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Emails He Didn’t Send

Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Part 1 || Part 2 Summary: Through a series of unsent emails, Spencer laments through the loss of his life. Trope: Angst with an open ending w.c: 2.11k a/n: this marks the last of my ‘three’s a sideshow’ series. I wasn’t planning on making it a mini series I promise but ideas came and i am nothing but a slave to my creativity and readers. Special thanks to @lavenderspence & @thegloryofliterature for reading my unfinished drafts and giving me their opinions. Comments and reblogs are highly appreciated! 💗 masterlist

[Drafted at 14.02.2019 23:41]

To: [email protected]

Fr: [email protected]

Subject: Hey Love

Your favorite song played on the diner’s radio today. You remember which one, don’t you? The one we softly played through your phone’s speaker as we tried to bake your mom’s apple pie from memory during that late night when nightmares plagued my mind. I vividly remember the burnt taste of its’ crust as we were too busy dancing in each other’s arms, under the dim light of our kitchen and the night light, to mind the timer going off.

Sitting on the table, feeding each other what we deemed left edible, and laughing at how faulty your memory could be. It didn’t taste like what you imagined it to be, nostalgia and love, but for me, it was the sweetest treat there was. Being there with you, sheltered inside our apartment, accompanied by your smiles and giggles.

In hindsight, how ironic was it that was our running joke, when my memory is anything but fallible.

I once thought I knew all there was about love. The science behind it—how love actually happens less in the heart and more in the brain where key neurotransmitters such as dopamine, serotonin, and oxytocin are released. All these chemical trigger physical responses and in turn feel addictive. As time goes on, connection, commitment and comfortability of the known take over. I’ve known everything about it, read everything about it, and experienced some to an extent—familial and friendship but then, you came along, beautiful, light, and happy, unaware that you’ve dismantled all my beliefs and concepts, making me question the validity of science and making me realize I’ve never truly loved before—the encompassing type of love they describe in books and show in movies. Nothing existed before you and nothing exists after, I know that now.

Happy Valentine’s Day, love. I’ve spent my day working myself to the bone, doing anything to push the thought away of you and the lack of us. Now, as I hunch over in this wobbling desk in my undisclosed assignment, I can think of nothing but you, the space between us, and the love you’ve defined in the very atom of my being.

— Spencer

[Drafted 01.07.2019 21:16]

To: [email protected]

Fr: [email protected]

Subject: Flowers

Communicating through flowers is a forgotten language in the modern times. I’ve read and seen too much classics, minus the existential musings of Dostoyevsky, to have a small knowledge of what each flower meant. Interestingly enough, they each would have a variety of symbolisms and depending on the color, it also changes.

During our first picnic date, you mentioned the bushes of Hydrangeas your mother would religiously tend over in your backyard. How a subtle change in environment causes them to wilt and how the color of their flowers change, as if they were magic or a game of chance. You liked the concept, admitting right then that they were your favorites due to fond memories. I passed by the library, once I walked you home, and checked out a book for it—plants and its up-keeping never one I gravitated to. I did kill the tiny cactus Garcia gifted me in my early start in the FBI, sadly.

Its’ change in colors are attributed to pH changes in the soil, blue is for acidic and pink is for alkaline. Your mother must have made sure to always keep it pink, a manifestation of her love for you. They do, after all, mean many things like love, gratitude, hope, apologies, and regrets in some Asian cultures.

I left you a bouquet of blues on your doorstep, love, before I had to leave for an assignment I’m still on today. I’ve always gifted you pinks, in every month, and in every anniversary. Did you ask yourself why the change in color? I hoped you did.

The blues bear my sincerity and gratitude in having the chance in loving you. As a kid who grew up with certain circumstances, a father gone, bullies in school, and a mother in need of my care, I never once thought I would have had the chance in love or with someone like you, for that matter. I’m not as smooth or extroverted as Morgan, I could never figure out how he picked up women everywhere we went. I’m not as reliable or authoritative as Hotch, someone who could silence a room filled with testosterone with just his presence. I’m neither of those things but you approached me anyways.

I keep a single pressed flower from that bouquet in my handkerchief now. The very same one you clumsily embroidered my name on. It has become a talisman of sorts, a connection to you and our past. I’m sorry for breaking your heart and in the process, shattering mine.

Good night and please visit me in my dreams, even just once.

- Spencer

[Drafted 15.11.2019]

To: [email protected]

Fr: [email protected]

Subject: What’s In A Name

There’s a phenomenon that happens in our brain that leads to a perception of increased frequency called the recency bias. Giving greater importance to the most recent or the most known, like how a jury remembers a lawyer’s closing argument rather than the whole hearing. Or like how my brain tunes in when it hears the sound of your name, nickname or not.

