Oct 17, 2025
jordan li of gen v powered by lane. 25, she/her, est.
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jordan li of gen v powered by lane. 25, she/her, est.
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someone else's solid ground (ch 1/2).
Read here on ao3.
Rating: E
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply (but brief, non-graphic mentions of canon violence)
Relationships: Emily Prentiss/Aaron Hotchner
Summary: Post-Scratch, Hotch surprises Emily. Set somewhere during 13.01, after the warehouse and before the funeral. (Feelings, conversations and sex.)
Excerpt:
She looks down at her hand then back up at his face, and her eyes are curious, questioning, concentrating on reading his reaction like he’s written in a language she has to work at understanding. She draws an arc with her thumb once, twice, and a warm, tingling sensation sparks to life under her palm and spreads outward.
There’s been attraction there for years, ebbing and flowing between the two of them like something tidal, but they’ve never let themselves get anywhere near this edge before. And now he’s not her boss, and she’s not going back to London in a few hours, and as Rossi repeatedly and unsubtly pointed out on the way over here, they’re both single. Every reason he’s never let himself imagine kissing her is gone, and her lips are inches from his, and suddenly he can’t think about anything else.
Heyyyyy, friends.... it's been a long time, huh?
I'm so sorry about that. Things have been... kinda chaotic. I was working full time (now I'm working less days, fortunately,) I had the brilliant idea of starting a roleplay server on discord for fictif & the arcana which consumed a lot of my time, and I've met someone wonderful that I'll literally never stop talking to if given the chance... so I haven't quite had the time or the energy for writing!
But I want to try and get back into things, if I can! I have a whole lot of requests I've been staring at trying to get my motivation back, but I'd love some fresh ideas if you guys wanna send me some! I'm still mostly obsessed with Last Legacy, but I'm more than happy to do others, too!
I'm not going to spoil much, but I've got something in the works for you already, hehehe~
...Oops.
Hello. It's me. I've been wondering if after all these years you'd - ANYWAY HI. I got busy with work (and depression, tbh), my friends convinced me to be their DnD GM (ho boi) aaaand aha, I decided taking up another job would be A GREAT IDEA. Who needs sleep, am I right? Good news, I am going to find myself with much free time when this month is over, so I decided to tumble back to Tumblr - ya'll can blame Voltron (oops I ship everybody) - aaaand when the month is over I'll have hopefully been able to have worked on my FortuneCookie!AU. tl;dr: I am back, oops, blame Voltron, and dear god kick me if I leave for too long again or try to take up 3 jobs bc WTF IS WRONG WITH ME. HI.
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Sera walks in 5 months late with Starbucks.
“Wha’d I miss, arse biscuits?”
damn i really fell off tumblr.. i don’t even remember the last time i was on this. guess that’s what happens when my damn phone runs out of storage and i have to delete the app :((((Â
Planetarium
Blanket me with stars. With light that plots out myth and science, let me lose this murdered hour. Let shapes older than my nightmares mesmerise, swallow up, make little of my self. Little constellations: I’ll be your night.