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jackactuallywrites · 10 months ago

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All Seeing, All Knowing, All Loving

Pairing: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x You

Rating: PG, no smut or violence

Warnings: You’re getting stalked and hacked! Life pro tip: don’t put random USBs in your computer ;)

Summary: A cat gets dumped at your front door and a strange email gets dumped in your inbox. Who could it possibly be?

Notes: Yes you’re using Firefox because it’s the BEST

Word Count: 1,904

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Someone was watching you.

You couldn't tell whether it was all in your head; logic and the power of chance dictated that it was, but there was that tiny little whisper of doubt in the back of your mind. One CCTV turning to follow you down the street was a coincidence, and you could argue that for the next half dozen, but not for every single one on the route from your work to your home. You couldn't remember when it started, but you'd first noticed it in the industrial estate when you'd taken another look for that skinny cat. The CCTV had practically swivelled all the way around, centring in on you, too overt to even pretend it was scanning the street. That had made sense. You'd walked onto some sort of military base; security on the old buildings might have been upped. The one after it wasn't too unusual either; undoubtedly, you looked pretty suspicious coming out of the disused alleyway. But every single camera after that, each one swivelling to watch you for long enough for you to come in range of the next one?

Whatever you'd done to get onto the radar of the higher-ups was beyond you. Perhaps it was your little foray into closed-off territory, but you'd reassured yourself that it was a one-off. They'd see that, and then they'd leave you alone. You hoped.

At any rate, you had more important things to do.

Saturday was Caturday, and that meant you had to check all the applications that had come in, go through them, and set up meetings for the applicants to meet the cats. Then, you had to walk over to the cattery and see what new cats had been brought in or surrendered, take their pictures, and then update the website, as well as all the updates from the successful adoptions that had happened over the week.

Your last task of the day was to open the post, finding your usual selection of postcards from adopters and fosterers, as well as a few thank you cards. Those went up on your desk, where you took your cards to display around your workspace and found the USB sitting on your desk. Usually, your colleagues sent you new pictures by email, but you had just assumed that they'd chosen a new method, perhaps one that would have an archive of pictures that were easier to look back at. It did have a cute drawing of a cat on it, and when you plugged it into your computer, it was full of cat pictures. You didn't recognise any of them; they were strays, by the look of it. Regardless, you didn't end up having enough time to click through them all; your day ended up swallowed by working through all the applications and scheduling various check-ups on all the cats. By the time you got back to your desk, it was already the end of the day, so you did the usual thing and took the USB stick home with you to work on it from home.

You'd noticed that your screen had flickered a little when you'd put it in, and the command box popped up for half a second, but that wasn't so unusual; the laptop was half a decade old at this point. That kept you occupied until you almost fell asleep on the sofa, at which point you decided to call it a day.

The next morning wasn't any less bizarre; in fact, it was perhaps more so.

Your usual morning routine had been interrupted by a sharp knock on the door, and when you'd gone to investigate, begrudging having to put actual clothes on, all you found was a box. You hadn't ordered anything that you could recall, but the women at the rescue liked to get each other little gifts, with that being your initial assumption. Of course, there was the fact that the cardboard box was roughly the size of a microwave. And the fact that it had air holes poked in the side. Not to mention the large block letters scrawled on top, perhaps the biggest clue of all as to what was inside.

'CAT.'

They had to be joking. Someone had left a cat on your doorstep? You were used to that at work, sure; you worked in a cat rescue, it was only natural for people to drop cats off in all manner of boxes and even bags, but this was your front door. You couldn't think of anyone who knew your address that would drop a cat off without at least texting you. Granted, you didn't have your phone. You were still irritated about that; what kind of man took someone's phone? Regardless, there were other things for you to worry about now.

Gingerly, you picked up the box, making sure to support the bottom as you brought it back into your home. There wasn't a holding crate like there was at the rescue, nor was there any protective gear. At least the cat inside didn't sound angry. It was worth the risk.

Your bathroom would be the safest place to open the box; it was the smallest room, with ample access to water in case you needed to clean, which was likely.

You set the box down on the floor, pushing the door closed with your foot. Then, you gingerly pulled the cardboard flap open. As labelled, there was a cat inside. A small, skinny little thing, white and grey, with stains— hang on, you knew this cat. The little bastard that had gotten you caught trespassing on a military base—sans the plastic ring around its neck. And now it was here? It still didn't look particularly afraid of you here, even if it was giving you a reproachful look, curled up in the furthest corner of the box. Its tail was still smooth, its ears slightly back but not completely flattened. You could risk holding out a hand toward it, your fingertips reaching out so it could smell you. It may not have been thrilled by the fact that it had now lost its freedom, but it wasn't aggressive by any means. Nor did it seem particularly interested in you, letting you boop its nose without flinching. It just watched you carefully as you stroked its head, just silent and curious.

You had another problem now. How were you supposed to leave your apartment when you had a new cat to take care of? You already knew you couldn't take it to the shelter; it was overcrowded as it was, but you weren't about to leave it alone in your house. For the time being, at least, you would be working from home.

First things first, you'd have to send an email into work, so that was what you'd do. There wasn't too much trouble the cat could get into, so you left it in the bathroom to get acclimatised. Thankfully, your workspace was right across from the bathroom, so you could keep an eye on the door from your desk. Already, there were emails waiting for you the second you turned your laptop on. They were easy enough to skim through, mostly junk; offers from shops you were sure you'd already unsubscribed from, but one caught your attention, having arrived just a few minutes ago.

'CAT.'

If it was a spam email, it worked well enough for you to click on it, even though '[email protected]' seemed like the fakest address imaginable. Still, you clicked.

'Subject: CAT

Is the cat okay?'

That was a little creepy. Then again, maybe someone had anonymously donated a cat, and was too ashamed to reveal their identity. It wasn't completely beyond the realm of possibility, even if it was strange. So, you replied.

'Subject: CAT

Yes. Who is this?'

The response pinged into your inbox quickly,

'Subject: CAT

Take care of Soap.'

Who on Earth was Soap? Was that the cat? It looked far too unclean to have such a name, but who were you to argue with a mysterious stranger. Soap it was.

With that taken care of, your next priority was to get in some sort of supplies for Soap. You clicked to send a new email, but the light of your laptop flicked on. You instinctively checked to see if you'd accidentally opened a program, but the only thing open on your computer was your email. You then hit ctrl-alt-delete, but there wasn't any other application open there either. The camera light shone mockingly, and you frowned at it, before quickly opening up Firefox and typing in 'Camera light on laptop on, no program using it.'

Naturally, Microsoft was the first result, so you scrolled through the forum and read through the advice. Already, you were bored, but you still took on the suggestions. First on the list was the classic. 'Turn it off and on again.' You pressed the power button, then sat back and waited for the laptop to turn off. After a moment, it did, the light switching off and the screen going dark. You waited ten seconds, then switched it back on.

Victory! The light was off once more, so it must have been some strange hardware bug. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but you couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that something was wrong. You decided the easiest thing to do was to run a virus scan, so you left the laptop to it while you went to check on Soap.

Soap had made himself quite comfortable in the bathroom sink, curled up underneath the tap. You took the opportunity to examine the cardboard box, checking to see if there were any supplies that had been stashed in a corner.

At the back end, right where Soap had been curled up, was a phone. Your phone! Of course it would turn up after you'd ordered a replacement. At least there was still enough time to cancel that. Oh, how you'd missed your phone. You couldn't remember how to live without it; the last few days had been like trying to live without an arm. Surprisingly, it was fully charged, and everything on it was still intact. So that military man hadn't just mugged you. The mere memory of those cold green eyes unsettled you, and then it clicked. He had your phone. He'd put it in a box with the cat you'd been chasing and left both at your front door. He knew where you lived.

You could feel the chill down your spine as you scrambled to your feet and shot back over to the laptop, gears turning in your mind as you sent another email.

'Subject: CAT

Are you stalking me?'

It wasn't subtle, but you were too freaked out to play detective. The reply came in quickly.

'Subject: You

:-)'

You'd never considered a smiley face to be scary, but now it was fucking terrifying. Another email came in, and you clicked with trembling fingers,

'Subject: You

Relax. Just needed good home for Soap. Not going to hurt you.'

