#Probate Process

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[hoe4hotchner]

the team meeting aaron's lawyer!wife who's personality is similar to his + she's the best in her field

Langston & Bell | [A.H]

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Lawyer wife!reader | WC: 1.2k | CW: Not really anything except for a little law jargon and mentions of a case the BAU is working on.

A/N: My brain hurts from looking up law terminology, and I'm not even sure if I used all the words correctly

The glass doors of Langston & Bell opened as Hotch led the rest of his team inside. The air felt heavy—as they entered—from the scent of freshly brewed coffee and a faint lemony aroma.

The firm itself was one of the most prestigious ones in all of Virginia, and its reputation suited it. Everything about the space was designed to impress—shining marble floors in the lobby, towering bookshelves filled with thick leather-bound volumes of law books and journals, and abstract art that screamed of a space aimed to do business with rich and pretentious people.

Emily glanced around, clearly trying to process how they’d ended up here. “Langston & Bell?” she muttered under her breath. “Isn’t this place out of our league?”

“They’re not dealing with criminal justice,” Spencer pointed out. “They specialize in corporate litigation and high-profile estate law. The firm is known for taking on cases that require absolute discretion.” Emily tried her best not to roll her eyes at Spencer's outburst of knowledge but failed.

Hotch didn’t respond, he kept his pace steady as he approached the front desk. His usual stone-faced demeanor was on full display, his features—although set not completely in a frown—were unreadable. He seemed unbothered by the hushed stares they received from the staff as they had entered with their badges held out in front of them.

The receptionist, a young woman with a straight posture and a sharp smile, greeted them. “Good afternoon. How may I assist you?”

Hotch stepped forward, his voice even. “We’re with the FBI. We’re looking for the attorney who handled the probate case for Samuel Larkin.”

The receptionist’s fingers danced quickly over her keyboard, her expression unchanged. “That would be Attorney Hotchner.”

Dead silence.

Emily blinked. “I’m sorry, did you say Hotchner?”

“Yes,” the receptionist replied, unfazed, almost on the brink of annoyance. “Would you like me to see if she’s available?”

“She,” Morgan echoed, his brows furrowing a little as his gaze flipped from the receptionist to Hotch.

Before anyone could recover from their shock, the sound of sharp heal clicks echoed through the lobby.

“Aaron,” came a clear voice from behind. “If this is your idea of surprising me, I’ll admit it’s more creative than flowers. But I have a deposition in thirty minutes.”

The team turned as one, their collective gazes landing on the woman who had just entered the room. You were dressed in a tailored navy suit that emphasized your poised demeanor. Your expression was both curious and faintly amused as your eyes locked on Hotch.

“Counselor,” he greeted smoothly, his tone carrying a subtle warmth that the team rarely heard.

“Counselor?” Rossi asked, a slow grin forming as his gaze flicked between you and Hotch.

Your lips quirked up in a small smile as you approached, your heels clicking against the marble with each step. “I assume this is your team?”

“It is,” Hotch confirmed.

You turned your attention to the group, giving them a brief once-over with an expression that wasn’t unkind but clearly measured. “Well, where are my manners? I’m Y/N Hotchner, senior litigation partner here at Langston & Bell. And yes, I can see the wheels turning in all your heads.”

Morgan crossed his arms, already grinning. “Oh, I’ve got a lot of questions right now.”

You raised an eyebrow, unfazed. “Feel free to ask them, Agent Morgan. I’ve been cross-examined by some of the sharpest minds in the country—I’m sure I can handle you.”

JJ stepped forward, clearly trying to keep her surprise in check. “Wait, you’re married?”

You tilted your head toward Hotch, your expression softening just a fraction. “You didn’t tell them?”

“It never came up,” Hotch replied with a shrug, though the faint glimmer of amusement in his eyes didn’t escape you.

You shook your head, exhaling a soft laugh. “Aaron’s great at compartmentalizing, isn’t he? Well, to officially answer your question—yes, I’m his wife. And judging by your expressions, this is news to you.”

“Big news,” Emily muttered, still processing.

Hotch cleared his throat, subtly redirecting the conversation. “We need access to the probate records for Samuel Larkin. Anything that might help us build our case.”

Your demeanor shifted instantly, professionalism overtaking the playful edge. “Aaron, you know I can’t just hand over client information without a court order.”

“We’re only asking for publicly available records,” he clarified.

You studied him for a moment, a silent exchange passing between you. Then you turned to your assistant, who stood nearby. “Jane, pull the Larkin docket and bring me all publicly filed documents. Annotate them if you have time, and leave them on my desk before your shift ends.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Jane replied, already moving toward the elevator.

“You always find a way around the rules,” Hotch said, his voice was low but carrying a note of fondness.

“And you love that about me,” you shot back with a wink, your eyes glinting with mischief.

