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wip that’s been sitting in my drafts and the back of my head for forever. Pen pals with König <3 my creepy boy

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Pairing: hacker!theo x spy!reader 1.1k words Summary: theo nott, professional, wanted hacker, has been keeping a close eye on you, the spy hired to track him down. little do you know, the more you search, the harder the search grows— mainly because theo knows you're looking for him. after following a lead blindly, you somehow land in danger and theo, who has been watching you, calls the cops to pull you out of your risky situation. as a thank you, he expects a little show...

Warnings: 18+, smut under the cut, voyeurism, somewhat stalking, exploitation, semi-public, dirty talk, cursing, not for minors.

WATCHING you had become an obsession. That was almost all he did, day and night.

Every room, every corner of your house was monitored. At first, he tried to convince himself he was doing it because it was his job. But when he began to skip sleeping to watch you sleep, he realized it ran much deeper than just that.

You, of course, were clueless about the whole ordeal. You performed your routine as you normally did, without ever suspecting that you were being hacked, watched.

You woke up early, trained in your private training room, practiced firing shots, worked out in your personal indoor gym, went for a swim, then ate and used your computer to follow up on your latest mission.

You were supposed to find one of the most wanted hackers in the country, whose identity was a complete secret, and you were positive you had a name, and perhaps a location.

Theo was watching, a smirk plastered across his lips as you searched for him. But he was too good.

His identity had remained a secret for a long time, and would continue to remain so until he decided otherwise.

"Oh, pretty girl, you'll never find me," he crooned, a soft chuckle spilling past his lips as every link you clicked took you to a dead end.

Frustrated beyond measure, you finally decided to search a dating website for something, anything.

And then, you found someone whose profile matched the one you were looking for.

"Bingo—" you whispered victoriously, staring at the profile of a young man in his early twenties.

"Hate to break it to you, Princess, but that's not me," Theo murmured to himself, lighting a cigarette as he watched you through one of the little screens around him, zooming in on your low-cut top. "Cute top though... Nice rack you got over there..."

Your laptop screen was duplicated across his as you created your own profile for an online dating site, after you came across your suspect on the website.

He was there, reading all those messages you sent, all the flirting between you and your suspect, his blood boiling with every picture you kept attaching to keep this man interested.

And then, you agreed to meet this suspect of yours. You hadn't bothered with a wire, you were confident you could handle him on your own— with two knives strapped to one thigh and a gun strapped to the other underneath your satin minidress.

Little did you know, Theo had already bugged your phone, already gotten your every movement displayed all over his screen.

He tracked you entering the restaurant, he tracked you waiting there for hours... then, he noticed you taking the shortcut back home, walking through the park... but when he noticed you moving towards an abandoned alley on the map across his display, he instantly called the cops and gave them your exact location.

Turns out, you were wrong. Your suspect was just another suspect, and the real guy you were hunting was still out there.

This guy just turned out to be some nasty creep who faked his profile to prey on young women.

You didn't know how the cops knew your exact location, or how they found out, but whatever it was, you were grateful because the cops had arrived before the creep could hurt a single hair on your head.

And when you reached home, you entered the shower first thing, trying to relax a little, before you fell asleep, unaware that Theo had zoomed into your bedroom, so that it now covered his entire screen.

"I deserve a thank you for that, don't I, pretty?" he remarked, even though he was well aware you couldn't hear him at all, zooming in on your figure, who had just come out of the shower and was now wrapped in a tiny towel that barely covered you. "After all, I did save that pretty little ass of yours back there... Gonna give me a little show?"

As if you had heard his words, you picked out a pair of satin shorts and a matching camisole, placing it on the bed as you pranced around your room in your tiny towel.

You were unaware of his watchful gaze, observing you, unaware he was so fucking hard underneath his joggers, his ringed fingers resting on his waistband as he watched you with bated breath, his eyes dark, jealous of every tiny, water droplet that clung to your sacred skin.

After you dried your hair, you took off your towel and let it slide to the floor while you got changed.

Unfortunately for Theo, your back was towards the camera. A groan slipped past his lips when he realized he wouldn't be able to see those pretty tits of yours.

Fortunately for him, he would have a nice picture of your ass.

And when he zoomed in to your plump rear, he nearly came in his pants.

He could feel his precum stain his new boxers, a loud groan leaving his lips as he slid his joggers down, taking out his cock and fisting it, spreading the precum down the length.

He gives it a few pumps, just imagining what it would be like to bend you over the bed and fuck you from behind, pull your hair back into a ponytail and manhandle you the way he wants, because he knows you can take it.

He closes his eyes, groans spilling past his lips as he begins jerking his cock in his hand, his eyes opening when he hears a small grunt of frustration from his screen— your pajama top fell when you were about to put it on.

As you bend over, you give Theo the most beautiful view of your ass, his eyes glued to the screen as he jerks off.

"Fuck—" he hisses, pumping his hand up and down his shaft, quickening his pace as he approaches his climax. "Such a cute fuckin' ass..."

Right before you slide your shorts on, he takes a screenshot, then closes his eyes, grunts of pleasure leaving him.

His cock throbs and pulses in his hand, his rings adding a delicious friction as he slides his hand faster, not even bothering to conceal his moans.

He gasps your name as he finally climaxes, his eyes rolling to the back of his head, his lower abs clenching with the surge of pleasure that flooded through him, the thick, sticky liquid now sliding down his screen, across the screenshot of your pretty, little ass.

Not even bothering to clean his mess up, his eyes flicker over to his other screen, where you're scrolling through your phone, tucked under the sheets of your bed, completely oblivious to it all.

His head slams against his table.

"Fuck— I'm screwed..."

not proofread, wrote this in such a hurry. lmk if i missed anything.

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Shigaraki is so pathetic he’s able to cum untouched just from kiss

shared seat (nsfw)

fem!reader x loser!shigaraki

cw: dacryphilia, premature ejaculation, mutual pining, desperation, cowgirl, multiple orgasms, no use of y/n (blank name space instead!!), tomura is a mega computer nerd, reader plays dumb kinda, some light hurt/comfort i guess?? making out, afab/fem reader, implied virgin shiggy :)

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naturally.

you have tomura in the palm of your hand. every time you walk by him, brush against him awkwardly, tap his shoulder to get his attention, it sends sparks through his touch-starved limbs and makes him dizzy. every night, he begs and pleads for you to come into his room, even just to sit in there. he wants you in whatever way he can, to see you, smell you, touch you, hear you. gods, of course he wants to taste you, but he's learned the hard way to take whatever he can get.

so when you knock on his door and ask him to teach you how to sort out your PC and mod a few games, his heart lurches in his chest. of course, of course he will. he trudges behind you to your bedroom, watching your ass jiggle lightly in the dingy sweatpants you stole from him a few months back. he takes a deep breath before sitting in your desk chair, immediately clicking through PILES of random trash files and download files.

"_______" he starts sternly, brow already furrowed at the sight. "have you not been deleting the download files after you download a mod?"

you shake your head. "won't that delete the mod?" you lean on your desk next to him, uncomfortably close to him. he smells the conditioner in your hair, your sweet perfume. he tightens his gloved grip on your mouse as he shakes his head and tidies your desktop up.

"fucking idiot" he mumbles as he clears a few gigabytes from the system, "this is why it's so slow, stupid". you giggle and mumble, "ohhhhhh" under your breath.

who's to say you didn't know that. who's to say you just wanted an excuse to have him in your room, huffing at your desk, having his scent fill the room and his frustrations cloud your thoughts. but he didn't have to know that.

he keeps clicking through folders, and you nudge the chair. he turns to face you and you mindlessly sit in his lap, telling him "let me in", spinning the chair back to face the desk.

his breath hitches as your plush ass presses against his dirty pajama pants and half-hardened cock. you watch the pointer on the screen as he sorts through different game files, his breathing unsteady in your ear. you giggle as he groans at the unnecessary folders and shortcuts.

"why...dude, what's with all the sims mods?" he asks, voice filled with genuine concern as he clicks into the mods folder. you panic and spring up, sending the chair back a bit with him still in it. your ass is directly in his face as you scramble, closing the folder.

tomura's eyes widen and he forgets the folder entirely for a moment as your shirt rides up, the small of your back exposed, the waistband of your underwear pulled slightly above the baggy sweats. he starts again and rolls his eyes.

"dipshit, just let me make sure there aren't duplicates, okay?" he pulls you by the waist into him again, your ass falling back onto him. he closes his eyes for a moment to regulate his thoughts.

the mods folder flashes back open. he scrolls through hundreds of mods, your body tensing as he pauses and reads through them all.

"what the hell are you doing to those poor sims" he laughs nervously as his cock grows tighter against you. you grimace as he closes out of it and goes into the save files folder.

he stops when he notices his name front and center, paired with yours.

he nods and stays silent, and you readjust in his lap. your eyes gloss over, unable to confront the clear tension between you two as you shift, his free arm lacing around your waist slowly, holding you tightly as he tries his best to hold back.

he closes out of the tabs and sits on the blank screen for a moment, clearing his throat.

"did...you need me to do anything else here?" he leans forward with you a bit, greedily inhaling your scent again as he awaits a response.

"hm...yeah, can you help me set my new speakers up? they won't connect for some reason." any excuse to keep him here.

"hmph. yeah, sure" he bites his lip and scoots the chair in, opening the program.

"they're plugged in, right?" he asks, and you nod.

"mhm, i'm not that dumb" you playfully lean back, your face all-too-close to his. he rolls his eyes and hums to himself as your weight presses more against him, and he's painfully trying to conceal how hard he is. if you don't stand, maybe you won't notice. he's so fucking close already, he's afraid any small movement will ruin it all.

you lean forward to turn the dial on the speaker and his breath hitches. he twitches in his pants and feels the moisture beading from his tip, hissing lowly to himself as you readjust again.

"jesus, _________. can you figure your shit out" he snips, and you laugh. he groans as he twitches again, dangerously close to finishing right here.

"sorry" your words come out as a whisper as he grips you closer now, his fingers tracing the exposed skin under your shirt as he fiddles around with the settings. you smile as he touches you.

you take it one step too far when you scoot back into him, using his thigh to steady yourself. as you grind into him, he loses control and feels himself cumming sporadically in his fleecy pants. he shakes against you, his head falling into your shoulder as he crumbles underneath you. he nearly crushes your brand new mouse as his hands clench, his uncovered fingers digging into your midriff. he shakes as you feel the moisture seeping from the material, leaking onto the back of your own pants. you don't dare to speak a word, you refuse to ruin it for him.

you go to look at him, but his head is still pressed against your shoulder, his baby blue hair draped over you. his breathing is slowing now, but he's still shaking.

"i'm sorry" he shudders before you can say anything. you grab his hand, still slung across your legs, and squeeze it.

"tomu, it's okay" you comfort him quietly as he continues to shake. you stand and he plants his face into his hands, soft tremors coming from the pale man.

you flip the armrests of the chair up and wrap your legs around him, facing him now. you stroke his hair gently and coax him to look up, his cherry eyes teary and glossed.

you kiss him gently, feeling the tears still running down his cheek. his lips are rough, but they taste like candied apples, and you hold his face in your hands as he falls into the kiss shakily.

as you pull away, he sniffles.

"i'm sorry" he repeats, and looks back down.

you kiss his head, his soft hair tickling your face. he wraps his arms around you and presses his face into you, his tears soaking the front of your shirt. you shush him and brush his hair back. you comfort him best as possible, but feel him hardening underneath you again.

"c'mon" you stand from the seat again, and take his hand. you bring him to the bed, and he sits slowly. you wipe the tears from his cheeks, and he shakes his head.

