#also sorry to people who actually know about firearms

[hwathwugu]

Gale Dekarios

Gunsmith and sharpshooter. Wanted by the patent office for Breaking and Entering, Intellectual Property Theft, and more.

#art #fanart #digital art #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 gale #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #bg3 western au #professor dekarios #kind of #gun tw #tw gun #also sorry to people who actually know about firearms #I gave it a shot *ba dum tshhh* but it was mostly guesswork #1k

[ailelie]

I want a Leverage/Stargate crossover in which Parker, Hardison, Eliot, and Sophie all know about Stargate and all think they are the only ones who know.

Eliot is easy. He worked for them. He's been off world and has seen aliens up close. He doesn't want that danger anywhere near his team and, if they knew aliens were real, they would seek them out.

Parker, pre-Leverage, was once going to steal from a goa'uld. She's hidden away and safe, but sees the goa'uld change hosts or similar. It is one of the few times she walked away without her score. She still stole something, just not what she had gone for. She also neatly accepted that mind controlling snake monsters are real and that made her much more accepting of the impossible and, weirdly, less afraid in general. Nothing beats a mind controlling snake monster.

Hardison hacked his way into the mountain base while setting up in Portland. He didn't go in deep; he was just looking for something cute and Santa related for Parker. Instead, he found a mission report some idiot had sent in via email. The report had video. Brutal video. He watched. Three times. And then bought himself a new computer solely to hack deeper and figure out if what he saw was real or fake. It was real. He was thrilled--space ships and aliens were real! He was terrified--space ships and aliens were real and not very friendly. He wanted no part of that.

Sophie conned her way into a dinner with military officials. It wasn't even for a job. She was just bored and wanted to test out her skills. (Part of her also wanted to get caught. Part of her post-Nate was a bit self-destructive). She found a man fuming and lent a listening ear. With a bit of alcohol and a lot of pretending to know more than he did, she learned about the Stargate program. She locked that knowledge up deep, ready to wield it if ever needed.

And then, one day in New Orleans, SGC comes knocking for Eliot. It is one of the times that Hardison is home with them. Eliot is cooking and Hardison and Parker are teasing him in the kitchen. Harry is out. Breanna is working to undo a virus Hardison created for her as a challenge.

Then, say, Cameron Mitchell walks in. Eliot glances over from where he's cooking at the stove and says, "No. Turn around. Walk away."

Hardison has gone still. He remembers Cameron's face from the reports he read and watched. "How do you know Eliot?" he asks.

"We used to work together."

Hardison turns to Eliot, eyes wide. "Eliot?"

"Better question," Eliot says, turning off the heat. "How do you know Mitchell here?"

"Someone has to keep an eye on what the government is doing," Hardison vamps, part of him still hoping to end this conversation without Parker learning about the spaceships and aliens.

"Dammit Hardison."

By this time, Parker has hopped off the counter and walked up to Cameron to get a better read on him. She also nicks his wallet and firearm. "Catch," she calls to Eliot as she tosses the firearm to him.

"Parker!" Eliot chastises as he snatches the gun. "Don't throw firearms."

She shrugs. "I knew you'd catch it."

This is the first time Cameron has looked wrongfooted this entire time. "What?"

"Cameron Mitchell," Parker reads from his ID. "Airforce."

Cameron swipes it back from her. Parker lets him. As she turns, she catches Breanna's eye and gestures to her ear.

Breanna pulls out of the code she was working on and starts looking for any foreign frequencies to find out who is talking to Mitchell.

Sophie, who has been watching quietly this entire time and noting Cameron's military standing, takes into account his actual division and the ways Eliot and Hardison are acting and clearly talking around something. She decides to make a gamble.

"Does this have anything to do with the Stargate program?"

Eliot, Hardison, and Cameron all freeze and look at her.

"I'm sorry, ma'am," Cameron says, "But how do you know about the Stargate program."

Sophie offers him a beatific smile. "People do talk--" she pauses and gives him a searching look "--commander is it? Interesting that the commander himself came to talk." She turns to Eliot. "This might be important."

Cameron spins to Eliot. "Did you tell her?"

Eliot crosses his arms. "I've not said anything."

Parker raises her hand. "What's the Stargate Program?

Hardison is the first to speak up. "It is a secret program that deals with threats from space."

"Like aliens?" Breanna asks, continuing to hack into Cameron's comms. She's surprised by the layers of protection.

"Yes."

"Okay," Breanna mutters. "Cool. So aliens are real."

Parker raises her hand again.

"You don't need to raise your hand, Parker," Eliot mutters into his hand.

"Are any of these aliens mind controlling snake monsters who like Egyptian antiquities?"

Now every eye is on her.

"Yes," Cameron says, stretching the word out. "How?"

Parker just hops back up onto the counter. "I stole from one."

"Did she just say she stole from one?" A woman's voice plays from Breanna's corner.

"So I've hacked their comms," Breanna says.

Cameron nearly growls in frustration. This was not how this was supposed to go.

"Why don't you invite the rest of your team in?" Sophie says. "Eliot, will we have enough food?"

Eliot rolls his eyes and turns back to the stove. He turns the heat back on and gives his dish a stir. "I was making enough for leftovers. We'll be fine."

"Who are you people?" Cameron asks. "I mean, I've read your files, but--"

"Oh, how did you like those?" Hardison asks. "Beauties, aren't they?"

"You forged your records?" Cameron asks, his tone flat.

Sophie touches his elbow and guides him to a seat. "When you've taken over a small country, darling, paperwork is child's play."

Cameron looks at her, sees she isn't lying, and laughs. "Okay. Fine." He calls his team in. They'll have dinner. And then they'll discuss saving the world.

#sg-1 #leverage #fic i want to read #not!fic #this got away from me

[howtofightwrite]

Sorry if this is an odd question but my intro to this blog was a post about invisibility and how it affects combat. This query is also a bit wordy too.

Say there's this super-powered person whose ability is that you forget them after breaking sight of them and only remember the person along with the instances of meeting them after seeing the person again.

- There's a brief period where a person still retains their memory for 6 seconds before the amnesia hits.

- By contrast, the process of remembering them is immediate.

- Looking at them in photographs, video footage, and reflections follow the same rules.

- Obscuring themselves like wearing masks or something also doesn't affect how it works. They cannot turn the ability off.

How difficult would it be to fight against something like that?

My first thought is the Arcane background from Mage: The Ascension. Though, in the case of Arcane, it also tended to wipe out physical records of the Mage in question. At low levels, other characters would remember the mage existed, but details would become fuzzy, and records of the Mage's existence, would become harder to track down. An example was that if your character had a pink mohawk, witnesses would be able to say, “oh, yeah, it was that guy with the hair,” but wouldn't be able to remember anything more specific than that. Photos, school or work records, would go missing. With a high enough Arcane score, video cameras would fail to reveal the Mage, you couldn't take their finger prints, because the cards would go missing almost as soon as you took your eyes off them.

Arcane was an extremely powerful utility option for a mage, but it didn't have a lot of combat applications. And, that's kind of what you've set up here. At high enough levels (well beyond what normal mages would ever reach), it would even become a significant advantage for stealth, as people wouldn't even notice the mage was present, and then proceed to hit them with their cars. That last part isn't, really, a joke, as that was a downside for characters with a staggering number of points in the background, and by that point they'd lost the ability to voluntarily turn off the ability. Normally characters would cap out at 5 dots for their backgrounds, the 6 to 10 dots are extremely potent, but actually create a kind of horrific situation where the mage is progressively less able participate in the world.

So, some weird quirks with your version. It wouldn't directly affect combat, but it would make it a lot easier for the character to break and escape from combat. However, the instant recollection means that if your character was spotted, even momentarily, after they escaped, then their enemies would immediately set off an alarm, and might even jump straight to shooting at them, while they tried to escape.

The amnesia (especially if firearms are involved) would likely create a bit of confusion in the moment that would make escaping even harder. Their foes wouldn't know what they were looking for, but they also wouldn't be worried about advancing on the position they were just firing on. While that's exploitable, that's also extremely dangerous for your character.

If the scope of the power was fully understood, an antagonist, with henchmen armed with HUD systems, could just flash a small image of your character onto their HUD every four or five seconds to, “refresh,” their memory, and effectively negate it.

With the perspective of having known multiple individuals who have issues with impaired object permanence, your character is going to have an extremely lonely life. They can't be in a relationship with someone, because, literally, six seconds after they walk out the door, their romantic interest will kick their mental status back over to single. Again, speaking from personal experience, that's fucking rough.

They may have more casual friends, but it's going to be a case where they literally only matter to someone while they're in the room. Which, again, that's a pretty demoralizing way to live your life.

Worse, your character probably can't hold down a job, meaning they're going to be in a rough situation financially. I mean, it's pretty hard to land a job if the recruiter forgets you exist 6 seconds after you walk out the door, and even if you land the position, it's going to be pretty hard to get on the schedule if your manager has 6 seconds to put you down for a shift, before they forget about you completely.

Ultimately, yeah, this wouldn't help that much in a fight, you're unlikely for the ability to function during combat. It might help escape from pursuers. But the psychological costs would be astronomical. So, you know, it's a good idea to play with, but this is more of a utility power than a combat focused one. And the implications of it are absolutely soul crushing.

-Starke

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#writing reference #writing advice #writing tips #how to fight write #starke answers #urban fantasy

[uselesslexbian]

bottoms (2023) sentence starters.

we've looked like shit for years, and we are developing.

we're finally hot. at least, according to me.

nobody's going to want to fuck me this year, just like nobody wanted to fuck me last year or the year before.

i've been building tension.

i'm playing the long game with her, okay?

what the fuck happened to her?

that made me so sad. what?

i don't need this negative, really sad attitude. please.

what the fuck are you wearing?

nobody hates us for being gay. everyone hates us for being gay, untalented, and ugly.

oh my god, she ate shit is what happened.

she ate literal shit? what the fuck?

or did you get beat up again?

yeah, we went to juvie.

i don't want to say it, but we're fucked!

why do you always have to flirt with other women?

it doesn't count if they're not in high school.

would you like a safety ride?

i'm sorry that i looked at mrs. reilly and lightly grazed her left tit, alright?

don't talk to me, you ugly bitch, okay? i do not talk to girls in overalls.

okay, i might be ugly, but these aren't overalls.

you're being really mean right now.

i heard you, like, beat up my boyfriend last night?

maybe i SHOULD buy a gun.

what? don't buy a gun. nobody said buy a gun.

guys do that all the time, okay? that's the point of feminism.

that's not the point of feminism. you also don't care about feminism.

why would you lie to me?

so you killed a girl?

i know how to take a punch.

i was thinking, if they were coming at me with, like, swords and, like, knives, and like, guns and stuff, and you taught me how to punch like that, then i wouldn't die.

can i be honest? you're a person who's not coping with what's going on.

sometimes, when you have a new hobby, don't show up.

that's my favorite way to be an ally. you just say you're doing something, and then you don't do any of those things.

my dad left me, and i'm incredibly punctual.

i'm gonna finally reverse-stalk my stalker.

i'll be able to kill my stepdad.

i love talking about my trauma.

i literally jack off after every single therapy session.

yeah, well, all women are hot to me.

we had to just, like, fight people, sometimes to the death.

i still hear their screams at night, and that guilt will probably shackle me forever.

i realize now, i don't have to be that person anymore. i don't have to just let things happen to me.

i just get the hot people confused. jesus.

i can't answer that question, because i don't know how to read.

no, i would never cheat on you again, okay?

what about, like, a bomb? like a super small bomb. they're super easy to make.

yeah, let's do terrorism.

don't get distracted, 'cause we can be fined like $2 for this.

i really value when people use violence and raise their voices for me. it's actually one of my love languages.

no, leave the skin on his face, will you?

i'm not a fucking idiot. i just look like this.

man, i knew women were evil.

all of the blame just goes on me, then? like, none of this can be traced back to you at all?

i didn't want to do this from the beginning. you know that.

does it even matter? do you even care? do you actually like her? do you care about anyone other than yourself?

do you care about anyone other than yourself?

just find some other girl to jack off to and do nothing about.

if you don't wanna borrow firearms, then why are you here?

sorry, people didn't know you're gay?

i never had many friends, and that's sad. and as i've gotten older in this world, it's just gotten more sad.

okay, well, obviously, why would you lay it out like that? because it sounds insane.

i'm sorry for saying that you have no friends really loud in front of all of your friends.

i'm sorry for being an asshole a lot of the time. most of the time. all of the time.

that is obviously a red flag. are we not reading that as a red flag? that's crazy.

oh, now you want a bomb.

in your fucking dreams, which you don't deserve to have. when you sleep, it should just be like, total darkness.

i do want to say... i feel like you killed that guy.

we killed a lot of guys. we'll process it later.

you didn't have to start a whole fight club just to date me. you could have just talked to me.

#rp meme #rp ask meme #rp starters #rp prompts #ask meme #roleplay memes

[marmie-noir]

Missed Shots and Apricot Kisses

Okay as someone with experience in competitive shooting Mitch's lesson cracked me up and I just love this man.

TW: Firearms, smut, no actual penetration though. Mild drug use (Apricot jelly)

The ring of a shot had me glancing over, seeing the dust puff on the barrel, showing whoever had finally squeezed a trigger had clearly missed the bottles lined up on the odd number of barrels before us. I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose, not even drawing my gun yet. This was a fucking nightmare, it had to be. 

I glanced down the line of people. The entire staff of that weed store Dwight basically took over stood in a loose formation, paired with his driver. It was a sorry bunch of people. Also didn’t help that Tyson was holding his gun sideways.

“Fucking christ.” I grumbled, pulling my hair up into a ponytail as Mitch stepped forward. “All right fellas- and lady.” He paused, looking at Grace who looked like she’d been made to swallow a live lizard. I watched Mitch, seeing him do that frustratingly attractive move where he turned his hat backwards after smoothing his hair back. He grabbed his gun from the back of his pants where it had been tucked into his belt, lifting it. “You hold the gun in your hand,” He said, showing the weapon in question, as if needing to clarify what a gun was. “You bend your knees.” He patted his thigh before doing just that, adjusting his stance to have both hands on the weapon. “You use your other hand to steady it. You place the target in between the sights, and then you slowly and calmly pull back on the trigger.”     

When he was finished speaking he shot, the sound of glass exploding making me glance over at the barrels, unsure how to feel about the situation. After we’d been shot at, and Dwight admitted it might not be a one off, it was brought up that the rest of the employees might actually benefit from some firearm training. I was a pass, obviously, but there was no way I was missing this. Teacher Mitch was a little aggressive and it was kind of hot, but I was getting a headache from just how helpless all the other men seemed to be. 

