Good news, I’ve gotALL*of the [new] cryptograms decipheredfor you! In nice, easy-to-find categories, no less! (*With the exception of A) the Shape-Shifter’s page and the Blind Eye page, as there’s nothing new there to decipher. B) The seemingly random numeric values scattered on some of the pages. C) The possibly-morse-code(?) blocks.)
Naturally, there are SPOILERS FOR JOURNAL 3 below the break:
Ask game!! 1,2,3,5,10,15 & 16 xD (GOT7) Sorry if that's too many ;-; I don't stan got7 YET but im going to soon haha that's why I wanted to ask :P Have fun answering~
Thank you @giwaffles !
Don’t worry about that lol, you can send me as many numbers as you want :)
2-The first kpop song I listened to was Lucifer by Shinee, then I got into BTS. I saw how many armys where mentioning BTS’ friendship with Got7, so I decided to search them on YouTube. And that’s how it all started.
3-Girls Girls Girls (I’m into girls too so I can relate lol)
5-wOW it actually took me some time, I don’t know how much exactly, but it wasn’t simple because I was still learning the names of Exo
what. WHAT. Thank you for following and to those who stuck around the few months I was here: I know I’m extremely slow when posting my art and I still haven’t gotten around to finishing requests, but I’m just so..happy you guys are still with me. QwQ
I’m gifting you guys Zero, because I’m in love with him he’s one of the beautiful souls on HSS who deserves his own story as well. (I mean, he’s been introduced as one of the side characters since the beginnning–I think it’s about time we know more about him. He’s..so kind; too kind, too beautiful. ;w;)
*Are you taking requests??If so please do an imagine of admitting your feelings for Spencer Reid.
*Could you possibly do a part two to your Criminal Minds imagine?
Authors note:Wow it took some time to write this one.I’m sorry if it has some mistakes in the spelling,but it’s 4 in the morning right now.I also want to apologise for not updating this earlier.I’ve been feeling down lately.But i’ll try to do better,i promise.I also have some ideas i wanna try out.Anyway i hope you like this.
Chewing your nails,was a habit you picked up which became tendency whenever you were nervous.But now,in the current predicament you seemed to find yourself in,saying that you were nervous was a bit more than an understatement.
You know that feeling you seem to get when your about to admit your feelings to someone,the butterflies as people call them.Well,to be honest,they were more like a pack of angry rhinos that converted into whole animal kingdom every time you saw them.
He was sitting at his desk,a book in his hands,with his eyes glued to the pages. He looked so peaceful and relaxed,like he didn’t have a care in the world.If you weren’t as anxious and scared as you were you would have probably felt bad for interrupting him from such a peaceful state.
But you’ve made your choice,it was now or never.
It it were it would have probably be never,but thanks to Garcia’s daily harassment you finally got the guts to tell him how you feel.
Telling him how you feel,it sounded so easy,so simple,you couldn’t help but think how amazing it would be if it was actually like that in the real world.
Sure,saying it would be liberating,you could finally act on it,or at least just let it out,but the consequences could be devastating.
Reid was you best friend,a shoulder to lean on,someone you could always rely on.Someone you could tell anything without being judged,someone who knew when to talk,to advise you,or when to just listen.
He was actually the first person you became friends with when you first arrived at Quantico.
He was the nicest person you’ve ever met.He was thoughtful and gentle,he always remembered the little things that you liked,like your favorite coffee,a favorite sweet,a book,a television show,or habits you’ve adapted whenever you were angry,or happy,or lying.
You felt your cheeks heat up as you cautiously approached his desk.
“I…uh…Spencer.’‘you said after clearing your throat to get his attention.
He looked up from his book and smiled at you,before closing the book on putting it on the table in front of him.
“Can we talk,in private,i have something to tell you.”
“Sure.’'he said and stood up from the chair,straightened his sweater,and gestured at one of the empty offices.
Once you’ve were inside you closed the door with shaky hands and took a deep breath before turning to face a very confused Reid.
Instead of focusing on him you focused on anything but him.
You grew uncertain,your stomach was turning making feel sick,your palms were sweaty,and you heart beat was so fast you could hear it in your ears.
”(Y/N),are you okay?What is it?“Reid approached you looking at you worriedly.You stayed silent,hesitating.’'You know you can tell me anything.”
“Then what’s wrong,(Y/N)?You’re scaring me.”
You decided that it was the time.Either you were gonna tell him,or you were going to vomit from the pressure you were feeling.Looking down at your shoes,you took a deep breath to try to calm yourself.
