#they're huge comfort OCs for me

[mittysins]

God I want to talk about my OCs.

👓Ham (Hamish) || He/They || 23 || Pregnant, works and lives with his aunt in a tabletop shop. Tattoo enthusiast, paints mini figures in his spare time and DMs in house games.

🍯Santiago || He/Him || 24 || Beekeeper, was separated from the rest of the group when he moved to Argentina in high school. Kind of an anxious mess but gets shit done, mostly relies on his barista job.

🌈Eggs (Lynn) || 24 || They/She || Nobody's goth girlfriend, Wild but sweet. The first to receive a food nickname, probably the closest with Ham.

🌻Basil || 22 || She/They/He || Renaissance child (all that art shit), works at an art supply store with her family. On some psychic twin stuff with her brother, resident cuddle bug.

🎭Clementine (Sebastian) || 23 || He/Him || Theater kid, the bitchiness spares nobody. Kind of confused, but he's really got the spirit and has so much love to give.

🔮Mariah || 35 || She/Her || Hamish's aunt, owner of Wyvern's Locket. Do no harm and take no shit, RAGING lesbian.

They're a group of friends who have been thick as thieves since middle school. That is, until Santiago unexpectedly moved away when his grandmother in Argentina passed away. Six years later he's back home, and everything is okay again. What Santi didn't know was that Hamish happened to be pregnant upon his return.

Feel free to send in asks about or even for them!!

[mythicalcoolkid]

I love the "glasses are disability" thing because it applies to basically every complaint abled people have about disability

"You're not even that bad, why would you get that?" Have you ever used a magnifying glass for small details or zoomed in on a picture

"Why do you have that accommodation TODAY?" Why do you wear reading glasses when you're reading

"It seems like your 'needs' are inconsistent." Yeah and you wear sunglasses when it's sunny and not all the time

"But you can technically walk without that." Yeah and if I put the page really close to your face you could read it, it would just hurt and be hugely impractical, inconvenient, and limiting

"But you COULD go without it all the time, you don't NEED it to live." And maybe you could technically see without your glasses, doesn't mean it's comfortable or practical day to day

"If you REALLY had a hard time seeing you would have glasses." Have you ever known someone who couldn't afford a new pair of glasses? Or eye appointments? Someone who needed vision therapy or special prism glasses? Someone whose vision only gets bad during migraines or seizures? Someone with astigmatism that glasses can't help? Someone who didn't qualify for LASIK?

"You only use it when you're out in public." Have you ever gotten up to use the bathroom at night without putting on your glasses

"Decorating it is just trying to get attention, and it's a medical device so stop glamorizing it." Do you hate any patterned or colorful glasses frames too? Art with characters who wear glasses? People who make OCs with glasses? Glasses chains, prescription sunglasses, aesthetic fake glasses with tinted lenses?

"There are secretly lots of people just using aids for fun and attention." There are secretly lots of people wearing fake glasses or colored contacts for fun and attention, it does not affect you

"We need to find fakers, they're stealing disabled resources!" Someone pretending to need glasses is "taking" a seat in the front from someone who might need it more. That sucks and they shouldn't do that. But I'm not going to scrutinize every person who wears glasses to see if I think they really need that seat. You personally are not the arbiter of who is (based on the random times you've seen them) secretly not disabled

"My friend has that and doesn't act like that." Does every pair of glasses in production, or even every pair close to your prescription, work for you? Is your vision identical to every other nearsighted person?

"If you can do X why can't you do Y? Some people with that can do Y."/"But if you have that how can you do X? People with that can't usually do X." Some people are nearsighted and some people are farsighted and some people are both. Some farsighted people can read some without glasses and some can't. And good distance vision doesn't mean you don't ever need glasses, it's just an entirely different reason you'd need glasses

"You're too young to need that." And there are young people who need bifocal lenses

"Why don't you use this DIFFERENT aid though, it would look like you didn't even have an aid." Why doesn't everyone in the world wear contacts

"Why can't I/my friend/my kid play with it?" Do you let random strangers and children try on your glasses at the grocery store

"I was just trying to help, I thought you'd need a push/you were in the way." Are you cool with me suddenly pulling your glasses off your face to clean them, or because the glare was distracting me

"You'll eventually stop using it though right?" Are you planning on no longer needing glasses someday

Disabled people are free to add

I am aware this is not a 1-to-1 perfectly accurate post. Do not come into the notes trying to "um actually this isn't a perfect comparison." I know. Just don't

[changisworld]

hellooo, can i request a needy reader having a wet dreams so she start humping chan's leg while they're both sleeping and reach her limit; until chan wakes up and as soon he notices her decides to take care of her by making her grind on top of him with their clothes still on?

- take your time <3

sorry for taking so long to reply to this but i’ve finally gotten around to writing this for you!! i hope you enjoy it<3

18+, MDNI!!

word count;1,256

original masterlist here

all asks, re blogs & comments are deeply appreciated!!

©ANY translation, copy & paste, posting of my work is strictly forbidden for ANY posts/ writing i post.

PSA FOR ASKS/REQUESTS: i WILL get around to posting everyone’s requests i’m just sorry if it takes a bit of time but whatever you request i’ll post it!! IM ALSO MAKING AN ANON LIST!! just send me anything & tell me what emoji u wanna be!<3

Warnings; consensual SLIGHT somnophilia, thigh grinding, pelvis grinding, slightly bossy channie, soft sexual acts, kissing, speaking of wet dreams, begging if you squint, Marking/kisses on neck, chans hand is around OC neck but it’s not rough

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Chan wakes up randomly throughout the night a bit too warm from being under the duvet so he tries to wiggle his arm free from under your head to take off his shirt. He throws it to the side & he wiggles himself back into the same position as he was in beforehand but you move, he thinks he woke you up..

You sleep curled up in a ball with chan spooning you, he likes to slot his leg in-between both of yours for the added comfort so for your ass to rub along his crotch or leg isn’t uncommon.

He begins to try fall back asleep again but you move again, he then realises his thigh feels wet?

He looks down & stares for a moment, waiting for his eyes to completely focus in the dark & that’s when he sees it, a small dark wet patch on his sleep shorts he is wearing, right where you cunt is laying on top of.

Just as he goes down to feel the patch, you move again but this time, let out a really low, slightly dazed whimper.

Chans head darts up to look at you, eyebrows raised

“y/n? baby you awake? did i wake you?

Chan asks, whispering while putting his hand on your arm & gives you a weak shake, but you don’t turn around. He sighs & flops back down onto his pillow & pulls himself closer to you to try fall back asleep but you just keep grinding against his leg, it was slow & irregular at first but by this point you’ve picked up the pace a bit & are letting out ragged breathes from your lips.

Chan is now wide awake & can feel himself growing in his shorts. He lets out a strong sigh & contemplates for a moment.

Somnophilia isn’t uncommon for you both & you have both heavily discussed it before, You’ve woken Chan up multiple times by sucking his tip or cupping his balls & you’ve woken up pleasantly surprised to chans head between your thighs or his fingers easing their way into you.

Chan thinks about it for a moment & he thinks it’s a good idea to help you with your issue.

He trails his hands down to your waist & puts a gentle but firm grip on your waist & he looks back at the back of your head, still sleeping, smelling & looking as beautiful as always, he pulls your hips slightly towards him before pushing back. You stir instantly & he pauses but you don’t wake up. He begins to make you grind against his leg but he himself feels a bit touch starved. he shuffles your shorts down your legs so it’s your bare cunt on his leg, then he slides his shorts down too so he can completely feel you.

He takes a ragged breath in once he feels how wet you actually are against his bare leg. He starts guiding your hips quicker & a bit faster against his leg & you are hot to the touch(which he finds as a huge boost to his ego) & you are still whining at either the dream or chan? he tells himself it’s because of him.

After a minute or so your legs subconsciously tighten around chans leg & he can tell your close but before you can bubble over, you jolt awake which gives chan a fright & he tenses his arm around you.

“y/n babe you okay?” Chan whispers to you, reaching over & kissing your cheek. You sigh & let out another whine but this time, at the loss of an orgasm that felt.. so real?

“yeah, just had a dream, why you awake channie?” You whisper back, melting back into his touch. “where’s your shirt? your chest is really warm, i like it.” you let out a quiet chuckle & flip over so your face is in front of his, which is when you feel your wetness & also chans naked leg beneath you.

“was too hot so i took it off, what were you dreaming of hm? you look flustered, i can tell your cheeks are rosey right now.” Chan pinches your cheek playfully & you smile at him which he smiles back.

“Ah, just… hey stop teasing you already know what kinda dream i was having that’s why your shorts along with mine are gone” you nuzzle your face into his neck to hide yourself, a bit embarrassed. Chan laughs a bit before laying on his back & manhandling you so you’re now straddling him.

“Well i know you’re wet baby, you stained my shorts, i realised when i woke up. why not use me to get off hm? you were so close baby” Chan interlocks his fingers with yours as his hands lay on each side of his head, your arms caging him in from above.

“Channie i want you to help me, make me finish baby please” You start grinding against his hard on while you lean down to start kissing his neck, you whimper at the friction but also because chan won’t help you.

“Nuh uh, you can work yourself okay hm? you can do it you’re already so wet it won’t be hard, tell me, what were you dreaming about?” Chan puts his hand on your waist & starts guiding your movements again & starts kissing your shoulder, giving it little nips.

