Danny felt a familiar tug in his chest. Not another summoning. The cultists never quit did they? Danny was going to ignore it. Just like all the rest. He figured they would try blood sacrifices but then he didn't experience the familiar tang in the air that usually wafted through his nose. That had peaked his curiosity. So he leaned into the summoning a little. Not enough to be summoned but enough to get more senses. He heard..... he heard crying! What? Why was he hearing crying? He leaned into the summoning just a little more. That allowed him to see, albeit vaguely. He caught the glimpse of a form within the circle. It was small. It was...... a child. A child? A. CHILD!? Those cultists had really thought since blood sacrifices didn't work to try a whole human. Danny's blood boiled. He had been content to ignore them until now but no more. He was taking care of this. NOW. With that, Danny allowed himself to be fully summoned. The cultists immediately fell on their knees.

"Oh great King, you have finally answered our plea," the apparent leader said.

Danny ignored him and immediately scooped the child up in his arms. He gently rubbed circles into the child's back, whom he now knew to be a boy who couldn't be older than 8. He felt his rage flair. They had tried to sacrifice an eight year old! Danny didn't even bother listening to the cultists. Instead he dispersed his power throughout the room, allowing all the souls sacrificed over the years to gain form.

"Feel free to exact your revenge," he said simply.

Then he turned and opened a portal, tuning out the screams as he stepped through.

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It took a while, but Danny finally managed to calm the boy down and convince him he didn't want to eat him. Once he did, he asked for the kid's name.

"It's Richard Grayson," the boy answered. "But my parents called me Dick."

Danny didn't miss the past tense. Were his parents dead? Danny's mouth set into a firm line. If he found out those cultists had anything to do with this- His train of thought was cut off by the sound of sniffling. Right, Dick. Danny would handle the cultists later. Right now, he had a little boy to comfort.

It's a bird! It's a plane! It's another intentionally suggestive Hotch x gn!reader scene!

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“Oh my god,” Aaron groans, voice muffled by the pillow his face is pressed into. “Don’t stop, baby, please.”

You bend at the waist to kiss the spot just behind his ear and murmur, “Yeah? Feels good?”

“That feels fucking incredible,” he affirms with another groan that reverberates through your body from the point where your hips meet. “What are you even doing back there?”

With a giggle, you mold your hands down his muscular back and explain, “It’s called petrissage, love. Part of my spa day was learning how to give a proper massage.”

“Emily got you that gift certificate for your birthday, right?”

“Mhm,” you hum, your fingers now trailing along the taut cords of muscle that make up his shoulders, the tension practically melting away beneath your touch.

“Remind me to give her a raise.”

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fuccking scudlertro n/.......... . GOD. if its not real by the end of season 2 i will throw a hissy fit equivalent to the one mr b pulled in season 1 over e cybo-pooch. ALSO the first one is a redraw from this VVVV

Around two weeks ago, I decided to draw every single Lifesteal SMP member. Yesterday I finished it!! :D So happy with all the designs ive come up with for this group of block people that live RENT FREE in my head.

me: percy jackson has done so much already, literally saved the world TWICE, he deserves rest

rick: new percy book aaay

me:

Becoming invested in a fandom and finding out the majority of the fandom agrees with your opinion that two of the main characters are very much gay for each other (despite it never explicitly being stated in the media itself) is one of the best things that can happen to a man

They should not have released this while I’m on my period. I genuinely want a teen pregnancy plot line right now.

I’m thinking about Milo Greer again. Guys. Guys the sickness. It’s consuming me.

at the level of depravity where its finally snowing late november and my first thought is that this is literally hilson

SEASONS. it’s progressed to entire fucking seasons. house md is the show ever because literally anything makes me think of it. anything medical is a given. literally any scenario or most animals or certain fucking sports (chickens, possums, dogs, cats, basketball, bowling, monster trucks, aliens).

corner tables by a wall. pre-packaged lunch sandwiches. gym shoes. tickets to games or shows. bars. movie/musical posters. cash registers. oreos.

i watch the pilot

my entire youtube and instagram fyp:

he cannot keep getting away with this gay sex schememery

I can write Caveline fluff! I can and I will! (opens and continues working on divorce fic instead)

Tumblr please let me filter out the F1 reader fics from the tag. Please, I beg, I need to escape.