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Beginner Witch Tips

WARNING: I am a sarcastic butthole and it shows through out this hot mess of a post. This is some random craft junk I have learned in my days of practicing witchcraft

Witch craft is not magic.

I don’t care what you have heard. Witchcraft is not magic. It can not turn your eyes different colors. It can not make you into a animal. You will not be able to control the weather or summon wind with your fingers. Ghosts will not do as you say. This is not Harry Potter. Case closed

Intent over tools

Do you think it’s gonna matter if you use a butter knife as an athame? Or you have to sub a white candle for another color because you don’t have the funds to buy that color? Or you had to leave out an ingredient because you don’t have it or you’re allergic? No, it’s not. Witchcraft (to me) is about mind over matter. If you are making an effort for your God/god/goddess/deity/elf/fae/etc it isn’t gonna matter what or how you got there, but the intent you had getting there

Cursing and hexing is up to you and your beliefs

Totally up to you if you believe that this is okay or not. However, if you don’t like this, do not go and tell someone else it’s wrong. If they ask you how you feel you can tell them it’s not your thing. If you do like this, do not go and tell someone else it’s fine and try to get them to accept it. If they ask you about it, you can tell them that you are into it

You do not have to have an alter

It’s up to you and your practice. And if you can where you are etc. If you want one and can not have one, draw one or, my favorite, Set up a pinterest board for your god/goddess/fae/elf/deity etc. and save things that you thing relate to them.

It’s not about fancy stuff

This goes back to intent over tools, as long as you are comfortable with what you are doing and using, do it and use it. I use salsa and yogurt containers, coffee filters taped together, M&M tubes, and envelopes to keep crap in. I use a 99¢ Wal-Mart bandanna to do spells on that I got from Girl Scout camp and it has rainbow peace signs all over it. Do I care? Nope. Does anyone else care or will they judge you? Nope. we are all in the same boat here.

Hand making things is way too underrated  

I LOVE hand making things. Whether you are good or bad at it, it is a good way to save money, and personalize it just for you. Example: I made tarot cards out of printer paper that I cut out and wrote the card name, and definition of what it means (to me) and I love them. Pencil wand? Yas queen. DIY cauldron out of play-dough? Frick me u p daddy.


You’d think I would have to include this bUT
Some things are okay to consume. Sometimes if taking a certain medicine you can’t consume that. Sometimes you are allergic to one thing, and in turn you will be allergic to that thing too. Sometimes you are pregnant and it’S HIGHLY DANGEROUS TO CONSUME THINGS WITHOUT KNOWING WHAT IT DOES

Never ignore professional medical advice and help in favor of witchcraft methods.

Case c l o s e d

Spirit workers

Not nice spirits can attach to people who have depression and anxiety more so than people who don’t

There are good and bad spirits. if one makes you feel comfomy, do not feel bad for asking it to leave/getting rid of it

Don’t ask your tarot cards every time you have a question

This happens a lot. Especially when you get a new deck and it’s so new and shiny and you can’t w a i t to get your grubby little hands on it and do crap >:D but you don’t want to get into the habbit of “ohgoshgollybatman I have to go to the store, okay let’s see if I’ll get hit by a car… oh and do I really need the applejuice..”  or “do I REALLY need this plant..” bc the answer to that is always yes duh

Divination is not for predicting the future

Now stay with me, it is for guiding you in the future. It can not tell you what day you are going to die, who you are going to marry, etc 

The future is not written in stone

Let’s sayyyyy you do a simple past, present, and future reading with tarot, and you get a bad reading for the future, it doesn’t matter. That is how it is going right now, now you can see what you need to change etc 

You dont need a fancy journal for a grimore or book of shawdows

Heckadoodle I use a binder and notebook paper so I can move stuff around. I just write with a pencil and pen, and color with dollar store crayons or collered pencils. 
Now, you may be thinking, “Oh but, it’s a nice binder right?” Lemme stop you right there. It is falling apart, needs to be ducktaped, has a picture of my doggo inside and I’ve used it for school for abouutt.. 7 years?
Summin’ it up: It don’t gotta be fancy

If you forget to blow out candles set a timer on your phone

I do this all the freaking time and I’ll leave a candle out, and then here comes mother. Closet underage witches know the struggle. Trying to explain why you have a burning candle left in your room. Or if you are adult and have to adult after a spell or whatever and leave the house and come back to the candle just sittin’ there. Burning away. (my mom did this once and it caught her table on fire)
Timer. Yep.

You don’t have to know a certain language 

This is more focused to me bc i am nerd but okie dokie
I know Latin from school, therefore I mix it into my spells (like some on @witchy-recipes-and-things) and provide a translation. I don’t want anyone to think you have to have a certain language for your craft.

How to Ouija

Tbh this is too long already so if you want another post on it tell me and I’ll make one and link it

Sigils can be drawn everywhere

In your phone case, in your wallet, in a shoe, under fingernail polish, under seats, wherever whatever-I can also elaborate more on this



When doing love spells, consent from the other person is a must. 

You can be a christian, athiest, pagan, whatever, and still do witchcraft

It is about the craft, not religion 

Witchcraft is not a religion, Wicca is

And you do not have to be Wiccan to partake in Witchcraft

Sage doesn’t have to be in cone shape to burn it

I put rubbed sage meant for cooking on a metal plate and torch the sucker Shane Dawson style but with one of the long lighters, then run around my house in my underware screaming “MAY THE POWER OF CHRIST COMPEL YOU BITCH” in Latin

When cleansing 

Trust your witch mother who is allergic to everything and is an asthmatic, open the windows and doors.
Also, as the smoke leaves you room through the windows or whatever, the spirits/bad vibes/etc leave with it

You don’t have to believe everything you read

Witchcraft is how YOU feel about things. No matter how other people feel about things

You can have your own corresponces for things

Like I think cinnamon is hot, deals with the sun, direction south, used for healing love etc., but it can be totally different for you

Divination doers do not have to be witches and witches do not have to be divination doers


Can not stress this enough. This is the best thing to do even if you can not practice your craft where you are atm. knowledge is power.

So here is a list I’ve complied :D (yes I’ve made all of these, I was too bored to ask people’s permission to add things, sue me) (All of the spells are all religion inclusive)

Learn you star sign with detail
Edible Flower List
Witch Tools
Tarot Meanings Cheat Sheet

Good First Spell-Calming Tea Spell
DIY Charcoal Pencil
Get Shit Done Bottle
Spell to Sleep
Sea in a Bottle
Protection and Calm Bottle
Find a Item You Lot

Referring to “When cleansing”, Line two, words 3-4, I am now your witch mother and if you ever have any questions feel free to ask! This list was requested from a witchling and if you have any requests feel free to ask :3

[long meta] the hidden depths of voltron S1 E6

part 1: lance’s literal awakening and keith’s metaphorical one 

(if you already know where I’m going with this, you might find part 2: an entire subtextual plot in S1 E6? - in this same post - more interesting)

I’ve been rewatching season 1, and I got to episode 5 with the bonding moment and was like yeahh but then I got to the beginning of E6, with everyone waiting for lance to be released from the healing pod, and I was like wait. I never really thought twice about the scene before, but this time around I was like…hold the phone. 

what is keith’s reasoning for being impatient in this scene, anyway? like, if everyone else can wait a few ticks for lance to wake up, why can’t you? 

is this just your Personality, to be an impatient nuisance sometimes, haha queue comedic intro? well, while keith is often impatient, it’s usually during situations involving life or death decisions. and since lance isn’t about to die, and the timing of his release from the pod doesn’t put anyone else’s life at risk…

since i trust the vld writers enough at this point (at least with keith, i guess…?) to not make characters do shit for no good reason, i don’t think keith was being impatient for the hell of it, especially to do with someone he’s made a point of *Shrug* Not Really caring about – that is, until shit went down in E5 and keith dropped that pretense like it was hot and didn’t hesitate to initiate the famed bonding moment.

my point here about this scene in E6, is that it’s directly linked to E5′s bonding moment, like 100%. maybe you’re like DUH OBVIOUSLY - and you’d be right, cause it’s obvious to me now and I was probably just being really slow on the uptake - but nevertheless, i don’t think we should hang up the the phone there…

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Requested Anonymously

Hardly my best work, but you flubbles seem to be fond of it, so here’s the shiny version…

Part II - Part III - Part IV

He was watching you. You might never have noticed, but you caught him watching you just the other day. He was mad at himself for getting caught. He had been so careful, so cautious, just so that you wouldn’t realize. Now, you knew, and he was just waiting for you to say that you wanted to leave. After all, why would someone like you put up with a cranky, war-torn, old alien watching them all the time? Not that he watched you in your sleep or anything, but really.

Was it wrong, to be so attentive? He couldn’t help but wonder. For a Gallifreyan, it was a perfectly acceptable to express interest that way, but humans seemed to be split on the matter. He didn’t know what you would think about it.

Honestly, he had been restraining himself. Had he been courting you in the traditional Gallifreyan style, attentive wouldn’t even begin to cover it. But you didn’t know that he wanted to court you, you didn’t recognize all of the rituals he wanted to go through. He couldn’t think of an excuse to give you courting gifts, and it wasn’t as if he could pass such gifts off as casual. Courting gifts were supposed to be personal.

Well, at least there was the travel. You seemed to enjoy all of the strange, exotic planets. Those, at least, he could give you. He could give you galaxies. Not enough, he thought, but all he could give you without clueing you in to what he was doing. Not that he didn’t want you to know, but… he was a coward, really, and he couldn’t risk losing you. He had your friendship, and how could he sacrifice that? He would gladly sacrifice many things for your love, but what if he failed earning your love and lost your friendship at the same time?

No. Now was not the time to think about that. It was unthinkable, anyway. He was too far gone to consider it. He just needed to make sure that you wanted to stay on the TARDIS. If he could get you to willingly stay with him, then everything else could work out. Maybe. He hoped.

“Where are we going this time?” you asked, and he was instantly distracted by your smile. Smiling was good, very good, especially when it was for him.

“Somewhere special.”

This was a gift. You didn’t know, but this whole trip was a gift. Every trip was, but this one, as the Doctor said, was special.

“What, no name?”

The Doctor grinned at you, self-conscious of his ‘daft face’ but unable to resist giving you a smile. He enjoyed a smile from you, and he hoped that you enjoyed a smile from him. “I never named it, no.”

You blinked and ran that statement through your mind again. “What?”

“Just wait.”

The TARDIS rocked, and you nearly fell over, but the Doctor held your arm firmly. He cheered a little on the inside when you didn’t shrug him off or pull away. You seemed perfectly glad to let him touch you like this, and wasn’t that nice? Holding hands was one thing. It was just a habit, and a safety measure so that he could run and know you wouldn’t fall behind. And, it made him rather proud to say that you weren’t likely to run off when he was holding your hand. Whether that was good manners on your part or if you were less likely to stray when he was touching you, he didn’t know, but he hoped it was the latter.

“Was that a landing or just the usual turbulence?” you asked.

“A landin’,” the Doctor confirmed. “C'mon.” He tugged on your arm. “I’ve been dyin’ ta show ya this.”

You wanted to ask what he meant, but your voice was stolen away when he opened the TARDIS door.

A landscape of pristine snow stretched out before you, glowing under the light of a full, blue-tinged moon. The sky was clear, allowing you an unhindered view of stars, so many stars stuffed into the dark expanse, mingled with galaxy dust reminiscent of the Milky Way, but so much closer and more vibrant than anything that could be seen from Earth. Glowing crystals peeked out from the snow, all soft colors of rose and robin’s egg blue. In the distance, you saw the scraggly silhouette of a forest, and beyond that, the luminescent outline of a mountain range lit by the moon.

You had never seen anything so beautiful in your life.

Considering everything the Doctor had shown you before this, that was really saying something. You couldn’t quite believe this was real. You had seen so many strange things, some frightening, some beautiful, but this… oh. You could just stand here and look for forever.

You shivered in exhilaration, but the Doctor mistook it for chill. There was snow on the ground, after all.

“Are you cold?” he asked.

A cold breeze brushed across your face, and you blamed it for the way your cheeks flushed, because it certainly wasn’t the Doctor’s concern that made your face warm like that. Certainly not anything to do with the Doctor.  Not at all.

“Aren’t you?” you said.

“Nah. Here.” He swept his jacket off and draped it around your shoulders. “I don’t need it.”

You stared unabashedly even as you pulled his jacket tighter around your frame.


You tried your best not to smirk, but failed. “You’re practically naked.”

Oi!” the Doctor exclaimed, his hands flying to press defensively against his green jumper. “Am not!“

"Practically! I’ve never seen you without your jacket on!”

The Doctor almost made a retort, but trailed off as he realized you were telling the truth. He had never taken his jacket off around you. It hadn’t occurred to him before, but he almost didn’t feel right without it on. It was his armor. What also hadn’t occurred to him was that this might make you uncomfortable, or at least make him seem unapproachable. You had been so at ease with him lately, so open, and he hadn’t been just as open for you. That was hardly inviting, and when he was trying to get you to see him as more than a friend? That wouldn’t do. He would have to take it off more often… and give it to you. He liked the look of it; you wearing his jacket. Maybe that was male pride, but he didn’t care.

You slipped your arms into the sleeves so that the jacket wouldn’t slip off your shoulders. “This is amazing.”

“Really?” The Doctor didn’t know whether you were referring to the planet or… this. Whatever it was. This situation. Hopefully both.


“Y'know…” The Doctor grinned, eager for his big reveal. “No one else has ever been on this planet.”

Your eyes widened. “What?”

“You-” he grabbed your hand, “and I, are the only ones-” he took a step into the snow and prompted you to do the same, “-are the only ones to ever step foot on this planet. It’s impossible to get to, except for by TARDIS. This place doesn’t even have a name.”

You hadn’t followed him. With your hand still gripping his and the toes of your shoes on the very edge of the TARDIS threshold, you could only marvel at the scene and what the Doctor was telling you and… and how he looked with the most beautiful landscape in the universe shining behind him. “You’re kidding?”