“you- i was dreaming about you, i was imagining us kissing, i-i don’t know why it turned me on so much, you drive me insane channie! ugh! please help me” You sit up slightly to look into his blown out eyes & his beautiful smirk

“kiss me then beautiful, you’re so amazing, your cunt is dripping all over me, you’re better than any wet dream ever.” You instantly lean down & kiss him, you don’t waste any time in using tongue. as soon as his lips hit yours, you suddenly feel so much more complete & you begin grinding a lot faster against him & he puts his hand around your neck & squeezes slightly which makes you whine into his lips which make his cock jump.

Chan can tell you’re close to the edge now so he breaks the kiss & moves down to your neck before he starts kissing & sucking new purple marks onto it, next to previous ones he has given you. You’re breathing heavy & whimpering as he does so, you grab the back of his head to keep him there as your eyes finally roll back. he moves his head just enough so he can look at you as you come undone without even being able to say anything other than his own name.

“c-channie, chan!”

Your orgasm hits you like a brick wall & is so intense. You flop over after it’s finally over & you’re breathing heavy. Chan helps you lay down on your side of the bed before kissing you on the head.

“that was so hot, you need to ride my thigh or pelvis way more often”

“stoppp you’re making me feel embarrassed, can i help your issue?”you put your hand above his hard on but he stops you & takes it off & kisses your hand

“i’m alright baby, but don’t be too surprised if you wake up to me giving you the best morning orgasm of your life.”

You both smile at eachother & you cuddle into his chest, you pillow talk for a while before falling asleep.

[oukabarsburgblr]

drabble...

FEATURING: AITO SOUSUKE (OC), DAISUKE YUICHI (OC) x male reader

"Why the fuck did you come along if you knew you were gonna get scared?"

Sousuke hissed, jabbing his finger into Daisuke's chest who swatted his hand away. "I can go wherever I want? Your house is the furthest from all of us, why the hell would you stay back so late?" The pair were arguing, the moonlight shining through the windows of the dark hallways.

(m/n) and Haru only groaned, as they walked in front of the two. It was already night and they had came back to the academic buildings of the high school they attended. The (h/c) had misplaced his phone in his other bookbag which was in his class, he dragged Haru, his childhood best friend, to accompany him to retrieve it and Sousuke heard and tagged along but Daisuke wasn't going to leave (m/n) and Sousuke alone in a scenario where romantic moments can occur.

Although it would be challenging for the ravenette.

Haru swiped his long blonde bangs back, his bleached eyebrows furrowing in annoyance. "They're so loud. We're going to get caught by the security guards..." He complained and (m/n) whined as he shook his best friend's arm. "We're almost there. Don't leave me with these two idiots."

"How did you even forgot your phone out of all things?" "I don't play my phone all the time. Unlike you-" (m/n) heaved as his chest was smacked by Haru, catching Sousuke's attention.

"Hey! Don't touch him!" Sousuke scowled at Haru who rolled his eyes at him. Daisuke was fussing over the groaning (h/c). This was the norm for the group of third years, doing stupid shit but tonight was a highlight since they were alone during scary hours in an empty school.

Daisuke clinged to (m/n), scared out of his wits as he buried his face into the latter's shoulder, effectively dragging him in their step. "Why is your class so far away?" His hand was trembling lightly as the (h/c) rubbed his arm for comfort but the ravenette was too heavy for him.

"Sousuke, hold him." He pushed the ravenette into the redhead's hold, Daisuke gasping in betrayal as he scrunched his nose at Sousuke. "How could you??" He creened in disgust as he shoved himself away from Sousuke. (m/n) entered his class, pulling Haru as well leaving the pair to stand in the dark halls. The redhead glaring at Daisuke.

"You're a pussy, Daisuke." "Fuck you?? WHAT THE HELL-" He screeched as he instinctively jumped up and grabbed onto Sousuke, the redhead unintentionally holding him as he staggered in surprise. Daisuke had seen something flew past him and under the light it was a huge ass moth.

It wasn't really any better as he screamed while squirming in Sousuke's arms, the latter yelling at him to quiet down, opting to just drop him. Haru and (m/n) exited the class, the latter with his phone in his hand and gazed at the two unimpressed.

"Are you two dating or something..." Haru muttered as he rolled his eyes, leaving the group and (m/n) followed suit, his eyebrows scrunched and his lips frowning and pouting.

"Wait! It's not what it looks like!" Sousuke dropped the ravenette onto the floor and ran after (m/n), blabbering that he had nothing to do with the ravenette. Daisuke cussed and chased after them, not wanting to be left behind and prompted to hit Sousuke in the head resulting in more arguments as they exited the building.

They did get caught by the security guard. (m/n) was not impressed with Daisuke and Sousuke. Haru doesn't want to be friends with them anymore. Sousuke just kept blaming Daisuke and the latter kept talking about a moth??

[END SCENE]

Afterthoughts:

I feel better now. Friend group with daisuke (ravenette), Sousuke (redhead), Onaga Haru (blonde) and (m/n).

Their main story will be set in highschool. I got inspired seeing Kubz Scouts recent video haha

[brideofscience]

Headcanons for being Stu Macher's daughter and dating Sam Carpenter. (Also, Reader hallucinates seeing Stu, same as Sam does Billy.

HEAR ME OUT, I HAVE EXACTLY OC LIKE THIS SO YES YES YES!!! I'm a huge both stu and Sam simp I swear I just want to MWAH them both in the face omg

no spoilers for new SCREAM 6, barely mentioned that they're living in NYC now and that attacks started. spoilers for SCREAM 5

Sam relates to you a lot, probably both of you meeting during the whole thing when Tara was attacked. You helped them a lot and eventually you both opened up about your fathers.

Sam was the first one to tell you, probably having a breakdown in front of you when attacks escalated drastically.

crying, panicking and screaming she slipped out things about her father and hallucinations she had been seeing lately a lot.

you, wanting to comfort her, confessed about your own secret.

from now on you two would stick around together a lot, helping each other and finding comfort when you both knew "the feeling", giving each other advices.

When Richie died, you moved out with Sam and Tara, living near them.

Sam often visited you, just like you visited them.

Hard time that you both had lately, helped you two to get closer to each other.

Sam never wanted to leave Tata alone for long, trying to keep her safe after everything, but she was more calm when you were around.

Tata is probably really grateful for you and how much you helped them and how much you care for her sister. Keeping her calm and helping when hallucinations kick in again.

And Sam makes sure that she does the same for you.

You two would unofficially date. Always stealing a glance at each other when with others, sitting close and reassuringly placing a hand on her back when she was stressed.

Sam wouldn't say "I love you" straight forward. At first at least.

she would do small things for you, always asking you to visit, and eventually finally asking you out properly.

As your relationship would progress, Sam would be more open about her feelings. Small "I love you" sentences whispered to you during making a diner, a walk in park or in the morning when you two would sleep together in one of yours apartments.

When new attacks started you would be there for her, also fighting your own demons but still supporting her during this hard time.

Sam would often hold you tight during her breakdowns of moments of panic.

she would also always have a hand on you when in public, trying to just in case have a quick protective reaction if needed. and you know that it also calms her mind a lot.

she loves you a lot and is grateful for someone who also can relate and understand what she feels.

she would never judge you for the things your father did and expects the same from you.

Also if you headcanon that Stu is still alive, she would help you with getting any information you need about him/from him. I just think it's super cute how supportive she would be no matter what</3

OC CONTENT BELOW

also I just wanted to drop my oc here, because she's my little baby and i wanted to show her off😔🤧💘

[rey-jake-therapist]

I'm not a Dreamuse shipper by any means, but each time I read that Calliope and Morpheus are "totally unshippable" because "they're done and only bounded by Orpheus' death", or because if they got back together Dream would send her to Hell since, apparently, that's what he does to all the women he dates (I already expressed myself about this strange claim here.), I feel the urge to write a couple of Dreamuse short fics where it actually *works* out of spite.

Like... Sure, it's much easier to start a brand new whole story from scratch and use every available trope, than take an existing, broken relationship where the author left it and fix it with notions of (self-) forgiveness and mutual comfort. Hey look, I've written a Dream x OC fic myself so of course I totally understand this choice. But don't go and tell me that the potential of a post-fishbowl reconciliation isn't HUGE.

Do you know what upsets me with all these claims that Dream would do the same thing to Calliope (or any other female character he could potentially date) as he did to Nada? It's that it completely denies the fact that being trapped and isolated for 100 years changed Dream. It's like when Daniel is compared with Morpheus, with the claim that they're completely opposite: that Daniel is warm and kind while Morpheus is cold and nasty. It's another claim which, IMHO, also lacks nuance and denies Morpheus' post-fishbowl growth. Indeed, Daniel is warmer and kinder than Morpheus ever was, but he's this way because Morpheus himself was warmer and nicer at the end. Daniel is the result of a natural evolution, not a negative of Morpheus.

And in regards to Calliope, we don't know what kind of person she was before being captured and abused for decades, but she likely came out of it changed as well. They're obviously not the same people they were when they broke up, and if they wanted they would have much to learn from this experience and each other... I repeat: the potential is huge for anyone who wants to think about it. It's cool to not be interested, it's just as cool to prefer shipping another pair, but saying that there's no potential for shipping is just, sorry, wrong lol And I often even ponder if Morpheus had let Calliope visit and allowed himself to bond with her again, maybe the outcome would have been different for him. He wouldn't have been alone to face all... this.

Tagging @writing-for-life for... reasons ;)

[gallusrostromegalus]

1 & 3 for the artist asks!

1. Art programs I own but don't use?

I have Corel painter on my computer, apparently, but fuck me if I can remember where I saved it.

3. Ideas from when I was very young that I still use?

There are some OCs I have that have had dozens if not hundreds of incarnations or been projected into blorbos or generally played with like dolls since I was like. Eight?