Morgan leaned closer to Emily, his voice just loud enough for her to hear. “I don’t know what’s more surprising—the fact that he’s married, the fact that she's a lawyer, or the fact that she might be scarier than him.”

Although Jane hadn't gone through the records yet, she sent you a digital copy as soon as she had found them. You walked the team through them with ease. Every legal term you used was calculated, giving away as little about your client as you could, while still helping your husband and his team. You made sure to translate every dense legal jargon into actionable insights every time you saw one of their faces pull an expression.

“Here,” you said, pointing to a transaction on the financial statement. “These wire transfers are from an offshore account linked to Larkin. It’s not evidence of criminal activity, but it raises enough red flags to warrant further investigation.” If Larkin found out you had helped the feds, you could be in big trouble, you thought as you revealed the account.

Spencer leaned in, his eyes lighting up with understanding. “If we trace the accounts, we might uncover a connection to our unsub.”

“Precisely,” you replied, offering him a small nod of approval.

By the time the team wrapped up, they had everything they needed to move forward. As they gathered their materials, you leaned against the edge of the table, folding your arms as you looked at Hotch.

“Dinner at seven?” you asked, your voice softer, the edge of professionalism giving way to something more personal.

“Seven,” he confirmed, his tone lighter than usual.

You smiled, leaning in just enough to lower your voice. “Try not to scare anyone off before then, okay?”

“No promises,” he replied, his lips twitching upward in the faintest of smiles.

As the team exited the building, Morgan shook his head in disbelief. “She is definitely scarier than Hotch”

Emily grinned. “I think I like her better.”

“I like her too,” Rossi added with a chuckle.

Hotch walked ahead, the faint smile still playing on his lips, but he didn’t say a word. He didn’t have to. The team had seen enough to know he’d married his perfect match—an equal who could still challenge him enough to keep him on his toes.

[muchemoaboutnothing]

Thanks for checking in I’m still LOOSING MY MIND

[starsandwriting]

Haha. Hahaha.

[ID: Alternating excerpts from the transcripts of The Magnus Protocol episode 11 and The Magnus Archives episode 112 and 67.

1.

Gwen: I thought he was going to kill me!

Lena: But he didn’t, which means you’ve passed the first part of your probation. Congratulations. Did you scream?

2.

(Elias): congratulations. You’re doing a lot better than I expected.

Archivist: Feels like all I’ve managed to do is… not die.

Elias: And believe me, that is a remarkably rare skill.

3.

Gwen: I don’t understand.

Lena: Yes, you do.

Beat.

Gwen: But… why?

Lena: “Why” comes later. For now, it’s best you try to process the “what.” I’ll let you know when I have another liaison assignment for you.

4.

Archivist: So you obviously know how to stop it. You could just tell me!

Elias: I could. But I believe that if I did so, you would fail. The Stranger is antithetical to us.

[The Archivist sighs heavily]

5.

Gwen (defeated): I… Ok.

Gwen opens the door.

Lena: Oh, and Gwen?

Gwen: Yes?

Lena: Get some sleep. You look dreadful.

6.

Archivist: Of course, of course. Understood.

Elias: And for God’s sake, get some sleep.

End ID]

Thank you @princess-of-purple-prose for the ID!

[mod2amaryllis]

im just gonna be petty ignore me

are you ever training someone and eventually it gets to a point where you just like

give up on them lol

[simplyraeblue]

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Professional (Shouta Aizawa x reader)

!afabreader x aizawa as a teacher, reprimanding wasn't uncommon for you to practice. you being reprimanded? only allowed by Shouta Aizawa. WARNINGS/TAGS: swearing, NSFW, MDNI, p in v, creampie (don't be silly wrap your willy!), somewhat public sex, sex on a desk, going commando (couldn't be me), no pronouns used, use of sweetheart, light bondage (gagged by a tie), punishment kink A/N: art above by ficel_art on instagram! I saw it on pinterest first but immediately deep dove onto their account. dadzawa was just too hot in this art to not immediately write something for him ( ´ཀ` ) word count: 1,930

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you loved being a teacher at U.A. – but some days, it felt like the little future heroes were actually little devils. it was about the third time that little… twat waffle… named Katsuki Bakugo had interrupted your class just today to bully Izuku Midorya. while your mental nickname for him wasn’t very teacherly, the best you could do was to speak to his homeroom teacher.

after lunch had started, you marched your exhausted ass to Shouta’s classroom. someone needed to knock some sense into that kid, and you were very sure it wasn’t going to be you doing the job. if you tried… well, you’d probably lose your job with the words you’d use. and Bakugo could be even worse in return, you were certain of that.

you didn’t bother to knock at the door as you shoved it open to find Shouta sitting at the desk grading a stack of papers. he glanced up at your loud intrusion, an eyebrow arching up when he saw the look on your face, already knowing that you were ready to unload.

“who was it today?” Shouta hummed as he merely returned his focus to the homework in front of him without missing a beat. you slammed your hands on his desk, earning his full attention on you.