“No!” His grin was going to break his face if it stretched any wider. “I discovered it in my first body and never showed it to anyone. ‘Til now.”

Now, that was a sobering statement. ”

"Why me?”

“Well… I explored some, of course, but there’s still so much left, and I decided to save it…” He stepped closer to you, close enough for him to hear the rush of your single heart and for you to see the way his eyes were shining. “I wanted to share it with someone special.”

You didn’t reply. You couldn’t. What could you say to that, other than those three forbidden words? I love you. But you couldn’t say that.

The Doctor’s smile vanished, and he suddenly looked very serious. “How long do you want to stay with me?”

“For as long as you want me to,” you answered without hesitation.

The smile was back, soft and easy.

“Forever, then?”

“Sounds good to me.” Please, forever. Forever would be perfect.

“Well then!” The Doctor’s grip on your hand tightened as he turned back out into the breathtaking landscape that was somehow even more beautiful with his confession of how much it meant to him. And to you, now, as you took your first step onto the snow. “I say we go exploring!”

“Good idea,” you agreed with a laugh at his innocent curiosity.

That ear-to-ear grin was back, and the Doctor leaned close to you with a gleam in his eye that you recognized.


Tabula Rasa

Pairing: Steve/Tony
Fandom: Marvel Adventures
Tags: fluff, humor, costume swap, amnesia
Summary: When Loki decides to wipe Steve and Tony’s memories, the two of them have to figure out their mission - and their identities - for themselves.
Notes: For this image square on my stony bingo card:

It was supposed to be their day off, that was the thing. Tony and Steve had plans for a quick game of basketball then a trip to the cinema to see a rerun of Alien, but they’d got word that Loki had been spotted terrorizing citizens in downtown New York by conjuring an army of evil bunny rabbits.

“Come on, Tony, let’s drop by and sort out Loki, then see if we can still make the matinee showing at the cinema.” Steve had turned his most winning smile on Tony, and really, who could resist that?

They almost succeeded in battling through the hordes of vicious fluffy bunny monsters and taking down Loki, but at the last minute he caught them by surprise, summoning thick green vines which burst up from the sidewalk and held them in place.

“Puny mortals,” Loki said smugly. “You only succeed in foiling my plans in the past because of your prior experience, or you wouldn’t stand a chance against me. Let’s see how heroic you are without your memories!”

He waved his hands in an elaborate pattern and a burst of golden light flew across the street and hit both of them. Tony felt pain for a moment, and then there was only darkness.

He came around to see a terribly handsome blond man leaning over him, looking concerned. “Are you okay?” the man asked gently.

Tony sat up and looked around in confusion. He wasn’t injured or in pain, but his head felt thick and fuzzy. He tried to remember how he had come to be lying in the middle of the street, but there was nothing, just a blank space in his memory.

“Um. Yes? Sort of? Why can’t I remember anything?”

The blond chewed his lip nervously. “I’m afraid I couldn’t say. I woke up next to you a couple of minutes ago, but I don’t remember anything from before that either.”

Something was nagging at Tony’s attention, and he realized with a start that it was because his movements felt heavy and difficult to control. There was some kind of plate over his face which he flicked up, and he looked down to realise that he was wearing, of all things, a shiny bright red and gold suit of armor. Huh.

He looked back at the blond man, and noted that his outfit was pretty unusual too. Chainmail over a blue body suit that was, uhh, rather tightly fitted, with red and white stripes round the middle and a big white star on the front. There was a cowl attached to the suit which he had pushed back to reveal dreamy blue eyes, and the ensemble was finished off with bright red boots and gloves. 

Was that an… American flag themed outfit? Jesus. Tony hoped he hadn’t been rescued by a passionate Trump supporter. That was unlikely to end well.

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An interview with Laura Johnston Kohl, a survivor of the Jonestown Massacre

Why did you join Peoples Temple?
The United States was going through critical growing pains in the 1950s, 1960s, and 1970s. In the decade of the 1960s, five American heroes were shot and killed by vigilantes - John Kennedy, Martin Luther King, Bobby Kennedy, Malcolm X, and Medgar Evers - and many more besides these heroes. Then, we got into the war in Vietnam. I did not want the world run by bullies, nor by vigilantes. I tried as a single, naive woman to change some things - but was pretty powerless, it turned out. When I met Jim Jones, and joined Peoples Temple, I thought Jim would protect me, and stand for issues I felt were important. He had adopted children of many races, had gathered a huge interracial congregation, and stood with other leaders of our times - Angela Davis, Cesar Chavez, Dennis Banks, many in the LGBTQ community in San Francisco, and others. It seemed like a perfect fit, even though I was an atheist. Jim’s efforts were to move people into activism.

What was it about Jim Jones that first attracted you to the Temple?
From the first time I met Jim, in Redwood Valley, I was impressed at his inclusion and affection for all of us. He would hug, smile, congratulate, assist and nurture all of us regardless of age, sex, income, education, and life experience. He would be the one to notice the people cleaning up or working hard, or setting up events. His concern seemed genuine. In his own life, he and his wife had adopted five children of many races, sometimes having to fight a system opposed to household integration. They did it. His wife seemed to be as enchanted with him as the rest of us, which I thought was remarkable. And, he had political allies who were my heroes of the time - Angela Davis, Cesar Chavez, Dennis Banks, and others. In San Francisco, we were supportive of all diverse community members. There was not only a vision of what we could be, we could look around and see that we had already arrived in a small measure. Certainly, we had more work to do, but we were an inclusive interracial community, and determined to continue the fight.

The public persona certainly differed with the reality, even at that time. But, I did not see that part.
Some of the literature on the Peoples Temple paints a picture of abusive practices. Such as catharsis sessions, physical beatings and suicide drills even before the move to Guyana. How apparent were they?

I disagree that the catharsis sessions were always abusive. Jim ran the Temple as if he were the Godfather of a huge family. He was in charge. He took people to task if our work was shoddy, or our behavior was off, if he or others noticed issues. To this day, I have “family meetings” with my husband and foster son to resolve issues and organize our lives. Sometimes that happened in the Peoples Temple Family Meetings. The abuse part was to have Jim making a decision, stating a problem, and then not allowing the person to respond, or to refuse to listen to problems that needed resolution within the church. Jim could never be questioned. Never. That is abuse. A healthy catharsis is not abuse. Catharsis was the wrong word for much of what went on in our Family Meetings. We had dictatorship laying down rules, and not allowing discussion or defense. Because Jim took the role of everyone’s “father” he managed the discipline of the members. The beatings were outrageous, and even created life-long disabilities. The suicide drills were an early clue of Jim’s power-tripping. I wrote them off as just one more of his antics to get us more unified and to work harder. I think that the most relevant thing about the suicide drills was that NO ONE COULD EVER HAVE IMAGINED that Jim, the person who got relatives out of prison, who fought in courts for children and adults, who got people legal and medical help, who adopted his own children and seemed to love all children, and who spoke up for human and civil rights would or could EVER take our lives. Every family had had some relative or close friend helped. Everyone had a story.

Former members have described Jonestown as one of the best things that happened to them. Conversely, it has also been likened to a concentration camp. What was your experience of Jonestown? Did people tell you they wanted to leave?
I was one of the members who loved Jonestown. I always felt that there were many positives of our community, and that the problems would be sorted out and resolved once we did not have to work so hard building everything. If you look at a photo of Jonestown - built in just over 3 years, you will see how amazing it became in that short time. We were humping to make it less primitive and more functional and livable. I did not see things that would not be remedied as soon as our full-out building was done. For people who were not happy in Jonestown, it was a prison. You could not leave. Jim asked people to work hard and that after two years, anyone would be free to go. Many were rightly skeptical. Jim did not ever want anyone to leave. He took it as a personal betrayal and defeat. Even when about 20 people wanted to go with Congressman Ryan, he was overwhelmed. Twenty people out of 1,000. His paranoia and Narcissistic Personality Disorder (even besides his drug addiction) did not allow him to see that in perspective. For those of us in Jonestown, since people did not speak about how they wanted to leave (much as in Hitler’s Germany, where parents were reported by their children or neighbors), I had no idea that people seriously wanted out. I was a zealot so no one would have told me.

As a former member, how do you view the tragic ending of the Peoples Temple?
Jim Jones talked about revolutionary suicide in the death tape, however some scholars view it as mass murder?
The term “Revolutionary Suicide” was coined by Huey Newton, for his book published in the early 1970s. It was the rhetoric of the times, and was used at a time when the disenfranchised poor and people of color were reacting to the abuses of their neighborhoods. Many were saying that if they were to be killed by police or others anyway, they chose to decide the when and where. (That is a rough paraphrase) The deaths in Jonestown were murders. No good came out of the deaths, except that Jim got all the fame and infamy about the community just as he wanted. He never shared leadership.

How was Jim Jones’ behavior?
At the beginning, when I was part of the smaller Redwood Valley Peoples Temple, Jim’s behavior was inclusive, and consistent with the ideas he shared. He did work to get rid of racism within the Temple. Once he moved to San Francisco with many of his members from Redwood Valley, and many new members, I only saw him in public. He was very polished in public. I felt like I knew the “real” Jim Jones and so did not watch him as critically as I should have.

How did you feel inside the community?
The people I met in Peoples Temple were the best, most dedicated and diverse people I have met in my life. Many people made huge sacrifices because we all felt that we could create a safe community for our friends and family, and be a role-model community for the larger world. We worked tirelessly, and felt that each day, we accomplished a lot. I loved the Peoples Temple community, from the communes I lived in and the entire family - which is what it felt like to me.

Was sex an important element?
Jim was married, had a long-time mistress, and continued to have multiple partners over the years. He would justify having sex by telling us why these people “needed” him to show his care or his appreciation for their beauty - really, blaming the victim. And then, he used sex as a further control over that person. I would say that others in the Church were not invited to have multiple partners, and instead earned Jim’s trust be being celibate. He often referred to people as most trustworthy because they were single. He preferred everyone to have a personal connection with him, no room for others or rather, no distraction from others.

When and why did you leave the community?
I did not leave the community. I happened to be working in Georgetown from late October through the deaths in Jonestown on November 18, 1978.

How did Jones maintain such a strong control over the members?
First, Jim Jones was extremely smart. He just outsmarted us by knowing what to say to pull us in. He would speak and be sure he covered exactly what each person or group wanted to hear. I was always political, along with many other members. He would be sure to include politics and a political message in each sermon. Many members were religious, and he would be sure to include that as well. He was well-versed in the bible, although I have a strong opinion that it was useful for him, rather than it being his core belief. Religion was a magnet he could use to draw people in. Then, he would teach and model how activism was essential in interacting with the world.
Second, Jim actually helped nearly every family. He could write letters to get people out of jail or on probation, or get leniency. He helped get people off of drugs, into housing, into communes with shared resources so everyone had a safe place to stay, with enough food. He provided free legal help and got medical attention to members when they had been denied help. Really, every family was impacted by the services provided in Peoples Temple. People could not fathom that he would do them harm when he had so tenderly cared for them or their loves ones over the years. He was powerful because of his deeds. He took care of people.
As a consequence, people did not admit to seeing his flaws. His drug addiction and personality disorder, which worsened in Jonestown, were hidden by his closest nurses/mistresses/secretaries. His reputation was protected vigilantly. Most of us had no clue about how he was disintegrating right in front of us. Even people who did see some problems had no idea that he was so mentally ill that he would kill 917 people and himself.
There had been no precedent in US history of a leader killing nearly 1,000 people. No one in Peoples Temple - or very few, because some did see it on the horizon and left - could have imagined that end. We thought any issues in the community could be fixed as we settled into Jonestown and didn’t have to work so hard.

How did you feel the People’s Temple was taking a stand for social justice?
From the first day, I realized that Jim Jones had an adopted family of all races - Black, Native American, Asian, and his “home grown” son. He and his wife were the first white couple in the State of Indiana to adopt a Black child - Jim Jones Jr. His congregation was the same - mixed race, mixed socio-economic levels, mixed education. This was in the 1960s and 1970s, in a country that JUST passed the Civil Rights Act. Even today, that is not the norm.

From there, we moved on to supporting emerging groups - we spoke up for the LGBTQ community in San Francisco, the American Indian Movement, the Farmworkers, really, all of them. They were us and we were them. We wrote letters to Judges to get family members and community members released from prison, and helped be the voice for the voiceless. That was our mission and we did it tirelessly.

In the late 1960s, I think that was Jim at his “purest.” He always had a borderline personality disorder - and power issues - he wanted all the power, over all of us. But, it really started eroding what he was doing in the early 1970s when he was so successful with the powerful in San Francisco and in California.

What did you see was your role in fighting for social justice?
In high school, I had been active in integrating my neighborhood in Maryland, and in the fight for equality and putting an end to segregation. In college in Connecticut, I worked hard on civil and human rights, and demonstrated to end the war in Vietnam, among other things.

After college, and a brief marriage, I went to Woodstock - but wasn’t interested in being immersed in that culture. Then I lived and worked with the Black Panthers for about 6 months. That did not work for me as a naive, and optimistic young girl.

When I moved to California and met Jim Jones and Peoples Temple - I thought of Jim as a protector who would enable me to continue on with my political activism. That was my life-blood.

How do you think the social issues of the time affected the rise of the People’s Temple?
I know that the society going through such upheaval (with the murders of so many leaders in the 1960s (MLK, the Kennedys, Malcolm X, Medgar Evers), with the war in Vietnam being so unpopular, and with Civil Rights and civil abuses so much in all of our minds made Jim’s rise to a political position meteoric. He was at the right place (SF) and at the right time to become a spokesperson for many of the disenfranchised.

What do you see as the impact of Jonestown on society?
Jonestown had the POTENTIAL to show the world that racism and abuse did not have a role in our society and that we should get rid of both in our communities. Those of us who went to Jonestown thought that we could prove to the world that our kind of mixed and fluid society worked. We thought we could keep our kids safe from drugs, give them a community that valued them, and … That is what we thought. What we didn’t know was that jim had so deteriorated in mental health, and had become so drug-addicted, that he stood in the way of that happening.