There's a gentle and often feared and/or tragic giant that is always some sort of massive, beastly thing with the gentlest intentions. It's always huge. It's always sapient. It's always monstrous. It's always kind. It's been a giant feline. It's been a sapient plant large enough to swallow a man. It's been Mewtwo. It's been 800lbs of sapient goo. It's been a lot of dogs.

There is also a character who suffers, but is alright now. They get abandoned. They're beaten and bruised and bullied. They're sick. They're plagued by various ills and persecuted. They often die. But at some point the suffering stops and help arrives.

Sometimes these are the same character. Sometimes the gentle giant saves the sufferer. Sometimes the sufferer saves the giant. But they're two halves of the same hurt- comfort whole, and they always find each other.

Yes I'm in therapy for a lot of C-PTSD, how can you tell?

[capn-twitchery]

I love your ocs but I fear I am a bit out of touch with some of their lore. how much does Grace know about the red honey fuckery?

thank you sm!! :D♥︎ don't worry--i'm not sure i've actually spoken about this a whole lot!! (plus my lore is scattered around random posts like a ransom note. imagine being organised, couldn't be me)

for context: the two of them are a ridiculously slow slowburn bc neither of them know how to talk about feelings, they go in different directions a lot, twitch's response to Having Feelings (or anything) is to disappear to zee. everything takes forever. there's a summary of their timeline here if you want it !!

ANYWAY to answer:

tl;dr summary: most of the time, nothing! eventually, more than anybody else.

so, for most of the time, grace knows absolutely nothing. nobody does, really--twitch doesn't tell anybody, they don't want to talk about it, nobody sees their face at all.

as far as anyone knows, including grace, twitch's bad memory, lying & inconsistent stories are just a personality quirk. and they get sick sometimes, they just need bedrest & won't be available for a few hours, a day, a couple of days. nobody is allowed to see them.

grace remains mostly unaware for a long time--he has inklings that something is up. once he gets to know twitch better, he can tell they're not themself sometimes. but prying would push twitch away, so he just offers help, if they want company, for their headaches the surgeon mentioned. he'll leave the cabin door unlocked, just in case.

he has no idea how bad the "headaches" are until it's happening right in front of him, once they're close enough for twitch to trust him to that degree. he has no idea why it's happening, but he knows twitch doesn't want to tell him, either. and when they're sobbing in his lap, pleading for something he doesn't understand to stop, begging him to help them tie a blindfold because they don't want him to see their face, it's not exactly the time to pry.

it happens a few times. it never gets easier, and it never gets any clearer. it's not til after grace leaves for the new sequence and comes back that he finally sees their face uncovered. he doesn't connect any dots-whether that's because he genuinely just doesn't make the connection, or because twitch doesn't want him to make a big deal about it, who knows!

while he was gone, twitch starts connecting some dots: something's weird with their memories. they don't know how to process it. they bring it up subtly, ask grace if he knows anything about red honey, and maybe he can figure it out himself. he tells them he does, he learned about it during nemesis, in the palace cage gardens. it still haunts him, sometimes, the prisoners with their crying, the suffering the hollow looking eyes-

the eyes.

everything clicks all at once-twitch's eyes, their headaches, the memory issues, the inconsistencies, the lies. it only gets worse when twitch tells him they're starting to wonder if the memories are all theirs.

oh, god. how could anybody do that to them? who did that to them? but twitch doesn't want him on any kind of revenge mission, they don't even think they remember where the cage garden was, and they don't want to try either. he settles for comforting them the best he can-but what can anyone do to help, really?

at the very least, trusting someone enough to talk about it is a huge weight off twitch's shoulders. grace can help them try to figure out what's going on with their memories, it makes them better at talking to each other. it's not easy, but it helps twitch to move forward-slowly, but surely

[throwawaywritingstation]

I wrote this for my OC. Now you can have it as a not really edited insert reader. No beta, we die like.

Characters are imagined to be around 20-25. They were teens when I was a teen, and now I'm older, so they are too. Don't like it? Don't read it.

18+. Smut lies ahead. MDNI.

Rise Raph x Reader

Pronouns aren't used, but reader is afab and has body parts as such.

You were frustrated. Understanding, but frustrated. It had been just about a year since you and the behemoth snapper had become an official couple, and while the past (almost) 12 months made you happier than you had been in years, there was just one concern that kept floating in your brain. Your boyfriend wouldn't touch you. Sure, the two of you had made out plenty of times, but as soshe you'd try to escalate the situation, he was quick to fluster and move his (or your hands) into a more chaste position.

You sighed as you laid on Raph’s bed. You and your beau had been locking lips before he very abruptly had to rush out with his brothers to a villian attack. Even just light kissing was enough to get you worked up these days. To say you were sexually frustrated would be an understatement.

You'd been with him long enough that it was normal to start being intimate, right? You certainly wanted to be. As big as your boyfriend was, he was always gentle. You wanted to know what it might be like to have him touch you, to feel you, in ways far more intimate than a hand on your hip or shoulder. You groaned and rolled onto your back, snuggling one of the various plushies on the bed as you tried to get your body to stop aching. Were you doing something wrong? Was he not attracted to you? What if he just wasn't into you anymore but was too nice to break it off? You didn't even want to consider that last option, but you was running out of excuses. You weren't going to force him to do anything he didn't want to do, but you desperately wanted him to make some kind of move.

After about an hour, the red clad turtle had returned, though you hadn't noticed. You had fallen asleep in your boyfriend's bed, cuddled up with his array of stuffies. Raph smiled softly at the sight. He never considered that he'd ever be in a position where someone, anyone for that matter, would willingly be with him. He put his weapons and heavier gear aside and made his way to where you were dozing. He sat next to you, causing the bed to dip, but you still didn't stir. Softly and gently, Raph stroked her cheek with the back of his giant three fingered hand. The fur on her face was so soft, a huge contrast to his rough scales. Your face scrunched a little, before she opened her eyes. Upon registering that it was in fact your boyfriend's hand on your cheek, you nuzzled into it.

“Took you long enough. Guess it was a big fight, huh?” You placed your hand over his, before intertwining your fingers as best you could. Raph let out a low chuckle.

“It wasn't great, I can tell you that. But those baddies are no match for Raph. And my brothers too I guess.” He grinned and leaned down to kiss your forehead. You responded with a kiss to the tip of his beak in return.

“Of course they're no match for you,” ypu began to scratch at Raph’s jaw and under his chin, “My boyfriend is the toughest guy around. Trust me, I'm an expert on this.” A low churr began to vibrate from his chest. The comforting scratches he was receiving doubled with the praise made it easy to fully relax. Before he knew it, he was fully leaning into your hands and his tail was slowly swaying from side to side. He was truly and utterly whipped for the person in front of him. Not that he minded, of course. He scooted in closer before laying down fully beside you.

“So, what did you do while I was out? Anything interesting?” He slid his arms around your waist and nuzzled the top of your head, leaving a few more kisses there. You nuzzled back into the crook of his neck as he pulled you close.

“Eh. I kind of just thought to myself and took a nap. Nothing crazy.” You tapped your fingers on his tough plastron.

“Thinking? What about? Raph’s a pretty good listner’.” The snapper smiled down at you, but you seemed a little…worried? Upset? He couldn't exactly tell.

“Hey, is everything okay? If I didn't have to skip out on you earlier you know I wouldn't have, right?” You nodded, but your expression didn't change. The snapper fretted, “Did I do something?”. You sighed. It was now or never. Healthy relationships were built off of good communication after all.

“It's not that you did anything… moreso… Ugh! this is embarrassing.” You left your boyfriend's grasp and sat up, placing your face in her hands. Concerned, he followed quickly, placing a large hand on your back in an attempt to comfort his clearly upset girlfriend.

“Hey hey it's okay! I'm sure it's not that bad. Just tell ol’ Raphie what's on your mind.” You took a deep breath to gather your thoughts.

“We've been together for almost a year and I just…I guess I'm worried you aren't attracted to me…?” You looked away as your face began to heat up. Raph's eyes widened, clearly shocked at such a concept.

“What? You're the most beautiful person I've ever seen! If anyone should be worried about appearances, it should be me! Why would you think that?”

“Well it's just… We uhm. We makeout but we never really take it further than that…? We're both adults and I know if you're not ready, you're not ready but I just…I really want you to…you know… touch me. I guess I thought that maybe the reason why you haven't was because you didn't find me attractive…” Now it was Raph's turn to flush.

“O-oh. Well.. uh… I promise you it's not that! I just… well…I don't got a lot a’...um…experience on that front.” Before he could try to elaborate, he found you almost sitting in his lap, hands on his chest. He blinked up at you, suddenly feeling very small.

“Well I mean…practice makes perfect, right? Unless you uhm…really don't want to…” You tried to be as confident as possible, but faltered a bit. You didn't want to come on too strong, but you also couldn't ignore how much you wanted your boyfriend to finally touch you in ways that weren't chaste. Raph cleared his throat, cheeks fully flushed.

“I uh…I would like to, but what if I end up hurting you? Raph is kinda a big guy.” He shivered a bit as he felt soft hands start to rub along his arms. The atmosphere was completely different from earlier.

“You're not gonna’ hurt me Raphie. You worry too much. Just…follow my lead, okay? And if you don't like something, we'll stop.” You placed a soft, slow kiss to his beak and sat back, allowing him a moment to think it over before he nodded in the affirmative. Finally. You was finally going to move past first base. “I want you to touch me Raph. Wherever you want? Okay?” You brought her hands to his cheeks, thumbs brushing over the spikes there, before bringing him into a deep kiss.

With a little hesitation, you felt his hand drift to your hip, and then slowly but surely, down to your ass. His touch was feather light. A small improvement, but not enough. Groaning into his mouth, you backed your ass into his hand.

