy inside (also he can't taste-). Not the most social, but he enjoys a small chat or too occasionally. Very patient, he has to deal with EmTea and MimiMilk and their shenanigans on the daily. When he loses his cool, he is the scariest person in the room, mainly because you won't know he's angry, he's just using what bit of self control he has left to be a somewhat respectful person. He owns a small cafe in Hometown (where he lives) and is very proud of it. Story: He was first created by Tea some couple centuries before present day, through a technique of "soul-splitting" where a bit of Tea's soul was transformed into a little guy!

Why? He doesn't really know, since she never gave him a proper explanation other than "I needed an assistant". (which made no sense as she rarely asked him to help out with her work, instead opting to teach and raise him instead.)

For the first few years of his life, he stayed with Tea (she went by "Laine" at this time) at the organization she worked with his name being just "Lynal" causing people to misunderstand and believe his full name to be "Just Lynal" since he always introduced himself as such.

This organization was one of random outcasts, working odd-jobs and trying to help those unfortunate during a war between all nations and races. He saw them as apart of his family almost. There was Ms. Silvie (despite her protests to not be addressed as such, Tea just calls her that anyway and so Lynal copied, her full name is Silvie Stream.), a magikan who worked as one of the healers there and served as a mentor to him when Tea was too busy to look after him.

Wallis Mitchmatch a magikan mage in training, his older sister is out in the war as one of the healers, he talks about her sparingly. He also has a pet frog that Lynal remembers liked to hop onto his head.

Tom Boome was another member of the organization that Lynal noticed Tea wasn't too fond of him, though he wasn't sure why. He was a human detective, and a new member to the organization. He had Tea on edge for the first couple of weeks. Though after those two weeks... it was as though there wasn't any sort of animosity between them at all. Strange.

All that aside, Lynal blended in well with the rest of the group, there was the cook Bearnestine, the boss everyone referred to as well, boss (and someone Tea was surprisingly casual and comfortable with talking to-), little Mayflae (a young magikan orphan girl brought back from an abandoned raided village), and many more. All just people trying their best with what they could.

That included missions, Lynal remembers them well. Sometimes he and Tea acted as messengers to other places, sometimes he was sent with Ms. Silvie and some other healers as their defense while heading to another town, but most of the time, Lynal was sent out as a spy, with his abilities proving useful in those situations.

One day, he went out on another assist mission after a raid in a village, it was one where he had to serve as defense for the healers again, but he didn't mind, these missions normally went smoothly anyway, there were usually no attackers. However this time he went, he ̷̨̱͍͚̭̀̈́̔͆̈́d̷̮̈̀̓͌̔̐i̶͈̮͔͛ḑ̷͕̞̲̼̣̃̎̆́̓͐̓n̶̨̡̨̪̲̩̹͖͚͊́͗͐͆͆̔̅́͜͠'̵̧͈͒̽͒̓̃́͂͑͠͝t̵̲̲̘͗͆̈́̃̕̚ ̷̧̧͚̰̞͍̟̈͑̈́͜ṙ̵̳͚͕̬̫̯͛̿͝é̶̫̣͉̭͔̑͋̀͐͘̚͝ť̵̢͎̪̬̜̰̘̏̓u̴̧̨̮͙̤̱̱͚̓̂̌̇̽̿r̴͍̖͈̽̍̈́͗̈́̏̊͘͝n̵̜͙̩̳̞͖̺͙̟̰̒́̈̇̽̊̌̋͆̕-̷̠͈̺̭̓̊͠ ̶̢̮͙̼̘̭̰̗̃Ŗ̴̡̯̥̩͓͈͙̄̉Ę̶̨̢͓̙͙̀̓̀̀̍S̴͔̖̮̘̝̫͖̒̑̾͌̄̽͗E̵̢̗̞͕̝͇̹̟̦͕͐̓͆T̸̻̳͚̱͚͓̱͊́͊̐́͌̿̂̓̑͜ was met with a surprise attack but managed to fight back and rid them all, but just barely. He returned unconscious, but alive, he just needed a lot of rest.

