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erotomania [ s.r ]

03 - revelations

Summary:

You try to put your conflicting feeling for Spencer aside to focus on the case, and the members of your team figure out something you haven’t quite yet.

WARNINGS: mentions of bodily harm, mentions of threats to animals, swearing

pairing: spencer reid x gn!bau!reader

genre: mystery

wc: 5.0k

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a/n: props to my criminology classes for teaching me how to half-accurately create a typological profile, you’re really fuelling my hyperfixations here

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01-exhortations, 02-avoidance, 03-revelations, 04-confession

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Spencer sighs and closes his eyes, trying to keep his mind off of the fact that the love of his life had just walked out the door.

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You drag your sleeve over your cheeks as you retreat down the hallways of the hospital towards the waiting room where you assumed that Morgan had left to, taking a series of deep breaths as you tried not to break down over the fact that you’d just turned down the man that you were in love with and in turn, put him in even more pain than he was already in.

Morgan’s eyes meet yours almost immediately as you turn the corner, and you don’t need to say anything for him to know that it’s time to leave.

He could see Spencer later.

“Come on,” Morgan pulls your head into his shoulder as the two of you meet at the edge of the room. “Let’s get you home,”

“I don’t want to go home…” You surrender to Morgan’s comfort as you shake your head, your words muffled by the fabric of his shirt. “I want to catch this bastard. Right now. Before he can do anything else.”

Morgan sighs softly at your insistence, his shoulders dropping slightly as he gently pulls you out of his embrace. “You are not in the right mental state to be working right now,”

“And I will only get worse if you leave me to rot in my own mind.” Your expression says that you’ve made up your mind, and Morgan is all to aware that once you’ve decided something there is no chance of getting you to change it. “Please Morgan… I just want to help…”

Morgan studies your determined expression for a moment before finally nodding in reluctant agreement. He knows you well enough to understand that trying to dissuade you from your decision would be futile.

"Alright," he concedes, "but we're doing this my way. The moment I see you're not handling it well, we're out, no questions asked. Got it??"

You nod, appreciative of Morgan's concern and grateful for his willingness to let you be a part of the investigation. With that settled, Morgan insists on being the one to drive the two of you back to the BAU office, where the team is huddled, sorting through old profiles of obsessional cases to help them structure yours, and Garcia glances up as Morgan enters, concern etched across her usually upbeat face.

"Hey," she starts, her tone shifting to seriousness as she spots you enter behind him. "Why are you back here? I thought you were going home?"

The team exchange glances as Garcia outs your presence, and you take a step forward, determination radiating from you,

"I know you told me to rest, but I can't just sit back and do nothing.” You cross your arms over your chest in an attempt to make your standing more confident as you speak directly towards Hotch. “I need to be a part of this. I need to catch him."

Hotch examines your expression, concern etched on his face. "Are you sure about this?" He flickers his eyes over to Morgan as he asks the question.

"They want to help catch this guy," Morgan explains, casting a protective glance in your direction. “Obsessional crimes are easier to profile with the victim present,”

Hotch sighs but ultimately concedes, understanding the need for your involvement. "Fine, but we're keeping a close eye on you, and I will not hesitate to remove you from this investigation if I think you’re not handling it, understood?"

“Yes sir,” You give him a short nod with pursed lips, grateful that he wasn’t immediately casting you out of the investigation because of your personal involvement.

The conference room is filled with the hum of computers, the occasional murmur of conversation, and the determination of everyone involved. Despite your initial emotional turmoil, being engrossed in the work provides a temporary distraction.

“Alright,” Hotch stands at the head of the table “We’re going to get this done and we’re going to do it fast. So lets start with what we already know,”

Hotch gives a small nod towards Morgan who gives your shoulder a soft squeeze before joining Hotch at the head of the table. “Obsessive stalkers are often known to their victims. They usually have repetitive thought patterns that play like a broken record, so they gradually become so preoccupied with their target, they’re unable to sleep, forget to eat, and can sometimes let their jobs go to the wayside.”

“So, lets start with people you know, has anyone you’re acquainted with been acting odd around you? Awkward or disrespecting social boundaries?” Morgan’s eyes follow you as you take a seat, and you rub your hand over the lower half of your face, trying desperately to rack your brain for any weird interactions you’d had over the past few weeks.

“I- I’m not sure-” You were trying, you really were, but every time you tried to venture into the abyss of your own mind all you could see was the state of Spencer’s face when you found him in his apartment.

“It’s alright sugar, take your time,” Garcia places a comforting hand on your shoulder, rubbing her hand up and down your arm slowly.

“I-” You try to bury your feelings surrounding Spencer, knowing that you need to focus on the case and not the amount of conflicting feelings shadowing your subconscious mind.

“Alright,” Morgan holds up a hand in your direction, gesturing that you don’t have to continue. “Let’s try something a little more straight forward,”

“This guy left things for you right, as ‘gifts’?” You give Morgan a short nod, pursing your lips together. “Can you lay them out in order?”

“Uh-” You lean back against your chair slightly, straightening your posture a little. “There was a rose on my doorstep but I’m not sure that’s actually related, then it was a printed out poem that was posted through my door, uhm-”

You fiddle with the cuffs of your sleeves as you try to recall everything in the correct order. “Then a succulent that I didn’t buy turned up on my windowsill,”

Garcia’s expression changed ever so slightly as she recalled the phone call you had given her a few weeks ago regarding your succulent collection.

“Then another poem, but it was handwritten this time, and the next day a annotated copy of Romeo and Juliet was left here at the front desk, and then-” You cut yourself off before mentioning what happened to Spencer, and it didn’t take a team of behavioural experts to know that thinking about it was making you increasingly upset.

“He uh-” You push yourself to continue through your discomfort to mention the last thing the stalker had ‘left behind’. “He left a quote from Romeo and Juliet on a scrumpled piece of paper in Spencer’s hand.”

“Do you still have all of these things?” Hotch noted down each thing you mentioned, looking up at you momentarily to ask the question.

“I uh- the rose I don’t, but again I’m not actually sure about if its actually related or not because my neighbours have a rosebush and it could just be a coincidence-” Garcia’s hand placed again on your shoulder cuts you out of your tangent of a ramble, and you take a sharp breath in through your nose before continuing.

“And I threw the first poem away because i thought someone had posted it through the wrong door by mistake…”

Hotch nods along to your short explanation, taking out his phone. “Alright, I want you to go back home and pick up anything you still have related to this, JJ I want you to join them,”

JJ gives you that soft almost maternal expression as she uncrosses her legs.

“Prentiss I want you to head to the hospital and get the medical notes on what happened to Reid,” He turns his attention across the table towards Prentiss next, nodding slightly in her direction

“Garcia i want you to take a look at the security cameras over the last few days, find out who left that book at the front desk.” She taps her fluffy pen against her chin with a look of determination. “Yes sir, I’m on it,”

“Morgan, I want you to stay here and get a start on the profile, Rossi and I are going to head to Reid’s apartment, see if we can gather anything,”

With a collective agreement from the team, everyone departed from the conference room, intent on solving this as quick as humanely possible.

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The first thing that came back was the CCTV footage. Garcia had recovered it almost as soon as everyone had left the office after retreating back to her tech dungeon. Although due to the unfortunate coincidence of it being late November and therefore literally freezing, she couldn’t get a concrete image of the person’s face nor any definitive features due to the thick coat, gloves, and hat he was wearing.

She did however keep it readily available in case you were able to recognise anything when you returned to the office.

Prentiss returned next, a filed copy of Spencer’s medical notes from the hospital in hand.

Needless to say this guy had done a number on him, starting with a heavy blunt object to the side of his head with the rest of the beating occurring whilst Spencer was unconscious.

“Son of a bitch-” Morgan was not happy when reading through the notes to help him with the profile. “What kind of coward delivers a beating to somebody who can’t fight back?”

“Somebody who can’t win when his victim can fight back?” Prentiss read through the notes again as she sat on the edge of the conference table. “Although the fact that Reid wasn’t killed says something,”

“It was a warning,” Morgan nods slowly as he jots down important points from the medical file. “He didn’t want to kill Reid he wanted to make sure Reid knew what was coming to him if he didn’t back off,”

You and JJ returned to the conference room next, all of the ‘gifts’ collected in a bag that you unloaded on the side of the table. “This is everything…”

Morgan halts from his progress on the profile as you lay out all of the objects on the table to get a proper look at them.

“Talk about bad handwriting,” Prentiss picked up the hand-written poem from the table, scanning over it with her eyes. “I can’t even tell what half of this says,”

“And the half that is readable is definitely something-” Morgan flicks through the pages of the book on the table, his eyebrows furrowed and his mouth downturned.

JJ gently guided you away from the two to sit at the other end of the table, her hands rubbing over your arms. “Do you want me to get you a drink? I’ve got some pods of hot chocolate stowed away,”

You let out a short breath with a small smile. “Thanks JJ, that would- be really nice actually,”

She gives you a gentle smile before heading out of the room to go and make you a drink, and it’s barely a few seconds before Prentiss is calling over to you from the other side of the table.

“Is the letter ‘R’ significant to you? It’s signed at the end of this poem,” She squints her eyes a little to make sure that she’s seeing the scrawled letter correctly.

“Yeah it’s mentioned a few times in here too,” Morgan flicks through the copy of Romeo and Juliet, and you find yourself comparing how little of the book he’d gotten through in the last five minutes to how Spencer had finished the whole thing in that time only a few days ago.

The thought immediately makes you feel upset again, and your co-workers share a glance of shared concern. “Is it- have you-“

You shake your head at their misunderstanding, tugging at your sleeves. “Sorry- I just- got caught up in my own head,”

You furrow your expression as you start going through all of the people you know with the initial ‘R’, again getting caught on Spencer as his surname repeats in your head, not allowing you to think of anything else.