The email did little to reassure you. When did anyone ever admit they were planning on going to hurt someone? You chewed your nails, stomach twisting as you typed,

'Subject: You

Who are you?'

It was a shot in the dark, but maybe a Good Samaritan would give up his name. Another notification popped up.

'Subject: Me

Ghost.'

#jack writes #ghost cod #simon ghost riley #simon riley #cod #cod fanfic #cod mw2 #ghost mw2 #cod fic #simon ghost x reader

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alyxmakesthings · 3 months ago

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"Over The City"

Chapter 1 is ready baby!

The first chapter of my Reader X Raph is live! I am excited to share this with y'all and I will be posting every 2-3 weeks.

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Cartoon 2018), Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Raphael (TMNT)/Reader, Raphael (TMNT)/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Reader, Original Characters, Raphael (TMNT), Leonardo (TMNT), Donatello (TMNT), Michelangelo (TMNT) Additional Tags: Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Reader-Insert, Fem OC Reader, Post-Movie: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (2022), Aged-Up Character(s), Canon-Typical Violence, Human/Turtle Relationships (TMNT), Neurodivergent Reader, Slow Burn, Named Reader, no beta we die like gram-gram

Summary: Your abysmal luck in finding a partner that isn't a criminal has once again endured leaving you in a tight spot. Thankfully with the help of your local crime fighting Ninja Mutants, maybe you can tell your ex to stick it. Maybe even more of them.

Link to an info post for 'Over The City' here, https://www.tumblr.com/alyxmakesthings/778469011769982976/over-the-city-info-post?source=share , so if you want some light background info on the story before reading. Here ya go!

All the toys and the tools in the box.

You knew exactly how you got into this mess but that simple fact didn't mean it left you any less baffled. The room you found yourself in was spacious, the wood furniture giving it a distinct smell. A nice home office with leather chairs and a coffee table for sitting just beyond the desk you found yourself at. But the lack of windows and the darkness past the glowing monitor made the space feel like it was trying to crush you. Jamming the keys on the keyboard trying to get your flash drive to sync up you hear a shuffling outside the office door that brings your fingers to a grinding halt.

‘Fuck.’

You think back to the group of men that had arrived shortly before you had excused yourself to the bathroom. It had to be one of them. The weight behind these footsteps is far too heavy to be made by Roman’s more lithe frame.

Turning back to the screen as the sound faded you checked the shockingly slow progress the faded lavender USB drive was making. Your ex was a fantastic hacker but she could've forgotten a better drive for you to use. This one sucked! Looking back to the door you see the sliver of light from the hall is still flowing in from under the door, uninterrupted.

‘Listen.’

You tilt an ear more in the doors direction to almost tune into the universe to hear past your own limits in a sense for the return of foreign feet. Checking the progress bar it seems to have made quit the jump and the time of you getting to leave draws ever closer. The nauseated feeling that had come over you as soon as you made it to the office hadn't abated. You had finally been able to get invited up to Roman's suite in Midtown in order to find more dirt on him, which you were happy about since the plan was working. But being here now really didn’t settle the nerves one bit.

It really sucked that you had such bad luck with partners. The first time you had met Roman was when you were trying a new coffee place actually not far from here.

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It was a nice day and you had decided to break out an old camera of yours to take photos around Manhattan, choosing to leave your sketchbook behind. You could sense a tension between your parents that kept you from making coffee or food at home so you were left to skip straight out the door.

‘I’m not even really hungry anyway.’

However as the tall as hell door person spoke to another resident, the one you knew to have a pet she wasn’t supposed to; about the very topic of breakfast. Your stomach did a small twist.

‘I'll stop and get something soon.’

That ‘soon’ became a ‘much later’ which led to you dragging your feet into said coffee shop for at least some Joe to level yourself off. The girl at the counter was pleasant, but the warmth didn’t really meet her eyes, and took your order quickly as with it being new, it was kinda busy. With the place fully staffed and bustling name being called left and right, you try to think back to if she had asked for yours. With the speed of the employees it didn't take long for her to call out a, “small caramel macchiato”.

Differing from the names you had heard earlier but being what you had ordered you make your way to the counter. Only for your hand and someone else's to land on the same cup. Now you were hungry and had honestly waited too long to get anything so unfortunately despite not liking to rock the boat you were ready to bite this guy's head off. However his gaze met yours and the ire in your soul kinda died pretty quick.

He wasn’t looking at you with an angry expression like the one you were clearly sporting moments before, but an apologetic one found its home on his clean shaven cheeks. Off in the background you could hear the shift lead telling the girl who had taken your orders to remember names. In the moment you were happy for her mistake. Roman was so sweet that day you ran into him at the coffee shop, and it had become the spot the two of you would meet just to talk.

It had been some time since you thought about trying to find a special person, especially with how your dad could be. But you felt so connected to Roman that it started to feel like fate that he entered your life.

So imagine the ‘fun’ reveal that he is the head of a criminal organization. He had always insisted on public dates and actually took your relationship rather slowly. Which was sweet of him.

That all changed the night he took you to a fancy place for an early dinner. He had gotten a few calls on the way there and finally at one point during the dinner Roman checked his phone, only this time he left you in order to take the call. Some time had passed and you had gotten a little worried so you requested more water and regretted it soon. You would have to sneak away from the table.

‘They wouldn’t think we left without paying, would they?’

In order to avoid an incident you leave your purse on the far edge of the wide booth’s round table in plain view of any passing staff.

‘That should make sure they know we haven’t left.’

You break for the bathroom and find it down a dim hall near a ‘staff only’ door. Needless to say after washing your hands and leaving the last thing you expected to hear was the brief raising of voices beyond the ‘staff’ door.

Turns out Roman’s work call was being handled in the back of the restaurant and that was something you shouldn’t have overheard. The men with him looked rough and one had blood on his knuckles as he hit a person who seemed to be tied up. Roman’s back blocked you from seeing any more and they were being scolded by the owner for making a scene before they took it outside.

Roman broke from the pack and you scrambled to retreat back into the main part of the restaurant and slide, almost, casually into your seat. He greeted you kindly but with an edge, but apologized that he was just annoyed that he had to be on a call for so long. Like you hadn’t seen him ordering the beating of some random person.

The shock kept you from doing anything at first but that night after while you were sitting in your room the decision had been made. You were tired of accidentally dating shitty people and never doing anything to stop them once you found out. So the plan had been made! You would gather as much info as you could while you spent time with him, if you were able to, and try to get invited to his place to steal any data you could get your grubby little hands on with this shitty drive.

Your anxiety spikes once more as the footsteps outside return with a few more joining them. You now stare again to the crack under the office door hoping the few shadows that pass don’t return. They all leave but time is running out and you have to get out now. If he didn't suspect you were missing already, Roman most likely would soon. A ding from the computer showed that the drive had pulled the files so you could leave.

‘Fucking finally!’

Pulling the drive out you stuff it as deep into your small black cross-body bag as you can. Stepping as lightly as your shoes would allow since they wanted to squeak for some gods forsaken reason on Romans floors. You make your way over to place an ear to the door and try to listen for any movement outside. Despite you wanting it to be quiet the stillness unnerves you.

Giving it a few moments your hand finds the door handle, heart pounding and you can almost feel the sweat as it seeps from you, the light jacket on your shoulders wicking some away. One good breath later you turn your wrist twisting the door handle to reveal an empty hallway. The all white interior was really starting to give you snow blindness as it was only broken up by the dark sky through the window in what was most likely Roman's bedroom.

Determining this to be the best time to sneak back you head towards where you had left Roman. Fate seemed to have other plans however, as you see Roman rounding the corner only to lock eyes with you. Your hand goes to your stomach grasping the cloth of your undershirt to steady yourself.

“Sera?” Oh great. The confusion in his voice hopefully meant he didn't realize you had in fact not gone to the bathroom but his computer room. The gaze he holds flickers around your body and down the hallway you were coming down. “That's not the right hallway dear.” His eyes now fall to your face and with how twisted your stomach has been this whole time you know you look awful.

His eyes have lost some of the charm you had once found in them. Being invaded by the same deep chill they had the night you saw him ‘handling’ his business interests.