“You do not fucking jerk it!” He snapped, lowering the gun to look down the line of men who all seemed almost afraid of the firearm in their hands. He walked back behind the line, tucking the weapon into his belt once more. “Let’s go again.” 

I moved behind the line of men, stopping to stand next to Mitch, looking up at him and Dwight both. There were a number of shots, and an equal number of the metallic 'tings' echoing of the barrels being hit. No glass shattering. It made me let out a long sigh through my nose. Dwight caught Bohdi not even holding the gun right and went to talk to him, leaving me with Mitch. I hooked a finger in one of his belt loops, looking up at him with a little frown. 

He glanced down at me, arms crossed, before his expression softened slightly. “I know.” He murmured, reaching up to smooth the hair back from my forehead, pressing a quick kiss there before walking over to join Dwight behind Bohdi. 

I glanced over at where Clint and Fred seemed unsure. Stepping forward I flashed them both a smile. I knew I didn’t look threatening, a woman in a too large hoodie and shorts, hair tied back to keep it out of my face. My whole life I'd been looked over because of my appearance, non threatening, but that worked in my favor most times.

“You gotta remember to breathe. A lot of people hold their breath when they shoot, and it causes a bunch of issues.” “You can shoot?” Fred asked, not in a way that made me think he was questioning my ability because of my appearance but rather out of genuine surprise. 

“Yeah.” I said with a small nod. “Yeah, pretty good too. C’mon, hold and lift it with your dominate hand, cup the grip with your non-dominant hand, and let out a slow breath as you pull the trigger.” 

I left the two with that advice, trailing after Mitch. My feet slowed when I saw Mitch, frustrated, pull out his gun and start to shoot a few of the bottles while saying “Wassup” with each pull of the trigger. I blinked, raising my brows before glancing down to hide my smile. Probably something to do with the stupid way Tyson seemed to insist on holding the gun. He was going to snap his wrist if he really shot like that, but he had to learn somehow. 

Another round of pops and the sound of glass shattering had me leaning forward to peek around Mitch, seeing Grace hitting every single shot. My brows rose higher and I felt another smile teasing at my lips, raising a hand to cover it as I watched the only other girl represent. I exchanged a glance with Mitch, winking at him, making him roll his eyes as he and Dwight moved to speak to her. 

I spent the next few minutes trying to convince Bodhi to at least hold the gun correctly, even with the safety on. He was so uncomfortable, looking at me with a frown, as if wanting me to take the gun out of his hands. I shook my head, flashing him a bright grin, refusing to fall for the kicked puppy look he kept trying to use on me. 

“Darlin’, we are going.” Mitch called, making me pull away from Bodhi and move to his side instead. I bumped my hip against his, heading to the passenger seat of the truck. I hopped in as he got into the driver seat, turning it on and pulling out of the warehouse we had been shooting in. 

“That was…” I trailed off, unsure what to call it. 

Mitch sighed, nodding and fixing his hat, pulling it off and running a hand through his hair before tugging it back on the right way. “Fucking horrible.” “Yeah.” I said, sighing with a little frown. I looked over at him, crossing my legs and twisting a ring around my left index finger. “How fucked are we? Scale of one to ten?” “We aren’t fucked honey, just gotta think outside the box.” He reassured, large hand settling on my bare thigh and squeezing. “Dwight had some good ideas, and I know some boys. It’ll be okay.” “If you say so.” I said, not sounding the most confident. I waited a few seconds before asking something that had been on my mind for awhile. “Dwight said something about a casino. What is he gonna do to the bar, Mitch?” Mitch glanced over at me, his other hand firmly on the steering wheel as he pulled out into the main road. The truck was old but well loved, one of those all metal ones from the ‘good ol’ days’ some would say. A good farm truck that did it’s job and was still running. 

“Well, the bar is on Cherokee land.” He said and I nodded, knowing that already. “We are going to have Jimmy get a casino license, as he qualifies. We’ll get the bar redone, put in a casino, a stage, modernize a little bit more. It’ll be an easy way to wash cash and earn a bunch all at the same time.” 

It was a solid plan, I could see the validity in it. “But… Jimmy doesn’t own the bar. You do.” 

“Well… I would have to transfer ownership to his name.” “Mitchell Keller.” I said, head snapping to look over at him. His hand tightened on my thigh and I sighed, forcing myself to relax back against the seat. I let the silence linger a few moments before shrugging. “It’s your bar, Mitch. And if this is what you wanna do, you know I’ll support it. I just don’t like it. How Dwight is comin’ in and changing so much. I don’t want to see you getting hurt in the crossfire.” “I know, darlin’. But I’m not stupid. I have plans in place, and this will set us both up for awhile.” He squeezed my thigh once more, thumb brushing against the sensitive skin there. “I promise I’m not blinded by money or anything like that. It’ll be okay.” I settled my hand over his on my thigh, fingers brushing against his knuckles before falling down to trace the rings on his fingers. “Okay.” I murmured, heart pounding in my chest when he mentioned setting ‘us’ up for awhile. Mitch and I hadn’t really had a conversation defining our relationship, not that I needed one, but sometimes I did wonder what exactly Mitch would consider was going on between us. It didn’t feel casual but I also wasn’t really fishing for a ring. “That’s my girl.” He praised, smiling at me before refocusing on the road. 

I blushed but still huffed, nail tracing the bull insignia on one of his rings. “But if he tries to bring in strippers I’ll scoop his eyes out with a rusty fucking spoon.” Mitch just laughed, a good sound, and it made me crack a grin as well before rolling my eyes at him.  

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 “Sunshine?” I heard Mitch call out and glanced around the corner. The back door was open, only the screen door closed, giving away where he was. “C’mere.” He called out once more. I padded silently through the living room and towards the back door, running my fingers through my still damp hair. After working at the bar we had come home and I had snatched the first shower. 

Stepping onto the back porch I found Mitch relaxed back on the bench I often found myself occupying this late at night, one of his legs propped up on it, his hat low on his face as he flashed me a lazy smile. The familiar buzzing of the insects sounded, filling the silence, and he had a plate balanced on his thigh. It had some sort of orange tinted jelly in a little container, the plate covered in crackers. “Come try this.” He said, reaching out for me. I went happily, stepping closer and bending at the waist so he could slip a jelly covered cracker into my mouth, his free hand cupping my jaw gently. I hummed, licking my bottom lip and settling next to him, or trying to. With one hand he lifted the plate, the other grabbing my waist and pulling me into his lap, securing me in place with the same arm wrapping around my middle. “What is it?” I asked, tasting the sweet with an odd aftertaste. It was some kind of fruit but not what I was expecting, looking up at him curious. He looked good, relaxed with a little smile, blue eyes holding a warmth that was familiar now. I leaned against his chest, reaching up to straighten his hat with a grin. “Well, cowboy?” 

“Good, isn’t it?” He asked, voice low and holding a gravel tone that sent a zing of awareness up my spine, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip. I nodded, reaching for another one where he had set the plate down on the porch. “Got it from Jimmy. Apricot. Apparently there is a shit ton of weed in it.” That had me pausing, cracker slathered in the jelly, looking up at him surprised. Then I laughed, popping it into my mouth and chewing, covering my mouth with my hand. “That explains why you look half melted on this bench.” I teased, eyes fluttering closed as one of his hands slid up my spine to gently wrap around the back of my neck, massaging there. “How much did you have?” “Enough that you feel like heaven on me.” He said, accent a little thicker. 

“I normally don’t feel good?” I teased, leaning in a bit more, curious. Mitch and I had tiptoed around physical intimacy without any reason to do so. We were both adults, both clearly wanted the other. He was taking it slow and I decided to enjoy the ride. Yeah, he kissed me and grabbed at me, but it never went further. Not yet, anyway. “No, you normally drive me fucking crazy.” He drawled with that lazy smile. I returned it, finding him a mix of alluring and adorable. My hands slid up his chest to rest on his shoulders, adjusting how I was sitting to it was more straddling him. His belt buckle was cool where it pressed against my inner thigh, his body warm and solid under mine as I all but laid on him. I hadn’t put a bra on after my shower, wearing a loose enough shirt I hadn’t bothered to, leaving me to press more firmly against him. Mitch’s hand left my neck to go to the base of my spine, fingers sneaking under the hem of the shirt and sliding up. He traced my spine, the feeling of his skin on mine making me sigh happily, relaxing more against him. “Such a good girl. Always so soft and sweet for me.” He praised, the rumble of his voice vibrating against my chest. I leaned up, capturing his lips. He tasted like a mix of tobacco and apricot jelly, a surprisingly perfect mixture. It had me sighing happily, rolling my hips down, grinding against the front of his jeans. He groaned into the kiss as well, one hand lifting to weave into my hair as his other on my back pressed gently between my shoulder blades to get me closer. 

Mitch planted one foot on the bench, the other on the porch, rolling his hips up against mine. I gasped, feeling the hard press of his erection grinding against the crotch of the short cotton shorts I wore to sleep in. “Fuck, Mitch.” I whispered against his lips. He nipped at my bottom lip, humming happily at the sound of his name pulled from me in that needy tone. “I’ve gotcha, darlin’. Just relax, let me take care of you.” 

I listened, body going nearly boneless against him. Mitch Keller kissed me like he had all the time in the world. It started slow, with him controlling it as usual, using his hand in my hair to tilt my head the way he wanted as he tasted between my lips. His hands moved all over, touching me, one hand palming my bare breast under my loose shirt and the other pressing teasingly against my lower stomach, fingertips teasing the hem of my shorts. “This okay?” He breathed the question against my lips and I nodded, hips grinding forward, encouraging him to keep going. “Please.” That was enough for him to slip a hand down the front of my shorts, slipping further down until his fingertips met the slick arousal smeared against my panties. He circled my clit and I gasped, hips jumping at the stimulation before my hands fisted the front of his shirt, rocking against him. “Oh fuck.” “God damn darlin’, fucking soaked.” He near growled, thick fingers sliding further down and pressing against my soaked opening. I whimpered, grinding against his hand shamelessly, the two of us no longer kissing and just breathing the other’s air. He pressed, not slipping his fingers inside of me yet but making me let out a desperate little noise. “Fuck it.” I blinked open my eyes, unsure what on earth he was talking about before I was being moved. His hand left my shorts and I damn near squeaked as I was flipped, my back against the smooth wood of the bench, shoulders and head cradled by the pillow still soaked in his scent and warmth. 

Mitch was between my spread thighs, my shirt pushed up to right below my breasts, hands by my head as I looked up at him confused and flushed with arousal. He was licking at his fingers, his free hand grabbing at my hip before hooking into the shorts I still had one. 

“Can I go down on you, honey?” He asked, looking at me with those bright blue eyes. “Wanna make you cum.” My eyes widened, lips parting as I blinked at him before swallowing, giving him a nod. He rewarded me with a grin, reaching up to pull his hat from his head and slot it onto mine, his hands hooking into my shorts and panties, pulling them off in one move. 

It felt odd, exposing mostly, to be naked from the waist down on his back porch. But Mitch lived in the middle of nowhere so I wasn’t worried about anyone seeing us behind maybe a rare deer or snooping raccoon. 

The golden porch light lit up his hair like a halo, the gold looking near gleaming now, his bright blue eyes focusing between my legs as he settled down there. “Fucking hell baby, you are a mess.” He said, warm breath brushing against where I was most sensitive, making my thighs tense and try to pull closed. 

His big hands stopped that from happening, his warm tongue lapping the crease of my thigh before kissing over to my mound. The mix of his warm, wet tongue and the scratch of his mustache had me whimpering, hips lifting as much as I could with him grabbing my thighs, trying to get closer. “No no, sweetheart. Gonna enjoy this. Lay back, be a good girl for me. Tell me if I need to stop.” Mitch didn’t waste any time, diving right in. He licked me from opening to clit, moaning against my drenched pussy, my back arching like I’d been shocked. My hands found his hair, thankful he’d taken his hat off. I ground against his tongue, shameless, having thought about this at least a dozen times in the last week alone. 

“Don’t stop, please.” I managed to gasp out, working with him as he licked and sucked, pulling depraved noises from me that I hadn’t heard before. I wasn’t a virgin but I had never had such an intense connection with someone, and Mitch seemed to know what I needed before I did. 

The sound of him between my thighs was sin. He moaned and went in like he’d rather be nowhere else. His tongue pressed into me, nose bumping against my clit and putting a cry from me. One of my hands left his hair to squeeze my own breast. Mitch reached up, pushing my shirt up so he could see, bare breasts thrust up as I ground against his face while he got me closer and closer to where we both wanted me to be. My thighs brushed his cheeks, the prickle of his facial hair making me whimper. “Fingers. Mitch, please.” I gasped, hand in his hair tightening as I felt myself get closer. 

“Want the rings on, darlin?” He asked, lifting from his feast, showing what a mess I was making of him. Fuck if it wasn’t the hottest thing I’d ever seen. Mitch Keller between my thighs, face smeared in my arousal, pupils blown and lips parted.

I nodded, swallowing and panting, hips lifting to get him back down where I needed him. “Rings, yes, please.” I whimpered, wanting to feel them, feel him.     

“God you are so fucking pretty.” He praised, pressing a few kisses to my lower stomach when I felt the blunt tips of his fingers press against me. His middle finger pushed in first, testing how much I could take, before sliding in his ring finger as well. The rings pressed against my opening, cooler than his skin, the stimulation new and addictive. I moaned, thighs tightening around him, making a raw masculine chuckle leave him with his warm breath brushing against my lower stomach. “Such an impatient girl, don’t worry. I’m gonna take care of you.” He nipped at my thigh, getting a gasp from me before lapping at my clit. At the same time he crooked his fingers, searching for something. It took him a few times, fingers moving in and out slowly, before I felt his fingertips brush against that spot inside of me that had me clenching around him with a moan. “There it is.” He murmured more to himself than me, doubling down. His hand sped up, the wet sound of my greedy cunt almost unwilling to release his fingers when he pulled them out, grinding against his mouth as he teased my clit. “Mitch.” I moaned his name, thighs shaking, the tension in my lower stomach making me feel like I was going to explode. I was breathing hard, hot tears pricking the edges of my eyes, looking down at him with hungry eyes. He looked up, a wrecked noise leaving him when he saw me watching him back. “Close?” He asked, lifting his face slightly. I nodded, biting at my bottom lip hard and grinding against him. “Good, good fucking girl. Give it to me, baby. Be a good girl and cum on my tongue, squeeze my fingers the way I know you can, know you wanna.”

He sounded so good, felt even better. I had no choice. I came undone on his tongue, grinding against his face and fingers, hand in his hair tightening before simply holding him there. My thighs shook, lower stomach twitching, hips jumping with each flick of his tongue against my clit. I cried out, back arching, soft thighs brushing his cheeks once more if only to feel the prickle of his facial hair. 