You were beginning to become increasingly frustrated with yourself. Why couldn’t you just not think about him for one goddamn minute?

You didn’t have time to mentally punch yourself over not being able to fully focus on the investigation as Hotch and Rossi made their return from Spencer’s apartment, a small plastic bag in Hotch’s hand containing an authentic 1800’s copy of The Tale of Igor’s Campaign, bound in leather and fit with a metal plated spine.

“Looks like we found our heavy blunt object,” Prentiss eyes the bag as the two entered, and Hotch dropped it on the table next to the other things that you’d laid out.

You couldn’t help but notice the dark reddish-brown stain covering the top edge of the spine plate, presumably from where the impact had cracked Spencer’s skull, the thought only making your mind circle back to Spencer, thankfully again interrupted by the return of JJ with a cup of hot chocolate in her hands.

“Here we go,” She placed the mug in front of you carefully, squeezing a hand against your shoulder before taking a seat besides you.

“Thank you JJ,” The mug felt warm under your fingers, a stark difference to the shudders that were periodically shooting their way down your spine, and the sweetness of the drink did indeed help you calm down, even if only by a little bit.

“Alright, so we have an offender organised enough to be able to break in to two separate houses without leaving any trace of himself behind but unorganised enough to use an improvised weapon that he left at the crime scene?” Morgan furrowed his eyebrows as he examined the book on the table, paying extra attention to its spine plate.

“This guy isn’t your typical stalker, he’s smart, smart enough to know how to not leave a single trace of himself behind unless it’s intentional, so why would he improvise a weapon?” Rossi shook his head slightly as he spoke.

“Anger can make people forget their rational mind,” Hotch examines all of the objects on the table one by one. “Crimes like these are usually driven by extreme levels of emotion,”

The door of the conference room opens with the soft click of heels against the carpet, Garcia entering with iPad in hand. “This is all I could-”

She starts making her way across the room with the iPad outstretched towards you, although stops halfway down the length of the table, turning her head towards the collection of ‘gifts’ that you’d laid out. “Hey, I recognise that succulent,” She points a finger towards the plant with a slight tilt of her head.

“What do you mean babygirl?” Morgan raises an eyebrow slightly, expression still furrowed as he gestures for Garcia to continue.

“When we went plant shopping a few weeks ago,” Garcia turns her head to speak towards you, “In that little plant shop by your house,”

It takes you a second to realise what she’s talking about before your mind seems to compute everything all at once.

A perfectly pruned rose left on your doorstep.

Envelopes with little flower stickers.

A succulent left on your windowsill after you’d bought three of your own.

The letter ‘R’ being left around.

“Riley, Riley Fontana he’s a florist he- he works around the corner from my house,”

The puzzle pieces all seem to fit into place at once, and you find yourself feeling incredibly stupid that you weren’t able to put them together sooner. It was so obvious.

“Sugar, does this look like him?” Garcia continued her original venture down the length of the table to show you the screencap from the office’s CCTV, the clearest picture that she could get without all of the person’s features being covered by heavy winter clothing.

It was the hat that you recognised. A striped black and yellow beanie that Riley would sometimes wear in the shop if it got too cold whilst he was working. It wasn’t exactly the most common thing for someone to wear.

You remember complimenting the nature of the hat when you went to pick up a fresh bunch of flowers for your dining room a few months ago, saying that it ‘kept the florist vibe’ through the way it resembled the striped colouring of a bumble bee. And you remember the way his face flushed pink with awkward gratefulness afterwards.

Knowing what you knew now made that exchange bring a bad taste to your mouth, and you give a half-nod to Garcia as you avert your eyes from the photo. “He wears that beanie whilst he’s working sometimes.”

Morgan and Hotch share a glance before they’re they’re both leaving the conference room with an air of determination, and you figure it won’t be long before they’re returning with Riley in tow.

“Alright sweetheart, you’ve done everything you can for us for now, let me take you home alright?” JJ gives you that stern but tender look that says ‘don’t even try to fight me on this’, and you give her a small nod as you let her lead you out of the office.

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“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Riley hits hits hands against the table as he leans back in the chair he was sat in, becoming increasingly frustrated at the endless questioning he was receiving from Morgan.

“Don’t play dumb with me kid.” Morgan leans on his hands against the other side of the table, towering over Riley with the two’s difference in muscle mass.

“I’m not ‘playing dumb’, you are making no sense.” Riley expresses his frustrations through gesturing with his hands.

“So you’re telling me that you don’t recognise this?” Morgan puts the plant on the table to start with.

“It’s a succulent?” Riley raises an eyebrow at Morgan, his expression silently asking what the point of the question was. “A succulent from your flower shop,”

“And? we have dozens of them, we’re a flower shop,” Riley’s expression continues to show frustrated confusion, and Morgan delights in telling him how it ‘mysteriously’ showed up in your apartment.

“A little suspicious don’t you think?” Morgan tilts his head at Riley in slight condescension.

“What, you think I broke into somebody’s house to leave a plant there? What kind of ridiculousness is that?”

“Lying isn’t going to get you out of this,” Riley bites his tongue with an exasperated expression. “For the 100th time I am not lying to you!”

Morgan puts the copy of Romeo and Juliet on the table much more aggressively than he needs to, it making a loud noise with it’s impact that causes Riley to flinch slightly in his chair. “What about this? Remember this?”

“No?” Riley furrows his eyebrows as if the answer was obvious, his tone conveying the same.

“Then why do we have this picture of you leaving it here a few days ago?” Morgan flips open a small manilla folder that he’d left on the table at the start of the interview, turning it so that Riley could see the CCTV photo of himself clearly.

Riley examined the photo for a few seconds. There was no point in denying that it was him. He was wearing the same beanie and the same coat as he sat, making it look like he’d literally stepped right out of the photo. There was no getting out of this one.

“I didn’t know what was in the parcel,” Riley shrugs, as if him saying that was absolving him of any possible guilt. “I was just dropping it off for my sister,”

Morgan furrows his eyebrows before raising one, not convinced of a single word leaving Riley’s mouth. “Your sister?”

“She said it was something she found second-hand and she couldn’t drop it off herself because she was working a shift.” Riley shrugs again, sighing exasperatedly. “Look, I don’t know man, they talk about old romance books all the time, I have no knowledge nor interest in any of it,”

Morgan gave Riley one final look over before pushing himself upright on the edge of the table and leaving the room without saying a word, shutting the door behind him harshly.

“So, what do we think?” Prentiss uncrosses her arms as she meets Morgan’s stare, eyes flickering between him and the view she had of Riley through a one-way mirror on one of the walls.

Morgan sighs, rubbing his hand over his face in frustration. “I’m not sure,”

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“So, what’s going on with you and Spencer then?,” You hesitate slightly as you hand JJ a mug of tea, joining her on your sofa as you curl your legs up underneath you. “What do you mean?”

JJ accepts the mug with a thankful smile, although her voice remained knowing. “You’re not just avoiding talking about him because he’s injured, something happened at the hospital didn’t it? When you went to visit him?”

It’s times like these where you’re forcefully reminded that you friends and co-workers are profilers, although your half-certain that even a normal person could’ve figured out the weird atmosphere surrounding you when Spencer’s situation was brought up.

”It’s really nothing JJ,” You mirror her as she takes a sip of her tea, the warmth helping soothe you a little, joined by the relief of having somebody keep you company.

“Come on, you can’t fool me.” JJ adjusted her seating position slightly to lean closer to you. “Spill.”

You give her a short sigh and a silent plea for her not to press you on this but her eyes don’t waver, intent on getting to the bottom of your odd demeanour. “He- told me that he was in love with me…”

You keep your keep your eyes trained ahead of you on the turned off screen of your tv, fingers threatening to shake and spill your tea over your trousers.

JJ lets her mug fall into her lap, obviously not expecting to hear what came out of your mouth. “And?”

“And-” You take a deep breath in through your nose. “I turned him down and left-”

“I- Why? You two obviously have something there…” JJ tries to prod as gently as she can without making you over uncomfortable or emotional. “The whole team can see the way you two look at each other…”

“It’s not that- I mean-” you sigh as you lean your head back against the sofa.

“You’re in love with him too, aren’t you?”

Your eyes flicker to JJ’s for a second before you avert them to the floor, suddenly extremely interested in the lines of your hardwood floor.

“…Aren’t you?” JJ reiterates the question again, tilting her head slightly. She knew your answer, but she wanted to hear it from you directly.

“I-“ you purse your lips together, discarding your mug on the coffee table, no longer interested in drinking the rest of your tea. “I’ve put Spencer through a lot, and the best thing I can do right now is take a step back-”

JJ opens her mouth to dispute you, but she barely gets out your name before she’s cut off by a short knock at your door, and she stands from the couch first to answer the door ahead of you, her eyes telling you that she’s going to continue this conversation with you later as she reveals the person on the other side of the door.

“Rachel?” You stick your head around JJ’s shoulder as the familiar length of mouse-brown hair caught your attention. “Hey uh, sorry i’m here about Riley? Apparently he was escorted out of the shop by two FBI agents earlier and my parents are really concerned.”

“Oh, yeah uh…” You pause for a second as you mull over your options for what to say. Do you tell her that Riley might be stalking you and possibly assaulted one of your closest friends? You didn’t want to ruin the family dynamic that you’d witnessed from the Fontanas, especially if you were wrong in your assumption, even if it was extremely obvious in the signs that it was him.

“Uh-” You look between JJ and Rachel for a second. “Do you- wanna come in?”

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“Hey so I did some digging on our little florist,” Garcia waltzes into the conference room holding Morgan, Prentiss, and Hotch, iPad in hand. “And nothing,”

“No delinquency, no social discrepancy, nothing. His record is squeaky clean.” The three seem to visibly deflate a little at that, and Garcia made her way around to stand at the head of the table.