"why?" he asks quietly, and you kiss his nose, "why aren't you mad at me?".

you tug him into you, kissing him. he moans into the kiss this time, his cock tenting again. your mind swirls with thoughts of him inside of you, making him shiver and cum and whine. why would you be mad at him, your sweet pathetic leader?

no one else would ever see him like this. maybe it played a part in your arousal, knowing that this display was solely for you. that his orgasm was because of you. that he was crying because he was afraid he upset you. your scary, villainous, domineering leader was crying in your room, cock twitching desperately against his minecraft pj pants, because he just came from you sitting in his lap.

the heat between your legs swells as your tongue presses into his mouth, tasting the same sugary sourness from before. his tongue slides forcefully into your mouth, his saliva mixing with yours. he palms aggressively at his erection, trying to push it down nervously before you tug him by his sweater, pulling him on top of you. he instinctively grinds down into you, and as you feel him press against your clothed sex, you moan.

the heavy petting stresses you out. you can't keep kissing him and touching him without feeling him inside of you. tomura's eyes are half-lidded and hungry as you shove him back, and he looks at you nervously for a moment before you pull your pants off, urging him to do the same. he throws the pants off the bed, his cock springing free and tapping against his stomach. the knot in your stomach pulls deeper as you gaze upon the soft sky-blue tuft of hair leading down to his dick, his breathing ragged as you pull yourself on top of him again. you grind down, and he moans as the wetness soaking through your underwear squishes on his admirable length.

he's ready to cum again already, and you can tell from the way he grinds into you from below. you shift your underwear off, awkwardly shimmying as he helps you. he doesn't seem to care as he tugs at the garment, his hands exploring your curves with a greedy grip. as his cock rubs against you, you kiss him, coating him with the slick heat. you help position him against your tight hole, and he thrusts it in, stretching you with a snap. you throw your head back from the sensation and steady yourself for a moment before rocking back and forth, his moans and huffs growing louder. you ride him slowly at first, helping you adjust to his size, and he watches you bounce on him with a feverish daze. he grabs at your shirt and you allow him to bring it up over you, throwing it mindlessly. his hoodie comes off next, yanking haphazardly as you continue to grind and bounce on him. he bites his lip as he cums again, not holding anything back as the sticky seed coats your insides. you don't stop, feeling yourself growing closer. his orgasm brings you even further, and you gyrate your hips against him, his soft hair creating a friction against your clit that is fucking unimaginable. you moan and cry out, chasing the orgasm. you squeeze against him, the searing pain from being stretched before now replaced by a deep craving from the pit of your sex, needing more and more of him to fill you up. his pitiful whining grows in volume as his cock re-hardens inside of you quickly, and his hands grip against your hips and he thrusts from below as you slam down into him, furthering the sensation as his tip nudges your cervix. as you both rock into each other, your climax rushes over you, flooding his cock with a deep heat that sends him over the edge for the third time. tears brim his eyes again as he sprays your cunt with more pearly fluid, and your body shakes as you clench and rub the end of your orgasm out on him. your chest heaves as you both finish, and you fall on top of him with his dick still throbbing inside of you. he whines out and kisses you, tangling his fingers in your hair. the aftershock of your orgasm sends shivers through your body, and you pull yourself off of him. you already miss the feeling of him stuffing you with his cock, but he's spent. he shakes and squeezes his eyes shut, his legs and arms splayed out, vibrating.

you kiss his cheek and reach for something to help him clean up. you grab your shirt and wipe him off, and he frowns.

"didn't have to do that" he chokes out, and you shrug.

"i could never be mad at you, tomura" you say to him as you find clean clothes. as you dress, he drags a blanket over himself.

he nods and doesn't speak again for a moment. you climb in next to him, and he smiles weakly.

"promise?"

you nod. "pinky promise" you lace your fingers with his, the gloves brushing against your soft skin.

the two of you lay together in silence, growing more and more tired with each passing minute. you won't send him back to his room, you'd rather keep him here as long as possible. even if it was left unsaid, you loved him, and you spent every day worrying which day might just be the last. especially with the league growing in infamy, the unknown became scarier every day. but for right now, it felt more than okay. and for right now, you'd rather spend the time with him like this than having to worry about your futures.

"so what's up with that save file on the sims?" his voice snaps you out of your thoughts, and you groan.

"i think the next thing im gonna ask you how to teach me is hiding folders".

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curiosities

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Summary: Loki's interrogation tactics left you curious about his powers, and he's more than happy to give you a little demonstration while you worked on your reports.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Warning/s: 18+ | slightly smutty (think limes not lemons…but still, minors & pearl clutchers leave right now); thigh riding; hand necklaces; naughty use of Loki's powers; semi-public [let me know if I missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: established relationship

Dick-tionary: nothing explicit but proceed with caution starting from "Quiet, darling"

"Darling? Are you alright?"

The sound of Loki's voice broke through the hazy thoughts you'd found yourself lost in for the last few minutes, making you realize that your fingers hovered over the keyboard for so long that your computer screen went on Standby. And the text fields of your interrogation report remained blank.

"Sorry what?" you mumbled, realizing too late that the reason you lost yourself in your thoughts in the first place was from recalling the events of the interrogation from earlier. Specifically the way your lover's voice and overall aura darkened as he threatened a variant of reminding them specifically what kind of person he was on the once Sacred Timeline.

Of showing them a sampling of the terrible awful things that he could do, especially now given that the magic barrier had been switched off. You had only the slightest whispers of an idea, given what you'd read from his file and the files of multiple variants of him.

Shadow casting. Duplication casting. An entire pocket dimension filled with who knows what. And then there was the telepathy. The telekinesis. The illusion projection. The mind control.

Which powers did your Loki have, you wondered. And which ones would he utilize in the name of those terrible, awful things?

And why did the prospect of him using those powers on you stir something in you that currently had you struggling not to squirm in your seat from the arousal?

"You look as if you keep drifting off, darling. Are you feeling alright?" Loki reached out to cup the side of your face in his large hand, the contact hitting him with a barrage of the thoughts that had been swimming through your mind since the interrogation. "Oh…" he rasped, moving his hand to weave his fingers through your hair. "I see now what has stolen your ability to focus on this…simple tedious task."

"Hmmm?" you replied absently, soft whimpers escaping you once the god leaned in and started pressing kisses from your temple down to your neck. This wasn't helping your wandering thoughts in the slightest. And then he wrapped his arm around you, lifting you up from your seat and maneuvering you to straddle his thigh. "Loki," you whined, a sharp gasp escaping you when he nipped at the spot between your neck and shoulder.

"Quiet, darling," he told you in a low teasing tone. "You wish to know which powers I possess? I'm more than happy to give you a little demonstration." He brought a hand up to your neck, squeezing ever so slightly at the sides. "I've cast an illusion wherein our colleagues are none the wiser to our…current predicament. All they see is us, sitting side by side, your lover patiently waiting for you to finish your report."

He flexed the muscles of his thigh, the motion causing a delicious friction between your legs. You let out the start of a moan before his fingers tightened around your neck for a fraction of a second.

"Much as I would adore to hear those beautifully filthy sounds from you, my love, I'm going to have to implore you stay silent. See, if you make any noise that could draw people's attention to us, the illusion breaks. And we'll be disciplined." With a wave of his hand, your jacket disappeared and reappeared neatly folded on the table in front of you. He kissed at your now exposed arm. "Can you breathe alright?"

Butterflies fluttered violently at your stomach at the question, choosing to nod instead of voicing your answer.

"Good girl." A rush of arousal pooled between your thighs at his words. You bit your lip to prevent yourself from making a sound when he nipped at your skin. Another wave of his hand and you suddenly felt cool wispy tendrils grasping at your waist and moving you to grind on your boyfriend's thigh. "I must admit, dear Y/N, I rather enjoy finding these more…pleasurable uses of my abilities. Especially with how deliciously responsive your exquisite form is under my touch." He kissed his way up to your ear. "I look forward to using them all with you. Perhaps later tonight, in our home."

The tendrils held you tighter, pressing you down harder against his thigh before proceeding to undulate your hips. The increased friction, along with how he was kissing and nipping away at your earlobe, had you letting out a strangled moan before his hold tightened on you again, your head swimming from the pressure.

"What did I say about breaking the illusion, my darling?" he growled, the gravel in his voice making you even wetter. "Do you wish to give every soul in this library a show of how desperate and wanton I can make you? Is that it?" He flexed his thigh again the same time that the wispy tendons ground your hips harder against it, a barely muted whimper coming out of you before you bit down hard on your lip and shook your head. "Then stay quiet, sweet mortal. Lest you wish for me to find something within my pocket dimension to stuff that beautiful mouth of yours with."

You did what you could to look down at what was moving you, your mouth forming in an 'O' when you saw that it was his shadows. You let out the tiniest whimper of his name, the pressure on the side of your neck lessening when he stroked at your skin with his thumb.

"I'm going to lift this illusion and then you shall finish your report so that I may bring you home and we can move on to a more…thorough demonstration," he rasped, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "With a little help from a few friends of mine." A flash of Loki's green magic from the corner of your eye caught your attention, his shadows grinding you down even harder on his thigh once you caught sight of two duplicates of him waving and smirking at you. One was wearing that ruffled tuxedo that on paper looked unremarkable on the average man.

But Loki was no average man. He was a god. Your god.

And the other duplicate was dressed exactly as such. With the gold horns and the black and green leather, his usual obsidian curls straightened and slicked back with a menacing look in his eyes as his gaze roamed your body.

The feel of his thigh flexing against your slit had you bringing back your attention to the Loki that held you in place. Your Loki. The real one.

"But first, I want you to soak my thigh."

A/N: Anon, whoever you are, I hope you're having the absolute best day because getting this in my asks had me staring at the ceiling and immediately typing down a lil note in my writing schedule to make this 🫠 Hopefully I did your thot justice

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Code Green

A game for 3–7 players, about being where you're not supposed to be.

Last night, you were suspended in a tube of brightly coloured goo in an underground research facility, operated by an organisation whose three-letter initialism's meaning is strictly need-to-know. This morning, someone noticed your tube was empty. Nobody has determined how that happened yet, and you're not inclined to stick around until they figure it out!

Or, in other words, it's been nearly a whole week since I got that massive revision to Space Gerbils out the door, and apparently my brain has decided that's enough of a break. This thing was written start to finish in under 12 hours, so let the circumstances of its authorship guide your expectations. Special thanks go once again to Caro Asercion, whose micro-RPG Dwindle introduced me to the design space I'm fucking around with here. Go buy their stuff.

Anyway:

What You'll Need

Code Green is a tabletop RPG for one game moderator (GM) and up to six players. Each player will need a copy of the Profile Grid, below, as well as three tokens of some sort: dice, coins, beads, etc. You'll also need at least five six-sided dice (for the whole group, not per player, though it's fine if each player has their own set). If you're using dice for tokens, it's recommended that the dice you plan to roll be visually distinguishable in case they land on someone's Profile Grid.

Rolling Dice

There are two ways you'll be asked to roll dice in this game: rolling d66, and rolling a dice pool.

To roll d66, roll a six-side die twice, reading the first roll as the "tens" place and the second roll as the "ones" place, yielding a number in the range from 11 to 66. For example, if you rolled a 3 and then a 5, your result is 35. You may also be asked to flip a d66 roll; to do this, take your result and swap the digits without re-rolling. In the preceding example, if you flipped your roll of 35, your new result would be 53.

To roll a dice pool, pick up the indicated number of six-side dice, roll them, and take the highest individual result. Duplicates have no special significance. For example, if you rolled a pool of three dice and got a 2, a 4, and a 4, your result would be 4. If you would ever roll a pool of zero or fewer dice, roll two dice and take the lowest instead.

Character Creation

Each player should create their own character. There are three things about your character which are always true:

You are newly born into the world. You may know things about the world (e.g., from your programming, having read them on a computer terminal, etc.), but you haven't experienced them.

You are implausibly good at remaining inconspicuous; unless you're deliberately drawing attention or doing something which requires a dice roll, humans will almost always fail to spot you.

You are not human. You can decide what that means.

To find out what else is true about your character, roll or choose three times from the Form table, and three times from the Function table, placing your results into the correspondingly labelled slots on the Profile Grid, below, in any order you please. Your three results from each table should be different; if you elected to roll and get the same entry multiple times, flip your result, and re-roll if it's still a duplicate.

Think about what your three Form traits and three Function traits imply about your character's physical makeup, but don't set anything in stone just yet – you'll see why not in a moment.

Finally, roll a six-sided die five times, and record the results in the order in which they're received. The resulting five-digit number is the only name your character has when play begins.

