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messierthanthou · 3 months

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Took me longer than expected but here! You and Tangerine are stuck in the snow in a car on the way to a job, and you have to keep warm somehow, hehe

What to expect: Some very slight dirty talk eventually, some fingering and some jerking him off, no p in v because there's simply not room for it in the car sadly! Saving that for another time ;)

3.6k words, whoopsie

Cold, Warm, Hot

Outside the wind whistles and the snow whips around your car in a furious flurry of impenetrable white. The tires lost their grip on the road once you hit a sheet of black ice on the unkempt backroads that was supposed to lead you to your next target; some rich asshole who crossed the wrong kind of people to make even more billions than he can spend in his now short life.

But that doesn’t matter right now, what matters is the fact that you and Tangerine are stuck in the snow a dozen miles from civilization, and with what little cell reception you two have here, Tangerine managed to call for a tow truck. Which will arrive in about 12 hours or so.

“Now, I’m not one to lose my shit over something this trivial, but I told you, bad stuff happens when you split up the team,” Tangerine says, referring of course to the fact that Lemon isn’t here.

Lemon is already up ahead, probably sitting warm and cozy in the cabin you rented as a meeting place and base of operations for this trip. And Tangerine seems to think it’s bad luck whenever he and Lemon are separated for too long, and you shake your head at their codependency.

Tangerine gives the wheels another spin, trying time and time again to become unstuck, but…

“Would you stop that? You’re only digging us deeper into the snow,” you say with just a slight roll of your eyes.

“Fine, but you can’t say that I didn’t try.” And he turns off the engine.

“What are you doing? We’re gonna freeze to death in here without the heat on!” You reach for the car keys to turn them but he’s faster and pulls them out of the ignition.

“So you’d want us to be unable to drive when we eventually get out of this heaping pile of snow? We get pulled out by the tow truck, then we can’t go anywhere because we’re either out of gas or the battery’s dead.”

“Then what do you propose we do?” you ask, exasperated.

“Get cozy; you’re under so many layers over there, surely you’ll survive a short night out in the cold like this.” He gestures to you and your perhaps too many layers of clothes, but you were always one to get cold easily, so it only made sense to dress up proper for the occasion.

“Yeah, well, what about you?”

Tangerine is wearing his usual gingham patterned overcoat and a cashmere scarf because fashion matters more than functionality to this man.

“A little cold won’t hurt me, darlin’, I’m thick skinned.”

“Thick in the head if you think that little getup will keep you warm throughout the night.”

“You’re right, why don’t we snuggle up on the backseat and keep each other warm, huh? Bet you’d like that.”

Heat rises to your face at that, but you’re thankfully not one to blush at something so innocent. No matter how much you’d actually be into the idea of snuggling up with someone as incredibly handsome and occasionally charming as Tangerine. He teases, of course, but there’s something to his grin and a shine in his eyes that might indicate he wouldn’t say no if you said yes.

But you don’t.

“No, I'll be fine over here, getting cozy underneath my too many layers.”

And he acts like it was a joke, but for a moment, just a second, there’s something about the fall in his broad shoulders that tells you he wanted you to say yes to the proposition.

“Suit yourself.”

It wouldn’t be the first time he’d asked you in a jestering manner to become physical with him, and he keeps being a good sport about it even when you say no again and again. And every time you hate yourself a little more, but someone has to have a moral code and keep the distance required in a profession such as yours. Can’t get too close to anyone or their inevitable death will break you down. Stay cool, stay calm, stay collected.

He doesn’t speak much after that as the two of you sit in the dark, the cold creeping in on you both, but you barely feel it through your thick winter coat, sweater, thermal underwear, and the couple of stockings beneath your slacks.

But he is quick to start shivering. He stays tough and stoic, trying not to let it show, arms crossed and head buried in his scarf, but you can hear it in his breathing, the way it shivers with every exhale, and you feel bad for the idiot who decided to wear that outfit that makes your heart flutter.

Minutes go by where you have to listen to his teeth chattering, the stubborn fool still not turning on the engine to keep you both heated, and eventually you give in.

“Get in the backseat,” you say and start undoing your coat.

“What? Why? What’d I do? What are you doing?” He asks too many questions sometimes.

“We’re gonna do what you suggested, snuggle up to keep you warm. If you fall sick on this trip I’ll never hear the end of it from Lemon. So crawl on back there.”

You’ve been told in the past that you can be “bossy” which is usually just a euphemism for “I don’t want to take orders from a woman,” but Tangerine would never say or act like that, so he does as you say and climb between the front seats and into the back of this not-that-spacious car, and you follow.

“So. What now?” he asks as you sit hip to hip and your heart beats faster.

You had sort of hoped he’d decline the offer, act like a big, tough man who can handle it on his own, but he seems almost… eager for this. Like it’s something he’s been waiting for for a while.

“Open up your coat,” you say as you take off yours.

“Oh are we finally doing this? No more will they won’t they?” he jokes again, but there’s not much of a smile beneath that stupidly attractive mustache.

Perhaps he’s suddenly worried about catching feelings like you are, maybe he doesn’t actually want to but has a hard time saying no to you, or it could be that he’s holding back. You can’t figure out which is more likely at this moment.

“No, we’re just going to lay down here on the backseat together. Body heat, as you may know, is best shared when you’re close to one another, so I will do my best to sort of… lie down next to you, and we’ll use my coat as a blanket to shield us from the cold.”

Silence fills the room and through the dark you can barely tell what his face looks like, and you wouldn’t start to guess if he’s interested in the idea of lying with you or the idea of survival.

“Is that okay with you?” you ask and finally he moves as he nods.

“Yeah, yeah makes perfect sense, body heat and all that, sure.” Tangerine is quick to unbutton his coat and does his best to lie down on the backseat without taking up too much space.

And so you lay down next to him, face to face on your sides as it’s pretty cramped in here.