“However, his older sister is another story,” She holds free her hand up in front of her, waving it around to emphasise the difference between the two siblings. “She enrolled in a local college just outside of Quantico, formed a very close attachment to her tutor to the point where he filed a restraining order against her, and then dropped out to work in her mother’s flower shop, where she still works today.”

“What was the restraining order for?” Prentiss raises an eyebrow as she straightens her posture in her chair.

“According to the reports she broke into his apartment whilst he was at work, set up a ‘romantic dinner’, and then threatened his cat’s life when he turned her down,” Garcia’s eyes scan over her iPad screen as she summarises the report. “She had to be escorted out by the police,”

Morgan sits turning his swivel chair back and forth for a second as he listens to Garcia, and something seems to click in his mind as he suddenly stops, his eyes conveying pure urgency. “Does her name start with the letter R?”

“Uh-” Garcia scans over her screen for a second before looking up with a nod. “Yes, her name is Rachel, Rachel Fontana.”

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“Oh no, that’s awful,” Rachel gives you a solemn frown as you gloss over the details of the situation and why Riley had to be taken in for questioning, sipping on the mug of tea you’d offered her after inviting her inside. “Although Riley is a really good kid, i’m sure it must just be some awful coincidence,”

She places a comforting hand on your knee, and you place your own on top of hers, giving it a small squeeze. “Yeah I hope so,”

“I’m sure this will all be settled soon,” She gives you a soft smile of comfort, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Yeah you know how the team are, we’ll have it solved in no time,” JJ joins in on the reassurance before being interrupted by the vibrating of her phone on the table, picking it up and showing you the caller id displaying Hotch’s name. “Speak of the devil.”

JJ holds up a finger as she answers the phone, getting up from the sofa to excuse herself to the next room over. “Hey Hotch,”

“Where are you?” Hotch’s voice was stern and almost demanding, and JJ explained how the two of you were in your house with a furrowed expression, concerned by Hotch’s tone.

“Hotch what’s wrong?”

“The stalker isn’t Riley,” His voice sent an almost visible tremor up her back.

“It’s Rachel Fontana.”

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ramblingthoughtsofayoungadult · 2 months

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Unpredictable, Part 9-Limoreau x black!fem!reader fic

A/N: I'm finally updating! Thanks for your patience. Also, I didn't fully rewatch the episode so there will be some differences. Let me know if you wanted to be added to the taglist. Also, if you were on the taglist and aren't on it for this post, it just means when I typed your username, it didn't pop up. Enjoy!

Word count: 7.1k

Warnings: Swearing, sensuality, some angst, and general reader! insecurities about relationships

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The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the blood around my mouth. The coppery taste made my stomach lurch as I sat up and touched my mouth.

At least it was dried blood.

The second thing I noticed was the dejected expression on Cate’s face as she sat up on the couch across from me. She stared down at the ground, but she wasn’t looking at anything. For a second, I started to reach a hand towards her but stopped when I remembered what she’d done.

Just as I set my hand back in my lap, Marie and Jordan jerked awake, making me flinch in the process. It wasn’t until I settled a little that I noticed they were flanking me, and I looked down at my lap to hide my wide smile and warm cheeks.

“Is this real?” Marie asked.

“Yes, this is real,” Cate confirmed.

Immediately, Jordan jumped to his feet and shifted to their female form. They grinned so widely at the result that their dimples showed and Marie visibly relaxed next to me. Then, I noticed Marie glance at me.

Maybe if it worked for Jordan…

I took a deep breath and tried to focus on what else would unfold in the day. Instead of a picture, all I saw were hazy black and gray figures in my mind and it felt like my brain had hit a wall. I swallowed the lump in my throat and shook my head.

“Really?” Marie asked, placing her hand on top of mine.

“Don’t worry about it,” I muttered, slowly pulling my hand away.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, your powers should come back soon,” Cate voiced hoarsely.

I thought I nodded as I slowly moved to my feet. “I’m gonna go clean myself up.”

“Do you need any help?” Jordan offered.

“No, I got it.”

After a few minutes of wandering through Dusty’s house, I found a semi-clean bathroom and locked the door as soon as I walked in. The faucet handles were slippery, and it took a few tries before I finally got the water running. When I reached for the paper towel roll on top of the toilet, I realized that my hands were trembling.

“Stop it, Y/N, calm down,” I hissed. “There’s nothing to worry about.”

Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry ran through my head like a mantra as I patted my face with warm water.

“I do not need my powers to be myself,” I muttered. “I’m still me even if I can’t see potential future outcomes.”

Or help my friends or loved ones or pass any crim classes or get a job as a supe.

Then, I was thankful that the running water drowned out my sobs since I wasn’t sure how much of a noise blocker my hand was. I almost collapsed over the sink as my back shook with sobs and the hot tears ran down my face.

No matter how much I wanted to stop crying, I couldn’t. It was like all those years of holding it back made me incapable of doing it in the moment.

Why did this happen to me? Why do I have to get screwed over all the time? bitterly ran through my mind.

I never did anything to Cate to deserve this, nothing at all and she wiped me twice without thinking of the consequences. Wiping two days’ worth of memories from four people’s minds must have been a first for her. There was no telling what that could have done to her powers, and she still did it.

I don’t know why my brain decided that was the time to remember Cate’s playful smile when she talked me into sneaking off campus with the others or her sincerity when I processed my feelings about Jordan and Marie with her. My chest ached and it wasn’t like I had a chest cold----it was almost like I took a direct blow from Luke, but it ached worse than that.

None of Cate’s actions made sense at the moment. Shetty must have put in a lot of effort to manipulate her because she was my friend, almost like the big sister I never had. When I really thought about it, Cate was one of my most attentive friends. Whenever I was stressed or anxious, Cate would take me to her favorite campus green to meditate; when a creepy guy approached me at a party or club, Cate was one of the first people to intervene; and she always insisted that I joined her, Jordan, Andre, and Luke for study groups.

I had to know how she could go from that to rendering me powerless. As I finished cleaning the blood from around the left side of my mouth and nostril, a sinking feeling came over me.

If Shetty could do that to Cate then what had she done to me?

Knock! Knock!

The sound made me jump and shook me out of my stupor.

“One second!” I called, frantically wiping at the other side of my face.

As I stared at my reflection, I internally winced at my red, puffy eyes. It would take at least three rounds of Peter Thomas Roth under eye masks and endless eye drops to remedy them.

“I just wanted to check on you,” Marie’s voice softly called.

I almost froze and huffed.

“Oh, I’m fine.” I sniffled and wiped at my nose.

“I’ll believe you when you open the door.”

Did Marie have some sort of fixation with seeing me at my worst?

“Seriously, you can go back to the others,” I tried to insist.

“If you don’t, I will break down this door.”

“You wouldn’t do that.”

Marie paused. “Jordan would.”

I huffed and threw the used tissues and paper towel in the trash can. After taking three deep breaths to calm myself, I unlocked the door and let Marie in. She immediately entered the room, forcing me to back up. Slowly, her hands grabbed the sides of my face, and she looked me over, eyes softening at the bits of blood I hadn’t been able to clean.

Then, I carefully grabbed her hands and started pulling away. “You don’t have to get that close to see that I’m fine.”

“Oh, I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable,” Marie apologized, then, she frowned. “Actually, no. After everything you said, you pushed me and Jordan away and ran as soon as we woke up; it’s confusing.”

I sighed and turned away from her as I grabbed more paper towel. “I’m sorry. After everything that happened when we were in Cate’s head, I didn’t want you or Jordan to see me like this…again.”

As soon as I turned towards the sink, Marie stepped in front of me and gently took the paper towel out of my hands. She gestured towards the toilet, and I sat on the seat as she wet the paper towel in the sink. After a few seconds, she turned off the faucet and leaned down in front of me.

Marie’s gaze was laser-focused as she cleaned up the rest of my face. The silence in the space was comfortable but I couldn’t stop fidgeting with my braids as she worked.

“When are you gonna understand that Jordan and I don’t care if you don’t look perfect all the time?” she finally uttered. “They just told you how we’re all messy in our own way and it’s okay that you’re a part of it.”

“I didn’t think I had any more tears left in me but I guess I was wrong,” I muttered with a shrug.

Marie hummed in response as she continued gently wiping my face. A few more seconds passed until she was finally done.

“Finding you and Cate scared the shit out of me,” she stated. “It felt like the ground fell out from under me and I had no idea what to do. Jordan had the idea of slowing down your heart rates and it worked but, I’m scared to think what would happen if it didn’t.”

“But it did work because you have amazing powers.” I grabbed her hands. “You saved me, and Cate and I know you’ll save more.” Then, I let go of her hands. “Well, not know-know.”

“Hey, you’ll get your powers back. We’ll figure something out,” Marie insisted. “But what if we don’t” hung on the tip of my tongue and I didn’t let it fall out. Instead, I watched Marie throw away the dirty paper towel and then she grabbed my hands.

“It’s okay to let us help you,” she said.

“But, you’ll get tired---”

“I won’t and I know Jordan won’t either. People take care of each other in relationships.”

I looked down at our clasped hands. “That’s all…new for me.”

Marie squeezed my hands. “Me too but, I know the basics.”

Having a loving family must have been nice; at least Marie had a normal baseline for how to be in a relationship. Then, I realized that she kept looking at me.

“What? Is there something else on my face? Did my eyes get worse?” I rambled.

Marie laughed. “No, your face is fine; pretty.”

My cheeks warmed at her words, and I couldn’t keep the grin off my lips. Then, I felt myself lean towards Marie and she quickly closed the gap. Her lips were slightly chapped but mostly soft against mine. As I pressed my lips against hers, I let go of Marie’s hands and tangled my hands in her twists. Marie’s hands ghosted up my hips and underneath my cardigan, pulling me closer to her.

