#Tom until otherwise stated

[righteous-pines]

Chivetiger joined the clan long ago under the lead of Pinestar, but his life as a loner isn’t even a distant memory now. Though he spends much of his time alone, thinking up dialogues and stories in his head that fill his chest with pounding excitement, he is often the cat others in the clan turn to with their problems, as he always seems to have a hypothetical on how to handle everything. He’s happy to spit out his opinion on the matter, and then be left alone, no other conversation necessary. He can often be found in a shady corner, off to himself, sorting his collection of shiny rocks and mumbling softly to himself in little voices.

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Omnivore: Part One

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.1k

Summary: A case personal for Hotch pops up when The Reaper comes back into his life. He stopped killing for ten years only to resurface when the Detective on the original case dies.

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there are any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated

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"Fate is not satisfied with inflicting one calamity." - Roman author Publilius Syrus

"Alright, I just got his crib set up. JJ says he loves that little giraffe stuffed animal, so I put it in there for an easy night," you say and walk into the living room.

Spencer is pacing the floor with Henry in his arms and a bottle in his mouth. He doesn't seem to notice you right away, so you steal a few seconds to admire him from afar. Spencer is such a good godparent to Henry, it makes you think how good he'll be with his own kids.

How did you ever land a guy like Spencer? Something must have happened to you in a past life that granted you eternal happiness in this one. You don't care what other people say, you're the lucky one in this relationship.

"You're staring," Spencer says.

"Can you blame me? You'd be really good with your own kids one day." You walk over to him and look at Henry who is looking up at Spencer. "Do you want some one day?"

"With you?"

"You know, just in general."

"I'd have a dozen of it means you get to be their mother."

"Okay," you blush. "Let's not go that far. We'll start with one and work our way up."

"Deal," he chuckles.

"Man, he is tiny."

"I know. Want to hold him? He's done with his bottle."

"Is that even a question?"

You take Henry from Spencer's arms and pat his back to get him to burp. Spencer puts on a Disney movie for the three of you to enjoy. Halfway through the movie, you end up falling asleep in Spencer's arms and Henry is asleep in yours. Spencer looks down and smiles lovingly at the sight of you and Henry.

He doesn't care what anyone says, he is the lucky one in this relationship. The sight of Henry makes him think about what life would be like if he and you had a child. He was serious before. He'd have a whole family of kids if it means you get to be their mother. Spencer lets you and Henry sleep until the end of the movie before he wakes you so you two can put Henry to bed and go to sleep.

The following work day, you bring Henry into work since Will is meeting you there to take back his child. It sucks you won't be taking care of Henry but JJ is more than happy to let you babysit if it means she and Will get another amazing weekend together.

"How'd he do?" JJ asks and takes her son back.

"Amazing. He's the perfect angel. We didn't have any problems. Did you two have a nice weekend?"

"Yeah, we really needed it."

"Well, we definitely want to babysit again and soon."

"You got it," she chuckles and passes her son over to her boyfriend.

There is a case that requires your attention, so instead of briefing in the conference room, Hotch wants everyone on the plane to Boston as soon as possible. Between the years of 1995 and 1998, Boston detective Tom Shaunessy called in the BAU for a case regarding an unsub who dubbed himself "The Reaper". It was Hotch's first case as a BAU senior which is just another level after being a normal agent.

The Reaper killed more than twenty people back then, and this kind of unsub derives from a sense of power. He contacted Tom Shaunessy and told him he'd stop killing if the investigation was shut down. That's the ultimate power move because Tom couldn't catch this guy no matter what he did. The Reaper knew what he was doing when he asked Tom to do that. He agreed and sent Hotch away since the murders stopped cold turkey.

Well, now Tom is dead and the murders picked back up again.

"The Reaper is driven by a need to dominate, control, and manipulate. Why would he offer a deal that would stop him from doing that?" Emily asks when the plane is in the sky.

"Killing gave him power but after so many, the payoff began to diminish. So, he decided to switch tactics. Offering the deal gave him the ultimate power, something that was better than killing. He manipulated the police into voluntarily surrendering," Hotch answers.

"He even got it in writing. He won. Why did he start killing again?"

"The one person who he made the deal with just died. Narcissistic killers need other people to recognize their power. That's why they contact the media."

"How did he stop for ten years?"

"In 'Night of the Reaper', the author suggests he had been arrested for an unrelated crime or died. Perhaps he's trying to correct that misconception," Spencer says.

"What has he been doing all this time?"

"Planning what he would do if he started killing again."

"From '95 to '98, he shoots, stabs, and bludgeons twenty-one victims. They were men and women of all ages. How did you build a profile from there?"

"We didn't," Hotch says. "Shaunessy sent us home before we had a chance. The Reaper has similarities to BTK and the Zodiac Killer in the way that they're all highly intelligent, disciplined killers who name themselves to the press."

"Highly intelligent may be a bit of an understatement. The Reaper and the Zodiac Killer have never been arrested. The BTK killer was only caught after twenty-five years because he went to the press to counter a book that said he'd died, moved away, or been locked up."

"Speaking of the media, when this gets out, it's going to be a frenzy. If they get wind of this, they're going to be all over the Boston police," JJ sighs.

"The longer we can float the copycat story, the better chance we'll have of catching him. Rossi, Prentiss, and Morgan go to the field office, set up shop, and go through everything there. JJ, Y/N, Reid, and I will go to the crime scene."

The group splits into two when you land, and you head to the crime scene to try and figure out who this Reaper is. There is something different than the last time Hotch was on the case--he didn't have you. Not to be cocky, but you've helped catch so many killers that were difficult to catch because of what you can do.

Sergeant Mike O'Mara is the lead detective on the case who is already at the crime scene when you arrive. Hotch is the only one who gets out so he can talk to Mike alone, and when he gives the signal, you all shuffle out of the car to join his side.

"This is SSA Jennifer Jareau, Dr. Spencer Reid, and SSA Y/N. Everyone, this is Sergeant Mike O'Mara."

"It's nice to meet you. The other half of the team is setting up at the field office."

"Okay. I'm done here anyway. Give them anything they want," Mike says to an officer.

Two people fell victim to The Reaper on the side of the road. On the side of the car is an eyeball with four lines on the top and bottom of the eye. The two victims have been removed from the scene but the blood stains have not.

"The victims are Nina Hale and Evan Harvey. Nina's throat was slashed and was stabbed forty-six times. Evan was bludgeoned and then shot. No shell casings were found."

"He prefers .44 Magnum Revolver," Hotch says about the Reaper. "The younger the female victim, the more time he spends with them, usually with a knife."

"There's a tan line on her wrist," you say when you look at the photos. "She was probably wearing a watch or a bracelet."

"Do we have his wallet?" The officer hands Hotch the wallet. "The reaper took items from each victim and placed them on the next to make sure we knew it was him." Evan was found with glasses on his face, but he doesn't have a prescription for glasses. "He doesn't have a prescription for glasses."

"The glasses aren't his?" Spencer asks.

"He only took glasses from one victim--the ninth. We should have found them on the tenth and we didn't. They were never found."

"What was so special about the ninth victim?"

"He survived. Y/N, what do you see here? Anything might help."

You grab some gloves and walk over to the bloodstain on the ground outside the car. One touch brings you back to last night. Evan is the only car on the highway but he's driving slower than what the speed limit is. He passes by you and pulls over to the side of the road. You walk closer and see that the back driver's tire is flat and needs replacing. Nina stays inside the car while Evan gets out to do that. He only has the flashlight on his phone to light his way but he seems capable of doing this even without the light.

Suddenly, another car comes around the bend and slows down seeing that Evan is in need of help. It pulls in right behind him and the unsub gets out. You know this is the unsub because the man is wearing nothing but black clothes and a black mask that covers his entire face but his eyes. He approaches Evan and begins beating him before shooting him in the face.

You pause the scene and approach the unsub while he has a crazy look in his eyes. You stand right in front of him and look into his hazel-green eyes. There is nothing you can grab off this man because he's very good at hiding himself. He reminds you of Frank Breitkopf, the man who taunted Gideon and kidnapped children to get to his love, Jane Hanratty. The only difference between Frank and this unsub is that this unsub isn't a total psychopath completely void of emotions and feelings.

"I'm not getting anything, Hotch," you sigh and take off your gloves. "All I see is Nina and Evan pulling over, Evan changing his tire, then the unsub comes and kills them both. The unsub wore black clothing with a black mask that only shows his eyes. There is no skin showing except for that around his eyes, which is why I know he's a white man. That's it. I don't even know how old he is. I'm sorry."

"It's okay. Thank you for that. We should head to the field office and join the others. The only surviving victim might be able to tell us who this unsub is."

Derek, Emily, and Rossi already have the conference room set up with the previous murders including this recent one. The only surviving victim of The Reaper is George Foyet, and if you have hope of finding The Reaper, it's through George.

"George Foyet was the ninth victim and the only one to survive The Reaper. His date, Amanda Bertrand, his date for the evening, wasn't as lucky. He likes to attack them inside or near their cars at night on poorly lit, less populated roads."

"Foyet said he approached them pretending to be a lost tourist. In the hospital, we put Foyet with a sketch artist but his memory was a little fuzzy," Mike says.

"The Reaper always uses some sort of ruse to get close to and spend time with his victims."

"The eye appears to be the Eye of Providence, a symbol adopted by the US Government and incorporated into the great seal in 1782 with the words, 'Annuit Coeptis' inscribed beneath. That's Latin for 'providence has favored our undertakings'. The Reaper seems to see himself as the personification of fate," Spencer explains about the eye painted on the side of Evan's car.

"How did Foyet survive?" Emily asks.

Sergeant Mike plays the 911 call that Foyet made on the night of the attack.

"911, what's your emergency?" the operator asks.

"I just murdered two more," The Reaper says menacingly.

"Excuse me, sir, did you say you murdered someone?"

"Victims eight and nine by a silver Toyota on Riverton past the Tyson Quarry."

"That call was made from a payphone about a mile from the crime scene. EMTs arrived fifteen minutes later. Bertrand was DOA and Foyet was barely breathing. The Reaper made these calls after each of his killings telling police where to find the bodies. Until this one, the ninth. If he hadn't made this call, Foyet wouldn't have been found in time. The call saved him."

"The Reaper didn't make any 911 calls after this one. Looks like he learned his lesson."

"There's a reason he left Foyet's glasses at the last crime scene. He could be in danger."

"We'll find him."

"Hotch," JJ interrupts, "there's a reporter outside insisting on speaking with you. His name is Roy Colson. He says he knows you."

Besides doing more research on George, the entire day is wasted away because there's nothing you can do. The Reaper isn't caught, you have no idea who he could be, and George is very hard to track down. It makes sense since he survived an attack by a serial killer. If you were attacked, you'd do everything to stay underground until he was caught. George must be scared out of his mind knowing The Reaper is back killing again.

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[lokiondisneyplus]

After the climactic release of the historically successful Avengers: Endgame – the 22nd film in the Marvel Cinematic Universe, the penultimate release in their “Infinity Saga”, the culmination of 11 years of brand-building, the second-highest-grossing film of all time – Marvel decided what the world really needed was more Marvel.

Armed with classic Hollywood hubris – the misguided conviction that the public would never tire of what they were selling – Marvel Studios rolled television production into their main business model, with “Phase Four” delivering more television shows than movies. The effect was a flooding of the market and a dilution of the brand, not to mention the release of the worst MCU movie, Eternals.

Forcing narrative crossovers between television shows and movies had the adverse effect of turning the former into homework and the latter into ads for the former. This practice was an act of artistic self-sabotage, ruining what could’ve been Marvel’s most sublime film, Black Panther: Wakanda Forever, by burdening it with a host of tonally-off, studio-obligated B-stories crowbarred in to promote upcoming television titles.

After a run of disappointing films that weighed down once-fun franchises with po-faced gravity – Spider-Man: No Way Home, Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness, Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania, Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3 – and a slew of ordinary television shows – The Falcon and the Winter Soldier, Moon Knight, She-Hulk: Attorney at Law, Secret Invasion – we’ve officially reached a state of Marvel fatigue, with questions looming around the state of the superhero industrial complex.

It’s in this cultural moment that Loki, the acclaimed solo show for the titular character, arrives for a second season. It doesn’t just have to live up to an inspired first season but also has to push back on all the bad vibes, a difficult task given the heavy presence of Jonathan Majors, the breakout star who was arrested in March on domestic violence charges.The great charm of this season is that it cultivates the feeling that it could head anywhere and be anything. Loki doesn’t just explore free will as a theme, it actually feels as if it artistically possesses it.