I found myself craning my neck to face some stranger shouting your name, even though the statistic of it being you, where I am now, is a definite zero.

Garcia mentioned she saw you at the local grocery a few nights ago. She brought it up in passing, meaning no harm but possibly also looking for an answer as to why you seemed intent on escaping her presence. It’s been another mistake of mine, I know that now, not divulging the truth as to what had caused our break up.

In all my emails to you, I’ve never did tackle the reason—fearing that I haven’t explained myself well enough and end up pressing send by mistake. By then, there would be no going back.

I had met JJ when I was young, naive, and still green from the academy. She, along with Elle and Garcia, were the first female interactions I had that weren’t hostile or coated with this leer or distrust from me being too different from the rest. They saw me as Spencer, the protege of Gideon, the resident boy genius—an important part of the team. Something I have never experienced, I was, after all, always the last kid chosen during group projects and gym class.

Looking back at it now, I had latched on to that warm feeling of belonging and naively interpreted it as a crush on her. Why not on Elle or Garcia, then? Elle was never on my league—she was too strong-headed, sharp on the edges, something she developed during her time in the Sex Crime division. Garcia was too similar—smart and liked all the same things I did, something I had hoped a sibling would be if my mother had opted for another. That left JJ, who treated me kindly, further warping my notion on romance and emotion.

Then I met you and through a series of unforgettable dates, I knew then that what I had for her wasn’t love. What I had with you was.

I regret not making it clear for you that you were my first love. You had become an absolute point in my cycle of life. Days and months have gone by and I don’t know what to do with the love left in my heart, still. Briefly I wondered if it would evaporate over time, like water left boiling until there is nothing left, or will it all fade with time, burying itself in my all important beating organ?

The scent of your laundry detergent had long faded from my clothes, no matter how I try to lessen its’ wash, trying to cling to it still. Now all that’s left are my memories and the stale smell of cleanliness.

I miss you, my love.

I miss knowing you were mine, just like I am still yours.

-Spencer

[Drafted 01.01.2020]

To: [email protected]

Fr: [email protected]

Subject: Happy New Year

The empty space on the crook on my neck misses the feel of your skin burrowing in into mine. It’s a new year and I’m all alone, surrounded by strangers who do not know who I really am—as a person or as an FBI agent.

As fireworks go off in the night sky and couples and families greet each other a happy new year, my minds wanders to you and how we could be looking at the same sky.

Nostalgia seems to be a bitter trick of the mind, one i could feel myself wanting to sink into its depth—trying to live in the past. Emily sagely advises me to let it go, to move on as you no doubt had, after all, it had been a year now, but I find myself rooted in place as if the earth’s gravity didn’t allow me to.

Time had passed and the atomic beings in me had aged, I question if this is the definite end. Were you the closest I had ever come to a cliche happy ending? If I had noticed the signs in time, maybe we would have still be one.

I never did tell you where we were that night—the real reason why I had been late. In my defense, I didn’t want it to seem to be an excuse, a way to curry your anger. She went with me to pick up your ring that night. Sadly, work got in the way and I had to beg the jewelry store owner, with the help of Garcia tracking him down, to open shop just for me to pick it up. I had it adjusted you see—to fit down your finger.

There are many cultures that have the tradition of making a wish on New Year’s, you were my every wish.

-Spencer

His finger hesitated on the right click of his mouse. It had been numerous months of being away from Virginia and everything seemed to have changed without him. Stores that he once frequented were now closed and replaced with something new. Broken down stop lights he vividly remembers were replaced. And the team, once happy and unstained with the darkness of their cases, had aged and become jaded.

Spencer wondered if reaching out was the right thing to do. If reopening old wounds that never healed right would bring some sort of closure. The first night back home, he had caught a glimpse of her, far away and oblivious to his presence. It had brought to mind the urban theory of meeting people twice—how someone who’ve finished their story in his life were bound to never appear again. He’d never put much fate into those beliefs with no scientific backings but as he spied her crossing the street, Spencer found himself believing it, imploring it to be real.

He sighed under his breath, eyes tracking the simple note he had written down.

To: [email protected]

Fr: [email protected]

Subject: Hello

Hi. I hope this finds you well. Will you be open to talk? Just talk.

There’s no need to reply right now or even at all, for that matter.

If yes, I will be waiting at our coffee shop, the one you shared just with me, by the window this coming Saturday afternoon.

But if the burden is too much or you simply never want to see me again, I would understand.