“I’m going to try very hard to speak in a professional manner, so listen up because I’m not repeating myself.” you warned him with a glare sharp enough to cut through steel. Shouta raised an eyebrow, hands up in a silent gesture to proceed. “I know you love your students – and don’t try to lie – but you need to reprimand Bakugo more often. he’s disrupted my class every day this week, and I’m seriously considering putting him on probation from participating in the sports festival.”

Shouta slowly stood, moving around the desk as he processed your words, nodding along. “so, you think he should be punished?” he asked, his voice even.

you nodded firmly. “and I’m asking you to help.”

he gave a small, knowing shrug. “and you’re trying to be professional about it?”

“well, I like to think of myself as a professional most of the time.” you chuckled dryly as you shook your head. in the back of your mind, you couldn’t help but wonder if you were getting close to the point where you might use your quirk on the brat a few times… but that would only happen if you were specifically asked to for training purposes.  

Shouta had made his way to your side by now, standing a few inches from you as he smirked. when you noticed his expression you raised an eyebrow at him. “I don’t know that I’d call you the most professional of teachers.” he told you as he looked down into your eyes.

“what’s that supposed to mean, Shouta?” you dared to ask, still confused as to where he was going with this. “are you going to give me an exhaustive list of the reasons I’m not professional, because it wouldn’t be the first time you have.”

“no, not an exhaustive list today.” he snickered before his hand drifted to grasp at your hips. you jumped slightly at the contact, sucking in a breath when he ruched the hem of your skirt in his fingers.

he’d been watching you since this morning, the black pencil skirt you wore showing off the plush of your ass as you walked down the hallway to attend to the students. his eyes followed you like magnets wherever you went – and he hadn’t been ignorant enough to miss the tiny little detail he was about to bring to your attention.

before he spoke again, he swiftly lifted you to sit on the edge of his desk, causing you to gasp. when he leaned in, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear, he whispered, “for now, let’s start with the fact that you’re not wearing any panties.”

immediately, a smirk crossed your lips. “ah, so you finally noticed?” you murmured, cheeks heating with his breath on your ear.

“I noticed long ago. I’m assuming this was for me?” he asked as his nose nuzzled your neck, making you groan. “you just couldn’t wait until we were home could you, sweetheart?”

“you’re always so tired when you get home, I just wanted you to know what you had to look forward to.” as you explained, you thought back to getting dressed this morning – you’d quickly thrown on your outfit, neglecting your panties while your husband was in the bathroom. Shouta had been none the wiser when he’d come out, simply giving you a morning kiss before the two of you left for work.

“I don’t know, I kind of want it right now.” you pulled back to study his face, seeing them dark with desire as his hands palmed your ass through your skirt. “we have some time while the students are at lunch, what do you say?”

you were reminded every day of how hot your husband was, and now was no exception. “lock the door.” you instructed him, to which he pushed off of you and secured the door. when he returned, he wasted no time in crashing his lips into yours.

“we should still be quick, sweetheart. don’t want any of the students roaming the hallway to hear us.” Shouta whispered between your lips, taking your lower one into his mouth and sucking harshly on it.

“then you’d better be quiet.” you teased, something that you always learned your lesson for doing later. you felt him smirk into the next kiss he gave you as he pushed your skirt up to your waist, cold air hitting your wetting pussy.

he knew how to be fast, and quiet. it was something Shouta learned very quickly within his line of work – but you’d figured out how to make that increasingly more difficult for him to put into practice. your hands all but ripped his belt off before shoving his pants and boxers down, revealing his cock standing at attention.

god, he’d thought about using his lunch time to find a secluded place and jerk off to the thought of you. after noticing your lack of underwear this morning, it was all he could think about, repeatedly having to clear his mind while working. but this was even better, he thought.

you watched in awe as Shouta pulled his tie off, and just as you wondered if he would throw it to the side, he instead pushed the fabric between your teeth and swiftly tied it behind your head. “now, you have to be the one to be quiet.” Shouta taunted as he placed a light kiss on your gagged mouth.

while he lined his tip with your seeping hole, you whimpered against the fabric muffling your words. Shouta was painstakingly slow in pushing inside of you, your walls stretching to accommodate his immense girth as you moaned at the feeling of his veiny cock molding your walls.

when he finally bottomed out, he let out a low groan of pleasure before placing a hand on your chest and pushing you back to lay flat on the desk. “I’m beginning to think your lack of professional is what needs to be punished.” Shouta teased as he leisurely rolled his hips into yours causing your eyes to roll back. “but I guess I’ll have to save your true penalty for tonight, since we need to be quick.”

 you nodded fervently as he began to slam into you, the desk creaking beneath you with every bullying thrust. “please.” your beg came out muffled, but enough for him to understand.