The good news is that, whether or not it can be spun as state-of-Marvel narrative correction, season two is a worthy successor. Blessed by the fact its titular character, Tom Hiddleston’s charismatic God of Mischief, remains a slippery figure, Loki is allowed to move forward with no clear lines drawn between good and bad, protagonist and antagonist, hero and villain. Characters hold convictions until they don’t, make choices that will have ramifications, agitate for themselves, then for the greater good, and try to navigate a world whose rules shift beneath their feet.

It’s largely set, once again, in the Time Variance Authority, a comic bureaucratic labyrinth charged with policing multiversal time lines. Offering obvious symbolism at a time when Marvel is struggling to retain coherence in the midst of its “Multiverse Saga”, the TVA prizes the one true “Sacred Timeline”, pruning infinite possibilities back for the sake of cosmic narrative purity.

The TVA is an inspired retrofuturist space steeped in Eastern Bloc mid-century design and early Terry Gilliam films, satirising the pernickety dictums of workplaces and government offices – “limit your lunch break to 17 minutes!” proclaims one poster. From its dated tech – ’70s-style computer monitors, reel-to-reel tape machines, chrome hi-fis – to its curved surfaces, coloured floor tiles and lurid-emerald key lime pie, it’s a rare work of inspired production design by a studio otherwise synonymous with green-screening its way to rush-job eyesores built by an army of non-unionised offshore digital effects artists.

Everything in the TVA looks shabby and neglected, evoking its place as an office lost to time. The plot machinations of season one found an Avengers-adjacent Loki commandeered by the authority – Agent Mobius (Owen Wilson), upper-management Ravonna Renslayer (Gugu Mbatha-Raw) and others – to pursue a variant of himself, Sylvie (Sophia Di Martino), through time and space.

It ended with an explosion of multiversal time lines and revelations about the true history of the TVA: its top-down system of authority a matrix of illusion, its mind-wiped employees existing in a state of suspended limbo, its time line-culling operation seeming a lot like a morally questionable act of mass slaughter.

In the fallout from that climax, season two finds characters questioning whether the TVA is an entity worth preserving or destroying, not to mention the meaning of their own existence and the ramifications of choice. It’s a study of free will and moral responsibility, housed in 45-minute episodes of action-oriented television. Its chief writer, Eric Martin, both lionises liberty and weighs up its gravity, while happily dealing in the all-American fear of governmental oversight.

The collapse of the TVA’s artificial reality – “everything you’ve been doing is wrong and all your gods are dead”, Mobius deadpans in classic Wilson fashion – leads characters to their own convictions. Mobius seeks peaceful resolution. Renslayer seeks to preserve her power and the authority’s agency (“all that matters is order versus chaos”). The once-bellicose B-15 (Wunmi Mosaku) has a moral reawakening. The dogged Dox (Kate Dickie) is more committed than ever to the cause. The weaselly X-5 (Rafael Casal) wants to explore his new-found independence and maybe become a movie star. The oddball tech guy with the on-the-nose name, Ouroboros (Ke Huy Quan), is there to both provide comic relief and to save the day from a temporal calamity that may destroy all worlds, or something to that effect.

Loki’s playful riffing on time means every benign use of the word pops – “it’ll take some time”, “remember that time”, “take your time”, “time to go” – and its first four episodes dance along the Earth’s time line at various points of history – 1868, 1893, 1977, 1982 – with plentiful hijinks, dabbling in genre tropes, meta use of Loki’s skills of illusion and misdirection, and creepy fast-food-franchise sponsored content.

Looming over all is the presence of the big bad of Marvel’s Phase Five, Kang the Conqueror, played still, to this point, by Majors. He’s seen here in two variants: a squirrelly 19th-century nutty professor named Victor Timely and the all-powerful end-of-time figure met at the end of last season, He Who Remains. These twin characters are connected but separate enough that they symbolise the series’ focus on free will. One may be fated to become the other, but does that mean that he – and the future – can’t change?

The great charm of this season is that it cultivates the feeling that it could head anywhere and be anything. Loki doesn’t just explore free will as a theme, it actually feels as if it artistically possesses it. While it may not be enough to combat the waning influence of comic-book screen output, this season does feel like a disarming counterpoint to recent Marvel Studios product. Rather than feeling conscripted or forced, a puzzle piece that exists solely to build a bridge between branded content, Loki remains its own thing: a nimble exploration of big themes in a colourful, comic, oddball package.

This article was first published in the print edition of The Saturday Paper on October 21, 2023 as "Changing times".

[cruelsummer-ficfest]

Hey Kids—Reading is Fun!

Dear Readers,

Your mods (@femme--de--lettres and @greyeyedmonster-18) are beside themselves with how many of you have participated in Cruel Summer Fic Fest: The Eras Tour this year.

From full novel-length fics to poetry, from microfics to multi-chaptered works and everything in between, we've been blown away—enchanted, even—by this year's submissions. This fest started as a labor of love for both of us as avid Swifties and HP fic authors and we couldn't have imagined in our wildest dreams the way you've embraced it with open arms.

With that said, we're pleased to offer the below list of this year's love stories. Due to tumblr restrictions on tagging, we weren't able to tag all of the individual author tumblr accounts (something something look what you made us do something something) so we've tried to link to ao3 as much as possible, but if you like a fic—check out that author's ao3! We've tried to connect you as directly to the mainstream of what each author writes in that respect, so if you happen to find a new fave, you can show them more love on the rest of their works!

To make a long story short, the majority of these works can be found in the Cruel Summer Fic Fest: The Eras Tour collection on ao3—with a catalogue of over 100 works, there's something for everybody, and we hope you'll take a peek at this year's truly incredible works.

We've had the time of our life fighting dragons with you, but sometimes, you know in your soul when it's time to go.

Thanks for making this cruel summer another one for the books.

Until Next Time,

Your Mods (Grey and Andie)

Cruel Summer Fic Fest: The Eras Tour

(all fics are followed by the character, relationship, or pairing that each work focused on. for the purposes of our list, both "x" and "/" indicate some level of romantic relationship, while "&" entails a platonic or otherwise friendly one)

Era One (Debut/Midnights)

Stay Beautiful (Regulus x James)

Sweet Nothing (Ted Tonks x Andromeda Black)

Midnight Rain (Sirius x Remus)

A Perfectly Good Heart (Harry/Fred/George)

Bigger Than the Whole Sky (Lavender x Pansy)

Anti-Hero (Sirius x Remus)

Tim McGraw (James x Lily)

Invisible  (Harry x Ginny)

Should've Said No (Ron x Hermione)

Dear Reader (Draco x Astoria, Part 1 of 6)

Glitch (Bellatrix Black x Voldemort)

The Outside (Ron x Hermione)

Bejeweled (Ron x Hermione)

Maroon  (Ron x Hermione)

Teardrops on My Guitar (Ron x Hermione)

Mastermind (Ron x Hermione)

Era Two (1989/Evermore)

Wonderland (Snape x Trelawney)

Dorothea (Sirius x Remus)

New Romantics (Regulus x Lily)

You Are In Love (James x Lily)

Wildest Dreams (Sirius x James)

Long Story Short (Draco x Harry)

This Love  (Pandora x Lily)

All You Had to Do Was Stay (Hermione x Pansy)

Shake It Off (Draco x Harry)

I Wish You Would (James x Lily)

Blank Space   (Ron x Hermione)

I Know Places (Draco x Hermione)

Gold Rush (Ron x Hermione)

Welcome to New York  (Sirius x Remus)

Style (Bellatrix x Voldemort)

Happiness (Narcissa Black x Emmeline Vance)

Tis the Damn Season (Harry x Bill Weasley)

It's Time to Go (Teddy x Victoire)

Cowboy Like Me (Astoria x Hermione)

Champagne Problems (Draco x Astoria, Part 2 of 6)

Era Three (Red/Lover)

The Moment I Knew (Ron x Hermione)

You Need to Calm Down  (Draco x Harry)

Sad Beautiful Tragic  (Draco x Astoria)

Nothing New (ft. Phoebe Bridgers) (Ron x Hermione)

All of the Girls You Loved Before (Sirius x Remus)

State of Grace (James x Lily)

Miss Americana & the Heartbreak Prince Draco x Astoria, Part 3 of 6)

We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together (Harry x Tom Riddle) 

The Last Time (ft. Gary Lightbody) (Ron x Hermione)

All Too Well (Ron x Hermione)

The Archer  (Pandora Lovegood x Lily Evans)

Babe  (Ron x Hermione)

Run (ft. Ed Sheeran) (Narcissa x Lily)

Cornelia Street (Percy Weasley x Oliver Wood)

Everything Has Changed (ft. Ed Sheeran) (Sirius x Remus)

The Very First Night (Ron x Hermione)

Girl at Home (Alecto Carrow x Narcissa Black)

Forever Winter (Draco x Astoria)

Afterglow (Ron x Hermione)

Holy Ground (Romione)

Stay Stay Stay (Blaise Zabini x Daphne Greengrass)

False God (Bellatrix x Voldemort)

Era Four (Fearless/Reputation)

Come in With the Rain (Ginny & Hermione)

Look What You Made Me Do (Ron x Hermione)

That's When (ft. Keith Urban) (James x Lily)

Fifteen (James x Lily)

Tell Me Why (Harry x Charlie Weasley)

The Best Day (Percy x Oliver Wood)

Call It What You Want (Ron x Hermione)

You Belong With Me (Ron x Hermione)

Untouchable (Narcissa x Lily)

Change (Ron x Hermione)

Superstar (Draco x Hermione)

Forever and Always (Piano Version) (Draco x Astoria)

King of My Heart (Ron x Hermione)

This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things (James x Lily)

Fearless (Ron x Hermione)

The Way I Loved You (James x Lily)

Gorgeous (Ron x Hermione)

Bye Bye Baby (Ron x Hermione)

White Horse  (James x Lily) 

…Ready for It? (Blaise Zabini x Daphne Greengrass)

Don’t You (Ron x Hermione)

I Did Something Bad (Draco x Astoria, Part 4 of 6)

The Other Side of the Door (Sirius x Remus)

Era Five (Speak Now/Folklore)

Haunted (Bellatrix x Lily)

Enchanted (Ron x Hermione)

Innocent (Draco & Narcissa Malfoy) 

Back to December (Ron x Hermione)

The 1 (Ron x Hermione)

Exile (ft Bon Iver) (Ron x Hermione)

Mad Woman (Draco x Harry)

Invisible String (Sirius x Remus)

Cardigan (Ron x Hermione)

Epiphany (Padma Patil x Theodore Nott)

Mirrorball (Draco x Harry)

Mine (Harry/Fred/George)

Mean (Ron x Hermione)

This Is Me Trying (Marcus Flint x Percy Weasley)

Timeless (Ron x Hermione)

My Tears Ricochet (Ron x Hermione)

Seven (Sirius x Remus)

I Can See You (Sirius x Remus)

Foolish One (Angelina Johnson x George Weasley)

[diovstheworld]

La Squadra and Self Care

this has been sitting in my drafts for way too long so it’s time to finally post lmaooo. self care, hygiene, what they smell like, how they relax. a whole bunch of stuff. honestly they’re more just like personal life headcanons for the boys but oh wellll. enjoy! also i’m working on requests and stuff, i’m just so busy with class work and some things going on in my personal life i’m sorry </3

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Illuso:

self care king honestly

in terms of hygiene, this guy showers twice a day, three times if hes around or has the time

face mask before bed every second night and has a morning and evening skincare routine

often likes to reward himself at the end of the week with a nice bath surrounded by some scented candles. this is his favourite way to relax

has a very strict sleep schedule. if you wake him up before 8am and it’s not important, he will fight you lmao

his hair is of most importance so takes great care of it. he washes it very regularly and loves to brush it until it’s silky smooth

he will not leave the house with any knots in his hair. for this reason, he takes a hairbrush with him in case he has to brush it whilst gone

he smells like his shampoo tbh. like some sort of floral scented shampoo

he’s always making use of body sprays and colognes too. normally also floral scented

to relax, aside from a nice bath, he likes to sit down and read people’s horoscopes. he probably keeps some sort of horoscope journal so he likes to fill that out too

sometimes he’ll play video games with formaggio and some of the other guys

Formaggio:

honestly i can’t unsee that one part where he doesn’t wash his hands after going to the bathroom so this man is…questionable with his hygiene

showers when he remembers or can be bothered

applies way too much deodorant and probably reeks of lynx africa

that being said, he probably puts on cologne sometimes

he doesn’t have a routine to be honest. just a shower and deodorant and he’s probably good to go. cologne if he remembers it or the situation requires it

illuso and proscuitto have probably tried to persuade him to do face masks and skin care routines with them but he always tells them it’s a waste of time lmao

people buy him fancy shower gels and stuff for christmas and he doesn’t take the hint. he continues to use the lynx africa shower gel that came in a set with his deodorant

all jokes aside i think he would shower when he knows he’s unclean or personally feels unclean

always taking breaks for his mental state, most likely playing video games. it’s his escape. he enjoys playing them with ghiaccio and melone

he often stays up late doing so but this man will ALWAYS catch up on his sleep lmaooo. he’ll probably be napping at the worst possible times due to a messed up sleep schedule

also likes to relax by crocheting little hats for his cat <3

also uses 2-in-1 shampoo and body wash (nothing wrong with it btw, i just definitely see him using it)