I sighed at the feeling but didn’t stop kissing her. Somehow, Marie didn’t break the kiss as she stood, pulling me to my feet and running her hands up and down my back.

I could have stayed like that for a while but a scream followed by banging interrupted.

“SAM!” Emma yelled.

We broke apart and I grabbed Marie’s hand and tugged her out of the bathroom with me. When we got to the living room, it was a mess. On one end of the room, Jordan and Andre were picking themselves off the floor and trying to avoid all the broken glass and other furniture casualties. On the other end, Sam held a weak Cate up against a wall that already had a sizable hole in it. Based on the dust on Cate’s clothes, Sam had attacked her. Emma stood behind Sam, eyes wide but her voice calm. “Sam, it’s okay, you can let her go.”

“She hurt you---she made you forget,” Sam griped.

“But I’m okay now, everyone is okay now. You can let her go, she’s not going to hurt anyone else.”

It was hard to gauge how much I agreed with the last part of Emma’s statement, but I doubted Cate would go after one of us again soon. Slowly, Sam let her go and Cate collapsed on the ground, gasping. Marie hurried over to Cate’s side to help her up and Sam backed away from them, eyes still boring holes in the top of Cate’s head.

My eyes flitted to Emma, who seemed a little more relieved, and ran a hand through her messy hair.

“Why is your hair that messy?” I asked.

“What is it with people asking me that today? Why is your lip gloss smudged?”

Then, Jordan turned to me and raised an eyebrow. “Great timing, freshie.”

I thumbed at my lips and my cheeks warmed even more. “Get your head out of the gutter. Anyway, what brought you two back here?”

Emma straightened up. “We were looking for you guys because I wanted, well, actually, Sam has something he would like to say.”

Then, Emma gave Sam the same look her mom gave her when she needed her to improve on a take. Suddenly, Sam’s shoulders slumped, and he pouted as he gazed at the tips of his dirty sneakers.

“I’m sorry for almost killing you guys…twice. I’m working on getting better control of my emotions but being locked up for eighteen years really screws with your head,” Sam stated.

The silence that followed was almost unbearable. Cate’s eyes never left Sam as if she was waiting on him to pounce again; Marie frowned; Andre’s jaw clenched so hard that I wasn’t sure he would speak for a while; and Jordan cocked her head to the side.

Finally, Andre said, “You didn’t almost kill us.”

“Fifteen more seconds and he might have,” Jordan admitted.

“My head is still sore from the last time we met but I’m willing to move forward if you stop attacking us on sight,” I added.

“I’m really sorry about that. You’re Y/N, right? Emma talks about you all the time,” Sam commented.

I grinned. “Oh, really?”

Sam nodded. “Yeah, she was saying that you’re great but clueless about relationships and----”

Emma patted Sam’s chest. “Okay, Sam, that’s enough. We don’t have time to talk about that because of the other thing.”

I narrowed my eyes at Emma. “Clueless, seriously?”

She smiled sheepishly and I sighed.

Unfortunately, Emma wasn’t fully wrong, but she didn’t have to tell Sam that. Besides, I was working on it.

For the next few minutes, the two filled us in on everything that was going on in the Woods. How Shetty had Dr. Cardoza experimenting on supes and how several people Sam knew down there got sick. Even though most of them got better, a couple died.

“And they never experimented on you?” Andre asked.

“Not the way they did with Tommy. He was super messed up but a funny guy. One day, they took him away for a session with Cardoza and I never saw him again,” Sam recalled.

“And Shetty knows about all of this and is doing nothing to stop it?” Marie confirmed.

“She hates supes; she wants us all dead,” Sam griped.

Cate shook her head. “That…that can’t be true. Indira always helped me and Y/N.”

Jordan glared at her. “Come on, Cate. Shetty manipulated the shit out of you because she knew we were getting too close.”

“And I want to know why she wanted the two of us to be so close,” I added.

Cate bit her bottom lip and played with the hem of her sweater. “This…this is a lot.”

I nodded. “But it sounds like they’re working on a virus that targets supes. Based on what Sam described, maybe they picked strong supes that weren’t as useful as Sam to be guinea pigs.” “So, they come up with a virus to kill all of us?” Andre asked.

“I don’t know if that’s the goal, though. Vought has invested way too much money in making supes and if all the GOD U students dropped dead, that’s the next lineup of the Seven gone,” Jordan interjected.

“And society is built around supes, and the fallout would be bad,” Marie said.

“But if Shetty hates us so much, she wouldn’t care,” I thought.

“How is she getting away with this when Vought watches everything? She has to report to them all the time,” Jordan wondered.

Since Brink died, Shetty had to have even more people working under her than before. It would be easy to have certain people cover up for her or maybe the woman was gifted at hiding heinous plots. Seeing how much effort she put into manipulating Cate, there was no telling how far Shetty was willing to go to hide the Woods.

“Shetty could lie on the reports; it’s not like Vought reads through everything carefully,” I pointed out.

“So, what do we do?” Emma asked.

At the moment, I wished that I had my powers. It would have made it much easier to come up with a plan. Instead, I didn’t try but racked my brain for ideas.

“I can help here,” Cate announced.

Everyone turned to her in unison, and no one looked confident. In all honesty, Sam seemed to be contemplating going after her again; Emma looked as though she wished Cate would stop talking; Andre somehow clenched his jaw more; Marie side-eyed her; and Jordan’s glare almost made me feel bad too. I tried to relax my shoulders and forced myself to listen.

“I know that no one trusts me right now but, I am the only one with a direct line to Indira,” Cate said. “Please, just let me try.”

“How do we know you won’t turn on us again?” Andre asked.

“I won’t, I promise,” Cate insisted.

“Yeah, well, your promises don’t mean shit to me right now,” Andre hissed.

“I agree with Andre; after this, anything’s possible,” Emma said.

Cate hesitated and turned to me. “Y/N, please, you know me. I may have messed up but I wouldn’t do it twice.”

A part of me wanted to believe her, really, but the other part was the giant gaping wound of being manipulated so badly that I had no powers. My stomach sunk when I looked at her and I suddenly felt nauseous.

I hugged my arms tightly around my waist. “I don’t know, Cate. I want to trust you again, but it’s difficult.”

Cate’s expression fell and I didn’t know if I wanted to comfort her or scream at her. Everything was so confusing and it didn’t help that I had this gnawing feeling that something else was going on; something that none of us knew.

Marie stepped forward to stand next to Cate. “I think this could be a good first step for you to start earning our trust, but I don’t blame Y/N for feeling how she feels.”

“Same here,” Jordan agreed.

I smiled at their words and had to fight to keep myself from crying even more.

After some deliberation, we decided that Cate, Andre, Marie, Jordan, and I would focus on getting Shetty to expose her plot while Emma helped Sam hide from Vought or Shetty or whoever he’d upset.

That decision led me to leaning against the wall in a booth at an off-campus diner. It was fairly quiet, save for the handful of families laughing with their kids and the game that was on the outdated TV perched on a corner stand. Even though there was a giant plate of fries and greasy burgers on the table, barely anyone ate. I couldn’t stop staring at Cate, who was on her phone in the front corner of the restaurant.

“Can anyone hear anything?” Andre asked.

“No,” Marie said.

“And she’s not even facing us so we can’t even try lip reading,” I muttered.

Marie turned to me. “You know how to lip read?”

“Yeah, every crim major does. It’s part of the body language class,” I explained.

Marie nodded slowly. “This school is nuts.”

“We know,” Jordan muttered.

Finally, Cate hung up the phone and wandered back over to us. “I can’t see her yet; she’s in the city all morning.”

“What does that mean?” Jordan asked.

“I’ll have to wait at her house and get her to talk then,” Cate said.

Andre shook his head. “That’s too much time.”

“Did she sound different or suspicious of you?” Marie asked.

“No, she sounded fine. I’m sorry this isn’t turning out how we hoped.”

Based on her slumped shoulders, I guessed that Cate was telling the truth. The situation was both irritating and relieving since my list of questions for Shetty grew every minute and I was itching to ask them, but I was also thankful for a chance to gather my bearings. The thought of confronting her made me fidget since Shetty had helped me a lot.

How could someone be so kind and so hateful at the same time?

“…and stay out of our heads!”

Jordan’s exclamation jerked me from my thoughts, and I watched them shift to their male form and storm out of the diner. Andre ran his hand over his face and started messing with a straw while Cate looked down at her gloved hands.

“I’ll be back,” Marie muttered, slipping out of the booth and trailing after Jordan.

I blinked and turned back to Cate and Andre. “Sorry, what did I miss?”

“Jordan’s pissed because we have to wait at Shetty’s to get any info out of her and we’re on a timer pretty much,” Andre explained.

“This is all my fault,” Cate muttered.

Instead of answering, I dumped a handful of fries on my plate and started using them to make patterns in the ketchup between bites. When I bit into a burger, I almost moaned at the taste.

Either I was ravenous, or this place had decent food.

When I glanced back up, Cate and Andre stared at me.

I swallowed. “I got hungry.”

“You’re not gonna go after your…partners?” Andre asked.

I straightened up and continued munching on a fry. “We never labeled ourselves as anything and Marie’s got it.”

“Well, I’m glad the three of you have figured something out,” Cate offered.

“Thanks, but, I don’t know how much we have figured out.”

With everything going on, I never paused to think about how this relationship would work. In all honesty, I was shocked that I was able to tell Jordan and Marie how I felt and even more when both reciprocated. But I wondered what happened from here. How did we figure that out?

“It takes time,” Cate answered.

I snapped my eyes up to her. “Could you not probe my mind for a second?”

“Sorry, I can’t help it right now.”

Just as I was going to take another bite, my phone buzzed in my lap.

M: Come outside.

I quickly typed back, Omw.

“If I’m not back soon, just get a box for me.”

“Got you,” Andre said.