Could you describe what the transition into life after the People’s Temple was for you?
When I came back from Guyana, I was totally shell-shocked. I moved back into the San Francisco Temple building on Geary and Fillmore for four months until the Conservator assigned to sell off the assets of Peoples Temple kicked us out. Then, I lived in several different communes of Peoples Temple survivors for the next ten months. The government put a lien on my passport, saying I had to reimburse the $500 they spent to bring me back from Guyana, since I was one of those who received a subpoena to appear before the Grand Jury. I went to work, got a job, and went to school at night. I was putting one foot forward at a time - but not yet determined that I wanted to keep going. It was very difficult and we survivors were not much help to each other or to ourselves.

After a year of trying to make my decision about survival, I moved into a community I had been spending time with - Synanon. Synanon was a residential drug treatment program when it started in the 1950s, but it had become a fully-functioning diverse community with both former drug addicts and “squares” - those who did not become drug addicts. Over the years, there were thousands of residents who passed through. When I moved in in 1980, there were roughly 50% squares and 50% former drug addicts. Synanon took good care of me. However, there are some events mostly from before I moved in that were illegal and problematic. Some of my fellow survivors from Peoples Temple were anxious for me, moving into another “cult.” Synanon closed in 1990, when the IRS rescinded tax status because of profits we were making in selling advertising products.

While in Synanon, I married my current husband, Ron, and my son was born.

In 1990, we moved out. I went back to school and got my California Clear Teaching Credential. I started teaching in 1994. I also became a Quaker in 1994.

After 20 years of keeping my head in the sand, I went to the 20th Anniversary Gathering at Evergreen Cemetery in Oakland, where most of those murdered in Guyana were buried. That was when my healing began - once I realized I would and could never forget. My life in Peoples Temple is part of who I am today. Once I admitted to myself that I am forever changed - somehow, I could work with that and fully move on.

In the early 2000s, I started public speaking. I wrote and published my book JONESTOWN SURVIVOR: An Insider’s Look in 2010. I continue speaking about Peoples Temple and my experiences.

How would you like history to remember the people of Jonestown?
The people of Peoples Temple were wonderfully committed and optimistic people who wanted a better world and who were willing to make great sacrifices to bring it about. We were so determined, we failed to watch Jim enough, especially at the end. In Jonestown, his mental and physical health deteriorated, and he and his secretaries/mistresses/nurses were able to hide the disintegration.

In your opinion, what do you think is the historical significance of Jonestown and the People’s Temple?
There is an enormous historical significance of Jonestown and Peoples Temple. Here are just a FEW:

Leaders can never be given absolute loyalty.

Insanity can be very well hidden.

There is no time and place where critical thinking and observation can be turned off.

There are certain behaviors of cult-leaders that are recognizable:

Wanting to take members away from family and loved ones who are not a part of the group

Moving the group to a remote location

Creating a we/they belief system

Refusing any questioning or corrections of the leaders

Keeping members exhausted and poor

Never assigning anyone as a replacement

Really, it is a very long list.

Are there any misconceptions about the People’s Temple that you would like to correct?
There are many misconceptions. The primary one that I always want to address is the nature of the membership. We were bright, hardworking, and optimistic people. It was unimaginable to us that Jim Jones, who had gotten our family members out of jail, into the hospital, into shared housing where there was enough food, and kids into safer environments - and so much more. It was just not possible that the same person would become so mentally imbalanced that he would murder or assist in murdering 918 people.

Abounded - Jongdae x Reader AU Series - Chapter 1

Servant!Chen X Reader

Genre: Fluff and Angst

Warnings: Extremely brief mentioning of past abuse

Word Count: 6974

Synopsis: When you agreed to help a friend find a specific slave at the Embassy Slave Exchange, having her back out at the last minute, therefore practically forcing you to buy him yourself to protect him from other inhumane slave owners, was not part of the plan. Now he’s here as part of your makeshift family, and you’re determined to protect what innocence and humanity he has left by going against the law and treating him and your other servants like equals.

A/N: Hey guys! Kara here again! I’m super happy you guys seem to like this series, so here’s the next update for y’all just as promised!

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“You allow your lips to curl upwards slightly as he tries to hide both his own smile and the fact he’s cuddling into the warmth. ‘He definitely fits as a blonde so far,’ you observe to yourself.”

   It didn’t take longer than twenty minutes for Chanyeol to roll up to where you and Jongdae were standing in the pick-up lane. Chanyeol gets out of the driver’s seat to open the doors for you both, showing off his pristine outfit consisting of black dress pants, a white dress shirt, and a black bow-tie. You take a brief moment to wonder if he did that on purpose to match the white hybrid car with tinted windows, since it’s raining and he has other colored shirts that don’t become translucent when wet. It seems like something he’d do in this scenario. You hop into the passenger seat when the taller man opens the door, leaving Jongdae the whole back seat for himself.

   “There should be a red bag back there,” Chanyeol’s welcoming voice pierced through the silence, “It has warm clothes that you can wear until we get you your own.” Chanyeol completed his sentence with a smile into the rear-view mirror.

   Jongdae’s reply was clear, but his nerves were made obvious in his words, “Thank you sir, and mist- I mean Miss Y/n. I am deeply sorry for that mistake.” You make the terrible decision of speaking up before you can mentally plan and rehearse a reply.

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lemonade (m)

Originally posted by yixinginmotion

“and I wait for you to come on over, and give it to me”

lemonade - nicole dollanganger

(zhang yixing x reader)

(3.2k words)

WARNINGS: smut 18+, adultery, alcoholism, swearing

Perhaps the ones with weak noses might not detect the poison I require in my daytime concoction. My husband calls it my “medicine” trying to equate it to the fact I now needed these to go through my days.

As if he wasn’t the one to create my problems.
But for me, it was just my special lemonade.

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dreamcatchersdaughter  asked:

Winteriron soulmate wing fic AU where your soulmate has inverted wings to you and your first words to each-other are written on the inside of your wings? Like if Tony has primary gold and trim red, Bucky's would be primarily red with gold? (they don't have to be those colors that's just my example)

I’m not sure how this is going to turn out because, to be perfectly honest, I really struggle with soulmate AUs. It’s not an idea that resonates easily with me, but I kind of wanted to try as a personal challenge to myself. I’m also twisting some of this a bit in terms of what indicates a match. This is gonna have a lot of gratuitous talk about my thoughts on destiny and I am so sorry and you should just not read it.

Tony never did have the patience for philosophy. Well, not philosophy for philosophy’s sake anyway. As it applied to science? As it applied to morality? Important shit. People needed to think about the implications of what they did not only as it related to the present, but also as it related to those who would follow, those whose lives would be dictated by present-day choices. He liked that kind of thinking. It was where his brain functioned best.

But all the, all the fluff? Waste of time. He remembered the first time he told Steve he’d never put much stock in amorphous concepts like “soul” and “destiny” and the shock on Steve’s face.

“But, but you’ve…what about the patterning?”


“You stock it all up to strands of DNA?”

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RFA+Saeran Doing Their Lover's Makeup For The First Time

I’m so sorry it took me this long to write this. I explained my writing hiatus in a previous post, but I still don’t think it’s any excuse *sweatdrops* please forgive me, and enjoy!

*****I am on mobile so I had a LOT of technical difficulties, this was originally a request but Tumblr decided to fuck me and ahdbdbdndnd this took hours but here you guys go*****

- It was just another lazy day, with MC laying across Yoosung’s lap on the couch watching some kdrama

- Yoosung’s fingers would be tangled in MC’s hair as he played with their locks.

- Neither of them were paying attention to the TV. MC was staring at the ceiling and Yoosung was just calmly watching MC’s chest rise and fall as they breathed

- “Jagiya, is there anything you want to do? I’ve seen this entire show several times, I’m boooored” Yoosung would whine

- MC closed their eyes, thinking

- “Do you want to do my makeup?”

- Yoosung would be a bit taken aback. Hair, he had experience with, but makeup?

- “ A-are you sure? You’re not worried I’ll mess up your face or hurt you?”

- “Yoosung, you’re putting makeup on me, not performing surgery”

- MC ran to their shared bedroom and came back with a box full of makeup and a grin on their face

- This poor boy had no clue what he was doing

- “This is lipstick, r-right?”

- “….. Yoosung that’s mascara”

- Yoosung tried his best, gently caressing MC’s face the whole time, trying not to poke them or smear anything

- “S-stop giggling so much! You’re gonna make me get it on your nose!”

- When he was done, MC didn’t look too bad.

- (MC thought they looked like a raccoon on LSD but Yoosung didn’t need to know that)

- “I think I’d like to try this again, so I can get better!”

- Yoosung looked so proud and excited MC agreed

- MC eventually got her revenge though

- MC was sitting on their bed, scrolling through Tumblr on their laptop

- They had found a Zen fanpage, filled with gifs from interviews and movies

- MC came across an image of Zen getting his makeup done. Naturally, he looked flawless while doing so.

- Zen, who was sitting across the bed, received a pillow smacked directly to his face

- “MC what was that for?!” As he scrambled to get back on the bed after being knocked off

- “For being extremely rude, who gave you the right to look so good?” MC huffed

- Zen looked over at the image, laughing “I can’t help it, I was just born with good looks”

- Staring at the image, he suddenly had an idea

- “MC would you let me do your makeup?”

- Zen didn’t have much in the way Of makeup because he rarely used it, but he definitely knew how to apply it

- Like Yoosung, he would be extra careful, his skilled hands dancing across MC’s face

- Zen would go for a glamorous look, with champagne tones and ombre lips

- “MC you have such good skin, you barely need anything at all”

- He would praise and compliment MC the whole time

- As often as they were intimate, this was the first time he really noticed the soft curve of MC’s lips

- Or the shape of their eyes

- Once or twice MC would have to get Zen’s attention as he spaced out

- When he was done, both Zen and MC would be impressed by his work

- “You look nothing short of an idol, Jagiya” he grinned

- He reminded himself to get MC to do a photoshoot with him sometime

Jaehee (gayhee amirite)
- It was one of Jaehee’s rare days off, thanks to Jumin leaving the country on vacation

- She relaxed with MC in their kitchen early in the morning, making coffee for the both of them

- Neither of them had anything planned, they were just relaxing and enjoying each other’s company

- Jaehee handed MC their coffee, giggling at the smeared makeup around their eyes from the day before

- “If you keep leaving your makeup on like this you’ll get breakouts” as she wiped a stray streak of eyeliner away

- “I was too tired to wipe it off” MC grumbled

- MC watched Jaehee’s eyes move across their face as she tried to fix MC’s mess of a face

- “Jaehee, would you like to do my makeup?” MC hummed

- “M-me? You would trust me to do that?”

- Jaehee never had anyone to practice makeup on before. Sure, she does her own, but she just never had that kind of bonding experience with another person

- MC nodded, and Jaehee smiled excitedly as she dragged MC to their bedroom

- Jaehee wasn’t a makeup expert, but we still knew what she was doing

- She went for a more natural look, wanting to accentuate MC’s features rather than weighing them down with dark colors

- Jaehee admired MC’s eyes as she applied slightly shimmery shadow with not-too-dark eyeliner

- She also got distracted while applying nude lipstick

- MC took the opportunity to kiss Jaehee on the lips, transferring the lipstick onto her mouth as well

- “M-MC!” Jaehee exclaimed, surprised

- Jaehee would blush furiously as MC smirked triumphantly

- The rest of the makeover would compose of MC continuously teasing Jaehee

- Nevertheless Jaehee loved the entire experience, and always asked MC to let her do their makeup from then on

- Jumin never really cared for women who wore a lot of makeup

- Scantily-clad women with caked on faces were his father’s type

- Of course, he didn’t mind MC wearing makeup. He always bought the best brands, making sure nothing would irritate her skin or give her any bad reactions

- One day in their livingroom, the topic came up

- “I sincerely do not understand why women feel the need to paint their faces in order to look presentable. In fact, it typically contradicts the whole purpose.”

- “Well, sometimes women just want to look nice. True, some girls overdo it but there’s nothing wrong with wanting to spruce up once in a while.” MC shrugged, petting Elizabeth

- Jumin genuinely didn’t see the appeal, if a woman wanted to apear attractive shouldn’t her actions speak louder than her looks?

- “I think that’s more objective.”

- MC understood where he was coming from, but they still tried to think of how to change his mind about makeup

- MC shot up, running to their room leaving a slightly startled Jumin behind

- As MC brought back their makeup case, Jumin held a perplexed expression

- MC placed the box in Jumin’s hands. “I want you to do my makeup.”

- “Why? I see no need for you to wear it.”

- “That’s nice of you and all, but I want to show you how makeup can be a positive thing.”

- Jumin wanted to refuse, but he couldn’t resist MC’s puppy-eyed look

- He didn’t know what he was doing, but he had seen some of his father’s dates apply makeup before so he tried to copy what they were doing

- He picked out the tones that he thought complimented MC’s eyes best, and carefully applied it

- Jumin was a bit hesitant to apply eyeliner in fear of poking MC, but MC guided him through it just fine

- “I rather like this tone, it suits your eye color well.” he admitted

- He looked down at MC when he was done, their glistening eyes and plump lips catching his eyes

- “I think I am beginning to understand the appeal” he muttered, admiring the shimmering color of MC’s lips, the slight rosy tint on their cheeks

- Although that could have just been MC blushing

*hehe oops this is where I accidentally posted without finishing it but I edited it so it is now finished. I am a bad author lol*

- MC was casually watching their favorite anime on their laptop while Seven slaved away at his desk

- Well, actually Seven had quit working about an hour ago after being distracted by some YouTube videos of cats, but MC didn’t have to know that

-MC was too invested in anime to scold him anyways

- Seven distractedly clicked video after video, and he eventually ended up watching some Harley Quinn makeup tutorial

- He didn’t particularly care about makeup, but he was so bored he’d watch anything

- After the tutorial was over, he suddenly had an idea

- Seven stood up, walking over to the stretched-out MC and proceeded to lay across their body, blocking MC’s view of the laptop

- “MC I need attention.”