When he awoke from his short coma, he found Tea at his bedside.

"Morning sleepyhead it's about time you woke up." "Where..." Tea chuckled, "Don't worry, you're at HQ you were out for a bit, it took a while to fix up those huge injuries of yours.. I had to fix those up you know. Considering how.. well how you are."

They sat in a comfortable silence for a bit while Lynal collected his thoughts, before Tea suddenly spoke out of the blue:

"Lynal, when you fully recover, when the war's end has been finalized, we'll be leaving the organization and hit the road."

".... wait what-"

So when everything was said and done, he left with you, though traveling together wouldn’t last long when you met up with Zephyrus Shash-

“Wait, let me get this straight, you’re leaving to go elsewhere and want me to take care of him while you’re gone?”

“Listen, I know it’s quite a bit to ask but there’s something I need to take care of-“

“It’s about It right?”

“…”

“I thought so” They sigh, “fine, I’ll look after the kid for you, but you better not take too long, I’m not exactly the ‘caretaker’ type”

“Thanks Shash, it means a lot.”

So Lynal was now left in the care of Shash, not that he understood the situation…

“Uhm.. Shash?”

“Yeah?”

“Why did she leave me with you? And what did you mean by ‘it’?”

“Oh she didn’t tell you?”

“No..?”

“… I see. Then ask her about it when she gets back, it’s her business to divulge, not mine.”

“Oh.. alright.” he still didn't understand.

They traveled together for many years, with Shash acting as his mentor and help him perfect the abilities he was given. If there was one word Lynal could describe Shash with, it would be strange. He didn't understand how this was the person Tea would trust with her life... at least in hindsight. The more time he spent with Shash, the more he began to understand Tea just a little more. Despite being a literal part of her, he didn't actual know much about her. She was kind and caring towards him, but she rarely answered any questions he had about her, and even when she did, she would give a halfhearted response. And it wasn't until they decided to stop at a town, they would meet her again.

This town had a focus on innovation and invention, and was where they reunited with Tea once more. She had changed her Identity to someone by the name Lunelle Actias and worked as an inventor. How she hadn't aged despite being human was confusing to say the least, and her reason being there is once again, never explained to him, and the questions he asked, were all answered vaguely finally concluding with: "I'll tell you when it's right."

Lynal changed his name to Mark Actias and Shash to Salem Actias. Later that year, Mimi was created as an experiment by Tea, a doll with a a bit of her soul, a mischievous spirit.

It was definitely one Lynal's most lively event in his life, with the bustling city and people getting from here to there.. He decided to work at the local library in the meantime, becoming friends with the elderly librarian and finding new interesting stories to read.

Mimi was also a huge handful for him. Chaos wrap in a cute package, and with a mind too smart for her own good as she'd cook up elaborate pranks that bordered on legality, he often had to keep an eye on her.

Tea had also changed somewhat, bustling from here to there with her ideas and work, it was almost shocking how Lynal stayed sane that whole time.

Finally after an incident concerning an attack to a blimp during the Inventor's Exhibition, Tea comes out to explain the whole story of the reason to their creation, and the oneṘ̵̝̗͖͙̪̞̃̐̑͊̍̕È̷͚͖͕͍̳͈́͘͠Ḏ̶̼̦̪̞̖͛̒͜͝Â̵̛̝̲͔͓̮̄͐̀͑̂̽̒̓Ĉ̵̮̗͕̟̬̯̻̲̙̰̀̓̕͝T̸̡͖̯̐̾͗͜E̴̜͔̟̺̟̗̅͘D̵̥͚̮͇̘̦͖̠̳́ͅ

They spent a few years in that town before moving once again, with Shash going their own separate way from the group.

They get on a train to head to a new town to finally settle. Which leads to present day.