“Like this?” he asks and his voice has never been this close to you before.

“Maybe if we got closer we’d be more comfortable?”

“Sure.”

With him against the backrest of the seat, it is up to you to inch closer and closer till your bodies are pressed against each other, you can feel his rapid heartbeat and practically taste his intoxicating cologne. You’re about half a head shorter than him, but you’re lying up high enough to feel his breath tingle across your lips. He has stopped shivering.

But now you are just this close to trembling. You’re of course no damsel in distress, far from it, but as heat gathers between you and him, eyes locked together, you sigh.

“You ok?” he asks tenderly without a nervous waver to his tone, but you fret a little that if you speak, your voice might not be as steady.

“Mhm,” you hum out and give only the slightest of nods.

“This ok with you? You comfortable?”

If anything you’re too comfortable, and wish he’d stop being so randomly nice to you; it’s a rare side to him you’ve seen only a few times, and he’ll always deny it later on.

“Y-yeah,” you say and curse yourself internally for that slight stutter.

“Is it okay if I put my hand here?”

His strong and firm hand lands on your waist and it doesn’t even take a second for sparks to ignite and fly straight to your cunt as it starts throbbing ever so slightly.

“Yeah that’s… that’s fine.”

You don’t get tenderly touched often in this job; the only time you are ever physical with somebody is either during active combat or training, and never have you been this close to Tangerine, and it’s as if this warmth and gentleness is the key that unlocks the door to this hidden chamber in your mind, body and soul that you’ve fought to keep closed.

Your eyes close and you try to shut the door again, distancing yourself from the situation at hand, pretending not to notice how broad shouldered he is, his strong chest, his heated presence, that hand and the fact that you’re tingling all over and your pussy is drenched with lust for this brit.

Can he feel your heart beating too? Your quickened breath, your trembling legs, your heat.

Unfortunately you want him. You’ve never wanted anyone this bad before and it pains you. Stay cool, stay calm, stay collected. Your mantra. The one thing that has kept you at bay for so long is your devotion to being a goddamn professional, but this? This is far from that.

You wish he’d kiss you, touch you skin to skin. That he’d move his hand down, far down, beneath your pants and stockings and panties. Wish he’d run his fingers across your clit, massage it before slipping in between your soaking lips and down to finger your needy hole, preparing you for his cock to enter. With your eyes still closed you can easily imagine it all happening, and the heat between your thighs intensifies, building up.

“Hey,” he whispers, bringing you back from the fantasy and your eyes flutter open to catch how the moon shines in through the window, illuminating his all too close face and those incredible ocean eyes staring at you.

Then it happens. Your brain can barely register it but your body for sure can as he kisses you and you moan into the embrace. It’s a kind kiss, a gentle one - the type that tests the waters to see if what he’s doing is okay, and when he moves away again you miss it dearly and immediately.

He looks at you, perhaps waiting for a response, a reaction, waiting for you to say no and break his bleeding heart. But you don’t. Instead, you grab his face and pull it back into a deep and passionate kiss, and for just a moment you feel all the tension leave his body as he might realize that you do want this, too- oh God you’re on fire.

And it’s as if he can sense it as he presses his lips harder against yours as if this is all he’s ever wanted to do in life. He could have anyone but he wants you.

His hand on your waist tightens its grip, squeezing you through the shirt. Your hands run into his hair, around his neck and he groans into your kiss.

It doesn’t take long before you feel his cock growing hard beneath the fabric of his pants, and you don’t wait to grind against it with fervor, making him turn his head to hiss and groan out in pleasure. The breath of air is welcome, for his kiss suffocates you in the most delicious manner, making you forget to breathe in his presence.

The hand on your waist moves beneath the shirt and up your back, his touch is searing hot and you want nothing more than all of it everywhere. But you both understand that you can’t exactly get naked right here and now, it’d be too cold and there’s too little space to get properly into it all.

Yet that doesn’t mean either of you are going to stop.

He brings his hand up from beneath your shirt, grabs your wrist, kisses your hand and your palm almost too lovingly, then guides it down. Your eyes stay locked together, lips inches apart as you breathe the same air, as he brings your palm against his impressive bulge, and his eyelids lower at the pressure you put against it.

His forehead meets yours as his eyes close when you rub up against him and you can easily feel every inch of his throbbing cock that you wish would fuck you senseless.

But the best you can hope for right now is to feel it in the flesh, so you reach down with your other hand and start undoing his belt, but shock hits you like a brick when he stops you, and for a moment you doubt everything, until he’s quick to say-

“No, no no no, you first, love.”

It’s always been darlin’ or honey, but never love, and perhaps it is a bit too soon for that, but you feel your entire body tremble at the word anyways.

You are speechless as he then reaches down to undo the button of your pants, let the zipper run down, and when the tips of his fingers start to dig beneath the waistband of your too many layers, you close your eyes in anticipation.

And the relief is glorious when his index finger and middle finger smooth across your clit, letting go of some of that white hot tension that has been building up for what feels like hours, but are in fact only mere minutes.

“God,” you sigh, and you feel Tangerine huff a breathy laugh against your skin.

“Just Tangerine, dear.”

He starts drawing small, short and quick circles with your clit, massaging it just like you had hoped he would and oh he’s done this before, much to the benefit and joy of you right here, right now. You moan out in ecstasy and grip at his muscular arm in a need to stabilize yourself before you drift off to a sea of lust.

“Oh fuck,” you whimper and he doesn’t kiss you, but you can feel him staring at your knit brow and wide parted lips.

It is phenomenal, but it’s not enough.

“I want you… inside of me…” you whisper against his lips.

“Happily.”

And so without hesitation, he moves his fingers further down at an almost eager pace, but you are as enthused as he is, so it does not bother you at all. In fact you are beyond thrilled when his thick, strong fingers enter your slick, throbbing pussy, and as he immediately starts thrusting in and out as best as he can despite the restrictions, you thank God for the fact that you’re out in the middle of nowhere as you practically scream out in joy.