“C'mon Raphie, you're not gonna hurt me. It's okay to grab me a little. I'm not gonna break, I promise.” You gave his beak a nip and started kissing down his neck. He shuddered before letting caution to the wind and gripping your ass firmly. He squeezed the soft flesh in his hand, drinking in the new sounds coming from you. While he wouldn't say it out loud, he could smell you. He could smell you now, and he had smelled you many times before. A scent that, frankly, drove him crazy. He always tried to push it away, for fear of losing control and being a bit too rough with you, but now with you basically offering yourself to him, he couldn't help himself. He latched his lips onto her neck, nibbling at her before lifting his hand and bringing it back down on your ass. You let out a soft yip, before groaning into his neck where you continued to nip and suck. Your scent had spiked just then. Fuck. Why hadn't he just done this earlier?

Just from a simple grope and spank, you was in heaven. For so long you wanted to see this side of him, and you were going to make the most of it. You leaned back before brazenly taking off your shirt. Her bra that day wasn't anything fancy, but it wasn't anything too plain either. By the look on his face, you figured your boyfriend didn't mind. With his free hand, he ran his fingers along your side, stopping just short of your breasts. Even now he was still considerate. You simply placed her hand on his, bringing it over her chest. Your tits weren't small by any stretch, but under your beau’s massive hands, you could have been fooled to think otherwise.

“You're so beautiful..” He experimentally rolled the soft flesh in his hand. How did he get so lucky? Not only to have someone interested in him, but a partner that so clearly desired him. You whimpered as his thumb traced over your nipple through the offending bra.

“You're not too bad yourself, you know?” You continued to let his hands wander as you took in each sensation. You felt his thumb slowly brush under the fabric. “Want it off, big guy?” He nodded before placing a few kisses between your breasts. Carefully, you unclipped it and tossed it aside. Before you could react he was on you. His tongue lathed over your chest before he brought one peak into his mouth while teasing the other with his thumb. You squealed and brought your hands to his head, encouraging him to continue. He was definitely getting more confident, and you wanted to encourage that behavior. You moaned out for him as he continued to circle your nipple with his tongue, switching to your other breast so as to not leave any spot untouched.

“Raphie~ That feels so good…You're doing so good for me~” You had heard him churr before, but this was different. It was deeper, louder. It vibrated outwards from his chest and you could swear she felt it transfer to your own. He continued to lick and nip and suck at your chest as his hands found her hips once again. With a confidence previously missing, he gripped tightly and pushed your now throbbing center down onto his thigh. You cried out, already starting to get overwhelmed with sensations. You rocked herself back and forth, creating a delicious friction over your still covered cunt. You were soaked, but you knew that already. What you didn't know was that you wasn't the only one. Raphs own slit was leaking under his shorts. He wanted so badly to drop, but he held his composure. You was his main focus, but you had other ideas.

“You've been–ahn! Making me feel so good Red, I want to make you feel good too. Show me? Please?” Were you panting? When did you start panting? You didn't know.

“Y-you sure? I uh…what I have is a bit different…” He was panting too. When did you both get so worked up? You backed up and lifted yourself off his lap.

“Of course I'm sure. It doesn't matter what you have going on. I just wanna’ make you feel good. Let's get those shorts off of you. You can take mine off later.” You tugged at the hem of his joggers, stretching it and letting it snap back against his skin. Raph swallowed thickly, before nodding. You being demanding was…way hotter than he expected. Bashfully, he moved to take the joggers off, before sitting back down, and settling into a comfortable position. He felt your hands on his thighs as you made your way in front of him. He allowed you to push them apart; his tail twitched in anticipation. The slick from his slit was dripping out of him. You eyed his cloaca curiously, a finger gently reaching out to stroke the tender, swollen flesh. Raph let out a moan and hid his face in his hand. He could have dropped from just that touch.

“Oh. I mean…this isn't that different? I guess I just thought you'd have a…well…you know. I don't mind though.” You smiled and continued to use her now slick coated fingers to rub teasingly along his slit.

“I-I do. It's just–anh! Inside. Fuck, I don't think I can keep it in much longer.” Oh. The cursing was new. You wouldn't mind hearing that a bit more, especially if accompanied by the sweet whimpers your usually intimidating boyfriend was making.

“That's okay Red…I don't mind. Let me see you?” Tentatively and ever so gently, you pressed a finger inside him, bumping against something hard and hot. Raph let out what could only be described as the sound of a wounded animal. Before you could react, your fingers were forced out. Your boyfriend's cock dropped out of him with a lewd squelch, before falling onto his thigh with a wet plap. The first thing you noticed was the massive size of it. In both length and girth, it was a monster. You sheepishly looked from his dick, to his face, then back to his dick as if to do a double take. You let out a low whistle.

“Under normal circumstances, I'd ask how you manage to hide that thing. Fuck, Raph…” All he could do was chuckle a little. Half out of pride, half out of embarrassment. You wanted to touch him, and reached out a hand. You looked at him, and he nodded, giving the green light.

Grasping his length in your hand, the first thing you noticed was how heavy it was. You couldn't fit your entire hand around him. How were you supposed to blow him, you weren't sure. You'd figure that out at a later date. The color of it was interesting. It was a pinkish red, with it getting redder towards the tip. The tip itself was flared out, almost like that of a flower. He was dripping, and you hadn't even started. Slowly but with purpose, you began to move you hand up and down the slick appendage. Raph's head lulled back as he let out a deep moan. You smiled at your boyfriend with half lidded eyes. This is what you wanted for so long. This level of intimacy. You snapper was falling apart right in front of you. You resisted the urge to slip you hand into your shorts to circle your clit.

“Fuck fuck fuck! I-I don't know how long Raph’s gonna’ last. I've never felt so–mmph! S-sensitive before…I'm sorry if it's too quick but your hand just feels–haah! So good.” You hummed and picked up the pace, causing another strangled moan to come from him.

“It's okay Raphie. If you need to let go, let go. I want you to feel good. Do you wanna cum for me Raphie~?” For fucks sake, could you get any hotter? How long had you hid this side of you from him? Why didn't he just make a move months ago? Raph was reduced to a moaning, whining mess and you were to blame. He couldn't keep himself from begging even if he wanted to.

“Yes, please babe, please…! Please please…Fuck!” Your hand sped up further, and Oh God you're leaning down and running your tongue along the tip of his cock. He's gone as soon as you tell him to cum. There's so much. It coats your tongue, your hand, even your cheek. Some of it even reaches his plastron. You ease him down as his thighs shake, nothing had ever felt that intense for him before. His own hand? Ruined. There was no way he could feel better than he did at that moment. Oh. You just swallowed the cum that had shot into your mouth. Guess he could feel better. In his post orgasm bliss, he felt you crawl up towards him as his cock retracted back into himself. You placed a small kiss on his cheek, but hecwasn't having any of that. He grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you in for a deep kiss on the lips. The taste of him was still there as he shoved his tongue into your mouth, but he didn't care. Not one bit.

“Feel good?” You asked, the smugness evident in your voice. He just rolled his eyes, sitting up and pulling you back into his lap. You laughed, and the smell of you hit Raphs nostrils again. The scent of your arousal was even stronger and more intoxicating than before. It was your turn, and he'd be damned if he didn’t make you feel just as good.

“I think you know the answer to that already, pip-squeak.” he kissed your forehead. “If I remember correctly, you promised I could take these off of you.” He fingered at the waistline of your shorts the same way you had done to him. You giggled again.

“I did promise that, didn't I? Well, go ahead big boy. Strip me.” you were going to be the death of him. Your smug confidence was going to make him drop again if he wasn't careful. With a bit of effort, he managed to wrangle off your shorts and panties. You were cradled into his arm, a firm hand finding its way to your ass. With his unoccupied hand, he spread apart you legs just like you had done to him. You were beautiful like this, Raph thought. Your cheeks flushed, your breasts exposed, your cunt dripping. All for him. With feigned confidence, he lowered his hand to your mound, before lazily dragging a finger along your weeping slit. You let out a content sigh, and allowed him to caress you at his own pace.

“You're soaked. All this for me?” He dipped his finger in further, listening to how your breath hitched.

“Only for you Raphie. O-only for you.” You squeaked as the pad of his finger came into contact with your swollen clit. “Right there Raph…Right there feels so good.” You whimpered and let your head fall back into the crook of his shoulder as he circled your clit once more.

“Like this?” He pressed a little harder, and continued to rub at your clit. You could feel even more slick leaking out of your center; you wondered if any of it would end up dripping onto his lap. You legs twitched and your moaned, probably louder than intended.

“Y-Yeah. Right there. Just keep rubbing my clit like that. You're doing so good.” Raphs tail wiggled. He didn't think he'd enjoy being called a good boy, but he was happy to be proven wrong.

“I'm gonna’ take good care of you, babe. I'm gonna’ make you feel so good.” He nuzzled his beak into your neck, nipping and sucking as he continued to work your clit. Growing bolder, he dipped his finger between your folds, circling around your opening, before sliding a finger in. You gasped, feeling yourself clench around his thick finger. It stretched you more than two of your own and reached deeper than you could. You twitched as he began to pump his finger into you at a steady pace.

“Fuck your finger is big Raph. Damn…” You continued to babble on, and Raph drank up every sound.

“If you haven't noticed, everything about me is big.” He chucked, earing a frustrated groan from you.

“Don't get smart with me Red–Ahn!” The snapper had started to curl his finger inside of you as he kept a steady pace. “Fuck, you're a fast learner…Just keep that up…” Raph felt his chest puff out a little at that as he continued to work you open. Before long, his second finger began to prod at your entrance.