Prosciutto:

has amazing self care, this man definitely has a big self care routine (partly because he’s worried grateful dead will have a negative effect on his appearance)

definitely showers every day, maybe even twice a day

i think he would use a bit of hair products like spray or gel so i think he’d be the kind of guy who washes his hair everyday otherwise it’s gonna be really clogged up there with all that hair product lmaooo. sometimes just simply washes it with water, other times he’s using shampoo and conditioner

also uses a lot of cologne. never leaves the house without it. he’d rather be caught dead than not have on his favourite scent

speaking of what he smells like, i haven’t smelled many men’s cologne, but i do know i love the smell of tom ford noir and i can picture him wearing this

also leaning into the whole what he smells like thing, he probably has a faint whiff of tobacco from him. it lingers on his clothes but not in a pungent, unpleasant way. it’s more comforting and has become part of his natural scent alongside his cologne :) he makes sure he doesn’t reek of cigarettes

he probably has a lot of colognes (probably gets them as birthday and christmas gifts when no one knows what else to get him). he also probably has a lot of skin care items

speaking of skin care, he definitely has a routine he does every morning and night for sure. he hates it when his skin starts to feel rough in the slightest. also shaves often for this reason. he hates the feeling of hair on his face

will take time for himself by stepping away and going to read, he’ll probably do a face mask while doing so lmao

on the whole sleep schedule thing, this man goes to bed at 11pm. maybe 10:30pm if he’s extra sleepy. he’ll only stay up late if a job requires it

not exactly self care but i just wanted to include the headcanon that pros carries a tiny little foldaway comb in his suit jacket pocket at all times

i also think he’s the kind of guy who sings in the shower lmaooo. he likes to sing heart of glass by blondie (i’m going to make a post on my music headcanons for la squadra but it’s gonna be a little messy and all over the place in terms of what i think the guys would listen to sooo that post might be a while away lmaooo)

Risotto:

just like prosciutto and illuso, he has his own morning routine. doesn’t have a skin care routine per se but he definitely uses face creams and such when he remembers or has the time

also a man who showers daily

he doesn’t bother too much about his hair unlike pros and illuso since his hair is kept under his hat anyway

that being said, he does wash it regularly. he gets irritated when he knows it feels unclean

he mostly relaxes by reading and listening to music. he also likes crime novels but often finds them rather cliche and can work out everything before the end of the book

also listens to music a lot while doing things like paperwork or other activities that don’t require him listening to his surroundings. music is a big comfort for risotto for sure

i feel like he often struggles to sleep so he often uses sounds he finds relaxing to get to sleep (mostly rainforest noises)

i have a shower song for risotto too unfortunately and it’s pour some sugar on me by def leppard :,)

i think he’s definitely got the cleanliness part nailed down but he’s not so good at relaxing since he’s always so busy so he’s probably not the best at self care

he’s always getting lectured by the other guys to take a break and take some time to himself for a while because honestly, he often forgets to take any time for himself

Ghiaccio:

firstly, he definitely relaxes by playing video games and reading comic books. he loved to escape in stuff like that

i also feel like he relaxes by cleaning for some reason. like, he finds it very satisfying and calming to clean up his room while he listens to some music in his headphones and blocks out the shenanigans of all the other guys lmaooo

as for his levels of cleanliness, i can see him being a very clean man in all aspects

just like pros and illuso, he showers at least twice a day. however, unlike pros and illuso, he probably uses like a 2-in-1 shampoo and body wash. i can imagine him wondering (more like ranting) about why you would buy two individual products for more money when you can have the two products in one and save money

despite melone's efforts to try and change ghiaccio's ways, ghiaccio does not have a facial care routine in terms of things like moisturizers

he does, however, take care of his skin more now than he ever did due to constant outbreaks of spots so i can definitely see him at least using some sort of fancy face wash, even if he does refuse to do any other parts of a skincare routine

Pesci:

first of all, this boy likes watching slime videos to relax. he finds the noises very relaxing!

also likes to watch tik toks to take a break from the world

just like his big bro, he has a very good self care routine! he has a very similar one in fact

has a skin care routine and normally follows alongside prosciutto to make sure he’s doing it right

sometimes joins in the face masks

also he smells of apple shampoo! the smell is very comforting to him <3

other ways he likes to relax is by doodling. he’s not necessarily great at art but doing little doodles makes him happy. i totally think he would have his own OCs for the different media he consumes (he’s just like me fr)

also likes to read to relax! he often reads comic books and gets a lot of recommendations from ghiaccio and borrows them from him often

if he can’t fall asleep on his own, he sometimes goes to formaggio or ghiaccio’s room and falls asleep watching them play their video games

but for the most part he has a strict bedtime set for himself to ensure he gets the sleep he needs

Melone:

loves getting his nails done

also likes doing other peoples nails to help them relax too

just like prosciutto and illuso, this guy also has a good self care routine in terms of skin care and hygiene

also part of the face mask gang. i can imagine melone, illuso and prosciutto have a little self care night doing each others nails and doing face masks and having a good little gossip

part of the night owl gang. he stays up late often playing games with formaggio and ghiaccio though he probably is the first one to cave in and go to bed

again, i think he would like to read. he definitely has a stack of books at his bedside that he’s desperately trying to get through when he has the time

i think he would also have a floral scent to him. illuso often accuses of stealing his shampoo or body sprays because the smell is so similar

very sensitive to light when he’s trying to sleep. even the tiniest little bit of light sneaking through the curtains will disturb him so he sleeps with an eye mask over his eyes

Sorbet and Gelato

as per usual, i don’t have many headcanons for these guys but whatever they do, fully expect them to be joined at the hip

i mean they’re brushing their teeth in the bathroom together, they’re doing their skincare routines in sync

they shower separately but they do enjoy having baths together. in fact, this is probably their ideal way to relax

they definitely like to paint each other’s nails too when they have the time. the second any one of them has a chip in the polish, they’re taking it off and redoing it for sure

they also like to snuggle up on the sofa together with a blanket sharing the same book as they read together <3

[facts-i-just-made-up]

BREAKING NEWS FROM FIJMU

On Friday, July 29th 2022, Disney Lead Imagineer Percival McLeach wrote a memo to his top staff regarding plans for the Disney+ streaming service. It was intended for a select few in his inner circle, but McLeach was ambushed by his arch nemesis- The "Reply All" button. The email was accidentally delivered to nearly every employee of the Walt Disney company, from CEO Bob Chapek himself to Raul Moroderer, the janitor of the 5th floor washrooms at the obscure Disney "Home On The Range" Hotel in Arlingtonville, Nevada.

The memo, while brief in nature, explains the direction that Disney executives are planning to take their Disney+ streaming service. It is reproduced below this screencap of the original email, which is included to look all official looking:

The contents may be disturbing and triggering to some readers, and discretion is advised:

Attn: Martin; Colin; Barb; Dale From: Percival McLeach, 7-29-22

Outlining the plans as per our last meeting, I want to emphasize that the profits are already made so long as we stick to Dale's concept, but we do need to be pretty discreet as the internet zeitgeist would eat us alive.

Once we announce the halt to all DVD and Blu-Ray production in second quarter 2023, the only way to purchase new Disney content will be to subscribe to Plus. This will include Star Wars, Marvel, Pixar, 20th and all at first, but once the Sony merger and WB and NBC/Universal takeovers go through this will mean their assets as well. That gives us enormous power over new content, but we will not have control over media that has already been produced.

I've spoken to Brett at SCOTUS and he has agreed to make the SALES of all used DVDs, Blu-Rays, VHS tapes etc illegal by 2025, but I agree with Barb that this does not go far enough as people who bought their media previously will still own the tapes and discs. This is where we need to continue our negotiations with Homeland Security as they're the only ones who can actually go in and confiscate DVD collections and such. We expect some backlash to this once it can be arranged so Tom will need to be informed and ready with PROJECT W.

Now I realize this will hit us in the public opinion field but so long as our bribed senators negate the last remaining copyright and antitrust laws, there won't be much anybody in the public sector can do about any of it. That's when we begin the major phase of incursions into homes to remove their owned media as well as plant the PROJECT W devices. I am assured by Facebook-Meta and Google that Apple will play ball and not only will they not disrupt the signals, but their devices will actively broadcast for us, financial terms allowing.

It is critical that PROJECT W remain secret until we can make it legal, and our senators tell me this may take the better part of the decade. Once the mind-wipe technology is finalized, we will certainly be able to erase the memories of our content from the minds of our viewers so that they will need to pay to see it again, however, bodily autonomy still exists in some states and other countries. We will need to overcome those barriers quickly in order to monopolize the brain matter of the world population.

I am assured by our Disney+ technicians that that mind wipe of Disney licensed content will not cause permanent brain damage to more than 30% of subjects, and will leave a severe longing for that missing content which will increase Disney+ subscriptions to nearly 100%. Any who suffer debilitating effects from the mind wipe can of course be committed to our subscription care homes (tentatively called the "Donald Duck Domiciles For The Debrained") where micro-transactions for food and bathroom care will be in effect through their Disney+ subscription. Our ownership of all remaining news sources should make this acceptable, so long as Facebook-Meta prohibits all conversation otherwise.

I also firmly believe we should renew Stranger Things once our Netflix purchase is complete, I really want to see if Max comes back with powers.

-Perc

Troubling news indeed, stay tuned to FIJMU for updates.

[mischief-lies-and-stories]

Loki Season 2 Wishlist

I've been creating a wishlist for what I want to see in Loki season 2, which premieres October 6.... [pause for long-suffering sigh because I’m so tired] I’m very annoyed that it’s not coming out until October (if it’s genuinely because of the strike(s), I’m not annoyed with the writers/actors but with the studios for not meeting demands so we can move on with our lives, but I’m pretty damn sure the strike is a scapegoat). I’m not surprised they keep moving it back, because they also kept pushing back season one! (I wish this format was audio so you could hear my indignation, haha.) But I wish it was still coming out in the summer like it was supposed to. Anyway, let’s jump into it. (Fair warning, a little bit of ranting incoming.)

First things first, Lokius: This ship has grown on me. I was resisting for a very long time, and I think it took until about episode four or five before I was like, “Okay, fine, you can date Owen Wilson.” And then I was all on board, and at this point I’ve written I think three Lokius fics on AO3 (link in the blog description). So, yeah. @ MCU, if you need some ideas, agree to the writers’ and actors’ demands and then hire me. I’m a lot of things but I’m not a scab. Okay, anyway. 

Genderfluid Loki: I’m genderfluid myself, and the “representation” included in the show was nonexistent. First of all, fluid is not a sex. Sex is assigned to you at birth, on Earth, and it corresponds to your genitalia. You are usually assigned male or female. There may be some places now where you can get Intersex put onto your birth certificate, if that qualifies, but until very recently, most intersex babies ended up undergoing surgery to change their bodies to fit better with one sex assignment or the other. Therefore, fluid cannot be considered a sex, at least in terms of on Earth. Perhaps it could be on other planets, but the people watching this show (as Twitter has been so helpfully pointing out recently) are on Earth, so no, wrong, Loki’s genderfluidity is gender-based not sex-based. I don’t know why they didn’t just put gender on the file, they should have. And that was the only time they included it, and I think that they put it there (aside from being like “ooh look at us we’re so progressive!”) as foreshadowing that Sylvie was going to be a girl. Which is bullshit, because that’s not what genderfluid means, either! Genderfluid means that you, yourself, change genders. And we never, in the show or the MCU in general, see Loki explicitly present or identify himself as anything other than a man. And furthermore, Sylvie isn’t genderfluid either, because she never states that she’s anything other than a woman. Nor do either of them ever request people refer to them using any other pronouns. On top of that, Sylvie is a trans woman, you cannot convince me otherwise, and you will pry that conviction out of my cold, dead, genderfluid hands. (I’m very incensed about this entire thing, I apologize. This is why I inserted the read more and the warning above.) So I’d like to see more of genderfluid Loki (not Sylvie; she’s made it clear that she is a (trans) woman, and I’m respecting that she’s got one gender). I don’t necessarily need to see him shapeshift into a woman, like into a different actor or Tom Hiddleston in make-up or something, because as much as I would love to shapeshift, I can’t, and I don’t think he needs to shapeshift to be his most authentic, genderfluid self (because then what does that say about irl genderfluid people? rant for another time, though, sorry). So I just want a little more justice to be paid to that, and maybe let him change up his pronouns sometimes. All right, moving on, before I get really worked up. 