“Oh God, oh fuck, ahh!”

With every thrust of his fingers heat builds in you, coursing through your body, your thighs quivering and quaking, making you breathless. And when he kisses you it consumes everything as his tongue dances with yours while he fucks you thoroughly and passionately.

You’re so close to cumming that it would be irritating under normal circumstances, but right now everything is magic, so you don’t mind the wait for release that your vibrator usually brings you to that now Tangerine does instead.

And when he starts using the base of his palm to massage your clit in rhythm with his fingers entering you, you cry out in pure ecstasy as you cum possibly harder than you have in years, tearing your lips from his as you need all the air your lungs can muster. While you would never admit it due to how cheesy it sounds, it feels like fireworks in your cunt and gut exploding and lighting up your entire body, and you understand why orgasms are called “little deaths” because you could die happy right now as you slowly come down from your high and regain consciousness proper after what felt like a minutes long orgasm.

“My my,” Tangerine whispers against your jaw as he kisses it gently. “What a spectacular show.”

“You should try being me,” you say, breathlessly with a slight smile.

“To be honest that sounds like a pleasure, you phenomenal woman.”

You hum as you kiss the charmer, and when he pulls his fingers out you feel empty inside like never before. He sucks his fingers clean of you and it sends sparks through you to witness.

“Maybe next time I can try the real deal,” he suggests, implying that he’s more than willing to eat you out.

“Oh there’s gonna be a next time?” You laugh a little, because obviously, there’s no way you’ve had enough after just a taste of him.

“Oh there’s gonna be a next time,” he repeats assuredly, and he leans in to whisper in your ear, “I want my cock in your pussy so bad, I’ll fuck you into oblivion, make you cry out my name, my real name some day, and I’ll fucking ruin every other man that will come after me, because love, you’ll never have better than me.”

You practically moan at this promise, and pull him into a rough and electric kiss, whispering. “You cocky son of a bitch, let’s hope you’re good at keeping your promises.”

“Speaking of promises, I think you owe me one right now.”

“Happily.”

You’re not slow to undo his belt, and perhaps it is pure luck that you get it off so easily, but you won’t complain about it when you run the zipper down, and he groans out as you reach beneath the waistband and pull his cock out the best you can in this cramped space.

“Mmmm, quite big, aren’t you?” you tease as you get a proper feel of his girthy, lengthy cock.

“Never had any complaints.”

“I can feel why, God I want you inside of me. In my pussy. In my mouth.”

“If there was space I’d shove it so far up your cunt I’d be rearranging your guts.”

You moan a little with him at that thought.

“Next time.” And you start jerking him off, slowly at first, from the very base and all the way to the tip of his dick, letting your hand get wet with his precum before smearing it all over his length as you travel down again. You continue this rhythm for about half a minute or so, ensuring it won’t be a too dry experience for him, but the way his hips buck forward and his breathing becomes elevated, you’d guess you’re doing a proper job of it.

And if you had any doubts, they all go away when he grunts out-

“Fuck, love, that’s it, keep going…”

His hand grabs your ass as if it is the one thing that keeps him grounded in this moment of dear tenderness. And while he seems to enjoy the slow rhythm, when you eventually speed up he curses even more in a growl-

“Yes- fuck, shit, ah-”

He brings both his hands up to grab your face, kisses you and tongue fucks your mouth like it’s a promise, one he’ll keep, about all the things he’ll do to you that words can’t explain, but actions do speak the loudest.

And your actions seem to do the trick, for the faster you go, the louder he gets and it thrills you beyond anything to hear how vocal he is in his pleasure that you are granting him, and when he cums it is with choked grunts as he presses his forehead against yours and his eyes close up tight.

In your grip you feel how his cock pulsates and his entire body trembles in ecstasy, till he goes completely still and mostly limp in your hand, but still there’s some stiffness that says he could easily go a second round, and that intrigues you for future references, because you could definitely go again, too.

After nearly a minute of huffing for air, he speaks, “Bloody hell, love, that was… fantastic.”

“Hmm likewise,” you muse and kiss him which he welcomes.

A couple of minutes pass in silence as you both catch you breath, when a thought strikes you.

“What… what are we gonna tell Lemon?”

“Oh abso-fucking-lutely nothing!”

“What, really? You’re ok with keeping this a secret from your brother, of all people?”

“Yes! He’ll get all smug and say shit like told you so.”

“Oh? He predicted this?” You grin a little.

“Well not this exact situation, but yes, I may have told him how I find you so attractive, and he might have told me you feel the same sort of attraction to me.”

“And how did he know that?”

“You know Lemon, he’s stupidly amazing at reading people, so it might have been obvious to him.”

“And you don’t think it’ll be just as obvious to him that we practically fucked?”

There’s a moment of quiet as Tangerine considers the outcome of this, then-

“Ah shit.”

Because yes, Lemon will absolutely know.

#bullet train #tangerine #tangerine/reader #bullet train tangerine #tangerine bullet train #tangerine x reader #tell me what you think!

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thumpercloudbright · 7 days

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Alrighty!

At the ask of @dragonstylemeringue, I made a MudWing opera mask!

Tho, I'm gonna be honest, I had forgotten it was specifically an opera mask, so I made a tribal mask first before I realized xD Perfectly fine tho, I really enjoyed making these!!