“I like you.”
“I like you too,(Y/N).But why are you acting like this?”
“No.No,not like a friend like you.I like you like you.”
For a moment it was silent causing you to look up.There stood Spencer,shook written all over his face,and mouth agape.
“…Uh…Spencer?’'you asked hopping for a reaction but,he just kept staring at you.Maybe this was a mistake.
’'You don’t have to feel the same way,you really don’t,it would be nice,but you don’t have to.But i had to tell you this and get it of my chest.Even if you don’t feel the same i’d still hate to lose you,so i hope we can at least be friends.I don’t want to lose you.Telling you this,was terrifying enough.”
After you finished your little speech you waited for him to say something,you allowed him to take his time,you knew it was a lot to process.
But seconds turned into minutes and minutes felt like years waiting for him to say something.Anything was better than silence.The more time passed the harder it got.
Your eyes watered,and it became difficult to keep the tears from falling.
Taking his silence for rejection,you turned to leave hoping to save you save from feeling more humiliated than you already did.You tried not to get your hopes up,but it still hurt.
As you placed a hand on the doorknob,you felt a strong grip on your shoulder.
You couldn’t bear to look at him,it hurt too much.
Tears ran down your cheeks freely,so you looked down wiping them.
You felt him brush his fingers against your left cheek until they reached your chin and gently lifted it up so you could face him.
Before any questions could be asked,his head lowered until his lips were just a millimeters from yours,you could feel his breath on you skin and the hand that was resting below you chin was now on you cheek again.
His lips finally pressed against you,molding in each other’s presence.They were soft like like rose petals.Your eyes closed just enjoying the moment.
It was perfect.This was perfect.
After some time he pulled away resting his forehead against yours.Your hands snaked themselves around his neck,pulling him closer.Your eyes were still closed,fearing that if you opened them,you’d realise this was nothing but a dream and it would end.
’'I like you too.If this didn’t make it obvious.”
“Reid if you don’t feel the same you don’t have to lie.I don’t need your pity.’'you whispered praying that you were wrong.
’'How can i not,(Y/N)?I’ve felt this way since i’ve got to know you,the real you.I didn’t even have to meet you in person to know that you are the most beautiful woman in the world for me.And you are.You are the most beautiful woman in the world.”
Friendly Competition-verse. Their first real date. Bonus points for "their first real date and how it goes horribly wrong"
Anonymous said: in the friendly competition verse: Regina and Robin’s first date in a public place, please.
Ok, I am the WORST. You guys sent this prompt in so long ago I am certain you will have completely forgotten you even sent it! I am so sorry. But, I am back from my travels now, and I’m celebrating by FINALLY posting this!! Hope you still enjoy, despite the passing of 350,000 years between then and now!
Thank you so very much to loveexpelrevolt, who has been completely awesome and a wise and wonderful betaing superhero, even though I have been such a terrible, slack-arse flake! I’m afraid you can expect much more of the puppy dog eyes from me in the future, my love!
“What would you say if I said I wanted to take you on a date?” he asks her casually one afternoon, before they’ve finished catching their breath.
She looks down between them pointedly, at their naked chests, at her skirt rucked up around her waist, her sweaty thighs nestled in beside his hips. They are in his car this time, in what she hopes is a deserted parking lot, and God, she doesn’t do this, she doesn’t end up half-clothed in some guy’s messy, beat-up old Ford Falcon, grinding down on him with her teeth dug into his shoulder to muffle her cries and hopefully avoid a public indecency charge.
She looks back at him.
“I’d say you’re several steps behind. A little slow on the uptake, are you?”
He narrows his eyes at her, leans forward and lightly bites her breast in retaliation for her cheek. Her head falls back, a hum of approval falling from her lips.
“I realise this is a less than conventional point in the proceedings to be asking, but, if it wouldn’t be entirely reprehensible to you, I’d like to get to know more than just your body.”
She huffs her scorn, shifting slightly, his eyes falling shut with a grimace as he slips from within her. She settles back down on his thighs, rocking slightly, experimenting to see how quickly she can have him riled up and ready again.
“A few quickies and you think you know my body?” she scoffs. “Please. You’re still so very much the amateur.”
His eyes spark and smoulder in that way that he does when she provokes him. He purses his lips, fixes her with a half-glare, half-smirk that she still, damn it all, finds so terribly attractive.