"MIMI. Did you put soup into my tea?"

"What are you talking about you can't taste-"

"I can SMELL it!"

(again if any of y'all have questions feel free to ask! <3)

[faggotry-enjoyer]

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[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Father's Gifts

by Katlover98

Turns out, Sheila Haywood is an even bigger liar than anyone knew.

Willis Todd wasn’t the one who got her pregnant (although she still left Jason with him), she had a one night stand with another man at the same time she was seeing Willis. She never learned his name but she hadn’t really cared at the time.

She probably should have, since Jason inherited some particular traits from him… such as only being halfway successful with dying as a teenager (but hey, at least he made it a year longer than his bio dad by halfway dying at 15 instead of 14!) and having a part of their teenhood spent as a hero/vigilante.

https://ift.tt/g6boiQ5

Or the one where Danny is Jason's bio dad, Jason still doesn't know how he came back to life (for now), and Sheila is a creep

Words: 3005, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of DC x DP Tumblr Prompt fills

Fandoms: Danny Phantom, Batman - All Media Types, Red Hood and the Outlaws (Comics)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Characters: Danny Fenton, Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Clockwork (Danny Phantom), Sheila Haywood, Danny Fenton's Parents, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne

Additional Tags: Dubious Consent, Implied/Referenced Dubious Consent, Older Woman/Younger Man, Character Death, dont worry he gets better, The Fentons A+ Parenting, Alcohol, Past Child Abuse, Halfa Jason Todd, Ghost King Danny Fenton, Danny is Jason's father, Dc x dp, DP X DC, Batfamily (DCU), Protective Batfamily (DCU), Resurrected Jason Todd, Episode: s02e19 I Only Have Eyes For You, Oh God Yes, that doesn't stop me from writing in this fandom, Don't copy to other sites

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/44390266

[invalidater]

hello! i’m yul, 21, she/her and here is my beloved dirtbag junjae!!! i haven’t joined a tumblr rp in a really really long time so pardon my rusty writing. but i love a good murder mystery and i’m very excited to get to know all of you! (hopefully you are too?) i’ve done up junjae’s about and bio here but i’ll include a tl;dr about him under the cut as well! i haven’t gotten a plots page up yet but i’d love to brainstorm! leave a like or anything if you’d like to chat and i’ll get back to u asap. yes!!!!!! i have dc so if u prefer that feel free to msg me anytime at Childe#8698! 

han junjae, third year photography + business administration student, absolute idiot

comes from a wealthy background - raised in gangnam, he’s the second son of the han family, they own the successful tech firm hanrang tech

he has an older brother who’s the golden child and set to be the next chairman, meanwhile his parents never paid much attention to him bc his older brother already fulfilled all the criteria they need from a child. he doesn’t really mind tho cuz that means he’s not subject to the same expectations they hold his brother to and he can do whatever he wants (just kidding he’s a grade a attention seeker. see next point)

got shipped off to mugunghwa after he stole his older brother’s girlfriend for the lolz and kinda ruined his relationship with his family - not that it was great in the first place

sleeps his way through class, copying his answers from others. has probably the crappiest gpa in mugunghwa. it’s honestly a wonder how he made it in in the first place - he chose his majors on a whim and isn’t particularly passionate about anything. to date, the portfolio that helped him get into mugunghwa still contains the best photos he’s ever taken (and he’s satisfied with that tbh, he has no intention of pushing himself to improve). now he does the bare minimum for every assignment. he’s the type of guy you would pray to never get in ur group bc he would not gaf about helping

he’s used to living life lavishly but ever since he moved to mugunghwa he’s had to grapple with no longer having a bank account with seemingly unlimited funds to turn to (his father cut him off, only his mother sends a small amount every month now). so you’ll see him talking big like “hmm i feel like having steak today” and getting chased out of the restaurant when the cashier realises he doesn’t have enough to pay. he’s blacklisted from at least 5 restaurants in mugunghwa for this reason lol

doesn’t really care about much, will promise you something and immediately break it 20 seconds later. messed up moral compass tbh, he’ll do anything to have a good time

member of the howlites (but he skips practice all the time so he’s on the verge of getting kicked out tbh) and lead singer of miss tate (ya he likes rock music... is a little too relaxed about the band, which probably gets on the other members’ nerves?) 