Perhaps, now is my turn to wait for you restlessly. A penance two years too late.

-Spencer

He steeled his nerves before pressing ‘send’. The beating of the organ in his chest threatens to swallow him whole. Who he was could change within a couple of days—there now would be a definite ending to their story.

Her Polaroid picture was still tacked on his work station, faded but her smile was still the same—warm and inviting. She lingers all around, ring still in his drawer, as if she might return. As if these memories and mementos can summon her back in his arms.

“Reid,” Emily called out. “We’ve got a case.”

He nodded, quickly leaving his desk to head straight to the conference room, unaware of the single unread message left in his inbox.

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hulijingemperor2 · 2 months ago

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YaoJiu🌟💗

Jing Manor 📍

Shen Jiu: I'm going to steal your emperor

Xue yang: I don't think Jiggy wants to be stolen dude.

Su she: and that's treasonous of you!

Mo xuanyu: arrest him for stealing my Yao gege!

Yao: ah, but Shanshan is right, lord Shen. Stealing me is quite treasonous.

Shen Jiu: well I have achieved my goal. *blows kiss*

Yao: where are you taking me?

Shen Jiu: *opens fan* on a date, in cang qiong. Away from distractions, such as imperial court, palace etiquette, and team dimple.

Mo xuanyu: you can't do that, Shen Jiu!

Shen Jiu: of course I can. A concubine must love and worship their Huangdi. If they have a sect of their own, then it's chivalrous etiquette to invite their Huangdi there. Come on team dimple.

Yao Huangdi, if someone ever ask you why chivalry is dead, tell them team dimple killed it.

Su she: Shen Jiu, you don't need to teach us anything. Plus I carry Huangdi to my sect.

Shen Jiu: so you're the only one who can do it?

Xue yang: well according to team dimple~

Shen Jiu: save it for later.

Yao Huangdi. *kisses his hand* would you do the honours in coming to cang qiong with me.

Yao: it would be a pleasure, Shen Jiu. I would love to.

Mo xuanyu: now what's are we supposed to do when Yao gege isn't here.

Xue yang: this cucumber guy is worst than Lan lips.

Su she: he's like the Lan zhan of the harem.

Shen Jiu: Lan zhan? Ew, really?

Xue yang: dude do you even like anyone?

Shen Jiu: Huangdi.

Su she: hating Lan zhan is very valid.

Shen Jiu: goddess Meng despises him. We used to trash talk him over tea. Taihou is fun to hang out with.

Huangdi, shall we? I have already organized a carriage.

Yao: certainly. Xiying, Fuying, please get my things.

Xiying: right away, Huangdi.

Su she: how long were you planning to take Huangdi away from us.

Shen Jiu: since I became a concubine, Shanshan.

And relax. Huangdi will be back on Tuesday.

I'm gonna have Yao Huangdi all to myself!!!!

Ehem *opens fan, trying to return to his calm composure* Goodness, I'm starting to sound like Binghe.

Team dimple: *sizzling with jealousy*

Shen Jiu: team d, would you do me a favour.

Su she: no.

Mo xuanyu: why would we.

Xue yang: just poison me already.

Shen Jiu: I found this weird creature around Qing Jing peak. And I don't want it around Yao Huangdi.

So can you babysit it for me?

His name is Skinzun.

Mingfan enters carrying a box with a weird hairless cat, with the face and hair of Shen Jiu.

Shen Jiu: I don't know if he may steal my identity or cuddle with Huangdi, so it's better to get him a babysitter.

Shen Jiu: hii Skinzun, how are you?

Oh right, I forgot I got to bow to him and offer him treats.

I don't have any treats, SKINZUN!

Ugh, cats these days.

Mo xuanyu: *terrified* omg kill it!! That's an abomination!!!

Shen Jiu: you can't kill it! He has my face!

Su she: you want us to babysit that ugly thing.

Xue yang: no way! Plus Huaisang may kill it.

Shen Jiu: no one's gonna kill Skinzun, ok!

And I'll have Shen Yuan spy on you.

Mo xuanyu: then let Shen Yuan babysit that thing.

Shen Jiu: he hates Shen Yuan. And he's already upset that Mingfan put him in a box.

Yao: so he's your pet. How cute.

And why does he look like you?

Shen Jiu: yep. And I don't really know. He just appeared out of the bushes one day, and everyone started calling him Skinzun.

He's a big identity thief.

Yao: an excellent one too.

Shen Jiu: team dimple. I have a list of things you should know about Skinzun.