When I got outside, the chill made me wrap my cardigan tighter around me. Fortunately, Jordan and Marie were just around the corner and it was a short walk. Just as I got around the corner, the two were kissing. It only lasted a few seconds until Jordan pulled away, a smirk on his face, and I imagined Marie had a similar expression.

“What was that about my bad timing?” I called.

Marie turned at the sound of my voice and Jordan’s smirk deepened.

“Don’t be jealous,” he sang.

Funnily enough, I wasn’t jealous the first time I caught them; just shocked and confused. This time, watching them made me smile all over.

I rolled my eyes at Jordan’s words and sauntered over to them. “Please tell me you didn’t make Marie summon me in an attempt to make me jealous.”

“He didn’t make me do anything, but I thought you should be a part of this conversation,” Marie explained.

Then, Marie launched into hers and Jordan’s idea to break into Shetty’s office, find damning evidence of the Woods and the virus, and bring it to Victoria Neuman. The more she talked, the more the uneasiness set in.

“That town hall is happening today so it’s perfect timing,” Marie concluded.

Jordan looked at me expectantly and I glanced at the giant blue and red poster of the political candidate on the side of the building. Politicians had this strange fixation on looking hopeful, trustworthy, and powerful in all their photos. According to Coco, it was one of the most challenging parts of the field. No matter what any politician did, it all seemed fake to me. Maybe it was because I could see what they would really do if they were elected.

Even though I couldn’t use my powers, something about Victoria Neuman seemed off to me.

“Say it, freshie,” Jordan encouraged gently.

“In theory, I think it’s a good idea to get this information to someone with massive influence,” I started.

“But,” Marie said.

“But I have a weird feeling about her, actually, I’ve been having a weird feeling all day now,” I admitted.

“This is our best shot to expose Shetty right now,” Marie argued.

I nodded. “And I’m not saying not to take it. I’m saying I’m not sure how it’ll play out.”

“Is this about your powers?” Jordan asked.

“No, sort of, anyway, like I said, if you want to go rogue, do it.”

“You’d be coming with us too.” Marie reached a hand towards me, and I unfolded my arms to let her play with my fingers.

I sighed. “But I don’t know how helpful I’ll be.”

“This is gonna sound cheesy as hell, but you don’t need your powers to be helpful. You figured out that Cate manipulated you twice and you figured out that their goal in the Woods is to create a virus against supes. And you did all that without your powers,” Jordan pointed out.

“You’re amazing, Y/N,” Marie added.

I smiled and flipped my braids over my shoulder. “If you say so.”

Marie shook her head and Jordan grabbed my other hand.

“So, this may not be the best time to ask but are we…”

“You’re my girlfriend,” Jordan answered.

“Our girlfriend,” Marie corrected.

“She asked me out first.”

“No, I didn’t. I told you I liked you first,” I argued.

Jordan shrugged. “Same thing.”

Marie swatted Jordan’s arm with her free hand. “This relationship isn’t a competition.”

“Said the sore loser.”

Just as they were about to start bickering, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I let go of Jordan’s hand to grab it, ignored his feigned insulted gasp, and swiped through it. Sydney had texted Sasha, Alina, Lydia, and me in our group text.

S:911. Meeting in an hour.

“As much as I would love to continue this, I have to go to Si Chi,” I said, slipping my phone back in my pocket.

“Really? Now?” Jordan asked.

“Emergency meeting and I need time to get ready. I’ll text you both later.”

When I moved to hug Marie, she pecked my lips instead and I flinched. She smiled mischievously and I blinked at her.

“And I thought you were this shy, sweet freshman,” I muttered.

“I learn quickly,” she teased.

I shook my head and turned to Jordan, who immediately pressed his lips against mine, hands roaming all over my back. I was in a daze as he moaned but when one of his hands squeezed my butt, I yelped and jumped away.

“Jordan!” I rasped.

Even though Jordan apologized, he did not look sorry at all. As I sauntered off to get an Uber, I couldn’t help but wonder what I had gotten myself into but couldn’t deny the buzz of excitement at the thought.

Exactly fifty-five minutes later, I sat in the large conference room in Si Chi, freshly showered and made up. The cherry red Ralph Lauren tennis mini dress and white Chanel platforms paired with my braids swept up in a messy bun made me feel exposed but pretty. A minute later, Alina and Lydia waltzed in together. Alina’s hair was in a low bun with pieces framing her face and her black long-sleeved Naked Wardrobe skirt set flowed around her with each step. Lydia wore a deep plum Givenchy blazer over a white Oxford and dark Levi’s, her deep auburn hair fell around her shoulders in soft curls.

Immediately, Lydia took a seat across from me while Alina took a seat on my right.

“Hi, Lydia, Alina,” I greeted.

“Hi, Y/N,” Lydia chirped.

“Hi,” Alina said.

As soon as they sat, Sydney breezed in, her knit white DKNY dress catching the light as well as her diamond studs. She pushed a wavy strawberry blonde tendril out of her face as she took a seat at the head of the table and set her canvas Marc Jacobs tote on the glossy table.

“Hello, girls,” Sydney said.

“Hello, Sydney.”

Our unified voices sent a chill down my spine.

Finally, Sasha burst in, sweat coating her forehead as she quickly took the seat next to Lydia and adjusted her deep green wrap dress. “Sorry, there was a big crowd because of the rally.”

“It’s okay, Sasha. Just remember to factor in big events when you’re commuting for other meetings,” Sydney advised evenly.

Sasha seemed to gulp and nodded.

“That leads me to the topic of this emergency meeting. I know that the town hall on campus is going to be packed and it’s been a hot topic for weeks since it was announced. This morning, all the Greek presidents met and determined that each house will decide their own policy for attendance,” Sydney explained. “I’ve debated this for a while. Our high standards and reputation attract ambitious women and plenty of them will want to attend the town hall. However, I am also concerned about the safety of this event since there is so much opposition on both sides.”

Sydney paused.

“That is why I believe that no Si Chi girl should attend the event,” Sydney stated.

Even though she worded it softly, Sydney was forbidding all of us from attending. If anyone was caught, that would mean an automatic exit from the house.

“It’s especially important for us as leadership to be role models for the initiates. We must choose our events wisely and we don’t want any of them risking anything because of their ideologies or to try to go viral,” Sydney explained.

“It makes sense. Those pro-supes are rowdy,” Lydia agreed.

And ignorant, I thought.

“I’m all for supe rights but I don’t want to be caught in a riot,” Alina added.

“How do we communicate this to the other girls?” Sasha asked.

“Y/N can send something out in the house Discord.” Sydney smiled at me. “You know how to make it tasteful but authoritative.”

As much as I appreciated the compliment, I couldn’t stop thinking of how to persuade her. If I had my powers, this would be nothing but the only thing I had was my wits. The more I thought, the more I was concerned that my wits abandoned me.

“Well, that’s it unless anyone has something to add?” Sydney prompted.

Finally, I had something.

“Yes. I agree that everyone’s safety is important, but I don’t think we’ve thought about the political science majors. Their professors will be all over this and more and more of them want first-hand footage. I think discouraging everyone will put them at a real disadvantage,” I said.

My heart pounded in my ears as I watched the gears turn in Sydney’s head. It wasn’t my best work but it might have made a difference.

“It’s a shame but, they’ll have to figure something else out,” Sydney said.

“Well---”

“Have that done in thirty, okay?”

Sydney’s words were light but her eyes were so intense that my words stopped in my head. I nodded and she dismissed everyone. Sasha grinned widely at me as she stood and walked out.

“I guess your friend will have to figure something else out. With it being junior year and all, it’s even more important that she doesn’t fail anything,” Sasha said.

“Her name is Coco and even though this is an inconvenience she’ll figure something out.”

As confident as I was in Coco, I had no idea what I was going to do. Surprisingly, writing up the Discord message was easy, even though plenty of the girls were upset, it was a simple fix of, “If you’re disappointed, Sydney is more than happy to answer your questions.” However, I wasn’t sure how I was going to tell Jordan and Marie that I couldn’t help them get the information to Neuman.

Of course, the time we set to meet up outside of Shetty’s office arrived too soon and I found myself pacing down the hall, filled with dread the closer I got to Shetty’s office. When I arrived, the door was already open and my heart lurched into my throat.

Oh no, we’ve been caught, this won’t work, I panicked.

Then, I forced myself to take a deep breath and crept closer to the door. It took five more deep breaths for me to get the courage to peek around the corner. At first glance, Shetty’s office looked like it normally did: peaceful but professional. Her space was light and airy with the perfect amount of light from the sun seeping through the windows. However, when I looked closer, there were papers sprawled over her desk, something that she would never stand for.

Just as I started to creep in, Jordan popped up from behind the desk and cursed loudly when she saw me.

“You could have said something, freshie!” Jordan admonished, one hand pressed to her chest and another holding a file.

“Well, I didn’t know who was in here!” I defended, wandering further in. “You should have closed the doors behind you.”

Jordan smirked. “You say that like I’m not the one who taught you how to sneak into places. I would have just told whoever that Shetty needed me to find something.”

“Technically, you all contributed to teaching me that but okay.”

Then, I turned back towards the doors to start closing them when Marie slipped in. We nearly collided but I took a half step back.

“Shit, sorry!” Marie exclaimed.

“It’s fine, I guess it’s my karma.”

I let her slip past me and made sure the doors were secured behind us before joining her and Jordan at Shetty’s desk.

“Have you found anything yet?” Marie asked.

“No, just different files on different kids.”

I perked up. “Like the ones she checks in with?”

“I think so. I didn’t read any because that felt wrong.” Jordan paused. “And don’t go looking for your file; you need to be focused.”

“Fine,” I groaned playfully.