he’s unabashedly confident about everything, even things he’s obviously crap about. would flirt with anyone and everyone within a 50-metre radius regardless of what he thinks of them/they think of him. knows how to manipulate things to get what he wants but he’s also an idiot so this isn’t necessarily foolproof since most people manage to see past his tricks

a serial clubber. if there’s one complaint jj has about the small town of mugunghwa, it’d be that it doesn’t have as great of a nightlife scene as itaewon. he wants to own a club in the future lol (who knows how realistic of a goal that is given his lack of business acumen - or common sense)

sorry this tl;dr ended up being too long after all

[delcakoo]

Hi baby!!

Yah Y'all can't handle this Y'all don't know what's about to happen, baby Team 10 Los Angeles, Cali boy But I'm from Ohio though, white boy (Jacob Paul)

It's everyday bro With the Disney channel flow Five mill' on YouTube in six months Never done before Pass all the competition, man Pewdiepie is next

Man, I'm poppin' all these checks Got the brand new Rolex And I met the Lambo too And I'm coming with the crew This is Team 10, bitch Who the hell are flippin' you? And you know I kick them out If they ain't with the crew

Yeah, I'm talking about you You beggin' for attention Talking shit on Twitter too But you still hit my phone last night It was 4:52 and I got the text to prove And all the recordings too Don't make me tell them the truth

And I just drop some new merch And they're selling like a God church Ohio's where I'm from We chew 'em like it's gum We shooting with a gun The tattoo's just for fun Ah you say boat and run Catch me at game on I cannot be outdone Jake Paul is number one

It's everyday bro It's everyday bro It's everyday bro I said it is everyday bro!

You know is Nick Crompton And my collar stay poppin' Yes, I can rap And no, I'm not from Compton England is my city And if you work for Team 10 Then the US would be shitty I'll pass it to Chance 'Cause you know he stay litty

Two months ago You didn't know my name And now you want my fame? Bitch, I'm blowin' up I'm only going up Now, I'm going off I'm never fallin' off

Like Magg, who? Digi who? Who are you? All these beefs I just ran through Hit a milli' in a month Where were you?

Hatin' on me back in West Thinking need to get your shit straight Jakey brought me to the top Now, we really poppin' off Number one and number four That's why these fans all at our door It's lonely at the top So we all goin' We left Ohio

Now the trio's all rollin' It's Team 10, bitch We back again, always first, never last We the future, we'll see you in the past

It's everyday bro It's everyday bro It's everyday bro I said it is everyday bro!

Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on Can we switch the language? We 'bout to hit it Sí, lo único que quiero es dinero Trabajando en YouTube todo el día entero Viviendo en U.S.A El sueño de cualquiera Enviando dólares a mi familia entera

Tenemos una persona por encima Se llama Donald Trump y está en la cima Desde aquí te cantamos Can I get my VISA? Martinez Twins, representando España Desde la pobreza a la fama

It's everyday bro It's everyday bro It's everyday bro I said it is everyday bro!

Yo, it's Tessa Brooks The competition shook These guys up on me I got 'em with the hook Let me educate ya And I ain't talking book Panera is your home? So stop calling my phone

I'm fly like a drone They buying like a loan Yeah, I smell good Is that your boy's cologne?

Is that your boy's cologne? Started ballin' quick and loans Now I'm in my flippin' zone Yes, they all copy me But, that's some shitty clones Stay in all designer clothes And they ask me what I make I said it's ten with six zeroes

Always plug, merch link in bio And I will see you tomorrow 'cause It's everyday bro Peace!