Here is the art

The subject who is wearing the masks is my MudWing oc Doe<3

The right mask is the opera mask, which I'll discuss first:

•These masks are worn during theatre performances, where the actor either acts, sings, dances, or a combination of all three

•The masks are elaborately decorated to fit the role the performer is taking on. For example, Doe was taking on the role of a swamp witch, which is why her mask has herons, a storm cloud, and a third eye. MudWings will also make costumes to go along with their mask

•The opera mask is clamped on with leather straps below the chin and wrapped around the horns, then secured on with metal clips at the ends

•MudWing dances use a lot of rugged, strong movements, with a lot of stomping and wings slowly flapping with the beat. It's similar to fut san, which is a chinese southern lion dance that embraces powerful moves that are derived from kung fu

•MudWing singing is very throaty, with croaks, ribbits, and roars often being thrown in to give it emotion and strength. While the songs would sound strange to say, SandWings, SkyWings, and IceWings, they would angelic and soulful to MudWings, SeaWings, and RainWings

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Now for the tribal mask!

•The tribal mask is given to MudWing troops when they are seven years of age as a proper gift for their endurance, strength, and perseverance for getting to that age, as many, especially in the lower class, don't

•The mask is normally green, black, or grey in color, with a gator like ridge right on the snout, and little gator tails at the end of the first chains. This is because the MudWing's first ever queen was Queen Alligator, who had brought thr tribe together and gave them long prosperity, with not only her great leadership, but her knowledge on crops, and the importance of staying together

•On the first chains are also polished clay beads, sized and painted to resemble the MudWing's sibs. The biggest one is the bigwings, the second oldest is the second biggest, and the smallest is the youngest. The beads vary in amount, depending on how many siblings they have and lost, for their bead is buried with their sibling when they pass on

•The second chain holds a raindrop shaped bead, and is the mask wearer's own color. The reason for the singular to be on a different chain is to remind them that they are still an individual who can do things even if they must do it alone

•The clay nodes all over the mask serves two purposes, being so that the clay doesn't pop or crack during baking, and to give it texture, which is something MudWings heavily enjoy

And that about wraps it up for the masks! Thank ya so much for reading☆

Y'all have a good day/night where you are now, and take care🎉

#wof #wings of fire #tell me what you think!#art #artwork #my art #masks #wof headcanon #wings of fire headcanon #mudwing

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the-thing-of-worms · 29 days

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"Good bye Icarus, we let you down" Acrylic on canvas, original painting by me :>

#my art #original painting #acrylic #im actually super proud of this lne #*one #i may write poetry to go behind it #tell me what you think!

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urbanflorals · 5 months

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I had this idea for another book (adding to the never ending list)

tell me what you think of it.

A magical bookstore in like the 1800-1900's during a war. Magic is a thing but is frowned upon. the MC is Autumn (don't have a last name yet) she owns the book store and two other girls work there as well.

Autumn has magic, and is the reason the store has magic, like her magic was what made the store come to life, but over time its evolved and has its own now.

Its like a very very well know store that is like a tourist attraction, the lords and ladies, dukes and duchesses all hate this magic shop cause the Autumns dad wasn't noble.

Autumn's love interest is a lords son who is in a arranged marriage, so its like a forbidden love sorta thing.

The bookstore (this is my favourite part, explaining this) is magical in the sense of paintings and statues come to life and can talk. There are candies that can change your tongue colour through out the day. Drinks that can make you float. Stars in a bottle. It has tonnes of little nooks that you can hide and some doors lead to like meadows and cities (but you never technically leave the store)

this was just my random thoughts put in a post so if this doesn't make sense i'm sorry.

Also I need name ideas for it.

#writing #my wips #i actually would move into the store #i need name ideas #tell me what you think!

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jdsoda · 28 days

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Do you guys think that Viva would be coronated as queen or would Poppy remain queen so that Viva can reign over the putt putt Trolls? I wonder how their relationship would change if Viva did have to assume power 🤔

#trolls #trolls band together #queen poppy #trolls poppy #trolls viva #sisterhood #royalty #diplomacy??#tell me what you think!

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meet-me-in-the-pouringrain · 1 year

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@lonelychicagos posted a prompt talking about an anonymous website that eventually led to the Hotchniss reunion and I took it and RAN. Here is what I hope to be part 1 of a multichapter fic. I also despise tumblr formatting nd i’m on mobile so apologies.

Here is the original prompt!

The Phoenix and the Rocket

She doesn’t know why she does it. She chalks it up to Penelope’s unwavering, relentless, quite frankly annoying efforts to get her to make friends. Or maybe it was Dave’s prodding comments about her home life. Probably Tara and JJ’s mischievous scheming during BAU drinks or Luke’s teasing. Could have been becuse of Reid’s statistics and prattling about her age and how ‘lonely people are more likely to experience depression’. Bastard. She gave him more paperwork than anyone else. Perhaps it was the jealousy that flairs in her chest whenever she watches Matt interact with his kids or when her phone pings when Derek sends a picture into their group chat of Hank standing for the first time.

Although, if asked, she’ll say it’s the wine.

Her therapist was the one who brought up the forum in the first place. “It’s a great way to meet with people, Emily” The woman told her softly towards the end of their first session. “People who have unimaginable trauma, like yourself.”

So that was how Emily Prentiss found herself on a Saturday night making an account to sign into the website ‘TraumaBuddies’. The name alone left a vile taste in her mouth, which she squished down with another gulp of red wine. It was a website where strangers can willingly dump on a public forum, opening themselves up to a conversation. Therapists have called it revolutionary ; No one helps the traumatised like the traumatised

She spends hours combing through different stories of the horrible trauma people have endured. One or twice, she comes across familiar stories that she’s almost certain we’re victims of cases her team (both past and present solved.) Her heart tugs when the username ‘KatieJacobs235’ pops up. Emily reaches out to her personally, messaging the girl who would be no doubt in her 20’s by now, more nausea swirled in her stomach at the passage of time, and types a message she hopes would be comforting.

It was the next post that made her stop scrolling entirely. The horrors the user ‘RockyRacoon’ (The Beatles song made her snort) went through was unbelievable. If Emily hadn’t seen or even been through the shit she had , she would call bs and move on.