- “Saeyoung if this is about getting a pet tiger I already told you-”

- “Not this time.” He sat up, leaning in towards MC. “ I want to do your makeup.”

- MC was surprised. “Where did that request come from?”

- “Boredom and about half of a case of Phd.Pepper”

- MC cautiously handed Seven their box of makeup, a bit worried of what was about to ensue

- Seven immediately took out MC’s eyeshadows, deciding to follow the tutorial he had watched earlier

- The whole time, he insisted on MC keeping their eyes closed, much to MC’s worry

- “You’re making me look like a tiger aren’t you, I knew this was your form of payback-”

- “Just relax, Jagi, I’ll be done in a bit”

- Seven had skilled, steady hands as he delicately worked on MC’s face as if he were making a piece of artwork

- After he had finished skillfully smudging one side of MC’s lipstick, he handed them a mirror

- “Wow. Have you ever considered cosplay?” MC was impressed while Seven grinned like a idiot

- “I told you you can trust me Jagi.”

- MC’s smile halted as they looked at Seven suspiciously. “…. Saeyoung you haven’t done any work, have you?”

- Saeran had done his fair share of makeup

- He had always managed to skillfully smudge eyeliner around his eyes while still appearing masculine. He was fine if he had to go without it, but he still preferred just a little bit

- One day he was rummaging around in MC’s makeup, looking at the wide array of colors and hues that they had collected

- He didn’t even know what half of those brushes were for

- MC walked in on Saeran looking at the back of one of their pallets. “Whatcha doing?”

- Saeran jumped a bit, startled. He sighed upon realizing it was MC.

- “Just looking. Why do you have so many colors when you don’t use half of them?”

- MC shrugged. “I have them just to have them, I guess. I’ve never had the occasion to use most of them.”

- Saeran nodded, going back to looking at the pallet.

- MC leaned in. “Do you… want to do my makeup?” They asked.

- Saeran looked a little surprised, but was happy to do so nonetheless. “Of course.”

- Once he actually had the makeup in his hand, he became a nervous wreck.

- He was constantly apologising at every small bit of eyeshadow dust or pigment that fell onto her cheeks

- The poor guy was so worried about messing up that he became shakier than he originally was, making a bigger mess

- He flinched when MC blinked, getting eyeliner on their cheek and becoming extremely flustered

- “MC I-I’m so sorry let me fix it-”

- MC put their hand on his shaking one, smiling tenderly. “It’s just makeup, Saeran. It’ll wipe off.”

- MC let Saeran use a makeup wipe to clean their face. He softly wiped their cheek, taking extra care as if MC would break otherwise.

- MC looks in his eyes. “Just pretend you’re putting makeup on yourself. If you mess up, its not the end of the world.”

- After that, Saeran was less shaky and became more confident in what he was doing. He perfectly outlined MC’s eyes, smudging dark eyeshadow while giving them blood red ombre lips

- MC and Saeran both were heavily impressed. After that, MC started lett left Saeran put makeup on them more often, both of them thoroughly enjoying the experience.

(I realize that V sadly wasn’t included in this one, but seeing how V is basically blind I felt it would be too short and unfair compared to the other headcanons. If you guys liked these, I’ll consider giving it another shot with V!)

Sleep - pt 4

Originally posted by jminies

“Which one do you like?” Jimin asked, as you both stood in front of a tiny wall of dream catchers.

Each on was adorned with feathers, some white and others colored. There were so many on this tiny wall that it was impossible to choose.

“How did you choose yours?” You asked Jimin.

He smiled, “I didn’t. Someone gave it to me, remember?”

You recalled that he told you this already, embarrassment flushing onto your cheeks. Your memory had gotten worse over time and apparently the forgetfulness was caused by stress.

Jimin suddenly held your hand and pulled you backwards a bit so that he could step grab a dream catcher.

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Caught Hook Handed

Lines are tested at Thanksgiving dinner! Lots of fluff and of course lots of smut;)

Rated M You can read more of my work here: http://archiveofourown.org/users/rubyrose82/works

“I still don’t really get what this holiday is all about. Every year I try to understand, but it just seems like everyone is getting together just to eat turkey and pumpkin pie. Besides there are much more important things pie,” Killian teased, playfully biting the soft skin between her neck and shoulder.

“Killian, I already told you. We don’t have time. We are already going to be late,” Emma giggled, a shiver running down her spine from his ministrations. Damn, that man was gonna test her self control today.

“Let them wait, darling,” Hook practically purred in her ear.

“I know they know why we are late every time. Our family doesn’t need anymore reasons to pick on us,” She moaned, as his hand traveled further down, playing with the seam of her navy blue dress. She could feel his hardening erection against the crease of her ass. Pull it together, Emma she thought!

It was crazy that they had been married for almost five years and he could still pull this kind of excitement from her. God, she had it bad. Emma quickly turned around and placed a brief chaste kiss to his lips, then spun around making her way to the kitchen to take the pie out of the oven.

“Easy tiger, you think you can wait a few more hours?” She laughed, staring at the bulge in his pants.

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Seeking Oenomel

The day has finally come–I am posting my mafia au fic starting today! It features EXO, BTS, SEVENTEEN, and SHINee, plus a few BLACKPINK members, and probably some NCT folks (this is really a smorgasbord, y’all). I have no clue how long this will be, but we’re going to roll with it for a while. Please please PLEASE let me know what you guys think of this work, and I can’t wait to go on this journey with you all!


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This was never the plan. But then again, you suppose it’s never anybody’s plan to end up this way. Some lucid part of yourself in the recesses of your mind could almost make you laugh at how ridiculously ironic the whole affair is, but you can’t pull in enough air around the tightness in your chest. The sounds of ricocheting shots echo in the back of your mind, but all you can focus on is the stream of red dribbling from the lips of the boy laying on his stomach across from you. His mouth moves briefly but it takes a second to comprehend his words.

“Y-Y/N,” Hoseok begs weakly between shuddering breaths. Your hand creeps through the dark puddle between you, searching for an anchor in him; you’ve lost track of whose blood is leaking onto the concrete. “D-Do you h-hear me? Y/N, w-we’re gonna…gonna be…okay…”

Yoongi’s heavy footsteps register dully in your ears, and you are vaguely aware of him dropping to his knees beside you.

“Shit. Jin, Chan, we need to get out of here!”

You don’t feel your head being tilted onto his lap, but you attempt gurgled protest when you are no longer able to see Hoseok.

“Shut up,” Yoongi warns. “Just stay awake and stay quiet. Fuck, she’s not gonna make it. Jimin, grab him. We’re leaving. Now.”

The world tips upside-down, and you feel wetness pool in the back of your mouth. With every bound he takes, your body feels heavier and heavier to you. You can’t feel your arm anymore, numbness consuming you one limb at a time and easing the throb in all the places where your life pulses out of your wounds. Images of Junhui flash lazily through your mind. You watch a blur of colors slip by, and Yoongi’s voice sounds an infinity away as your vision tunnels.

“Damn it, Y/N, look at me.” There is a potent fear breaking through his adrenaline rush. “Come on, stay awake. Hang on, we’re almost there. Stay with me. Stay for him, okay?”

The pain almost vanished, you sigh softly, eyes fluttering shut.


You hear two more gunshots before the world shatters and gives way to a suffocating veil of silence.

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AU: in which BangDae got paired up for the pepero game

Daehyun laughs when he picks Yongguk’s name. He leans forward and looks over to catch Yongguk’s reaction, or lack thereof. The leader is looking straight ahead, a controlled smile on his face as he nods to the camera. Youngjae sitting in the center is already groaning in secondhand embarrassment.

“This will be the worst thing we’ve ever done,” he says.

“This will be the best thing,” Himchan insists.

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Part 2 of Visit to the MPD, and to the Past

He took out his black leather seat which matched his black suit attire and plumped down into the chair. It was as tall as Jacks ears were standing up. His smile was bright and cheerful, regardless of the heated stare still coming off of Nick.

“Thank you for the tour, Jack!” Judy thanked with a kind smile in return. “This is an amazing precinct for only being a few years old.”

“Yeah, it’s a pretty cool place” Nick agreed in the dullest tone he could speak.

That cheeky grin on Jacks face made Nicks normally fluffy tail flare.

Not noticing Nicks flare up, Jack leaned down into his desk, pulling out a drawer and pulling out a half empty bottle of scotch. He held three scotch glasses in his paw, one for each of them.

The striped buck poured himself half a glassful before offering some to the married couple.

Judy politely declined. Besides wine, she hadn’t taken a sip of any hard liquor since the night her sister betrayed her and her trust. It wasn’t good for a baby anyways. She instead asked for water, being thirsty and still sweaty from all the walking they just did.

Jack handed her a bottled water kindly.

Nick also declined. He didn’t mind having a drink of scotch every now and then, but he wasn’t about to take a glass from a mammal who had been flirting with his wife during the whole time Jack was giving them the tour.

Jack slightly shrugged and took a long hard swig on scotch, feeling the burn of alcohol drizzling down his throat. He set the almost empty glass down on his hard oak desk.

As he was about to speak, he was interrupted by two loud knocks on his glass window door. All three looked towards the knock and saw only a pair of white furred feet. By the obvious shape of the foot and the tips of claws, it was obvious it was a type of predator.

The mammal then rushed in with a couple manila folders in her paws.

“Jack! We just got another call about a possible kidnapp-.”

By the tone of voice, it was obvious she was female. She was an arctic fox, with blue eyes that matched the bluest ocean. Her whole coat was glistening white, almost sending shimmers of sunlight from within.

She was in an urgent state of mind as she handed the files in her paws to Jack, but not before noticing Nick and Judy also sitting across from the buck.

“Oh… I- I didn’t know you had guests with you. I can come back-”

“No, no you’re fine Skye. Please come in,” Jack smiled to the white vixen, waving her to stand next to him.

“Nick, Judy, this is Lieutenant Skye Winter. One of the best officers I’ve had the privilege of working with” Jack introduced the white furred vixen in a wide grin. “And Skye, this is Nicholas Wilde and Judy Wilde, or Judy Hopps of the ZPD.”

She wore a gray dress coat, matching the gray pants that were almost skin tight. She had a slight muscular build while still maintaining a tight female physique. The bright smile on her muzzle that she showed Nick and Judy was kind and gentle.

“I’ve heard so much about you two,” she said as she reached out a paw. “It’s a real honor to finally get to meet you” she grinned from ear to ear.

To Nick, Skye reminded him a lot of Judy; Strong in character, polite, and an equally elegant smile. Her eyes were also an equal resemblance of Judy’s violet jewels, besides the difference in color. They glistened in the sunlight, almost able to put you into a trance. But Judy was much more beautiful than any vixen the world would be able to throw at him.

“It’s nice to meet you too,” Nick politely smiled back. His mood was slightly changed, as he had no grudge against Skye.

“We must be more popular than we thought,” Judy guessed, shaking the vixens paw as well with a returned grin.

“Why yes,” Jack nodded. “A lot of mammals are here because of you two. You’re practically heroes around here to many of the officers here. They consider you two as roll models.”

Nick and Judy both looked at each other with similar surprised eyes.

“Is that why there is so many fox and bunny partners here?” Judy asked.

“And hardly any bigger animals here?” Nick chimed in, slightly curious now.

The striped bunny nodded slowly. “Alone, a fox and a bunny can be great officers. With the bunnies quickness and amazing hearing to react to almost any situation and the foxes stealthiness and great sense of smell and night vision, they are very primitive officers. But put these two together, and you create an almost unbeatable team of mammals on the police force.”

“We still have officers for the larger criminal mammals, but since most of the population of Metropolis consists of smaller mammals and a third of it being rhinos and larger mammals, there’s only been a need for smaller officers.”

He was preaching like he knew exactly what he was saying. Which he knew very well.

“Well, Nick and I found that out ourselves,” Judy stated, taking hold of one of Nicks paw. They were the prefect match for each other as police partners and life partners.

Skye watched the married couple holding paws and felt her cheeks turning red. She hadn’t seen such affection, or even felt the loving touch from someone for a very long time. She had to turn away for a moment to clear her blood filled cheeks.

Jack noticed Skye’s sudden change in emotion. An ear popped up towards the vixens direction from the sound of silent whispers. Her ears were limp against her head, not making any eye contact. He knew what she was thinking right at that moment from the blushing in her cheeks.

So to break her trance, he broke her silence, “Being the first bunny and fox officers in all of the ZPD must be a very successful accomplishment for you two?” They nodded in response. “But there are… Complications with being partners, correct?”

Nicks attention was turned away from his loving smile to Judy, changing it to a complete one eighty. He shot a death glare to Jack.

“Meaning?” He asked darkly.

Skye’s attention was turned back to Nicks stern and lashing tone. Her eyes locked onto his emerald eyes that were glaring at Jack.

Realizing what he just said came off the wrong way, Jack lifted his paws towards Nick. “I didn’t mean ‘complications’, but challenges,” he corrected himself, attempting to keep his cool. He was getting the impression that Nick had become more agitated due to seeing the red foxes tail twitch in anger.

Nicks ears slapped down to the back of his head, showing a single on of his canines. “We manage just fine,” he sneered at Jack. He held Judy’s paw tightly.

“I didn’t mean any harm to what I said Mr. Wilde. I was just assuming…”

“It’s Nick, and stop assuming anything!” He spat in anger. His tail bristled in anger and the fur on the back of his neck stood up. “Judy and I know the struggles and we definitely don’t need some jocked up little striped zebra looking bunny telling me and my wife about things that we already know.”

He leaned forward in his chair, both of his canines now exposed. His nose was scrunched in a sneer, ears pointed back behind his head. The anger that had been boiling inside of his gut finally bursted out. He had just had about enough of Jack. Flirting with his wife and then acting like he knew what it was like to have a partner that was a fox made it even worse. This chief bunny didn’t have a clue about it.