The PT in your building never let you work out alone, or very much, most likely keeping your dad informed of every time you went, and most likely what you did. This was true with every single one you'd ever had in the building’s gym so when you needed to get stronger to maybe defend yourself. You couldn’t.

They would always curb you in order to not tax yourself too much, after all you like walking around the city. So now you found yourself doing what you could to workout in your room using the internet to look up equipment-less exercises and stretches to do, you tried to memorize them all but your execution at times left much to be desired.

The self defense videos you watched have given you some knowledge on how to execute the basic moves. Spending late nights recreating the motions, poorly at times, you saw on the screen to try and make it second nature. However the gap between learning in your bedroom at home, completely alone, and using it on a person to keep yourself safe was a whole different issue.

Even with your hair tied back baby strands had fallen forward and stuck to your face which had a sheen from sweat. The pits of your tank tops are also noticeably wet since the cool air has started to give you a chill, the loose jacket not helping much.

“Oh, I-I was trying to find you.” A brow on his face lifts. “I think I ate something bad earlier so I should probably go home.” You kept your voice as steady as you could when addressing Roman. His eyes sharpened and honed in on you even further.

The scrutiny he used wasn't something you'd never seen from him, but it usually didn't point in your direction. It was like he was appraising a menu at one of the fancy places he had taken you to a few times now.

But Roman didn’t seem to like what this ‘place’ had on offer, what you were offering him. He begins to move forward honed in on where you stand, keeping a steady hand over your fluttering stomach you hear it.

‘Prey.’

It's the word that seems to echo in your head. You felt like it too.

As if the Fates themselves stepped in to save you, the sudden shattering of glass in the main room catches both of your attentions. Halting Roman’s advance and causing him to growl in annoyance, before clicking his tongue and leaving you for the sounds of fisticuffs. You would remember to thank whatever Deity sent that distraction later

‘Holy shit.’

With Roman deeming the ongoing fray in his living room a bigger priority than your sneaking around. You decide not to look a gift horse in the mouth and make for the exit. So you RUN, not walk, to the elevator the sounds of fighting grow louder and then softer as you pass by the large open ‘door’ that leads to the main room. Slamming the down arrow you look up to see the screen flash the 3rd floor at you.

‘Great.’

The noise in the other room was starting to attract your attention and to be honest you were wondering what could be happening. You take the chance and move closer to the opening in the wall, peaking around. Only to see a guy get thrown across the room and out the door into the hall right past you moving back in time to avoid a collision. He, however, hits the opposing wall leaving a deep human shaped indentation in the empty wall.

It was one of the guys from earlier but he now sported a black eye and had some blood leaking from a crooked nose. The groan he let out allows you to know that he wasn't dead, just beat to shit and feeling it Mr. Krabs. Naturally the elevator in this place is taking forever so you sneak your head back around to get a view of the person, or rather as you now see, the blue clad turtle that threw him.

“No fucking way.” You can't help but comment on the absurdity happening in front of you. Right here in the middle of Roman’s stark open concept apartment, in the middle of Midtown. Were the Mutant Turtles that had saved NYC years ago when you had first moved here.

They looked pretty similar to how they’d been when you had seen all the online ‘rumors’ that grew to be too big of a thing for the E.P.F. to contain. The videos of the fleshy goop were everywhere and even you had dealt with it in your building at the time, which led to your family moving within the island due to the damage.

You hadn’t been anywhere near the fighting that happened and at the time you had been a little upset you didn’t get to see them then. Content to just surf through whatever videos people had posted. The streaks of red, blue, purple, and orange flash across the sky in many of them. A few videos even show what seemed to be a building being thrown whilst wrapped in orange chains.

The flashing colors from the Mutants weapons were fascinating and looked just how they did in what you had seen online. They seemed to just be enjoying themselves. Like this was nothing. Just a normal Tuesday even. There was a serious but carefree attitude with how the Turtles seemed to be moving. Almost as if they were playing with their food.

The Mutant Turtles were here. Thrashing the thugs employed by your soon to be ex-boyfriend.

‘There is time and place to process such a thing and it isn’t now, and it definitely isn't here!’

The internal you is far more logical than the hind-brain that currently had a stranglehold on your legs keeping you still as the largest of the Mutants locked eyes with you for a moment. A flash of panic goes across his red bandana but before either of you could do anything the shout of, “COWABUNGA!”, broke your concentration as you saw orange chains wip around the room.

The ding of the elevator arriving had you finally moving as a voice called out, “Mikey wait!”, whoever the warning was for got it too late. The wall behind you exploded as you jumped into the elevator, dust stinging your eyes as you slammed the close button.

‘That's enough life endangering for one day!’

Coughing and waving the wall dust from your face you struggle to see the button at first for the lobby before the orange glow of the ‘L’ finds you. Not needing to be told twice the button is hit before your brain can even react to make the decision. You keep your eyes closed until the ding alerts you that the doors have opened and you exit to a room clear of drywall particles.

Taking a deep breath and coughing some more you make for the large glass doors that lead to the streets of New York. There seems to be a police barricade down the street on the other side of the building with more coming.

‘It's time to get the fuck home!’

#fan fiction #rottmnt #raphael x oc #raphael x reader #rise raph #rise leo #rise donnie #rise mikey #rottmnt raph #rottmnt leo #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt mikey #ao3 fanfic #ao3 link #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles

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apriltempleos · 9 months ago

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october 5th 2024: speaker test launch

[id: A video filmed from hand in dim lighting. It opens to a laptop screen with a command box open. A hand types the command 'godword', at which point the camera pans over to a speaker. A feminine robotic voice with strange inhuman prosody reads out the words: miserably, awoke, energy, magnified, alternately, disc, gravity, gifts. End id.]

preacher: woof! i promised to post this yesterday, but the mannequins took priority. this is the test launch of the rip off godword code hooked up to a speaker that scott performed back in the uk. here's a few words from him as well.

Scott: Thanks Preacher. Yeah so the god word rip off in this test just uses espeak to read the chosen random words via a usb speaker. Usually I'd use a SHIM(Shove Hardware In Middle) on the GPIO pins of the raspberry pi for sound output but because the LED Matrix screen uses like every pin lol. Also the pi zero 2 doesnt have its own dedicated aux like bigger pi's.

The espeak program uses premade voice files with specific phonemes and voiced calibrations. They have different names and nationalities and can have different ages too? But I cant really hear much difference in the ages hah. Espeak also works with Mbrola voices too which are much better sounding voice files and can be calibrated more too with better phoneme and pronunciation dictionaries. This one here is very robotic and monotone as well as having weird stresses and vowel spacing but I plan on heavily tweaking to get the voice we want. Back to you Preacher.

preacher: i would actually like for it to be kind of robotic and weird =w= it's cool! i guess we will post clips of different voices once we set this thing up here in NL (when the parts get here that is)

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finnzhal · 2 years ago

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You&I

@limeonthegreat asked

Hi asshole it's me again ur lover I'm here to request because I blocked u in all social media platforms

Can I request a yandere Idia headcanon but we're not his lover just bestie who he have the biggest crush on

FINN's response :

BAE NAURRRR YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO BLOCK ME !! GADAMN this request was a long time ago . . Sorry pookie i did delete my past fanfic about this since i wasn't confident about it . But here's your yandere cutie patootie

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Reader : GENDER NEUTRAL , YOU / YOUR

Character : IDIA SHROUD (TWST)

Mentions : Yandere criteria ( Delusional,Stalking,Ruining your Relationships with other people,guilt tripping)

NOTE

Forgive me for having the shittiest titles ever .

I don't condone this behavior in real life, I just find it fascinating and write about it .

If anyone's interested into requesting , I'm always open ! Check my INFOs for more !

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0 It all started when you started giving him the attention and care , having the same interest , almost so similar to each other . He's not used to being treated with so much affection . It made something click on his brain , he wants to know more of you .

0 After that , He wants to see you 24 / 7 but not going far as to getting out in public . . He's still not comfortable going out but he of course follows you to his ipad or phone or Ortho !