A serial killer who got his wife, his son been the target of another, a bomb and losing another woman he loved when she died alongside countless of other trauma dumps in one go. That was incredible and inspiring to live through.

She blames the wine for the fact she didn’t draw up the similarities sooner as she types a message out.

PhoenixPren : You are inspiring. Take it from someone who’s seen a lot and been through a lot. Everything you have been through has made you stronger, and I - for one- am proud of the fact you’re still around. May I ask some questions?

And she hits send.

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Getting a ping on his laptop at 1am on a Saturday night from that goddam website his 16 year old son signed him up on was the last thing Aaron Hotchner expected. He wasn’t even the one who wrote it, Jack did it for him, and as such never actually expected anything to come of it.

“Dad, It’ll be good” Jack had said. “You can talk about everything anonymously. It might be helpful to write it all down.”

He hadn’t though, content in leaving the one post up there. Jack had said everything he would have said, anyway.

It had been hard for both of them. Being the target of serial killer would damage people well enough but the target of a second one was downright ludicrous.

When they emerged from Witsec, their old names mixing with their new - Frank and Max - and their old life threatening their new one, Jack had fell back into routine immediately. His first contact was his aunt, then his old friends. It was good, Aaron thought, that he was able to settle in. The nightmares still persisted and there were demons around every corner but Jack took his mothers genes and held his head high, going along with the flow.

Aaron couldn’t. He couldn’t return back to that life - to them, the bau, to the woman who packed up her life from another continent solely to save his ass and because he had asked her to, to Aaron. He briefly entertained the idea of picking up the phone, wondering deeply if she experienced the same identity crisis he put himself through, after he forced her into a similar situation.

He didn’t though, and he stayed hidden like a coward.

No one had opened up dialogue on the website, the ex-agent chalked it up to intimidation, until now, 3 months after it was posted. More intrigued and bored than anything, Jack was out for the night with friends, Hotch clicked the notification. His ever present frown deepened at the username, his brain fruitlessly searched for what had sparked recognition.

When nothing ultimately came up, Aaron sighed. He read over the thoughtful message multiple times, debating on a response. Jack’s words echoed in his brain. It’ll be good.

What has he got to lose?

PhoenixPren : May I ask some Questions?

RockyRacoon : Thank you for your kind words. What would you like to know?

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Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

#great now i have a writing bug #i hope this is okay #i rlly like it so far i’m gonna continue it!#criminal minds #emily prentiss #aaron hotchner #hotchniss #hotchniss fanfiction #criminal minds fanfiction #tell me what you think!#The Phoenix and The Rocket

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mkstrigidae · 10 hours

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Winter's Child Preview WIP (Surprise!)

Some of the pieces I have written for Winter's Child are more edited than I realized, so I thought I'd share one here as a treat for all of you who have stuck with the story through my accidental hiatus. We start reeeeally getting into some of the lore I've developed for the story going forward, and I'm excited to hear what you think of it!

“It’s so dark, father.” Sansa shuddered as her eyes flicked around her and she clutched tight at her father’s hand. She was all of eight years old, and had never been this far back into the crypts. Her other hand was firmly ensconced in Bael’s fur as she held onto his leg. “Why must our kin rest in such a- a lonely place?”

Her father chuckled, the sound echoing in the cavern.

“’tis not lonely, child.” He told her, easily lifting her up onto his hip. “Our crypts hold our kin- the history of our house. Hard men and honorable men and men who survived many winters. Can you think of better company for us in death?”

Sansa had to admit that this made sense. she snuggled closer to her father, tucking her head in his neck. Lady seemed wary as well, sticking close by Bael’s side. She was still tiny, next to the massive adult direwolf, and kept darting under him, eyes flicking around at the stone figures.

“You’re freezing already, sweetling.” Her father frowned, putting a hand to her cheek. “Your skin is like ice.”

“I’m not cold.” Sansa insisted, stubbornly. She didn’t want to go back yet. The crypts frightened her, but it was so rare that her father’s attention was focused on her and her alone. “Why are our crypts underground?”

“Where should they be?”

“Mother’s family lay their kin to rest in the rivers.” She murmured, playing with a lock of her father’s dark hair. “The Targaryens burned their dead, Maester Luwin said.”

Her father smiled at her.

“Would that your brothers paid half as much attention in their lessons.” He shook his head. “We return to the embrace of the earth- to rest under the roots of the weirwood and the eyes of the old gods.” he was quiet for a moment as they reached her aunt Lyanna’s tomb. “The old gods grant us the privilege of their power while we live.”

“Our gifts.” Sansa murmured. “The direwolves.” Bael leaned his head down, nuzzling at her dangling feet and she giggled.

“Yes, sweetling.” her father murmured, his eyes flashing for a second. “We return that gift to the earth when we die. The stone keeps in our bones, but our ancestors rest on the earth itself.” he gestured towards the older tombs, overrun with great, twisting white roots. “We feed the weirwood in death, allowing her to take back our magic.”

“Old Nan told me that the crypts are deep enough to keep our wild magic in.” Sansa told him. “Especially the Starks of old. Before Torrhen. The kings of winter.”

“Perhaps she is right.” Ned murmured, setting Sansa down to stand next to him in front of Lyanna’s statue. His gaze was indecipherable as he looked on her stone face. She had been beautiful, Sansa knew. Everyone always said so. She was beautiful even in stone, her companion, Alya, carved beside her. “The gift granted to the Starks of old was different from the wolves, sweetling. Harsher, wilder- more dangerous. Those who could call winter to their fingertips do not rest easily.”

“Why not?”

“To hold sway over winter was to call and command death itself.” Her father told her, his voice soft. “To live with one foot in the world of the gods. It was a wild gift, Sansa, and not one to be taken lightly.”

She nodded, solemnly. She had read the stories of the Stark kings of old. She wasn’t sure she would ever want to meet one, even if they were kin. One question kept tugging at the back of her mind, though.