Doctor sorry, baby Jake Paul

I love you ♡

I CANT 😭 ATP THIS IS OUR SONG. WE NEED TO MAKE SURE TO NEVER SHOW OUR DMS TO ANYONE ITS GENUINELY TERRIFYING 🧌🧌🧌

anyways i love u too wifey 🫶🫶

[thegrimalldis]

1) Meredith is drop dead gorgeous literally a Cora copy/paste just blonde she’s the spitting image of Eliza too

2) Mere is a tough cookie I would not want to mess with her I felt Helena Grimalldi’s presence in that courtroom when she dressed down opposing counsel

3) Zola’s son is HOTTTTT I know Chris isn’t his daddy but he looks like him anyway 😂 Cute that he’s a lawyer just like his dad. He and Meredith have more similarities than they realize. I’m guessing this is before Mere leaves corporate law and enters the non-profit world

4) Bio dad just stopping her on the street 😵‍💫

Mere is a tough cookie like her great grandma!! And ugh, she does look like her mom amd grandma Eliza 🥺

Matteo is very good looking 🔥 and yes, this is before she leaves corporate law and starts her own non profit firm! You have a good memory nonnie! ❤️

[suvidrache]

An argument suddenly becomes sexual Dabi

Hard To Love

age in bio when interacting. minors do not interact.

Word Count: 612 | Read it on AO3 | Masterlist

His personality was as fiery as his quirk was. You were the opposite. You were kind and caring. Very rarely did you both fight. You both found a way to make things work and worked things out. There was never a time when things didn't work. It had been a hard time getting to know him and getting close to him. He wasn't trusting of others due to his past. He preferred to keep to himself and not let anyone into his life. It was better that way. He wasn't going to get hurt again. Yet, there was something about you that pulled him into you. Something that sets you apart from everyone else. When he fell for you, he fell harder for you than he did for anyone else he had ever met before. You never once thought about leaving him. You wanted him as much as he wanted you.

“Why don't you just mind your own damn business?”

You blinked. You couldn't think of a response. You were at a loss for words.

“Why won't you let me into your life?”

He tilted his head back and looked up at the ceiling. He turned away and pressed his head against the wall.

You took a hesitant step closer. Another one. You were inches away. You placed a comforting hand on his arm. Your hand shook as it made its way to his arm.

“I don't want to get hurt again.”

“I won't hurt you. I promise.” You said quietly. 

“That's what everybody else says, but they all betray me in the end.”

“I haven't left you. I'm not going to.” You said in a desperate attempt to convince him. You were never really convincing, but you still tried.

He closed his eyes, and a brief smile appeared on his face. You couldn't see it, but you still kept your hand on his arm. He turned toward you; his eyes met yours. He gently took your face in his hand and brought you closer to him. His lips met yours, and you kissed him back. You weren't afraid of him. Sure, he had a quirk that could kill you. You knew he wouldn't hurt you, and you trusted him. You didn't flinch when he took your face in his hand. The kiss deepened, and your hands touched his abs. His hand moved away from your chin, and gently, his fingertips brushed the curve of your neck. You shuddered at the slight touch of him. His hand found your waist, and he held you close. While your hands made their way up under his shirt, his hand slipped beneath your shirt, and he slid your shirt higher up your body. You separated, and you took your shirt off while he removed his. His hand was pressed against the wall. Your eyes met his.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” He asked with his voice low.

“Yes, do you?” 

“Yes.”

His hands worked to remove the rest of your clothes, as well as his. He took his hardened length in his hands and stroked himself a few times, letting out a moan as he did. His fingers found their way to you, and he stroked/rubbed you a few times. You were already wet, and he simply smirked. He lifted you off the ground and aligned himself with your hole. Your arms are wrapped around his neck. He slid himself into you, and you let out a moan. His hands grasped your hips as he slowly began to move back and forth. He took his time as he began to slowly pick up speed, going harder and faster as he did.

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