Verity: I love Loki: Agent of Asgard. Al Ewing is my favorite comic writer for this reason (and not because he’s also bi; I just found that out 24 hours ago). Agent of Asgard is, in my opinion, the best version of Loki ever to hit the comics. It is the best version of genderfluid Loki, the best version of redemption arc Loki, the best version of Loki as a character in general. And his best friend is Verity Willis, ace icon Verity Willis. (I don’t make the rules, she’s ace; have you seen her character design? Have you heard her say that she’s not interested in romance? She’s ace!) I want her, some how, some way, in Loki. This is a little bit more of a stretch, because I don’t know how she can be put in, so this is a little bit more of a pipe-dream of a wish. But I want. her. in. Loki. So bad. 

Theo Bell: I also really like Mackenzi Lee’s Loki: Where Mischief Lies. (It’s a great book; you should definitely read it if you haven’t.) In it, Theo is Loki’s love interest-slash-coworkerish-slash-partner in crime. This story is set in Victorian England. Theo Bell is gay and walks with a cane. It’s been awhile since I read it so I may be taking this theory from a fanfic I wrote, but I’m pretty sure it’s canon that he became disabled as a result of a homophobic attack. (So trigger warning for that, but if it’s canon it’s only mentioned) He’s a great character; he’s funny, he’s snarky, he doesn’t put up with any of Loki’s shit, and he can also (and this might also be me adding to the character but I’m pretty sure I’m right) see through Loki’s lies pretty quickly at some points. So I would really like to see Theo in the MCU. I also have some theories about Theo versus Mobius (shameless plug for one of my fics, Choose Me, which utilizes my theory about them), so I would like for Theo to show up in the way that proves my theory right.

Agent of Asgard Loki: At the very least, I just really want that coat, that coat is so cool. (If you don’t know what I’m talking about, google Loki: Agent of Asgard. The coat that he wears throughout the comic is kick-ass.) I want that coat somewhere in the show, I do not care who’s wearing it. That being said, I really want Agent of Asgard Loki to make an appearance in the MCU at some point. Somehow. I already have some theories about where I think we can go with AoA Loki in the MCU (which I’ll probably post about later). Like I said, I really love that version of Loki, I really love that comic arc, and I want him somehow paid tribute to somewhere in the show. Actually, though, I did just reread the entire comic run, and I noticed that towards the end in the final climax of his redemption arc, there’s a lot of similarities between that and the last couple episodes of season one. So they already seem to be drawing on AoA, so maybe they won’t be able to include the actual characterization of Loki from AoA. But it’s still on my list.

Let Loki do more magic, goddammit!: He does very little magic in season one. Although he’s not able to do magic in the TVA (which was very annoying for the fic I was trying to write the other day), but as far as I can tell, he only does magic like four or five times in the rest of the show. Classic Loki literally says (and I looked up the exact quote because I’m a NERD, can you tell?) “Blades are worthless in the face of a Loki’s sorcery.” And then Loki proceeds to do NO MAGIC for most of the show! So I want him to do more magic, especially shapeshifting. And at one point I think he mentions that he likes doing his duplicity thing, so I think he should do more of that, too. (Which I think based on the only trailer-like thing we’ve gotten so far, it seems like he’s going to do. And maybe I’m stealing this from that trailer, but I think it would be really funny if he did the duplicity thing and then Mobius automatically knows which one is the real Loki, which is hilarious, because Thor doesn’t usually know.)

Give my girl Sylvie a girlfriend: While I do like the idea of her with B-15, I feel like the reason why we’re shipping her with B-15 for the most part is because there are basically no other girls in this show. C-20 is dead, Renslayer is a dick, and we just really don’t want her to be with Loki (you saw my first entry on this list, you know where I stand). I’m counting Loki on this list since he’s genderfluid even though it’s not being portrayed very well. So her with B-15 is fine, I do kind of like it, but I don’t know enough about B-15, I don’t know enough about their relationship. I don’t think they even have enough of a relationship yet for me to really feel like I super ship it. But I just want somebody for her, preferably a girlfriend, because I think that’d be cute. I’m genderfluid, personally, but I’m available. ;-)

Thor: I! Want! Thor! I know we got Frog Thor, but I want actual Thor! I want Thor to give all of the Lokis a hug, in particular Kid Loki (and I have some theories about why he killed Thor, or why he said he killed Thor), Classic Loki, Sylvie, and also our regular Loki. Because I think they need a hug from their big brother (I know they were raised as twins, but I like saying he’s their big brother, I don’t care). 

Classic Loki in Valhalla: Pretty straight forward (and you can read After on AO3, because I wrote this). I need Classic Loki to see Thor and I need Classic Loki to be in Valhalla, because I think he deserves it. (If he’s actually dead.)

Mobius’s backstory: I want to know where Mobius came from; I want to know how he got to the TVA. I want to know if he had a jet ski or if my theory is correct (per Choose Me). 

Why Sylvie was taken by the TVA: There are some great theories about why Sylvie was taken by the TVA, one of which I subscribe to the most as of late (as included in Nothing Matters at the End of the World. I’m pretty sure this is my last plug on this post, I’m so sorry). But I am not convinced that she was taken in because she’s a girl. I think that’s transphobic and misogynistic and nonsense. And I say transphobic because Sylvie’s a transwoman, and I will not be taking criticism on this. I don’t care that that line “born the goddess of mischief” was probably meant to discourage trans headcanons, and I encourage the writers to respectfully get their heads out of their asses and consider that “born this way” is not just a Lady Gaga song (but the song is also relevant in this case). So I think it’s pretty damn transphobic to say that she isn’t allowed to exist because she’s a woman. And it’s misogynist and transmisogynist to claim that the rest of what the timeline demands of her cannot be accomplished if she isn’t a cis man or genderfluid or whatever a “right” Loki is. So I want to know why she was actually taken in. There are a lot of theories online about why she was arrested, and I like a lot of them. And on top of that, she doesn’t know! She told Loki that it’s because she’s a girl, but then when she gets in front of Renslayer, she’s like, “What was my nexus event?” Which implies that she does not actually know. And maybe it’s just bad writing or a plot hole, and that’s very possible. It’s the MCU, and writers make mistakes (I know I sure do, though I don’t have a team of people checking my work). But I’m choosing to go with she doesn’t actually know. She was like six years old, she was a kid, she assumed something. And why would you assume that, if you’re six? Unless you’ve been told something else your whole life. So there are two possibilities for why she assumed this. Either, yes, she’s a cis woman, and spent her entire life until that point being told-- presumably by Odin--that because she’s a girl she’s not gonna rule. Which would suck, but checks out for Odin, because he’s a dick. Or she spent most of her life being told she’s a boy and having to tell everybody that she’s a girl. And even if she isn’t faced with any transphobia on Asgard (as Where Mischief Lies would have us believe), that’s hard for a six year old, and when she’s told that she’s in trouble for doing nothing, she’s gonna make some assumptions, and maybe she landed on that. But I don’t think she actually knows why and I want to know why. And I think she deserves to know why.

Reunite Sylvie with Thor: I either want Sylvie to reunite with her Thor or be sibling-adopted by Loki’s Thor (bonus points if Loki gets jealous and Thor has to be like “Give me a break. I love you, too, idiot.”). I want Sylvie to somehow get her brother back, whether it’s the one she lost or the Thor we know. I think she needs somebody, and I think Thor is a great person for that. Because I think Thor will immediately be like “You’re great. I love you. You’re wonderful, just because you’re my sister, and you’re the best.” Even after just meeting her, because Thor is such a wonderful little golden retriever puppy, and also, he loves Loki so much. And he continues to, even after everything that happened in the MCU! And that’s lovely, and I think Sylvie deserves someone like that.

And finally, I need Loki, somehow, in some way, to be able to lift Mjolnir by the end of season 2: I think he’s moving, very swiftly, towards being worthy of lifting Mjolnir, and I want him to be able to do that. I think that will show him, personally, that he is better and has changed. And I think he needs that physical validation and confirmation that he’s changed. I think that people (Mobius) can tell him until they’re blue in the face that he’s a good person, that he can be good, and that he can do what’s right and be a hero, but until he can lift Mjolnir (the way his brother can, because he’s been told by everyone his whole life that his brother is the best), I don’t think that he’ll believe that he is worthy of anything. And I want Thor and Mobius to see it, and I want them to lose their goddamn minds. Because I certainly will. 

[kisilinramblings]

"Marinette's parents are incompetent!"

No, they were powerless. Not the same thing. Just like the school teachers and principal were powerless against Chloé abusing her father's authority over them. Chloé - with the help of her father who had a hard time saying no to her or establishing boundaries for many years - forced the system into her rule.

"Why didn't they transfer Marinette to another school?"

Do you think that a character like Chloé would have allowed her favorite punching bag to get away or didn't have the means to just follow her into the new school?

Besides, in a work of fiction, transferring the victim of bullying to a different school as a solution send the message their problem was unsolvable. Not a great message to send to a young audience. In fiction, it is the bully who has to be expelled through the course of the story.

We do have another character who did changed school and even country in hope for a better situation (Zoé) and if it hadn't been of Marinette, chances are Zoé would have fallen back under the old patterns of having to pretend to be someone she is not and submit to Chloé's laws because the classmates initially thought that being related to Chloé meant she was half as bad as her. What prevented this was the love and support Zoé got from Marinette and the rest of her friends. Just like how Nino extended a hand to Adrien after witnessing he isn't like Chloé despite being friend with her.

It is the outside support that a victim receives that allows them to continue, to grow, to be themselves, and to thrive. Not just changing school.

"They never believe their daughter!"

Tom and Sabine usually take the defense of their daughter. When it comes down to only word against word, they are on their daughter's side. Rogercop AND Ladybug AND Adoration all have Marinette's parents don't believe her to be a thief when accused of it, but each instance had a limit.

Tom in Rogercop didn't believe the accusation drop on his daughter. He was on the scene the whole time. But he stopped Marinette when she started accusing others of thievery, even out of self-defense.

During Ladybug, both Tom and Sabine don't believe Marinette stole anything... until they see the "stolen necklace" in their daughter's locker.

Idem during Adoration. Tom is mad that Chloé dare accuse his daughter of stealing, but when Chloé opens Marinette's bag (after Marinette tried to stop her, mind you) and the evidences are there, they are unable to refute after that point.

And they weren't mad at their daughter. They didn't insult her or have them say she betrayed their trust. Heck! During Ladybug, Sabine got akumatized because she desperately wanted to find the truth out this story. Do people actually forget about that bit?

Like, if the montage was different in both cases, maybe you would believe that Tom and Sabine's reactions are actually... normal from their perspective? That they do want to believe their daughter, but the evidence is stacked against her and that they are taken aback by all of this.

It's the concept of non-guilty until proven otherwise. And seeing evidences inside someone's personal belonging - like their room, their bag, their locker - does work as proof and is supposed to be more reliable than any words from either party.

Also, being unaware evidences were planted is not incompetence. Which happened both during Ladybug and Adoration. A jury who has no solid proof that an evidence isn't reliable (or has not enough suspicions of it) will still condemn guilty the accused even if the accused keep stating they are non-guilty.

Anyway, a parent's job is to care, guide and love unconditionally their child. And that, Tom and Sabine do indeed check all three. So they are far from incompetent. The adults (both in Miraculous and in the real world) just often time don't know how to deal with something and just go with the best of their ability, knowledge and tools they have. You don't just turn into a parent overnight. Being a parent is also a learning process.

[homomenhommes]

A Place in the Country

Part 4

Content warning: science fiction-sex, gay shit

Part 3 will be published here next Sunday

I awoke on the rough unfinished planks of the cabin. The first thing I was aware of was that I reeked with every manner of filth known to man, and some, I was willing to guess, that was until now, not.