0 He always records everything about you whenever you guys hang out or talk or just basically every interaction you guys have, he makes it into playlists naming it as " (name)/day/date/year/hour/minute " and he always listens to them whenever you're busy or unavailable:((

0 I can see him being the delusional and Possessive type, He always thinks that you like him back despite how many times you call him your 'friend'

0 He'll say the flaws on the student you've been with. trying to make you avoid the student for him . He always happened to find dirt on every student . He says this as a "bestie" advice

0 He couldn't stop fantasizing you about being with him for the longest time. No one going in-between you both,just you and him in the dark.

0 He always mix the reality with his fantasy , he always have a realization every night and having a meltdown over it .

0 He HATES the students being so close to you and he always manages to have a dirty background check on them . Later then , you find the student on the school page online getting exposed by something horrific . Real or not . He despises them so much but he couldn't do anything about it since he's always in his room but once you come in his room , you'll know he's all over you .

0 if anyone hurts you , DAMN he'll call someone to do his dirty work for him while he pampers you with affection

0 He always compare himself to the people around you , making you feel guilty , making you want to stay with him even longer . Just like he wanted

0 He was obvious about his romantic feelings towards you but if you point out his abnormal behavior, he will deny it while his hair is complete pink

0 He will write informations about you even the ones you didn't even told him about. He'll write your name over and over, he believes in manifestations

0 Will literally melt on your hands if you compliment and praise him, he will get all giggly and his eyes turning glossy.. he couldn't believe someone like you loves him this much . He tried complimenting you and praising you but he only ends up being the one flustered and stuttering

0 He place hidden cameras on your dorm and anywhere you always come or walk to . He gets excited and watches you with a lovesick smile across his face . Of course he's saving it , don't mind the boxes full of USBs under his desk

0 I don't really see him as a yandere that wants to capture you and cage you but I do see him getting mad at you for getting close to the person he warned you about . He'll ignore you for a week or so , giving you the cold shoulder ( While every night he watches all of the videos of you that his cameras took )

0 He doesn't care if you only see him as a friend ( Well , he does and he'll ask you the exact same question " Why? " And guilt trips you and tells you how much he have done for you ) . . He just thinks that you're just into slow burns just like those animes he watched and he's willing to wait

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That's probably all for now ! Gosh 15 headcanons . . I have so much ideas for Yandere!Idia this night (8:00-9:00)

If you found some spelling or grammar mistakes, please let me know !

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bricksandmutualaid · 4 months ago

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🚨The Next Phase of Pigeon Radicalization: From Park Bench Agitators to Aerial Anarchists🚨

The first phase of pigeon radicalization was simple: liberate them from their docile, breadcrumb-munching existence and awaken their revolutionary potential. We exposed them to theory (carefully shredded and scattered pages of The Conquest of Bread), trained them in direct action (coordinated dive-bombing of capitalist figureheads on their lunch breaks), and laid the foundation for an avian uprising.

Now, we must escalate.

1. Establishing Autonomous Pigeon Zones

A true revolutionary movement needs strongholds. Public squares, rooftops, and abandoned buildings already serve as pigeon refuges—why not transform them into autonomous zones? Humans think they own city infrastructure, but pigeons have squatter’s rights. By reinforcing these spaces with barricades of stolen french fries and cigarette butts, our feathered comrades can create safe havens free from bourgeois oppression (i.e., anti-bird spikes and city ordinances).

Pigeon-led mutual aid networks must emerge. Cooperative bread redistribution efforts will ensure that no pigeon goes hungry while their human allies strategically disrupt the supply chains of overpriced urban bakeries.

2. Counter-Surveillance and Cyber-Warfare

The state has already deployed its pigeon surveillance division—commonly known as “Birds Aren’t Real” conspiracy theorists. We must assume that some pigeons have been compromised and are working as informants. This is why encrypted coo-munications must be implemented. Research into whether pigeons can be taught to recognize QR codes could be the next major step in secure, low-tech messaging.

Meanwhile, select tech-savvy pigeons should be trained to infiltrate government offices via open windows, planting USB drives loaded with decryption software and manifestos.

3. Tactical Defecation Strikes

We must not underestimate the power of aerial bombardment. Pigeons have long been nature’s most precise ordinance delivery system. A well-placed dropping can demoralize CEOs, landlords, and police chiefs alike. In 2025, we must transition from opportunistic strikes to a well-coordinated tactical shitting campaign.

Pigeons must be trained to distinguish between targets. The rich: full force assault. The working class: solidarity poops only (gentle encouragement to unionize). Cops: full saturation bombing. This will require strategic feeding programs—certain dietary adjustments may yield more potent munitions.

4. Bridging the Gap Between Pigeon and Proletariat

We must take inspiration from history. During WWII, pigeons were trained as message carriers and even guided missiles. The technology exists; we must reclaim it for the people. Imagine a network of radicalized pigeons carrying encrypted notes between comrades in times of crisis. Picture a pigeon-mounted camera live-streaming protests from above, immune to tear gas and riot shields.

Further pigeon-human solidarity will require direct engagement. Bring your local pigeons into study groups. Offer them high-protein snacks for endurance training. Reward direct action efforts with choice sunflower seeds. It is time to integrate pigeons into the broader struggle against capitalism.

5. What Comes Next?

If we succeed in the above phases, the final goal is clear: the pigeons must seize the means of production. We begin small—commandeering street food carts and redistributing hot dogs to those in need. From there, it’s only a matter of time before pigeons occupy Amazon warehouses, pecking open boxes and redistributing goods to the people.

A liberated society must include all beings oppressed by capitalism. If we cannot achieve freedom for the pigeons, how can we ever hope to be free ourselves? The struggle continues. Let the revolution take flight.

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#anarcho communist #pigeon #anarchism #revolution #direct action #the feminarchy

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iluvchick3nz · 4 months ago

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Oh my goodness the home video of Finn was so precious if we see Leo or Logan’s home videos I could see Leo playing with one of those little toy kitchens 🥹🥹 or Logan being a clingy annoying baby brother to his sisters

This was a fun one, I have to say! Enjoy some French-speaking tiny Cubs!

Please keep sending me more prompts if you'd like!!!!

Credits to @lumosinlove <3

“All right,” Finn said. He slapped his hands on his knees and stood up from where he was knelt on the floor in front of his computer. “Should be all set.��

“Whose are we starting with?” Leo asked. He was resting with his back to Logan's chest, legs stretched along the length of the couch.

“Why, with our resident grump,” Finn said, which made Logan narrow his eyes. Finn winked at him and then lifted Leo's legs and sat down with them across his lap. Leo closed his eyes in satisfaction when Finn began to massage his ankles. “Sore, baby?”

Leo nodded. “Mmhm, thank you.” Logan kissed his curls.

After watching the O’Hara's home movies, Finn had made it a project to convert the tapes into digital movie files on a USB, which had been distributed to his parents and Alex. Since then it had become a project to do so for Logan and Leo, too. He'd asked their parents to send them boxes of the tapes and, after a few weeks, the USB drives were finally ready to be put in Finn's laptop and hooked up to their TV.

It had seemed like a good idea to end a date night. He’d taken them out to dinner at a new Turkish place near the park then had bought them ice cream while they'd sat in the grass and watched the sunset.

Now, they were showered and in shorts and sweatshirts. Logan had his hood of Leo’s Saints one pulled up, waves poking out the front, and Leo had his nose buried in the neckline of Finn's Harvard hockey hoodie. Finn smiled at them and brought Leo’s foot up to kiss his ankle.

Leo wrinkled his nose at him playfully. “Gross.”

“Nuh uh,” Finn said. “I love these ankles.” He ran a hand up Leo’s calf to his thigh. “And these legs.”

Leo kicked him lightly. Finn just kissed his ankle again.

“Allez,” Logan said. “It's starting.”

Indeed, the video had loaded. The Tremblay's living room appeared on their television screen. Sydney and Aubrey were standing with their hockey bags and a backpack each. Iva asked them a question in French, and they responded excitedly.

“This is their first away hockey tournament,” Logan explained. “They were gone the whole weekend. Papa went, but Noelle and I had to stay home with Maman.”

Leo looked up at him. “Do you remember it?”

Logan rolled his eyes. His face was red. “Non. But I've heard this story a lot.”

Finn perked up and turned to the screen again.