I came down slowly, the soft press of kisses against my inner thighs making me blink back to the present. I was panting, blinking up at the roof of the back porch, a shiver of awareness reminding me that I was basically naked under Mitch outside under the stars and the half full moon. His big hands were sliding up and down my sides, murmurs of praise making me smile, a little empty headed still. I hummed happily as he kissed up my stomach, stopping to kiss the underside of each breast before leaning up to capture my lips in a slow, lazy kiss. Tasting myself on his tongue had me wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him down. He chuckled, breaking the kiss, hands on my bare middle, just feeling me below him. His hand slid up to pull my shirt back down, leaning back even as I whined to pull my panties back on. “What about you?” I asked, confused, voice soft as I watched him. 

“Me? Darlin’, that was for me.” He reassured with a cocky grin, leaning down to kiss me once more. 

Here is more Sunny and Mitch.

#fanfic #garrett hedlund #mitch keller #tulsa king #mitch keller fanfiction #garrett hedlund fanfiction #female oc #Sunny you lucky girl #Also I want to try that jelly so bad guys

[ad-hawkeye]

You can tag this under 50 Shades, but after I read this post from Hoyolab, hoyolab (.) com/#/article/19978642/, if this is true, I am very disappointed about this direction, though it is one I've seen coming. That being said, you've given your thoughts on the writing. In your ideal world, where would the cards post 2nd anniversary have gone, if you had to keep the general situation/environment, but could change up everything else about it?

holy fuck, the way i actually agree with everything in this post. here is the link for those curious, it's a fantastic read tbh.

a few of us in our tot discord have discussed this as well. here are a few brief snippets below.

sorry for the incoherent mess of thoughts below, words are Not coming easy HAHA.

but yeah... like the post said, barbie is a very good way of putting it.

i used to have the same issue with luke. i'm not a huge fan of characters being good at Too Many Things, especially when there's no flaws to balance it out. it really pulls me out of the story. so like. the more you try to impress me with a character, the less impressed i'll be. which. is why i haaaate artem's newer cards.

see, the thing is, the whole reason why i liked artem in the first place is because of how he felt like the down to earth option. he wasn't the childhood friend/undercover agent/detective/stem genius, he wasn't a ceo and son of the richest family in stellis, and he wasn't literal royalty. he was just a lawyer who worked with rosa. he was bad at talking to people. he was a bit of a homebody. he was LAME. completely inexperienced in romance. he was good at his job, but it was obvious he put all of his skill points into being a lawyer and no where else. his abilities with shooting and cooking were both important aspects to his character, but the skills hoyoverse added beyond that just baffle me.

he wasn't cool, but he was kind and genuine.

ever since second anniversary, there has been absolutely no consistency to artem's character whatsoever.

neil gets mentioned less and less even though he was a major part of artem's life AND character. neil was his father figure, since his parents were rarely, if ever, around. and yet, in recent cards, tot constantly goes out of its way to try and convince us artem's parents did nothing wrong. to add to that, we're lucky if neil is even mentioned.

in earlier cards, it was very clear artem was grieving neil's disappearance (see: entwined fate). it was also clear artem's childhood circumstances were extremely lonely and caused him to try and brush off the neglect because he didn't want to stress out his already busy parents (see: loving memories and his dreams of childhood sr)! earlier cards also hinted at traumatic events and a fear of firearms due to how dangerous neil's job as a lawyer was (see: focus fire).

but for god knows what reason, newer cards said well! fuck all of this! artem no longer gives one single shit about neil! also? honestly? the writers seem confused and disoriented by artem downplaying his childhood issues and just made it so he truly Had no issues with his childhood. which. ok. i guess.

in recent months, we have not had one single card where rosa and artem sit down to talk about how artem feels about neil's disappearance. one single card where artem even openly addresses any traumatic experiences. or emotional neglect in childhood.

remember when focus fire mentioned that a disgruntled mafia member held him and neil at gunpoint because he was pissed neil put everyone else in the gang behind bars?? no?? yeah, me neither! because it's never mentioned again! old tot content implies it was incidents like these, the general emotional neglect from his parents, and neil's disappearance that contributed to artem's closed off personality. but man, fuck that! for some reason!

this doesn't even touch upon artem's romantic and sexual inexperience, which has also been entirely undone. he's a sex god now, i guess.

and let us not forget how artem has learned and forgot the same lessons like, several times. artem did we not learn why jealousy and possessiveness are bullshit in atmospherics, por una cabeza, etc...??? are we really back at this again? and it's not even being addressed as a character flaw anymore? okay! okay. fine! whatever.

but okay. i'm getting off track. you asked me an entirely different question! where would i have liked to have seen the cards go? i think the cards following second anniversary are so... well, nothing that you could probably swap out the plots and avoid losing anything of importance.

honestly, i think artem's cards would have shined the best if they stuck to his original character. so when considering the confines we have now:

artem is extremely emotionally repressed. it'd take time for him to come out of his shell. and his early dating cards do begin like this! it's very endearing! several cards could focus on this progression as he becomes more comfortable and relaxed with rosa. progression into being engaged. living with someone for the first time. please.

rosa and artem's dynamic has like, vanished in recent cards. which is a goddamn shame, because their more comfortable dynamics in his railroad, revisiting youth, and snowfallen secrets cards are so charming! they joke around! artem's sense of humor pokes out! they act like real PEOPLE! they're silly! they're nerds! they're equals! i'd keep this dynamic instead of it just being artem flipping back and forth between sex god and "yes i will do whatever you want [insert player name here]"

neil. please, can we focus on neil. what being a lawyer means to artem. how neil influenced that. how artem feels about neil being gone, how artem feels about neil's possible betrayal of the nxx?? he could always have an arc of going through the stages of grief, or learning to look at things through a new lens. being sad neil won't be around for milestones. etc.

the incidents implied in focus fire. okay, being held at gunpoint is pretty uhhh fucking traumatic. did any other events happen bc of neil's status? his parents' statuses? is this why he is so emotionally repressed? is this why he takes the law so seriously?

his parents. can we stop acting like his parents did nothing wrong. please. his parents used to be portrayed under the "well meaning but ultimately very flawed" light, which i adored. it was grey. it was human. maybe artem could learn that it wasnt right of his parents to be so nonexistent in his life. his parents can still love him and make mistakes. maybe he could rebuild his relationship w his parents? maybe once he realizes what he went through wasn't normal, he can be angry, and work through it. idk! anything! please!

more focus on rosa. her studies. her exams. anything. her family. her past. her hobbies. her teaching artem something. rosa talking about her issues. pelase. Please.

it truly feels like his original writers got swapped out, and the new ones have no idea what artem's charm was in the first place. they have no idea how his character even works, so they're just desperately trying to attach Cool Hobbies to him bc they think he's more boring than the other boys when like. that's the fucking point, that IS his charm.

gosh this was so long and i'm sorry if it's like. UNREADABLE or if i totally missed the point but this was like. Freeing to type out. thank you for reaching out anon, it turns out i had more thoughts than i expected!! hope you're having a lovely day! : )

#tears of themis #artem wing #tot critical #fifty shades of artem #a lot of these started as nitpicks but w the newer cards it just keeps piling up and getting worse!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAA #feel like SHIT want entwined fate and focus fire back!!!!!!!!

[fantomette22]

👻👻👻I have seen your bingo for Simon the harrowed. But You said that you didn't have lots of hcs on him. What about now? Any hcs or thoughts you can share now?(i managed four times to send the ask)

Hi Odds! 👻

Indeed sorry but i still don’t have much on Simon (still have a few headcanons i can think of lmao)

First have the 2 ever drawings i did of him. One from july the and the other one from may of last year xD yep of my first bb drawings ahah.

Ok so yeah he’s quite a nuanced character that at the same time : intrigued me, touch me a lot emotionally ;-; , and that i kick the ass of in my 2nd playthrough.

🏹 I guess he’s s foreigner? He would come from a Persian/india type of country. (Yes i ask some friends really good in history what they thought of the weapon design and they told me it was probably that and also inspired by the kriss/kress from Indonesia & Pthumerian & Logarius have really similar weapon to it).

🏹 He’s really bad with firearm and hate the loud sound/ step back it cause. And he probably trained with bow since he was a kid.

🏹 Back where he came from, he was used of walk without shoes on sand etc so that don’t bother him after he become the harrowed.

🏹 He was a bit lost at first in Yharnam but wanted to joined the church hunters. (He arrived a few years after the hamlet thing). He met Ludwig who took him under his wing.

🏹 He prove himself and gained the trust of his superiors so he become a "harrowed" disguised himself as a mere beggar to detect symptoms of beasthood before people transformed. But then he become preoccupied who figure something was. weird... he needed to know what the church was hiding... what was their plan. Why take all this measures?

🏹 He did meet Maria a couple of times but didn't know her well. He know she used to be a hunter. But when he tried to gained some informations about the experiments or the church history + take a look at the archives she was really adamant to share anything. If she was around, poke in some papers is really the last thing you wanna do. (I mean it would be worst with other, you could get into trouble Simon!)

🏹 Actually, there was a time where Brador and him work together and it went well. Pretty ironic after knowing how that end...

🏹 Speaking of that: one day Gehrman disappear living a lot of his belonging at the workshop (some times after Maria passed away).. Laurence got worried and sent many people to try to find him. (Ludwig went into the underground, some people went at Byrgenwerth etc) and Simon & Brador (& maybe 1-2 other) were send next to a lost and abandoned hamlet next to the sea... they found him sitting on the shore. Exhausted, wet and cold but alive.

So that's why Simon become really curious towards the lost place and manage to find some papers that weren't destroyed and learn some dark secrets... That + what happened at the research hall some times earlier that definitely made him turn his back towards the church afterwards, he wanted to learn the truth and discovered what was behind everything. And perhaps managed to stop this entire mess. (+ the freaking Amygdala who died in the middle of Yharnam ahah)

🏹 I guess he might knew the 2nd harrowed guy (the one at the hamlet where we got the set.

🏹 He probably participate in killing Ludwig in real life 😢 he discover what happened but compared to Yamamura, Gratia etc either he wasn't put in a cell thanks to his status or he managed escape.

🏹 I am unsure how he ended up in the hunter's nightmare... an amygdala? He is dead in real life? hm...

Also could be funny if he's afraid of the dark and that's why he got a lantern ahah

And yep that's all for now. Probably forgetting lot of thing.

#bloodborne #bloodborne headcanons #simon the harrowed #my asks #my art

[legolasghosty]

Clearly Zombie Apocalypse AU ;D

Hah yesss!!! Okay, someone else asked about it too, so part 1 of this au is here!

Continuing on... (Gosh I'm so sorry for how long this is getting...sorryyyy ignore meeee! I'm just being weird!!!)

It takes them a few weeks into the whole apocalypse situation to find Willie. It's not for a lack of trying, Alex almost runs himself into the ghostly ground looking for him when he's not helping the Molinas. Turns out that Willie got stuck helping clear out the HGC when stuff first hit.

Caleb had been gone a lot before the zombies, and so he'd figured out a magical way to basically tie all of the ghosts he owned the souls of to the physical club location, on a very short leash. And well, rich people aren't really known for taking emergencies like spreading viruses or, say, a zombie apocalypse very seriously. Sooo what happens is that one zombie gets in, starts biting and infecting people, and suddenly you have a bunch of ghosts trapped with a ton of zombies in a fancy jazz club.

The ghosts can't get bit and infected, so eventually they manage to take them all out. And there end up being a handful of new ghosts from the people dying. But Caleb is still gone, so Willie and a few other ghosts figure out how to break into his office. They find all the contracts binding their souls and set em on fire. As soon as Willie knows that everyone at the club is going to be okay, he takes off to find Alex.

SOFT WILLEX REUNION!!!! He finds them in the middle of a supply run and Alex just freezes when he hears them call his name. Julie turns to ask him what's up and sees Willie too. And then Willex are hugging and Reggie is super excited and the adults are yelling at Julie that she can't just stand around, keep moving! Alex makes a joke about them being homophobic and Willie laughs and kisses him and it's just VERY CUTE AND SOFT OKAY?!

So then Willie joins the crew! Ray and Tia and Carlos are VERY confused as to who this fourth invisible person is that Julie is talking to all of a sudden. Julie's drawing skills come in handy, cause no one else has any idea what Willie looks like. Hey, they don't become visible when doing music with Julie, so...

Willie doodles around the edges of Julie's drawing of him to make it look like a wanted poster.

Willie is also really good with vehicles and tech. No one is really sure if that's cause of the ghost magic or if he's just really handy. Willie isn't sure either. But they become the mechanic of the gang!

SWITCHING GEARS, Flynn gets adopted into the crew almost immediately. Her parents were out of town on a business trip when everything started, so she's alone. The Molinas adopt her immediately. She pokes fun(and occasionally her sword) at the ghosts constantly. She takes to firearms rather quickly(which is only slightly terrifying...) and develops a taste for sniping.

And yes you read that right, Flynn also has a frigging sword. Her Mama was really into that kind of thing, so there was just... an actual sword, sharp and everything, on the wall of their house. Flynn isn't the best melee fighter, but that thing is NOT to be messed with. It's really pretty too, leather bound handle and the whole deal.

The only person other than Flynn that's allowed to touch it is Julie. Sometimes Julie will borrow it for a particularly large gang of zombies, since it tends to make faster work of the zombies than her usual arsenal. But it's special. Reggie keeps asking if it has a name. It does NOT, REGINALD! (It totally does in Flynn's head, but it's a nickname her Mama used as a kid, a bit personal to just share...)

Ray is still a pretty basic cook, but he's surprisingly good at the whole survival thing. Who knew he was paying so much attention when Carlos was in boy scouts? He learned a fair amount of first aid too when Rose was sick. (It was largely due to the reoccurring nightmare of his kids getting hurt too and being helpless, but he didn't tell them that.) So he remains the dad figure in the crew, even though most of them aren't his actual kids.

They do find out that ghosts can get hurt the hard way though. Not from zombies and bullets, but if they're focusing on being tangible to carry stuff or something, they can get hurt by natural causes. Mostly it's bruises and stuff, but Reggie falls onto a pile of scrap metal at one point.

Ray has to talk Alex through giving Reggie stitches, cause he can't touch or really see Reggie. The drummer has the steadiest hands of any of the people who can touch the ghosts. Luke is too fidgety, Willie gets really bad hand cramps when trying to do anything that delicate, and Julie almost throws up when she first sees the injury.

Alex is freaking out the entire time, but he makes it through. Reggie has to keep his eyes shut and hang on to Luke and Julie's hands. Though after it heals, he boasts all the time about the wicked scar.