My body ached impossibly. I was left to assume that I was dead, I could not have imagined that I could live through what happened to me. Moreover, I rested in the child-like assumption that the mercy of God would not permit me to suffer more than I had already. That's enough, I thought. That's enough anyone could ask.

But eventually, I could fill the gloom in the shade-drawn room darken into night. Hours had passed. Bailey had left and not returned. Events were transpiring in the world and I did not know what they were. And worst of all, I admitted to myself that I still lived, that I could move, albeit with difficulty.

After some while I pulled myself onto my stomach. I could not sit, after what had happened. I did not even want to touch where I had been injured. I did not want to know what had been done to me. Eventually, after a while on my side I rose and made a search for my clothes, which I found, shredded to rags.

I thought momentarily of borrowing some workclothes of Bailey's, but found myself haunted by that spiteful voice. Without even the slightest emotion, I decided I would rather go naked than wear anything of his, no matter what people thought, no matter what they saw of my violated, and perhaps even transforming, flesh.

I would go back. I would fall into Tom's arms. He would comfort me. Maybe, finally, he might even tell me after this awful sacrifice made for him, that he loved me. That was all I wanted, and even if it was unreasonable for me to expect, it was enough to push my feet forward, one after another, as the unknowable repugnance oozed in great quantities down my legs.

Opening the door, grasping the unsteady wooden rail, I lowered myself carefully down the steps. It took several before I realized, however much pain I was in otherwise, my limp was gone. I looked down for the first time in my life, and saw in the pale reflected moonlight, two legs of equal length attached to my body.

Reaching the bottom, my bare feet pushing aside the rustling leaves, I made my way towards Fitzroy House. I fancied I could hear noises in town, though there was no way I could, it was some few miles distant. 

And I felt a sensation almost like heat that betrayed the movement of shapes just past the horizon. Belatedly, I realized somehow, by intuition, one was Bailey. Some of the others, moving about, were his other victims. Or confederates. Or whatever they were now. We.

I felt a great sadness heave itself onto my shoulders then, halfway to the house. What would become of the world, and the good, decent people in it? Clearly they, and Bailey, as he was now, could not coexist, and one must drive the other out.

It seemed like I had been walking an hour the bare fifty or sixty yards to the big house. The back doors and servants' entrances were all locked, which made it damned inconvenient to get in, making my way in the state I found myself. 

If I ran into Peterson, I couldn’t imagine what he would say. There was no even halfway reasonable explanation available I could give him, a man who had understood all the pertinent particulars of my character from the time I was coming over to see Tom at fifteen years old, when he was giving me the same look he would give an errant rat in the butler's pantry.

With no other options, I made my way to the front. Surreally, I walked up the steps of the house as if all was normal, noticing for the first time as I did all the lights were on, but there was no activity. Seeing no one, I opened the front door and entered the main hall, as august as I had ever entered it.

You can imagine my surprise when I saw sitting on the third stair from the bottom, wearing the hangdog expression of a pouty little boy, Tom.

  "They're all gone, Win. They quit. The servants just left." I noticed then he was wearing a rather heavy bath robe. Its folds and creases betrayed a shape beneath that might not have been quite the same as the man I had left.

"Can you imagine?" he asked, not even acknowledging my abject state, there before him. "And in my condition, I can't even go to the newspaper office to place an employment advertisement for their replacements!"

"Perhaps," I answered, swaying with exhaustion of every kind imaginable, "they accept advertisements by telephone."

"You know," he looked up, suddenly enthusiastic, "I bet they do, at that."

Then finally, it was as if Tom registered the state of me, standing there as I was. "I say, did you fall down a well?"

Rather than bothering to answer his absurdity, I just sat down on the steps next to him, wanting nothing more than to be touched by him, or perhaps even held. "Did you find Bailey?"

"That's how I came to be this way."

"Oh. Did he--" He didn't want to finish the sentence.

"Yes he did. Very much so."

He looked at me, suddenly serious. "Oh, I can imagine. Don't look at me that way. I mean, literally, I can imagine it. I am starting to get certain urges myself. I mean, I've always had urges, you know that, but nothing like these. Just incredibly, wildly, cruel things. Things I wouldn't have ever thought a living thing even capable of. And I want to do them. To you."

None of that seemed particularly surprising. I thought it safe enough now, to rest my head on his shoulder. "Do you have any food, Tom?"

"Well the cellars and pantries are full enough to feed an army for months. No one took anything, if that's what you're asking. No one even bothered to take their last paychecks. Fled with the clothes on their backs, they did. I think it was Bailey that did it. I fancy he made quite an impression when he came through. In any case, we have food, but none of it is cooked, which means we need servants, which means I need to get to the telephone and place that ad."

"Tom, I can make us a sandwich, you know."

  "Oh," he said, raising an eyebrow at me like it was the strangest thing anyone had said today. "Well then, make us sandwiches then, since you possess the expert knowledge, I will have two. I'm famished after all these days in bed. And then, I think I'll go hunting. I need time outside, in the fresh air. I'm tired of staying penned up in these four walls."

"What will you hunt, Tom?" I had no idea what was even in season.

"Whatever I want."

"Oh." Whether realizing he was impatient for me to get moving, or remembering my own hunger, I pulled myself up and started left, towards the kitchens. "Tom?" I stopped, and faced him.

"What are we going to do?"

"You are going to make a sandwich. Maybe tomorrow I will go hunting. I already said this. Perhaps I will still place the newspaper advertisement."

"No, Tom." I struggled to say it. "I mean, because of what's happened to us, we're changing. Maybe we should flee, find some place to hide--"

"Win," he grinned suddenly, like he was having to explain to a small child why the sun rises in the east. "There is much I do not understand about our current situation or what will become of us eventually. But I do know this, instinctually, in my very bones: we do not need to run, or hide. They run, and hide, from us."

"Is that all?" I couldn't quite believe my ears.

Finally Tom became annoyed. he stood up. Only now did I realize that he had grown taller, perhaps even since I had seen him this morning when he had sent me out on my assignment to find Bailey. "No, it's not all. When I finish the sandwich, finish the hunting, and consume therefrom all the protein I will  complete my transformation. During that time I am going to use the albumen my body produces to seal your face onto my new cock, seal your eyes, block your ears shut, and then piss and cum down your throat for a week, feeding you all the nutrients the transformation needs until you're not at all human either."

“Forcing you to ingest from me that way over that long a time will have the effect of bonding you to me, forever. Like, spiritually or mentally of whatever, I don’t know how I know it, I just do. You’ll be able to go about on your own, but you’ll be like an extension of me. You won’t even have a proper conception of yourself as a separate creature anymore. And I will be able to see and act and live through your body as easily as I do this one. I might need more. Perhaps the newspaper advertisement will help with that. Needed, plucky aspirants to become soulless horrors. Pay negotiable.”

   "Oh." I nodded, understanding. Part of me wanted to break and run for the door, but somehow my feet would not move.

"And what do you think of that?" He challenged, laughing at me, standing there, naked and disgusting, fluids trailing behind me.

"I'll get started on the sandwiches.”

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[gabbytheagressiv]

not so berry is by lilsimsie & alwaysimming, this base game version is by me (gabbytheagressiv)

hi, i’m gabby and i always wanted to play the not so berry challange, but unfortantly i’m broke, and can’t afford to buy the packs (kinda sad lmao), so i decited to edit the rules just a little bit to make it base game compatible! I will add the original description, hope that’s okay for you.

Do you like the rainbow? Do you like the idea of playing with berry Sims but hate berry Sims? Do you want tom ess around with aspects of the game you’ve never used before? Boy, do i have the challange for you!

Welcome tot he Not So Berry Legacy Challenge, a ten generation legacy with a focus on bright colors and new experiences.

Basic rules:

Each heir must represent the color of the generation (i.e. hair, makeup, clothing), but brightly colored skin is not necessary (these aren’t actually berry Sims, that’s the joke) Of course, this is optional but a big portion of the fun.

The colors of the spouses don’t matter as they aren’t part of the challange. Unless otherwise stated you can do whatever you please with them.

Money cheats can be used, but not excessivly. Suggestion: use freerealestate for your first home, but no cheats afterward.

You may live wherever you please unless something is specified in the rules of a generation.

Every generation is supposed to complete both the career and aspiration of the heir unless explicitly started otherwise.

Keep the lifespan on normal.

If you play this challange and want to share it with us, go ahead and post with #notsoberry so we can see!

Generation One: Mint

You’re a mischieveos freelancer who really loves the color mint. You always try to collect random things, it’s a weird obsession of yours. You always do something, so you’re pretty busy, but still make time for silly pranks and outings with your closest friends. You love luxury and want the best for yourself and your family.

traits: vegetarian, jealous, materialistic

aspiration: chief of mischief

career: freelancer (computer expert)

rules:

Be in the freelancer career from the beginning to death and complete the Chief of Mischief aspiration

Master mischief, logic and programming skills

Have at least two children, you have to help these two complete at least one child aspiration

Generation Two: Rose

You had everything you desired as a child but you were always longing for more. As an adult you have a hard time committing to relationships as you’re so focused on your career. If we had a workaholic trait in The Sims 4 you would have it. You have absolutley no parental instincts whatsoever but you still love your child with all your heart.

traits: hot headed, snob, romantic

aspiration: serial romantic

career: style influencer (trend setter)

rules:

Have only one child

Master the style influencer career trend setter branch and complete the Serial Romantic aspiration

Master charisma skill and buy the shameless & great kisser trait

Leave someone at the alter (an interaction available during a wedding)

Get married for the first time as an elder

Generation Three: Yellow

Growing up you never had a close relationship with your parents and spent the majority of your time alone in your room obsessing over space. You just really love space. You’ll have a hard time socializing with people after the loss of your spouse. You refuse to have a romantic relationship ever again.

traits: clumsy, ambitious, loner

aspiration: nerd brain

career: astronaut

rules:

Master rocket sciensce and handiness skill

Master astronaut career and complete the Nerd Brain aspiration

Must build a rocket ship

Enter the secret lot in Oasis Springs (requiring max handiness)

Never have any close friends or relationships other than grandparent from Generation 1 until the grandparent dies

Generation Four: Grey

You always felt that you were different. While the rest of your family was busy doing some weird stuff, the only thing you wanted to do is to stay outside all day. You’re very good at sports and you dream of becoming a professional athlete. To make up for your nonexistent relationship with your parents you want to be there for your own children as much as possible. Oh, and you love fishing too.

traits: active, slob, music lover

aspiration: bodybuilder

career: athlete

rules:

Master athletic and fishing skills

Master athlete career and complete Bodybuilder aspiration

Have three failed relationships before finding spouse, marry a neat Sim

Be good friends with all your children

Have family movie night with your spouse and children every Sunday

Generation Five: Plum

You’ve always been good at anything you tried. It’s hard to choose a career, and you can’t play video games for a living so why not try a few? You work as a babysitter for much of yourlife, but as an adult realize that your true dream is to be an artist, so you quit babysitting and join the entertainer career. Basically: you’re an indecisive oddball.

traits: genius, noncommittal, erratic

aspiration: renaissance sim

career: fast food, babysitter, entertainer

rules:

Master video gaming and two other skills of your choosing, archieve at least level eight in six skills

Complete Renaissance Sim aspiration

Get divorced and then later remarried to the same Sim

Must live in at least three different worlds over the course of your life

Generation Six: Orange

You’re the black sheep of your family (but with orange hair) and you were raised in a hectic household. You’ve always wanted to cause mayhem, but you’re just really bad at being evil. You enjoy breaking into your neighbors’ houses and eating their food. Your weak point is your beloved violin. When you’re not out doing something evil, you’re probably locked up in your room playing your instrument.

traits: evil, self-assured, glutton

aspiration: public enemy

career: criminal

rules:

Master violin and charisma skills

Master criminal career and complete Public Enemy aspiration

Must live in a 2 bedroom tiny house (you don’t have to count the tiles, just have the building be really small) for your entire young adult life

Have twins, but only those two children (you may cheat for this)

Insist on being evil (claim to be criminal mastermind) but nobody belives you, not even your own children

Generation Seven: Pink

You grew up poor and are living paycheck working in the business career just as your parents did. You long to write romance novels but are too afraid to quit your steady job to follow your dreams. You’re very practical and you know the chances of making it as a writer are slim, so you stay working at your nine to five. As an adult you finally decide to pursue your dreams. You’re a hopeless romantic, but you were in a toxic relationship as a teen, and your fear of that happening again makes it nearly impossible to find love.

traits: neat, loyal, creative

aspiration: best selling author

career: business

rules:

Complete postcard collection

Master writing and gardening skills

Complete Best Selling Author aspiration

Have a well-maintained garden

Quit day job as an adult tu pursue dreams (mid-life crisis much?)