“Father?”

“Yes, sweetling?”

“Why did the gods take it from us? The winter-blood gift, i mean.”

“I wish I knew.” Ned told her, his gaze not directed towards her, but rather to his sister’s face. “But none but Torrhen Stark and his immediate kin would know, and his bones remain silent. They hold no answers for us here.”

The two were silent for another moment.

“Do you think the gods will ever give it back to us?” Sansa asked, softly.

Her father’s face momentarily crumpled into a deep grief before he seemed to steady himself, digging a hand into Bael’s thick fur.

“Perhaps.” he murmured, laying a wreath of evergreen atop his sister’s tomb. There were snowflakes etched up and down the stone. Sansa had always thought it oddly beautiful for something so grim. “We can only wait on the gods, sweetling. One day, they may answer your question.”

#my writing #my wips #writing wip #asoiaf fanfic #asoiaf fanfiction #got fanfic #jonsa #Sansa Stark #Ned Stark #Jon's not in this scene sorry guys!#He's up having some... interesting conversations with benjen at the wall #tell me what you think!#Winter's Child

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p0rkbun · 7 months

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Hey hun if you feel comfortable sharing your ai’s I’d love to have the links but it’s okay if you don’t want to share

I would love to share it! The only reason i haven't is because i'm either still working on it or shy haha 👉👈

Another reason because i'm afriad there will be some OOC moments or errors (blaming c ai) but i guess you have motivate me to share a bot i've finished but too shy to show, there are more bots in my private like ceo sam, sam on vacation and fbi sam but i'm still working on them! Though i do feel satisfied with ceo sam rn, maybe i'll give the link? 🤔

have boxer sam for now! She's public this time, along with og sam so they aren't unlisted anymore, you can find them easily in my account on c ai or maybe in the search ♡

#much love thank you 💛#tell me what you think!#scream #sam carpenter #c ai #character ai #samantha carpenter #boxer! sam carpenter #melissa barrera

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ARE YOU KIDDING ME?Of course I have an idea for Joshua!yn is famous in her field(she's an ilustrator for children books) but doesn't like to be on the spotlight, and tries her best to stay away from people and technology ,preffering the company of her books .She doesn't trust people because of her previous relationships and pretty much gave up on finding love. UNTIL, she's dragged by her friend to an event that Joshua is there and BOOM! they start as friends, but he KNOWS she's the one

Fresh Out The Slammer (Joshua x illustrator!Reader)

A/N: A little short, a little late, but I hope you enjoy regardless ❤️‍🔥

Joshua noticed you the second you stepped into the function. You were glowing, of course, and he simply had to talk to you.

If this had been earlier, even by a couple of months, it would have been easier to get through the crowds to talk to the beautiful wallflower, but it wasn't, so he had to bide his time.

It's idle chatter...and more idle chatter...he'd tell that man he loved him in his latest movie, he'd flatter someone about their dress... but it didn't really matter.

He'd check the opposite corner of the room, and there you'd be...

And you, on the other hand, were questioning everything.

You know, there was a time where you would have gone out and not felt like you did right now. You weren't a shut in by any means, you'd gone out to fancy events before, you knew what it took to enjoy yourself on nights like these!

You were hot! In demand! You had a contract with random house for fuck's sake!!

So why were you still standing in the corner, as if you'd been freshly broken up with at Prom?

With a sip of champagne, you stuck your sparkly clutch under your arm, and turn towards the door.

If you had even known what had been coming your way, you wouldn't have moved. As Joshua watched you turn towards the door, he ducked, weaved, and turned around the swaths of people at the event, as if he were an Olympic gymnast. A feelings of certainty, swam around his head like a lovely cloud. As he worked his way through the crowds, he straightened his jacket and pulled out his cuffs, trying to put on an air of confidence.

You stopped when he made his way into your vision, of course you did, he's beautiful.

"I'm Joshua, what's your name?" He extended his hand, keeping calm with the certainty that the moment you gave him your name, he'd be introduced to the rest of his life.

You gave your name softly, as you took his hand and shook it.

#joshua madika x reader #queue #request #i feel a little off about this #idk man #tell me what you think!

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saintaemond · 1 month

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I'm once again thinking about the showrunners telling Fabien Frankel to spend time with a certain cast member to prepare for season 2. Who do you think it is? Ewan, TGC, or Olivia?

i think about this a lot too! my money's on aemond bc most of the promotional scenes and shots we see are of criston/aemond making war plans / it seems to me that they're gonna build up this bond for the eventual divide in harrenhal

#tell me what you think!#house of the dragon #aemond targaryen #criston cole

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thumpercloudbright · 11 days

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FINALLY!

SHE IS DONE!

Meet Twilight, my Sky/Night Hybird sona!

I am honestly really happy with how she turned out, especially after having such a difficult time drawing her wings

Her wing color palette was based off sunsets, because sky and night lol, and I am super happy about making that choice, she is very pretty to me🎉

☆~Mutations~☆

Now to discuss some of her features!

She has some mutations upon her for being a hybrid

The two easily noticable ones are that she has two pairs of ears, and a very short tail

The two pairs of ears were simply random chance, but she can hear just fine

Her stubby tail is a somewhat common mutation among hybrids, as not only do many have specific types of tails (ie barbs on SandWings and prehensile on RainWings), but also because different tribes have different lengths of tails, so sometimes hybrids end up with a shorter one

This gives Twilight some balance issues when it comes to flying and running, as the tail is used to help steer a dragon in both activities. So while she's faster than most dragon tribes at flight, she is not as fast as an average SkyWing

Her last mutation is that she is also smaller than most dragons, not reaching the average height of either NightWing or SkyWing, but she doesn't let that get her down

☆~Bio~☆

Now that her features are out, here is some bite sized info on her bio and such☆

Age: 21

Gender: Female, goes by she/her

Sexuality: Pan

Job: Librarian and Novelist in the Sky Kingdom

Powers: Strong fire breath, and an empath, for the moon just started to go down when she was hatching

Personality: Friendly, thoughtful, guilt ridden, optimistic, imaginative, kinda hot tempered, and introverted

☆~Last Sign Off~☆

For those who are interested, adopts will be arriving Wednesday or Thursday! I've kept an eye on the poll, and the results honestly surprised me hehehe

And that takes care of that! Thanks for reading, hope ya have a good day/night where ya are!