Shouta’s lips covered yours to add an extra layer of quieting your noises, his dick now repeatedly slamming into your walls with a fierce pace. he pulled away for a moment to spit onto your clit before his fingers began to work the sensitive nub. “don’t worry, sweetheart. tonight, you’re going to get a good punishment that I think you and I both will enjoy.” you whimpered at the thought, already knowing your ass would be bruised and sore come tomorrow morning.

“fuck I’ll never – mph – get sick of – hah – this pussy.” Shouta bit out with each smack of his hips into your ass, the noises the two of you were creating become filthier every second. as he brutally circled your clit, pinching it between his fingers, you moaned into the now wet fabric between your teeth. he always had been an expert at getting you close with almost no effort, and you could already feel the knot coiling in your stomach. “so perfect for me sweetheart. such a perfect wife.”

he was a little sad that he needed to be fast, wanting to savor every bit of you, but after looking at the clock Shouta realized that time was almost up. “gonna need you to – hmph – come on my cock now, sweetheart. need you to come before I fill you up.”

with his demand, he slapped a hand down onto your clit harshly, making your back arch off the desk in response. “Shouta!” your husband’s name barely passed your lips before he smacked your clit again, caressing it between each contact until you were coming undone beneath him. “m’ coming!”

Shouta swore under his breath as he watched your body convulse below, your pretty eyes rolling back just as your slick walls clenched around his cock. if he had more time, he’d keep going until you couldn’t walk for a week – but he’d just have to save it for tonight. for now, he allowed his release to barrel over him alongside yours.

his head fell down between your covered tits, the fabric of your shirt doing nothing to hide them as he muffled his own whines of pleasure before he was shooting ropes of cum inside you. he’d buried himself to the hilt to make sure you got every last drop, praying it was deep enough to ensure it stayed trapped inside of you for the rest of the day.

with perfect timing, he started to come down from the high just as the bell rang, echoing in your now almost deaf ears. Shouta slowly pulled out, hissing at the loss of warmth against his cock, before quickly pulling his tie from your lips. he used it to clean himself up before kneeling down to wipe away any mess he’d left between your thighs.

“maybe I should’ve brought a backup pair of panties.” you groaned as you slowly sat up. “now I’m going to have to worry that our unborn children are going to leak down my thighs the rest of the day.”

“you wicked woman, that foul mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble one day.” Shouta smirked as he kissed you softly. you watched as he walked back around his desk and opened a drawer, before he pulled out a pair of your panties. “it’s a good thing I noticed before we left the house and brought these just in case.”

your jaw dropped out as you snatched them from him. “you knew! and you let me think I’d seduced you.” a pout formed on your lips before you slipped the underwear on, praying it was enough to prevent any embarrassment.

Shouta only caressed your head, his lips meeting yours again. “you seduce me without even trying, sweetheart.” you grinned at the words until his hand gently wrapped around your throat. “but don’t forget, you’re still getting reprimanded later.”

you’d never been so excited to get punished.

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[bonbonly]

bon thoughts (18+) CollegeAU!Max Verstappen that spends too much gaming with his friends, never once studying for any tests coming up. in fact, he skips classes just to get back on his sim and race with his friends. the computer lab in the university is always occupied by him, he's always sitting in the corner with a pack of red bulls to chug down to keep him going. being the ever so responsible friend, you decide that enough is enough, you had to help out max. if he didn't pass this test in biology, he would surely be placed on probation. you cared too much about your friend to let that slide!

"the library's too quiet, i can't focus," max would whine, or he'd huff out in annoyance, "the field's too loud."

as the excuses kept piling up, you frown and cross your arms. your bottom lip stuck out in a way that makes max want to lean forward and nip at your sweet lips. he shifts in his seat to hide his growing arousal, his blue eyes staring intently at your ass as you walk through the university hallways to find a suitable place to tutor him. eventually, you texted some of your friends in your dorm that you were bringing a guest over.

"they won't be back for a week, they're all going on a trip," you sigh, sitting at your desk and opening your biology notebook. a grin plasters on max's face, realizing that he had all week to be with you. he always hated that you spent too much time with your friends, i mean he was your best friend! surely he should be your number one priority, right?

"come on max, it's time to finally teach you the Kreb's cycle," you groan, always hating that topic. a quick glance at max makes you frown, wondering why he was staring at you like that, his pupils blown out.

and no sooner did you think that, you're now on your back on the bed, having him eat you out as you try to relay your notes to him. you mewl as his tongue laps you up, and an occasional hum and nod of his head has you choking on air, legs squeezing around his head as his nose rubs against your clit.

"schatje, you can keep going," max exclaims, eyes snapping to meet yours as his tongue dances around your folds. you nod your head, flipping the page of your notebook as you continue, trying to focus on tutoring him but god, he was so good at this!

his fingers join his tongue, scissoring inside your wet cunt. the squelching of his fingers and tongue makes you blush, and you throw the notebook to the side, your attention solely on him... just like he always wanted.

max eventually goes through your notes when you're all cuddled up besides him on the bed, passed out after he fucked you dumb. he smiles at the small doodles in the corners, the detailed descriptions of certain biological processes. he studies them as much as he can before the test in a few days.

and he passes! barely, but still he passed the test! you aced the test, as expected and when you bounce over to Max with the 100 on your paper, he glances between his friends and you and shows you his 70 on the test.