“Oh, is that so?” he asks, dipping his fingers between her legs where she’s still sensitive enough to jerk and gasp at his touch. It’s a full-blown smirk that greets her when she opens her eyes again. “So you’d say I have a lot to learn, then?”
The pad of his thumb is swirling in her wetness, gathering enough to slip and slide over her clit.
“Aahh! –yes!” she affirms. “You’re still – mmm – in the minor leagues.”
In one deliciously skilled finger goes, crooking at just the right angle, and oh, bless archery, she’ll never say another word against it.
He’s leaning into her neck now, sucking and biting at the join of her neck and shoulder as he alternates between fucking his fingers – two fingers, oh God – into her and sliding them out to circle her clit. Her body is still alive and thrumming from her first orgasm, this won’t take long.
“Well I’ve always been eager to improve myself,” he husks, smug, annoyingly smug, but clearly affected enough that she can overlook it. He’s stirring back to life between her thighs and she’s lunging back and forth with her hips, half involuntary, half to tease out his hard on and even the playing field.
“I don’t know what you – unh – hope to get out of it,” she says, refusing to be the first to lose track of their conversation.
The fingers thrust hard up into her then, and she can’t hold back her moan.
“What on earth do you mean?” he questions, seeming actually somewhat displeased by her statement.
“Well,” she pants, eyes closed, her head dropping onto his shoulder, “Why would you bother with the formalities when you’ve already got the privileges?”
His fingers withdraw, and she opens her eyes to scowl at him, but the expression on his face surprises her. It’s not glaring, it’s not smirking, and she doesn’t have the chance to define what it is before he’s kissing her. Deeply, thoroughly, but slower than she’s used to. Her brow is furrowed in question when he pulls back.
“Perhaps it’s possible that I consider dinner with you a privilege equally worth earning.”
Her eyes widen, but he seems to sense that she’s not especially comfortable with this line of conversation, in these close quarters, with his fingers and her thighs still wet from their passion. Without another word, he pushes his fingers back up inside her, reaches down with the other hand to attend to her clit, and within minutes she is writhing in his lap, the car filled with her groans and sighs of pleasure, rolling through her in waves until she crests with a long, blissful moan.
Her knees are cramping, but she feels softer, relaxed, a little more powerful, and a little more playful, so she folds herself sideways over his thighs, her back against the car door, taps his nose like he’s a naughty puppy.
“So, dinner, huh?”
“If that’s agreeable to you.”
“You actually want to do this?”
“You want to date me?”
“Why? I’m clearly not your type.”
He raises his eyebrows incredulously at that.
“You’re right,” he says sarcastically. “Usually I prefer to date women who are a little less devastatingly sexy. Better for the self-esteem.”
She rolls her eyes, reaches for his now-almost-fully-erect cock and flips it upwards with the pads of her fingers so it hits his belly. He oofs, and glares, grabbing her hands and trapping them with his own.
“You know what I mean. You’re all outdoorsy, one-with-nature, I-sleep-in-the-dirt-and-bathe-in-the-river wholesome man, while I’m – what was the word you used? Pretentious?”
He’s distracted, guiding her hand over his cock, curling his fingers around hers and encouraging a much kinder touch than the one she just administered.
“If you can agree to be seen in public with me, I think I can manage the same,” he says.
Fandom/Pairing: Elsword; MMLP Rating: T Word Count: 5,196
Summary: Lunatic Psyker lost his memories and is haunted by strange dreams of a man who shares his face. Why do those dreams keep calling him Lusa? Sequel to Dynamo Configuration: REboot, Part IV for the Seal of Time series.. Can be read as standalone, LP centric (Part V will be DiE centric).
Everything with this was classified and Nathanael wasn’t sure how much medicine he was going to be able to practice when no one told him anything. So far, the only thing he knew was that this was a male, looking to be in his thirties, dressed in some old-fashioned clothes and been frozen for quite some time. Oops, sorry, cryo-sleep. That was the same as frozen to him. What kind of cryo technique used, they didn’t tell him and the pod the man had arrived in was very non-descriptive.
Nat would of course do his best to wake him up and keep him alive, partly because he had sworn an oath and partly because he had a feeling it might hurt if he failed. Also, if this guy was as old as his clothes suggested and his memory was intact, the things he could tell, wow.
The procedure of carefully waking him up took some time, but eventually they reached the final stage where they could place the man on a normal diagnostic med. Listening to the rhythmic beeping of the man’s heart, Nathanael then just had to wait.