Table 1: Form (d66)

11–12. Blood 13–14. Bones 15–16. Brain 21–22. Claws 23–24. Ears 25–26. Eyes 31–32. Guts 33–34. Hands 35–36. Heart 41–42. Hair 43–44. Legs 45–46. Lungs 51–52. Nose 53–54. Skin 55–56. Tail 61–62. Teeth 63–64. Tongue 65–66. Wings

Table 2: Function (d66)

11–12. Accelerated 13–14. Autonomous 15–16. Auxiliary 21–22. Cryogenic 23–24. Cryptic 25–26. Elastic 31–32. Electric 33–34. Entropic 35–36. Invasive 41–42. Invulnerable 43–44. Kinetic 45–46. Magnetic 51–52. Phasing 53–54. Polymorphic 55–56. Projectile 61–62. Pyrogenic 63–64. Telescopic 65–66. Toxic

Playing the Game

Play proceeds in a series of scenes. In each scene, the GM will set the stage: a challenge to overcome, a peril to escape, a mystery to investigate, etc. Given the nature of your characters, most things will be mysteries to you!

Initial Token Placement

Once the stage has been set, place each of your three tokens on a different square on your Profile Grid. If you have no preference, you can roll d66 for each token and place it in the square whose marked numeric range contains the number you rolled, flipping or re-rolling your result if you get a square which already contains a token. The placement of these tokens represents your initial state when the scene opens. Depending on the nature of your character, this may be reflected by a shifting of internal focus, or by a physical transformation.

Participation

To participate in the scene, simply tell the GM what your character does; the GM will describe how the world responds, and ask what you do next. Whenever you wish – or are forced – to do something more than lurk and observe, you are obliged to make a test.

Making Tests

To make a test, first choose a pair of traits – one Form trait, and one Function trait – with which to face the challenge. For example, if your Form traits are Legs, Tail and Teeth, and your Function traits are Cryptic, Invulnerable and Phasing, you might test your Invulnerable Legs against the trouble at hand.

Next, count the number of tokens present in the rows extending from each of the chosen traits. The illustration below shows which squares would be consulted in the preceding example:

Next, roll a dice pool containing a number of dice equal to the number of tokens present on squares extending from the chosen traits. Do not count a token twice if it's on the square where the two traits intersect (e.g., the green square in the illustration above). In the event that no tokens fall on squares extending from appropriate traits, remember that you are allowed to roll a pool of zero dice by rolling two dice and taking the lowest rather than the highest.

Finally, compare your result to the following table:

1–3. Less than human. Whatever you'd intended to try still happens, but it cannot overcome human opposition (or adversity which would challenge a typical human), and any lasting effects are transitory and easily explained away. 4–5. Mostly human. Your effort can contend with human opposition (or circumstances which would challenge a competent human), and its lasting effects make it obvious that someone (or something) has been interfering with matters. 6. More than human. Your effort easily brushes aside any human opposition, and its lasting effects are impossible to rationalise as anything other than the intervention of inhuman forces.

Without Applicable Traits

In the event that you're forced to make a test and no possible pairing of your traits is applicable, you don't get to roll anything, not even with a pool of zero dice; simply resolve the outcome as though you'd rolled a result of 1–3. Other characters may attempt to preserve you from this fate by assisting you, in which case you roll one die per assisting friend; see below for more details.

Assistance

If you wish to assist another character in making a test, consult your own Profile Grid, considering only those squares which contain tokens. Only the specific pairs of traits represented by the squares on which your tokens fall are eligible for assistance; for example, if one of your tokens falls on the intersection of Cryptic and Teeth, you may assist with Cryptic Teeth, but not any other pair of traits involving Cryptic or Teeth unless those squares also have tokens on them.

If you're able to identify an eligible pair of traits that seems applicable to the test at hand, explain how you're using it to help, and hand the player making the test one extra die. Any number of characters may assist on a given test.

Providing assistance neither requires nor permits your character to adapt (see below) – it needs to be your own test for that!

Adapting

After resolving a test, your character adapts, shifting focus or form to reflect what they've learned. Take one token of your choice from your character sheet, and move it to a different square which doesn't already contain one. You can move any token you wish, but it must end up on a different square than the one it started on unless no valid destinations are available. Adapting is not optional, and must be carried out after every test.

Suffering Strain

If whatever you're making a test against is particularly strenuous or dangerous, you might suffer strain as a consequence. Strain will often be incurred on a result of 1–3, and rarely on a result of 4–5; only the most foolhardy efforts will incur strain even on a result of 6!

To incur strain, roll d66, and place a small X on the square on your Profile Grid whose indicated numeric range contains the number you rolled. If there's a token on that square, immediately move it to an empty square of your choice, unless fewer than three unmarked squares now remain; in that case, simply remove the token entirely.

For the remainder of the scene, tokens may not be moved to any marked square. In addition, if you suffer further strain, and the square indicated by your d66 roll is already marked, your character is incapacitated, and may not participate in tests at all until they recover.

All strain is cleared – and any discarded tokens restored – at the end of each scene. Incapacitated characters also recover at this time.

[virulentvoidarts]

LORE DUMP BELOW

It’s an entire essay besties, I cooked here

Censor

He/him

Personality:

Crazed, has several screws loose, very mischievous. He’s extremely egotistical, bordering on a god complex at times, priding on his success and accomplishments.

People who dislike him are just jealous, and people who praise him are simply recognizing how great he is.

Censor does have a certain charm to him, though. He’s loud, full of life, and animated in everything he does

He is also quick to anger, especially if one manages to strike a nerve, as his means of dealing with external problems usually involves violence of some sort given his explosive personality.

He can also be a different person around those he is close with. While still being smug and full of himself, he’s playful and generally softer.

Physical attributes:

Height- He’s a monstrously sized creature for my cyberworld, being the tallest recorded addison (though some speculate he isn’t an addison at all anymore). This height only further fuels that god complex of his, as he is quite literally bigger and “better” than others. He uses his stature as a means of intimidation, to maintain a sense of respect and fear around him.

Automatically dislikes anyone taller than him

Machinery- like NEO was, he is made of metal in certain parts, his arms have connection points where metal meets muscle in his shoulders. He cannot feel painful sensations in his arms, despite still having a sense of touch.

Smile- Censor is permanently smiling regardless of what emotion he is feeling at any given moment.

His grin can raise or lower depending on his feelings, but it never goes away, and is one of his distinctive traits

Lore:

If a Lightner can create a Darkner through their own passions and desires, would it be possible for a Darkner to create its own “Darkner” with a strong enough will?

The whole point of the world of Deltarune is that you don’t get to pick your fate. But in Censor’s corrupted save file, there’s no player to control Kris and the gang.

He’s the result of the game crashing mid-NEO fight, leaving his world behind in an incomplete state, where the city continues on despite there being no lightners anymore.

When they don’t attack Neo as the game intended, his will overrides the corrupted script, and he creates a new self, Spamton EX. Or, as he calls himself now, “Censor”, in a personal rebrand to distance himself from that forsaken name.

While his current form is not nearly as powerful as NEO had been, he still holds enough power that he was able to steal from Queen and get away with it, using the funds to build himself up and begin anew, as Cyber City’s #1 rated game show. He’s currently a huge celebrity despite live broadcasting people getting killed in his hazardous games.

Despite now technically being able to call his own shots now, he wasn’t supposed to have a happy ending, and the world around him is constantly trying to correct the mistake, resulting in Censor having “bad luck”, in which freak accidents are more likely to happen around him.

When there’s individuals whose stories are not meant to end yet, though, his luck suddenly improves when he’s around them, since the universe isn't supposed to take out others as well, only him.

Abilities:

Censors- his name comes from one of the very first abilities I implemented during his early development: his ability to censor people.

He has a radius around him where, when the ability is active, any swear words used will be bleeped out, and a black censor bar appears over their mouths.

He uses this during broadcasts, and to piss people off.

Respawn- As an addison-turned-virus, Censor has the ability to “duplicate” himself much like computer malware can. He uploads his data into a pipis, effectively creating a respawn point where, if he were to die, he’d pop out of the pipis in a small, power save mode.

It takes about a week for him to return to his 9 foot tall self, since he’s around 3 feet upon respawn.

Because of this ability, I have nerfed Censor quite a bit. He might act tough, but when it comes down to it he does not deal a ton of damage, and relies mostly on disorientation to get away from dangerous situations, as he has a tendency to get himself killed fairly regularly.

The plays dumb about how he respawns, and in the media will always insist he does not know how he is capable of this, as it is a quality that viruses have.

Hammer- Censor can summon an oversized hammer as a physical weapon, as well as for physical gags and other uses whilst on set.

Hypnosis- certain types of malware are capable of either altering normal programs mentally or physically (or in rare cases both). Censor is the type capable of altering them mentally through hypnosis.

That being said, he turned into a virus, and wasn’t spawned as one, so his body isn't well equipped to handle the after effects of using this ability.

He most commonly uses it to hypnotize contestants of his show into signing contracts that waive responsibility of harm or death from Censor and his company. That way he gets away with the dangerous stunts and games he broadcasts. Afterward, for the rest of the day he has to deal with crippling migraines as a side effect.

This ability is another secret he guards closely, as it is a telltale sign of being a malware program.

Voice box- Despite not having lips, and his teeth taking up a large portion of Censor’s face, the voice box in his neck allows him to speak clearly. That being said, it also serves two uses in battle.

If he cranks up the volume to its max output, he can let out a shriek that basically is a sonic weapon, deafening opponents for a short period and giving him an advantage.

The voice box has a trigger that, once activated, turns it into what can only be described as a kaiju laser canon that he shoots out of his mouth. It does a significant amount of damage and CAN one-shot opponents if aimed correctly. Censor will only ever use this as a last resort to protect loved ones, never for protecting himself. This is because not only does it make him incapable of speech until respawn, since this is a permanent alteration, but it is also incredibly painful. The gun was intended for NEO; it can be fatal when used since it overheats very quickly, and can get to the point of burning through his neck.

Relationships:

Hex (Orange)- After attempting to reconcile with his OG group of addisons, his relationship with Hex has been complicated. They care for eachother, but Hex used to be a firewall program, meant to sniff out malware and keep cyber city safe, which obviously does not bode well now that Censor is a virus. That being said, tensions do die off at times and they get along well outside of Hex’s suspicions. He personally tailors most of Censor’s clothes.

Video (Pink)- Still iffy. Has no intentions of forgiving Censor for the shit he pulled during the “Big Shot Era”.

Regardless, Censor often visits the small cafe that Video runs. Isn’t super close with him, but Censor still enjoys his company regardless. Has fun messing around and annoying Video along with someone else down this list

Zero (Blue)- Zero has long since forgiven Censor for his misdeeds. They have a heart of gold, and want to see the good in the big guy. They try not to think about his show, as they are disturbed in knowing that people “willingly” get themselves killed on TV.

Will always be happy to cook up dinners for Censor when he visits

Flash (Yellow)- super close with Cens, best buds. Has also forgiven and is moving on.

They are constantly doing irresponsible things for the thrill and the fun of it, with Censor having several viral videos where he accidentally kills himself during these stunts. Flash finds them hilarious.

Video is wholly unamused by their shenanigans (but in an affectionate way). He is the target of many pranks and jokes at the hands of these two.

Relationships Continued (NOT MY OCS):

Gamma ( @notscribblous )- Used to be the bane of his existence, now is the love of his life. Is Censor’s “canon” husband, has gone through several timeline loops in which he went from despising the guy to being head over heels. Enemies to lovers is peak

Ray ( @notscribblous )- Despite Censor not wanting to be a dad, he’s ended up taking the role as a guardian, and he’s a pretty good one at that. But he will absolutely not accept the title of “dad” or “parent”.

He’d burn down cyber city to ash if it meant she was safe and happy.

BB (SeeingIsBeleiving)- DIE DIE DIE KILL. He will make sure BB’s life is hell when he’s around, even if he’s completely outmatched

Gary ( @maggyoutthere )- It’s complicated, don't ask

Schmuck ( @dr-angel23 )- he’s strange even by Censor’s standards, but doesn’t mind the little guy.

Extras:

-his magic attacks are extremely limited, which is why most of his battle tactics would be physical based. That and he usually resorts to teeth and claws to fight

-Cannot exist in a snowgrave route, only ever in a normal NEO battle

-Acts like he has cartoon physics. He, in fact, does not.