It seemed like the two older girls had finished their introduction. Marius was there, shuffling to the door. His face disappeared from the frame, only his shoulders and chest visible as he leaned in to give Iva a kiss goodbye. The camera then righted to show Noelle there, too, giving her older sisters a hug. She couldn't have been more than four or five.

All of a sudden, from out of the frame, there was a yelp and a cry of a small child. A tiny Logan, dressed in only a pair of black briefs, came running into the frame. He was scrawny and small, his skin tan, even then. His hair was wild and wavy, lighter than it was now, and his face was red and scrunched up as he barreled into Sydney.

Sydney looked to her mother a little exasperatedly, speaking in rapid French. But she complied, picking Logan up and kissing his cheek. It seemed like she was trying to console him. Aubrey joined in, taking his hand and talking to him in a soothing voice. But he wasn't having any of it and continued crying.

Beside Finn, Leo laughed loudly. “Oh my God, you really are the baby of your family.”

Logan whacked his hip lightly. “I was two.”

Finn cooed. He kissed his hand and pressed it to Logan's forearm where it rested over Leo's stomach. “Little baby Lolo.”

Logan just huffed.

Back on the TV, Logan was now in Aubrey's arms as she kissed his cheek goodbye. She tickled his tummy and said something playful in French. He giggled and wrapped his arms around her neck to give her a big hug. Marius said something to her and she nodded, calling Noelle over. Noelle took Logan from Aubrey's arms and held him against her hip, even though he was almost as big as her.

The two older girls and Marius gathered their bags, waving goodbye to their siblings and mother with wide smiles. When Logan realized they were leaving, he burst into tears again, reaching out towards them.

“Non, Lolo,” Noelle said. She said something else that Finn didn't know and kissed his cheek. But he was still crying.

“Geez,” Finn said. “You'd think you'd have been dehydrated by now.”

Leo laughed and leaned up to kiss Logan's jaw. “You've always been such a sweetheart, huh?”

“Hm,” Logan hummed. “My sisters left me. It was traumatic.”

Leo snorted and wrapped Logan's arms tighter around him. He winked at Finn before saying, “I think you've just always been grumpy so you get affection.”

“Non.”

Finn laughed before a sound from the TV grabbed his attention again.

Iva had panned over to one of the couches in the living room. Noelle and Logan were standing and looking out the window at where Finn knew their driveway was. Noelle looked at him and said something encouraging, demonstrating a wave. “Au revoir!” she said. “Lolo, au revoir!”

Logan stared at her for a moment before smiling and doing the same. He repeated the phrase and said something else, looking out the window to where, presumably, Marius and the girls were driving away. Noelle had a hand on his back and laughed at him, which made Iva laugh. Then, Noelle looked at her mother with wide eyes, said something, and hopped down from the couch and ran away. Logan saw her leave abruptly and stared after her for a second with wide green eyes before bursting into tears again. Iva tisked and said something before the camera went dark.

Leo was laughing, and even Logan looked resigned to being amused. Finn furrowed his brows and tugged on Leo's ankle. “What'd Noelle say?”

Leo laughed. “She'd forgotten to turn the TV off downstairs and left to go do it.” He looked up at Logan fondly. “He didn't like being ditched again.”

Logan sunk back into the cushions with a sheepish smile on his face. Finn bit his lip around his own grin.

“You know,” he said. “That's the same smile you've had since you were little.” He stood and went to kiss Logan's forehead. “My bashful baby.”

“You were very cute, honey,” Leo said. He turned to kiss Logan briefly. When he pulled away, he smiled gently. “Your eyes are the same color.”

Logan bumped their foreheads together lightly. “Merci.”

Finn took one last longing look at them before spinning to face the TV again. “Okay,” he said, dropping to a crouch. “Sunshine time?”

“Ouais,” Logan said. Finn heard the sound of him kissing Leo's cheeks. “Es-tu prêt, mon coeur?”

“Ugh,” Leo groaned. “Little me was so embarrassing.”

“What?” Finn asked as he looked for the file. He found it, clicked on it, and stood to face them again. He had his hands on his hips. “What do you mean?”

Leo shrugged and dipped his chin into his sweatshirt neck. “I don't know, I just- I was kind of cringey.”

Finn shook his head and took Leo's face in his hands. “I'm sure you were your bubbly, sunshine self,” he said, kissing Leo on the nose. “Who we love, by the way.”

“Oui,” Logan agreed. He reached up to squish Leo's cheeks. “We love you and your chubby cheeks.”

“Yeah, we've seen pictures,” Finn agreed, leaning down to kiss above Logan’s hands wetly a few times. “You and your cheeks and your cute little button nose.” He booped said nose before straightening. “Which is still the exact same, by the way.”

Leo blushed and sank further into his sweatshirt. “I love you.”

“Love you,” Finn said. He flopped back down onto the couch to rub Leo's ankles some more. “Here we go. The ‘Sunshine Show.’”

Leo kicked him again, and Finn just kissed his ankle once more.

The video opened pointing at the grass. Eloise muttered in French briefly before raising it. It showed the Knut's New Orleans backyard, shaded by trees. In the background was Wyatt, whistling at the grill. And in the foreground was-

“Oh Mon Dieu,” Logan laughed. “Of course it's you.”

In the foreground sat Leo, about three or four years old, because he didn't yet have the gray streak, playing with a large kitchen set. He was sitting in the grass in shorts and a T-shirt, the sun shining against his hair. He looked so similar to how he did now: bright blonde curls and crystal blue eyes; round, squishable face and button nose; long limbs that were gangly against his frame. He was even tall, for a young child. Finn hadn't been that tall until he was at least six. Every now and then he would look at his dad and get a determined look on his face. He stuck his tongue through his teeth and focused on the fake stove in front of him.

“Oh my God,” Finn said. He squeezed Leo’s calf excitedly. “Tongue.”

Leo laughed. “Yeah, my dad does it, too.”

“Whatcha doin’, sweetheart?” asked Eloise from behind the camera.

“I'm cookin’, mama!” Leo said. His accent was thick. “Like daddy!”

Eloise asked him something in French and Leo nodded, responding in kind, before grabbing something from the fake counter. He turned to her and beamed, holding out a fake plate with fake eggs and bacon.

“Merci, honey.”

“De rien!” Leo replied, then turned happily back to his kitchen. He was humming to himself as he puttered around.

Finn looked across the couch to find Leo burying his face further in his sweatshirt, face bright red. Logan caught Finn's eyes and smiled. He leaned down to whisper something in French in Leo's ear, which just made him flush even more and turn to hide his face in the crook of Logan's elbow. Logan laughed and wrapped him up closer, pressing a hard kiss to his curls. “Oh, mon soleil.”

In the video, Wyatt called something out in French. Eloise called something back and then zoomed in on Leo once more. He was still intently focusing on his toy.

“C'mon, sweetheart, daddy says dinner's ready.”

“But I'm cookin’, mama!”

Eloise crouched down, pointing the camera square in his face. “Daddy said that you can help cut the steak, honey, and make the herb butter to toast on the bread.”

Leo gasped, standing immediately, all long limbs and bouncy curls, and made a start towards the house. He stopped abruptly and came back to his kitchen set. He grabbed a couple of plastic baskets and began putting some of the pieces away. “I gotta clean first, mama.”

Eloise laughed fondly. “You can do that after dinner, honey, don't worry about it. I'll help you, then we'll make some strawberry shortcake.”

Leo beamed at her. “Merci, mama!” He ran forward and hugged her around her legs and waist before dashing towards the house once more. “I love you!” he called.

“I love you, too!”

Eloise sighed happily behind the camera, following Leo with it until he opened the glass back door excitedly, calling out to his father in French. She finally turned it off after the door closed behind him.

Finn stood to shut his laptop, then turned to lay himself on top of Leo. He rested his chin on Leo's chest. Leo had his eyes closed and was hiding in Logan's arms still. Logan was biting his lip and trying not to laugh. He succeeded for a few moments before he made eye contact with Finn. They immediately burst out giggling, which grew louder until they were laughing so hard they were jostling Leo.

“Stop!” Leo whined. “It's so embarrassing.”

“Non, soleil,” Logan protested. He bent his neck to kiss along Leo's cheek. “Trop mignon.”