He only eats organic food, well cooked fish and sushi. He drinks green tea, almond milk and alkaline Springwater. He hates baths, he loves fluffy pillows and perfume. If you don't smell sweet, he will run away from you. His hair must be brushed and perfumed again. Lastly, if he's angry, he can and will scrape you. Anything you do, don't wake him up or call him ugly.

And he loves massages.

Skinzun kind of has a God complex, but you'll be fine.

Xue yang: what if we let him go stray.

Shen Jiu: then he'll come back, and demand to be taken care of. He knows that I asked you to catsit so.

I just know that this psychopath will cuddle with Huangdi and attack me.

Skinzun: *smirks, and winks at Ayao*

Shen Jiu: bad Skinzun! Don't wink at the emperor.

Anyways, ta-ta.

Yao: see you you three soon. Don't cause any chaos ok.

*strokes the cat's back* bye Skinzun, cutie.

Skinzun: *purrs, then tries to hug Ayaos hand*

Yao: *laughing* oh my goodness!

Shen Jiu: you better let go, Skinzun. I'm warning you! I won't give you almond milk anymore, then you have to deal with your sinuses all by yourself.

Shinzun: *lets go*

~~~

Cang qiong sect 📍

Via carriage, Shen Jiu and Yao Huangdi have almost arrived to the mountainous cang qiong sect. For now, all the fox emperor can do is take in the Jianghu's landscapes, which was different to what he was accustomed to.

And representing his hulijing empire, he had his fox features out.

Guangyao was always keen on details, and learning things with one glimpse, hence it was easy for him to see the differences and similarities of the two Jianghus.

People in turn, who got a glimpse of the beautiful emperor, bow their heads when he passed.

Yao: A-Song and A-Bao were correct. Your Jianghu is absolutely magnificent and breathtaking.

One of a kind.

Shen Jiu: thank you. And I'm so glad the the Qing Jing peak is a part of your empire.

Yao: happy to have you.

Shen Jiu: You have met Yue Qingyuan before, right? You got to meet him.

Yao: ah yes, during the sect banquet. He was your guest of honour.

The Qiong Ding sect leader.

Shen Jiu: correct as always, Huangdi. He's like our Xiandu. We don't really use that term though.

I really want you two to form alliances.

It will be good for both our worlds, and not only Qing Jing.

Yao: brilliant. But that's for your Xiandu to decide.

Shen Jiu: yep.

*grabs hand* Huangdi. *caresses face* I really can't wait to kiss your body.

Yao: *blushing* Lord Shen. You're making me nervous.

Shen Jiu: all these foreign dignitaries you meet, doesn't make you nervous? But just a little wish from me do?

Yao: because you say the most scandalous things sometimes.

Shen Jiu: but you're so hot.

It makes me want to just hold you captive for myself.

You can still be an emperor, in my bedroom.

Yao: dear. *lifts chin* holding thr emperor hostage is highly illegal.

Shen Jiu: I don't have a problem being a villain.

*opens fan and kisses him deeply*

Yao: *red* Shen Jiu.

Shen Jiu: you're so cute when you blush! *squishes dimple*

Huangdi, what's your relation with the Huan Hua sect?

Yao: they are from old nobility, and connected to the Jin sect. But that was over aeons ago.

Shen Jiu: oh interesting. And I don't think they remember their history.

Shen Jiu: here we are! The can qiong peak.

As expected, the mountainous peaks were decorated with houses and sect palaces, as well as certain glowing herbs. The streets were just bustling with members from different clans and peaks.

Yao: so what's the difference between a sect and a peak?

Shen Jiu: we're our own organization of clans, that come together for the common good of the Jianghu.

Yao: I admire that structure. Everyone working together, with their assigned tasks.

In my Jianghu, the clan leaders would do the same, but they focus more on their sect affairs.

Shen Jiu: *helps him out of the carriage*

Yao: thank you, dear.

~~~

Furthermore~

Yue Qingyuan: *bows* greetings Huangdi.

Welcome to camg qiong peak.

Yao: pleasure to meet you.

Yue Qingyuan: I'm so happy to have you here, Huangdi. Some weeks ago, I met your sons and nephew. They have the same regal aura.

Yao: that's so good to hear. I knew that Xiandu would be fond of them. May I call you xiandu?

Yue Qingyuan: call me anything you like.

Yao: thank you for the privilege.

Xiandu, would you care to tell me about your peaks structure.

Yue Qingyuan: of course.

The An Ding peak is for logistics and the maintenance of the clan. The peak lord is Shang Qinghua.

Yao: ohh. He's that guy who accompanied Binghe.

Binghe had recently wreaked havoc in my empire.

Yue Qingyuan: Huangdi, I'm so so so sorry to hear that! How disrespectful.