Skye, in retaliation, was in a defensive stance over Jack, mirroring Nicks own sneer and canines.

Judy had never seen Nick act like this before, especially in front on someone that they had just met. What also surprised her was how confrontational both Nick and Skye were against each other. But Skye was standing as if she was defending something precious, kind of like how Nick would do for her…

She reached over to Nicks knee and squeezed after the brief hostility and a heaviness fell over the room that felt like it had lasted an eternity.

He blinked twice before falling out of his hostile trance towards Jack. He looked over at his bunny wife, a small sneer still on his muzzle.

“What’s your deal?” Whispered Judy, her brow tightened in confusion and embarrassment.

His breathing was heavy with heat as his nostrils flared. But seeing the look in his wife’s eyes, a look of disappointment, caused him to realize that he had let his emotions sore out of control.

“I’m sorry Carrots” he mumbled, sitting back in seat.

“I’m not the ones you need to be apologizing to,” she retorted. She was slightly upset with Nick and how he acted. She nodded towards both Jack and Skye.

There was no point in him even trying to reason with her. Not with the glare she was giving him, demanding him to do so.

He looked to the striped bunny and Arctic fox. “I’m sorry,” he grumbled in annoyance.

During the whole stare down between the two toughest foxes that Jack had ever laid eyes on, he didn’t blink once. Not even moving from his position of looking Nick dead in the eyes.

But once the red fox had apologized, he chuckled before replying, “No harm, no foul.”

Skye released her defensive position and calmed the nerves that had shocked her whole body, causing her white fur to bristle. But she kept a watchful eye of Nick regardless of whether he had backed down or not.

After a few minutes of more awkward silence, with Nick silently sitting in his chair, Skye still staring down at Nick, and Jack leaning back in his leather chair, Judy broke in.

“Is there any bathrooms close by?” She had drank the whole bottle of water before the confrontation had even occurred. And her nerves had kicked in when she thought Nick and Skye were going to fight against one another, making her bladder fill with all the fluid she had consumed.

Skye’s attention turned to Judy, more than happy to be willing to leave the room. “Yeah there’s one just down the hall. I can take you to it,” she replied with a smile.

“Thank you!”

The two females began their way out to the hallway until another pair of footsteps began following them.

“I’m coming along with you fluff.” Nick had gotten out of his chair, not wanting to let his pregnant wife out of his sight.

“No Nick, you need to stay here” Judy denied him, placing a paw on the foxes chest.

He felt defeated. “You can’t leave me here with…” He paused nodding back to Jack. “Him.”

“Nick? Please? Do this for me?” Her violet eyes grew in plea, like a puppy would do to beg for food.

He sighed heavily. “Fine.”

“Thank you slick. We’ll be back shortly.”

“We’ll be back soon,” Skye stated ready to close the door before saying, “be good you two.” She said, implying to what she said mostly to Nick by saying ‘be good’.

“I’m glad to have gotten out of there when we did. The room was feeling a little…'heated’” Judy exclaimed, stretching her sore legs and back.

“Same here,” Skye concurred. “I just don’t like how your husband was acting towards Jack. It was like he had some type of grudge against him, and they’ve only just met.”

Judy’s ears drooped to her shoulders, still quite embarrassed about her husbands behavior.

“I do apologize for that Ms. Winter. But it’s just his way of protecting me when he thinks a male is getting too close to me. The only thing Jack did was kiss my paw.”

“He kissed your paw? That’s it?” Skye couldn’t help but chuckle to how ridiculous Nick now looked. “He does that to all females, being the gentalmammal that he is. He did it to me the first time we worked together.” She spoke proudly of that fact. He cheeks blushed as a gleeful smile grew on her cheek. She could still remember the day; the warmth of his paws has he held hers, the softness of the kiss on her soft paws, and the little twinkle in his eyes when he looked up to her.

“He’s also being protective due to the fact that I’m pregnant,” she smiled brightly as they walked by the stair case she had just gotten off of not too long ago.

Skye’s day dreaming was cut off by the phrase, 'I’m pregnant’.

“You’re pregnant?” Asked Skye, Judy nodding in response.

“Congratulations!” She happily exclaimed with a cheerful smile. “Did you get a donor?”

Skye anticipated a nod, but Judy only smiled and shook her head.

“Nope. All natural. No middle mammal, and no donor. Our baby will be the first fox and bunny hybrid in the world.”

“That’s impossible. You and Nick are the completely opposite species.” She was both awestruck and perplexed. She couldn’t get her head around the idea of an actual successful pregnancy between a bunny and a fox.

“Trust me, I was thinking the same thing when I first found out myself. And even now, I’m still trying to distinguish whether this is all real or a dream. But I’m glad it’s not. The doctor even told me that due to how evolved us mammals are, anything could be possible, including a successful hybrid between a fox and a bunny.”

She chuckled to the white foxes concentrating facial features. The pregnant bunny then looked down to her growing belly and rubbed it, smiling with the softness of a mothers touch. A mother, a label she was already used to saying for herself.

Skye was deep in her thoughts asking herself the same question over and over in her mind.

Is it really possible? How is it possible?

So many questions were rambling in her head all at once, it was making her head spin.

She began fidgeting with the tips of her claws, a calming mechanism she used when she saw Nick and Judy holding paws.

“Can…? Can you tell me more?” Skye asked nervously.

“I’d be glad to,” Judy simply replied.

Back in Jack’s office, the room was less than vibrant. There was still hostility radiating off of Nick towards Jack.

Even after minutes had passed after Skye and Judy had left, Nick was still standing by the door, facing away from Jack.

“You know Nick,” Jack began, getting uncomfortable with the silence and putting the scotch bottle and glasses back into the drawers of his desk. “I think I finally know why you don’t like me.”

Nick scoffed in reply. “Oh yeah? Do you now?”

“You’re afraid, that someone of the same species will take your wife away from you.” Jack knew he had asked the right question. Nicks tail was so simplistic that he knew when he was right on the money or not. Being the chief of an entire precinct with many other foxes, it was easy to tell.

Nicks ears and tail twitched to Jacks voice. Although the buck was right for the most part, besides that Judy would never leave him for someone else. He was more on the lines of protecting what’s his, protecting his mate and their growing child inside of her. But he wasn’t just about to admit that. Jack still flirted with his wife and he wasn’t going to let that go so easily.

“What? You mean jealous? Of you? Ha!” he cackled loudly, mocking the male bunny. “Why would I be jealous of a dumb striped bunny like you?”

Jack ignored Nicks insult and continued. Throughout his whole life, he was used to name callings from other mammals. He’s heard every derogative that you could think of. But it didn’t bother him.

Jack ignored Nicks insult and continued.“Look, I meant no harm in anything I said or did. I know that ever since I kissed your wife’s paw, you’ve been eyeing me the whole time.” He saw a look in Nicks eyes that said 'be careful what you say next’.

Watch what you say next you damn bunny, otherwise, they might just be your last. Nick could feel his claws piercing out of his paws, anticipating his next possible move.

“I just want you to know that it was all out of respect and nothing more. I introduce myself like that to all females. But regardless of that fact, I already have someone I’m very close to.”

Again, Nick scoffed to what Jack just told him. He didn’t care what he said, Nick still didn’t like him. “And I’m supposed to believe what you say? Plus, what other bunny in there right mind would want to be with a jackass of a bunny who also happens to be a worthless police chief?”

Jacks ears shot up quickly, a facial expression he only used on his own officers appeared. He was scowling towards the red fox, almost as angrily as Nick had his when he was scowling. He had been called many things, but never has he been told straight to his face that he was a 'worthless police chief’. And that hit a nerve, which rarely could ever be triggered by anyone.

He didn’t respond. The one thing he did was open up the same drawer where the scotch bottle and glasses were, pulling out a picture frame. He placed the frame facing away from Nick.

The flustered fox looked at the picture frame, then to Jack who was still slightly sneering, and then back to the wooden frame. He rolled his eyes and hissed, “A picture isn’t going to change my mind about you, Savage,”

Before Nick uttered another word, Jack flipped the picture around so the front was facing the stubborn fox. After that, Jack sat patiently for Nick to take one glance at the picture in front of him.

But Nick didn’t bat an eye, although his curiosity was on edge. But as it became too much to bear, his curiosity got the better of him.

He half expected a bunny that was almost ugly, since Nick figured the buck had low standards. But what he saw on the picture got him off guard. His jaw could have hit the floor from him being so awestruck.

The picture was of Jack, and Skye, kissing. The photo was taken off of the Muzzlechat app, a black and white filter for the background. They were filled with passion, as Nick could tell, because it reminded him so much of Judy and himself when they kissed.

“W-wait… So you and Skye are…?”

He was cut off by Jack before he could finish. “That’s right. We’re together.” His sneer was replaced with a friendly smile, the hostility within him replaced.

Nick took another look at the photo to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. As he thought, he wasn’t.

Another fox and bunny… Together. We’re not the only ones…

Nicks ears fell to his head, ashamed for the cruel things he had said. Inside, he was beyond happy to have found out that Judy and himself weren’t the only fox and bunny couple in the world.

“I am so sorry for all the things I’ve said to you Jack…” His words were sincere and very apologetic. He had to say an apology before saying anything else.

“Like I said before Nick, no harm, no foul. You wouldn’t be the first mammal to say what you had on your mind,” he chuckled.

“But here’s my question,” Nick began wanting more information. “How are you two able to keep it a secret with so many mammals in a precinct?”

Jacks muzzle turned complex to Nicks question. “It is hard to maintain our relationship, Skye and I, but we make do with every second we have with each other and get through any struggles we both face in life. As I’m sure you know what I mean,” the last part was meant for Nick to answer.

“Oh yeah, we had our fair share of struggles back in Zootopia,” Nick confirmed. “But it’s all worth it now knowing that we are having a child together.”

Jacks eyes went wide, not sure if he had heard Nick right. “Your wife’s pregnant?”

“Yup! I know, shocker. I was surprised myself.”

“That can’t be possible, you’re two completely different species.”

“Trust me stripes, I’ve been in that position too. All I can say is that it’s a miracle, and I’m proud to soon call myself a parent of the first ever hybrid between a dumb fox and a sly bunny.”

Jack put himself in a trance, thinking about that one slim percentage that it was possible to create life between different species.

Nick just watched Jack while he ran through his thoughts, an exact mirror image of himself when he was told the news.

Then he remembered that Judy and Skye were still gone.

“Those two sure have been gone a while,” Nick said, breaking the middle aged buck out of his trance.

“Probably got lost looking for the bathroom” Jack jested.

Nick laughed along with Jack. He was starting to like him more and more while they joked about Skye and Judy while they had the chance.

The more they talked about the girls, the more Nick recalled that manila folder that Skye was carrying before handing it off to Jack.

“Speaking of the girls, what was that folder Skye gave you? She looked pretty serious when she came in.”

Jack too, remembering the folder still lying on his desk, picked it up and straightened any loose paper that was within it.

“It’s an ongoing investigation that Skye and I have been taking on. There has been a few kidnapping reports the past couple months that have dealt with mammals who were to be known interspecies. There bodies would then be found weeks if not months later, having been tortured to death. And that’s the only lead we have thus far.”

Jack sounded defeated and frustrated at the same time. Every time they thought they were getting closer to a breakthrough, they found to be walking three steps back.

“Is that why a lot of mammals are so nervous about talking about interspecies here?” Nick asked.

Jack slowly nodded and continued. “It’s because they’re afraid that they’ll be the next victims. This crime spree is pretty known. There are those out there in Metropolis that are brave enough to stand for what they believe in. But there could be hundreds, if not thousands of mammals out here that could be inters and we wouldn’t even know it because of that one single fear. That’s also the reason Skye and I are pretty secretive about our relationship.”

Nick listened with intent. As Jack stated his own fears of coming out as an inter, it reminded him a lot of the ocelot from the groomers that had told him the same thing.

“Look Jack, I told this to an ocelot yesterday from the groomers Judy and I went to. He had the same fear as you, and I told him to not be afraid of who you are, regardless of what others think.”

“Wait,” Jack snapped, hearing 'ocelot’ and 'groomers’. “What did you say?”

“What? That you should be who you are?” Nick asked, confused to where Jack was going.

“No, before that. You said something about a groomers and an ocelot. Were you recently at one?”

“Oh yeah! Well, before our dinner date last night, we went to a grooming shop called uh… Haley’s Fur and Coat Needs. Nice place. But anyways, my groomer was a male ocelot and he was telling me about how he was scared to come out as an inter.”

Upon hearing what he had just heard, Jack whipped out a pen and any sort of paper he could find and began jotting notes down as fast as he could remember.

“Do you remember what he looked like?” Jack asked Nick, like a detective would while interrogating a suspect.

Nick was feeling like the questions were leading to more than just your random questions. They were feeling more like interrogation method questions, something Nick was normally used to asking other mammals when he was questioning them.

“I don’t remember much, but I believe that he had a white coat with black spots. And I think his name was Will, or William. But what’s he have to do with the case?”

Jack looked up, a seriousness in his eyes as he looked upon Nick with his navy blue eyes. “Because William has been the next victim of the kidnapping spree.”

Seconds after, coincidentally, Judy and Skye returned. And Judy was the first to see what looked like an investigation scene.

“Nick?” She asked, afraid that he had done something to Jack while they were gone.

Nick looked upon his wife, feeling a little defeated. “Don’t worry Carrots, I made up to Jack about the things I said. All he’s doing is asking some questions about a case Skye and him are working on.”


An hour quickly passed with more questions and answers. Time went relatively quick for what seemed like hours to Judy and Nick. There wasn’t much information left that Jack didn’t already have. He just wanted to be sure he had all the right information.

“I do apologize for taking so much of your time, Nick and Judy,” Jack apologized sincerely. He had no intention of keeping the married couple from their time to spend in Metropolis but he needed to make sure that he got as much about the kidnapped ocelot as he could get before they left.

“It’s no problem” Judy replied with a shake of her paw to the buck. “We would do the same if we were in your shoes.”

“This case has been a stressful one at best,” Skye chimed in, Jack confirming with a nod.