We decided it would be best for Jordan and me to go through Shetty’s physical files while Marie searched her computer. As I skimmed the documents, my brain circled around how I would tell them that I couldn’t go to the town hall. There was no great way to say, “Hey, I can’t help you expose a major conspiracy because my house president said ‘no’ and if I disobey, I’ll be ostracized.” I would find better words but that’s what it all boiled down to.

If only Si Chi and rankings didn’t matter so much.

Then, I paused at a newspaper clipping I found. It was from that plane crash a couple of years back, the one that Queen Maeve and Homelander failed to save. The thought of all those people dying made my stomach churn. As I kept reading, my stomach settled a little and I felt myself buzzing.

“Look.” I set the file down on Shetty’s desk and Jordan stepped closer and Marie swiveled in her chair.

“It’s from that plane crash,” Marie observed.

“Why would Shetty have a file on this?” Jordan asked.

“Because of this.” I flipped through the documents and pointed out the passenger list. “It’s right in the middle.”

After a few seconds of reading, both their eyes widened.

“Holy shit,” Jordan breathed.

“Her kid and her husband were on that plane; that’s why she hates all supes, it makes total sense,” Marie said.

“It’s only motive but, it might be useful for Neuman. But no one’s found anything on the Woods?” I asked.

Marie and Jordan shook their heads.

“Great, this couldn’t get worse,” Marie muttered.

Immediately, Shetty’s office door handle started jiggling and our eyes snapped to it.

“I thought you locked the door,” Jordan hissed.

“No, it would have been suspicious if the door was locked,” I whispered back.

“We don’t have time for this. Hide whatever you can.”

Frantically, we shoved the unimportant files in random drawers, and I kept the one about the plane crash under my denim jacket. Just when the door pushed open, someone dragged me down and I found myself sandwiched between Jordan and Marie underneath Shetty’s desk. It was a tight squeeze, and I didn’t think that I could move if I tried but, I was more focused on keeping my breathing even as someone entered the office.

“Nice digs. I guess this is what you get for screwing over everyone,” a masculine voice drawled.

“That’s Cardoza,” Jordan mouthed.

My eyes widened and I could feel my heart rate pick up. For a few seconds, I couldn’t focus on any of my surroundings, and I couldn’t hear anything either. This shouldn’t have been happening, I took my medicine, I knew I did.

Just breathe, Y/N, and use your exercise.

I see three of Jordan’s rings, I smell Marie’s hair oil, I feel really warm, and----

My thoughts were cut off by Marie grabbing my shoulders and muttering, “It’s okay.”

In the next few seconds, my heart rate slowed down, and I breathed a lot easier. I would have turned to thank her if it would have blown our cover.

For the next minute, Dr. Cardoza ranted about how his medical prowess was misused and how no one was supposed to get hurt.

“It was all for science! But screw science and me, right?” he bellowed.

Then, he got quiet for a second, but it was quickly filled by the sound of something trickling. Since she was in the most convenient position, Jordan poked her head out from her hiding spot only to immediately retract it and shake her head.

I hated where my imagination went.

Finally, the sound stopped, and the man groaned. “Here’s your precious data.”

Something plopped onto the desk, and we all perked up. As soon as the door slammed behind him, we rushed out from our hiding spot. Marie grabbed the USB that Dr. Cardoza dropped and plugged it into the computer. In seconds, we had everything that could expose Dean Shetty and the Woods. Some of the details made me wretch and some things did not need visuals but had them.

It was perfect ammunition.

“Wow,” Marie said.

“How long were they doing all this?” Jordan muttered.

I shook my head, grabbed the file from my jacket, and took pictures of the important parts. “I don’t know if I want to know at this point.”

After Marie grabbed the USB and we put everything else back to normal, we got out of that office as quickly as we could. While we walked down the hallway, my thumbs flew across my phone screen.

“I just sent the pictures to you both,” I said.

“Why? Are you afraid you’ll accidentally delete it?” Marie asked.

Okay, here it goes.

“I can’t go to the town hall,” I confessed.

“Are you scared? No one’s going to do anything, they’re all talk,” Jordan said. “And I wouldn’t let them touch you.”

“Neither would I,” Marie affirmed.

“I appreciate that but, it’s not out of fear. Si Chi girls can’t attend; president’s orders.”

They stopped walking at the same time, and I lagged a little, dreading facing them. At first, they both looked stunned then Jordan looked like she would strangle someone, and Marie was confused.

“That’s bullshit,” Jordan hissed.

“Yeah, they can’t tell you where you can and can’t go,” Marie agreed.

I shifted my weight from foot to foot. “Well, they sort of can. If I go, it’s immediate expulsion from the sorority.”

“But this is important. They have to make an exception,” Marie offered.

“I couldn’t tell them about this. Sydney would get an ulcer at the thought of breaking into the dean’s office and going through private files,” I argued. “Plus, if I told them about any of this, they’d think I’m a crazy conspiracy theorist.”

“This isn’t a conspiracy or a theory; they did this shit and no one did anything about it,” Jordan insisted.

I huffed. “I know that, Jordan, but I also know these girls and they don’t like to leave their comfort zones. Even though Sydney is one of the more progressive presidents, she still has to maintain the standards.”

“Even if it includes covering up Shetty’s plan to make everyone sick?”

I hesitated. “I…I’m not sure.”

Marie groaned. “Come on, Y/N, you don’t have to do every little thing they say. You’re high up in the house, doesn’t that mean anything?”

“Yes, it means more status and respect but also more eyes, so I’m almost double forbidden from going.” I sighed. “I’m sorry but, this is as far as I can go. Text or video call me if you need anything.”

The moment I turned on my heel and started walking away, I understood what a kicked puppy must feel like. I only made it a few steps before both grabbed one of my wrists.

“Stop running,” Jordan said.

“I’m not running,” I argued.

“Bullshit, this whole thing is,” she challenged.

I paused and narrowed my eyes at Jordan. “It might be to you but it’s very important to me. It always has been.”

When I pulled at her hand, Jordan let me go and I turned to Marie, but her expression hardened.

“You don’t have to do this,” she insisted.

I scoffed. “Yes, I do. Vought already gave you their stamp of approval, so you’re set. I have to play it smart, and I can’t do anything to lose Si Chi right now.”

“That’s not fair, Y/N,” Marie said.

“It’s the truth, though. I’m on thin ice with not being able to use my powers and I can’t mess up anything else!”

Jordan stepped closer to me. “The Woods is bigger than anything at this school. Screw rankings, Si Chi, and GOD U. Shetty wants us all dead and you have a chance to stop her. You have a chance to be a hero.”

They were right, this was a fantastic opportunity to help people and make GOD U a better place. We had no idea how many kids were still trapped down there or what they were experiencing. This plot needed to be exposed and everyone needed to be held accountable. At any other time, I would have jumped at the chance to help but I couldn’t.

If only Sydney hadn’t given that order.

I wanted the ground to swallow me up and take me somewhere far away from the two pairs of deep brown eyes that bored into me. I also wanted Marie and Jordan to stop looking at me with such intensity; it just made everything harder.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered.

“You’re not the only one risking your ranking here, you know. I don’t get why you insist on doing all this shit after everything,” Jordan spat.

I flinched at her tone and swallowed thickly. I knew she was referring to my family and how awful they were. The worst part was I didn’t know why I was like this either.

How could I have made so much progress just to end up back where I was?

Just a few hours ago, I was giggly about having a new girlfriend and partner. Before my meeting at Si Chi, I even made spreadsheets of some dates we could have and gift ideas for holidays and birthdays.

Seeing them both look at me with such hurt in their eyes almost broke me and I wanted to forget about the smug expression on Sasha’s face and Sydney’s tone. But, I just couldn’t.

#black!reader #gen v x reader #jordan li x reader #limoreau x reader #marie moreau x reader

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helluvabossrewrite45 · 6 months

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I've seen a post on your blog about how in your rewrite of Exes and Oohs, where you made Crimson a sinner who adopted Moxxie and how their conflict is rewritten to Crimson now being against Moxxie's job at I.M.P. due to the former raising the latter to not be like him in his past life at all costs. While I do this idea of yours, as I feel and agree with you that it gives a more unique parent vs child conflict between Crim & Mox, I do feel however that this idea of yours raises a couple questions/plot holes, so I thought I'd ask you.

If Crimson in your HB Rewrite/AU is a sinner now, why does he look like an imp rather than a sinner (do you plan on redesigning Crimson to look like a sinner instead of an imp or do plan on keeping him the same)?

If Exes and Oohs takes place in the Greed Ring and Crimson is now a sinner, how is he able to be in the aforementioned ring itself when it's been established by Viv that sinners can't leave the Pride Ring (unless in your AU that sinners are no longer trapped in the Pride Ring and can travel to all the other rings or Exes and Oohs is relocated to take place in the Pride Ring instead of the Greed Ring like in the original canon)?

Thank you for coming with your concerns anon

I haven't thought about the difference between sinners and imps are in term of design (perhaps sinner having more animalistic features to represent their sins?). This is a valid point to bring up, I might redesign him to fit that though I cant put that redesign onto the rewrites since I dont know how to insert it and im not good at drawing online, i can only do it in paper. I could change it into his parents being sinners and raising him as a parentless child who admired the parents he had and instill those values they taught him onto his son so it would make more sense worldbuilding and design wise while maintaining the conflict.

For my rewrite, sinners remain in their respective areas of their sins (an angry person in the wrath ring, an arrogant person in the pride ring, you get the gist). I always find that worldbuilding part of vivzie's world make no sense for hell because of people sins being very diverse and fitting it onto just one ring to make convenience for hazbin just doesn't work. They can still go to other rings though very rarely from the lack of necessities they have over demons in hell because their sinners obviously, they definetly are the lowest ranked in hell in my rewrite. If Chaz is a sinner, he'd remained in the greed ring and worked hard to the top that gave the greed demons in charge of the sinners respect for him for his hard work and growth that they made him 'one of them'. He's in the ring from his greediness ending up harming mutliple people throughout his life (involving him specifically having a hitman business) in which he deeply regrets that he compensates by working hard in hell and teaching his son not to become like him basically.