But don't worry, Binghe won't trouble you and Qingqiu.

Plus Shang Qinghua is a little weasel, basically.

Yao: mn..

Yue Qingyuan: we have militaria, which is the Bai zhan peak, and Ascetic like sect called the Ku Xing Peak.

Shen Jiu: aka, the worst sect for me. I could never.

Yue Qingyuan: Qian Cao, the medicinal peak.

The Xian shu peak is a females only peak.

Yao: delightful. How interesting.

So cang qiong is its own community.

Yue Qingyuan: correct. And my personal peak is the Qiong Ding peak.

Now how is your imperial structure, Huangdi?

Yao: as for the fox spirits, we have countless realms. Some where only hulijings can access and inhabit, and some where hulijings and cultivators reside.

Korea, Donggying and the Xianzhou Allince are a part of the empire too. Once you're a hulijing basically.

Then the fox spirit society have their own lords, minor rulers, clan leaders and representatives under me.

On the other side, there's the Jianghu of clan leaders. When I was Xiandu, I asked if they wanted to join and they agreed. Now hulijings have proper protection within the Jianghu part of the empire.

I put Su Minshan as my Xiandu, when I decided to be Huangdi full time.

Yue Qingyuan: that's a very intricate system, Huangdi. And must be the most beautiful.

Yao: it is.

And I'm happy to be their Huangdi.

Yue Qingyuan: I remember meeting Minshan. He's a intellectual and quite loyal guy. I don't know why people hate him so much.

Yao: the evils of the Jianghu again. Some clans want their subordinates to be dependant on them all the time, and take their abuse.

Starting your own sect and being your own sect leader should be celebrated.

Yue Qingyuan: you're so right!

You seem like a progressive emperor, who broke all norms.

Yao: there were a lot of things that definitely needed changing.

Yue Qingyuan: I admire you, Huangdi. And thank you for visiting.

I hope you enjoy your stay.

Yao: thank you Xiandu.

Xiandu, you know it would be delightful to form an alliance with you.

Yue Qingyuan: I would be honoured, and Qingqiu already your concubine.

Yao Huangdi, if you need anything, we'll definitely assist you.

Yao: lovely. And we'll return the favor.

~~~

After their chat with Qingyuan, they headed to the Qing Jing peak, where Yao Huangdi was wholeheartedly welcomed by kowtowing clan members.

Clan members: *admiring him* Huangdi is really beautiful.

Taizi looks just like Huangdi.

And San Dianxia too.

They say that all Mengs are beautiful, and capable of seducing you with their dimples.

Ahhh, But Huangdi has really deep dimples.

He's gorgeous.

Shen Jiu: you all got to serve Yao Huangdi, ok.

Mingfan, is my room ready? I want Huangdi to stay with me.

If Huangdi would like?

Yao: I don't have a problem.

Shen Jiu: wait, I have a better plan. I'll give you a royal suite with your own devoted staff, who won't let you lift a finger. You are the emperor after all.

Yao: that sounds fine too.

Shen Jiu: but. You got to spend most of your time with me.

Yao: *laughing* definitely, Shen Jiu. Don't worry. I'll get familiar with my gifted staff tomorrow then.

Shen Jiu: mhm.

In the meantime, I don't want anyone to disturb me. If you do, I'll shave your heads and send you to the Ku Xing Peak.

~~~

Later, in Shen Jiu' private quarters, shen Jiu gracefully too advantage of the emperor.

Shen Jiu: *kisses Ayao's body*

Yao: *kisses him in return, while brushing his hands against his thighs.

Shen Jiu: Huangdi you're mine. *feasts on his dimple and kisses his hands and hips*

Yao: mmm. Kiss me some more.

Shen Jiu: you're my muse! And why is your skin so sweet?

Yao: ahaha, that's a secret. A meng secret.

Shen Jiu: would you share it with me?

Yao: no.

How am I supposed to be mysterious?

Shen Jiu: touche, Huangdi.

I love you so much.

Yao: oh you do!

Shen Jiu: hmm. How about we get rid of team dimple and the rest of harem members.

You me and Qin Su can rule together.

Yao: Lord shen, I can't do that to my concubines. And especially team dimple. They were with me through and through.

Shen Jiu: understood. *kisses*

Yao: *tops him*

Shen Jiu: *caresses hair and cheeks* such a little hottie are you. *then goes to fondle his lips, but Ayao bit his finger*

Shen Jiu: ouch! Huangdi.

Yao: *lifts chin* I gave you the privilege of taking advantage of me, for too long.