Generation Eight: Peach

Your parents always taught you to follow your dreams. You’ve always wanted to be a secret agent. You’ve always wanted to be a comedian. Well dang it, you can do both! Following bad guys by day, telling jokes at the bar by night, you can do anything you set your mind to.

traits: foodie, lazy, goofball

aspiration: joke star

career: secret agent (diamond agent)

rules:

Marry a co-worker

Must play an instrument

Master gourmet cooking and comedy skills

Master secret agent (diamont agent) career

Must live in a different world than the one they were raised

Generation Nine: Green

You were caught hacking by a major tech company that then offered you a position in their firm. You know Penelope Garcia from Criminal Minds? That’s you. You’re dedicated to your work, but that doesn’t stop you from going out and having a good time. You’re the kind of person that will be at a party at 3am and then at work at 6am.

traits: childish, geek, cheerful

aspiration: computer whiz

career: tech guru

rules:

Master mixology, video gaming and programming skills

Master tech guru career and complete Computer Whiz aspiration

Must accept every invitation to parties/outgoings with your friends

Have at least five good friends and five enemies

Generation Ten: Blue

You have the perfect life. White picket fence, loving spouse, beautiful children. But why do you still want more? You have a one time secret affair and will regret it for the rest of your life. Afterward you pour your soul into raising your children and fixing your marriage. You never admit the affair to anyone and dedicate your life to being the perfect parent.

traits: gloomy, perfectionist, family oriented

aspiration: big happy family

career: culinary

rules:

Adopt at least one child

Master the photography, cooking skills

Master culinary career and complete the Big Happy Family aspiration

Must marry high school sweetheart and stay with them until you die

Have a one time secret affair

Hope you liked my version, love y’all, bye!

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Omnivore: Part Two

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.1k

Summary: A case personal for Hotch pops up when The Reaper comes back into his life. He stopped killing for ten years only to resurface when the Detective on the original case dies.

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there are any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated

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It sucks beyond compare but The Reaper struck again before nightfall. Another couple fell victim and because it's so recent, you don't need to touch anything to see what happened. The male driver, Arthur, was stabbed repeatedly while the female passenger, Diane, was shot in the backseat.

Ghost cars pass you by on the highway until Arthur's car comes around the bend. Almost immediately, you see police sirens right behind him causing Arthur to pull over. Instead of a policeman getting out of the car, The Reaper does. He's wearing cop clothing to keep up the ruse but the same black mask sits upon his face. Those same hazel eyes stare right back at you with the same menacing look.

Arthur and Diane never saw him coming. She tried to get away and escaped to the backseat where she was shot to death.

"Another couple that's much older this time. One was shot and the other was stabbed. There's no reason I can see to stop here."

"He pretended to be a cop and pulled them over. I saw the police sirens behind them," you say.

Hotch inspects Arthur and sees a watch on his wrist that doesn't belong to him. It's too small for his wrist and there is already another watch on his other wrist.

"He left Nina's watch."

"What did he take?"

"His wedding ring."

"Their names are Arthur and Diane Lanessa. They were coming home from the Elks where they played bingo twice a week."

"It looks like he went through her purse."

"Any idea what he was looking for?"

Hotch notices something in the visor above the steering wheel and with a gloved hand, he lowers it. A picture of a family falls out with the word "Fate?" written in blood across the front.

"The question mark is new," Rossi comments.

"It's for us. He's saying it's not fate. He's saying we had ten years to save them, and that these latest ones are on us."

"You got all that from one question mark? That's impressive."

"I may know him better than I've let on."

"What does that mean?" you ask.

"It means that there is a profile on The Reaper."

"I thought we were called off before we had one."

"We were. I had just started the profile and then he stopped killing, so officially we were done. I kept coming back to it over the years and I worked on it alone."

"You never shared it with anyone?"

"I know I'm always preaching that profiling is a collaborative effort, but this one wasn't. If there was a chance I was wrong, I was gonna head us in the wrong direction."

"Do you feel like it's right now?"

"The more I see it, the more accurate I think it may be."

"Then we need to hear it."

Sergeant Mike is more than happy to gather his men and women so that Hotch can give the profile. Since he's the only one who knows it, he's the only one who is doing the talking.

"The Reaper fits a profile we refer to as an Omnivore. Unlike most serial killers, an omnivore doesn't target a specific victim type. Although he tends to focus on his younger female victims with his knife, he essentially is a predator who will kill anyone."

"Why is he so democratic?"

"Because his kills aren't just about his victims. He needs recognition. He needs us to know. It's why he drew those symbols and the placement of prior victims' possessions on other ones--it's all for us."

"Why?"

"Simple. Power. The Shaunessy letter is the clearest example of this. He manipulated Tom into literally surrendering to him. The burden was too much to bear. In a very real sense, Tom was the reaper's twenty-second victim."

"Like BTK killer, Dennis Rader, The Reaper is extremely disciplined. In his everyday life, this will very likely make him so inflexible that he can't keep close relationships or work closely with others," Rossi adds.

"I believe our killer has another interest that may give us our best opportunity to catch him. The Reaper's last victim was an older woman. He killed her quickly with a single shot. He spent more time with his prior victim who was younger because he stabbed her forty-six times."

"Why?" Mike asks.

"He pays special attention to his younger female victims, and his weapon of choice with them is the knife which is a substitute instrument for bodily penetration. The younger they are, the more time he spends with them. I think our guy is a hebephile. It's someone who's attracted to adolescent post-pubescent children like teenagers. Look for men with access to authority like high school teachers, counselors, coaches, and anyone who's been charged with sex crimes against teenage girls in the last ten years. That's all for now. Thank you."

Emily motions for Hotch to come into the conference room, so you and Rossi follow him over there.

"Garcia can't find Foyet."

"I've got nothing, sir," she says over speakerphone.

"What do you mean?"

"He's gone. I mean, he's completely off the grid."

"How is that possible?"

"Nine months after he was released from the hospital, he quit his job, sold his car, closed his bank accounts, and canceled his credit cards, cell phone, apartment, everything. He has no paper, thus he has no trail. I can't find him because he's gone."

"If I was almost killed by a serial killer and found out that killer has never been caught, I'd want to stay hidden, too. He's probably scared," you say.

"It's more than that. Even dead people stay on the grid for decades. Take it from me, erasing yourself like this is extremely difficult. It takes commitment. You'd have to be willing to cut every tie of everything and everyone you've ever known in your entire life. It's like killing yourself. I gotta say, this is impressive."

"Can you blame him? Foyet's the only living person who knows what The Reaper looks like, and he's still out there."

"It doesn't change the fact that we still need to find him."

"I'll keep looking," Penelope says.

"Garcia, we don't have much time."

"I know, sir."

"He would have to completely isolate himself. He's totally alone. That couldn't have been easy. He must have talked to someone to do all that."

"I think I might know someone. Stand by."

Hotch thinks it's best to talk to the reporter that came by earlier, so he sets a meeting with him since he loves to write about this story. Roy Coulson found George for the book he was writing. They kept in touch over the years even though Goerge wouldn't give his phone number out. He'd only give one of his aliases out since George had multiple made to keep himself hidden from The Reaper.

Only Hotch and Rossi went to talk to him so as to not scare him. George isn't too fond of having two FBI agents visiting him but he knew they were coming sooner or later. All those years ago, George was going to propose to his girlfriend at the restaurant but got cold feet at the last minute. The ring was still in his pocket when The Reaper approached them. He claimed he was lost and had one of those sightseeing booklets in his hands.

George was looking at it when he stabbed him. He couldn't move as The Reaper killed his girlfriend. When The Reaper took George's glasses, he should have left them on the next victim but didn't. He held onto them for the past eleven years. George has been living with the possibility that The Reaper could have a special interest in George since he was attacked.

Hotch is surprised that The Reaper hasn't made any kind of contact, but George has a bunch of different residences under different names that he moves between randomly. The Reaper likes to get people in their cars so he takes the bus. He's gone to great lengths to make sure that he doesn't get attacked again.

Hotch offered to relocate him to someplace safer but Boston is George's home. It's the one thing he promised himself he'd never let The Reaper take from him. George handed over the list of residences regardless of his fears, and Hotch promised him that he would catch him this time.

When you heard about what happened between the two men, something stuck in the back of your mind that you couldn't get rid of. Even when you and Spencer are back in the hotel room to get ready for bed, you can't stop thinking about the case. Spencer is in the bathroom brushing his teeth while you pace the length of the hotel room while biting your nails. Spencer spits out the toothpaste and pops his head out of the bathroom.

"Okay, you've been pacing for the last half hour. What's wrong?"

"There's something about this case that bothers me."

"What is it?"

"The Reaper killed all of these people and suddenly stopped for decades, right? George was the only person who was left alive by him. Doesn't it strike you as odd that The Reaper stopped killing when there is one victim alive? The Reaper doesn't leave victims alive. He's gotten away with killing for this long, so why now? If he had killed George, then we wouldn't be closer to catching him."

"What are you saying?"

You stop and think for a moment before shaking your head.

"I don't know," you mutter and continue to pace.

You're not sure what went down with Hotch after speaking with George, but news of another crime surfaces. Instead of a couple in a car on the side of the road, it's a bus-load of people at a bus station. There are seven victims that The Reaper left behind. The energy you see is the same as the other two crime scenes you visited, but you're not getting anything from The Reaper. He's still as closed off as the first time you connected with him. The only thing you can get off him is that he's cocky and arrogant. He wants to stay hidden, and you think back to what you said to Spencer an hour ago.

Isn't it weird that The Reaper is hidden from everyone and can't be caught, and George did everything to erase himself from the world?

Not only did The Reaper kill seven people, but he also left three numbers on the windows written in blood--1422, 201, and 1488--and "No Deal" at the end. You're not sure what that's about, but seeing Hotch's angry reaction, he does.

"There are six bodies, not including the driver. He put them all down with a gun before finishing them off with his knife."

"I found Arthur Lanessa's wedding ring," Hotch says and points to the driver's hand.

"What did he take?" you ask.

"Does it matter?"

Hotch leaves the bus angrily, and you and Rossi follow after him.

"What's going on with you?"

"He called me tonight at my hotel and offered me the deal."

"What did you say?"

"I hung up on him, and then he did this."

"You think this is your fault?" you ask.

"It is."

Rossi nods once and removes his gun so he can hand it to Hotch. He knows exactly what Rossi is telling him to do and scoffs. He has unshed tears in his eyes that he refuses to let fall.

"Here, use mine. You've convinced me. You hung up on him. You practically killed them yourself. Go ahead, get it over with. Don't worry about us. We'll get this guy without you."

"Dave, I had ten years to do something about it."

"Hotch, do you think I blame myself for every victim who was killed because I may have known something about it? I see death every day and the bad things people do, but I don't blame myself for it. If I did, I wouldn't be in this line of work. I'd be dead."

"She's right. Look, Shaunessy made the deal and the killings stopped. He closed the case and sent the BAU away. For ten years, you worked on other cases. Active cases."

"I kept coming back to this one. I kept coming back to this profile."

"Hey, I was retired. Should I blame myself for every victim who got killed while I was on my book tour? Look, if you want to end up like Shaunessy and Gideon by blaming yourself for everything, go ahead. But that voice in your head is not your conscience, it's your ego. This isn't about us, Aaron, it's about the bad guys. That's why we profile them. It's their fault. We're just guys doing a job. When we stop doing it, someone else will. Trust me. I know."

"You can put that away," Hotch says about the gun.

"You sure?" Rossi smirks.

"It's a little dramatic, don't you think?"

"My wife always said I had a flair for the dramatic."

"Which one?" you smirk.

"All of them."

"Hotch, think of it this way. I still have a lot to learn from you. There is no way I'd let you fall down the rabbit hole before I do," you chuckle.

"Thanks," Hotch smiles.

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[mollymauk-teafleak]

now I wake up by your side

Yes I'm writing fic for a movie from the eighties. Blame @nb-fearne and leave a comment on Ao3, cheers

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It's September 20th 2011 and Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell has something to tell the world. At three in the morning. Through a megaphone.

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Tom had never slept well when he was alone. 