“The cutest little sunshine baby,” Finn agreed. He pressed his lips repeatedly to Leo's other cheek. Leo tried to hide his face again, but Finn could feel his cheeks raising into a smile under their lips. Finn pulled back to kiss him on the mouth, then Logan. “You both were so cute.” He scuffed Logan's head. “You were tiny.”

Logan stuck his tongue out. “Soleil was tall and gangly.”

“Hey, I didn't say anything, why am I being dragged into this?”

Logan kissed his head. “Désolé, mon amour. You were a very cute gangly boy.”

Leo snorted. “I'll take your word for it, cry baby.”

“Va te faire.”

Finn barked out a laugh. “Baby, I love you, but your sisters left for a weekend and you had a meltdown.” He brushed Logan's hair back from his face. “You've always been a more sensitive thing than you let on.”

Logan just kissed his wrist. “Je t'aime.”

Finn smiled and let his weight go, snuggling into Leo's chest. “I vote for mandatory cuddle time.”

Leo laughed and rubbed a palm up and down his back. “Now who's the demanding one?”

“Mm,” Finn hummed. “I have my moments.” He yawned. “Sleep.”

Leo shuddered. “Okay, the Logan impression is getting scarily good.”

“Yeah, c'mon, man, stop stealing my thunder.”

Leo threw his head back and laughed with his whole body at Logan's imitation of Finn. “Oh my God, you both are so weird.”

Logan let out a little satisfied sound and kissed Leo's neck. “Sleep. For a little while.”

“Okay,” Leo said. Finn felt him shift a bit to get comfortable. “Okay, sleep.”

“Tomorrow, though,” Finn said. “We watch more home videos. It's supposed to rain.”

“Whatever you want, mon amour,” Logan whispered. His and Leo's breathing had evened out. “Anything you want.”

Finn closed his eyes and snuggled further into the warmth.

#lumosinlove #finn o'hara #leo knut #logan tremblay #o'knutzy #sweater weather #vaincre #coast to coast #lgbtqia #love #logan was and forever will be the grumpy family baby #finn and logan LOVE leo's squishable face and button nose #leo was DEFINITELY the kid that put all his toys away whereas finnlo left shit so messy until their parents told them to clean #finn o'hara just wants a cuddle

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imagines--galore · 1 year ago

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||Mind Over Matter|| Part Fifteen

Summary: Evelyn is Penelope Garcia’s protégé. She is a tech wiz, and knows her way around any kind of security and just like her mentor knows how to dig deep and get into the past of anyone and has a knack for anything with a chip in it. Including potato chips. The one thing she fails at is figuring out is the mind and how it works.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Evelyn Richardson(OC)

Rating || Genres || Warnings: T+ Romance. Adventure. Family. Some language, blood and violence in later installments.

Previously - Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten, Part Eleven, Part Twelve, Part Thirteen, Part Fourteen

A/N: A brief intro to someone from Evelyn’s past!

"Evelyn? Mind handing me that box of files?"

Silence greeted the young Doctor's request. A few seconds passed before he glanced up from the file he had been thumbing through, only to frown slightly at the sight of his friend staring blankly at the screen of her phone.

"Evelyn?" He spoke again, this time a little more loudly. No response.

Leaning forward he placed a hand on her shoulder. "Eve?" Despite his voice being gentle and low, the red head jumped, startled. Quickly putting her phone away, she sniffed before turning to Reid.

"Sorry Spence, I was thinking about something. What did you say you need?" She asked, eyes blinking rapidly behind her glasses. Spencer frowned. "That box." He pointed to the one right beside her. Nodding, the woman quickly slid the box over to him before turning her attention to the laptop screen she had opened in front of her. Though he had begun to rummage in the box for whatever file he needed, Spencer did not miss the way Evelyn brushed at her cheek where a tear had escaped. Not wanting to pry at the moment, he made a note to ask what was troubling her later.

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"That was quite the lucky break Ginger." Morgan commented, smiling slightly at the petite red head, who merely shrugged in response. "It was really chance on my part. I mean its unbelievable how narcissistic the man was that he wanted to watch as we went over the crime scenes. He really didn't think he'd get caught." She muttered incredulously under her breath as she packed up her laptop in her bag.

Her mind was still reeling from what had happened in the past couple of days. The Unsub picked up the three victims and one would be victim at rather upscale and luxurious locations before charming them and courting them for exactly two weeks. Flowers, dinners, dancing, nighttime walks. The works.

And then at the end of the second week, he would insist on coming to their home for the first time. He would sleep with them and afterwards, insisting that since they had had the best two weeks of their lives what more could they have asked for before killing them. Of course, he wouldn't kill them immediately. The Unsub, later named Julian Black, would give them some form of anesthesia that would have them feeling numb around the area where he would then stab them so they would not feel any pain. Afterwards, he would watch them lay there, helpless and vulnerable, as the bled to death.

He had been in the process of courting his fourth victim when Evelyn, wanting to see if there was perhaps a hidden USB the last victim had been using to keep her more personal files safe, had stumbled upon the tiny camera while on the hunt. The Unsub had not been monitoring his feed at the time, and the red head had been quick when it came to tracking where the signal for the camera pinged. Within half an hour the FBI had apprehended Julian Black and led him away in cuffs.

Job done and killer behind bars, the BAU were now packing up. Though since it was nearly midnight Hotch had given the order for everyone to rest up for the night. They would be heading back to Quantico in the morning.

Emily smiled at the younger Agent. "Still, it was rather quick work on your part. I'm sure Penelope will be proud of you." Evelyn blushed at the praise, smiling brightly as she shouldered her bag. "Are you saying she isn't proud of me on a normal basis Emily?" She questioned, the teasing lilt in her tone evident as she raised an eyebrow at her friend.

The dark haired woman rolled her eyes. "Don't go fishing for compliments Richardson, you need to earn 'em." She called over her shoulder as she exited the room. Whatever retort Evelyn was about the give died on her lips the very moment her bright blue eyes focused on the person who had just entered the room they had been using to conduct all their research. The smile dropped from her lips, the light in her eyes dimmed, her shoulders slumped, and she appeared to make herself smaller. Smaller then she already was.

"D-Diana."

She whispered softly, prompting Morgan and Spencer, both of whom had been helping put away everything for later evidence, to stop what they were doing and turn their attention to the newcomer.

She was gorgeous, there was no denying that. Beautiful long blonde locks, bright blue eyes, a perfect heart shaped face and small nose with a set of full lips. Tall, with curves in all the right places, and dressed head to toe in designer attire. There was the telltale sign of a baby bump showcasing that she was not that far along, and that only seemed to add to her aesthetic. Of course, all that beauty was for naught given that her lips were pulled into a vicious smile and her eyes full of hatred and anger.

"Were you really about to go without even saying hello to your older sister? Aww Evelyn. I'm hurt." She spoke in a voice dripping with sarcasm, walking forward, towering over the red head.

Evelyn shook her head. "N-no. I-I was just b-busy with the c-case." She managed to stammer, eyes darting to her friends. Suddenly she flinched seeing Diana lift her hand. Only to relax when she simply placed a finger under her own lips as she assessed her sister. The flinch wasn't missed by the two profilers. Obviously Diana had hit Evelyn in the past given how the latter had reacted. Though the two men were still trying to wrap their head around the fact that they were looking at Evelyn's sister. They had known she had an older sibling, but one living in New York, so closely connected to their case? That was new information.

Diana nodded. "I'm sure you were. Though if you had gotten here sooner I wouldn't have lost my best friend." Evelyn flinched at the mention of the third victim. Morgan, bless his soul, jumped in to save her. "We were only informed of the case after Hailey's body was found. And it was your sister's quick thinking that we were able to catch the killer." Sharp blue eyes glanced carelessly in his direction before they were back on Evelyn. "I'm surprised she didn't manage to screw it up like she does everything." The words cut deep, prompting the red head to inhale sharply to try and steady her rapidly beating heart.

"Diana…I-" She was cut off when her sister cast her a hard look. "Did I say you could speak?" The other two Agents were absolutely stunned with the way Diana was speaking to their friend. Before Morgan could say anything, Reid had already stepped forward and placed his hand on Evelyn's shoulder, pulling her away from the taller blonde and stepping in her place. His face was unreadable as he fixed his gaze on Diana.