-kinda stupid

-actually really stupid

[canarysage]

PSDs For Dummies <3

— as written by a dummy

hello dear readers and welcome back to canarysage, the world’s least comprehensive tutorial blog. today, we’re back at it again with photopea for dummies, and we’re tackling something i probably should have done first: psds.

example psds are: 1 (@cutesiplushi) 2 (@didlivio) & 3 (@lumieron)

what is a psd?

excellent question, dear reader! psd stands for photoshop document, and it’s a type of file format (like .png or .gif) that allows you to store a project’s individual layers! it’s a file format that, for obvious reasons, is exclusive to photoshop and photopea.

in editing circles, psd has become shorthand for filter. people use psds to save configurations of adjustment layers that are then used to filter images consistently, without having to remake them every time. when someone posts a psd, they’re posting a folder (hopefully it’s in a folder) with their specific set of adjustment layers for anyone to use!

where can i get psds?

right here on tumblr! check your favorite edit blogs, as they may have posted some, or search ‘free psd’ or ‘psd coloring’ in the search function. tumblr doesn’t allow you to upload psds directly, so you’ll be redirected to a site outside tumblr. probably either deviantart, google drive, or ko-fi, all of which are easy to use. deviantart requires you to have an account to download anything (luckily, an account is free!) and ko-fi may require you to pay money. google drive doesn’t have a search function in and of itself, but it’s extremely easy to download off of.

also, shameless self plug, but i post psds right here on canarysage! i personally use deviantart, but again, an account is free. if send me an ask, i may be able to provide you with a google drive link, if you ask really nicely (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

and of course if you don’t want to use someone else’s psd, you can always make your own.

how do i use a psd?

once you have a psd of your choice downloaded, open up photopea! or photoshop, if you’re rich like that.

once you open photopea, click this here button right in the middle of the screen, the one that says “open from computer”

from there, go to choose files and open up your psd! depending on from whom you got it, psds will look different once you open them. i’m using one of my own as an example.

you can see there’s two layers in my psd, a folder, and an image. the image is just for me so i know which psd this is once i save it—i like to save all my psds with images of real people so i know how it looks on moodboards or stimboards.

the folder is the important part here, that’s where the adjustment layers are contained. to transfer a psd, you can either go to file > new

which lets you start an entirely new project, or you can open an image using file > open

which will give you the image you selected.

as an aside, if you’re opening a psd and you already have a project in progress, make sure to click file > open and not file > open & place, as open & place won’t give you the adjustment layers.

then to move the folder, go to layer > duplicate layer into while having selected the folder (just tap on it, that will make it a lighter gray to show it’s selected) and duplicate the folder into whatever your image is

i’m moving mine to a random image of honami i found which is why it’s named like that. once the folder’s duplicated into your project, go over and take a look!

you should now see something like this! ensure that the folder is on top, as otherwise the adjustment layers won’t work.

here’s the difference between the unfiltered image and the image with my psd!

to save images in photopea (like i did just now) go to file > export as > (your preferred file format)

which will pull up something like this

i recommend either saving as a png (for still images) or as a gif (for… gifs) but that’s up to you! in order to save a psd, go to file > save as psd! that will save your project to your device

bear in mind that tumblr doesn’t accept psds as a file format, so if you’re going to post an edit, you have to save it as something else. also, don’t just save other people’s psds and claim them as your own—psds take a lot of time, effort, and skill, like any other art form.

can i make my own psds?

100% yes! i can’t give you a step-by-step process unfortunately, as there really is no one way to make psds. i recommend familiarizing yourself with adjustment layer and seeing what works.

shameless self plug again, but you can check out my other posts in this series to find out about some of the adjustment layers!

basically, i like to think of adjustment layers as a few different categories. light/darkness adjustments (ie: brightness/contrast, levels, curves, exposure, black & white, and threshold to a certain extent.) saturation adjustments (vibrance, hue/saturation.) color adjustments (hue/saturation, color balance, photo filter, channel mixer, selective color, gradient map depending on how you use it, and replace color.) and also, miscellaneous (posterize, which gives your images a pop-art crunchy kind of effect, invert, which… inverts your colors, and color lookup, which is a set of filters unto itself)

how you utilize adjustment layers is up to you! i personally like to use a variety and see what happens, my personal favorites being channel mixer, photo filter, and hue/saturation. you can also utilize blending modes (shameless self plug again,) or opacity.

if you have no idea where to start, you can look at other people’s psds to see their process. don’t copy or steal, for obvious reasons, but you can toggle layers on and off and see what happens and what each layer does.

making psds isn’t as intimidating as it sounds, you just have to start a project and start creating! it gets really fun once you get the hang of it (*'▽'*)

i don’t edit with photoshop or photopea, can i still use psds?

short answer: nope!

long answer: if you want use psds but you’re super used to ibis paint or whatever you currently use, have no fear! you don’t have to switch all your editing to photopea. you can make your main project in ibis or whatever as normal, then upload it to photopea and add a psd.

you can also make perfectly fine filters in ibis paint in your own right, with enough tweaking. there’s also apps such as polarr and picsart which come with filters, but i’ve never used them so i’m unable to vouch for how they work.

do i need to use psds when editing?

nope! psds are 100% optional. they’re a style like anything else—some people prefer them and some people don’t. it’s up to you.

did you genuinely write 1178 words answering questions no one asked?

yep.

what if i have a question you didn’t answer?

feel free to shoot me an ask! i don’t mind explaining further, and i promise i don’t bite. as with anything, this is just meant to explain to anyone who needs assistance—photopea for dummies by a dummy, after all. we can be confused together!

are you done now?

i am! congratulations for reading this far!

yours truly, canarysage

[dp-marvel94]

Real -Chapter 2

Summary:

While hiding from his parents in Gotham, an ill-timed encounter with his neighbor, Jason, has Danny pretending to be his own twin. Fortunately for Danny, the more he pretends the easier it gets. Until he is not pretending at all. Or: Danny names a duplicate and via ghost logic, said duplicate ends up becoming real.

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Danny stays duplicated as long as he can. He stays awake long into the night, talking at Jamie more than with him. Still, words do come, slow and few and unsure as they are. And greater still… somehow, impossibly, the conversation is not just Danny’s own thoughts repeated back to him.

“You can take the mattress if you want,” Danny offers, his eyes growing blurry, fighting sleep. “I’ll take the couch.”

Danny wakes some time later, alone in his apartment. Jamie is gone. Or… may his duplicate is not. 

The half ghost frowns down at his own chest, brow furrowed at a novel sensation. A tiny spot of cold, just below his core. It seems to swirl and pulse, dimming and brightening.

Danny gasped, an awed surprise. He can… feel Jamie. The other is still there.

But… for just a moment, anxiety steals his breath. The feeling almost reminds him of being overshadowed. Pointdexter pulling him from his body, contorting his face. One of Vlad’s clones forcing him to transform, electricity searing his veins. Fear stabs at his core.

And the feeling echoes back to him.

“Jamie would not.” The words are in Danny’s head but they are not his.

Despite the fear, the words also ring with sincerity. And as unsettling as the foreign thought should be, Danny is comforted, no longer afraid.

“I know you wouldn’t.” Danny tries to reassure. He rubs where the cold spark is nestled just below his sternum, as if he can comfort the… not a duplicate. 

The half ghost corrects himself. “You’re not a duplicate. You’re…” He speaks, knowing Jamie can hear. “A clone, I guess. Like Ellie. Just… not strong enough to have your own body all the time.”

A whisper of sadness, of disappointment comes at the words.

“Give me a bit of time to recover and we’ll try again.” Danny soothes.

The pattern continues. Danny duplicates again, pulling Jamie back out into reality. Each time, he feels one of the gossamer threads connecting them break. 

The two do chores and try to cook together. Jamie’s movements are slow, requiring much verbal instruction. The twins watch tv or read, though the younger’s understanding is slow and often incomplete, like a lagging computer. Danny and Jamie play card games like go fish. The clone often stares at the card with brow furrowed, as if struggling to connect the number on the card to its verbal partner.

And yet, each struggle is a joy as Danny discovers more of his brother. Jamie is growing more confident, more sure. His words and actions quicken as his personality takes shape. The clone has his own likes and dislikes, his own opinions. At first unsure, mild, emotions half-hearted. But… those too, those new found emotions, are strengthening.

About two weeks after that fateful conversation with Jason, their neighbor knocks on their door. Danny jerks his head at the noise, eyes fixed in equal surprise and panic; he hadn’t heard anything from Jason since that day, had half-thought that the man gave up on getting him to open up after that chilling conversation.

“Coming!” His voice cracked, stepping towards the door.

Frantic, Danny reached, mind and arm, to Jamie. It is easy and automatic, the impulse to put on the act, to prepare to pilot a duplicate,.

But the clone slaps his hand away, scowling. “Do not control.”

Danny blinks, realizing. He’d been meaning to puppet Jamie, like he was just an empty shell. His stomach twists with the violation. “Sorry.” He blushes, shamed.

“It’s fine.” The other just waved him off, though Danny can feel his annoyance buzzing through their connection.

And for just a moment, Danny marvels at it; earlier Jamie would have been afraid if he had tried that. But now… the response of anger, something so much stronger and solid. His twin’s ability to feel is growing. A thing of awe.

Jamie raises a brow, pointing at the door. And Danny shakes away the feeling. “Okay.” He breathes out. “Be cool. We’ve got this.”

Danny opens the door to let Jason inside and for the first time, their neighbor meets the real Jamie, though unbeknownst to him. 

Jason invites the twins back to his apartment, offering fresh tamales. And in turn, Danny and Jamie offer a version of the truth.

“What do you think of metas?” Danny starts hesitantly.

Jason raises a brow. “People are people. I don’t care as long as you aren’t using  powers to hurt other people or yourself.”

The older half ghost lets out a breath. “There was… an accident.” Danny bits his lip. “After I… we could do things we couldn’t before. We hide it from Mom and Dad.”

“They… aren’t good people.” Jamie adds. “Hate people that aren’t normal humans, alway think they’re right.” 

“They found out and did not react well.” Danny frowns, aimlessly rubbing his shoulder where his mom had shot him as he escaped.

“So we ran away. And ended up here.” His clone finishes.

For a long moment, Jason silently frowns, brow wrinkled with worry.

Danny’s eyes widen in alarm. “You’re not going to call CPS, are you? Or the police?”

“No.” The man shakes his head. “Damn kid. That all sucks.”

“Yeah.” Jamie shrugs, head falling.

“What are you going to do?” Danny swallowed.

Jason sighs. “I know someone that works at the Wayne Meta-human Support Foundation. Maybe they can get you some funds so you can quit those shitty coffee shop jobs and go back to school.”

“But it’s almost summer!” Jamie complains at the idea of going to school.

Danny tries to hide his side-eye, surprised at his clone protesting on those grounds of all things.

“You could start in the fall. Gotham schools are shitty but they’re better than not graduating at all.”

“Or they could attend Gotham Academy.” Damian’s scoffing voice cuts in.

The twins flinch at the same time, both looking towards the window where the boy’s voice came from.

“What are you doing here?” Jason’s voice carries a scowl.

Meanwhile Danny blinks, brow wrinkling in confusion. “Did you climb up the fire escape?”

Damian just tsks. “You were not answering your phone. Richard needs both of us for a project.”

The older brother sighs. “Give me a minute, Dames.” Jason turns to the half ghost and his clone. “Think about what I said.” He scribbles something on a piece of paper, handing it to Jamie. “This is Duke’s number. He’s Damian’s foster brother. B ended up fostering him through the meta-human foundation. He can tell you more about it.”

“Okay, we’ll think about it.” Jamie looks up, smile sincere through the palpable worry.

Jason gives an approving nod, then stood expression shifting. “I am glad you’re feeling better, kid.”

“What’s that mean?” The clone asks, nosing wrinkling with just a bit more plain confusion than offense.

“You were sulking the last time we talked, didn’t speak a word to me or Danny. But you look better today.” The man claps his shoulder. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you speak this much.”

For just a second, Jamie hazards a look at Danny, a flicker of uncertainty. His eyes return to Jason. “It’s been an interesting two weeks. But we’re doing better.”

The man apparently catches the shared look. “I’m glad you worked out whatever that was.” From the window comes another tsk. “I’m coming, Demon Brat. And maybe this time let’s use the door like a normal person.”

Jason and Damian leave. Danny and Jamie return to their apartment. And Danny’s eyes soften, studying his twin with new eyes. 

“What?” The other raises a brow.

“You do look better.” Jamie looks more solid somehow, more present in a way that Danny knows is invisible to a normal human. The clone smiles softly, the crease of his lips unquestioningly real. And the light in his eyes… “I’m so happy you’re here.” The spark is brighter than ever.