“Think you can handle a little more, babe?” He bit at the crux of your neck and shoulder as you whined.

“Yes please…” you huffed, sliding your own hand down to circle your clit as he continued to fuck you on his fingers. It was just his hand, but you could feel yourself getting drunk on his touch. He pushed his second finger in, stretching you even wider. If his fingers filled you like this, you couldn't even imagine what the stretch of his cock would feel like. The fingers on your clit sped up, and Raph did his best to keep pace. Your moans were getting louder and your legs were starting to shake. He could feel your hot center clamping down on his fingers. You was close, right? He was going to feel you cum on his fingers. He was going to make his partner cum for the first time. He could feel slick begin to drip from his slit again.

“Keep going Raph I'm so close! Please please please!” your shaking intensified, and with a few more flicks to your clit, you was pushed over the edge. You cried out, your pussy clenching around Raphs thick fingers as you came hard. He continued to finger you through it, fucking you through wave after wave of intense pleasure. Eventually the stimulation became too much and you tapped at his arm. His fingers remained inside you as you caught your breath, pulsing around the digits. It was like you were trying to keep him inside, but alas, it was not to be. He removed his fingers from you with an obscene squelch.

“Fuck…Look at that.” You groaned, your entire body reduced to jelly. He brought his fingers to his face, observing the shine of your cum costing his fingers. Before he realized what he was doing, he had taken a deep huff of the digits before cleaning them with his tongue. You whimpered as he tasted you on his fingers. “Damn babe, you taste amazing. Next time I think I'll need to get you on my mouth.” You just groaned in approval, a satisfied, lopsided smile on your face. The snapper laid back, pulling you next to him for a much needed cuddle.

“You alright?” He asked. All you could do was nod and cuddle into his plastron. He smiled, giving you one more kiss on your forehead. “Good. We gotta’ do this again soon. I should have never kept you waiting.”

Finally you had both taken the next step, and it looked like even more steps were soon to come.

[midnightmah07]

Boundaries.

As I talk more to people on this platform I feel a bit of a necessity to state some boundaries just to be safe

- please NEVER refer to me as the b word or anything offensive like that, I can handle aggressive humor with people I get closer with but I don't like when people call me these things even if it's playful.

- if you can avoid curse words please do so!! I personally don't like them because of my religion, so if you can avoid speaking curse words near me I'd appreciate it! This is not a hard rule as I won't mind if you curse a few times, but if you have a really dirty mouth please try to tone it down when talking to me.

- please use tone indicators when making jokes that you believe may be mistaken for something rude, especially if we're not that close.

- I don't mind hearing ramblings, I love seeing how excited people talk about their passions, but please ask if I'm comfortable with you doing so beforehand and be careful with how often you do that.

- please do not flood my inbox. I don't mind people coming to my inbox frequently but if what you're sending me can be talked either in DMs, comments or reblogs, do not send me billions of asks. It makes me uncomfortable and honestly makes my blog a huge mess.

- on that note, I may add that you guys please be careful with info dumping about your OCs to me. I do like hearing about other people's OCs, but sometimes it makes me feel like people are talking at me and not to me, so be mindful of this! Especially if we have never talked to each other before/are beginning to talk to each other.

- don't look down and badmouth my religion in any way, shape or form. Being a Christian is the most important part of me and it defines who I am as a person, so please be careful with what you say. Also, my views, beliefs and convictions are and will always be dictated by my religion, I will not attack you for believing something different from me but respect is a two way street, if you attack me for saying stuff accurate to my religion and faith, you're getting blocked.

- don't talk about political issues with me unless you're willing to be respectful. I've seen a lot of friendships being torn because of how different their political views were and I'd hate that to happen to me and my moots. In fact, if you can avoid this talk, please do so. If you must know my stance politically, I mostly align with conservative values.

- unless you were rude to me or attacked me, if you see I have you blocked/soft blocked, it's probably not personal. This is the internet so I will block/unfollow people who post stuff that make me uncomfortable/I don't think what they're saying is correct. Doesn't mean I don't think they're a good person, just means I don't want to interact with them. I have NOTHING against them if the day ever comes that I block/unfollow someone on Tumblr "at random"

- don't talk about anything nsfw/explicit with me. I might not be a minor but this type of talk still makes me very uncomfortable. If you send me something in my inbox that's nsfw/explicit I will delete it and pretend to not see it, however if you do it because you want to make me uncomfortable or if you do it more than once I will block you.

With that all said, feel free to talk to me whenever you want, just be mindful of these boundaries :))

[aerkame]

I will no longer write for other AUs for Welcome Home (please read in full)

TW: Mentions of NSFW/pedos

I know some people only followed me because of a fic or two I might have started writing on for another Welcome Home AU, but recently I have started to notice the increasing toxicity of the fandom overall. Yeah, I've been other fandoms I know there is toxicity and I know there's a lot of nice people in this fandom, but I have NEVER seen it this bad. Out of all the fandoms/fanbases that I have been in, I have never seen such a huge problem regarding pedos, NSFW art/writing being shared and looked at by minors despite the creator's wishes, general toxic behavior, and a large amount of mentally unwell people working their way into groups of children or safe spaces. I ended up having to delete quite a few NSFW art pieces on twitter because I found minors had seen it and some guy decided to make a comment on my OC Lilith that I was not comfortable with.

I also do not feel alright having to restrict myself on what I write or draw because a single person might be "triggered" or "offended" by it. I know I put warnings when they are needed, I should not have to feel like I'm walking on eggshells in this fandom. I do not need anonymous asks telling me how I should and shouldn't write or what I can and can't say.

Because of how bad it's been and seeing more and more creators leave the fandom, I have decided to no longer engage in other AUs or creators unless it's from a follower (I know you guys are fine), friend, or person I know I've talked with before, OR if it's Clown himself. A lot of people forget that Welcome Home isn't what people keep writing it as. Welcome Home isn't even close to being done, we're just riding off the AUs right now. It really rubs me the wrong way that all I ever see on AO3 now with fanfictions are smut fics mainly and some pretty disturbing stuff.

There is so much, too much, s3xualization in this fandom and the romanticizing of serious and dangerous themes/topics. A lot of times believe or not, when I draw buff characters with no shirts, it really is just anatomy practice. I do not understand some of the comments I get sometimes in my inbox. Yes it's fine to tease a bit, but my goodness some of the comments I have seen before are concerning. I never intend on s3xualizing the characters and yet I always get anon asks going a bit out there with s3xualized comments. It's why I haven't really drawn that stuff in a while. I can't tell if people really do s3xualize that stuff or if they're seeing it as anatomy practice with a bit of tease like I do.

I have been bottling A LOT of things up recently and it's hindered my ability to really write or draw how I want. I'm always scrapping ideas and giving up halfway through.

It's always "Is this something that people are going to s3xualize?" "Is this something that might offend someone in x category?' "Will people like this new character?" "Am I good enough for this topic?". It's not healthy and I know that it affects my creativity and mentality, I won't be restricting myself anymore though. I will write/draw what I want, just please heed my warnings when I put them there and don't ignore my boundaries or the boundaries of others.

Now, regarding my own two AUs (I dropped the Dream one because I have something special planned for TFP), The Finfolk AU and Alive AU. I WILL continue writing/drawing for them. They are my own AUs with my own characters added in them. A lot of people that interact with me are followers and I know you guys would never disrespect my OCs or invade boundaries and I love you so much for that. Of course my rule on requests remain the same. NO NSFW for the normal Welcome Home, but NSFW is allowed for Finfolk AU requests.

Unfortunately, all of this does mean I will not continue the fic I was writing for @clownsuu Mob AU. I'm sorry, I just really do not feel like writing for an AU outside of what I know in terms of the person who makes it. I am not sure how to explain it other than I don't feel alright with it unless it's like an AU from someone I know or at least talked to before? Just at least a person I know on some personal level. I don't want to explore the fandom right now, it is a mess with the people in it...do not take this the wrong way, I DO NOT hate anyone outside of the people I know, I just don't feel comfortable in the fandom at the moment and I will not leave you guys behind either. So in short, I plan to just stay in my own lane so to speak and do what I can for the ones who follow me for what I do.

I will however finish the Villain fanfiction as it's not exactly anyone's AU? Not sure how to explain that, it was a series of asks for it. And obviously I will make a full long fanfictions for the Alive and Finfolk AU.

I know I said I don't want to vent on here, but it's getting hard for me to ignore. Everytime I type or pick up a pencil to make something on here it doesn't feel right.

[stardusksx]

BECAUSE OF YOU, spencer reid x named!oc

— part one .

( summary! ) Spencer & Lydia where best friends, until they weren’t. Having to see each other at work everyday was certainly an exercise in professionalism, but when Reid is arrested in Mexico they can no longer ignore each other.

( warnings! ) Canon typical violence, discussions of drug use, best friends to lovers with a whole load of angst in the middle, dysfunctional family dynamics, talks of past neglect, future mentions of sex/smut, let me know if I missed anything! )

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"HE'S WHAT?" LYDIA STOPPED IN HER TRACKS, PHONE RESTING BETWEEN HER EAR AND SHOULDER. Her arms were full of groceries, a bunch of keys dangling limply from her fingertips. She blinked at the number on her apartment door in bewilderment.

"He's been arrested," Emily answered, her voice uneasy, "They're holding him in Mexico."

"Mexico?" She echoed, "What the hell is he doing there?"

There was a pause, "They... they're holding him on drug charges."