Take care🎉

#wof #wings of fire #my art #art #tell me what you think!#wof sona #wings of fire sona #wof oc #artwork

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luv-beats · 5 months

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some playlists ive been making so far

#tell me what you think!#fragaria memories #Spotify

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a-pain-in-the-neck · 2 years

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DRACULA DAILY , MAY 16th…

“ The women closed round, whilst I was aghast with horror; but as I looked they disappeared, and with them the dreadful bag… They simply seemed to fade into the rays of the moonlight and pass out through the window, for I could see outside the dim, shadowy forms for a moment before they entirely faded away. Then the horror overcame me, and I sank down unconscious.”

#dracula daily #dracula #my art #may 16th #silhouettes against text? delicious #trying something stylistically different here for speed’s sake but also struggled with wanting to make this one more detailed so y’all #tell me what you think!#Dracula’s brides #Dracula’s wives

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vellichorom · 11 months

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Alright this may sound weird as heck but I wana see how you draw blood. It says a lot about an artist, the way they draw blood

does it really? well, well - I think I can supply you with some of my Messier pieces, just to give you an idea!

I'd like to think I'm pretty skilled with blood, but... I'll let you be the judge!

cw // bloody, gorey pieces down below. stay safe!

#anonymous #inbox #blood tw #gore tw #blood cw #gore cw #THESE ARE MY PROUDER PIECES INVOLVING. you know #le classic red stuff #THERE'S A COUPLE MORE I SUPPOSE. in fact one i should get around to posting because it's tsp related.... hrm #ANYWAY eat up #TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK!

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Thoughts on the Plain Doll (long post ahead)

« There’s a LOT to say about the plain doll but for now I will only talk about why I think she was made in the first place. What’s her original purpose ? »

If you played Bloodborne, you certainly know the Doll. The Plain Doll. A ray of light and comfort in this horrible night of the hunt. In this nightmare.

She’s a sentient and animate doll in the Hunter’s dream. In the real world she’s not. She’s just a doll, in an abandoned old workshop (but is she really just that ?) Even if she’s not a real human being she’s much more than just a doll or an animated object.

Surprisingly some actions she does are closer to the one of a human. A doll wouldn’t need to sleep or to breathe right ? and yet she does. (Doll don’t shed tears or blood ? Well it’s not human tears or human blood but… she does that too…).

She’s not just “animated” she genuinely seems to have at least a little part of a human soul. (But not enough to be fully human…). Why and how she came to life remain a some kind of mystery. Well we can guess but we will probably never know in detail what happened. When was she animated? When the dream was create ? Some time after ? Who knows...

Well I’m not planning to talk about this for now, no. I wanted to talk about something a bit different.

There’s a LOT to say about the plain doll but for now I will only talk about why I think she was made in the first place. What’s her original purpose ?

I know it’s kind of a sensitive subject. I don’t want to start anything and it’s not a way to continue anything. I just want to share my thoughts and maybe offer a different view on this topic to people who like Bloodborne and are looking for differents takes. Who are doing research to try to learn more & understand this amazing game more. (Personally, I would have like a lot to find more things like this when I began my own researches).

First allow me to explain how much I love her. Before even playing the game I already really like her. For the first few dozen hours of my first run she was my favorite character (yes my first run took me 100h that’s why).

So, There’s many interpretations and speculations about the doll. I’m not going to talk about everything or we never going to finish (i won’t go into detail about Maria, Gehrman or the winter lanterns for exemple) So I will concentrate only one main thing (+ minors interpretations). The main idea I believe about is that originally, the doll is supposed to be a mourning doll.

So what’s a mourning doll ?

First, we need to talk a bit about the Victorian era (Europe, XIXe century) and their custom about death. Some things they did to honored and remember their dead were really differents from what we do today. We could even say they are disturbing today. Death was something more common (expecially among children) and a less taboo subject. They had post-death pictures (a last photography of someone who is already dead like they were still alive, sometimes taken alongside relatives who are still alive), death mask (plaster mask of the face of the deceased person), jewelry made with hair and morning dolls.

So mourning dolls. They were made to represented a dead child. Help the family grief, to honor their memory, to remember them. That depend the age of the child but they were a lot smaller that the true size of the child. It was quite expensive to make so not everyone could order one . It was generally the size of an infant/baby or a small child, for the bigger one.

They were made in the likeness of the child they were supposed to represent. Usually the clothes they wear belong to the child. Sometimes the hair of the doll came from the dead infant as well.

After the funeral the dolls were usually place on the grave of the lost child. But sometimes they were kept by the family. Placed resting in the crib. And sometimes aven taken care of. We could say they were some sort of surrogate children ? They filled the emptiness left during grief.

I believe it correspond with the doll. Even if of course the doll is not based on a child but on an adult woman. (And she’s scale 1/1 and 2 meters tall..)

We know that the doll is based on Lady Maria. She might have die a big while before the event of the game. And we know that Gehrman probably made the doll, (at least her clothes. Thanks to the description. They were made with great love) after the death Maria (it makes the most sense).

"Discarded doll clothing, likely a spare for dress-up." "A deep love for the doll can be surmised by the fine craftsmanship of this article, and the care with which it was kept." "It borderlines on mania, and exudes a slight warmth."

So I think this work whatever the interpretations of the relationship between Maria & Gehrman you believe in.