Jamie shrugs. “This was your doing.”

“Yeah, I’m the one who made a duplicate. But,” Danny chuckles. “I have no idea how you’re real.”

For a second, an expression flickers on the clone’s face. It ripples through their bond, an emotion that Danny does not quite understand. Something like self-doubt…

“Can we watch a movie?” Jamie cuts in with unusual earnestness. “The one with the clown fish?

“Yeah.” Danny blinks, his twin’s subdued feeling dismissed by surprise; Jamie actually asking for something was a pleasant first.

Another afternoon and night with his twin. Jamie manages to surprise him with a joke. To bright giggles, Danny discovers where his brother is ticklish. The clone learns to reciprocate. But the separation still only lasts until Danny falls asleep. 

“We need to try something else.” The half ghost groans into his hands in the morning. “There’s gotta be some way for you to last longer than me nodding off.”

“It lasted longer than you falling asleep.” Jamie’s voice in his head answers.

“What?” Danny blinks in surprise, head jerking up.

“You fell asleep. Half an hour alone, then gone.” The words are said almost casually, as if the clone hadn’t thought to mention this until just now. He probably hadn’t.

“Jamie, it’s on your end. The problem’s on your end.” There is no annoyance in the words, just excitement, a newly blooming hope. “That’s it! Next time, you need to pull yourself away from me.”

“But… that’s not… not possible.” Jamie stammers the words, doubt radiating.

“Sure it is!” Danny stands, motioning emphatically. “Let’s try it now.”

For half an hour, Danny stumbles through an explanation of how to duplicate. The cold spark that is Jamie churns anxiously, flailing feebly and at random.

“Can’t do it.” The clone grits out, frustrated just as Danny’s body flickers intangible.

Danny rubs his sternum comfortingly. “Dude, you just managed to turn us intangible.” A proud smile quirks his lips. “Maybe we can start with basic powers. You can overshadow me, for the lack of a better word. We’ll work up to actually duplicating.”

Jamie does not respond with words. Still Danny feels his misgivings.

“It’ll work.” The half ghost reassures. Just then his phone alarm goes off. “Actually… I guess this will have to wait until after work.”

“Good.” The clone huffs. “Tired.”

The exhaustion is almost palpable, though distinct from Danny’s own energy level; he feels quite well rested. “Go to sleep then.” He encourages. “I’ll wake you up when I get home.”

Jamie hums a sleepy good night into Danny’s mind. His cold spark seems to condense, the churn of its energy slowing into something almost solid.

The half ghost hums questioningly, for just a moment wondering. Is that Jamie’s core, trying to form? Danny prods his own, a discrete spherical ball of energy in the center of his being. It would be solid, in the same place as his heart if he was in ghost form. Now though it is phased just out of reality, in the same dimension his body slips into when he turns intangible.

Jamie’s spark is just as intangible; he can’t actually feel it if he presses down with his fingers. But the energy is diffuse, always churning faster or slower in seemingly random circuits.

Danny’s phone alarm rings again and he dismisses the thought. He does have to get to work after all.

Danny does not have to wake up Jamie when he gets home, as the clone quietly mutters into his thoughts on the bus ride home.

“Did you sleep well?” The half ghost asks silently.

“There were pictures.” Jamie muses. “Riding a dinosaur, petting a kitty. Ice cream. Brain freeze.”

Danny just manages to hold back a chuckle. “You were dreaming.” This is an exciting first. “Do you remember what dreams are?”

A hum of confirmation. “Remember Danny dreams.”

“Do you remember some of my dreams?” That’s not surprising; talking to Jamie over the past two weeks had revealed that the clone shared many of his memories.

“Yes.” A fearful shiver. “Plasmius is scary.”

And now Danny feels guilty, his stomach churning with feeling. He’s giving Jamie his nightmares, his trauma just by the nature of what the clone is. And he made the decision to pull him into the mess that is his life.

“Want to exist.” Jamie reminds him, prodding his core with a measure of comfort, despite the lingering chill of fear.

“Yeah. We already decided, didn’t we Jamie?”

Another buzz of agreement.

When they arrive back at the apartment, Danny and Jamie get started on their practice.

“Don’t be nervous.” Danny reassures, already feeling Jamie’s hesitation. “I trust you.”

The half ghost coaxes his twin into the driver’s seat. “You need to stretch. It’s like… oh man, is this gonna sound weird… my body’s a suit of clothes and you need to stretch to fill it. Just… move it like it was your own body.” He chuckles awkwardly. “It should be easier than my first time overshadowing someone. We look exactly the same.”

Danny breaths, letting himself retreat into the back of his own mind. Anxiety pours from Jamie, buzzing across their connection. But the clone does as instructed. 

Vertigo overtakes Danny as the two seem to switch places. His body gasps without his permission. The body wobbles, falling to its knees. 

Distantly, Danny feels his chest heave. A moan rises in his throat, slowly morphing into stuttering letters. But his tongue is awkward. It clips his teeth, earning a hiss of pain.

Danny soothes the clone piloting his body. “It’s okay. Just breathe.”

Jamie does so. Slowly, finally. “You’re so heavy.” The shaky words exit his mouth.

The half ghost would blink in surprise if he had use of his eyes. “Really?”

The clone has no response. Instead, he shakily pulls the body to its feet. He stumbles a few feet forward, nearly falling over the kitchen counter. The hand pricks a knife Danny really should have put away before now. With a gasp, Jamie jerks the fingers away. 

Again, the body ended up on the floor. Overwhelmed, the clone pants. But… slowly, the anxiety shifts. A shakily hand rises to the face, eyes fixed on the red blood welling from the fingertip. 

“It’s okay.” Danny tries to reassure. “We’ll wrap it up and it’ll heal.”

But that was not what had the clone captivated. “Heavy. Blood…” Shakily, the other hand rises to the chest. “Heartbeat. Hu… human. This body… is human.” Again, Jamie looks at the sluggishly bleeding finger. “Danny is.. Is human.”

So much surprise, confusion screams into Danny’s mind. But he does not understand why; what has his twin so freaked out?. “Yes, I’m human?”

“But… Jamie doesn’t…. This isn’t….” The clone pinches his eyes closed, straining for words. “Jamie is… is a ghost. Yes? A ghost, not… not human.”

“Oh.” Understanding dawns. “I guess you are. A ghost I mean.” Anytime Danny duplicates, the secondary body is made of ectoplasm, a ghost even if the appearance is human. Of course Jamie is the same. “No wonder this freaked you out.” Guilt pricked at his core. “Sorry, Jamie. I should have thought about how weird being human would be for you.”

Jamie does not respond for a long while. A tangle of emotions vibrates through the twins’ connection. Too many for Danny to parse, but the strongest… 

Finally the eyes open, head shaking. “Is… is Jamie supposed to be human too?” Something like guilt rises through the words. 

The feeling of inadequacy is enough to break Danny’s core. “Jamie. Jamie, my baby bro, little twin, clone of my own core.There is not supposed to be here. You are supposed to be exactly what you are. Full ghost or halfa, I don’t care. I just want you here, by my side.”

Jamie nods, tears rising in his eyes. “Better practice then.”

“That’s my Jamie.” 

[slytherinshua]

DECKS THE HALLS : slytherinshua's holiday/3000 follower event.

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note : so we are not quite at 3000 followers yet BUT we are 19 away as i type this (now officially surpassed 3k!!!!!!!!), so i decided to just post this event not as a joint holiday and milestone celebration because i'm super excited about this !! thank you so much for 3k, i love every single one of you and hope that you will enjoy participating in this event and reading the fics that come out of it 🥹🥹🥹

rules : pick 1 idol from the list below along with 1 prompt. the idol list is organized in group name alphabetical order for easy navigation. after you have picked your idol and prompt, send in an ask with your request (ex. taehyun with #1, fresh flowers). i will cross off both lists as the requests fill up (no duplicate idols or prompts will be accepted, and no requests with multiple prompts listed will be accepted). a drabble will be written for as many requests as i can handle. you are welcome to send in multiple requests, but be aware that not all may be able to be completed. (i would appreciate if second requests be sent in a separate ask from the first ones so it's easy to keep track of). with all that being said, thank you so much for 3000 followers i love you all <3

disclaimer : there may not be every idol from a group on the list. this is either because i don't feel as confident writing for them, or i'm simply not as inspired to write for them as other members. it is not because i love the member less than the others.

ampers&one - na kamden, choi jiho, mackiah mercer, or kim seungmo

astro - lee dongmin, park minhyuk, or yoon sanha

cix - kim yonghee, bae jinyoung, or yoon hyunsuk

lucy - shin yechan, choi sangyeop, jo wonsang, or shin gwangil

mcnd - song minjae, no huijun, or bang junhyuk

nct wish - oh sion or kim daeyoung

nomad - hong doeui, shin kangsu, or jeong junho

onf - kim hyojin, lee changyun, lee seungjun, shim jaeyoung, park minkyun, or mizuguchi yuto

seventeen - wen junhui, jeon wonwoo, or xu minghao

sf9 - kim youngbin, lee jaeyoon, lee sanghyuk, baek juho, kim seokwoo, yoo taeyang or kim youngkyun

the boyz - kim younghoon, jacob bae, kevin moon, or choi chanhee

tomorrow x together - choi yeonjun, kang taehyun, or hueningkai

tws - shin junghwan, han zhen, or han jihoon

verivery - lee dongheon, jo gyehyeon, ju yeonho, kim yongseung, or yoo kangmin

victon - han seungwoo, kang seungsik, lim sejun, choi byungchan, or jung subin

wayv - qian kun, ten lee, or liu yangyang

&team - koga yudai, byun euijoo, nakakita yuma, asakura jo, takayama riki, or hirota riki

1 - fresh flowers

2 - sprigs of lavender

3 - folded laundry

4 - crackling fireplace

5 - bright snow

6 - shining northern lights

7 - minty breath

8 - smudged lipstick

9 - matching rings

10 - pastel sundresses

11 - wet swimsuits

12 - hand-knitted hats

13 - ripped boxing gloves

14 - matching tattoos

15 - unspoken promises

16 - dry aged wine

17 - freshly brewed coffee

18 - burnt toast

19 - smooth piano keys

20 - tear stains on a pillow

21 - warmth of skin

22 - gleaming gemstones

23 - ointments and bandages

24 - scarred hands

25 - cuts and bruises

26 - a sharp sword

27 - a rusty dagger

28 - a torn dress

29 - a velvet suit

30 - a stolen jersey

31 - a scuffed motorcycle helmet

32 - a computer screen’s light reflected onto skin

33 - a closet under the stairs

34 - a comforting embrace

35 - a hand-written birthday card

36 - a spell unknowingly cast

37 - a secret heir to the throne

38 - a hot bullet

39 -a favour done in secret

40 - a flood of memories once forgotten

41 - a flushed face and breathless body

42 - a hint of perfume

43 - an empty basketball court lit by street lights

44 - soap suds slipping down one’s shoulder

45 - combing a hand through one’s hair

46 - arms clasped around one’s waist

47 - hands chilly from the cold

48 - thumbs running over one’s jawline

49 - rain running down a cold cheek

50 - knots worked out of one’s shoulder

51 - waking up from a bad dream

52 - huddling under one blanket together

completed fics :

1 - hueningkai + gleaming gemstones

2 - wonwoo + arms clasped around one's waist

3 - jun + thumbs running over one's jawline

4 - jo + bright snow

5 - sangyeop + scarred hands

6 - minghao + a scuffed motorcycle helmet

7 - euijoo + a stolen jersey

8 - yudai + rain running down a cold cheek

9 - kangmin + a hot bullet

10 - yangyang + matching tattoos

11 - mackiah + pastel sundresses

12 - kamden + a favour done in secret

13 - sion + waking up from a bad dream

14 - hanjin + ointments and bandages

15 - jinyoung + smudged lipstick

16 - jihoon + a comforting embrace

17 - sanha + hand knitted hat

18 - yeonjun + folded laundry

19 - yuto + warmth of skin

20 - younghoon + combing a hand through one's hair

21 - jaeyoon + knots worked out of one's shoulders

22 - junho + wet swimsuits

23 - shinyu + burnt toast

[the-queen-and-the-king]

A little piece of paradise - 26

Summary: It's Aaron's last day as the director of the BAU and as an FBI agent, the time for him to say a few words about the people who worked for him all those years.