“Will you two still be around for a few more days? In case we have any more questions?” Savage asked, opening his office door for Nick and Judy.

This time Nick answered. “Yup. We’re staying at the Aepyceros Hotel just a few blocks away from here. We have about another week before we leave back to Zootopia.”

The two entered the long hallway and were ready to leave, but not before Nick turned back around to face Jack. “You know, you two could use some time off from this case for a bit. Why don’t we all hang out tomorrow or sometime this week?”

Skye’s ears perked up to Nicks offer. She looked to Jack, who was already looking up into her direction. “I think we deserve some time off, don’t you think Jack?” The arctic fox was pleading with her sky blue eyes for Jack to say anything but no.

“I don’t know, what if something comes up while we’re out?”

As Skye was about to answer, Judy broke in. “Then we’ll help as well” she stated, implying about Nick and herself.

“In any way we can,” the red fox added.

The thought of having an entire day off excited Jack a lot, since he hadn’t had a day off in months, or years in fact. The more he thought about his decision, the more he could feel all the eyes on him, waiting.

“I guess one day won’t hurt.”

Skye smiled wide, as did Nick and Judy.

“Alright stripes, we’ll see you tomorrow.”

Nick and Jack exchanged friendly handshakes while Skye and Judy hugged.

They said their goodbyes and departed, heading back down the hallway. This time, they would take the elevator that Jack graciously pointed out to them, mainly for Judy because of her being pregnant.

“It seems you’ve made a new friend slick,” the pregnant bunny commented with a sly smile.

“Yeah,” Nick shrugged. “He’s not such a bad bunny after all. Especially since now that I know he’s an inter just like us.”

“I know! I was surprised too when Skye told me they were together.”

The elevator door opened after a few seconds of waiting, Judy entering first with Nick following right behind her, their paws locked.

“Did you mention that you’re pregnant to Skye?” Nick asked, pushing the button to the bottom floor.

“Yes I did,” she looked up to her foxes emerald eyes. “You should’ve seen her face when I told her.”

She chuckled again the memory of her new friends reaction.

“Jack was the same way. He almost didn’t believe me when I told him.”

“Me too, my sly fox.” She stood on her tip toes and kissed Nick on his furry cheek.

“At least we found out we aren’t the only fox and bunny couple in the world,” he added, returning his own kiss.

“That’s a great thing,” she agreed, nuzzling close into Nicks sweet loving scent.

In Jacks office, Skye stood next to her bunny, who was deep in thought in his leather chair.

The same question rambled on in his mind: “Is it possible?” And “should we come out?”

“Is everything alright Jack?” She noticed the movement on the tips of his ears. It was a sign that something was bugging him, a trait she had picked up since they had been together.

“Yeah,” he mumbled.

“I’m just going through what Nick told me earlier.” He was referring to both Judy’s pregnancy and the little speech he gave about just being yourself.

Skye tilted her head, curious to what Nick told her buck. “What did he say?”

But Jack didn’t answer her question. Instead, he grabbed Skye by both of her paws and brought her down to his level so he could look deep into her diamond eyes.

“What do you think about the idea of revealing our relationship?”


After a grueling ten blocks of more walking and heavy crowds back to the Aepyceros, the fox and bunny duo finally arrived back in their AC cooled room. The two were hot and sticky from the mugginess of the streets and from all of the exhaust fumes from cars.

During the walk, they had witnessed a car accident. A car had T-Boned another vehicle at an intersection, with police and ambulances on the scene.

Judy and Nicks first reaction was to help out on the scene. But with as many officers that were already on scene, they figured they would have just gotten in the way.

“Hey Carrots?” Nick addressed while filling a glass of water for Judy and himself. He had to keep her hydrated as much as possible during these hot and humid days.

“Yeah?” She downed the glass of water in just a few gulps.

He sat down in the chair next to her, wrapping his paw around hers.

“I think it’s high time we tell your parents about the baby. And all the rest of our friends.” He had wanted to tell everyone, Finnick, Clawhauser, Chief Bogo, and anyone else he knew in Zootopia that he was going to be a father.

Judy sweetly looked into the eyes of her fox, her smile matching. “I think that’s a wonderful idea my sweet fox.”

“Plus, we’ll get to see my dad cry his eyes out.”

It was always a funny joy seeing the male bunny blubber himself into tears.

She reached into her shorts pocket and retrieved her phone. “But I have to tell you that my mom already knows about the baby, and I didn’t even tell her about it. She figured it out all on her own.”

He was sad to hear his mother in law had heard the news before him, but was glad none the less.

Judy clicked the MuzzleTime app with the contact 'Mom and Dad’ at the very top. They were her most frequently called. At least once a week they would talk just to see how things were going. How life was, any sort of interesting new things each one of them had, or just plain old gossip.

The phone rang for just a few seconds before the face of a young bunny appeared on the other side of the screen. It was Jerrod, one of Judy’s little brothers who had came with her parents to see her and Nick off at the train station.

“Judy!” The young bunny yelled out happily. He was inside the kitchen of the Hopps’ fairly large house. I’ve missed you so much big sis! How are you and Nick?“

The phone was literally bouncing in his paws, following his own hopping movement.

“It’s good to see you too kiddo” Judy replied, Nick waving in the background. “And we’re doing good. Is mom and dad around?”

“Yeah! They’re outside picking carrots and cucumbers. The crops this year have been really good!”

“That’s good to hear buddy!” Judy loved to hear how well the farm was doing even though she wasn’t there to help. Not that she doubted the success of her childhood farm.

“Are mom and dad around? We’d like to talk to them about something,” Nick implied with a smile.

“Yeah! One sec!” Jerrod replied, quickly heading out from the kitchen.

While they waited, Nick and Judy looked at each other with excitement in their eyes. The time was almost upon them to tell the big news, and they were anxious to tell the farming bunnies.

In the background, the sound of an old wooden screen door slamming shut rang though the speakers of the phone. The only thing that Nick and Judy could see was the fast pacing of Jerrod moving through green grass fields and the side of his legs.

It didn’t take long until more rustling of the phone as it was passed of through another pair of paws. Gray and white in color.

The loving face of Bonnie then appeared on the screen.

“Hi honey! It’s good to see you again!” Bonnie’s smile was as bright as ever, seeing her daughter and son in law again.

“You too Bonnie” Nick concurred, happy to see his mother in law.

“Is dad around?” Asked Judy.

“He’s in the other field at the moment. Is there something you need him for?”

“Well, Nick and I have something to announce. And I think you already know what that is,” Judy winked.

It only took the Hopps mother to figure out what her daughter was talking about. “One second sweetheart, let me grab him.” She looked away from the phone before yelling out somewhere off screen. “Stu! Come here! Your daughter is on the phone!”

Within a few minutes, the sound of fast approaching footsteps came rushing out. Stu then appeared on the screen next to his wife.

“Hey Jude the dude! How are you and slick Nick doing?” Stu asked in that same energized smile.

Whenever Nick saw Stu, whether it was on the phone or in person, he was always in a cheerful mood. Regardless of any kind of issues he or his family were going through, he was always the happiest out of any mammal he had ever met.

“Great dad! Having an amazing time here. But, besides that, Nick and I have something to tell you.”

Bonnie was already leading Stu back towards the house where no snooping ears or eyes would be able to listen in. All the children of the Hopps clan were out in the fields busy with the midsummer harvest and they weren’t going to stop until it was complete.

The closer the two hierarchy bunnies got to the house, the more fidgety Judy became. Her feet danced in the air in the seat while her finger tips danced across the table.

Nick was nibbling his claws, his nerves going through the roof. His tail was wagging from side to side, and he could feel sweat drops forming on his skin.

Once they were in the house, back in the kitchen to be exact, the two country bunnies sat down.

“So what is it you wanted to tell us darlin’?” Stu asked curiously.

To start off, Judy explained the events of what Nick and her did the previous day. Going to Haley’s grooming shop, to the walk in the Amazon Stretch, to meeting Jack and Skye, all the way to the diner date and Ovideon’s.

Stu was intrigued and fascinated by what Judy was telling him. He told her that he was so glad that they were having a good time there.

She then told her father the joke that she had told Nick to surprise him with.

Stu was a clever bunny. He was very smart. But once it came to riddles or jokes, his mind turned off. They were his weakest strong points.

He was physically thinking about the joke, placing the palm of his paw on his forehead. It hurt his brain, thinking as hard as he was about the simple joke. Bonnie on the other hand had no problem solving the riddle.

Bonnie leaned over to her husband and whispered softly in his ear.

After Bonnie retreated back, Stu’s eyes started darting back and fourth, the gears in his head starting to click.

Then suddenly, he yelled out with such excitement that the speakers on Judy’s phone sounded like they were about to blow. He swiped the phone out his wife’s paw and asked many times if she was being serious. And every time Nick or Judy would reply by simply saying yes.

“I’m gonna be a grandpa! I’m gonna be a grandpa!” Stu explained happily, bouncing up and down with that wide buck tooth smile. And being the sap that he was, he also began crying, just like Judy had predicted.

“I’m so happy for you two kiddos! Congratulations!”

Judy smiled wholeheartedly. “Thanks dad. That mean a lot to us,” she said as she pulled Nick closer so he was more visible.

“Alright kiddos, I’ll talk to you later. Right now, I’ve got a whole family to tell that they’re gonna be soon to be aunts and uncles!”

In the blink of an eye, he dashed off screen. But you could clearly hear the older bucks voice yelling out to anyone who was within a half mile radius.

“Well, I better catch up to your father before he ends up running all the way to Zootopia,” Bonnie sighed, looking off into the direction her husband dash off to. “It was good seeing you two again! Congrats and come home soon.”

“We will, bye mom!” Judy waved to the screen.

“See ya soon Bonnie!” Nick said, also waving.

The screen turned black once the call had ended, and Nick felt relief over flow him. “That was easier than I thought it was going to be,” Nick breathed, his heart had been racing through the entire chat.

“I’m just glad we finally told them. That just leaves us with the rest of the force and Chief Bogo.”

Nick jumped out of his chair, helping Judy down as well.

“Yay, more phone calls,” he jested sarcastically. “But those will have to wait. I’m gonna go take a shower. I’m a little sweaty after today.”

He started walking towards their bedroom, until a paw grabbed his from behind. He looked back in confusion to see Judy standing there, affectionately.

“I don’t mind if we get a little bit more sweaty,” she teased with a wink.

She had that look in her eyes. That one single look that got him every time she wanted to have sex.

“Judy,” he quietly said, hesitating on his decision. “Won’t that hurt the baby?”

“Nope, not at all slick. Plus, we’ve had sex plenty of times already while I’ve been pregnant.” She leaned into him, pulling him closer and closer down to her and her begging lips.

His ears perked up. “Oh! Well then, that changes things now doesn’t it,” he said in a lower tone, but in a mixture of his sly flirting way that turned Judy on almost instantly.

In one quick scoop, he grabbed Judy by her butt wrapping his entire paws around them. He squeezed her soft bunny butt, listening to the soft moans of pleasure coming out of her. He locked his lips with hers, pushing his muzzle as far as he could go, taking in every little bit of her as he could.

They played a game of tongue of war, a normal foreplay they would do to start out the mood, not that it was hard to get into with a pregnant bunny and a fox who will do anything for his bunny wife.

They entered the bedroom, the door closing shut behind them, leaving the fox and bunny duo alone in their lust for each other.


After two rounds of love making, taking about an hour a piece, followed by a well deserved four hour nap, Nick was ready to explore the night life of Metropolis. He mentioned the idea to Judy and she had no problem with it, until Nick brought up that he wanted to go to a country bar that he had saw a few days back.

That’s when Judy protested against the idea. She became quiet and distant, not answering any questions that Nick was asking. Now, she wasn’t mad, but the thought of even going back to a bar again after almost losing Nick put her stomach in a knot. And she sure as hell didn’t trust any other mammals in the world other than Nick.

Nick pressed, but not too much to discourage his wife, just to see what had her so bothered and scared.

She eventually told him exactly what was going through her mind and why she became distant. But being Nick, he reassured her by telling her that he would be with her the entire time they would be there. He also told her that he trusted her with his life and that she shouldn’t punish herself for something she had no control over.

With a little more work and persuasion, she agreed, but strictly told Nick to watch both of their drinks just in case someone wanted to spike them and said absolutely no alcohol for her. He had no problem with her demands.

The cab ride didn’t take long since the roads were less busy, along with the bar only being a few block skips away, it only took them around ten minutes to get to it.

Once they arrived on the street corner of the bar, they could already here the music from inside vibrating off of the windows and into their ears. Being that it was a Friday night, the line exceeded far past the entrance of the bar.

The building, previously an old apartment complex, was transformed into what was now named The Foxes Liquor and Bar. The upper floors were upper extensions of the bar, five other levels of partying animals who were either drinking more than they could handle or out just to have a good time. The sign out in the front above the entrance was, coincidentally, a fox outlined in orange-red neon lights, wearing a cowboy hat and boots.

“I bet you’d look sexy as hell in a cowboy hat and outfit.” The idea made her mouth water with lust. The image of Nick as a cowboy made her already turned on hormones even more ravenous for her fox. And even though they had just did a few hours of their love making, she wanted more, credits from the growing baby.

“You horny bunny,” he teased. “Maybe I’ll buy us both a costume for role playing later this week. I’m sure there’s a costume store around her,” he finished with his go-to wink. He knew her hormones were going crazy for him, he just wanted to tease her as much as he could.

“Not helping Nick.”

“Oh you know you love it. But let’s get in there before the line gets any longer. Time to get our country groove on!” He shook his hips in response to get his body in a dancing mood.

The two waited in line for around twelve minutes before they reached the bouncer. He patted them down, like he did everyone else and passed them through. The fee was fifteen dollars a mammal, a very expensive entry but since the bar was placed in deep within the city, everything else was bound to be the same.

As the two entered, they were met with an entire room that was both a dining area and a dance floor. It was packed with mammals dancing on the wooden floor or just watching in their seats.