"schat, you think you can tutor me for the next test?" he asks, sweetly and his friends can't seem to understand why you're fumbling over your words, blushing like crazy as Max gives you a cocky smirk.

[turing-tested]

I am very stressed and anxious about making this post but today on top of having to emergency pay to stop the electricity from being shut off to my grandmother's home (I have no idea if it even has water still) - tomorrow I am having to travel a couple hours to file her will and I have no way to pay those court filing fees.

I normally would be already stressed financially about this process but I have yet to pay my own electricity, rent, or internet + on top of the fact that it's going to be several days before I'll get reimbursement for travel I needed to do for work I was counting on to help make it even slightly more manageable.

I've maxed out my credit card, I have no savings left because these past couple months I've had one emergency/unexpected bill after another.

I'm already doing probate myself without a lawyer because I cannot afford one - but I told the bank her mortgage is through I'd have some kind of documentation tomorrow because they're starting to get worried about the lack of progress. if I can't pay those filing fees and get that paperwork filed, I don't know what will happen to her house.

if anyone is capable of/willing to help me get through/literally just survive this incredibly stressful month, I would really appreciate it, truly. anything I get will go to filing that paperwork, paying my rent and keeping my electricity on, and then paying her water bill, in that order. thank you so much.

[helaintoloki]

Keep Your Enemies Closer

pairing: sparrow!ben x reader

warnings: language, angst, suggestive content, minor spoilers

notes: the new season has brought me back from the dead so pls send in any tua requests you have <3 also this technically could be read as a sequel to relenting

summary: attending Grace’s birthday party forces you to confront the man you’ve been trying your hardest to avoid

The scent of pizza and spilled soda invades your senses as you help continue to set up birthday decorations in Lila’s absence. You have no idea where she’s run off to now, but you hope that taking over the rest of the work load will ease some of the stress from the tired mother’s shoulders.

The party center is loud, shrill shrieks of kids and music blasting from the arcade games splitting your ears and giving you a headache, and you’d be lying if you said you wouldn’t rather be anywhere else but in some children’s play place. But, you are Grace’s favorite aunt, and you firmly believed in always showing up for family, so here you are.

Just as you finish setting the last place mat on the kid’s table an overly excited voice calls your name from the back of the room. A smile creeps upon your lips at the familiarity, but it immediately drops when you see that it’s not just Luther heading your way but also the man you loathe with your entire being.

“Hey, you made it!” Luther cheers animatedly before pulling your tense body into a tight bear hug. “It’s so nice to see you, y/n.”

“It’s nice to see you too, big guy,” you agree with a dry laugh and awkward pat to his back. You can feel the daggers being burned into your skull, so you have no choice but to acknowledge Luther’s companion for the day. “But you do know you’re supposed to leave the trash outside, right?”

“Like I haven’t heard that one before,” Ben scoffs with an indignant roll of his eyes. “Shouldn’t you be at the hospital ‘saving lives?’”

“Shouldn’t you still be in jail?” You fire back with ire, and if not for Luther keeping you both apart you’d probably be fist fighting in the middle of the ball pit right now.

“Uh, Ben got out early on probation for good behavior,” Luther explains with a nervous chuckle while attempting to keep the peace as best as he can without losing an eye in the process. “And now he’s here to spend time with us as a family.”

“Yeah, let’s see how long that lasts.”

“Hey, I technically am family,” the Sparrow boasts with a taunting smirk, formulating just the right insults to get under your skin. “You were a late addition added to the Umbrellas to pick up the slack Viktor left behind after Dad suppressed their powers. You’re not even a Hargreeves. Isn’t that right, Luther.”

“W-Well, I wouldn’t say that,” the man is quick to defend only for you to speak over him.

“Fuck. You,” you snarl through gritted teeth, palms clenched tightly at your sides as you adamantly work to not let him get the best of you. “Ben was family, and you’re not him. You’re just the shitty replacement we’re stuck with.”

“And yet when you thought the world was ending you still slept with me.”

The smug smile on Ben’s face is immediately wiped off by the impact of your open palm colliding with his cheek, and the sheer force of your hit as him tumbling back into Luther. Your assault earns a few bewildered gasps from a nearby table of parents, but you couldn’t care less about what a group of wine moms thought of you in that moment. Your chest is tight with rage, but you will yourself to walk away before the situation can escalate further and ruin the party.

“What did I miss?” A curious Five notes after arriving to the scene, but he soon finds himself forced to match your brisk pace as you grab him by the arm and drag him with you to the bar.