Shen Jiu: oh my goodness! How fiery! Nah, no one deserves you. Only I do.

Like you're too hot to be shared.

Yao: *laughing*

Shen Jiu: the hulijings have a gorgeous emperor. And I want him to destroy me.

Yao: I'll gladly destroy you.

*sticks one of his fox tails in Shen Jiu's mouth.*

Shen Jiu: *coughing in pleasure*

Yao: *takes it out*

Shen Jiu: ah Huangdi! That floof of yours taste sweet too.

Yao: *leans in some more, and pecks his shoulder*

Shen Jiu: *brushes his fingers through Ayao's hair*

Yao: you're quite submissive to me.

Shen Jiu: I must be

Yao: mmm, as you should.

Shen Jiu: Huangdi.

Yao: *snuggles in his arms* Shen Jiu.

Shen Jiu: how about we take a stroll through the bamboo forests.

Yao: that sounds really lovely.

Shen Jiu: mhm, it's private, but you'll still hear quqin music.

That's where I teach my students music cultivation.

Yao: ah, I see. Well let's go then.

We'll take a little stroll.

Shen Jiu: sure.

Yao: *fixing his clothes and hair* are there foxes there?

Shen Jiu: *doing the same* yes they are. And who knows, some are maybe fox spirits too.

They stay out of sight, most of the time.

Yao: I think they'll come out of hiding. Hulijings always follow their Huangdi.

They can pick up on my aura.

Shen Jiu: as expected! Everyone can pick up on your powerful aura. Your beauty would definitely bring them out

Afterwards, they neatened up and went for their stroll.

Yao: *fluttering his fan*

Shen Jiu: *thinking of their time in bed, which caused him to hiccup*

Shen Jiu: *hiccups* pardon me, Huangdi. *hiccup*

Yao: lord Shen. What happened to you.

*laughing*

Shen Jiu: you're really really hot, you know that right.

And whenever I think about you, I hiccup.

Yao: oh dear.

Anyways I know that's the norm.

*guqin music playing*

Shen Jiu: peaceful isn't it.

Yao: very.

Shen Jiu: Huangdi, sometimes, I'm jealous that Shen Yuan is a hulijing and I'm not.

I just want you to be my Huangdi, while I become your hulijing servant.

Yao: I'm still your Huangdi,

Shen Jiu: yea but I'm not a hulijing. All hulijings would offer some of their fox qi energy to you as a gift of allegiance, and I want to do that. Also they're so cunning and mischievous, and you do know I love chaos.

I think I'll turn myself into a hulijing!

Yao: *sigh* Shen Jiu, you're insane. But I like your adoration. And don't worry, you'll still be a cultivator, but more powerful you know.

Shen Jiu: I don't care about power, once I have Huangdi.

Yao: you do you, Shen Jiu.

Shen Jiu: mn. I'll do that soon.

Suddenly, some foxes came out to peep their Huangdi, and kowtow to him.

Yao: oh hi, hulijings.

Spying on your Huangdi.

Shen Jiu: ah they're adorable!

Hulijings: *offers flowers to him*

Yao: lovely flowers! Are they for me? *smiling*

Thank you very much.

Shen Jiu: *admires him*

Yao: I wish A-Song could experience foxes in a forest. But he's what you call a lavish prince. He only sees hulijings in a city, private gardens or his palace.

Shen Jiu: rest assured. I'll let prince Rusong get in touch with nature.

Yao: mn.

Nature reminds me of Qinghe.

And when I used to eat alone after being insulted.

Shen Jiu: that's so disrespectful and heartbreaking.

You're too gorgeous to be treated like that.

I'll deal with Nie gui fei.

Yao: *laughing* you don't need to.

Shen Jiu: of course I do. When I'm done with him, he would beg for mercy.

Both: *took a seat*

Yao: I'm curious to see what you're gonna do.

Shen Jiu: hey, I wonder how's Skinzun doing with team dimple.

Yao: haha, probably wreaking havoc.

Shen Jiu: yea, that Skinzun is a diva.

Meanwhile in Jing Manor's harem palace.

Skinzun was cuddling with Qin Su on her throne, while wearing her golden hairpins and shawl. And team dimple got to offer treats to him.

Qin Su: Skinzun, do you really have to try to enslave team dimple.

Wanrong: he doesn't even want to be near anyone else than jiejie and Huangdi.

Xue yang: because he's a sassy little diva. Who does he think he is?!

Wanyue: Skinzun just loves the queen of the harem I guess.

Qin Su: or my jewelry and clothes. I saw him in my jewel box.

Mo xuanyu: I didn't know a cat can be so much of a diva.