Characters: the BAU team

Contents: pregnancy (remember, Emily is still pregnant), angst, sadness, bad pun, mention of alcohol, but also pride and joy and smile.

This text will be an AU with a sudden canon-divergence. I wrote it when I was rewatching the show, so many chapters will be directly related to some episodes of season 4. There will be 28 chapters.

PS : English is not my mother language so they are necessarily mistakes. Sorry about that.

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Despite what Emily could tell, this week had flown by at the speed of light. Friday had finally dawned on him, and here he stood in this office he was about to leave, for the last time, in just a few hours' time. He had answered the last e-mails this morning before his entire mailbox was transferred to that of his successor. His weapons were returned to the federal armory, and his badge and plate were returned to the security center. In the days leading up to it, he'd already started clearing up, taking Jack's photos and creations home, his personal awards, a few trinkets, and the bottles he'd been given. Everything he now had to box up would go to a basement room dedicated to the belongings of agents who had left the department, before being destroyed: the plaque on his door, the display bearing his name on his desk, etc.

“Hotch,” called out a voice behind his back.

“Yes, I'm coming,” he said, turning to Derek. “All the current files are here.”

He pointed to the boxes piled up on the carpet, once stored in his cupboards, but whose arrangement he left to the free choice of the man who had just appeared behind him. It contained cases he'd handled jointly with Jason Gideon before they started recruiting other agents to help them. The co-founder of the BAU had disappeared without leaving any way of contacting him, so he was the only one left with a memory of these files.

“I put memos in all the ones where the suspect(s) are still at large. Same on the computer. The password is on the post-it under the keyboard and will have to be changed next week.”

 “Hotch…”

“You'll see how to cross-reference your session with mine with the IT. All the passwords for all the platforms are in the directory there,” he continued, pointing to the object in question. “If you can't read my handwriting, ask Dave or Emily, they're used to it.”

“Hotch…”

“Ah, yes, the duplicate keys to the cupboards and boxes are in Penelope's office,” he remembered, barely. “There's so much junk in her place that I figured it was the best hideout in the world. Anyone would give up before finding anything.”

“Hotch, it's all right,” Morgan interrupted, putting a hand on his bicep. “Besides, you've already told me all this three times since this morning.”

“Oh. Sorry.”

He had so much to think about and was so afraid of forgetting something essential in the rush to leave, that he was obviously harping on the same things. It had to be said, too, that there was nothing trivial about their profession, and his position remained a strategic one at the agency. Although JJ assumed his duties as a go-between for local authorities and journalists, he had kept the whole political and administrative side of the position to himself, and Derek couldn't do without it. As the man was not of the same character as himself, he had tried to slip in as many useful instructions as possible, so that he would not offend anyone, mistrust some or hesitate to lean on others. In short, that he doesn't fall into the traps in which he was once mired.

“I know everything's in tip-top shape, so I'm not worried,” assured the next manager, much more relaxed than he was. “And, just in case, I can give you a call.”

“Yes. And if I don't answer right away, leave me a message so I can call you back.”

“I know.”

“I already told you?”

“Yes,” he answered with a big smile. “Come to the meeting room, now. Everyone is waiting for you.”

While he worked out the final details, the rest of the team gathered in the conference room to organize their farewell party. Emily had gone to give them a hand and, looking at his watch, he grasped it had already been over an hour. An excruciating feeling seized his gut as he realized he'd never see this setting again for the rest of his life. He looked around and had the impression of discovering this office with a new acuity. It was as if he'd gone back six years and was setting foot here for the first time.

Then his brain reminded him that this place was only of secondary importance, that by quiting Quantico, he was losing even more. The vise tightened around his insides.

“… Derek, can I ask you a favor?” he began, fixing his gaze once again on his neighbor, who hadn't moved the entire time he'd maintained silence.   

“To take care of them?”

“… Yes.”

A knot was blocking his throat. His men and women, who had worked under him for so long, were clearly dearer to him than he had thought; by leaving, he was abandoning them to their fate, and a terrible tearing sensation opened his chest. He knew, however, that Morgan was naturally protective and caring, so he would always keep an eye on them.

“That was the plan,” he confirmed.

“Be very careful with Penelope and Spencer, they're more...”

“Sensitive than the others, I know,” he cut him off again. “I’m a profiler too. And I'll keep an eye on JJ and Emily who think they don't need any help, and on Dave who still sometimes forgets to play as a team.”

Derek understood that he was trying to delay the fateful moment when he would have to leave this room and never return. By taking the wind out of his sails, he could have given the impression of wanting to kick him out, but Aaron thought instead that he was more concerned about the people standing a few yards away, who were probably wondering what he was up to.

“Meeting room. Now.”

The giant sighed, took one last look at his desk and, with a lump in his throat, walked out to the side of the man who would take his place. He progressed to the room where, all those years ago, he had sat with his kinds around the round table, analyzing photos, coroner's reports, police, and sheriff's reports; where he had listened to their first hypotheses and made crucial decisions that had saved lives or, on the contrary, sacrificed them. This time, he wasn't getting ahead of himself on such a serious subject, but anguish pulsed through his veins all the same. He wasn't afraid of what awaited him there, he was only stressed because every step he took brought him a little closer to the exit and pushed the heavy page of his story within the FBI.

When he entered, he was greeted by a shower of confetti and cotillions, as well as cheers and applause. The whole team was smiling, gathered under a large banner thanking him. Emily, more pregnant than ever, was the only one sitting on a chair, but she clapped her hands as energetically as the others. A wave of heat surged up his torso and his eyes burned instantly. His vision blurred for a moment, submerged by incipient tears. His lungs suddenly constricted. His companion must have noticed his confusion, for she rose from her seat, reached over, and slipped her hand into his. A familiar, reassuring touch that immediately eased his anxiety.

“Th… Thank you,” he managed to stammer, after a long breath.

“No, we wanted to thank you for everything you've done for us,” counteracted Penelope, wiping a tear from her cheek.

“For what? Putting all of you in danger every day?” he ironized, gradually regaining his composure.

“No, that's the job of sociopaths,” JJ grinned.  

Derek had joined the rest of the group and they were all staring at him intently. This final reunion was a delicate moment for everyone, as they all knew that the next one wouldn't be happening any time soon – except on the day of the birth, which would take place in the coming weeks. So many memories and thoughts were running through the mind at the moment that it was difficult to untangle them all and extract what was important to talk about this day. The analyst was the quickest to jump in. 

“Thank you for hiring us despite our strange resumes. Thank you for trusting us all these years. And thank you for looking after us for so long,” she finished, crying, her voice strangled.

He had to hold back to keep from hugging her. It would come, but he had to wait a little longer.

“We're going to miss you,” confessed Spencer, barely audible. 

JJ and her neighbor nodded in unison in support of his words.

“I… I'm going to miss you too,” he said, struggling to control his emotions.

“I'll tell you all about it,” Emily declared, leaning towards him.

He smiled, amused. His partner's intention was to play down the situation, and this worked well enough to lighten the weight in his abdomen. Even with his past in the Bureau, she couldn't tell him the details of their investigations, which were all marked with the seal of confidentiality. On the other hand, she could expand on the hallway noises of the Quantico floors and thus keep him abreast of the latest gossip. Not that he was particularly fond of it, but it would save him from being completely left out when they next met.

He turned his gaze towards her, met her sparkling irises and warm smile, and was seized with a powerful urge to kiss her. But it was something they refrained from doing in public, even if the day's onlookers knew the nature of their relationship. Instead, he shook her hand briefly and she responded by imitating him. Then he turned his attention back to the group, more confident and ready to deliver the messages he'd prepared for each of his subordinates.

“… Thank you, all of you,” he began. “Thanks to you, JJ, for taking on half my work and for having the courage to face the pack of journalists all this time.”

The liaison officer immediately stiffened, and her eyes became misty. He tried to ignore it to get to the end of what he wanted to say.

“You… you do a terrific job and I challenge anyone to do it as well as you. Keep up the good work and take care of Henry and Will. The three of you will always be welcome at home.”

At first, the mother of the family tried to put on a brave face, as she was wont to do in front of the press, but tears quickly rolled down her chin. She stood straight as an I, but he guessed she wanted to hug him. But she knew he hated it.

“You're entitled to a hug, if you like,” he announced, aware that refusing it was cruel of him.

She rushed at him. Emily stepped aside to give her space and allow Aaron to have both hands free. JJ hugged him gently and whispered a “thank you” in his ear. A gentle warmth invaded him, and the unease that usually gripped his throat during this kind of embrace stayed in his corner, allowing him to enjoy the embrace to the full.

“Okay. You're all entitled to one hug each, no more,” he added nonetheless.

Everyone smiled, then JJ pulled away.

“This baby will be so lucky to have you for a dad.”

“We’ll see when they’re teenagers.”

The liaison officer laughed and stepped back to let him continue. His gaze fell on the youngest member of the assembly.

“Spencer, thanks to you for saving us hours of Internet research to find all the information you've got in there,” he said, pointing to his skull. “Thank you for your daily help and stay as you are. What you do is useful to society, don't let anyone make you think otherwise, even if you have the ability to do... whatever you want. And don't pay attention to anyone who might criticize your appearance or attitude. Tell yourself they're just jealous they don't have your brilliant mind.”

An expression of profound delight lit up Reid's youthful face as he straightened up. They'd spent so many evenings talking about everything and nothing before Emily came into his life that he knew these words would touch him and give him back the confidence he so desperately lacked. The big stile walked towards him but froze before doing anything. Neither of them enjoyed embracing – each for different reasons – but he spread his arms, offering him the choice of accepting or not. The multi-graduate finally gave in to temptation and snuggled up against his chest, taking refuge in his bosom as he had once done after being rescued from the clutches of Tobias Hankel. He even tolerated staying a little longer before breaking away from him and making room for the next.

“Penelope, you're probably the person I had the most trouble recruiting,” he admitted with a smile. “Not because I didn't want you, but because everyone above me talked me out of it. But I didn't listen to them...”

“Gosh!” said Emily, making everyone laugh. 

“… and I insisted until they gave up,” he recounted, still remembering the interminable tug-of-war he had back then. “I guess they wanted to see me fail, but I was more than happy to prove them wrong.”

A smile of pride marked the ex-hacker's plump face, as happy as he was to have proved that appearances were not to be trusted.

“Over and above the fact that you're the centerpiece of the BAU, without whom our results wouldn't be as good as they are, you are... you're an incredible person. In every sense of the word. Everything you do is amazing and out of the ordinary, and I think that's why none of us has lost faith in humanity yet.”

A general burst of laughter followed his reply. However, he meant it. Given what they saw on a daily basis, they would naturally become more and more armored over time, until they were no longer capable of appreciating the beauties of the world, or worse, imagining that no human being was worthy of their help. But with her altruistic and benevolent demeanor, she regularly reminded them that not everything in their fellow creatures was worth throwing away.

“As Spencer, stay the way you are. Keep piling knick-knacks all over your office, keep pulling out totally unexpected stuff when you're called, keep disregarding the Bureau dress code and, above all, keep taking care of all those people.”

The fleeting thought that he would no longer see her waiting for him at the elevator exit when they returned from their mission to check that they were in one piece crossed his mind, squeezing his heart.

“Emily said the BAU would fall without me, but I think it's all down to you. I… I probably wouldn't be the man I am today if you hadn't been there to remind me how to smile and laugh. In my own way.”

Penelope burst into tears, unable to make a move in his direction. So, it was he who took the few steps that separated them to take her in his arms. He'd feared she’d be ready to drop every week, but she'd often proved much stronger than he'd expected and, more importantly, had more than once pulled him out of the slump he'd naturally fallen into. She'd been there when he'd had to leave behind the house he'd bought with Haley, she'd been there again when he'd taken in stride the realization that the suspects' profile resembled his own, and so on. She had taken better care of him than he had of her. And her wacky retorts – which horrified Strauss – had always been the breath of fresh air and lightness they needed to endure the drudgery of their daily lives. 

“I love you so much,” she said, sniffing into his neck.

“Me too.”

“Keep smiling and laughing. In your own way.”

“Promise.”