Hopefully that answers your questions

#helluva boss criticism #helluva boss critique #helluva boss critical #helluva critical #helluva criticism #helluva critique #helluva boss rewrite #anon #ask

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seaside-lovers · 1 month

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I think I'm going to start posting characters I like that people should consider self shipping with. Just for fun, similar to the F/O wingman blog but very casual/my own choices.

A character I think people should self ship with is Crim from Flight Rising. She's an NPC in the game who will ask for five random items in exchange for treasure every hour.

She is a Tundra who loves to hoard/collect items. I think she's sweet and if you like dragons, please consider her :) (or check out the various other Flight Rising NPCs)

#self ship #waves.txt #f/o suggestions #<< my new tag for this I guess?#we'll see if it lasts #it's fun! get to share characters I like but don't ship with #but I think are potential f/os

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defectivefanboy · 1 year

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(the one who asked for the oral hcs,,) AFAB male reader please !! hence why i didn't specify fems.

Thank you for responding! I realized afterwards (and from a commenter) that AFAB doesn't always mean fem reader, but my little itty bitty pea brain couldn't register anything else in the moment, Sorry 'bout that.

It may seem a bit OOC or something Crimson might not even do ,, but can we get some cunnilingus hcs with Crimson x AFAB s/o???

Overall notes: Stories written on this blog are GN until specified. While this story uses they/them pronouns, and while I don't mind female readers on my blog/interacting, love my girlies, hey girlies~, but I do not write for y'all, and if you are a fetishizer. fuck off??? ew. How would you even do that on an x reader???

C/W: Cunnilingus, Possessive Crimson, slight voyerism?? (sorry al), mentions of overstimulation, Degrading

Notes: this took a bit longer to write, and I low-key feel like it's dry. Im still a bit shy with smut and NSFW, other then that I hope you enjoy

Cunnilingus with Crimson...

never thought I would ever write that...

I'm just surprised as he is on how you two got here.

Let's state the facts he'll NEVER be on his knees, opting to have you placed upon the closest desk, table, shit even a tall wall. Anything he can find.

Other than the fact he's an old man and probably has bad knees. He's still believes he's took good for that.

He'll save that for his darling. You do look better down there anyway. <3

Continuing on....

He started off the day as a man hungry for power, guess he never met you.

It's like he's a starved man when he sets you upon the table, head tucked between your legs.

That high class and expensive front he puts on for show is stripped down to a sloppy mess.

His face is covered in your cum as his eyes roll into the back of his head.

I don't know who's pleasure he's doing it for anymore, yours or his

He will say it for yours as he forces another orgasm out of you, wiping his cheek on your thigh with a sly smirk,

"Tsk, look at the mess you made. Now who do you think is gonna have to clean this up? You need to be taught a lesson, brat..."

"taught a lesson" he says as he drives right back down between your legs, his tongue happily taking its place inside you once again.

And if you grab his horns to pull him closer, better not have anything planned for the rest of the day... or two.

You're just telling him to indulge himself in you, and who is he to say no.

Especially when the roll of your hips on his face contradicts the pleads for him to take a break or slow down.

Sorry, my love that's simply not possible.

Not when he just started jerking himself off as he licks you clean after another orgasm.

Oh he definitely keeps your underwear.

He’s a major pervert. Im sorry, but sir why do you know where to get an abundance of dildos? And who just INSTALLED WITHOUT QUESTION??

So remember to keep in mind every time he slips them off you. They will just end up in his pocket...

and if he doesn’t have pockets well, he’ll just hand them to Alessio, his right hand man/body guard.

“No need to worry about him, doll. He’s just here to make sure no can interrupt us.~ Isn’t that that right, Alessio.”

The shark would keep his eyes on the door, even the mob bosses right hand man wasn’t allowed to sneak a peak.

Last time that happened Crim almost lost a right hand man.

Crimson’s a greedy man, but if you were to ask either Al or you, he was a glutton.

and it seems the two became the perfect mix when it came to his darling.

All he needed you to do is to sit there and look pretty for him. You'll behave for him, right?

His only issue is he make it a priority to ruin you the minute you walk into his line of sight.

After all this mob work he deserves to have some down time, yeah?

Better not have worn anything that cost too much, he's not patient enough to have you to let you slip out of what your wearing.

He rather just rip what ever covers your body off instead.

You did get all dressed up for him didn’t you? He should be allowed to unwrap his gift in anyway he sees fit.

all you have to do is spread your legs for him, just for a little bit won't you? You don’t even have to get him off… at least not right now <3

Though, he’s not keen on asking twice and he’ll definitely not gonna beg.

If you tease him enough, a growl will rumble from his the back of throat as his gold tooth makes itself known.

But when he finally gets you, the grip on your thighs leave an angry bruise in its wake.

Two of his fingers slipping into your plush walls, while he gets lost in thought sucking on his favorite bundle of nerves.

And while this is all happening he'll stare up at you with a degrading look.

"Is that really all it takes for you to submit to me? A few fingers in you and you finally shut up for once. What a spoiled brat you are."

#foolish writing #request open #helluva boss #Hb crimson #crimson x reader #helluva boss crimson #helluva boss exes and oohs #request

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bathysmainventor · 14 days

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— dormiens ovium

⌞ 🐏 ⌝ hiii! this is an independant rp blog for my stupid idiot (genshin impact oc) mace crims/meister !

in turn, admin 🥛 is the solo-writer behind this freak... i'll tag things as #melanchoism / milk glass emoji in posts whenever it's not HIM. stupid loser.

ᯓ i'm new to tumblr so don't bully me if i'm clueless i swear i'm good at handling the internet,,, i like writing + art and other things,, i'm a minor so keep that in mind when sending things if we're not close ^_^

want to know more about mace? (throws his google doc at you) : mace doc yippe

or you can simply ask, that works too >_<

— enjoy your time here !! love you all !!! (feel free to like or whatever i dont know how this works please just talk to me)

#genshin impact rp #genshin rp #genshin oc #melanchoism

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the-knolastname-family676 · 7 months

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Crimson, I believe the other user who called you "thicc" was praising your study build, and complimenting your strength, sense of regal & overseeing presence, and the intimidating yet stimulating degree of "girth" certain assets of yours likely possess.

This is tumblr, we don't body shame here and expect to live.

We celebrate the beauty and horror of that which we encounter with interchangeable revelry.

(they think you're hot dude)

“Oh, Well then I guess i’d give my condolences maybe to them.. I guess I still swing that way..”

Mod: I do not support of body shame at all, And also giving I am actually fat, I only allowed that ask cuz I actually know they were Just playing around.. Whatever this guy says, I do not mean any of it at all. ^^

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asktheovertaken · 2 months

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(ID: A digital drawing of Twiglog, a character that is a log with multiple holes all over them, each hole either having nothing inside or an arm or a eye. In this drawing they have two arms potruding from two different wholes, both held up infront of them. They have three visible eyes, all having an expression that seems happy. Their is text meant to be their dialogue next to them saying: Hello, my friends! I’m Crim, runner of asktheovertaken and mysteriousmothball. I have a little to talk about regarding my creations, so please stick around if your interested! End ID)

(ID: There is a second image that is another drawing of Twiglog, this time off to the side of the screen, facing away from the viewer. There are some holes visible on their back, but no eyes show. They look off into the distance with only one hand raised, saying: First things first, despite my absence I haven’t left the community.(you might’ve seen me lurking!) I don’t have any plans to! I will confirm Asktheovertaken and M M are discontinued. I have no ideas for what to do with them and no motivations. Text ends there, with three small sketches of: Mothball the Ninjask Electrike hybrid from Mysterious Mothball, then Mags the Magnemite and Vau the Vaporeon from Ask the overtaken. End ID)

(ID: Another drawing of Twiglog, this time of them hunched over a desk, fretting over a piece of paper while holding a pencil in one of their four arms protruding out of some of the various holes on their log body. They have one visible eye, out in the very front of their body. They have a worried expression. Theres dialouge above them reading: I also want to confirm I do have a few projects in the works! I never really stopped making stuff relating to pokeask, I’ve just never felt like I had enough plot or enough things sorted out or some other worry to make another blog. I’ve also had trouble drawing, specially in comic style or something consistently. This problem has diminished quire a bit though! The text ends there. End ID)

(ID: Another image showing a drawing of Twiglog. In this one, they are on display in a large format, making only the top half and a bit of the side of their body visible. They have one arm out, giving a thumbs up. They have three eyes poking out of some of the holes on the front of their body, all showing the same happy expression. Text above them reads: I hope to release something this year! I have alot to get done for that to happen, but I’m confident I can do it. End of text and ID)

Hello everyone! Its been awhile, I just wanted to make this to share my plans for the future when it comes to pokeask. I also wanted to say if you have any questions(just in general or about this specifically) feel free to ask me. Also, Twiglog(character shown here) is my fakemon pokesona.

I figured I should give an update before I officially get back into poke ask-ing, so that its not so much of a random occurrence. And also because I’ve already been doing a little in the community and I want to make it surefire knowledge I’m sticking around lol.

Thanks for reading!

#twiglog #crim talks #ooc #pokemon #pokeask #art #update #described #image description #multiple eyes #trypophobia #< possibly?#ask to tag

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crownedrottenthorns · 5 months

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Pinned Info About Us

Hello!!! We're a system and our mental health app became an unsafe place for us to express ourselves so we've made this blog. Let's start with basic info.

Age: bodily 22 (most alters don't have set ages aside from littles and littles aren't allowed to interact online)

System Pronouns: They/Them (best to just default to this)

Disorders: Personality disorders, OCD, ADHD + Autism (alters hold a lot of the PD traits more than other disorders.)