The many songs that played were a mix of country, hip hop, and rap. Nick and Judy knew most of the songs that played, like: Cowboys and Angels by Dustin Lynx, Roar by Catty Perry, Get Low by Lil Jon, and the very famous song by Gazelle, Try Everything.

Nick held Judy as close to him as possible, keeping to his promise that he wouldn’t let her out of his sight. Once they reached close to the center of the dance floor, that’s when Nick started getting his groove on.

He was moving his hips and tail to the beat of every song while also snapping his fingers, with one of the biggest and quite amusing smiles Judy had ever seen. He danced like a pro, or at least, he thought so. He looked more like a dancer from the 80’s doing the disco or sprinkler jig, or one of those embarrassing fathers you’d see at any dance.

All the songs that were being played were all pump up music and line dancing. None of which Nick had a problem with, but since they were in a country bar, he had expected more slow dancing songs for couples.

Ever since their wedding day, he had been wanting to dance with her, but it would always slip his mind.

He ran quickly over to the DJs desk, a black and white furred wolf dressed in a black trench coat and wearing a flat billed hat, requested a song just for Judy and himself. He also asked if the wolf could make a request announcement, in which the wolf acknowledged without a problem.

“Alright all of you party animals! We’re gonna slow this one down now. I have a shoutout to a one Judy Wilde from your husband. He says 'This ones for you my sweet darling bunny. This is for all the memories we are about to make. I love you.’”

The song Nick had requested was their wedding day song; Heartbeat by Prairie Underwood

“Care for a dance my cute little bunny?” He asked, holding out his paw as the beginning of the song started.

“How did I guess you were going to play this song?” She took his paw with a wide smile, her cheeks turning rosy red. She hadn’t heard this song since their wedding day.

“It’s been a while since we’ve had a dance with each other. So I thought, 'why not dance to the song of our wedding day?’”

“Just shut up and dance with me, my handsome fox.”

And danced they did. They danced like no one was looking, like they had practiced for countless hours before. They held each other close, Judy’s head resting on Nicks torso, listening to the soft beats of his heart that matched the rhythm of the song. Nick wrapped his paws around his bunnies waste, leaning his head down to the top of her head between her soft fluffy ears.

He twirled her around a few times before twirling her back into his loving arms once more. It was just like their wedding dance. The same exact movements, the same feeling of love, and a bond that no one could break.

Mammals all around them watched the fox and bunny. Some with confused remarks, some with grinning smiles on their muzzles.

Neither of the two wanted to stop, but the song soon ended, but not before the two embraced the other in a deep kiss. The crowd of mammals clapped to the two mammals who showed that different species can fall in love.

Judy was breathing heavily, some sweat droplets falling from the tips of her ears onto the floor. She knew that she could’ve danced all night if she wanted to, but her being pregnant and all, would only allow her body to use so much energy.

“Let’s get you something to drink Carrots,” Nick said without hesitation.

The dehydrated bunny nodded her head in reply.

Nick slowly walked towards the bar on the other side of the room, weaving in and between mammals but keeping his wife close. Once reaching the bar, he asked for a tall glass of water with a lemon. Within thirty seconds, the bartender returned with a twenty ounce class of ice cold water with the lemon on the side.

“Thank you Nick. I needed this,” Judy thanked kindly, taking a few sips of the ice cold drink from the straw.

“You’re welcome my sweet,” he smiled genuinely, taking a sip of the drink.

“Guys look!” A voice from within the crowd called out. Nick and Judy’s ears shot up towards the voice, one too familiar. It came from around their eleven o'clock, hidden somewhere within the crowd.

“Look it’s Nick! I told you I wasn’t lying!” The voice called out again.

Nicks eyes shot around the bar for the mammal who called him out. Then the coat of black and white stripes caught his piercing eyes, directly in front of him.

The outline of the mammal appeared as the crowd dispersed out from his view. The mammal was revealed as the zebra taxi driver, Kieran Reedgrass.

Nick felt his stomach drop, turning his insides to fire. Nick had hoped that ever since the taxi ride, he had hoped and prayed that he would never cross paths with a bully from his childhood.

Judy watched her husbands gaze towards the crowd, following his emerald eyes until she too, saw who was standing where Nick was looking. At first, her initial reaction was surprise, but was instantly turned into a sinister sneer. She clenched her fist into a ball while staring at Kieran with a death glare.

She had been wanting to get back at him for ripping her and Nick off just for being inters. And now that they were friends with the Metropolis police, she could get Jack or Skye to look into this prejudice zebra.

“Having fun dancing there? Fox?” Kieran laughed, half drunk.

Thereupon, three other mammals joined Kieran’s side; a light brown horse with a slightly messy mane, a hippo who had looked to have gained much in size around the stomach area since his child years, and a wildebeest.

They stood side by side, in the same exact order as they did when they were junior scouts.

“Yeah,” Nick replied nervously. “We-we were just leaving.”

He grabbed Judy’s paw before she could even protest.

“Nick! What’re you-?”

“We need to get out of here before…”

“Nick Wilde. Well I’ll be damned” another voice called out close to him. It was directly behind him. And Nick recognized it anywhere. Though the tone was a little deeper, the slight lisp in the mammals voice was surely similar.

He turned his head slowly around, ears drooped down to his head, a terrified look in his eyes. The mammal he saw was the one that he had nightmares about the most. The beaver, that cocky beaver who placed the muzzle on him.

His heart raced from fear. Sweat began to form on his skin Of all the animals that he has ever encountered, before and during him becoming a police officer, these five mammals, whom were bastards to Judy and a physical form of dismay for Nick.

While standing next to him, Judy’s sneer remained unchanged and fists fiercely constricted.

All five mammals from Nick’s adolescent years, the five kids who changed the innocence of a child into thinking that he was untrustworthy and worthless, were all standing right in front of him, just ten feet away.

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- Use S4S
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If you are starting out recoloring with no clue how to start, please message me! I’m more than happy to help you in any way! But, this tutorial was made for people with the knowledge of recoloring who’d like to try a different technique.

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anonymous asked:

Could you clarify Gonta and Ouma's relationship in game? I've heard that they actually hang out pre-chapter 4 (to the point of Miu saying they're spending all that time together because they're having sex, lmao) and his tears for Gonta after trial 4 were real, but a lot of people are arguing that Ouma saw him as nothing but a potential pawn/bodyguard, even before chapter 4. What are your thoughts on their relationship? Thank you!

This is definitely a complicated question and one that requires a lot of careful explanation, because of a lot of the events of Chapter 4. I’m glad you asked anon, because I’d like to do my best at attempting a little more clarification for this, because both Ouma and Gonta are incredibly important characters to the overall turning point of the game, and it’s important to understand their dynamic and the events that occurred in Chapter 4 as a result.

That being said, I’ve mentioned before in a previous post, but I’ll reemphasize a little bit: when I say “relationship” when talking about these two, I really do not ship them at all. I would not ever recommend shipping them. The ship is somewhat popular among Japanese pixiv artists recently and might have boosted a little of its popularity here on Tumblr as a result, but I can honestly say that I don’t think it would ever, ever be a healthy shipping dynamic in any sense, and when I talk in this post, I’m strictly going to be referring to “relationship” or “dynamic” in the sense of their actual interactions within the plot, and not in a sense of shipping them whatsoever.

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anonymous asked:

Hey :) may I request a Grell x reader Oneshot where he/she gets jealous over something minor? Or nsfw? OR Soulmate AU? OR ALL OF THAT?! Nah XD I think that'd probably be too much to request at once (except if you want to of course :D) There's not enough with Grell out there (there'll never be enough in my opinion tho...😅)

Grell is so special and deserves more panels in the manga ! I’ll try my best and I hope you enjoy <3

All In A Night’s Work

The streets of London were no strangers to crime and the deaths that came along with it, nor were they unfamiliar to the heels that currently tapped against their cold surface. On the other hand, yours? The cobblestone streets were just being acquainted with yours. Your job at the dispatch for a long time was in cubicle, table piled with a seemingly endless stack of paperwork. It was painstaking work that grew dull even with Ronald’s frequent visits. That’s why you’re here with Grell, out and about on exciting work ! … Or as exciting as taking in the dead could be. Field work was an upgrade from the office at least.

“Ah, it’s great to be out here !” You’d happily chim as Grell led the way, feet leading towards a dimly lit street. At the end, in what appeared to be an alleyway, lay the body ready for judgment. “The air is crisp and night is beautiful.”

You were a vibrant shinigami, full of spunk and always ready for an adventure. Those qualities were most certainly why Grell looked forward to work tonight. Having someone to easy to talk to made work go by faster, especially if that someone happened to be her partner. Normally William wouldn’t allow such a thing, deeming it inappropriate and liable to prolong the job, but this case was special. You were one the few William enjoyed, you caused him no problems, worked with great efficiency and most importantly avoided overtime as much as he did. And that’s that and here you were, inhaling the free air. It had a hint of murder to it.

“But the true natural beauty is you, my dear. I am almost jealous.” Grell always had a way with words that never failed to make you gush. She was as romantic as she was dramatic. Now, if only she put all the energy into her work the days would be smoother…

“Poor thing…” A sigh escaped the redhead as the both of you neared the corpse of young woman, her pale complexion stained as red as her hair.

“Annabelle Williams, age twenty three. Bled out from multiple stab wounds.” You read aloud, going through the files to make sure the records matched what laid before you. Grell had kneeled beside the late woman and tenderly ran the back of her index finger against Annabelle’s cheek.

“Ah, such a shame. A beauty taken from us too soon.” Grell clutched her vest clad chest, eyes wandering over the blood stained figure with fascination and finger now outlining her lips and jawline. “Hair and lips the passionate color I love so dearly. How amazing~!” She practically squealed and that… Bothered you? Oddly enough it definitely did. You looked at this slowly rotting corpse and felt inadequate somehow. As if her decaying looks out did yours immensely.

“She’s not that great… She’s dead anyways. Pity on how she died though.” Your words were sincere, it truly was as shame to die in such a manner but bitterness and obvious jealousy dripped off every syllable. Something very uncharacteristic of you and Grell couldn’t help but notice how funny it was.

“An unfortunate death!” The redhead would exclaim as she finalised her review of Annabelle’s Cinematic Record and stamped “Complete” into her notebook. Chartreuse phosphorescent eyes now scanned your body, taking in your mannerism in making sure the speculation that lingered wasn’t her just imagining things. She wasn’t. Your face held a pout with arms crossed beneath your chest, eyes averted Grell and the deceased.

A cheshire cat like grin was now plastered across Grell’s visage. She stood, dusting off and straightening her clothes before approaching you. The senior reaper took quickly to corning you, the grin on her face never faltered which was nerve wracking to say the least. Both her arms pressed against the wall that your back now did and seeing as Grell held a few inches on you, especially in heels, you really were stuck.

“What do you think you’re doing!” You managed to blurt out.

“Me? I am showing you who really holds my attention.” Her hands now moved from the wall and placed themselves underneath your clothes and onto your hips. On this night she didn’t wear any gloves. The feeling of flesh on flesh was torturous.

“I have no idea what you speak of.” This you said with confidence despite knowing exactly what she meant. You weren’t going to go down without a fight but you usually ended up losing against Grell so you really weren’t seeing a win of any sorts tonight.

“Is that so? Then let me give you a clue.” She leaned in and whispered this in your ear which caused you to shiver immediately. Her next actions were a trail of kisses along your neck that carried out along your jaw until she reached your chin and went in for the grand prize, those succulent lips. Rosy, soft as silk and now they were held captive by Grell’s equally as soft pair. She kissed you with passion and hesitated not on deepening the kiss with her tongue against your own and you let her do as she pleased within your mouth. Her tongue danced against your own and in return your involuntarily rewarded her with a moan but this wouldn’t be the last moan she heard. Grell took it a step further and invited herself into your pants, fingers gently ghosted, as best they could, along your thigh. As much as Grell enjoyed being romanced and romancing she wasn’t afraid to dive on in and for the sake of the situation she did just that. Her fingers made their way to the southernmost regions of your pants, fingers finding their way to your clit and going in slow circular motions.

Another moan escaped you but it was once against muffled against Grell’s kiss. She wasn’t going to let you free for a decent intake of air just yet, that’s why you had a nose for. Her fingers pressed and gently tugged at your needy swollen bud and you felt yourself crumbling. You were weak. You came first more often than not, not like Grell had any issues with that. Her fingers went further and she took to housing two digits in you, deep. In and out, at a speedy pace. She wanted you to cum on the job. In the street of London. Her body pressed against yours and your hands took to holding her face. It was hot and you were certain it was from her own arousal. She pumped her fingers into you again. Again. Again and finally you peaked and came, your walls clenching around Grell’s working fingers as your body expelled a mess and a loud moan greeting the cool night. A final kiss was bestowed upon your lips and with a pull of your bottom lip Grell pulled away for good, leaving you momentarily breathless and a blushing mess.

“You are more beautiful than D E A T H ☆~! That woman was a sight but you are the only sight for me. Look, I even turn your face the pretty shade of red I enjoy!” Grell practically squealed out. You were absolutely stunning to her and adorable.

“G-Grell I…” You tripped on your own words as you tried to explain to her why you felt this way so suddenly but a finger silenced you and behind that finger was the smile of Grell.

“No need for an explanation. Your lovely moans were enough to make my night!”




If someone had asked her even a few years earlier if she’d be working in a team, instead of on her own, and loving it, she would’ve laughed right in their face. She’d chosen her profession as a forensic psychologist for many reasons, one of which was that she’d be working one-on-one, which is always how she felt she worked her best. But then she’d been offered a job with the BAU, and her life had changed drastically. Now, she not only found herself working with other qualified professionals every day, but she found that she cared about them; she loved them.

Watching as Spencer went through prison was bad enough; he was so young and so innocent, it wasn’t fair, and she hated having to sit there helpless, but having to sit by and wait for the next move and man whose motives they couldn’t fully plot out was a whole other kind of hell. Tara hadn’t been with the BAU when Scratch first struck, but she was here now.