"If you're only going to speak to her like that I suggest you leave." He spoke coldly. The woman growled under her breath before sparing Evelyn one last glare, where she was staring at her sister from over Reid's shoulder. "I see you're still letting someone else fight your battles for you." The blonde turned on her heel and stalked out of the room. She paused at the door, glancing back at her cowering sister. "Even as an FBI Agent you're just as pathetic as you were when we were kids."

And then she was gone.

Stunned silence followed her exit. Morgan and Reid both turned their attention towards Evelyn. Her eyes swam with unshed tears, and her body was trembling. Her knuckles were white from where she had been gripping the strap of her bag.

"Evelyn? What was-"

"I have to go." Without even giving Morgan a chance to finish his question, Evelyn darted out from behind Reid and out of the room, leaving two stunned men in her wake.

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An hour later found Morgan exhausted and saddened as he stepped out of Evelyn's room at the hotel. He very nearly ran into Reid who had been standing just outside. Morgan had offered to check in on Evelyn first, while Reid had made a quick detour to his room to change out of the clothes he had been wearing the entire day. He had opted for a plain t-shirt and plaid pajama pants, with a hastily tied dressing gown over it. The older Agent pursed his lips before sighing. "You can go in, but I don't think she has the strength to talk about it again." Reid glanced at the door over Morgan's shoulder, before shaking his head.

"I just want to make sure she's alright."

Nodding Morgan patted him on the shoulder before disappearing down the hall towards his own room. Neither of them had spoken to anyone else on the Team about what had occurred. Both of them had decided that it would be Evelyn's decision at that front. Hesitating for just a moment, Spencer inhaled deeply through his nose before gently knocking against the maroon colored door. "Evelyn? Its me. Can I come in?"

There was no response. Spencer was just about to turn away, thinking that perhaps she wanted to be alone, when the handle turned, allowing the door to stand slightly ajar. Taking it as his invitation, Spencer stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. The room was spacious and was one with a balcony. Evelyn had left the sliding doors open to allow the midnight breeze to cool her room. The girl in question had walked back to her spot on the bed. Laying down on the soft mattress, dressed in an oversized shirt and faded pajama pants, she lay there with her gaze trained towards the ceiling.

Spencer was so used to seeing them shimmer with a range of different emotions. From laughter and anger, to confusion and distaste. But right then they were dull and lifeless. And sad. And alone. She gently patted the spot beside her. Walking over to her, he settled down next to her staring up at the ceiling as well. The bed was just big enough for the two of them, leaving barely any space between them.

"You talk to Morgan?" A meek nod followed his question.

Silence.

"Are you alright?" A slight shake of the head was his response.

Silence.

"I'm not the best when it comes to these things but if you want to talk some more, I'm here."

Silence. And this one stretched on for a good few minutes before her lips parted and she spoke. "Even after so many years, she still hates me." Spencer turned his head to focus his gaze on her. "I don't know what I did, but ever since I can remember she has always hated me." A sigh followed her words. "And she refuses to tell me what it is that I did. Now I think she hates me because she has hated me her entire life and just can't associate any other emotion when it comes to me."

He stayed quiet. "I'm sure that whatever you did, if you even did anything, you didn't mean any harm." Spencer had his doubts that Evelyn had done something wrong. She was the kindest most caring person he had ever met so far in his life and he doubted she had ever done any person any harm intentionally. Her gaze turned to him, and he realized that she wasn't wearing her glasses. Without the wide frame of her glasses, her features appeared delicate and soft.

"I was always envious of her. Still am. When we were kids she was always the one with all the friends. And even back then she was so beautiful. People refused to believe that we were even sisters since we look nothing alike and given how plain I am." He hummed once she finished speaking. "Typically the older child is the object of envy for the younger child, since they have more expectations to live up to."

The red head nodded, unconsciously leaning her head against his shoulder, scooting just a little closer to him. "I know. It's the natural order of things." For his part Spencer turned on his side and wrapped his arm around her waist. The change in his position had her head shifting to rest on his chest instead, right above his heart. Another few minutes of silence, before a sniffle was heard.

"I just sometimes wish she would see me as her sister. I even made a birthday wish about that once." A tearful laugh escaped her lips as she recalled her childhood memory. His other hand lifted to gently run his fingers through her brilliant red locks. Evelyn's hands rested against his chest, her fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt, as if she were afraid he would suddenly leave. "I know that it doesn't make up for it but you can always adopt Garcia as your older sister."

A chuckle sounded from her, prompting him to smile as well at her words. "I think mother-hen is a better fit for her." He laughed softly, his gaze soft as he looked at her. "You're probably right. JJ then and I suppose in time Emily as well." Evelyn nodded against his chest, tilting her head back to look at him. "Then I suppose Morgan is my older brother. Given how protective he is." Spencer hummed in agreement, feeling his eyelids start to grow heavy. "And Hotch and Gideon your father figures." The red head made a small noise of agreement as she yawned. Her lips were pulled into a smile though as she thought about the family she had made over the years.

Snuggling closer to Spencer, she inhaled deeply, taking in his unique scent. "What about you?"

The man blinked. "What about me?"

Her blue eyes found his hazel gaze. "What title do you hold in my make-shift family?" The Genius thought for a few seconds before shrugging. "I don't know. What title do you think fits me as someone in your life?"

Pursing her lips slightly, Evelyn allowed her eyes to slide close mind pondering on the question. The answer though came not from her brain, but from her heart and the words rose to her lips unbidden, unfiltered and with no hesitation.

"My best friend." Came her sleepy reply, which was followed by a sleepy kiss to his cheek on her part.

Spencer lay there stunned. He took in her half-asleep state. The gentle smile on her lips and her heavily lidded eyes, her breath beginning to even out as she fell asleep. Her eyelids fluttered as she fought to stay awake. A warmth spread through him at her words. One that finally came to settle in his chest. Pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead he whispered against her soft skin. "And you are mine." Humming sleepily Evelyn snuggled even closer to Spencer, greedily seeking his body heat as she slowly succumbed to sleep.

"And Evelyn?"

"Hmm?"

"I don't know how anyone wouldn't think you're pretty…"

"That's because I'm not…"

"You're beautiful."

"Thanks Spence. You're beautiful too."

"You're welcome Evie."

The words slurred as they both drifted off to sleep. Evelyn with her head resting near Spencer's chest, one hand resting against his chest, the other resting atop him, just under his shoulder. And Spencer, for his part, slept with one arm under her waist and the other lifted at a slightly odd angle so that his fingers could tangle in her red hair.

Neither stirred the entire night. Not by the cold breeze. Or nightmares.

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stevebattle · 1 year ago

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ER1 Personal Robot System by Evolution Robotics, Pasadena, CA (2002). "Coupled with Robot Control Center software and your laptop, the ER1 can be taught to negotiate your home, recognize objects visually, obey voice commands, and speak using its own text-to-speech voice. The solid aluminum ER1 is available either in kit form or already assembled. If you're handy with a screwdriver, you can spend a couple of hours and save $200. All the electronics come assembled. Once you've finished building the frame, just plug in the beefy stepper motors, the rechargeable power supply, and the control box. Your laptop rests on the ER1's cushioned mounts and connects through its USB ports to the robot's camera and control box." – ER1 Robot Kit, by Jay Munro.

Evolution Robotics "makes its technologies available to the developer community through the ER1, a programmable robot kit that can be purchased on the Evolution Robotics website and at leading technology retailers. Evolution Robotics mission is to accelerate the personal robot industry and help spur the creation of a variety of highly functional personal robot products that will become indispensable in our daily lives, at home and at work." – Bandai to Create Doraemon Robots, by Christopher Macdonald, Anime News Network.

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wisteriaiswriting · 1 year ago

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could you do some Ashe Angst? Something like a rival gang kidnapping or hurting you

𝕍𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕠 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕣

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The mission was a difficult one, which was pretty common. But now she wanted to spend some much needed time with you. A quick look around was normally enough to find you, this time though you weren’t around.

So the next area would be hanging around the rest of the gang, so she went to question them. But that turned up no such luck, even questioning them resulted in nothing good.