Eep okay this is wayyyy too long and probably more than anyone wanted to read ever about this AU. So I'll shut up now! Thanks for humoring me and sending this in!!!

(Send me an AU and I'll give you 5+ headcanons about it!)

#legolas tag #legolas answers asks #jatp #julie and the phantoms #jatp zombie apocalypse au

[sixofpomegranates]

The Dove and the Agent | Ch. 31

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Chapter CW: Mentions of anxiety/food-alcohol+consumption, jealousy, pining, exes, friends with benefits, Van Gogh,

A/N: Hi! Sorry that it's been so long! As you may have hurt: I published my first NOVEL! (Big thanks to those who told me to unalive myself for publishing it) The Link is in my profile!!

I hope you enjoy the new chapter, and tell me how you like the new cover!

"Do you know that it is very, very necessary for honest people to remain in art? Hardly anyone knows that the secret of beautiful work lies to a great extent in truth and sincere sentiment."

— Vincent Van Gogh

✿ Dove's POV ✿

Today? A total success — I mean, as much as a funeral can be one...

Spencer seemed so happy at the end, even dancing to a song. Not even to mention that he said that I was now his favorite person.

I did not cry because of it, but I definitely wanted to.

I had never been somebody's favorite anything before. I like to think that maybe I would've been Ellie's, but she never understood what I meant with the whole "favorite person" notion of mine... To be fair, I overthink all of it too much anyway.

When the guest had left, and solely the team and I were left at the funeral home, we helped clean up. Afterward, as we actually wanted to go home, Rossi invited us back to his mansion since tomorrow Alex Blake, Aaron Hotchner, and Kate Callahan would be leaving again.

I was a little tired, my batteries drained from all the human interactions, but as I saw how excited Professor Reid seemed, I agreed to it.

It was a lovely, warm evening, so we sat outside in the garden, Penelope and Krystall mixing cocktails for us. I sat next to my Professor, simply listening to the ongoing conversations.

"Here, Kitten," Penelope said, handing me a deep red drink in a sugar-rimmed glass.

"Thanks," I chirped in reply, feeling Spencer eyeing the cocktail. I held it to him, offering him a sip, but he instantly declined, mumbling something about something that red, not seeming healthy.

"So, Dove. You're still in college?" Blake asked me as the previous conversation had died down.

I wasn't exactly excited about having to talk about myself since it wasn't like I had anything interesting to tell, but I nodded, "Yeah. Uhm, I will graduate in July and then directly start my FBI training."

Hotch raised his eyebrows, asking fatherly, "You already got some firearm training?"

Shaking my head, I began fidgeting with my fingers, a little embarrassed, "No. B-But Professor Reid said he'd take me to a shooting range."

As my nervous gaze met Spencer's, he scrunched his nose and grinned at me.

The former BAU Chief nodded, "Okay, the first thing you should learn is not to be afraid of the gun in your hands while also treating it with the uppermost respect. It may be just an inanimate object, but in this job, it is also your partner." While taking a sip from his scotch, he snickered, "Spencer needed years not to get scared by his gun. He even failed his firearms qualification exam in the beginning."

Licking his lips as all laughed, Spencer said, "And now I carry two guns and am an excellent shoot."

Drinking from my cocktail, I was hit with a nice sweetness through and through. It was probably one of those cocktails that hid away just how alcoholic they were—dangerous stuff.

"You like it?" Krystall asked, and I nodded. "It's Pomegranate syrup," Penny explained to the group so everyone having a drink would know.

Leaning over, Spencer whispered into my ear, "Careful, Sweetheart, else you might end up having to spend six months a year in the underworld."

I giggled, looking at him, "Say what you want, but Hades and Persephone had the most unproblematic relationship in all of the Greek pantheon."

He shrugged. "It's not like Zeus made that a difficult task."

Nodding, I giggled, "Yeah, Zeus's a slut." He looked at me, appalled. "Dove." "What? Am I wrong?" I asked, blinking innocently, making him chuckle.

"Who's a slut?" Penelope asked loudly, having parts of our private whispers announced to the whole table.

I quickly shook my head, cheeks starting to become hot as hell. I didn't have the means to explain my unfunny jokes. "Oh, no one. It's nothing."

Tara raised her eyebrows and Emily asked teasingly, "Were we interrupting the fun?"

I quickly shook my head, physically scooting a little away from Spencer while taking a sip from my drink. The awkward silence solely seemed to be noticed by me, but God, the moment was awkward.

Spencer seemed to catch a glimpse of my discomfort, asking Alex quickly, "How's work going?" Turning to me, he explained, "Blake is a professor at Harvard."

"Harvard?" I asked, surprised, feeling my silly little heartstrings being pulled by something I couldn't describe as anything other than melancholia.

The brunette nodded. "Linguistics."

"I always wanted to go to Harvard; they have a great art program," I overshared.

"Can't imagine a smart girl like you didn't get accepted," Aaron said.

I quickly shook my head. "Oh, I did. I actually got accepted by a couple of Ivy League Colleges. I- I just went to Georgetown so I could study with my cousin together."

Ellie. A stinging in my heart, that most certainly had shown in my voice, reminded me so suddenly of her.

Why didn't I think of her lately? What friend was I to just live my life as though my best friend didn't die only a couple of months ago?

Spencer's hand wrapped around my thigh, squeezing it. That guy was reading my mind, I swear.

"You switched majors at Georgetown too," he said, directing the subject into safer waters before I would drown. "Only the final exam was missing to get your title of Master of Fine Arts, right, little bird?"

Kate frowned. "I'm sorry, but how did you go from art to psychology? Not really understandable for me."

"Oh, Uhm, my mom wanted me to change majors because she worried being an Art Major wouldn't get me a real job."

"You know, if you really had all your hours and exams until that, you could ask if you can take the finals with the other students at the end of the semester and get your diploma," Alex informed me.

"Really?" I asked, intrigued and surprised. "Doesn't- Doesn't that mess with my other exams?"

"Only if it's too much for you to learn."

I quickly shook my head, laying one hand on Spencer's and wrapping the other around his wrist.

He chuckled softly as I giggled. "Oh, no. I know that stuff by heart."

"187?" Kate asked. "126," I replied.

"Do you want me to write the dean about it?" my Professor suggested.

I had always wanted to be an artist... Yes, painting and creating art still made me one, but there was something so special to me about having a diploma in the one and only thing I had ever chosen for myself.

My whole life was built on the unsteady ground of academic pressure. My worth was my grades. My hobbies were studying to improve my grades. My mother always discredited my art as a waste of time.

My hobby now academically titling me an artist would prove my mother wrong. It would be something solely for me, something she could never attribute to herself.

This title would be mine.

"Yeah," I whispered.

Spencer smiled. "Sure?"

I nodded. Mom would either don't care or absolutely hate this. She liked to be involved in my academic decisions. "Uh-huh. I want that."

"Look at you, making decisions for yourself," he praised me gently. "Gonna talk to the dean first thing on Monday. Promise."

We smiled at each other, and he squeezed my thigh again. Alex cleared her throat, making us look at her. She took a sip from her beer, smiling at my Professor. "So, Spence, are you seeing somebody at the moment?"

Spencer quickly removed his hand from my thigh, licking his lips which parted into a coy grin. I knew he had no girlfriend, but my wrongly-wired brain still felt anxious about his answer.

He chuckled. "No. No, not at all."

"And you, Dove?" Alex asked.

A very loud laugh escaped me, startling me completely. I quickly shook my head. "Sorry, I- No. No, no chance. I am unfit for any human relationship."

"She's also Franz Kafka," Spencer snickered towards his friend.

"I just relate to that quote," I speedily spoke to my defense.

He nodded teasingly. "Yeah. And you have an awful taste in man. Logan is definitely the blueprint for idiots worldwide."

"Yeah, so? I- Jake's nice, though," I stammered, making him raise his brows. "I was just teasing you a bit, little bird," he said."I didn't know you were still talking to Jake..."

I shrugged, staring down into my drink. I needed to have it sound casual, normal. "I- We're still talking... Kinda. At least once I have the guts to reply to his texts."

Yeah, now that wasn't a dipshit answer at all. I legitimately sounded like a thirteen-year-old.

Penelope looked at me, surprised. "What did he write?" she asked, quickly taking my phone as I held it out to her.

The table became silent, everyone now seeming to be up in my business. Penny cleared her throat dramatically.

"Hey, Dove. Haven't heard from you since our date, and classes switched back to home office. Hope everything is alright. Wanted you to know I had a blast at our date; maybe we could do it again? - J"

I hadn't thought I'd hear from him again, to be honest. I had been awkward and ended up staying with Spencer and the guys, joining their gentleman's night, but apparently, Jake had a blast.

"Aw," Penelope squealed, looking at me. "Why haven't you written back yet?

I shrugged, embarrassed and red-faced.

I mostly didn't write back because I was lost for words. What was I supposed to write? As I'd learned, it takes me ages to build up relationships in a romantic type of way, and I hadn't thought there was a connection between us, even after I'd let him kiss me... So I put it off.

"You want me to tell him off?" Spencer offered promptly.

I shook my head. "N-No," I said, taking my phone back. "I... just need time to figure out what to do."

"If you don't wanna see him again but are too scared to tell him, just let me do it," he insisted.

"I don't know if I don't want to see him again."

My Professor's jaw clenched, and both his eyebrows shot up. "Oh," he said in a suspiciously neutral tone. "Okay."

"It was a nice date," I said.

"You said you two didn't connect." His answer had come so promptly that it threw me off.

"Well, that probably just takes some time. Demisexual and all that, remember?"

"He left you behind at that bar," Spencer frowned, almost disgusted. "Didn't even bother to take you home."

"He left me with you, Derek, Luke, and Matt, because I wanted to stay."

Okay? Was I missing something? Jake was a nice guy, and although at times a little petty, Spencer had no reason to be that upset.

As he shook his head, I asked, "Why don't you like Jake?"

"I don't dislike the boy. I just think someone like you shouldn't date a guy like him," my Professor let out, annoyed.

I furrowed my brows, "Someone like me?"

"A smart, beautiful woman that has options. You could have anyone, so why settle for someone that doesn't sweep you off your feet every second you're together?"

"Yeah, because the guys willing to date me are piling up on my doorstep," I deadpanned.

"Dove," he pressed, making me giggle with a snort.

"No, I'm serious," I insisted with all the sarcasm I had to offer. "It's getting hard opening the door to my apartment. Any more guys, and I'll have to buy a super long ladder and climb in through the window."

"Dove, I am serious." "Well, hi, Serious. I'm Dove."

He looked at me, that one vein on his forehead so much more prominent than usual. "I really don't understand why we're arguing over Jake... It's not like I'm criticizing your relationship with – what's her name? – Max."

"Max is my ex. You can't compare that," he exclaimed, making me answer him just as loudly. "And Jake is a guy that took me on a date ones. See? I told you this conversation is ridiculous."

"I'm just watching out for you, Dove." "Well, don't. I think Jake's a nice guy, and I don't care if I can do better in your opinion."

"Dove," he said as if this talk-ending voice of his had ever made me shut up. "Spencer," I replied, watching the vein on his forehead pulsate.

"Guys?" Kate interrupted us.

We both looked at her and then at the others at the table. Derek looked like he was having a blast. Aaron was pinching the bridge of his nose, still smiling however.

Tara and Emily were snickering something behind their hands; then they applauded us. "Brava," Emily said, lifting her glass in our direction. "Encore," Tara chuckled.

Spencer and I shared a look; both embarrassed over others witnessing our nonsensical bickering.

"We should start charging money for this bit," he sighed, resting a hand on my back and starting to rub circles. "I'm sorry, okay?" he said. "I'm backing off—no more overprotectiveness."

It was annoying but sweet that Spencer was overprotective. I nodded, grinning at him. "It's okay. Old habits die hard, I guess."

"I trust your judgment, Sweetheart. When you say he's a good guy, I'll try not to have Penelope stalk his ass."

Derek let out a deeply amused chuckle."Imagine one of us would've overreacted that much when pretty boy had his first little tête-à-tête."

I tilted my head, some of our friends laughed. "Excuse me?"

I was certain I had just misheard that. Spencer wasn't one for flings... Right?

"Everyone has some adventures in their youth. We only know about Reid's because he joined the BAU so young," Aaron said.

I nodded. "So, you know Spencer for quite a long time now?" He smiled. "Since Gideon got him to join the FBI at twenty-two."

Nodding again, I took another sip of my drink. I wasn't a nosey person... No. Not me.

"You wanna hear that story, don't you?" Derek grinned.

My professor answered faster than I could. "No, she doesn't."

The table went mostly silent, ready to let go of the subject unless I'd say something.

"I'd actually like to know," I mumbled.

Spencer groaned. "No, Sweetheart. Don't be nosey."

"I'm not nosey," I answered. "It's just that everybody else seems to know, and I feel left out."

Sighing, Spencer leaned back against his chair, signaling to our friends to tell me the story.

"Okay, so, you know Lila Archer?" Derek asked. I nodded. Who doesn't at this point? "Good. When she starred in this beach-teen TV show, before the Rom-Com with Dean Havans, she had a stalker."

"Yeah, her friend from Julliard. Mom watched Lila's interview with '60 seconds' on the news when I was five or six," I said.

"The BAU was working on that case, and Spencer was her bodyguard," Aaron added.

Feeling my cheeks heat up, I said, smiling, "Okay, yeah, right. Now you're just messing with me. Got it."

I knew jokes like that; my parents made them all the time. It was funny to them telling me lies and having me fall for them. It was like a party trick for them.

"Nah-uh, pretty girl," Derek said.

Penelope handed me her phone. There was an old cover from a gossip magazine.

'A Mystery Man In Lila's Life?' it read. On it: a very, very young Spencer Reid kissing nonother than Lila Archer.

Derek continued the story. "Me and Elle, a former co-worker, caught a very invested paparazzi taking pictures in the bushes when those two were having a little something in Lila's swimming pool."

"The girls in college would have a field trip with this," I said, voice coated in humor. "I mean, Lila Archer? Seriously."

She was so pretty; it actually felt like a kick to the stomach as my brain involuntarily compared me to her.

I held the screen in Spencer's direction, noting a deep blush on his cheeks and how he avoided my eyes. "It was just a kiss," he insisted.

"Uh-uh. Those hickeys said something else, Spence," a woman joked as she stepped out into the garden accompanied by Portia, who'd come home and seemed to have let her in.

The stranger was pretty, around the same age as my friends. Her almond-shaped dark brown eyes gazed teasingly at my Professor, who jumped up and pullied her into a hug.