(Ok maybe not the creep one. I’m not really a fan of this one though? But that depend I guess… she’s the only one doll we saw in the game. So this method of coping with her loose might be quite unusual for Yharnam. By the way a lot of things on this subject are in fact mistranslations).

Anyway if you consider the father/ daughter relationship it completely make sense ! He made a mourning doll based on his daughter/ daughter figure ! Completely in the theme. And also on the theme of the great one losing their child and earning for a surrogate.

Now, about the second big interpretation(s) (romantic/ oneside feelings etc) I believe it work too. Her looses disturbed him so much he made the doll for the reason people made one. So yes it’s not the usually reason why people made morning dolls but I think it has the same final purpose. To honored her memory and to have something to take care of.

Remember how mourning dolls can be placed next to the grave too?

Well now I can’t saw this the same ever again… if you consider this is indeed Maria’s grave.

My thoughts on this topic

About the doll face / appearance :

So it’s basically the same as Maria (almost). The « cracks » is probably because the painting on the faces is really old and hasn’t been done in quite some times. The grave is half broken because of the plants too.. it’s been awhile since nobody take care of them in the real world. Still, the doll is in a pretty good state.

Her face is a bit pale too… with dark circle under her eyes, white/ grey hair…a bit weird ? Did Maria really look like this before her death ? (When we fight her she looks more dead too…)

She could not have been in really good health and that’s why… but there’s another explanation.

The doll could be base on Maria after her death. But I don’t think he just take her corpse as a model and made the doll directly based on that… my view is the same as the following :

The last memory he have of her is probably after her death. The sight might have such a huge impact on him that unconsciously he made her that way / he could only remember her looking like this.

About the clothes.

Some tend to criticize a lot Gehrman about it. I don’t really agree with this view.

First we know that Maria stop being a hunter and took care of the research hall. And throw away her Rakuyo.

The doll clothes are not made for fighting (really low defense. Only a little fire def like all the other Yharnamites clothes + probably a good quality fabric. It’s one one the most expensive set you can sell too). (And the cainhurst dress cost nothing 😭).

So that kinda respect her wish right ? Even if she never wear that kind of clothes maybe Gehrman wanted to give her comfortable and nice clothes, far from the hunt. There’s a lot of layers it’s proper and really respectful. Yes she even got an orange short trousers underneath her skirt :

(And that came from a girl who doesn’t wear a lot of feminine clothes XD ! No dress, no skirt…).

And maybe she did wear such clothes, outside of the hunt. (The one we get who have an extra bow tie is describe are the spare set, that Gehrman probably made. We don’t know about the first one but it might be the same thing too?)

Maybe it’s even hers. Remember how morning dolls can wear the original child clothes ? (there's the pendentif too!) (+ the clothes are black and look like mourning clothes too).

Or maybe she begin to wear this when she begin to work at the research hall. Ok i know the patient are blind but maybe it wasn’t always the case ? A Lady Hunter sight like Maria will certainly scare quite some of them. But someone who is more like the doll we know? You would certainly trust her faster.

Both even have almost the same boots ! I find it a bit modern even ? I’m not sure people wear that type of clothes together ? It remind me of something more modern. Like a dress/ skirt with some doc/ boots.

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Also need to talk shortly about the cut content. Original the doll wasn’t was probably not a mourning doll. Bloodborne had multiple rewriting of it’s story + a lot of cut content so originally the doll was based on a different character (Queen Annalise. She was supposed to be a surrogate for the child of the Vileblood/ cut umbilical cord description ver 1.0/ but well it was retcon. And after it was someone else (when the apprentice, Gehrman & the doll were 3 differents characters) and after she was based on Lady Maria).

But what I always found fascinating was that she seems to be a mixt from someone from Cainhurst (clothes/look) and the Healing church (black skirt, woman salute of the church…). It was probably so intriguing before dlc.

When I saw this it clicked in my head !

Other complementary interpretations / minor interpretations :

Also it could be a desperate way to bring her back + to reach the next level of evolution.

I’m not sure that Gehrman really wanted to animated the doll in the real world but it’s also an idea I like 👍 so maybe he did ask help from the Moon Presence too.

Or Flora noticed that Gehrman was growing more and more tired and sad and all and was like : Tada! I made you a friend to keep you company. Using the doll of the person you care a lot about. That make you Happy right ? Right ?

Another idea I like, is how the church/ Laurence could be involve in the creation of the doll.

Trying to bring back the soul of someone into an artificial body. Who doesn’t age, doesn’t get sick, doesn’t bled, you can change the part of… isn’t it’s on the theme as to try to evolve humanity to the next stage of evolution ? Closer to the great one ?

And I read a really cool theory on Reddit (Can’t find it again…) about how the winter lanterns are dolls yes but created by the church/Mensis to take care of Mergo/ help hunters in the nightmares. But they get corrupted… (The common ideas is that the winter lanterns are some sort of nightmare of our hunter/ Maria / Gehrman / patient of the research hall. And I agree with this too.

So hm… that was long. There’s really a lot to say about Bloodborne, the lore and the characters. I could talk about it for hours maybe.

Thank you for reading this ! I hope it was interesting. I wish we can talk more about this subject nicely if you want to add something ! Thank you :)

#plain doll #bloodborne #bloodborne thoughts #I finally finished it !#i had a 8hours flight I had a bit of time XD #it's quite long sorry about the fault & I'm so tired #if you didn’t like it it’s fine. If everyone stay polite it’s ok #I would prefer that you ignore this post if it’s to start a not so nice argument thank you.#It’s just my thought and interpretation that wanted to write down and share #i will made an appendix / add some links later of similar view later #I hope I didn't forget anything...x)#bloodborne theory #the doll #gehrman the first hunter #lady maria of the astral clocktower #mourning doll #tell me what you think!#the plain doll

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