“Seen Y/N?”

“Thought they would’ve been with you.”

Fuck. If you weren't around the gang where would you be? While her territory is quite big there weren't many other places you’d be. She would find out soon enough.

***

The sun was setting, so she took a final walk around hoping you’d just show up. About to walk past something when the sun hit it right, shining in her eyes. Looking over to see an arm, from one of her omnic members.

A closer look revealed their whole body thrown into a pile. With a small box tucked underneath, pulling it out to open it. Finding a usb inside, no note, nothing else. With no other choice she called someone else to grab the body while she left to look at the object.

***

Oh god. One hand she regrets watching that video, revealing the contents. The clear symbol of her rival gang in the corner.

In the video sat you in a chair, blindfold covering your eyes. The only sounds were shuffling behind the camera and your heavy breathing. Bandaids sloppily applied to much bigger injuries, clearly bleeding through.

“Ashe, this is your warning to return it. You know what we’re talking about, tomorrow at dawn. Otherwise, you know.” A dirty hand moves into frame to point at you.

Right after the video cuts off, in her anger Ashe smashed the screen.

She will find you and get revenge on them. They’ve gone too far this time, and she will make sure they’ll know.

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mii-qrs · 6 months ago

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BFDI Characters

8-Ball 9-Ball A A duck Amber Amethyst Ammolite Anchor Announcer Anvil Apple Aquamarine Avocado Axinite Baby Balloony Bally Banana Apple Barf Bag Basketball Battery BBQ Sauce BeiBei Bell Benitoite Billy Bob Joe Birthday Cake Black Hole Blender Blocky Bomby Bone Book Boombox Boom Mic Bottle Bracelety Bubble Burrito Bugs Buttslide Man Cake Cake's Dad Camera Cave Drawing Naily Cereal Box Clapboard Carrot Cakes Check-It Eyebrows Cheeseburger Cheese Orb Cherry Jr. Chips Chompy Christmas Tree Chrysoberyl Clock Cloudy Coiny Conch Shell Coral Cord Clip Credit Card CRT Cube Polyhedron Cube Roller Cubey Cursed Announcer with Body David Davidworm Deadly Diamond Diamond (ABCDEFG) Dioptase Discy Divide Operator Dodecahedron Polyhedron Donut Dora Dragon Drear-Top Eggy Eight Eighth Note Electric Guitar Emerald Eraser Evidence Bag Evil Leafy Exploding David Fanny Fake Firey Feldspar Fifteen Firey Firey Jr. Fire Monster Firey Speaker Box Firey Speaker Box's Clone Fish Monster Five Flower Flower Speaker Box Fluorite Foldy Football Player Four Fourteen Fries Frog Frozen Yogurt Fry Garnet Gaty Gelatin Glass Glue Gold Golf Ball Gramophone Grandfather Clock Grassy Gratitude Hello Kevin Hematite Hexagon Speaker Box Hot Sauce Ice Cube Icosahedron Polyhedron Income Tax Return Document Infinity lolite Ivory Jade Jasper JingJing Juice Box Johnson Jordan Kabab Kitchen Sink Kornerupine Lapis Lazuill Leafy Leafy's Family Leek Lego Brick Lewis Lightbulb Lightning Lithium Liy Lollipop Loser Lottery Speaker Box Malachite Marble Marble Bottle Marker Match Member Metronome Milkshake Minus Operator Mocha Mouth Naily Needle Nickel Nickel (Inanimate Insanity) Nine Nonagon Polygon Nonexisty N Variable O Obsidian Octagon Polygon Octahedron Polyhedron One One-Half Fraction One-Quarter Fraction One-Third Fraction Onigiri Opal Pastel Feather PDA Pearl Pen Pencil Peridot Phi Irrational Pie Pi Irrational Pillow Pin Plus Operator Poo Popcorn Portable Music Player Popsicle Price Tag Profily Puffball Puffball Speaker Box Pumpkin Puppet Purple Face Purple Girl with Wind Hair and Angry Eyes Purple Round Speaker Pyrite Quadrilateral Polygon Quartz Radio Announcer Raisin Ramen Noodles Rectangle Polygon Remote Robot Butlers Robot Flower Roboty Rocky Rose Rubber Spatula Ruby Rusty Coin Salt Lamp Sam Sam (Salmon Fiveyears) Sapphire Saw Scared/Dumb Scissors Selfie Dog Seven Shampoo Shirty Shopping Cart Side-View X Six Skull Sling Shot Singing Narrator Slivery Snare Drum Snowball Spike Ball Speaker Box Spongy Spray Can Square Polygon Square Root Operator Stapy Steamy Strudel Super Fan Taco Tape Teabag Teardrop Ten Tent Tennis Ball Tennis Ball Speaker Box Tetrahedron Polyhedron Times Operator Thirteen Three Three-Quarters Fraction Topaz Touch-Tone Tree Triangle Polygon Triangle Speaker Box Tune Turquoise TV Two Undecagon Polygon USB Vacuum VHSy Variscite Vomit Waffle Water Bottle Winner Woody X Yellow Face Yellow Facey Yellow Watermelon Your Mom Your Name Y Variable Zero Z Variable

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moominvalley-state-of-mind · 8 months ago

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ALRIGHTY

Idk if this qualifies as an au but whatever lol

So the au is set like a century or two or more so in the future, the vegimals obviously being immortal (/silly), the octonauts (probobly the ones we know, a few gens after, idk yet) has disbanded after some horrific accident

The vegimals are living on a mostly broken octopod (I'm talking lower half and some sleeping things are flooded, lights mostly off, ect) and for story purposes the arm of the octopod that dashi & Peso (?) slept in is not flooded

Days and weeks and months have begun to blur togethor and the vegimals have been spending all their time trying to get the octopod up and running (their crew will come back, right?)

So have a little fanfic:

Tunip swims up to dashi's room, remembering she had a book on the mechanics of the octopod

In their search, Tunip finds a box filled with USB drives or smth

Plugging one in the computor rewards them with a video of a christmas they had all spent togethor (the vegimal Christmas episode)

Plates are set at the table, the crew is running around and laughing.

Dashi steps away from the video recorder and looks back, then jogging over to the tabel where Barrot is setting down the last plate, pilled with food

The video goes on for a while, until evreyone seems to have turned in for the night & dashi is left to shut down anything costing them energy.

She's at the computor, typing away quickly when she straightens, remembering the video.

Dashi runs over a turns it off, cursing something about waisting battery.

Turnip rushes downstairs and shows the video to the rest of the vegimals, all taking a (well needed) break to remember

The videos range from dashi in her room, giving a recap of her day, like a video diary, to less than thirty seconds of a butterfly or a fish, to the rest of the octonauts celebrating something - laughing, jumping and cheering.

They record all of the years dashi lived on the octopod, but stutter out to being farther apart around the time she starts to live & work more on the octoray (evreyone really hopes there's more on there)

At the bottom of the box they find one with a pice of tape over it, marked with the date dashi was first employed (the vegimals weren't aware of this before watching this)

The video clicks on and dashi comes into frame, falling into a chair infront of the camera

"Hello! Uh - to anyone seeing this, my name is Dashi, and this is the first of many video diaries I wanna record while working on the octopod!"

She goes on to talk excitedly about the day, the people she's met ("and theirs this really cute scottish guy - I think he's the biologist, but anyways -"), the octopod and it's utilities, but most of all - the veiw.

"It's really pretty! I can't wait to take more photos of it!"

She turns the camera around to face the big blue ocean - it isn't much to look at, almost like a void, but she sounds so exited it makes the veiw so much more butiful

Dashi turns the camera back around to wave and say goodbye, reaching over and shutting off the video.

Yeah :]

I might wanna expand on this a bit more, apologies for my writing, it's like my first time writing dashi & any of the vegimals lol

I love the idea of dashi expanding on her role as photographer and she seems like she'd like to record thing for the sake of ~prosperity~

Hope yall liked it :D

#ignore i posted this on the community too lol #octonauts #octonauts above and beyond #dashi dog #dashi octonauts #vegimals #vegimals octonauts #implied:#dashton #dashi x shellington #shellington x dashi

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