“I need a drink.”

~~~

You do your best to avoid him for the rest of the night, but eventually Ben is able to corner you by the gift table where you sit nursing a spiked lemonade.

“Drinking at a kid’s party, huh?”

“Did you come here to get slapped again?” You retort with a wry chuckle before taking a quick swig of your drink.

“Actually,” he starts, hesitating as he struggles to get out the words, “I came to… apologize.”

“You? Apologize? What, is the world ending again?” You scoff in disbelief before finally settling your gaze on the shaggy haired man before you. Maybe it’s the alcohol, but you think prison might have made him hotter, and the fact irks you to no end.

Obviously annoyed by your defensiveness, Ben shakes his head and says, “I don’t even know why I bother. I only came here for Luther’s sake because he wouldn’t shut up about making ‘positive changes’ now that I’m out of jail.”

“‘Don’t even know why I bother?!’” You repeat in indignant disbelief. “I gave you so many chances to prove that you weren’t a complete asshole and every time you screwed me over! You are not the victim in the situation.”

“Oh, spare me the sob story,” Ben remarks dismissively with a roll of his eyes. “I lost someone too, you’re not the only one that has to deal with the fact that you’re stuck with a completely different version of your dead partner. At least I’m trying to make the most of what the universe has given me.”

“By getting yourself thrown in jail over some stupid crypto scheme?”

“Jesus, by trying to make something with you!” Ben cries out in frustration. “You won’t even try to just play along!”

“I already told you, I’m not your y/n. She’s dead,” you remind him harshly. “Sleeping with you was just a moment of weakness and a mistake that shouldn’t have happened.”

“Really? Because if I remember correctly you seemed to really be enjoying yourself,” he taunts with a suggestive smirk that has your face immediately growing hot.

“God, you’re so insufferable! I could just-“

“Kiss me?”

“-choke you!”

A heavy silence falls between you both as you stare at each other in bewildered shock. It takes you a moment to recover from Ben’s words as you swallow harshly and ask, “What did you say?”

“What did… you say?” He retorts in an attempt to remain as inconspicuous as possible. The tension between you now is so thick you could cut it with the knife sitting by the birthday cake, but instead you just sit and stare at each other.

“Does your car have tinted windows?” Ben asks suddenly, prompting you to raise a brow.

“Yeah, why?” You reply with an inquisitive raise of your brow, but when Ben gives you a pointed look you’re then quick to catch on. “If we go now we’ll be back in time for cake.”

“Let’s go,” he says, eagerly rising from his seat so fast it almost knocks over the presents. Anxiously taking your hand in his, you both scan the room to make sure no one’s eyes are on you before bolting towards the exit.

You know you’re going to regret this, but in the moment you couldn’t care less what consequences would come from your romp in the backseat of your car with Ben.

Because as much as you hate to admit it, you’ve really missed him.

[loredwy]

Not because of VPNs, but I noticed that registering with mails from dubious origins (as in, anything that is not gmail/hotmail/yahoo or so) does tend to get your account nuked (not always tho).

In addition to other actions their system considers suspicious too, such as: First posts having links, liking/reblogging too much posts without following a minimum amount of blogs (I think it was 5. You can trigger this if you unfollow people as soon as you register for example), modifying your blog without scrolling through the feed a certain amount of time beforehand, blocking people without doing other actions before (such as following/liking/reblog).

And, idk if it is related 100%, but im convinced @cheezbot is the bot murderer /hj

As soon as it notices you, if you do any of the actions I mentioned before, youre dead. That damn bot is a sniper's laser pointing at your forehead.

The reason I'm asking this is because of a post made by @changes as seen here. There is a specific part under the ONGOING section that goes as such:

We are aware that some folks are hitting rate limit while using a VPN.

I, myself, didn't know this was a thing but I'm also not surprised that it's happening tbh. The reason for this is because of all the bullcrap I've gone through over the past couple of years while using a VPN. So please vote, reblog this, and tell me your stories about everything that has happened to you on here while using a VPN. I want as many people as possible to vote because we shouldn't have stupid things happen because we care about our privacy.

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for Jan behind the cut; "the one where Kon's soulmark isn't fake". (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“Just fine, Kid,” Lane says darkly, still glaring daggers at the WGBS guys. Like, if she had heat vision . . . oof. There would not even be a stain left to clean up. There would not even be a smudge left to clean up. 

“We’ll fucking sue your–!” the TV reporter starts to yell, and wow does Lane project when she’s pissed-off. Like, she doesn’t even yell back at him; she just gives him a look and the dude snaps his mouth back shut so fast Superboy hears his teeth hit. 

“You’ll what, Nate?” she asks dryly. “Start another fight you can’t finish? Or just get put on probation for plagiarizing an intern again?” 

The TV reporter blanches, then tries to get himself together enough to brush the grass off and glare back at her. It is not effective. Like. At all. She just folds her arms and gives him this absolutely flat look like she’s just, like, bored. 

Yeah: major “oof”. 

Maaaaajor. 