The bag slipped from her hands, but she didn't bother picking it up, instead adjusting her grip on the phone in case she hadn't heard right. "Emily, this is Spencer Reid we're talking about, right? He wouldn't... he wouldn't go near drugs." Not after the dilaudid. But then again, she didn't really know him that well anymore. What if he'd started taking it again?

Her thought process was cut off as Emily further explained, "They're holding him on possession, with intent to distribute. They found him with cocaine and heroin."

"Cocaine and —" She brought a hand up to rub the space between her brows, "That makes no sense, why would— what's going on, Emily?"

"I have no idea, Lydia," She sighed over the line, "I know it's your day off, but we're really going to need you to come in for this one."

"No, yeah, I'll be right there." She responded, finally managing to shove her key into the door and unlock it, "See you in fifteen."

Lydia didn't bother packing away her grocery's, merely deposited the bag on the counter before she rushed to shove on a dress shirt and slacks. She was out the door with her go-bag in under five minutes, arriving at the BAU in less than fifteen. JJ was the only one in the bullpen— she was ringing her hands nervously, and when Lydia gained her attention, the relief that washed over her face was only short lived.

"They want you on the field in Mexico," She said quickly,  standing straighter, "Emily, Alvez and Rossi are already on the plane. I would go, but the boys—"

Lydia placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, "You don't need to explain, I got this," She gave what she hoped was a mollifying smile, "Plus, your Spanish is terrible."

JJ let out a breath of a laugh, the anxiety still contorting her features. They parted ways, the women heading towards the round table as Lydia rushed out to the tarmac and onto the Jet. Luke moved down a seat to make room for her, Rossi and Emily sitting opposite. They all offered her brief greetings, but it was overshadowed by the tense energy they were all carrying. The take off was hasty, and they were in the air for a mere five minutes before Garcia connected them to the round table back at the BAU.

"This has got to be scratch," Tara spoke, "He was laying low, now we know why."

A sickly feeling settled into her stomach at the suggestion— Peter Lewis had been tormenting the team for years, forcing Hotch into protective custody after the stalking of his son and abducting members of Tara's family. The suggestion that he was now focusing on Reid was not an easy pill to swallow.

Luke's brows pinched, giving a slight shake of the head "Crossing the border as a fugitive is a huge risk."

"The reward is greater," Emily countered, "He's been punishing the team and now his target is Reid."

"Peter Lewis dropped off the map after attacking Tara's family, maybe he's been hiding in Mexico this whole time."

"We also have to consider this isn't related to him."

"Who else could it be?" Rossi questioned.

"Drug cartels, could have threatened Reid and used him as a mule." Luke offered.

"It's possible," Lydia supported, "But they'd usually go for more low-profile members of the public, picking out an FBI agent to do their dirty work could bring more trouble than it's worth."

"Not if they didn't know he was an FBI agent."

Lydia thought for a moment, but the more she did the more the cartel theory loss it's credibility for her. She shook her head, "No, it doesn't make sense. I mean, why would he be in Mexico for them to use him in the first place? This feels too... improbable to have just been a case of bad luck."

JJ voice sounded, explaining that she'd managed to get in touch with Diana Reid's nurse who had confirmed the woman was safe and stable. Lydia remembers meeting Spencer's mother on a case in Las Vegas— the man had been struggling with some inner demons, and watching how the mere presence of the women had helped to calm him had made her stomach twist. Spencer loved people in a consuming kind of way, and it was clear when he interacted with Diana that he'd do anything for her.

"How long did he tell the nurse he'd be gone?" Luke asked.

"Three days." JJ supplied.

Emily nodded, "Makes sense, after the Palm Springs case Reid said he had to get back to Houston to talk to his mom's doctor."

"Well, Houston is only a five hour drive from the border." Tara added, "Question is, why did he go down there?"

"And why did he have narcotics?"

"Yeah, exactly. I'm not going to spill any secrets i'm not suppose to, but those drugs where planted on him." Garcia stuttered slightly, determination in her voice. Lydia nodded mutely, feeling anxiety crawl up her from the mere memory.

"Absolutely, there's something bigger in play. That's why he kept it a secret. There's something he didn't want to share with anybody." Walker added.

"Okay, so what would make him risk everything?"

"His mom." Lydia answered, vaguely aware of JJ speaking the words simultaneously. Luke shot her a curious look, but she avoided his gaze so she wouldn't have to answer his silent question how do you know?

"But she's here, and she's safe." Garcia's confusion bled into her voice before she paused, "Wait, Cruz just sent me the arresting report," The sound of her fingers against the keys of her computer sounded, "Says here that Reid was involved in a high speed chase..."

The shock was palpable, "What? But he rarely ever drives?"

"Non of this sounds like him. It says he was wearing jeans, he was really confused, and according to the arresting officer, he was really high on something."

"No, no. He wouldn't do that. Not after what happened with Tobias Hankle." JJ sounded adamant, and she nodded in silent agreement.

"Who was Tobias Hankle?" Luke asked softly.

"He was an Unsub with DID," Lydia explained quietly, "He... kidnapped Reid. Drugged him. It was... well... it was really bad. He almost died—" she couldn't bring herself to say that, technically, he did. It was one of her worst memories. Luke stared at her, disquieted.

Someone must have explained it to Tara too, as she questioned with dismayed surprise in her voice, "When was this?"

"Ten years ago."

A tense silence followed before Rossi changed the subject, "What does the report say about the intent to distribute?"

"It says he was charged with constructive possession, and in the duffle bag there was cocaine, cash and three blocks of heroin."

She felt her trepidation like a vice on her lungs, bringing a hand up to rub over her eyes. It was easy to sense the group's collective unease.

"Okay, we'll be there in less than an hour." Emily said finally, "Dave, can you reach Jack Garret?"

Rossi shook his head slightly "He's busy on a case, but he promised to do what he can."

"Well, were gonna need all the help we can get."

After hanging up on the round table, they talked over more theories and tried to fill in the blanks with possible scenarios. There was too much information missing for anything near definite to be decided on, and within the hour they were landing in Mexico and on their way to the Jail that was holding Spencer.

It was windowless and barely illuminated by harsh lights, a seemingly constant rattle of metal in the air. An older aged man led the group, dressed in a uniform bearing the Mexican police symbol. "Thank you for calling us." Rossi said thankfully.

"It is not often we have a US FED in our custody." He responded, guiding them through a mesh door. Something about his tone was almost accusatory, but it was too faint to be a reasonable cause for worry.

"We appreciate you letting us talk to him, have you gotten his tox-screen back yet?" Emily questioned.

He shook his head, "No."

"You will need to expedite that, we have cause to believe Agent Reid was drugged."

"He was definitely high." He said, "And driving like a maniac with twenty thousand dollars worth of heroine in his possession. Both of which put my officers at risk, you're in our jurisdiction."

Lydia noticed Luke's attention on something else, and she followed his gaze to a sight that made her heart drop. Spencer sat curled in on himself, a set of bars separating him from the rest of the room. She exchanged an uneasy look with the man next to her, hanging back slightly as he approached.

"Hey, Reid," He spoke, and she watched as he turned towards Luke was blank look that vaguely showed his confusion. God, she thought, this is bad. If Reid couldn't recognise someone as familiar as Luke on an instant, then the drugs in his system were still heavily in effect. "It's good to see you brother. It's me, Luke."

It took another moment, and she wasn't entirely convinced he fully recognised him still when he got to his feet. He approach the bars meekly, shoulders hunched, "Luke. Thank you for coming."

Lydia's gaze dropped to the bandage covering his hand, evidence of a nasty injury. Her brows furrowed. Rossi approached next, followed sharply by Emily, "We're going to get you out of here, kid."

Spencer's gaze flickered between them, and she watched him try to piece things together in his head. "We need to work out some things with the locals, okay?" Emily spoke slightly slower, hoping to provide him with some clarity. He gave the smallest of nods.

"Who was your contact down here?" Luke questioned.

He looked up before speaking slowly, "Rosa... Rosa Medina. I think she's a doctor." He pulled up his sleeve, revealing some faint writing.

Luke took a photo of it, "Where did you meet her?"

He shook his head, "I don't... I don't remember."

Emily glanced back at her, features puzzled. She pulled her lip between her teeth and offered a slight shrug, gaze returning to the man that looked almost unrecognisable.

"If you saw her, would you recognise her?" Luke tried, and after a moment of hesitation Spencer nodded.

"You're missing time, aren't you?" Emily asked.

"It's coming in flashes."

"And you've been drugged?"

"Yeah, but I didn't take them myself." He whispered it, but it was the only thing he'd seemed certain of since they'd started the conversation. Emily rushed to reassure him.

"No, of course you didn't." She glanced at the men beside her, "We're thinking it might be Scratch."

The blank look shadowed his features again as he repeated the name. Luke's phone rang and he excused himself, returning a few minutes later with a photo of an older woman. Spencer stared at it for a moment before he nodded, confidently.

"Her alias is Rosa Medina, but her real name is Nadie Ramos." Luke explained, "Garcia tracked it to a motel just outside of town, does that sound familiar?"

"No."

"We'll need to take the officers with us," Emily said, seemingly determined.

"You want company here?" Rossi said gently, and Spencer seemed to need a minute to process what his words meant before responding with a no.

Still, he was hesitant as he spoke, and Lydia watched him for a moment before she said, "I'll stay."

Her non-confined co-workers gave her a questioning look— after all, she didn't tend to volunteer herself for anything where Spencer was involved, but she could tell he needed a familiar face and she'd probably be the most useless out on the field in Mexico. Emily looked slightly relieved as she nodded, though, as if leaving him on his own was not something she wanted to do.

Spencer's brows where furrowed, still struggling to sort through the fog in his brain. The three of them left with the promise of calling her if there was any updates, and for a moment she watched her old friend as he stood in one of the most broken states she'd ever seen him. 