She moved away from him, gave him a trembling smile as she cried some more, and rubbed his arm for a few seconds, as if to give him courage for what was to come. He then came face to face with Dave, who raised an eyebrow at him, his usual sneer at the corner of his lips. A curious sense of déjà-vu seized him. He hesitated and smiled.

“… Okay. It's a bit peculiar to tell you this when I've already done it a few years earlier when you were retiring.”

“It was a feint.”

Aaron laughed, in unison with the profilers around them.

“What I said then still stands, but I'll add that I'm glad you've joined this new version of the BAU. You'll be able to bring them the experience and cunning they're lacking.”

“I'll prepare a PowerPoint to train them.”

The group burst out laughing, more sensitive than ever to these humorous touches given the context.

“From now on, you're the oldest, and I'm counting on you to keep an eye on them.”

“Don't worry, I'll cover them in bubble wrap, so nothing happens to them.”

They laughed again, then both men fell into each other's arms, patting on their back. The manager thanked him in thought for not taking the moment too seriously. He had nothing to fear, however, as his mentor had taken care of him back then, in his own way, and would do so again with his cadets.

“Strauss is likely to be a little bored, so she'll be hanging around.”

“I've already planned to set wolf traps.”

“Perfect,” he commented, grabbing his shoulder.

Rossi distanced himself to allow him to continue his farewell tour. He came face to face with a visage he knew all too well.

“Agent Prentiss.”

“Agent Hotchner,” she replied with the same half-smile.

They watched each other for a long time, silently exchanging all the emotions they felt. There was undeniably a lot of love, but also tenderness and encouragement from the young woman. He also picked up on that characteristic little glow that suddenly motivated him much more to leave the premises.

“… We'll talk later,” he announced, his tone as neutral as possible.

“I can't wait,” she reacted, raising a mocking eyebrow.

“We're not disturbing you, aren’t we?” interjected Derek, grumpily.

“We’ll just talk. Right?”

“Absolutely,” confirmed Aaron, suppressing a smile.

The ex-policeman raised his eyes to the sky, triggering more laughter from his neighbors. The hilarity quickly subsided as everyone realized that it was now the next agency head's turn. The tensions between the two agents were no secret, and it was hard to know how the dialogue would turn out. The giant actually liked the officer a lot, more than he'd ever dare admit to him, and he had every confidence in his ability to take over; but he didn't know how he'd react to what he intended to confide in him.

“Derek…”

“Hotch.”

The Chicago native waited; arms folded across his chest. His neutral expression gave no clue as to what he was feeling at this hour. A deliberate impassivity that unsettled him somewhat. 

“… Uh… I know we've never had an easy relationship.”

“Whose fault is that?” he growled; eyebrows furrowed.

“Derek,” Penelope lectured him, slapping him on the shoulder.

“What? He's the one bugging me to get my texts justified!”

“And he would have stopped bothering you if you had,” Emily pointed out, challenging him with her eyes.

“And I would have done it if it had served a purpose.”

“Say it if we're in your way,” he interjected, eager to get on with things.

“Sorry,” they apologized in unison.

He knew why his lover had come to his defense. She had asked him, out of curiosity, why in fact he demanded that the paragraphs of his subordinates' reports be aligned to the right as well as to the left – a rule not imposed by the Bureau. All his men had fallen into step, one after the other, except him. He was the only one, in a spirit of contradiction, to have disobeyed him through. But it wasn't that important in the end.

“Anyway, as I was saying, we've always, more or less – and rather more than less – had a very complicated relationship. Conflicting, even,” he clarified lucidly. “But I know that behind those muscles and kicked-down doors lies someone who cares deeply for those closest to him. So, I know I'm leaving the team in very good hands.”

He had to pause, suddenly overcome by emotion. Talking to Morgan wasn't just talking to one of the first agents he'd hired, it was passing the baton to his successor. So, it was hard. Very hard.

“You've got a great sense of humor, women really like you and you've got a lot of charisma, but you're also organized, square and straightforward. You don't like injustice and you'll fight every case with the same determination.”

His opposite’s shell cracked, weakened by his sincere words. Derek had always sought recognition for his qualities, and until now, for a reason he couldn't explain to himself, he'd refused it. But now it was done, and his target had been moved. The unit manager outbid him, touching on a crucial point for him.

“You'll watch over them until the end. They can rely on you as they did on me before. Perhaps even more easily than with me.”

“Hotch…”

“Nothing to do with the fact that I'm inexpressive, it's just that you're smaller. It’ll be easier for them to lean on you.”

   Derek frowned, taken aback, and Aaron smiled at him.

“This joke sucks,” decreed his successor.

“Yes.”

They both laughed, as the others looked on moved and amused. He held out his hand and Morgan grabbed it to take him in his arms. The relief the titan felt spread to the spectators around him, and all the pressure that had reigned in the room a few seconds earlier vanished.

“Presents now!” exclaimed Spencer, ecstatic.

“Champagne first!” retorted Dave, serious.

“Don’t fight, we will take care of both,” he reassured them raising his hands.

And he put his words into practice, directing his attention to the center of the table occupied by a stack of wrapped packages. A bottle and some glasses stood by.

“That's my present!" trumpeted Penelope, pointing to the most colorful gift.

It was also the one with the most ribbon, the most glitter and heart stickers applied everywhere. He didn't know what was inside, but he had no doubts about its provenance.

“Yes, I… I guessed that,” he said repressing his urge to smile.

“We all did,” bounced Derek.

Everyone laugh, even the one concerned.

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I always wanted Hotch to have a proper end and a real scene for his departure from Quantico. Now, it's done. :)

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First chapter >> https://www.tumblr.com/the-queen-and-the-king/771016298484334592/a-little-piece-of-paradise-1?source=share

[ultimatetattletale]

Hi sorry I died for a while but I've been waiting for my computer to be fixed so I can draw pretty stuff again (yes it's taken like 6 months). Now please consider my thoughts on what animals different danganronpa characters would be

I tried to make sure there weren't any duplicates unless the characters are related and some of these I've put more thought into lol

Yasuhiro is a goat but like the fainting ones because it sounds funny and I can see him freezing up and falling over.

Junko and ikusaba are both chihuahuas because they're super cute but stereotypically people say they're little demons and that fits junko, she seems innocent but is just a big meanie. And I see ikusaba as being like a buff chihuahua who's all awkward but could eat you alive.

Makoto and Komaru are ferrets, ferrets need other ferrets for inrichment and that's basically makoto he wants friends to be happy. Also I think ferrets are very silly, I have 4 named noodle, little man, chonk, and rebel (like Starbuck).

Kyoko is a cat, I felt like a cat could match many different characters but I believe that she fits a cat the most. Cats are cute but pretty solitary also I think it matches with the fact she isn't very scary compared to some characters (ik she's like mysterious type scary and stone cold but I think she's a cutie).

Fukawa is a skunk bc she's stinky.

Byakuya is a cheetah and I thought about this quite a bit, I had a few different ideas on what to pick but honestly I think since he's blonde he's obviously a cheetah!! Duh!!

Asahina is an otter bc swimming and cute.

Sakura... I had so much trouble deciding this one ommmgg 😭 I was thinking about bigger animals and like martial arts and I was thinking about a gorilla and how they like punch their chests. It's the best I could come up with.

Leon is a weasel because I could see a weasel trying baseball and not liking it very much.

Sayaka is a panda because people love pandas and I could see a panda singing pop music.

Chihiro is a bunny because cute and small, also he's like Judy hops cuz he and her wanna prove they're stronge or smth 💪🏻

Mondo is an alligator bc grrrr scary 🐊

Hijumi is a walrus bc his lips kinda look like a walrus and he's chunky like a walrus, I thought of a hamster too but I thought it fit another character better.

Ishimaru I can see being a Labrador dog bc he's a silly little guy. He'd be the dog that barks at flys.

Celeste is a fruit bat bc vampire bat is what she wishes she was so she tries to be scary and goth but she's just a cute fuzz baby.

Nagito is a wolf bc he's literally wolf in sheep's clothing but he's also kinda cute.

Hajime is a panther who doesn't know how to be a panther, he tries to be a house cat.

Teruteru is a mouse bc ratatouille but I wanted him to be a mouse bc they're smaller and I think someone else fits the rat better.

Twogami I was thinking maybe a pig who wears cheetah fur or smth, like he wears the animal skin of what he's imitating.

Pekoyama is a gazelle bc they're coooool.

Mahiru is a red panda cuz they're small and cute and red like her hair

Soda is a rat bc I can imagine him being a sewer rat who smells bad in his silly little jumper.

Sonia is a swan bc they're elegant and pretty like a princess.

Fuyuhiko is a honey badger bc they're not very big but they give 0 fucks abt anything.

Tanaka is a Vulture and everyone's like 'whaaat a vulture taking care of hamsters???? Craaazy he'll eat them' but really he loves his little guys and would never.

Nekomaru is a lion bc team work and big.

Akane is a jaguar bc big and grrrr.

Chiaki is a sugar glider bc tiny and cute.

Saionji is the basilisk bc I can see her Jesus running on water.

Ibuki is a parrot bc caawww and repeating people and singing bird.

Mikan is a possum bc they faint when scared and that's funny haha but also I think they're cute.

Kamukura is a panther but he knows how to be a panther and doesn't wanna be a house cat like Hajime.

Shuichi is a coyote bc he ain't a big wolf but he isn't a tiny dog, he's like in the middle and he's adaptable I'd say.

Kaede is a spider monkey cuz they're like very social but can be aggressive and I think kaede is a more bold but friendly character (ignoring pregame)

Amami is idk!!! I thought about it alot and I stuck with a tortus or a super chill deer.

Maki is like a black mamba cuz they're fast and when I think of an assassin I think of snakes. Also I believe black mambas aren't super aggressive unless bothered and I think this applies to Maki. She isn't aggressive really for no reason she might be sassy sometimes but she isn't gonna throttle you for no reason at all.

Himiko is a dove bc magician.

Kiibo is a chicken bc it made me think of the robot chicken TV channel thing.

Tsumugi is a fox bc cute and pretty but sneaky and will probably give you rabies.

Kirumi is an owl because she seems wise and owls are usually depicted as wise in media.

Ryouma is a poison dart frog bc tiny but will kill you with his tennis balls.

Korekiyo is a giraffe bc tall and lanky.

Tenko is a mongoose and honestly idk why I couldn't think of anything else except maybe that lizard that's like only girls and reproduces asexually so they're all female lizards.

Angie is an African wolf dog bc they work really well when hunting and it would be her little cult of dogs.

Kaito is a border collie bc they're really smart but cute and people always assume they're dumb but they're very smart and everyone says Kaito is dumb but honestly he's gotta be smart to be an astronaut.

Kokichi is a racoon bc he's a trash panda who would also give you rabies.

Miu is a pelican bc she has a big mouth and doesn't shut upppppp!!

Gonta Is an eleghant bc usually elephants are pretty chill and they're suuuuper cute and big.

OK thanks for listening to my Ted talk I might post drawings of chiaki soon bc she's my favorite female danganronpa character and I love her

[declutterbug]

decluttering your phone

this is a device that we use on the daily, so it only makes sense that it should be uncluttered and able to serve the purposes that we need it for most. :)

camera roll

delete duplicate photos, or photos that are similar to each other

go through your screenshots and delete everything that is no longer needed or looked at

if you have any photos that you've been saving to print out, go ahead and do that now or add it to your todo list.

videos: we often video a moment to keep the memory, and then forget the video ever exists. videos suck up a lot of storage on your phone: evaluate which ones are important to you, and trash the rest.

create albums: make it easier on yourself to find a specific image or video, rather than spend time scrolling through every photo you've ever taken to get to it.

apps

delete any unused social media. in fact, try to delete used social media as well. often, viewing social media on a computer instead of a phone will reduce your screen time and wane down your social media habits.

delete shopping apps that aren't used regularly! especially if these apps send marketing notifications that tempt you to spend money.

get rid of mobile games! especially if they're old downloads that you no longer play.

delete old alarms and timers in the clock app that you don't use

email

delete old emails, whether they're communication emails or marketing emails. you don't need all 100+ emails sitting in your inbox, make room so that you can easily see current communications and future emails

unsubscribe from marketing emails! you don't need junk emails from every website that you've ever entered your email. keep the few email subscriptions that you genuinely read/browse, and delete the rest. there's no point in staying subscribed to emails that you end up deleting without viewing.

purge old notes from your notes app. old grocery lists, no-longer-relevant-notes, and things you never look at. clear them out so you can easily view the lists that you do need.

notifications

not every app needs your attention. turn off notifications for mobile games, shopping apps, social media, anything that is constantly buzzing your phone that either gets swiped away or causes you to pick up your phone and spend hours scrolling or shopping.

contacts

anyone you haven't talked to in years and can't think of a reasonable answer to why you would need to message them again, delete it. you don't need to swipe through people you'll never talk to again to get to the ones that you do talk to. less people to accidentally butt-dial.

clear up contact names: if it isn't clear to you who the person is based on the name (ex: "girl from mat class); fix it or delete it.

messages

delete old text threads. they take up more space than you'd think, and if you don't talk to the person or reference the conversation, it can be ridded of without a second thought.

any messages with an ex-friend or ex-partner, delete them. especially if you find yourself looking back at the messages every once in a while- it will help your mental health not to linger on them.

go through any notifications that you've missed or neglected before

overall

delete browser tabs. just because you say you'll look at it again later, doesn't mean you will. i had tabs open for years that i never looked at again, despite telling myself that i needed that information. if you absolutely need it, pin it for later. if you don't, hit that x.

change your phone layout! a refresh in life can be helpful, especially for a device you use daily. place apps that you use more regularly in easy reach, put groups of apps in folders- however you can make your phone more helpful and accessible for you.