Fuck, Lane is just so fucking cool. If Superboy was, like, a normie civilian type or whatever and not gonna grow up and be Superman, he’d wanna grow up and be her. Like, you know, except for the part where you probably have to go to college and shit for doing shit like being a reporter or whatever. So not, like, specifically growing up to be a reporter or whatever, just like . . . the vibes, whatever, he doesn’t know. 

Also like, who even reads the newspaper anymore anyway? Definitely not a solid career prospect to grow up and be. 

He's not really the college type anyway.

“Well, need anybody dropped on any of the rent-a-cops, then?” Superboy asks her, mostly because he’s already blown his cover so he feels like he should do something. “Or, like, does your buddy down there need dropped at the first aid station, whichever.” 

“I’m fine, Superboy, thank you,” Kent says, straightening his glasses awkwardly as he makes an even more awkward attempt at getting himself up off the grass. Superboy pretends not to remember meeting him after that embarrassment of a bank robbery in the vague hope he’ll be less fucking mortified about having met him at that embarrassment of a bank robbery, though his success is maybe kinda limited there. “Um–Lois, are you–?” 

“The only thing I ‘hurt’ was my knuckles,” Lane snorts, rolling her eyes. 

“Oh right, guess yours aren’t invulnerable, huh,” Superboy realizes, then ducks down and grabs Kent by the back of his jacket to pull the guy up to his feet. Usually he’d just let a dude handle himself, but this dude is just so awkward, he kinda feels bad for him. Like, might as well leave a three-legged puppy trying to climb the stairs solo, geez.

Kent makes a mildly startled noise and nearly overbalances in the process of getting his feet under him. Superboy is actually low-key embarrassed for him. Like–god, what, does the guy try to be this awkward? Superboy really, really feels like somebody should have to be trying, to be this awkward.

Lane has the weirdest taste in soul-dudes, seriously. Like, the literal actual weirdest. Superboy just genuinely cannot believe a badass like her has a soulmate with a glass jaw who, again, tripped his way into a microphone. 

Actually, he can’t believe Superman has a soulmate like that. Like–talk about fucking weird. 

Yeah, Superboy definitely doesn’t get it. If he had a soulmate like that–like, a weird awkward dude who literally couldn’t even take a punch from some rando TV reporter, seriously–like, what would that even be like? 

. . . like. What would that even . . . be like. 

Superboy thinks, like–he thinks: if his soulmark was real, if his soulmark matched somebody else’s, if there was actually somebody else on the end of it and it was weird awkward Clark Kent or professional badass Lois Lane or even Su–

“Like maybe your jaw’s fine but you should probably take up yoga or something, man, you gotta work on that center of balance,” Superboy informs Kent, because that’s all stupid fucking shit to be thinking about anyway. His soulmark’s fake, so it doesn’t matter anyway. Like–just, it’s fake. Obviously. 

It’s fake, so it was never gonna be fucking anybody. 

So he doesn’t think about it. 

“You should be taking this bitch to security!” the WGBS guy snaps, and Lane just arches an eyebrow and continues to look entirely unimpressed with him. 

“Sorry, who?” Superboy asks, cocking his own eyebrow at the dude. That . . . sure is a choice that this dude is choice-ing right now. Like . . . wow, definitely a choice. Like all these choices that he has been choice-ing. “The pretty lady in heels who I just watched your sleazy ass chuck a microphone at and then throw a whole-ass haymaker at? And like, not even competently? Like you’re lucky you didn’t bust up your wrist, man, your form’s total fucking shit.” 

Admittedly his general form is kinda iffy because his TTK reinforces all his bones and muscles and ligaments and everything else he’s got anyway, but he at least knows how to throw a basic-bitch punch, alright? Like, he can pumpkin spice his way through a street fight. He can in fact very much pumpkin spice his way through a street fight. 

“She started it!” the guy sputters indignantly. Superboy just pushes up his sunglasses and cocks his head to squint at the dude. 

“By what metric, man?” he asks, wrinkling his nose. 

[burntoutdaydreamer]

3 Steps to Improve Your Characters and Make Them Three-Dimensional

So I don’t have a process for creating/developing characters (to me the process is intuitive to the point where I wouldn’t even know how to explain it), but I do have a process for revising characters that just… fall flat, for whatever reason. 

I like to get to know my characters by throwing them into a bunch of different situations and seeing how they react, but sometimes that’s not enough. In these cases I need to go back to the drawing board and figure out how to make them not feel like a cardboard caricature of the role I need them to fill. Here’s the process I use, and it involves three key questions to understand what makes your character tick.

1) What is this character’s fundamental belief- either about the world or themself?

2) Where does this belief come from?

3) How does this belief hinder them, and are they capable of growing past it?

Alright, here’s what the process looks like in action. 

Let’s say I have a character I need to flesh out for my story.

Character A is a middle aged coffee shop owner and the protagonist of her story. The central conflict of the story revolves around trying to save the family run coffee shop she inherited from her father when he passed away, which has recently fallen on hard times.

What is this character's fundamental belief?