Not when he was young, lying there tense under the weight of it all, hearing enough of the shouting below him that he’d never be able to sleep until Sarah crawled under his sheets to curl up in his arms. Not in flight school, always making sure to linger in the gym so there would be plenty of other bodies in the darkness beside him when he finally collapsed onto his bunk. Not at Miramar when he’d always find excuses to stay up going over manuals and strategy with Slider so his RIO would fall asleep on the sofa and he’d have his comforting snores to fall asleep to. 

Sleeping alone had never felt safe to Tom, not even now all of those days were far in the past. Not even now he was fifty, with a pretty damn sizeable part of the United States Navy answered to him, with silver hair and knees that ached no matter how religiously he kept up with his morning runs. He was still lying in the dark at some vague, murky hour before sunrise, staring at the ceiling and trying to turn off his brain. 

Because despite his best efforts, he was sleeping alone again. Maverick wasn’t where he should be, flung across Tom like he’d fallen from some great height, fidgeting and restless even in his sleep so their dog tags would be knotted when Tom tried to ease out from under him in the morning. He wasn’t even down the hall, in the bedroom they pretended was his whenever the wrong kind of people were visiting but, in reality, more belonged to the dog than anyone. He wasn’t down on the sofa either, which still occasionally happened even now they were too old to be having fights like that. 

Maverick was somewhere halfway across the world, doing the kind of work he should have been promoted away from years ago but his attitude kept tossing him back into. Tom did his best, he really did, but people had started realising he’d appointed himself Peter Mitchell’s guardian angel and were taking evasive action. Reassignment papers and deployment orders had stopped appearing on his desk until it was too late, until no amount of the infamous Kazansky glowering could undo them. 

Of course, Maverick didn’t help himself by continuing to be a cocky, dismissive asshole well into his late forties. But if people were waiting for that to change, they’d be waiting a long damn time. 

So his Pete was somewhere far away, he didn’t know where exactly because he deliberately didn’t look too deeply into where his wingman got sent or what dangerous things he’d be doing when he got there. Bad form for an admiral, Tom knew, but slightly better for his anxiety. If he didn’t know otherwise, he could tell himself Maverick was just doing cargo runs or being a bad influence to the younger lieutenants and mouthing off to the captains, hurtling through the sky at ridiculous speeds just because he loved it and not because people were shooting at him. It didn’t mean Tom believed it but he could try and tell himself that.

Wherever Maverick was, he wasn’t here. So Tom was awake. 

His therapist had told him to pick a category and try to come up with something in that category for every letter of the alphabet, no cheating by using something you were already familiar with. When Bradley was going through his baseball phase in high school, Tom had done MLB teams. When he’d pivoted to performing arts club, he’d tried musicals or composers. If he was missing his Babushka and the long, golden weekends he’d spent as a small boy, protected within her cluttered, tiny kitchen as he helped her cook, Tom would do ingredients.

But it was Peter Mitchell he was lying awake and missing tonight so the category could only be cheesy sixties tunes. The kind he loved to hear belting out, cheerfully off key, over the sound of the running shower or from the kitchen over the clattering of dishes in the sink. The kind he’d wrinkle his nose at but would find himself humming over reports in his office. 

Tom turned for what had to be the hundredth time in the last hour, pulling the covers tighter around him as he tried to remember that one song Mav always sang when he was about three to four beers deep. The one with the sickly sweet lyrics he’d always direct at Tom just to see his face turn red. Or to make him kiss him, just so he’d shut the hell up. God, it had been so long since he’d kissed him…

He could feel his thoughts finally getting fuzzy around the edges, his brain finally grinding to a halt now he’d given it something to chew on. Maybe he’d be able to get a couple of hours after all, get himself down to three coffees at work the next day rather than four. Still three more than the doctor had advised him but running a Navy was damn hard. 

Something struck the window with a light tap, sending Tom’s brain snapping back to awareness, adrenaline slapping him across the face and making him flinch. With a growl of frustration, he turned his face into the pillow, thinking very unkind thoughts about whatever bird had just bumped into the glass. It wasn’t as if flying was all that hard. 

Until it happened again, a lighter sound. Then another, a beat later. A longer pause, then again. Like hail that hadn’t made up its mind. Frowning, Tom sat up, shivering a little as the sheets fell to his waist. It was just darkness outside the window, they lived far enough out from the city that the night sky was true, honest black. Fear prickled at his spine for a moment until he saw what was making the sound. 

Pebbles. Tiny little pebbles hitting the window with soft plinking sounds. 

Tom didn’t know for sure. He had no way of knowing. But somehow, deep down inside himself, he did. And so he was smiling as he threw back the blankets and made his slightly aching legs stagger towards the window. 

As it happened, Tom could have been sleeping soundly. Because Pete Mitchel wasn’t halfway across the world. He was standing in their driveway at three in the morning wearing civilian clothes and a smile too big for his face. 

But he was also holding a megaphone. So maybe Tom hadn’t been anxious enough.

Whatever ridiculous thing was about to happen, Tom was giddy with delight, like if he could tear his eyes away from Maverick, he’d see his feet weren’t actually touching the floor. Just the overwhelming sense of relief that the world was right again, that all the missing pieces were back in place and he could take a full, real breath again. 

“What the hell are you doing, Mitchell?” He threw the window open and leaned out of it, beaming despite how much he looked like he was in a very strange production of Romeo and Juliet. 

“Be more specific, Kazansky!” Mav grinned at him, “What the hell am I doing home early, what the hell am I doing standing in the driveway or what the hell am I doing with this?” He waved the megaphone somewhat threateningly. 

“All of the above!” Thoughts were running frantically around his mind, ones he didn’t dare shout down to him but wanted to, God, I missed that voice, I missed that smile, I missed the way you tilt your head up to look at me, I missed the way your hair never stays neat, I missed the way you look at me...

“Well, all of those very valid questions have one very simple answer,” Maverick set his hands on his hips, like the showman he could be when he had something ridiculous planned and there was no way for Tom to escape, when he knew he was about to turn his wingman’s face a shade of red human skin probably shouldn’t ever be, “That answer being that as of three hours and twenty seven minutes ago, it is officially September 20th.” 

Understanding began to crystallise in the back of Tom’s mind, the part that wasn’t completely devoted to just processing the fact that Maverick was standing in front of him when he hadn’t expected to see him for another week. That distance being exactly why he hadn’t been counting down to this date. The date he, and probably more of his fellow servicemen and women than he’d ever know, had been simultaneously waiting for and terrified would never come. After the years of growing so comfortable with fear that he didn’t know how to live without it, after the bitter disappointment when he’d let himself actually hope back in the nineties when he should have known better, after years of climbing higher and higher in the system that he loved and hated him back until he’d started to get dizzy, Tom hadn’t let himself feel this day coming. 

But apparently Pete Mitchell had been braver than that. 

“I wanted to be here by midnight but the flight was delayed and traffic was insane, why the hell are you West Coast people going places at the fucking ass crack of dawn? Anyway, it’s September 20th which means I’m officially allowed to do this…”

“Do what?” a cold feeling that might have been panic and might have been excitement and was probably both ran down Tom’s spine as Maverick lifted the megaphone to his lips, “Oh god-”

By definition, you didn’t need to yell into a megaphone. But Maverick did it anyway, his voice made tinny and cranked up to jet engine levels, booming out through their quiet neighbourhood.

“I, Captain Pete Mitchell, callsign Maverick, love Admiral Thomas Kazansky, callsign Iceman. I’ve loved him every day since 1986 and I’ll love him until they put my ass in the ground. I love him more than my bike and more than my jet and more than my jacket. I am 100% prime time in love with him and there’s nothing the United States Navy can do about it!”

“Oh my god, Maverick!” Tom was frozen in disbelieving, delighted horror, only his hands able to move as they clutched his hair, silver now rather than blonde, and his mouth as it somehow managed to smile even wider, “I…you just woke the whole neighbourhood and I’m not even wearing a goddamn shirt…they already don’t like you…”

Maverick just laughed in sheer, shameless joy as a dog started barking two doors down and lights came on in several houses, “Say it back then! You can, it’s okay!”

And it was. God damn him, it was okay. It had always been okay, whatever anyone said. 

Tom didn’t have a megaphone but he had a set of admiral’s lungs. He cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled as loud as he possibly could, “I love Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell! I’m gay and there’s nothing anyone can fucking do about it!”

Maverick whooped and hollered, tears in his eyes that Tom could see from two storeys up. He had a look on his face that Tom had seen nearly thirty years ago now, when they’d buzzed that tower. The moment he’d always said was the instant he realised he was in love with his wingman. 

“Now get your ass up here before we get arrested for disturbing the peace!” Tom’s voice had an edge of begging now, “Also so I can kiss you.”

“Sir, yes sir!” Maverick snapped him a salute and sprinted for the door.

Tom met him halfway down the stairs, snatching him up and hugging him so hard he knew he was hurting him but Maverick only sighed like he’d finally got his head above water. Tom breathed in the scent of him, the smell of that old leather jacket he was still wearing, the edge of gasoline and standard issue soap. He felt his heart beating against his own chest, slowly coming back into rhythm with Tom’s. 

It was the same sweet relief of every homecoming they’d ever had, the one that almost made the parting worth it but not quite. But this time there was something more. Not just the joy of right now but the promise of something new in the future. Something unknown and more than a little terrifying but it was addictive as every fear Tom had ever come across. He was more than happy to chase it. 

It was a little fuzzy, hard to follow when there were so many more important things to be paying attention to, like Maverick’s lips on his, his hair tickling Tom’s nose, his hands roaming eagerly over his body, but somehow they made it upstairs and back onto the bed, Mav still fully clothed because neither of them were willing to draw apart for that long. Not yet anyway. 

“Are you going to say something?” Mav murmured, as Tom’s thumb traced gentle circles on his cheek, “Make a big important admiral statement or whatever? I mean, you don’t have to, just because you can be out doesn’t mean it’s the only option-”

“No, I want to,” Tom cut across him gently, the way he needed to sometimes when Maverick started nervously rambling, “It’s important, not just to me.”

Maverick grinned, that smile that hadn’t changed in thirty years, “The very first openly gay admiral…thats a lot of responisbility?”

“Well, I’ve been keeping you in check for thirty years, I’d like to start getting some recognition,” Tom smirks, mostly to cover the rush of nerves he felt at the truth of Mav’s words.

They’d known each other far too long for him to be fooled though, Mav’s mismatched eyes softening with the depths of emotion Tom had once been terrified of. He laid his palm on his chest and slid a leg up to his hip. 

“There’s no one I’d trust more to change the goddamn world, Tom,” his fingers tracing the freckles on his shoulders, “And I’m so proud of you.”

Tom smiled softly, “Is it weird that I’m proud of myself too?”

He got his answer in the form of a breathless kiss, Mav rolling until he was on top, straddling Tom and leaning down to press their foreheads together, “God, I fucking love you.” 

“I love you too,” Tom smirked, bemused, more than ready for things to move towards one of their usual homecomings, especially now Mav’s crotch was grinding down on his own. 

Maverick seemed to be in agreement, drawing back to toss his jacket overboard and sweep his shirt over his head though he paused halfway, as if struck by a thought. His eyes were bright with triumph as they locked on Tom. 

“Dibs on proposing!” he barked, grinning crookedly. 

For a moment, Tom was confused before realisation and horror struck him, “Oh god. Maverick. I swear to God…”

That argument followed them into fucking, rolling and shoving and nipping, playful and sweet all at once. As he remembered oh, it really is this good, before he let go of his thoughts for a little while, Tom made a promise. To himself, to Maverick, to everyone like them who’d come after them. 

He was going to be brave. 

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Do you agree with the fandom sentiment that connor is one of the more ‘evil’ characters in succession bc of the nature of his relationship with willa?

Lol absolutely not. Connor and Willa are both adults in a consensual relationship/arrangement. I see zero sign that Willa lacks the ability to leave that relationship and arrangement. He has… multiple times…. Given her an out. If we’re being real, Connor has the money to pay people to follow Willa and keep her from doing what she wants. The night she bailed on the rehearsal dinner, he could’ve had someone find her very quickly. I’m not saying he’s a saint for not doing those things and giving her basic decency and respect; but I’m saying that she could clearly leave if she wanted. Any suggestion otherwise is pretty much pure conjecture on the part of fans until the show proves otherwise. Which it may! But it hasn’t.

Willa is an adult woman. If she’s the same age as her portrayer, which I imagine she is or isn’t far from because they could style her to look even young otherwise, she’s in her early thirties. I don’t say that to be all “wow good for Connor, he’s not with an 18 year old”, I say that because I think she knows her mind. Personally, I have absolutely zero issue legally or ethically with people having sugar arrangements, which is essentially a simplified version of what these two have. It’s sex work, it’s paying for a partner, and I think Willa is of an age and a mental state where it is fine for her sell her body and companionship if she so pleases.