Qin Su: I know right. I think I want to adopt two cats now. My staff are looking for some cute cat breeds for me.

Mo xuanyu: that's fabulous

Su she: Skinzun is worst than his owner.

Mo xuanyu: little demon, I mean Skinzun, here are your snacks. Sushi made by Yao geges Japanese Kitsune chefs.

Xue yang: the way I had to put that thing to sleep. Shanshan, it's your turn this time.

Su she: I think I'll tell him about the Lan rules and he'll fall asleep.

Xue yang: good idea.

#the huli jing emperor #hulijing emperor 2 #foxyao #meng yao #jin guangyao #dimpledlianfang #su she #jin zixuan #emperor #Shen Jiu #YaoJiu #skinzun

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YOU'RE SO PRETTY OMG!! and i just wanna say I really love your fics (especially the toto ones ;)) Alkaline's SO GOOD! 💗💗

STOPPP AHHHH!!! (i literally think i am just the average human in terms of looks)

AND THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! i’m so glad that i have found my niche group of people <3 you guys are truly the best

#asks: alkaline 💌#asks: toto wolff 💌

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I just checked the playlist for Frustration and YOU HAVE SLEEP TOKEN IN THERE HELLO????

alright that's it, I was kinda on the fence (I've stumbled on your fics a couple times but I tend to avoid female reader inserts cuz of damn dysphoria) but screw it, I'm just gonna dive in and read everything. I'll check back in once I'm done.

Omg 😭 you can thank my dear friend who got me into them! Alkaline immediately got stuck in my head!

And thank you so much for going ahead and giving my stories a chance 🥺 hope you feel comfortable reading them, and it's totally understandable if you don't 💗

#answered ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

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fxreflyes · 2 years ago

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ahh hi k!! 💕💖💗 thank u for asking :))

a (somewhat less chaotic than it could have been for shuffling) playlist for u <3

For Fiona - no use for a name (side note: i actually recommend the tim mcllrath cover of this it’s quite sweet??)

Seen a ghost (acoustic) - old sea brigade

Kiss you to death - alkaline trio

Natural born sinner - in this moment

Someone who cares - the only ones

#music ask game #thank you for asking!!#k tag #wishing u the most lovely day / night <333 #asks

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Would love to believe every single one of them is Andylind (Rivusa? never heard of any other ftws ships), but.. okay, tell me more about Smudges & Scrawls 💗 all the others sound intriguing too though!

Ahh sorry for the betrayal, Anne!

Okay this is one I am incredibly excited about! It's a fic that will be entirely dialogue, just a series of notes back and forth between Riven and Musa. I started it because my biggest weakness as a writer is dialogue, so this was an exercise to improve that for myself and it just spun out of control and grew itself a plot.

I have two versions started for it -- there's a lighthearted one of them just passing notes at school, and then there's an angsty, aged-up one (of course) where Riven's been imprisoned in Polaris and Musa reaches out by letter to try and help -- and I'm currently unsure which one I'm going to choose... maybe I can let the people of tumblr decide?? So here's some snippets for both:

Lighthearted

R: Number 17 is alkaline soil not clay soil. M: Stop giving me the answers or I'll never pass the final. R: Does this mean you'll kick me in the balls too, Pixie? M: I kneed him. R: Like his dick would know the difference. R: What'd he do to deserve it anyway? M: He called me Pixie and wouldn't stop writing in my notebook.

Angsty

Musa, The man in the cell next to mine died last night. I heard the wardens joke about how creative he was for hanging himself with his shirt. I don't think my own shirt, worn as it is, would even hold my weight so I don't know how he did it. But I realized I'd heard him. I heard him make these awful choking sounds until it eventually stopped. I heard a man's life drain away and all the guards have to say about it are fucking jokes. Why help a prisoner? A traitor to Solaria? We don't bloody deserve help, right? I don't want to die, Musa. -Riven

Riven, I know I can’t possibly know what it’s like for you in Polaris and I know I can’t really do anything to help you since this is my case. Not when we can't hang out or meet up to talk about it. I feel like then I could look you in the eye so you could feel how sorry I am, you know what I mean? I don't know how you handle situations like this because we were only friends of a sort for a while at Alfea, if you even remember that. So I'm unsure if you'd rather talk about it, or have some space or if you just avoid every feeling that bombards you (I used to do that a lot). But since you can't really shout at me from where you are, all I can think is to give you some space. So, as much as it pains me to do so, I'll make myself stop writing to you. I just want you to know, I'll miss you if this is the end of it and I won't stop trying to get you out. -Musa

#of course even my damn snippets are long af lol #rivusa #riven x musa #fate: the winx saga #my writing #nova writes #ask me things

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zwentner · 5 years ago

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#NoWater 😱

VICE über Ernährung-Influencerinnen auf Instagram, die für sich entschieden haben, dass es gesund sei, kein Wasser mehr zu trinken… WTF3000!!!