One after another, my friends left the table, greeting the dark-haired woman. Her arm was still slung around Spencer's waist; his arm was laid over her shoulders.

I got up as well, to be polite, I assumed. A smile was plastered on my face as I joined them.

Why the fuck were they so touchy with each other?

"Dove," my Professor said. "This is Elle Greenway."

Elle. Okay. I had contacted her via mail days prior but never got an answer.

"Hi," I said, holding my hand out to Elle... Purposefully so she would take her hands off Spencer.

Like, seriously, get a room. Just don't get a room, you know?

She shook my hand, smiling. "Hello."

"Dove's one of my students," Spencer told her half-heartedly while walking her to the table and offering her his seat. "I can't believe you are here. It's been two years, minimum."

One of your students... Uh-huh. Spencer, you're missing a few things. I am not only your student. I'm also:

Your colleague.

And your neighbor.

And your friend.

And your fucking favorite person?

I sat down at the table again, not liking that I had to sit next to this woman I didn't know. Emptying my drink, Penelope quickly replaced it with another, winking at me.

"Don't be jealous, Kitten. They're just old friends," she whispered while I watched Elle running her hand through my Professor's curly mane.

"Not jealous," I whispered back, a little insulted, starting to drink my new, more alcoholic beverage.

*****

After two more glasses, it was fair to say that I was tipsy. Elle was nice, one of those bad bitches who didn't take shit from anybody, having completely encaptured Spencer's attention... Making me annoyed.

I wasn't jealous. I was annoyed.

"I totally saved your life," my Professor insisted as they discussed an old case in which a magic trick performed by him had saved the day.

Portia had joined us shortly after Elle, and since then, I sat between her and Penelope.

"Green's not your color. Take a shot," the blonde said, filling mine, her, and Penny's shot glasses with tequila again.

"I look good in green," I informed her, pouring the burning alcohol down my throat and scrunching my nose at the taste.

Rossi had already decided that we were all going to stay the night. Yet, with Alex, Kate, and Aaron here as well, we needed to share the rooms.

I couldn't stop my face from scrunching up as Elle rested her hand on my Professor's thigh. Way too high up on his thigh, actually. Flirting-territory high.

Standing up and grabbing the tequila bottle, Penelope announced, "Okay, Kitten, Portia, let's go upstairs, fill the air mattress, and change into our jammies."

I was going to stay in a room with Penny and Luke. Where Spencer was going to sleep was a mystery to me since he was too busy catching up with his friends, but that wasn't my problem... Just didn't know if I could sleep without my white-noise koala.

Portia pulled me to my feet, and we walked inside. In her bedroom, Penelope and I sat on the bed while the blonde searched through her closet.

She threw short hot pants and a tank top at me. "You think Spencer and this Elle are doing it?" she asked, making me choke on the sip of tequila I had just taken.

"No," I said, irritated. "He- He just came out of a relationship a couple of months ago."

"As far as I know, they're just friends," Penny said, changing into the pajamas from her go-bag she kept in her car.

"They have that energy between them, though," Portia said while I turned my back to them to change into the clothes she'd handed me. Looking me up and down, she added, "That looks hot on you."

In the mirror in the far left corner of Portia's bedroom, I inspected the scratches on my throat. I was a lot of things, but hot wasn't one of them.

We walked into the guest bedroom and let the electronic air pump blow up the mattress while we continued drinking.

"So, you snatched yourself a Luke Alvez," Portia started. "How's it going?"

Squealing happily, Penelope chirped, "Amazing. Like, I knew he's a great man, but now I know know he's a great man."

"Sounds awesome, Penny," I said, having her pet my knee.

"I'm sorry, Kitten. I didn't want to rub it into your face."

"You didn't?" I told her, confused, taking another sip of tequila. "I'm really happy for you and Luke. You're my friends."

"You sure?"

"Absolutely," I assured her. "No matter what my situation is, I would never not be happy for you out of envy."

"Okay, then..." Penny said with a dramatic pause. "We're thinking about moving in together."

"Already?" I asked, surprised.

"Yes. Luke has two dogs, as you know, and my apartment is too small... So now the question is if I move into Luke's house, or we buy a new one."

"That's great. I- I'll help on moving day if you want," I offered. "I hope I'm one day as in love as you two are."

"Can't believe you're single," Portia said. "You are so cute."

I shook my head. "I'm basic at best, and my trauma didn't even make me funny, only weird."

"Don't say shit like that," the blonde scolded me. Penelope agreed. "You are amazing, smart, pretty, and kind."

They passed the bottle between them, and I asked, "Do you really think Spencer and Elle have something going on?"

"So you are into him," Portia said, but I shook my head.

"N-No. I don't really feel things like that. Also, is Spencer, my favorite person, and having any non-platonic feelings for him would ruin that," I explain, blushing.

"What's a favorite person?" Portia asked, making me shrug while thinking of how to explain it without seeming like a crazy person.

"It's like a comfort person, I guess. Somebody who knows that you're broken but still stays. Somebody who makes you feel like you're worth the effort."

The silence between us was broken when Penny said, "Okay. That just killed me." She wiped a non-existent tear from her eye. "Does Reid know how you feel about him?"

I nodded. "I- I don't know if he fully grasps the concept of the title, but he lives up to it as though he does."

"I say that's love," Portia announced. As I shook my head, she added, "That level of feelings is love. Platonic or romantic, doesn't matter."

Taking the last sip from the tequila bottle, I said, "The thing that bugs me about all about Elle is just the same as with Max, JJ, and Lila fucking Archer. They are so pretty and confident and have their shit together. Why is that his type? I'm really starting to get an inferiority complex."

"Two things," Portia said, holding up three fingers but quickly collecting herself. "First, stop comparing yourself to others. No matter how beautiful you think a person is, some will always disagree with you. Secondly, you're scared that Spencer could like anybody more than you."

"Because if he has a girlfriend, he'll stop spending time with me. I bet she wouldn't be the biggest fan of me sleeping in Spencer's bed or him calling me Sweetheart, either..." I said, guilt filling me. "I'm selfish. He deserves to be happy, but it legitimately makes me want to vomit."

"Yeah, it's selfish," Penny agreed. "Thanks," I answered sarcastically. "But Spencer is no better. Why else do you think he doesn't like Jake?"

I shrugged, making Penelope give Portia a quick rundown of who Jake was.

"Oh," Portia laughed at the part where Penelope shared her theory of the migraine Spencer had gotten last week being actually jealousy induced. "He is so jealous. You two are literally matching that one Ariana Grande song."

Both started singing Boyfriend, absolutely motivated and completely off-key.

Wanting to take another sip, I noted the empty bottle. "Not drunk enough for this shit."

"You know what that means," Portia laughed. "Let's go downstairs and get another bottle."

We walked downstairs, about to enter the kitchen, when Penelope stopped us. There were two people inside, talking. One was Elle, and the other person, standing with their back in our direction, was Spencer.

"I'm sorry things didn't work out with Max," Elle said.

Spencer sighed. "Well, what can you do? At least we didn't end entirely on bad terms. You're sure you wanna go back to the hotel? You could stay here."

"Why?" Elle asked. "You offering to share a room with me?"

Stepping closer and rubbing her hand over his chest, she said. "It's been a while. Why don't you just come with me, and we spend the night as we would before your relationship?"

Oh. Portia had read the signs right. I swallowed roughly, sharing a look with the two blondes. Maybe we should spy on them.

"Let's go back upstairs," I whispered, tugging on Penny's arm. "Eavesdropping is a shitty thing to do."

Spencer leaned down closer to Elle, and that was when Portia grabbed my hand and dragged me back to mine and Penelope's room.

Fuck. It shouldn't even bother me as much as it did. Spencer was a single man who was allowed to have as many casual flings and fuck buddies as he wanted to. It was none of my business.

Drunk Dove truly was a jealous bitch.

*****

♜ Spencer's POV ♜

"I can't," I told Elle, taking her hands off my chest and holding them in mine.

Of course, never when I was in a relationship, but Elle and I had made it a habit of seeing each other casually whenever she was in town after leaving the FBI.

Now that I was single, it was more than fair for her to assume I would take her up on her offer and fuck her silly to get rid of pent-up tension, but I didn't feel any interest in her anymore.

She was still a friend, and I had been thrilled to see her since she wasn't the most reliable person when it came to keeping in touch, but my body held no desire for her since my heart already lived elsewhere.

"Can I ask why?" she questioned calmly.

"Dove," was all I said.

"Your student?" "She's so much more than just a student," I said, holding back the urge to brag about my little bird.

Elle tilted her head. "I didn't know you two are-" I interrupted her. "We aren't."

A grin spread on her lips. "Spencer Reid, are you in love?"

I nodded, cheeks burning. "Very much so."

"Haven't heard you say that since Maeve," she said. "Too bad I didn't get to talk to her much."

"Dove's shy and today probably very drunk, thanks to Portia and Penelope."

We both chuckled.

"How bout us having some lunch before I leave tomorrow? You could bring her along," Elle suggested as I brought her to the front door, a cab already waiting outside.

"I'll check if she's up for it. Else it'll be just the two of us," I promised her, holding open the door for her.

"Stop talking to me like that, or I'll take you back to the hotel with me," she warned jokingly, hugging me goodbye.

"Back off, woman. I told you I'm devoted to another," I joked back.

I waited until Elle was in the cab, then returned to the kitchen, where Dove and Portia were in the midst of stealing some snacks and alcohol.

"Oh. Hey, ladies," I greeted them, Dove looking at me shortly with a tight-lipped smile.

"Hi," she mumbled, continuing to unpack frozen pizza pockets and putting them on a plate.

Portia looked me up and down with a smile. "Where's Elle?" she asked, something in her voice almost sounding like an allegation.

"Drove back to her hotel," I answered casually.

Portia nodded. "Didn't think she's your type, tbh, but like, good for you."

"We're just friends," I told Rossi's stepdaughter. "Did I do something to upset the two of you?"

Dove elbowed the blonde gently, them exchanging a look, and then she smiled at me. "She's nice... From what I could see, I mean," my little bird rambled. "Didn't really talk to her a lot; she also never answered the mail I sent, but yeah... Nice."

"Glad to hear that, Sweetheart," I answered, hoping she wasn't being passive-aggressive right now. "She actually asked us to have lunch with her tomorrow before she leaves."

"Us?" Portia asked, laughing teasingly while taking the pizza pockets from the microwave. "Don't think Dove's into threesomes."

I watched Dove become pale instantly. "I'm not into sex in general," she informed her new friend, taking the bottle of tequila from her. "Tequila makes you aggressive."

The blonde looked at her. "Tequila makes me woke."

"Nobody using the word 'woke' is actually as aware of things as they believe to be," Dove giggled, taking one of the pizza pockets. "Why don't you go upstairs with the food and the wine?"

Portia nodded, trying to grab the tequila again, but Dove moved it away. "Uh-uh. I'm cutting you off before you end up in a fistfight."

As we were alone, I asked, "Did I do something to make her hate me?"

Doce shook her head, blushing. "W-We might've overheard you and Elle talking earlier."

No. Fuck.

God, please tell me Dove didn't hear me say I'm in love with her.

"Oh, I- uhm... What did you hear?" I stammered.

"Nothing," my little bird smiled.

"You're lying."

"Just to make you feel better," she assured. "We shouldn't have spied on you."

I stepped closer. Did she know?

"You look pale," Dove mumbled, hand reaching out to my cheek. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. Just a little tired," I lied.

She quickly withdrew her hand, brushing some of her white-blonde mane behind her ears. "Are you leaving soon?"

I furrowed my brows. "Why should I leave? We were going to stay the night."

"Oh. Oh, yeah. Okay... Guess I just thought you'd leave with Elle because..." Her voice fell silent as she broke eye contact.

"Can you tell me what you overheard?" I asked as it dawned on me that the picture she had of me right now wasn't the best. "From favorite person to favorite person?"

"Just that you and Elle are... You know," Dove said, quickly looking at me. "I- I'm not judging. Elle is very pretty, and you seem to get along well. I just thought you'd take her up on the offer to drive to her hotel together, and yeah, guess I was wrong."

She thought I was having sex with Elle... Which wasn't entirely wrong, but she definitely missed the most crucial part of it all. Herself.

Elle and I? We were in the past.

Now I just needed to convince Dove about it without dropping the "I love you"-bomb on her.

"Elle and I, we-"

She interrupted me, smiling. "You don't have to justify yourself. It's also none of my business who you're hooking up with."

"We're not hooking up," I said. "We did... In the past, but not anymore."

"So you're just friends now?" I nodded, making her tilt her head. "I don't get that. How do you turn that kind of emotions just off?"

"It was just sex, no love," I chuckled.

Dove shrugged, taking a sip of tequila straight from the bottle. "Guess that's the demisexuality for me 'cause I can't separate those two things. Casual sex is so weird to me. I mean, sex in general because but, yeah... You know what I mean."

I nodded. "I know what you mean, Sweetheart."

She shifted her weight to her other side, wobbling.

"How drunk are you?" I asked, making her giggle.

"Pretty drunk," she answered, breaking her pizza pocket and handing me one of the halves.

I took a bite, burning my tongue. "That is so hot," I exclaimed, gulping firey tequila to save my tongue.

"It's fresh out of the microwave. What did you expect?" Dove giggled.

I wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her against my chest, pressing a kiss to her temple.

"Can I tell you something?" she asked quietly.

"Everything."

"Portia asked me what a favorite person is because I mentioned that you're mine, and I had a pretty hard time explaining it..." she started. "Do you know what I mean when I tell you that you're my favorite person?"

I nodded, "I think I do."

Her big blue eyes stared at me. "Can I try to explain it to you anyway? Just to make sure?"

"Of course," I said.

I held the title of favorite person dear to my heart. I was sure to know what she meant, but there was no harm in hearing it come from her heart-shaped lips.

"I'm all ears," I cooed.

"My favorite artist is Vincent Van Gogh," she said.

"Something within me resonates with him ever since I was little. He struggled with his mental health, his parents didn't understand him—even asked him to move out, he was often treated like he was crazy, and he couldn't keep a job although he wanted nothing more than to be needed and do good.

"It already started off wrong when he was born. There were expectations put upon him he just couldn't fulfill. His still grieving parents named him after his older brother, who died at birth the year prior, with whom Vincent even shared a birthday..."

Dove shook her head, wavy white-blond her framing her face. "I'm sorry, I'm rambling. What I want to say is: Vincent Van Gogh had a brother named Theodorus—or Theo for short. He actually had five more siblings, but bear with me here," she said gently.

"Although Vincent had a good relationship with all his siblings... his and Theo's was special. Theo was four years younger, but he was sort of taking on the big brother role. He encouraged Vincent to start painting as he wanted to be an artist but didn't dare to, he bought him paint, he financially supported him.