Character A believes that the world is an inherently good and fair place. She believes that good is always rewarded and bad is always punished, even if the timing isn't always perfect. As such, she strives to live a virtuous life, putting as much good into the world as she possibly can. While she understands that even good people can face hard times, she believes that in the long term, if things don't work out, it'll be because she didn't put in the work needed to turn things around.

Where does this belief come from?

Character A grew up in a solidly middle class household with good parents that treated her well- rewarding her for good work, and fairly punishing her for misdeeds. Her parents gave her everything she needed, but also expected her to work hard for the things she wanted. She also had the experience of watching her father build a successful business through hard work and by building strong connections with the people in town. If we want to push this further, we could also say that this belief was reaffirmed by watching her brother ruin his own life, squandering all his money and goodwill with those around him on failed get-rich-quick-schemes and outright scams that landed him in jail.

How does this belief hinder them, and are they capable of growing past it?

Let's say that Character A recently hired a barista who seems perfect for the job. Strapped for help, she gets him started right away before getting the results of his background check. When the results come in, she finds out that he is on probation and was recently released from jail for a violent crime. Shocked, she fires him. Believing that people who end up in jail always deserve it, she can't see past her initial prejudices. As a result, her coffee shop suffers from the loss of her new star barista.

Some time goes on, and Character A encounters the barista again, and learns more about the circumstances that landed him in jail (maybe he was falsely convicted, maybe he was battling psychosis, maybe the violent act was done to prevent a loved one- anything that makes her question her initial assumptions). He then confesses that he is struggling to provide for himself and his family because no one will hire him because of his criminal record. Character A comes to realize that her belief isn't completely true, and that the world isn't entirely fair. Though it takes a lot of inner work to do so, including coming to terms with her privilege, she eventually accepts this, and revises her beliefs. She decides that even though the world isn't fair, people have the responsibility to make it fair.

She decides to re-hire the barista she fired. After doing everything she can to make things right with him, she proposes an idea she wants his help with. Together, they transform her family business into a joint coffee shop and community rehabilitation center. In addition to selling coffee, they also launch a program to provide resources to recently incarcerated individuals looking to reenter society. They'll host weekly events on job interview coaching, alcoholics anonymous, motivational speeches, group therapy, opportunities to connect with open-minded employers, and more. Their promotion of this new program enables them to secure funding from local patrons and public grants, and customers are willing to pay for more expensive coffee with the knowledge that that money will be put to good use.

Additionally, if we want to go with the brother in jail backstory, we could have this ending be an opportunity for her to reconnect with him and maybe even repair their relationship as she gets to see him in a new light.

Main Takeaways

And there you have it!

You can use this process on any character- protagonist, antagonist, side character, etc. By grounding your character's motivations and development in their beliefs, you can easily introduce depth and internal conflict while keeping everything connected to the themes and plot driving your story.

Depending on your character's role or your story's plot, the belief can be wide reaching and complex (such as a philosophy or ideology), or specific and personal (such as having to do with their self-esteem). Either way, it should always be tied to their personal experiences or observations. This doesn't necessarily mean a tragic backstory. It could be, but I encourage you not to make this your default way of creating character depth. A mundane but grounded and sincere motivation will always be more compelling than cheap, dark shock factor.

Generally, protagonists with happy endings and villains with successful redemption arcs are capable of moving past their beliefs, while tragic heroes and antagonists aren't, and this failure is usually the source of their downfall. Keep in mind that even if characters do move past their old beliefs, it will always be a difficult thing to do. It will require them to confront their own mistakes, biases, and emotional wounds, and require both internal and external work in order to fix whatever their old beliefs have damaged.

Hopefully this guide will help you approach your characters from a different perspective. Feel free to share any insights.

Happy writing y'all!

[sleepygh0ulia]

˖ ˚⋆🎀Things i’ve manifested!

• Having a PHAT ass, bigger boobs, and a flat stomach

• My ex bf

• Passing a chem and French test i ain’t study for

• Breaking out😐 (this one wasn’t intentional i’m in the process of undoing it)

• Delaying my period until after my vacation

• Winning vb games & making teams

• Finding a juicy tracksuit for TWENTY DOLLARS?? It’s navy and it’s sooo comfy and cute

• My mom and dad not getting divorced, and my mom not verbally abusing me anymore

• Being hard of hearing in my right ear (again unintentional but it’s lowk fire so i’m keeping it)

• My current best friend

• The guy that bullied me from kindergarten-7th grade getting sent to juvie, house arrest, and then social probation (this one was also kinda an accident but i don’t feel bad)

• Games and makeup i want being on sale

• My parents buying Disney+ and paramount+