Host: Only known as Host. Not comfortable using name.

Comfort Characters: Mammon (Helluva Boss), Valentino (Hazbin Hotel), Crimson (Helluva Boss.) These are the three most prominent due to personal trauma and issues.

Safe person: Mikey.

Special interests: easier if u just ask if I'm into something. Video games, art, cartoons, anime.

-Punk system. Physically and mentally disabled.-

Mostly posting to deal and cope with stuff and have a safe space for interests esp with the loss of our mental health app as a safe space for us. We deal with a lot of issues. Will try to tag appropriately with trigger warnings.

Very private about stuff unless it's part of a rant. Don't expect conversations or anything as we are asocial (not social, what often gets confused for antisocial) and quite frightened by people due to a lot of unresolved trauma and previous harassment over the years.

May age regress in sfw or reblog sfw agere, but not a predominantly sfw blog.

Now for some prominent alters that may be mentioned or be the ones posting. Beneath the divide is a long list.

Prominent Posters: ❤️Alastor, he/him, they/it, Alastor Fictive, quite active❤️

💕💜🖤Velvy, she/they/it/he, Velvet/Velvette Fictive🖤💜💕

💙Vox, he/they, Vox Fictive, v-Vox-v💙

💕Dia, she/her, Dia Fictive💕

❤️🧡💛Niffty, she/they/bug, Niffty Fictive, she's trying her best :3💛🧡❤️

🖤💚Glam, She/They/Lay, Glitz(?) Helluva Boss Fictive. Basically fictive of the one who with puffball on their chest. We took her as Glam and she formed as Glam, but I think she's canonically Glitz.💚🖤

🕸️💖Angel Baby/Angel Cakes/Angie/Angel Dust, He/She/They/It/Angel, Angel Dust Fictive💖🕸️

💖Baby Doll/Baby/Lala, She/Her, They/It, Fictive, loves Aro💖

💝Aro/Nemo/Marz, She/He/They/Baye/It, Fictive, loves Baby Doll💝

💜✨Dolly/Lolly/Heart/Love, She/They/It/Love, OC Fictive✨💜

Prominent Alters That May Post:

💙🦈Alessio/Ale, he/she, Alessio Fictive🦈💙

🖤Unknown/???, ???/They/He, Protector and Trauma Holder🖤

❤️💀Crimson/Crim, He/They/It, Crimson Fictive, only speaks when triggered, may be active due to our rough past few months, usually a silent protector💀❤️

🖤Dark/Diane/Diana/Dominic, she/her, rarely they/them💙

🧡R, he/they/it, helps communication, system is semiverbal/semispeaking🧡

🌹💕Izzy/Illy, pronouns depend on the trigger that brought them out, can be little but not always💕🌹

💜Stolas, he/him, Stolas Fictive, sad boi💜

🖤🧡Striker, he/she/it, Striker Fictive🧡🖤

💜❌Tee/T, He/They, sometimes It/Its but rare, still figuring stuff out❌💜

🖤💀💔The Collective, We/Us, They/Them, It/Its, takes in Host when they cannot exist💔💀🖤

🖤❤️Cosmic/Galaxy/Nexus/Florence, It/Its, Bite/Bitten, We/Us, protector❤️🖤

🧡💙Brick, he/him, if Cosmic here I'm here

🖤💜Ombretta, she/it, galaxy person, mother figure, helps with chronic pain💜🖤

💚💕Riven, he/they/it, carer for the system💕💚

🖤🖤🖤Meanie, she/her usually, abuser introject, represents multiple abusers and dark thoughts, the asshole of the system, extremely triggering, -M🖤🖤🖤

🖤💚Pestilence, God/Unholy/Plague/The One/He/It/They, sort of introject of a specific outfit we wore in Splatoon 3 for Halloween splatfest, it's hard to explain, rotting and undead, zombie god, holder of religious delusions and god complex, word salad stuff during religious delusions too💚🖤

🧡💙Ana, they/them, looks after host, low empathy💙🧡

🖤💙Glitch/Millie/Raze, she/they/he/it, holder of psychosis/schizophrenia symptoms mostly💙🖤

🤍🤍White Light, One/They, similar to Unknown🤍🤍

💜💚Envy, he/they, Envy Fictive from Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood💚💜

❤️💀Cay, It/Its, wants to have a voice💀❤️

🖤💀Corrupt/Korrupt, It/He/God, similar to Unknown and Crim, protector, split from trigger, religious delusions💀🖤

🍓💜🍒Lottie/La La, They/She🍒💜🍓

💜💕Lina, Kay/They/She💕💜

💚💲Mammon, They/She/He/It, Mammon Helluva Boss Fictive, feminine, dysphoric💲💚

☠️💧💀Rottie/Rotten/Rot, Beast/It/Itz/Fang/Grim/La/They/He/Curse/Rotting/Grave, trigger split,💀💧☠️

✖️🪦Rxp/Split/X/Shield, He/It/They, persecutor, not friendly🪦✖️

🌳🎭Sally, Any/Forest, Sally Face Fictive🎭🌳

🖤💀Static/Tone/Rot, --------, has typing quirk, typing quirk will be translated if ------ posts💀🖤

❄️🌨️Andrealphus/Andy/Andre/Elsa/Elsie, Queen/Ice, He/They/She, It/Its, Andrealphus Fictive🌨️❄️

Alters That May Be Mentioned:

❤️💕Valentino, he/him, any pronouns, Valentino Fictive, usually keeps to himself💕❤️

🖤💙Vox/Voxt, they/it/he, minor dysphoria, prefers human form, Vox Fictive, separate from my other Vox fictive, a stress split from Vox, ^-Vox-^💙🖤

💕❤️Valentina, she/they/he, Fem Val Fictive, more social, loves Voxia❤️💕

❤️💙Voxia/Voxlie/Voxie, they/she/he, Fem Vox Fictive, protector, loves Valentina💙❤️

🖤🧸Crimsy/Teeny Crimsy, he/it, little fictive🧸🖤

❤️😴Vally Baby, he/it, little fictive😴❤️

💜Baby Stolas, he/him, little fictive💜

💕H, she/her, little of host💕

💕💜Rose, she/they/it, little alter💜💕

💜🧸Oliver, They/He, little alter🧸💜

🐍Baby/Babee/Babie, She/He/It, little alter🐍

💙💜Fizzbubble, they/he/it, Fizzarolli Fictive, a sweetheart💜💙

💚Fizzy, he/him, she/her, Robo Fizz Fictive💚

💕💙Ozzie/Ozzierolli, he/they/it, Ozzie Fictive, looks after the Fizzes and the babies💙💕

💛💕Queen/Bee Bee, she/they/it, Queen Bee Fictive💕💛

💔Jesse, they/she and Kay, they/he/she, Helluva Boss background character introjects, keep to themselves but asked to join the list, sensitive and so they both don't interact much💔

🖤💜Astro/Astra, she/her💜🖤

🧡🧡Arsyn, they/them, they don't want a lot of their info out but wanted to still be included🧡🧡

❤️💜Exile, he/she/they, currently unknown but wanted to be included💜❤️

🖤💚Mika/Rockelle, she/it, Diane's bestie💚🖤

🎲Husky/Husker, He/They/She🎲

💙💀Sans, He/It/They, Sans Fictive, silent protector, low energy💀💙

🖤Exodus, It/They/He/God/Holy/Given/Courtesce/Decay, formed from trigger🖤

💜Saturn/Uranus, Lie/Sly, may rarely post💜

💕Siren/Spectre/Moss, He/Him, She/Her, may rarely post💕

💜⭐Star Strike/Star/Starry/Raven, She/They/Star/It/He, Fictive, may rarely post⭐💜

💜💍💕Stella/Princess, She/Her, It/Its, Princess, Stella Fictive💕💍💜

🌪️⚡Mackenzie/Mar-Bar, It/They⚡🌪️

🟣🟢🟠Makaybe, They/She/He/It🟠🟢🟣

🐶🐕Parasite/Bibi, She/They/It🐕🐶

🥞🌭🍩Nina/Mally/Sky, Hay/She🍩🌭🥞

🌺🌈Vaggie/Vagatha, She/He, Vaggie Fictive🌈🌺

⛲🧋🍿Vizio/Vizia, They/Them, Fictive, may rarely post🍿🧋⛲

💧⭐Excess/Rec, She/It/Her⭐💧

🤍💛The Refined, One/Ones, religious delusions💛🤍

🦈💙Void/Vxoid/Vxid, He/It, protector💙🦈

Some General Info:

❤️The little/kid/young alters will be mentioned, but they aren't allowed to interact with others for their safety. Don't be weird about my little alters either, you will be blocked if you are. This is heavily trauma based as well and our body is a survivor of csa so any creeps just stay tf away.❤️

💜Prominent alters may or may not post. Usually Dia, Glam, Angel, Niffty, Ally, and Velvy are the main ones moving from our mental health app.💜

💙A majority of my non-fictive alters are typically too personal and do not wish to be known except by safe people like my exception person Mikey :3 That is why most of my most prominent alters are fictives.💙

💕A lot of my alters aren't very active and are just listed for how we may mention them. There are more that are far less comfortable being known at all and a lot of the non-fictives wanted their info to a minimum typically.💕

💖💝We know a lot of our alters being Hazbin/Helluva makes us seem fake. We are still a fairly new system (spent the first while just...processing stuff rather than understanding alters.) We don't understand why, but the characters of Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss are very euphoric and safe for us so we introject a lot from them. They are simply the most comfortable with being known about most of the time as well. As we have mentioned, a lot of the non-fictive alters tend to be too personal to us to exist pubicly.💝💖

#system #new to Tumblr #alters #osdd system #vent account #personal vents #info #about us #disabled #actually disabled #actually traumatized #autistic #actually autistic #get to know us

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