"Theo would say that he was able to sell Vincent's paintings at his job as an art dealer and gave him money, yet what actually happened was that nobody wanted those paintings. So Theo lied and secretly hoarded all the paintings at home because he believed in Vincent and knew that one day the world would appreciate his brother's art as much as he did.

"He was there when Vincent needed to be institutionalized and made sure he was allowed to continue painting in there. He could've just let Vincent rot there as so many did back in the day with mentally ill family members, but he didn't.

"Theo said that loving his brother was hard at times as it felt like Vincent was torn between two different personalities, but his unwavering love for him always stayed strong.

"When Vincent then was on his deathbed, Theo wasted no time traveling to him and sat next to his brother until he died."

Taking a deep, shaky breath, Dove blinked away some tears. "Shortly after Vincent's death, Theo lost it, having to be institutionalized. He died only six months after this brother, some saying he couldn't handle the loss of Vincent as he was his only friend. It was simply too much. His wife Johanna made sure they could be together in death, burying the brothers side by side in a commune in France.

"Vincent was Theo's favorite person and vice versa. I never loved anybody like that except for Ellie. So, when I tell you that you're my favorite person, I mean that you are the Theo to my Vincent. That I know, I can trust you to be there for me even when I am too broken to be loved."

Dove wiped away her tears; I helped her while blinking away mine. Her explanation was so personal, raw, and vulnerable. I didn't wonder that she struggled to define it to Portia.

I still hadn't thought about how I would go about my feelings toward her. I didn't know if she would ever romantically return them, but I was okay with this.

Pure, unapologetic love.

Her words explained it better than I ever could. Seeing the other's most ugly self and still loving them was special and a deeper form of love than I'd ever experienced.

Dove loved me as her Theo, and would never stop, even if I'd turn into Vincent.

I wiped some tears from my eyes, knowing that I would go through all the hardships my life had given me one hundred times again if this would be where I would end up.

"I love you too, little bird," I promised her. "Always will, as much as you'll need me to."

I respected the wobbly line of platonic love between us, but how platonic was love between soulmates? Was it even to be separated in platonic and romantic love, or was it so much more than any of our simple-minded human words could describe?

Dove smiled at me, stating, "I need a hug."

Within seconds I had pulled her into one. Pressing her face into my chest, she mumbled, "I miss Ellie. Don't know why, but today it hurts again."

I gently rubbed her back. "It's okay. I understand it."

"I know. You always do," she said. "You're my person."

She pulled away from the hug, looking at the cold pizza pocket and the open tequila bottle on the kitchen counter.

"Are you staying with Penny, Luke, and me? We could share the air mattress on the floor," she asked, making me kiss her forehead.

"Of course," I said. "But just be warned that I'm getting too used to us sleeping in the same bed.

She giggled. "Ditto. We're so co-dependent."

"So, does my favorite person come to lunch with me tomorrow?" I asked, making her forehead crease. "You do not have to, Sweetheart."

"Only if you promise I won't see you flirting with Elle," Dove finally said, sounding a little jealous. "That would be so awkward. Don't wanna be the third wheel."

I chuckled, promising her I wouldn't.

How should I even look at another woman if my heart had already arrived, anyway?

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good omens season 2 is real and im even more insane than the previous post. Fuck, Dude. ep4-6 thoughts and spoilers under the cut <3 a bit less than coherent

EP4 zira named the bentley "lesi".. or maybe its always been named lesi and crowley just never uses its name.

"you don't seem [crowley's] type at all" you'd be surprised! they've been in love since the Beginning :)

oh shit i just realized the crank crowley uses to wind up the stars is the same as the thing he has at the end of s1 when they're facing off satan. i have no idea what the thing actually is? but they look the same!

also back at the blitz ayy. hell really sent nazi zombies after them to find out if they're """fraternizing"""

love them just casually driving through burning buildings, and zira with the 🥰 face

zira's magician career, failing for over a hundred years. both instances we've been shown have involved guns i think! incredibly funny of zira to be the one between them with a firearms license.

"no need to thank me, that's what...friends...are for!" what if i died. accept that you're friends. dude just walked into a church for you!!

everyone's just ignoring the literal zombies walking around. i mean, what would you Actually do if you saw dead people walking around. it's like that one guy who didn't know if he should point out crowley's car was on fire in s1

"you need someone you can really trust to pull off this trick!" crowley going like 🤨 . i love them. trust <333

zira has such bad stage presence. im sorry to say it but its true. hes so bad at it.

the whole shooting scene was so tense my bones hurted. crowley why'd you agree to this when you don't know how to use a gun 😭

love that furfur(??)s reasoning that clearly they're in cahoots was that the trick needs someone you can trust

"shall we retire the act?" and then warlocks birthday party. cant believe they gave ziras shitty magician skills lore

"i knew youd come through for me. you always do. " "well, you said 'trust me'" "and you did :)" i love them so much. almost as much as they love each other!

"maybe there is something to be said for...shades of grey?" is this an innuendo. i know theyre talking about moral ambiguity. but.

watched this w my family and called this scene gay. they were literally drinking wine by candlelight with just the two of them. my dad said "they're just friends" im gonna sob.

EP5 idk if i said it in the last post but why does crowley bother to keep driving back and forth, just move in with your boyf already you know you want to.

zira willfully giving away books thats how you know the end times are upon us

how the fuck is hell understaffed. only 70 demons willing to do battle??? damn!

i love crowley just sauntering around in the back while ziras doing business, he j like me fr.

crying they finally got properly asked if they're dating. crowley having Thoughts and Realizations about it...

the demon that keeps asking questions is an excellent audience member. winning the participation points.

crowley getting mad at jim and protective over zira ❤️ window was a bit far, but damn go off. crowley doing a nice deed and then "no one will ever believe you"ing jim. of course he would

the ball is so offputting, the way everyone just falls into their roles and the ""seamstress"" cant say her actual job. terrifying. bad vibes .

crowley telling nina to trust somebody for once in her life while pointing to the shop of the only being he's ever trusted..... feelings

and oh fuck its the 1/75th of a legion of hell

crowley yelling at them that they are out of order is great. i love zira and crowley telling the angels + demons how things are done around here.

the greenish light outside the windows is excellent ambience. i love jims jacket its so ostentatious.

ZIRA DRAGGING CROWLEY TO THE DANCE FLOOR HELL YEAH!! i love banter argument dancing.

jim is a fool. the selflessness is appreciated though! albeit ultimately useless. where did he get the coat its fanatastic.

crowley just bullshitting bureaucratic nonsense at them, he's great.

shax has great hair in this scene though.

"why don't you make your own plans" "it makes [crowley] so happy to save me :)" theyre so silly.

meanwhile crowley getting himself "arrested":

EP6 oh good lord we're really in it now

zira having battery operated candles and the bajillion fire extinguishers.....bookshop burning down done left its mark

crowley's heaven fit is great. the gold snake tattoo is a neat touch

maggie flipping off the demons was absolutely iconic of her but oh balls you really gotta think about your wording at a time like this 😭

not a fan of the minor employment of the "i grew up with brothers so im a bad bitch" trope but ehhhhhhh

poor muriel they got crowley scheme'd 😔 i love muriel they're just doing their best, ok, and thats enough :)

magnus archives reference: why do fire extinguishers keep working against the supernatural! pretty convenient for them ig

zira Is crowleys emotional support angel, thank u very much. crowley is zira's emotional support demon too ❤️

gabriel got yoiten! bro got fired because he realized he wanted armageddon't not armageddo. it Is, in fact, an Institutional Problem.

did not expect halos to be functionally the same as bombs but i havent read the bible in years, what do i know

love crowley hearing ziras done something and immediately zooping back.

i love crowley just scolding everyone for being idiots, how is he the one with the braincell.

"if we do a miracle together it all works too well" YEAH what they thought was a teeny half miracle on each of their parts was apparently strong enough to be mistaken for a fucking archangel??? the power of love!!

and then the unexpected ineffable bureaucracy win???? i thought the fly was just beez snooping about at first but No it was gabriel being gaybriel and storing his entire being in a gift from beez.

angels and demons surreptitiously meeting up for meals has always been the answer. except ineffable bureaucracy dont actually eat but its the sentiment that counts :D

gabe deciding he likes 'everyday' just because beez likes it and then that being the only thing he remembers solidly when he's not actively straining his brain??? im so soft.

in a second stunning act of homoblindness my dad asked "why do they keep meeting up 🤨" to this montage. truly a bruh moment

gabe miracling the jukebox to always play beez's favorite song..... bro is down bad. the whole ineffable bureaucracy montage was SO FUCKING SWEET i love them so much i didnt expect to come out of this as an ineffable bureaucracy truther but im glad i did

"something that mattered more to me than choosing sides" 😭 theyre holding hands .............

and then the family-dinnercore bickering match 💀 none of these mfs are mature. love zira scolding them. ineffable husbands rly flexing their parenting muscles this season

"wherever beezlebub is, is my heaven" "and wherever you are, is my hell" this hurts so much against the ineffable husbands finale but we'll get there. and then they vanish off to loveland or something ❤️ happy for them, im glad at least two people got a happy ending out of this. they chose the side of love ❤️

and then uh. Fucking Metatron. fuck. the ominous music when they go out on their Stroll.

so soft for the scene with crowley putting everything back in order in the bookshop. domestic as hell. the soft music. crowley just knowing how everything is Supposed to be. <3

nina and maggie come to make ineffable husbands get their shit together! love nina calling maggie 'angel', sure wonder where she got that from..

the boys are gonna talk about their feelings?! no. no they aren't, actually. everything's gonna go to shit instead. god i cannot put my feelings on this scene into anything coherent. i am in pain.

because its always been crowley advocating for Their Side and zira's believed heaven is Absolute Good and shit and of course that's what takes them apart 😭 because fucking TRAGEDIES and the narrative is out for these fuckers.

zira please 😭 its you two on earth, you two together on Your Side. not you two ruling heaven together 😭 in shambles. suffering.

i didnt actually absorb crowleys confession enough because the brain was melting into jello but fuck dude.

NO MORE NIGHTINGALES. THE KISS. ZIRA TOUCHING HIS FACE AFTER. FUCK! it was a win for TWO SECONDS. 😭

LOVE LOST. THANK YOU AND GOODNIGHT.

#good omens #good omens season 2 #good omens 2 spoilers #gos2 #gos2 spoilers #religion cw

[xamaxenta]

RE au again but near the finale of the actual game Leon briefly saves Ada n its rly cheesy awwuah i guess this is where the au turns into MAS

Just for the concept of Ace saving Sabo from his silly sexy predicament of being tied up as bait and Ace falls for it cuz they have history

Tells Marco to wait for him, stay safe he trusts him and Marcos staring at Sabos unconscious ass strung up like i am totally not jealous but who the fuck is he? Explain!! Slightly mad Ace is just gonna ditch him for some random mysterious sexy spy dude just like that

Ace wants to clear up the misunderstanding but man. He does not have time for this and just turns to grasp Marcos hand like please, let me do this, i cant let him die, ill be back promise

And marco lets him go like fine you better save them and me

So Ace takes the obvious trap, rescues Sabo who in return, protects Marco for him whilst Ace fights the big bad who inevitably transforms into a gigantic spiky tentacle wielding eldritch horror

Marco unsure why Sabo is doing this for him bc seeing as their leader is threatened, all the other uglies have crawled out of their little hideyholes for a last attempt to retake Marco and reinfect him

Sabo fends off a swarm and turns back to Marco, he has a slight limp in his step, “because hero boy seems to like you alot.”

“That doesnt answer my question.” Marco ducks behind Sabo, evading the barrel of his gun whilst simultaneously taking cover from the spray of hot gore

Sabo glances down at him and unholsters a small firearm, “Make yourself useful, i dont care much for babysitting like he does, he might think its cute but I dont. Safetys on the side i trust daddy taught you how to point and shoot.”

Snorting Marco checks over the little pistol and stands up, back to back shoulder to shoulder with the other blonde “youre actually alot nicer than I thought youd be.” He takes aim and shoots something squirming out of the darkness until it stops whatever creepy shit it was about to do. Its more satisfying than he had expected,

“Ugh.” Sabo tuts, the reverb recoil of his own gun thuds beneath Marcos ribs and in a way it feels comforting, maybe hes just used to it now, but its nice to know Sabo’s not just going to leave him for the monsters

“I just hate owing people shit.” Sabo says eventually after popping three zombies neatly in the head. A fourth bullet betwen the third ones eyes just as it began to squirm into a second form

“Suuure,” Marco couldnt keep the amusement out of his voice even if he tried, sabo says nothing.

Down on the docks below the monster roars, the shockwave of its vocalisation shakes the metal scaffolding blowing the two survivors back across the rusty surface

“Thats our cue to move on down,” sabo holsters his weapons and grabs Marco by the wrist before he can protest

Taking cover beneath a rocky outcrop, Marco peers down through the sea fog and encroaching night to see the flicker of Ace’s gunfire tear through the plague, if he hadnt spent so much time with the man, Marco wouldve thought him stupid fearless, but he knows Ace is just as human as the rest of them, he’s noticed the way his hands shake whenever a big fight comes up, hes seen the set of his jaw when he hears a hoard—

“He’s really too much.” Sabo mutters, Marco glances at him but Sabos already turned away searching for something hidden inside the stacked storage crates beside them, he secretly agrees though.

To his surprise and also not surprise Sabo unearths something that could truly be classified as heavy firepower.

“Wait here,” sabo hefts the rocket launcher over one shoulder

“Tired of me already?” Marco teases and Sabo rolls his eyes

“No, the shrapnel this baby can set off could kill you. Better safe than sorry.”

Marco wants to say more but Sabos already vaulted over the scaffolding, its amazing really how the both of them can run head first into danger like that, he refuses to think about how its all for him and his safety.

#MAS #marcoace re au #ill still tag it as that but sabos involve now haha #xam writes #sabos not immune to ace either haha #sabos also not immune to how cute Marco is either

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Crossroad ♱ Curse 2

Location: Student Council Room

Keito: ...Kanzaki. I hope you’re not here just to perform some comedy act. I do have some minor business to attend to, and I’d like to head home soon.

Souma: Ay, I again apologize that I was rude. Would it business thou dost wish to speak, ‘tis still my wish that you behold this sword.

Keito: I don't mind looking. But I'm not an antique’s dealer, I can't judge or appraise its value for you.

Souma: I see. That is surprising. I would expect thee to possess extensive knowledge.

In any case, not only is my wish that thou wouldst look at this, but also look after it as well. A few days ago thou didst scold me, and so did I re-examine the school regulations thoroughly.