"It must be scary for you," She spoke finally, gathering his attention, giving sufficient enough pause for him to cognitively catch up with what she was saying, "Not remembering things— it would be for anyone, but you even more so."

He swallowed, blinking, then nodded. His eyes were scanning over her— she could tell he knew who she was, just not exactly why she was standing there, "Lydia?"

"It's me," She assured, "Emily, Rossi and Luke just left. I'm going to stay with you till they're back, okay?"

"Yeah," He responded, and his voice was so small, "I-I don't know why..."

"That's okay," She said, "It's just the drugs in your system, I'm sure it'll come back to you with time. Do you want to sit down?"

He nodded, and she expected him to go back to the bench, but instead he took up the floor right by the bars. So she followed, sitting so that she was facing him. It was quiet for a while, maybe half an hour, then he began whispering, "I can't remember, I can't remember, I can't remember."

He repeated it over and over, and she could see the anxiety starting to take hold of him, breaths coming in faster and shorter. She knew she could try to distract him, but his brain had always worked a million times faster and strayed in ten different directions even if he hyper focused on one thing. Still, with the drugs in his system, it was worth a shot. "Spencer, talk me through what you do remember."

He looked confused, "I can't remember anything—"

"Not just about what happened in the last few days," She explained, "Like, for example, you remembered Emily, Rossi, Luke and me."

He nodded, brows still furrowed. "What do you remember about them? Start with Emily."

He thought for a moment, "Emily is the BAU unit chief," he started, "I met her when she joined the team... ten years ago... she specialises in child advocacy, terrorism and... linguistics... she watches... we watch Russian movies together at least once a month."

He looked to her as if wanting confirmation he was corrected, and she nodded reassuringly, "Good. What about Rossi?"

Spencer listed off what he could recall about the older man, then followed it with Luke. After each one, Lydia gave her assurance, and with each nod of her head he seemed to relax slightly. She had not entirely thought through her plan when the realisation dawned on her that he'd have to talk about her next. Still, this wasn't the time to focus on the weight such a topic would normally bring. This wasn't about her, or them. It was about him.

"Okay," She said, pushing aside the knots in her stomach, "What about me?"

She almost didn't want to know what he was going to say, but there was also a part of her, an overwhelming part, that was curious. He seemed to take longer to answer this time, "You're a special agent for the BAU. You started... a year after I did..." He paused to think, and she expected him to list off a couple of her credentials and maybe a vague shared memory with the team, but he surprised her, "On your first case, I took my FBI vest off and you threatened to kick my ass if I did it again."

Her eyebrows shot up, "I-I did." She offered her confirmation again, but he wasn't finished like she thought he was. He continued, "I liked that you never used to cut me off when I went on a tangent. You didn't make fun of me for not understanding a joke. Morgan called us the babies of the BAU, and when Emily was gone you volunteered to watch Russian movies with me even though you didn't speak the language." He looked at her— really looked at her, like for a moment even the drugs couldn't distort his certainty, "We were bestfriends."

Were. Were. Were. She swallowed, nodded, "See," She said finally, "There are things you remember, it'll just take time for the newer ones to come back to you."

He murmured quietly, "Thank you."

Lydia's phone rang before she could speak again, Emily's name flashing on the screen. She got to her feet and took a couple paces before answering, "Hello?"

Emily merely offered her a greeting before she got to the point, "We found Nadie's body at the motel, she was murdered."

"Shit," She muttered, trying to keep her voice down, "Shit. Emily, how bad is this?"

"Honestly?" She responded, "It's not good. This is... it's going to take a lot to clear him of this."

There was a sinking feeling in her stomach— prison was a rough place for anyone to be, but Spencer needed mental stimulation in abundances that just wouldn't be available to him in there. It could quite literally drive him insane— time would stand still for him, and he'd be left alone with nothing but his brain working overtime. "What do we do now?"

Emily exhaled, "We're coming back to you guys soon, I'm hoping he's lucid enough for a cognitive. How's he doing?"

She glanced back to see his head against the wall, eyes closed, but he wasn't breathing heavily enough to be asleep. He must be exhausted, though, and hoped he'd managed to get a-few minutes in before they started questioning him again. "He's doing okay, considering. A little panicked earlier, but he could talk me through some older memories that aren't related to the last few days. I didn't want to overwhelm him by trying to ask about all of this until he's come down a little more." 

"Okay, that's good," She could hear the slight relief in her voice, "We won't be long, should be back in about an hour. There's just a few things to sort through here."

"Alright, thanks Emily. See you soon." Lydia hung up, pocketing her phone and glancing back to where Spencer sat. He was staring into space, but he didn't seem as anxious as before, so she made the decision to wait till the others got back to break the news. She had always been more optimistic in nature, but it was a struggle to see any way out of this. Not wanting to disturb him just yet, she took her phone back out and dialled JJ's number.

"Angel, please tell me sweet boy wonder is okay." Garcia's voice came over the line, and she could vaguely hear JJ making a comment about her taking the phone.

"I'm with him now, he's–" she could hear someone in the background say put her on speaker, "--doing okay. I think he's starting to come down from the drugs, but still a little spaced out. Has Emily called you?"

"About Ramos? Yeah, she told us." JJ spoke, "It's..."

"Bad." Lydia supplied with a sigh, "But we all know whatever is going on, someone else is responsible. There will be a way to prove that."

"Exactly," She recognized Tara's voice, "We'll clear him, don't worry."

Lydia had a feeling her words were more aimed for Garcia, who she was sure was the epitome of worry.

"I should get back to him, I just wanted to make sure Emily updated you."

"Hey, wait!" JJ said, then her voice sounded closer as if she'd taken the phone off of the speaker. There was a brief pause and the sound of a door closing before she spoke again, "How do you really think he's doing? I know it's been a while since you... well, I just... You knew him better than any of us. Do you really think he's okay?"

Lydia tried to push aside the personal issues that attempted to taunt her— she hadn't had to confront anything surrounding her opinions of Spencer in a long time and she hadn't anticipated doing it under these circumstances. The worry for him, though, was no stranger to her. It had been a quiet, lingering ghost that had haunted her on every case she watched him go out onto the field since they stopped being friends. How she'd have to bite her tongue from saying "be careful."

"It's hard to say," She answered, "I've never seen him like this before, JJ. Even with Tobias, he still had his clarity. I think things are starting to come back to him, but I don't know how he's going to be with the knowledge that he lost time like this."

"God," JJ murmured, "This is all so screwed up."

"I know." She emphasised, "But he's more resilient than we credit him for, and he's got all of us to help him if he struggles."

"I'm glad you're there with him." She said after a pause, "It'll bring him more comfort than you know."

She didn't know how to respond to that. Didn't know what to do with how that made her feel. "Thanks, JJ. I should go."

"Lydia?" JJ sensed her attempt at dismissal.

She resisted the urge to pretend she didn't hear and hang up. "Yeah?"

"I mean it," She said certainly, "He misses you."

Lydia hoped she didn't hear her sharp intake of breath, "I'll call if there is an update."

She didn't wait for an answer before she hung up, giving herself a moment before she returned to where Spencer was sitting. He opened his eyes when she approached, and she gave him a small smile which he tiredly returned. It was silent until the rest returned.

[starbornsoulrider]

Intro Post (finally)

hiya! I'm Wren. he/they, nonbinary, pansexual star stable player who got sucked into this silly horse game by accident. I am the self proclaimed no. 1 Darko hater (/silly) and also huge lover of the Soul Riders they're one of the big reasons I stuck w/ the game (and as of late I've been hyperfixating on the Dark Riders just as much tbh)

my main server (as of rn) is Night Sprinkles but I'll hop from time to time. I'm a pretty socially anxious person so if u meet me in game don't expect me to talk very much pls, i'll say hi to you tho

in game my name rn is Blake Crazyfrog but when and if the name change update drops i'll probably be changing that to Haley Starborn. speaking of which, lemme introduce you to my main SSO OC: Halo! quick summary of their backstory: one day, they washed up on the shores of Moorland with little to no memory of who they were, just an inner longing to return to the stars and a mysterious connection to one of the horses at the nearby stables. thus begins their journey to adapting to life on earth, navigating their way around Jorvik's mysteries, and growing into the role as the fifth Soul Rider.

^ one of my bingles of all time ft. their starter and soul horse, Babyboy, who is also typically my main horse in game. don't ask me how many horses I have I lost count a long time ago but its at least over 100 by now. not all of them are canonically owned by Halo but I haven't fully decided which ones are yet.

typical dni rules, just don't a bigot or asshole and we're cool. also if you're like. an avid hater of the soul riders or something please like. avoid this blog that's partly for my own comfort and also you probably wouldn't enjoy it here anyway.

i mostly post screenshots but i also post art! sometimes. when I feel like struggling through the pain of drawing horses. art posts will b tagged with #my art

you can find more info about Halo here!

home stable: Valedale

lvl: 24

[another-lost-mc]

in honor of the nightbringer beach event caption.. karasu beach hcs? I'm slowly becoming a karasu stan 🫣

A/N: Welcome to the Karasu Fan Club! 💙 This is such a fun idea. I used the boys' beach holiday in the anime as inspiration for this.

AT THE BEACH with KARASU

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— The beach isn't his preferred vacation or day trip spot, but if you want to go, he'll make arrangements to take you to Diavolo's private beach. It's the most authentic Devildom beach experience he can offer you without taking you to the human world.