As a little girl, the one thing she feared more than any other was disappointing her father. Though her brother was the screw-up and that had its own weightiness, being the “good child” and fearing that every small mistake would make her father look at her with those disheartened eyes, held the same amount of weight; it was just carried differently.

That fear was coming back in waves.

If they didn’t catch Scratch this time, it would be partially her fault. Biological family and adopted family would both still be at risk; she needed to be at the top of her game. That’s why she steeled herself for the worst possible outcomes as she walked into the house Scratch was located in just steps behind her teammates.

The slight damp smell emanating from the floor brought up bile that burned as she choked it back. It had been her job to get into the minds of men exactly like Scratch, the absolute worst of the worst, so she was well aware of the variety of things that were in store for herself and the team.

Whether together or apart, every one of them would have to undergo serious psychological torture to have a chance of facing him head on, but while he had at least more than a decade of experiences to work with when it came to everyone else on the team, when it came to her and Luke, he had less to go on; she was banking on that being her strength. Scratch assumed that he knew everything about everyone, including how they would think in any given situation.

Her work experiences thus far indicated she would be out for herself. Even her personal life would show it if he’d been stalking her enough; she’d rarely gone out with the team because of her desire to hide her family issues from her team. But she loved them. Scratch screwed with them, and if she had anything to say about it, he would never have the chance to do it again.

Seconds after they walked into the house, the phone connection went dead. Suddenly, the clanging of metal against concrete filled her ears as chains and shackles popped out, freezing them in place and at the mercy of the man they were here to catch. “What the hell is going on?” She screamed angrily, unable to cover her ears as the brash sounds of clashing metal continued to reverberate inside her head. She was so tired of consistently being one step behind the eight ball. “I want this fucker’s head on a spike.”

“You and me both,” Emily replied. Once this was over, all of them needed a stiff drink – or five.

It seemed futile to try and figure a way out of this. That wasn’t Scratch’s way. If they were going to get out of this alive it was because they outthought him, not outmaneuvered. As if on cue, JJ’s cuffs released. Tara could see in her eyes that she didn’t want to go, but she could also see that they all knew they had too. “Scratch is all about psychological torture,” she said, doing her best to prepare her friend for what lay ahead. “It’s not about killing you. It’s your mind he wants.”

Reluctantly, she turned to enter the room that had opened for her. As each member of the team was released from their shackles and guided toward a specially designed room, the only thing she couldn’t understand was why they had been released in the order they had been. She was the only one left, so it wasn’t by age, it wasn’t by experience; it had to be something else. The only thing she could possibly think of was their track records regarding kills – she had never killed anyone. Maybe he was banking on that? She couldn’t be sure if that was his reasoning, but if it was, he was sorely mistaken. He’d messed with the wrong woman, and the wrong team.

Her heart beat insistently against her ribs as she waited for all her teammates to return from behind closed doors, but none of them were back yet, and her chains had just been released.

She heard a knock on the door – beckoning her forward. That’s what she though it had been at least. It was only when she steadied her breath that she realized the knocking sound was coming from the blood pounding in her own head.

The second she entered the room, her mind started to spin. In front of her were three walls with large sets of swirling numbers painted in black. The sheer amount of numbers whirling in front of her eyes was mind-boggling. What was she supposed to make of them?

That’s when she noticed the door across from her, next to the center set of swirling numbers. It had three locks on it. Obviously the numbers on the wall would correspond to each of the locks, but there had to be hundreds of numbers in each swirl.  “Alright, fucker,” she whispered to herself as she approached the first wall. “There has to be some kind of clue here.” She crouched down, examining each number with the practiced eyes of a woman taught to break down the expressions of serial killers, but nothing was coming to her. All of the numbers were painted the same color. They were all the same size. They ranged anywhere from zero to 3000.

When she gave her eyes a break and walked toward the locks on the door she had yet to enter, she noticed they were all three digits long. “So it can be one three digit number, three single-digit numbers, two and one, where the hell am I supposed to go with this?” She growled angrily to herself and approached the first wall again, attempting to break down the numbers in her mind. It felt like she had been standing there in confusion for nearly an hour, though she couldn’t be sure. In anger, she started smacking the wall and that’s when she felt it – the number 9 was painted with a textured black paint. Finally, she felt like she had a breakthrough. Feeling each and every number, she found the other two she was looking for; 6 and 1974 

9, 6 and 1974…June 6, 1974. Her birthday. She spun around and put the numbers six and nine into the lock. “1974…1974…” She had to add all the numbers until they came to a single digit. “1+9+7 4 is 21 and 2+1 is 3…3.” She practically jumped for joy as the first lock released.

The next two walls went more quickly. The numbers for the second lock were 1984, 2, and 8. She’d lost her mother when she was 10…on February 2. As her hands slipped against the second lock, she muttered to herself. This bastard had brought her mother into this; he’d tainted her mother’s memory.

The final lock took more time. She fought through tears as she touched the walls and searched for the never-ending series of numbers. 7, 2003 and 1. January 7, 2003 was the day she’d gotten Gabriel out of his final scrape, at least the last one she’d been personally privy to. That day she’d gotten into such an enormous argument with him. She was so sick and tired of picking up after him; he could’ve done anything he wanted with his life, but he’d gone after one get-rich-quick scheme after another. January 7, 2003 was the day she told him that he needed to change his act or she wasn’t going to be around anymore, and he’d chosen to continue on his path.

Once the second lock released, she slowly peeled all three locks out of their loops and pushed the door open. On the walls were four televisions, presumably for the other four rooms, as well as a camera with a small red light pointed toward the center of the room. “I knew it wouldn’t take you that long to figure it out.” Faster than she thought possible, she spun around and pulled out her gun, training it directly on his heart.

“Hands on your head,” she said calmly.

Scratch did as he was beckoned, placing his hands on top of his head as he smirked with delight. “I’ve been watching as each of you play my little game. I’m just saddened that Agent Hotchner couldn’t make it. Do you want to see what I’ve been doing to your teammates?”

“Do I look like a sick fuck?”

His smile widened, sending shivers up her spine. “Always so angry, so isolated, so alone.”

She kept her face blank as he confirmed her assumption. He believed she was out for herself. Above his head, he held a small remote. When he pressed the button, the first television came on, showing them a feed from JJ’s room. She was convulsing as he sent shockwaves through her. The second showed Luke sinking into himself as faces she didn’t recognized haunted his very being. Emily was on the third, visibly panicking as the walls closed in on her and Rossi was being inundated with video of his loved ones. Tara made sure she kept a straight face through it all. Play into his belief that there was no love lost between herself and her team. After all, she had been a loner for most of her life.

“It was almost too simple to profile you all. JJ’s weak point – her children. Rossi – those he’s failed. Luke – regret, some more recent, others decades old. Emily – being alone. You – being part of a group.” This is why she loved her job. Even the cockies and smartest of human beings made mistakes every once and a while, and he’d underestimated her capacity to love. With a turbulent childhood and a solitary profession it was easy to believe that’s how she’d always enjoyed things, but he could not have been more wrong. All she wanted were people and a connection worthy of her love, and she’d found them.

She wanted to just blow his brains out right here, but that would’ve been too obvious. “There’s one thing I know about you, Tara.”

“What is that?” She asked flatly. “Please, enlighten me.”

Again his mouth opened to speak. He was digging his own grave and he didn’t even know it. “You’ve always played by the rules in life - doing what’s expected of you as a child, following protocol when interviewing killers – that’s how I know you’ll do what’s right now.”

It was hard to keep her face blank as the images of her friends played in her periphery and Scratch’s words played over and over again in her mind. “So you think that because I’ve always followed the rules, I’ll take you into custody? So you can escape again? No.”

Without thinking, she holstered her gun and lunged forward knocking him off his feet and back into the wall. Scratch may have chose psychological torture as his weapon of choice, but that and his slight build betrayed his strength. He came back at her, causing her to trip and fall backward, her gun falling to the floor. With her off her feet, Scratch took advantage and came at her, but instead of fighting as he’d expected, she rolled out of the way and halfway across the room to where her gun had slid. Despite the pounding in her head and the heated anger coursing through her veins, she aimed at his arm and pulled the trigger, watching with satisfaction as he screamed and writhed. “Alright,” he said, his back to the televisions he’d used to try and torture her. “I surrender. I’ve got a camera on in here. You kill me and everyone will know.”

“And?” She’d never killed anyone before, but she didn’t hesitate as she lifted her gun for a second time and fired.

The bullet seemed to move in slow motion, taking forever to find its target in the center of his head, but it finally hit its mark, sending Scratch crumpling to the ground. When she stared at the corner of the room where the camera was, she noticed the red light that was there before had gone off. Garcia.

In a cloud of emotion she couldn’t comprehend, she placed her gun back in her holster and walked back through the doors she’d walked through earlier. Time stood still; they could’ve been here for minutes or hours and she wouldn’t have known the difference. When she got to the first door she walked through, she tried to open it, but it was still locked. With all of her might, she plowed her shoulder into the door until it finally gave way.

“You’re all here,” she breathed, collapsing onto the floor at their sides. “Are you okay?”

Emily nodded first, her eyes still unfocused as whatever she’d been through undoubtedly played through her mind again. “Did you find him?”

“He’s dead,” she said truthfully. Looking around the room, she could tell she’d made the right decision as each of her friends released a long-held breath. Her eyes finally fell on Emily again. “He came at me and I shot him in the arm. Then he came at me again and I went for the kill shot. He’s actually a lot stronger than he looks.”

For the rest of the team, it almost seemed too good to be true, so they walked through Tara’s room in awe until they came to the room where his body lay. All five of them checked for a pulse; it was nowhere to be found. “We need to send message to someone who can check on Hotch. He made a comment about him not being here.”

“We’ll do that on the way back. Are you okay?” A moment of silence hung between the team as they all searched her eyes for the truth.

She could probably tell them exactly what happened; they’d understand. But she didn’t want to burden any of them with the truth. “I’m okay. I’ll be fine. I just need a drink. And about 18 hours of uninterrupted sleep.” The sentiment came out light, but she couldn’t bring herself to smile. Honestly, she wasn’t sure how to feel. She’d taken a life.

But this was finally over. The BAU was safe – at least as safe as they could be given their line of work.

After ensuring the clean-up team had everything in order, they took the car back to the Bureau. The ride back was silent save for Emily calling in an order to have Hotch checked on. Each member of the team was attempting to work through what they’d seen, what they’d been through, and how they were supposed to feel now that it was finally over.

When they walked back into the BAU, Garcia ran to them with a knowing look and wrapped her arms around them. It would take time to recover from everything they’d been through, but they would succeed. No matter what anyone thought, the BAU had an unbreakable bond. It was a family unlike any other, whose relationships weren’t connected by blood, but rather respect and desire to keep each other safe. It was the family they chose.

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anonymous asked:

do you have any tips for people who wanna start graphic design?? :-)

Oh gosh, so many things.

First thing, draw as much as you can, and take any art lessons you’re able to. Drawing or photography is the best way to learn the principles of composition, and how to lay everything out to look the best possible. You’ll definitely want to hone that skill.

Secondly Youtube is your best friend. People give youtube tutorials a lot of shit, but I’ve watched so many and learned so much from them. There are so many tools in Photoshop and there's always someone out there who knows how to use them better than you do. Seriously, youtube.

Three: look at other designers’ work. There’s nothing new under the sun, take inspiration from the things other people have done (but don’t plagiarize. That’s not cool). Study renowned designers like Paula Scher, Chip Kidd, Jacqueline Casey, or Massimo Vignelli to name just a few of my favorites. Look up logo designs, study billboards, analyze posters. If you see something you like, break it down, figure out what it is that you like about it, and learn how to create that thing. If there’s something you don’t like, again, break it down, and figure out how to avoid it. There’s a great documentary series on Netflix called Abstract, the Art of Design that interviews famous designers in different fields. Watch it! Even the episodes you don’t think will apply to you, trust me when I say they will. You can learn something from any form of good design.

Quatro - free fonts are your best friend. I cannot stress the importance of the right font enough. You probably can’t afford a $120 font family for a poster, but there are millions of free fonts out there for you to use. Check the licensing to make sure you can use it, and then go crazy with it.

Similarly, royalty free images are the best. It’s super important to understand right off the bat that you can’t just pull whatever you want from Google Images and go off. Photographers are artists, just like designers, so don’t steal their work. There are tons of ways out there to get free-to-use or cheap images. Here’s a site to help get you started.

Next up, make as much as you can! Design is a skill, and like any other skill, it requires practice. Practice to help you learn better how the tools work and more quickly access them, practice to know what look you’re going for and how to achieve it, practice to refine your taste and better act as a consultant. Make posters for your local bar’s events, even if they don’t use them. Make posters for shows on Broadway. Design a logo for a company that doesn’t exist. Briefbox is a great site that gives you prompts to design from, that will also help you fill your portfolio.

Whatever number I’m on - Look at your work on as many screens as you can. Check it on your computer, on a tablet, on a phone. Email it to yourself and see how it looks then. Zoom in and see if it still looks okay. Print it out, hang it on a wall, walk twenty feet back and see if it still looks good. What about 50 feet? Keep in mind what the purpose of your design is. If it’s a book cover, it should clue the reader into the story and capture their attention from the first glance. If it’s a poster, it should be legible from far away and stand out amongst a crowd. If it’s a business card, it should be neat and professional. Sometimes those things will look okay on one screen but not another because of color code differences. Sometimes a screen will look good but when you print it off it looks terrible. Keep in mind that sites like Facebook automatically downsize the quality of your image, so it won’t look as good on there. These are all things you need to be aware of.

Lastly, be willing to admit that you’re not perfect, but don’t be too hard on yourself. Allow yourself to grow as a designer, but also to mess up. There are those with more experience than you and other people who like to give advice when they don’t know what they’re talking about. Be patient, listen, and be willing to grow. You’ll be a world-class designer in no time.

If there are any other designers out there with other tips, feel free to add on! These were just my first thoughts.