I’ve read that if one does carry unwanted items within the school, they will be given a strict warning, and the item be confiscated.

Thus, I ask to entrust thee with the care of this sword.

When I tried to give it to a teacher he was badly frightened and cried, "Eep, please don't kill me!” So, I decided to bring it to the student council.

I cannot allow my beloved katana into another person’s hands, so in exchange I bestow this wakizashi… I propose we come to an agreement, wherein I forfeit this sword for the time being.

Keito: Even if I accepted this sword, I would be troubled finding a place to store it… Kanzaki, you are a sincere person. In today’s Yumenosaki Academy, I doubt there are many people who actually took a look at the school regulations.

Souma: Hasumi-dono. There is nothing that would make me willing to work on the side of injustice. I am full sorry that I follow now society nor anyone else. It seems we’ve a different set of values.

But would it were possible, I’d like to become closer and be friendly with them.

I desire not to bother anyone, so would I infringe upon any rule I would thus resign myself to the fitting punishment.

Howe’er. I pray thee, do not confiscate my beloved katana. I brought this wakizashi in its place…

My katana has been passed down through generations, so that it were taken would bring disgrace to my family.

Verily, I do not jest with you; my parents would have me commit seppuku.

Keito: Is that so… Well, I don’t know much about your family’s cheerful customs, but I think I get the gist. In that case, I’ll keep the katana.

But I’ll tell you now, I’m only holding onto it. After you earnestly repent and change your ways, I’ll give it back.

Souma: Oh, I humbly thank you! My tachi and this wakizashi are siblings, so they may grow lonely when separated. It is possible that they shall cry softly in the dead of night.

Keito: Don’t say such unsettling things. ...Well, you'd best watch yourself from here on out. Violating the Firearms Act is a serious crime, and I’d prefer if there were no arrests at our school.

Souma: Fufu. Thou say’st that out of concern for me, Hasumi-dono.

Worry not, the government hath authorized the Kanzaki clan to carry katanas. Lo, my license ♪

Keito: Even if you have your driver’s license, you can’t drive a car down hospital and school corridors. There’s a TPO for everything, you know.

Souma: Fufu. The phrase “tee-pee-oh” puzzles me, but I’ll take it to heart ♪

Keito: Right. Then, you may leave, Kanzaki, but do take care with your behavior. You don’t want people lumping you in with those idiot delinquents, right?

You may carry a sword around, but I know you’re an upright student.

Souma: Fufu. Thou art the only one to say that to me, Hasumi-dono.

Well then, I’ll excuse myself. Would I do anything strange again, may you reprimand me without remorse… Hasumi-dono ♪

Location: School's Main Gate

Keito: (Phew… Suddenly I’m worn out. What in the world is up with that guy?)

(There has to be a limit on how much this feels like a period drama. But it doesn’t feel like he’s forcing a character on himself either, so maybe his nature is just that of a samurai’s.)

(If he was produced properly, he may grow into a rather interesting idol.)

(But the current Yumenosaki Academy is not an environment where people can capitalize on their individuality, nor hone their skills and make the most of their natural talents.)

(Idol work has been reduced to a dead letter; they're merely a formality nowadays, what with how you can be so careless and still reap the same rewards.)

(The school can survive feeding off its past legacy for now, but it’s clear that the overall result will be that it withers, and dies.)

(But before that time comes, Eichi and I will perform some fundamental improvements… We’ll raise a revolution.)

(...Or something, but it’s easy for me to spout stuff like that. The reality is, the journey ahead is grim.)

(But that’s alright, we’ll take it a step at a time. With every word written you advance, and eventually it’ll become a completed story.)

(We’ll give it our best shot, so we can conclude our tale with the words “happily ever after.”)

(Luckily, we have reinforcements. As for teachers, the freshly appointed Kunugi-sensei was sympathetic to our student council, and became its advisor.)

(To become steady, we must sufficiently increase our sphere of influence.)

(Sakuma-san’s being non-cooperative, and Eichi’s hospitalized… There’s a limit to what I can achieve all on my own.)

(If only there was someone reliable, an accomplice I could take up with full confidence.)

Kuro: Ey, you there… Uh, the young master.

Keito: …? You’re Kiryuu Kuro, are you not? What do you want with me?

By the way, my name is not young master, it’s Hasumi Keito.

Kuro: Kate-o, huh… Hm, that’s some girly name.

Keito: Are you picking a fight with me?

Kuro: Haha. If I got into a fight with ya, it’d be more like pickin’ one someone who’s half my size.

But anyway, quit being so threatenin’. We sang together at that underground livehouse just the other day, y’know.

Keito: ? You were there too?

(Come to think of it, I think I did see him on our way to the underground livehouse.)

(And the fact that he was “hanging out” there… I guess the rumors turned out to be true, that guy’s a delinquent.)

Kuro: Haha. Well I can’t blame ya for not noticin’, that place had a big ass crowd.

Dunno how Sakuma brought everyone under control like that, ain’t no way I could’ve done it.

Keito: But, you probably could’ve pulled off something close enough. Threaten them in a deep voice, something like “You lot, get in gear or I’ll beat the life outta ya!”, and then the place would settle down real fast.

I’ve heard some rumors about you. That you’re the pride of your hometown, esteemed for your fighting skills. What’s someone like you doing, enrolling in an idol training school?

Kuro: What? Are ya saying delinquents aren’t allowed to wanna be idols?

Keito: ...No, I’m not.

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Collaboration with: ciel

#reikeiptls #souma kanzaki #keito hasumi #kuro kiryu

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I hate it when they always put reader in the title with no specified gender, so I go on to reader it thinking in gender neutral... It's female, thanks to the people who actually put gender, I appreciate it. But anyways here's date nights with Carl Grimes.

Start time: 1:07 A.M.

End time: 1:56 A.M.

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚: nothing really, got some fluff. There ya' go. Also reader is M͟a͟l͟e͟ just to let you know. Maybe light cussing? Idk, we'll see. Very little violence, (in results killing a walker.).

Imagines / Headcanons start under the cut.

There's nothing like date nights with Carl, I mean it. Even it isn't so romantic, it's still fun and appreciated. But let's figure out how some would go, and how it would go. (Did I just say the same thing but with different meanings but yet the same?)

(Sorry about that, I haven't slept in 3 days, soon 4. And I'm not feeling too good.)

Back to this, the first date. He tried making it special because you are special. You're different to him in which he loves, so like I said... 𝑆𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙... He hadn't admitted that he had feelings for you before he asked you out, he just said that it was a way to bond and get to know eachother well.

But luckily you accepted and his heart skipped a beat thinking he's got the chance. It was on a rooftop of an abandoned place that you couldn't know what it was, but it was a beautiful view from up above as the sun was ready to set.

There was a lantern, to keep some light around you guys as soon it's night, a couple of blankets to keep y'all warm. And there was no possible way that walkers could get to you guys. It was safe and Romantic, as there was a couple of snacks there too.

After watching the sun peacefully set, he decided to make his move on confessing his feelings for you. His words blurted out in some what a panic and embarrassment, covering his face. But well enough for you to understand.

You admitted your feelings too, and it was all about cuddling then, it kept you guys warm underneath the blankets you guys shared as you both were tangled between eachother.

But deciding that you both shouldn't tell your parents as they might not accept the male and male thing between you two. So you both basically kept it a secret until it got obvious.

Second date. It wasn't as romantic as the first time, but you two were together and that's what made it the best of it.

You both were in a forest (yes you guys had firearms and such, y'all are safe.) Just talking around, holding hands, a few kisses here and there.. Nothing to special.

Just to mention.. a walker came up to you guys and ALMOST, and when I say almost, I mean ALMOST scratched you. But his head basically got blown off before that could ever happen. Happy thing is, 🥳 You're okay!!! 🥳 And that's all that mattered to Carl.

There's a lot of dates, like a good 3 or 4 a month? A lot of casualties, but nothing serious at all. Talking about you stole his hat and wore it for the rest of the day.

-He tried reaching for it but he couldn't reach ( if you're taller ). - He easily just took it off your head like it was nothing though (if you're shorter than him, or same height.)

Overall, really fun to hang around with, he's passionate and caring around you. As you are special to him like a prized possession. (He's not possessive though, but he is SLIGHTLY, but depends.).

Note from Soul - send in requests, my inbox is bone dry.

#carl grimes x male reader #carl grimes #carl grimes fluff #fluff imagine

[magnetothehedgehog]

Unpopular sonic opinion:

I'm tired of shadow worship

Like I like him as a character too but personally I dislike the silver spoon they have so far up his spikes.

When shadow was first released it was kinda like knuckles to where oh no someone is actually on par with Sonic, maybe even a few steps ahead. There was nothing wrong with this.Yes it was done before but still it was okay.

Especially when in both cases it's not that they necessarily were stronger or directly more powerful (which can be kinda a cop out when that's all that's done) but rather that they had specific items, skills or advantages they had learned from their backstory which CURRENTLY gave them the edge.

Emphasis on currently.Shadow had the upper hand at first because he knew the chaos control technique. Knuckles had the power to neutralize the chaos emeralds due to a strong connection to the master emerald and since that was actually the whole point of the master emerald. I'll talk about how annoyed I am at this due to power erasure a little later.

My point is they were rivals and not superiors. It was never a "oh if they get in a fight so and so will win just because we'll they are the best or the strongest." It came down to who better used their skills or assets and what the environment and circumstances were.

Even though shadow and knuckles initially started with the advantage sonic once he figured out their tricks was able to match them and even best them. Which brings me to another point

Experience. Knuckles for the most part was left on his own to survive and his training at most came from the brief time he had with his tribe. Even still he honed his skills and trained on his island. He became super in tune with the master emerald, it's power, it's properties, how to fix it if it's broken. I think the idea knuckles would never use it's power even to defend it without better context is kinda lame sorry but it's true.

Shadow was on the ark 50 years ago. While it hasn't been explicitly said we can assume if he had enough time out of his tubes that Gerald may have at least partially trained him to use his powers and firearms like we see in shadow the hedgehog flash back or when he is first awakened by eggman on sa2.

Sonic. People seem to let all the stuff he went through or experiences he's learned to completely out the window the minute he squares up with shadow. Like bro????

First of all, Shadow was the first time an ORGANIC had matched his speed. Homeboy has been tussling with metal versions of himself who shot lightning, spikes, could do a spinball and spindash and could harness chaos energy TO TURN SUPER long before mr.skittle skated into the picture.

Oh and on top of that sonic has had lots of experience with the chaos emeralds. I think it's way too underplayed or underestimated how familiar sonic is with the emeralds and how he achieved super sonic way before shadow who was literally infused with a chaos connection at birth. Shadow was just given these powers but sonic like earned them.

He built his connection through constant usage of them. Also tell me how he knew that shadow wasn't actually faster then him but guessed he was probably just using the emerald to warp. He knew shadow wasn't all that just knew a trick he didn't know yet. By the end of it sonic is throwing sonic wind, using chaos control and matching shadow blow for blow in sa2.

Knuckles could neutralize super sonic but he wasn't ready to take Sonic's incredible speed in base form and with eggman running around his island backstabbing him.

These days knuckles isn't shown to be on pair with any of the hedgehogs mostly and whenever shadow is on the scene everyone just gives the fight to him 9 times out of 10. It's not a fun gee I wonder who will win unless shadow backs off for no apparent reason to let sonic win. Otherwise we have to get 12 guys just to jump shadow like my guy???? Sorry but he really just isn't all that.

Which comes to my annoyance: power erasure

Knuckles can neutralize chaos abilities it's just a fact. Shadow was given the ability to naturally connect with the emeralds even without them being nearby. I'm a firm believer both sonic and knuckles can as well since they both spent a lot of time with their emeralds of choice and can both turn super.

So how come we don't ever see knuckles neutralize shadows power to teleport or do anything else when they fight which is literally one of his main things. Like the amount of times shadow is allowed to win just cus he can teleport is disgustingly large. Knuckles should be able to shut that down like home boy thought he was special cus he can do a magic trick??? Bro I'm the gaurdian of the rock that stops all rocks I one hit super sonic get outttt.

Sonic has also had more experience than shadow, say what you will but man grew up on the streets fighting for his life everyday almost since birth against enemies faster stronger smarter and is not new to dodging bullets at a young age.He achieved super sonic something shadow couldn't even do without being taught and he's supposed to be the ultimate life form.

You know the last thing sonic did before fighting shadow? Uh yeah beat an ancient god.

Last time I checked that beats mr.science experiment. In fact Gerald literally based off a lot of shadow's connection to chaos force by studying the echidnas and literal deity sonic beat. So when you come at me with a supposedly well thought out argument on why shadow wins all the time I'm looking at you like 🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨

Sure sonic may prefer certain moves but I don't think for a second he wouldn't use chaos control in a fight against someone else that can use chaos control. I don't know why they don't let sonic use his skills at least when he fights shadow. Knuckles too. There is this long running power or ability erasure like GUYS WE KNOW PEOPLE OTHER THAN SHADOW HAVE POWERS OR CAN MANIPULATE CHAOS ENERGY. ITS OKAY!

But please stop spoon feeding me shadow supremacy when it's been made clear time and time again that he's just on par and not actually the best guy who ever bested the best best. Like seriously. He just gets to do whatever he wants and no one holds him accountable or pulls up on him or anything.

Then has the audacity to try and hold sonic accountable for some actions like bro????The pot calling the kettle black???Homeboy calls out sonic for seemingly not caring when literally that's 90% of what shadow does. Like bro why you care so much.....that I don't care????

Can we also talk about silver. Bro grew up with nothing was fighting an enemy he couldn't defeat, had to fight two separate incarnations of iblis on two separate timelines. Went toe to toe with infinite. Mostly likely grew up training with blaze in survival life or death fighting everyday lifestyle, fought sonic and beat him, learned how to cancel out chaos control in a single fight with shadow. Was willing to go back in time and bump off a guy if it meant possibly saving the future but still had a mind of his own to question the morality of such an action.

Man turned super at the end of that game. Dude was in sonic rivals and fought and beat a deity like what? Everyday for breakfast then like 5 or 6 times as it evolved. I have my gripe with telekinetic users just being able to do whatever the heck whenever they want but for lords sake the man can move stuff with his mind and has shown in the Olympics he's no slouch.

And you're telling me this telekinetic hedgehog who grew up on the only thing worse then the streets,has probably lost more than shadow and has learned chaos control and got his super form same day like shadow did, can't hold his own and fight him? Come on sonic fandom.

People give silver so much flak for getting kicked in the back of the head from a time stopping maneuver even sonic wasn't ready for at first but dang bro silver is a telekinetic hedgehog who could have just thrown shadow across the room by thinking at him and you know what his first move is? He throws a physical punch at the guy BRO HE GOT THAT DAWG IN HIM.