[in-faithwe-conquer]

Shepard: [Seriously, I sound like that?]: How come nobody told me this before? I'm open to feedback here. Garrus: I'm not really one to talk, I've been told that I say "calibrating" more than a turian should. Kaidan: I'm gonna guess we've got an hour of air in here, tops. Shepard: Maybe it's: I should GO, I SHOULD go. "I" should go... Kaidan: Shepard! Hey! Why aren't you more worried about this?

[ Full transcript ⇩ ]

Kaidan: This can't be good. Shepard: Brooks! The vault sealed us in! Garrus: What about an override? Kaidan: Not seeing one. Shepard: Cortez? Brooks? Do you read? Is anyone on this frequency? Clone: The short answer is no. They're not. The longer answer involves your friends trapped in iridium vaults and forgotten for... well, forever. Shepard: Others know about this. About you. The Alliance will stop you. Clone: What do you think, Staff Analyst Brooks? Will the Alliance stop us? Brooks: I wouldn't know. I don't actually work for them. Shepard: [Who are you so I can end you?]: Who the hell are you? and do you really think I won't track you down? Brooks: My name doesn't matter. I never keep the same one for more than a few days. And if the Illusive Man hasn't found me yet, you never will. Shepard: You're Cerberus? Brooks: Was. Mr Illusive and I didn't see eye to eye. He's a ruthless madman, whereas I'm just ruthless. Shepard: Why not come to me? We could've worked together. Brooks: In a way we did. I'm the one who put together all those dossiers on your "suicide mission." Shepard: The collector base? Brooks: There was the salarian doctor, the asari justicar, the turian... Nice to have finally met you, Archangel. Garrus: Charmed. Brooks: They were all mistakes. We were a pro-human group who started looking to aliens for help. So I bided my time, and when I found another you who agreed... I woke her up. Shepard: [Why the deception?]: What was the point of it all? Brooks: All we really wanted was your Spectre code. - I got Shepard! - Spectre code accepted - But then you survived the hit and insisted on bringing your damned asari into it, so I had to tie up loose ends. Shepard: The arms dealer... Brooks: Elijah, it's me. We need to talk. Elijah Khan: What the hell's going on? I swear if those guns get tracked back to me... Brooks: They won't. But then your sex bot just had to go and recover the data, So here we are: forced to... contain the situation. Shepard: [I will end you]: Fair warning: nobody who's betrayed us has ever survived. Garrus: And yet, oddly, they keep trying. Shepard: You two may think you're clever. And yeah, you were-- just a bit-- but clever doesn't beat a bullet. And yeah, maybe I am trapped in here, but don't get comfortable. Because the bull's eye on your back is getting bigger by the second. Brooks: That sounds very dramatic. And if someone like, say, Commander Shepard made the threat, I'd be worried. But you're not Shepard. Not anymore. Clone: You had Miranda, I have her, Mine has more bite. Brooks: It was fun while it lasted. Shepard: What are you doing? Clone: Setting things right. Remember this? Asari Councilor: "You are the first human Spectre, Commander. This is a great accomplishment for you and your entire species." Clone: Except somewhere along the way you forgot about your entire species. You saved more alien lives than you have human. Shepard: I don't care what species they are. Every life counts, but maybe a clone wouldn't understand that. Clone: You know the one thing they can't duplicate? Our handprintprint. Life gives it its shape, not DNA... which is a problem. Computer, update Council records. Subject Shepard, human Spectre. Computer: Accessing record. Please input new data. Biometric identifier updated. Good day, Commander Shepard. Clone: Now, if you'll excuse me, the Normandy needs its captain, So... I should go. Brooks: Farewell, Commander. I guess this is where "legends" go to die.

Garrus: So that went rather well. Shepard: She said. "I should go." Do I sound like that? Garrus: Yeah, kinda. Kaidan: And now, maybe let's turn our attention to the impregnable vault we've just been sealed in forever. Shepard: [Seriously, I sound like that?]: How come nobody told me this before? I'm open to feedback here. Garrus: I'm not really one to talk, I've been told that I say "calibrating" more than a turian should. Kaidan: I'm gonna guess we've got an hour of air in here, tops. Shepard: Maybe it's: I should GO, I SHOULD go. "I" should go... Kaidan: Shepard! Hey! Why aren't you more worried about this? Shepard: Hm? Oh, Glyph, are you still out there? Glyph: Yes. Commander. Shepard: Unlock this damn thing, and go find the others, No one steals my ship. Not even me.

[asherashedwings]

my computer sucks ass please infodump about this pico game it sounds interesting

YIPPEE INFODUMP TIME 💥💥💥

Basically the game takes place 3 months after the events of Pico’s School, and Nene’s wanting to have a picnic with Pico and a few others. After a bit of convincing, Pico decides to attend. But when he gets there, he finds that no one is there, and a lone note sits on the ground

So Pico goes to save his friends (which consist of Boyfriend, Captain, Darnell, and Nene), who have all been locked inside a lab of sorts. The gameplay is just a simple point and click pseudo puzzle game with boss fights sprinkled in, just like the original Pico games

Along the way, we encounter guards, which I am assuming are Peniliens of some sort due to details revealed later (and also their horns/horned helmets, a trait only really belonging to the Peniliens in this series)

Remember those boss fights I mentioned?

Well, here’s those characters

First we have Fleet, a soldier for the Peniliens with a gun for and arm and duplication abilities.

His death at the end of his fight is one that is non-optional. Either Pico kills him or he shoots himself so Pico can’t get any information out of him.

This is me getting into theory territory, but note the goggles he’s wearing. It bares a pretty close resemblance to Hanzo’s. So maybe that means the night vision goggles Hanzo has are Penilien technology that Cassandra gave them.

Also, take note of Fleet’s duplication ability, that’s important for later.

Anyways, moving onto the next boss, we have Atomica.

She is likely some sort of bomb specialist (given her name and her literal use of them), and also possesses the ability to float.

After her boss fight, we learn that she’s actually an intern and doesn’t actually know any details as to what is going on. Her death IS optional, in which Pico can spare her due to her reminding him of Nene

If spared, she will help by releasing Darnell and Nene.

Then, the final boss fight: Conquest

Except that’s NOT a new Penilien character, is actually CASSANDRA in DISGUISE for SOME REASON??

But yeah, wanted to note Fleet’s duplication cuz Cass does the same thing, implying that either it’s just a Penilien ability and Fleet was also a Penilien OR I WAS RIGHT AND PENILIENS DO HAVE MAGIC THAT THEY CAN PASS ON TO HUMANS. CHAT ITS ALL COMING TOGETHER

Either option is possible tho

That is the end of my infodumping, I hope my rambling was enjoyable

[gammija]

I think Celia mentioned time travel at some point. Anyway, the cases and the narrative itself alluded more than once that Sam will be corrupted in some way ("Some of him") but what catches my attention the most and something that I think favors my theory in some way is the case deleted by Alice from his computer, where a Pakistani man is kidnapped by an older duplicate of himself to presumably another dimension.

Fair enough - now that you mention it i looked it up, and she did indeed name time travel as a topic she was researching 'for Georgie' along with dimensional travel and teleportation!

The theme I've been picking up on through the cases is less corruption, and more... separate identities, cognitive dissonance taken to extremes, but again, that's a matter of interpretation - but you send me this ask, so i assume you wanted to hear mine lol.

so i reread the relevant the case of the Pakistani worker (basically forgot that that one existed) and while I'm not convinced dimensional travel is what happened there, there IS a throughline of timey wimey stuff in there - with the writer's preoccupation with the date of their ritual, the ''end of history'', the foreman's comment about 'You never know what's coming,' and of course the older double appearing. Not to mention the fact that the Dome was in one of the anachronistic images in the ARG's forum.

So on that you've convinced me, I'll def be more on the look-out for future time travel hints! Still not vibing with Sam becoming An Archivist, but that's purely based on vibes... tbh the reason for any theory i do or don't ascribe to is at least 60% vibes

[ridiasfangirlings]

I'm sure this has been asked before, but it's on my mind! Imagine Fushimi from the past (specifically from when he just first joined S4) has been brought to the future. Post ROK Fushimi has been assigned to watch his former self even though he keeps trying to escape, but present day Fushimi knows all his tricks LOL. I imagine it'll also be weird for past Fushimi to see how well he fits in with everyone. Like he has a father figure king and clan mates he actually gets along with compared to HOMRA

This would be an interesting twist, since usually these asks involve Homra Fushimi or middle school Fushimi rather than newbie to S4 Fushimi, like he’s getting to see where he’ll eventually end up specifically in regards to the clan he assumed he would never get close to. Imagine Fushimi getting hit by the Strain power and when another Fushimi appears everyone initially assumes that Fushimi’s been like duplicated (the S4 boys worrying if this will mean double paperwork). Akiyama isn’t sure who to report to in order to relay a message from Homra who were supposed to be helping with the Strain capture, one Fushimi looks at him irritably like how should I know who you report to and anyway why would we be working with Homra and am I supposed to know your name yet. Akiyama’s momentarily hurt and then the other Fushimi clicks his tongue and tells Akiyama to give him the report, grumbling about how annoying this is. 

They manage to figure out that the other Fushimi thinks he’s only been in S4 for a couple months and so knows nothing of their current circumstances. Just in case it’s decided that Present Fushimi will keep an eye on Past Fushimi in the office, so that they don’t like accidentally change the past by letting him interact with Homra or the Silvers. Fushimi’s not the type who likes having things hidden from him though and imagine Past Fushimi keeps trying to sneak out to like hack into the computers for information, and keeps getting stopped by his older self who says he’s not going to let himself get beaten by a brat like his past self. Past Fushimi I feel would probably be pretty dismissive of the way Fushimi deals with his coworkers though, like Fushimi steps away for a minute to discuss plans for Strain capture with Akiyama and Past Fushimi snorts that his current self is unexpectedly worthless, letting other people do work for him as if he isn’t enough on his own. Fushimi calls his past self an idiot again, this is their job now and he’s not so much of a moron that he would do things himself when there are other people to make use of. 

Past Fushimi notes that his current self isn’t really ‘making use of them’ though, like he was being awfully friendly to Akiyama (for Fushimi values of friendly) and Past Fushimi also saw Hidaka stop by just to chat earlier without being chased away. Current Fushimi shrugs and grumbles that maybe he grew up a little, Past Fushimi scoffs that didn’t they think grown ups were useless and he can’t believe he eventually becomes one of those people. Past Fushimi’s also seen the way Munakata interacts with his current self and that’s another point of contention, isn’t this just a workplace and we’re not like that idiot Misaki, we don’t need to tether ourself to a King. Fushimi complains that was he this annoying when he started, stating that his younger self will figure it out eventually. Past Fushimi is all prickly and says it seems like Present Fushimi has decided to just forget all the things they learned, that this kind of ridiculous family atmosphere won’t last so how can you let yourself be comfortable here. Present Fushimi laughs quietly and says his other self will have to learn that on his own too, that maybe it’s not so bad believing in a place to belong.