— He's not sure if humans need to wear sunscreen in the sunlight that shines over that beach, but he's not going to take a chance. He's bringing plenty of sunscreen (importing it through Akuzon if he has to) and setting a timer on his D.D.D. to remind him (to remind you) to reapply it. He'll offer to help you apply it too—he doesn't like the greasy texture, but he likes having an excuse to give you back rubs and shoulder massages. <3

— The beach is one of the places he'll dress more casually and show more skin than his usual work attire: swim trunks and a sleeveless shirt, a linen button up, and flip-flops. He bought a pair of sunglasses and a wide-brim hat for the occasion too. It might take a while for him to be comfortable in the bright sunlight, he's just not used to it. (He rarely ventures outside the Devildom.)

— He doesn't normally like sweets, but he does enjoy tropical fruits that tend to be less sweet and more tart.

— He's not a great swimmer and he's hesitant about venturing into deeper water. He's also wary about the Devildom aquatic life that lives below the waves, so he might be a bit on edge until he's sure it's safe for you.

— Speaking of Devildom sea life...do you like fish? He does, and he'll skim the water's surface and catch something fresh to cook up if you're hungry. He won't pass up an opportunity to show off how useful his wings and talons can be. (If not, he'll set up a picnic with the sandwiches he packed in the ice box.)

— He's not interested in surfing at all, but boating or sailing is something he'd like to try.

— He has a good sense of weather detection. If he senses a storm coming, he'll make you're out of the water and somewhere safe and dry well before it hits.

— Sandcastles! He thinks they're fun and relaxing (even though he gets irritated by the sand getting in his hair and sticking to his hands). He's slow and methodical and precise because he's determined to impress you. If it collapses, he'll grumble under his breath about how terrible sand is, but pepper his pouty face with kisses and he'll cheer up in no time.

— He's going to take lots of pictures and photos of you on the beach, in the water, basically whenever you do something cute or if you look particularly fetching in your beach outfit (which tbh is going to be throughout most of the day). He's going to post the best couple's selfie on his Devilgram, and he'll enjoy reading all the comments about how lucky he is, because it's true. <3

NSFW/Suggestive Below

— Beach or ocean sex probably won't happen. Sand gets everywhere and he doesn't like it.

— Sex on a boat? Well, there's an idea. It certainly makes going out onto the water more appealing...

— He's going to get very handsy with you once he suggests you both take a shower after your long day on the beach. The shower in the beach house is huge, so why not share? Once the lingering bits of sand and sunscreen have been washed away, he's more than happy to find other ways to get dirty with you.

Taglist: @l-d-8 @your-next-daydream @xpixie @meggsngrits @amberrskiies @beelsjuicytitties @goldenglow149 @cosmicstarlatte @sirimirihiro @damekathearasi @bontensbabygirl

[cagneyblooms]

Welp. My friend @art-tea-chill got me into the penguins of madagascar so you know what that means!! OC time!!

Here's the typed out information:

Peniru:

- Species: Mimic Octopus

- Goes by Peni for short

- Came from Indonesia after the Dave/Octopi incident, and because of this faced heavy judgement from the other animals thinking she was like him/his minions, and that her kind personality was a facade. Because of this she got too nervous and shy to leave her tank.

- Lives underneath the penguins

- Has a huge crush on Maurice but is too nervous to confess to him out of fear of Rejection

- Private was the first of the penguins to become her friend

- She has an artistic and creative mind, she likes to create jewelry out of the little things she finds inside her tank, she also enjoys making art pieces using her mimicking ability but she's too sheepish to show them to anybody outside of ariel

- She tends to give seashells she finds to coral.

- She digs herself into the sand of her aquarium and pretends she's a snake to scare away others, if she can't do that she'll blend into her surroundings

- She has a special talent for singing, at night she will leave outside her tank and sing with the comfort of knowing the animals by then are sleeping. some of the animals (mainly king julian and most of his lemurs..) think it's an actual mermaid. this tends to annoy the penguins since they're trying to sleep by then. However, if somebody manages to catch her singing, she'll tense up and tear up and proceed to immediately hop back into her tank.

- She's taller than most octopi, even towering over Dave by quite a bit. this doesn't help to animals perception of her however

- She has anthropophobia

- She likes to sing songs for the few rare animals she trusts.

- She likes to paint!

- In the water, she moves gracefully and elegantly, like a mermaid.

- Just a tad bit afraid of rico

- Speaking Voice: Jodi Benson

- Singing Voice: The siren from delicious dungeon

(if you're wondering about the siren: https://youtu.be/7GMP6pPSjXM?si=KbCXTqiN3zO0vv-b here's what her singing voice sounds like!)

Ariel:

- She's a sentient fish who serves as penirus best friend, think of her as Peniru's flounder. she is her voice of reason and rational thinking, and calms her down during her fits of panic, She was first given to Peniru as food to eat by the zookeepers, but Peniru couldn't bring herself to do it, especially upon learning that Ariel has sapience, and the two of bonded ever sense. at first, Ariel may seem like she's annoyed by the everyday Schnanigans of the zoo, overly pessimistic and cranky, but deep down really doesn't mind, only wanting to make sure Peniru is okay in the end. She can't speak formerly and can only speak in a language known as "Bubblelise", and only Peniru is able to translate this language for others. The penguin she's closest to is Kowalski, but she surprisingly also has a fondness for Rico, relating to his ability to not speak properly, but his love for kabooming on the other hand (fin?)..

As a P.S: she likes to call Peniru, "Ru-Ru" :3

I'm definitely going to be making more tpom ocs in the future they're fun

[hello-there-cyarika]

More Hive Troopers <3

More bee troopers! ... Boopers.... BEE-PERS (all of my file names that feature these boys so far have referred the them as "the beepers" lol)

Anyhow, I figured I'd add some more information on how the hive troopers operate below, so keep on reading!

At the start of the war, the venators were outfitted with barracks for the troopers that were fully furnished with bunks and such things

The troopers.... didn't really like the bunks... like at all

The would take the bunks and push them all over to one side, and use the rest of the room as a building space for a huge wall of honeycomb!

Eventually the Jedi caught on, and helped the troopers remove all of the unused bunks

The troopers build huge, ceiling to floor, winding walls of honeycomb to act as the hive's living quarters

The honeycomb compartments come in a variety of sizes!

The biggest compartments are longer than a trooper is tall, and about 2x a trooper's width (wings and secondary abdomen included) in diameter, so these compartments are the ones for sleeping in!

Some are even wider, for those who like to share :)!

The sleeping compartments are filled with comfy pillows and blankets left from the bunks

Various smaller compartments are perfectly sized for storing extra pillows and blankets, datapads, personal items, and all sorts of things!

The gear lockers, which came with the original furnishing of the room, are built into the thicker walls of the honeycomb

The troopers will only very begrudgingly admit that the gear lockers are more suited for storing their kit than the honeycomb (they're very salty that the locker is not an optimal shape to fit in with the rest of the honeycomb)

Gear lockers are not honeycomb optimized

Anyway

Troopers are capable of creating beeswax just like any bee, albeit for much longer during their much longer lifespan, and in much larger quantities

Hence why in the doodle above, Wooley, who is off duty and helping to build up the honeycomb, is not wearing upper armor.

Bees produce wax from the underside of their abdomen, and trying to reach around to collect that while in full upper armor is... less than comfortable lol

Speaking of anatomy, despite being clones, all troopers' wings are entirely unique!

Well, almost entirely- twins have identical wings!

(this may or may not be a Secret of the Wings reference that movie is so good)

Clone trooper twins are grown in the same tube, and have a special connection

Twins are also SUPER rare

The iconic @cacodaemonia invented this concept for me, and as far as I'm concerned their OC Kom'mrk is 10000% canon and has matching wings to Boil!

(please for fucks sake yall go read Open Skies I stg my life has not been the same since)

Cadets have very weak wings when they're first decanted

It takes until they're about 3.5-4 standard for their wings to fully develop and strengthen enough for them to fly

Until then, they practice by buzzing a whole lot to strengthen the muscles in their torso

On another anatomical topic, the way that troopers communicate in the "hive mind" is via pheromones!

Just like bees, they have extremely sophisticated and complex pheromone signals that can only be detected by other troopers via their antennae

During the night cycle/sleep hours, troopers will try and keep quiet and communicate primarily via pheromones

If you're not a trooper (or a Jedi lol), the only way you'd be able to figure out their silent communication is with super complex and specialized equipment

On the other hand, troopers have to watch out for weapons from the Separatists that involve pheromone-mimicking gases

The gases could cause them to lose their sense of direction, get cut off from the rest of the hive, or other disorienting things

Speaking of directions!

(fuck i have so many ideas to get out lol)

While the idea of the troopers doing a proper bee waggle dance is absolutely hilarious and so cute to me, I think that in reality it'd be a bit more calm

Instead of lots of crazy shaking back and forth, it's more of a purposeful sway!

This.... does make dancing at 79's significantly more confusing when they first start learning to dance for fun

Echo: "are you telling me that there's something I need to go find 400 klicks away at 32 degrees??"

Fives: "what no I'm just having fun"

Unlike bees, who only use the sun, troopers can also use the moon to calculate their maps!

On planets with multiple moons and/or suns, the commander will choose one sun/moon to be used as the reference for all maps

When on a moon for a campaign, the moon's planet can also be used

In rare and difficult situations, troopers can also use particularly bright stars! Usually only the ARFs are skilled enough for that, though

I think for my next doodle I'll either do wolffe, fox, thorn, tup, and dogma OR the bad batch + omega... haven't decided yet! let me know if you have a preference lol

anyway thank you all for giving so many lovely comments on my previous post about these boys! i love yall so much <33333

<3 I do not give my consent or my permission for my art to be re-posted or reuploaded on this or any other website <3