The amount of respect silver has from me I swear. I mean even I don't think it was the smartest move but man if it don't garner respect, man has guts.

SILVER GREW UP ON THE STREETS STRAIGHT UP HE WAS GONNA KNOCK SHADOWS LIGHTS OUT.

So yeah I want sonic and friends to get to use their abilities and I want them to bring back the rivals again. Give me back this

Stop power erasure. Cut the cap let sonic use his wind powers too. At the risk of giving him too much I think shadow should have limited flight with his shoes. To balance it out I think they should bring back shoe modifiers for characters including sonic who has quite a few or have him also be able to do like limited hovering flight with his air powers.

Lastly. Let Amy smash. I will elaborate but not in this post because I think it's funnier that way.

Me and the homies when shadow roll up thinking he's hot stuff

#sonicthehedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #silver the hedgehog #knuckles the echidna #sonic #shadow #silver #knuckles #Author opinions #sonic lore

[iridescentlemoncandy]

Trajectory - Raising Hell [Osborn]

Part 3: 10 Years Ago, Late Autumn

"If I were given another chance, I wouldn’t just take the wooden riffle."

TW: Verbal Abuse

Ye Chuan: Osborn!

Ye Chuan: How’s your hand, does it hurt? What did the doctor say? Oh my, how did you hurt yourself like this…

Ye Chuan: Who bullied you? Tell me, is it the student from last time? The one where his father promised will take good care of, but in the end, he still bullies you, isn’t it?

Ye Chuan: This is getting ridiculous; I’m going to get him tonight.

Osborn: ……don’t need. Why are you here?

Ye Chuan: You brats, still acting so defiant with me? Your bandage is leaking blood!

Ye Chuan: You don’t have to worry about the money. I just made a withdrawal from the bank. Whatever treatments you need, just proceed with it. We must also pinpoint the underlying problem, so that it won’t affect your hand functions like eating and writing.

Ye Chuan: Let’s go, we meet the doctor.

Osborn: I said no need. Remember how I told you that you don't have to worry about anything having to do with school?

Ye Chuan: I promised to not mind your education, but now something happened to you. You are my—either way, I will take care of your business!

School Staff: Principal, Osborn’s parent is here.

Principal Shi: Are you Osborn’s parent?

Ye Chuan: Yes, yes, I am. Hello.

Ye Chuan: Are you Principal Shi? After you called about Osborn’s accident just now, I immediately rushed here.

School Staff: Mr, there's a chance you don't have a clear picture of what's going on. This time we're calling you in because it's no longer a case of student dispute.

School Staff: Osborn broke into the principal’s office with a self-made firearm, and deliberately hurt him.

Ye Chuan: Teacher, Principal Shi, this boy may be reckless sometimes, but he is very kind. He usually wouldn’t even step on an ant. So, he surely won’t hurt people intentionally!

School Staff: Take a look at this gun.

Ye Chuan: This—This is a gun I made. It has nothing to do with him. I didn’t hide it well, I just put it on the table. It’s my fault! Blame it on me!

Ye Chuan: Plus, this gun is made from wood, it couldn’t hurt anyone!

Ye Chuan: Osborn, what happened actually? Why did you bring such thing to school?

Ye Chuan: Talk to me! If you do not speak up how do I call the shots for you?

Osborn: I was only punishing bad people.

Osborn: It was him! He did nasty things to a female student—

Ye Chuan: What did you say?!

School Staff: Even now, you’re still full of crap. You have no remorse at all. How is this school supposed to handle a kid like that?  

School Staff: Luckily today it was just a wooden gun. We won’t be addressing this matter here if the principal was harmed.

School Staff: This is beyond the mean of our school. After much deliberation, we've decided that sending Osborn to juvenile detention is the best option. After that, we'll re-evaluate whether or not he should go back to school.

Ye Chuan: A juvie?!

Ye Chuan: There must be a misunderstanding. The school should investigate further, you can’t just falsely accuse a good boy like him!

Ye Chuan: He’s not the type to lie. I know my son best. I mean, shouldn't we be asking him to explain why he said such things?

School Staff: Mr, are you suggesting that a prestigious institution like ours would engage in bullying toward a single student?

School Staff: Let's ignore the fact that our institution holds a prominent position in the community; no reputable school would ever smear a student unjustly.

School Staff: Are you saying that the doctor's assessment of the injury and the wound on Principal Shi 's arm were both fabricated?

Principal Shi: Mr Liu, Osborn’s parent is just being a good parent.

Ye Chuan: That’s not what I mean…… Principal Shi , I’m sorry. I really do. I’ll compensate you.

Ye Chuan: Here’s for your medical bill. If it’s not enough, I will give you more. You must accept this.

Principal Shi: There’s no need to pay for my medical bill. In my role as an educator, I also carry considerable accountability if incidents of this nature arise. The whole thing has left me feeling really disheartened.

Principal Shi: In theory, school is supposed to be a place where students learn and explore, but the truth is that our educators have their limits. If they are incapable of taking the necessary disciplinary action, the matter should be sent elsewhere.

Principal Shi: In this case, the school has made the call.

Principal Shi: Taking care of this is important for the sake of the student, the parent, and the community at large. I trust you get what I'm saying.

Ye Chuan: Principal Shi , once he enters the juvie, his future is ruined.

Ye Chuan: I beg you to overlook this incident and forgive him this one time. After this, I will subject him to strict discipline!

Ye Chuan: Little brat, come here!

Ye Chuan: Principal Shi , Osborn was wrong, please give him another chance.

Osborn: I am not wrong. Why should I apologise?

Ye Chuan: You—Principal Shi , please don't take it personally; he's just being stubborn.

Ye Chuan: Osborn, will you please apologise?

Osborn: Want me to apologise? Alright.

Osborn: I’m sorry I was wrong. If I had a second chance, I wouldn't bother with just a wooden gun.

Ye Chuan: Shut up!

Principal Shi: You heard it as well. He feels not even an ounce of regret. Discipline of any kind may not be beneficial for him.

Ye Chuan: Principal, I beg you—

Ye Chuan: It was my fault. It was all my fault. I am his father, yet I didn’t discipline him. I apologise on behalf of him. I’m sorry.

Osborn: Ye Chuan!

Osborn: ……why are you kneeling down to beg from this kind of people?

Ye Chuan: Principal Shi , I—

Principal Shi: It’s unnecessary to discuss further. In fact, you don't have to worry so much as a parent. Many of the kids underwent radical transformations after they got out of that place. This is for Osborn's sake.

Principal Shi: I have another meeting soon, excuse me.

Ye Chuan: Why won’t you just apologise to him? You could avoid the juvie if you apologised. Do you have any idea what sort of place that is?!

Ye Chuan: There must be another way to not let you get into the juvie. Let me think……

Osborn: So, you don’t believe me either, right?

Ye Chuan: Osborn…! Little brat…!

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#light and night #osborn #xiao yi #光与夜之恋 #萧逸

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BRIEF OC INTRO AND A SHIT LOAD OF JADU HEADCANONS!!

hey guys,,,,…

back at it again at brainstorming what farms and farmers ill create once sve 2.0 comes out

idk if ive ever said this, or emphasized it enoigh, but im an avid jadu fan. like. i love him so much its not funny. like once 2.0 come out im dropping lance for jadu and camilla (im sorry).

so, in order to encompass that, heres a new addon to the barabell bloodline (if it isnt enough) with jo. (who actually pursues jadu)

there are shocking similarities between bo and jo its almost..,,, almost as if… almost as if jo’s one of bos… one of bos, and dare i say it, old designs. (shes not distrustful of guilds, tho, and is more rational than her cousin. otherwise theyre really similar in personality. they dont even knoweach other. i rly like to recycle i think its fun)

all of the extra shit under the cut cuz this is a LONGGG post

example here (pls ignore how bad it is ive grown ok. ive grown. ik the anatomys off. ik shes got back breaking tits. ik. ok. shut up)

and now, the new and improved one! where shes just better. i love her. oh, and also, yes ik she looks similar to ophelia. theyre both old designs of bo, but also half sisters. yeah, thats right. ophelias mom had an affair. anyways, i love them both equally (no i dont i love ophelia more)

anyways ik we had nothing on jadus personality but i cant help but think hes immature. like stupidly immature. and annoying. and talkative. but all in the GOOD way yk. ik his portraits and looks say hes probably more calm and mellow, maybe even a little cranky and professional, but also like…. his dialogue???

yes, jadu, i did kmow but mirages but thanks for telling me. i guess i am p well known im the guild… maybe, maybe just a lil bit hehe. im glad i stopped by too, even tho its just ot see ur face teehee

dialogue im referencing:

"Mon": "You've heard of mirages? Sometimes when it gets hot enough out here, the air shimmers, and it's like you can peer into a different world.$0",

"Wed": "I've heard people mention you a few times, @. You're pretty well known in the Guild, huh?$1",

"Tue": "yawn It gets pretty monotonous out here. I'm glad you stopped by to visit.$0",

yeah, but anyways i love jadu

did i ever share jadu headcanons? like, ever? im not sure. ik a lot of these are prolly not true, but i love to hc so many people as goofy. like. genuinely silly.

anyways, here's a bunch of jadu hcs

1) I know he's probably not going to end up AroAce, but I do not really see him being too into relationships. Like, he's obviously going to end up at a datable/someone who develops crushes considering he has blushing portraits, but I have never seen this guy being SUPER into relationships. he seems like he has little to no interest in them, or just doesn't experience those emotions. i might have to ease out of this headcannon, but that's cool. i can still heavily hc that he's demiaroace/grayaroace. who's gonna stop me? not any of you thats for sure.

2) super skinny. like. concerningly skinny. but he's self-conscious about it. idk if i've every brought this headcanon up in detail, but i've always imagined that magic can vastly alter the human body. like, it can go as little from pink hair (lance) to actually mangling and destroying the body from the inside out. in jadu's case, the energy the magic eats up leaves him without much fat or muscle on his bones. he often has to overeat just to keep up with it. the idea that he's never going to be physically fit for the job kinda bums him out, but his magic keeps him viable for his position.

3) silly. that's it. he's just silly sometimes. goofy, even.

4) really talkative. ready to info dump on anything he knows about, especially when under pressure/in high pressure areas. doesn't matter what it is. his job? yes. magic? of course. what happened in 2005? put a gun against his head and then he will. also really knowledgable in firearms. for no reason, either. like, he doesn't use them or want to. he just knows a lot about them.

5) if he does end up liking someone, chances are it's gonna be someone strong and independent. serious, but lets loose easily. like, as long as he can depend on someone and they don't need to depend back he's set. (mostly scared of accidently letting them down, but he's also kind of attracted to power that he doesn't have. like, he'd swoon over a chick that body builds proudly)

6) blunt. i think he's a really blunt person. not in a rude way, but also isn't afraid of telling the truth.

7) i think he's sometimes accidentally really horrible. like, saying things that would sound horrible coming out of any other person's mouth. don't get me wrong, jadu's a total feminist, lgbt ally/part of group, anti-racist, yada yada. like, he is super progressive, but sometimes it's just so easy to twist his words into something worse.

Jadu: I don't like the fact that you're right.

Jo: Why?

Jadu: Because it's you! It's just, you. And people like you. Like, I can't stand knowing I was corrected by someone like you.

Jo: Like me? So a woman? What, you think women can be right? Is that it?

Jadu: what.

Jadu: NO WAIT

poor example, but yall get what im getting at

8) genuinely funny. like, i think jadu would be an excellent comedian. probably pisses camilla and isaac off with out non serious he is. (camilla only in certain situations, tho)

9) really likes the song "macarena" even if it doesnt fit with the rest of his music taste.

10) probably a huge bookworm/nerd. i see him collecting old victorian romance novels either to rub it in lance's face that he has a larger collection than him (unaffective) or because he craves that kind of love, even if he can barely feel it. oh yeah, you heard me. jadu's INCREDIBLY guilty about his lack of romantic and sexual feelings towards people. it makes him feel like a total outcast.

11) short king. like isaac, i think jadu's probably considered short by American beauty standards. i'm thinking somewhere around 5'5-5'9 (165-175 centimeters to all my non 'muricans out there)

12) debating on whether or not i think he's trans. on one hand, yeah, seems like it. on the other hand, idk. maybe. if he is, definitely used magic to help him transition. (if i do end up hc him as trans, then he also definitely had a phase where he strictly used they/them and dressed femininely to try and convince himself that he wasn't fully trans. not that there's anything wrong with fem they/thems, or with trans people, but i think a lot of trans guys go through a forced feminine phase.)

13) listens to soad, icp, will wood, and slipknot. a little bit of lemon demon and tally hall, too. he also listens to a few mainstream indie rock bands, and a few old metal/rock bands.

14) fucking HATES math. absoltuely hates it. cant stand it. does not understand numbers at ALL. i actually think he's got dyscalcula.

15) also i think it'd be cool if he had echolalia, or at least frequently repeats phrases he likes or hears oher people say. mostly funny phrases, or phrases that aren't funny that he finds funny. (just like me when he repeats "shadow money wizard gang we loove castin spells")

16) definitely more internet inclined than any other guildmate of his. idk. i just think he's a part of the younger crowd, and therefore had some internet usage.

17) has a THICK galdoran accent, but has trained himself to talk in like 1000 other accents so he can mask his accent. like, if he was talking with someone from ferngill, he'd put on a ferngillian accent yk. mostly because his accents almost impossible to understand to non-galdorans

18) cannot take care of a plant even if his life depends on it. nor can he take care of a pet or anything similar. camilla cant ask him to babysit her slime (Sir Fredrick III, dont forget his name) because he'd end up cooking it for lunch without realizing.

19) loves exercise, but can preform in it well (due to the poor muscle growth). like, he loves going for a run or doing strenght training exercises, he just cant keep the muscle that he may put on.

20) has stupidly curly hair and cant control it for shit. has no clue how to maintain his hair, but is surprisingly good with makeup. like, REALLY good. (practices with camilla's makeup when she's not around. this does not make him less of a man do not say that)

ok there's 20. im sure i could come up with more (even nsfw ones if you gave me enough time to brainstorm. i have a couple but not a lot. as i've said, i dont see jadu getting down and dirty often, but ik he'll prolly be a datable once 2.0 comes out)

#sdv #stardew valley #stardew valley expanded #sve #sve jadu #jadu sve #stardew valley expanded jadu #jadu stardew valley expanded #sdv headcanons #sve headcanons #i should stop making ocs #yeah but whatever!! #i love jadu #im so excited to see how his character works out in 2.0 #cant wait for that update tbh