Do I find men who pay for those things automatically appealing? No. But it’s not an inherently immoral act, imo, and I think it actually makes total sense that Connor paid for Willa to be with him based on his personal trauma and issues. I mean, I don’t think the relationships we’ve seen Shiv and Roman in particular conduct with Tom and Gerri are any less transactional. Willa and Connor are just open about it, which is actually more commendable in my eyes. She knows what she’s getting, he knows what she’s willing to give and what she isn’t.

I find the idea that she’d ~evil~ because he has a paid adult companion of sound mind who chose to be there to be kind of incredibly sanctimonious, prudish, and naive. Like, Connor being an anarcho-conservative is what I’m worried about. Not him having a wife/girlfriend he pays or paid who’s perfectly able to consent. I’ll also be real—based on tidbits we’ve gotten from Willa and her exchanges with Marcia, and just the logic of Connor being as a top tier as he is in terms of a sugar daddy (financially speaking), I kind of doubt this is her first gig. She knows what she’s doing, she seems overall happy if not without concerns, he listens to her about things like the ambassadorship and actually seems to have grown in that respect, and I think it’s perfectly fine for them to partake in this kind of relationship.

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Masterlist

Key: 

* = smut

Newest Post: Peter’s Precarious Polyjuice Potion

Requests are open

who I write for:

tom holland

harry styles

niall horan

one direction

all of their characters

exceptions include cherry, danny from the crowded room, and alex from dunkirk (pls don’t request them)

other people I can’t think of at the moment

if you’d like to request someone not on this page, go for it! i’m always up for trying something new :)

AUs accepted/embraced!

⚠Stories are fem! reader unless stated otherwise, I try to keep it vague⚠

Tom Holland

-By Your Side 

in which y/n tries to help tom improve at roller skating as several obstacles get in their way of having a good time

-It’s All For You

in which y/n is up for an oscar and is supported in every way by her boyfriend tom

-Spider Terror 

in which y/n and tom face one of his biggest foes: a fellow spider

-Movie Night*

in which you and tom decide to take advantage of your very first movie night all alone

-That’s The Tea

in which tom finds out his girlfriend has no idea how to make tea

-Clean

in which y/n helps to break tom’s fear of vulnerability by comforting him after a bad day

-Popsicle Pairs

in which you and tom decide to enjoy more than just popsicles until your son intrudes

Peter Parker

-Where Do We Go Now

in which the death of y/n's father leaves her determined to bring him back and her boyfriend peter determined to save her

-Peter’s Precarious Polyjuice Potion

in which you and peter are forced to take extreme lengths to protect your secret relationship with the help of your shape shifting powers

Arvin Russell

series

-Family Line

in which y/n teagardin is forced move to West Virginia with her brother and in the process, finds a boy who might just make everything alright

-Gold Rush 

in which you and arvin’s secret relationship is discovered after a steamy movie night

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Somewhere I said I was going to do an MWAS infodump after Sabezra DinBo week. Here’s one I’ve been pecking at for awhile. This is how we got the divorce fight flashback scene in For Better Or Worse. I want to write this fic but it might be too exhausting, LOL. I still want it documented though because it’s an important part of this bonkers AU my brain wrote for me.

The Great Not-Divorce, otherwise known as what happens when you need a good angsty headcanon and have acquired too much secondhand aviation knowledge from your husband:

Around the 10 year mark is when we have the divorce fight in For Better Or Worse. Tom and Chyler have been stationed apart for about a year and while neither of them is the picture of mental health, Tom has gotten BAD. He’s been in survival mode for awhile now and the physical distance between him and Chyler isn’t helping. Chyler is increasingly unhappy, but Tom doesn’t have the brain space to really hear it.

I’m not sure what capital-S Stupid thing Tom did that pushed Chyler over the edge. Something worse than “forgot her birthday” and not as egregious as “hopped into bed with someone else.” Whatever he did, Chyler sends the decree of divorce with no warning—and right before her ship makes a slipspace jump and Tom can’t talk to her for a few days. Yeah, not her best move. Tom wakes up, sees the message, is completely blindsided, and immediately has to report for duty.

A couple of hours later, the CAG chews Tom out for doing something dumb on a training run and Tom tells him what happened. CAG grounds him for “however long it takes to get your head on straight” and tells Tom “if you love this woman, you fight. You dig in your heels and fight like mad for her.”

Tom has another day and a half to brood over this before he finally gets in touch with Chyler. He rightly unloads on her for unilaterally deciding their marriage was over AND sending the divorce papers when she knew they’d be on a communication blackout for three days. That’s the flashback scene, which in its own fic would end with Tom asking Chyler for another day to think about everything. Chyler isn’t pleased, but she relents since she can’t exactly force him to sign from where she is. Plus, she’s more hopeful than she wants to admit that Tom showed some fight.

Later that day Tom gets a call from the ship psychologist/counselor and my secondhand aviation knowhow becomes a headcanon. That yearly aviator physical last week? Well, the flight surgeon is concerned enough about Tom’s mental state to alert the chief medical officer, who alerted the psychologist. She thinks the flight surgeon is right to be worried and shows Tom a laundry list of the doc’s observations.

Tom’s not deluded about what this means. He’s on thin ice with his medical due to his cryo allergy (which is stupid by the way but that’s another topic) and any diagnosed mental health condition, never mind treatment for the same, is an automatic revocation. @mrtobenamedlater can elaborate on this but flight medicals are STRICT.

This would also DQ Lasky from any line officer position in real life, I have to think, but I gotta use what Halo gave me here.

Now comes a hard part in the story: A guy with the emotional intelligence of a brick (at this point in his life, anyway) has to have a lightbulb moment about mental health and not sound like he’s trying to ace therapy. Tom is not OK. He hasn’t been for a long time. He thinks he’s coping with everything just fine because he’s not drinking or smoking or getting high, but the counselor gets him to see that adrenaline/thrills/risk-taking is his drug of choice. That almost got someone killed yesterday and it’s about to cost him his marriage.

After this Tom goes back to his cabin and his oblivious roommate starts talking about how his brother is about to get medically discharged. Tom is REALLY not in the mood for this until Roommate says “He’s a nav officer on Kenaitze. Chyler might know him.”

Tom has an epiphany and runs to beg, plead, bribe someone, whatever it takes to get an immediate transfer to fill that vacant navigator position. He gets all the paperwork drawn up. Tom just wants it held until he can talk to Chyler.

The next day Tom spills everything to Chyler. He’s a mess. He loves flying, but it’s eating him alive. He’s been under the radar for awhile but the people holding his medical are onto him. If he admits defeat now, he can still have a say over what he does next. All he has to do is sign on the X, if Chyler will still have him.

Chyler keeps saying there must be another way, but there isn’t. Tom’s flying days are done. Even if they weren’t, he wouldn’t choose his wings over his wife. He’s been doing that all year and look where it got them. He’s absolutely sick that he hurt Chyler so badly she thought divorce was her only option. They both know that’s not really what she wants. Don’t they deserve another chance?

We all know how this goes. Though what exactly happens in the 10-12 years between this point and Reach isn’t hammered out yet. Tom and Chyler struggle a lot still during that time, and still do even by the time we drop into the meat of this AU right after Halo 4. They both have a LOT of trauma and personal challenges even before Forward Into Dawn. The life they have chosen is not suited to stable relationships. But, at the end of the day, Tom and Chyler love each other. Like, a lot. It’s disgusting, really. I invented them and I think they’re disgusting. Their combined willpower might be the only thing holding them together sometimes, but it’s enough.

Besides, divorce is a lot of paperwork. And if there’s one thing Captain Lasky hates, it’s paperwork.

That, however, is another headcanon.

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To-Do List

Updated April 27th, 2024

There is no specific order I do my requests in. It’s just whatever strikes me in the moment. Requests will be removed from this list when they’re put in my queue/drafts until they’re ready to post.

🚧 = WIP (Work In Progress)

Ask Games

🚧 👗: Fashion Board - Dez Shepard 🚧

🏠: Interior Design Board - Marianne Hardwell

🏠: Interior Design Board - Prue Wakefield

👗: Fashion Board - Tovah Olander

🏠: Interior Design Board - Alaina Abbott

💕: Ship Moodboard - Linara Sand x Tywin Lannister

🍼: FaceApp Kid - Henrietta Parsons x Buster Brady

👗: Fashion Board - Henrietta Parsons

❌: Crossover - Jodie Rourke & Freya Sherwood

❌: Crossover - Raven Gothel & Diavelle Darkmoor

🏠: Interior Design Board - Antonia Grayson

🎬: If She Were Canon - Zoe Cox

Edits

🚧 Samantha Lincoln x David Hodges - On An Investigation Together (Requested by Anon) 🚧

Clarissa Powers x Julian Fawcett - Clarissa First Seeing Julian In His State Of Undress When He Dies (Requested by Anon)

Lissette Serpens x Severus Snape - Snape Seeing Lissette In Her Yule Ball Dress For The First Time (Requested by Anon)

Harper Cassidy & Hannah Baker - Birthday Memories (Requested by Anon)

Hailey Emerson & Teddy & Spencer - Hanging Out (Requested by Anon)

Taylor Anders & Ariel - Show Of Support (Requested by Anon)

Sherae Jordan x Kathy Griffin - Antics In The City (Requested by Anon)

Alaina Abbott x Melissa Schemmenti - Classroom Fluff (Requested by Anon)

Brigitte Wren x Phoebe Buffay - Guitar Serenade (Requested by Anon)

Fics

The Enemy Of My Enemy - Iridia Danvers x Nyxly (Requested by Anon)

When Lex takes Iridia hostage, Nyxly's first instinct is to blame the super friends, until Lex contacts them, revealing that he’ll only let Iridia go if they give up their totems. Now they’re in a race to save Iridia and trick Lex in the process.

That Old, Black Magic - Mercy Ambrose x Lady Van Tassel (Requested by @yellowbird-flying)

Mercy catches sight of Lady Van Tassel performing a black magic ritual, and must decide how strong her loyalty is.

Treat Her Better - Jennifer Beckett × Janice Litman (Requested by Anon)

When Chandler goes and breaks Janice's heart again, Jennifer is the one to pick up the pieces, leading her to tell Chandler off and inadvertently confess her own feelings for Janice.

Matchmaking Menaces - Lola Marsh × Donna Sheridan (Requested by Anon)

Five times Tanya and Ruby tried to get Lola and Donna to admit their feelings to each other, and the one time it finally happened.

Make A Move - Catrine Burgundy x Tanya Chesham Leigh x Ruby Sheridan (Requested by Anon)

Rosie challenges Catrine and Tanya to make a move on Ruby before Fernando has the chance to steal her away.

Languages Of Love - Sophie Kendall x Tom Koracick (Requested by @ghostsunderstoodmysoul)

Where Sophie and Tom express each of the love languages to one another in various scenes.

Sinduction - Jezebeth Dufort x Margaret White (Requested by Anon)

Jezebeth finally makes her move and begins the seduction and corruption of Margaret.

The Storycrafter - Nella Landon x Merlin (Requested by Anon)

With Nella having read all the books she can get her hands on, Merlin takes it upon himself to craft some new, magical tales for her.

Fireside Familiarity - Olivette Littletree x Molly Weasley (Requested by @yellowbird-flying)

Olivette isn’t quite feeling her bright and sunny self, but it’s nothing some quality time with Molly can’t fix.

A Matter Of Height - Linara Sand x Tywin Lannister (Requested by Anon)

Tywin seems to think that stature is part of a proper display of power. Linara, being rather petite, is set to convince him otherwise.

Spa Day To Remember - Jodie Rourke x Cathy Brown (Requested by Anon)

When Jodie leaves a message for Cathy to meet her at the Wash & Blow, she’s actually planned a spa day for her as a surprise.

Psychobabble - Jodie Rourke x Cathy Brown (Requested by Anon)

To help her study, Cathy takes to reading her psychology textbook out loud. Jodie might not understand all the terminology, but she sure doesn’t mind listening to Cathy read.

Caught Out - Henrietta Parsons x Buster Brady (Requested by Anon)

While Agnes is in the kitchen talking to Dermot, Henrietta and Buster make use of their alone time, at least until Mrs. Brown catches them.

New OCs

🚧 Eleanor Newsome - FD: You, Me And Him - FC: Jameela Jamil - LI: Olivia Miller 🚧