20.02.2020

Der traurige Höhepunkt der Wasser-Esoterik. Damen die glauben, die letzten 300k-Jahre ‘Homo Sapiens Überleben’ lügen strafen zu müssen und behaupten alles Wasser das wir in Flaschen kaufen oder das aus der Leitung kommt sei ‘tot’ und nicht schluckenswert.

Deshalb trinken sie auch kein solches mehr und regeln ihren Flüssigkeitshaushalt durch sog H302 (lebendiges Wasser), sprich Wasser aus Gurken, Obst usw. Unter dem Hashtag #NoWater bewegen sie vermutlich tausende ihrer Anhänger_Innen dazu ihnen gleich zu tun, weil herkömmliches Wasser böse, und ein Produkt der Industrie, die ja nur daran verdienen will, dass wir nicht austrocknen.

Ich bin ja wirklich offen für Ernährungsexperimente und natürlich heißt es immer jedem das Seine. Wer sich ‘Influencer’ schimpft hat aber auch Verantwortung. Ob man die erfüllt, wenn man seinen Followern verklickern will, das Verdursten eine Alternative zu Bodyshaming ist? Irgendwie bin ich da misstrauisch…

Sieh dir diesen Beitrag auf Instagram an

Research from the University of Aberdeen shows that certain relatively low fibre, water-packed fruits and veggies may hydrate the body twice as effectively as water. The study identified watermelon as the superstar hydrating fruit. Watermelons contain a staggering 92% water, along with 8% sugar and a variety of mineral salts that are essential for optimum hydration, including sodium, magnesium and potassium 🍉🍉🍉🍉🍉🍉🍉🍉🍉🍉🍉 oh yeah, that’s a 100% copy and paste from google for those who need scientific proof that eating fruits is good for you… 🤪🤦🏽‍♀️ . . . . . . #stayhydrated #hydration #runstrong #fruitpower #raw #fruitarian #vegan #veganathlete #veganultrarunner #latviete #latvian #runner #dxb #mydubai #uk #london #runlondon #fit #fitness #plantpower

Ein Beitrag geteilt von Alise Miksta (@alisemiksta) am Aug 17, 2019 um 3:40 PDT

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Leider fehlt in dem Artikel der wissenschaftliche Hintergrund über ‚lebendiges‘ Wasser. Darum hier noch mal ein wenig mehr über die erstaunlichen Eigenschaften von H3O2 , die Substanz die in Obst&Gemüse gefunden wird uns so wichtig für die Flüssigkeitszufuhr unserer Zellen ist. H3O2 wird auch als lebendes, strukturiertes oder hexagonales Wasser bezeichnet. Es besitzt viele Eigenschaften, die die Wissenschaftler immer wieder zum Staunen bringen: H3O2 ist: – negativ geladen – hat eine gelartige Viskosität – hat einen veränderten elektronischen Widerstand – hat einen veränderten pH-Wert – reinigt sich von selbst. – hydriert auf zellulärer Ebene Wir sind 99% Wasser. Hydration ist essential für unseren Zellen. Achte also auf die Qualität deines Wassers. Nicht tot und abgestanden sondern lebendig und frisch. Darum gehts, und diese Qualität finden wir in 🥒🍉🍈🥥🍊. 🙏🏼 ••••••• The published articel does unfortunately not point out the scientific approach to H3O2, the living water, which our cells thrive on. It is important for me to point out, that we are 99% water snd of course have to hydrate! But HOW we hydrate is the key. This highly structured water is referred to as fourth phase of water, not H2O but H3O2, and can be called living water. It’s more viscous, dense, and alkaline than regular water; has a negative charge, and can hold energy, much like a battery, and deliver energy too. The key ingredient to create this highly structured water is light, i.e. electromagnetic energy. Maintaining a state of alkalinity and negative charge in your cells and body is important for optimal health. Hydrating on cellular level means to hydrate from 🥒🍉🍊🥥🍈 – fresh – living water 💗💦. #livingwater#h3o2#drinkingwater#hydration#dryfasting#healthylifestyle#healthyliving#puffyeyes#waterretention#pimpyourprana#fruitbased#fruitbasedvegan#frutarian

Ein Beitrag geteilt von SOPHIE PRANA (@pimpyourprana) am Feb 8, 2020 um 10:18 PST

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