𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃. 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, when figure skater bridget emerson is found brutally murdered, her face mutilated with a skate blade, the FBI's behavioral analysis unit steps in to investigate. lorelei fitzgerald, a champion skater and key witness who discovered the body, struggles with the trauma while under the protective care of dr. spencer reid. as the BAU races to profile the killer, they uncover a chilling vendetta threatening the world of competitive skating and lorelei herself. trope: bodyguard spencer reid x figure skater oc published: 9th february 2025 finished: 30th april 2025 #1 - criminalminds #1 - figureskating #1 - matthewgraygubler #1 - davidrossi #1 - pagetbrewster #1 - fbiagent #1 - profilers #1 - bau

a book filled with female faceclaims.

Helping you find the best face claims for your oc's, because we all know how annoying it when you can't find the perfect face claim. • Cover by @DazzlingGray

𝟴𝟬𝘀 & 𝟵𝟬𝘀 𝗙𝗔𝗖𝗘𝗖𝗟𝗔𝗜𝗠𝗦 ━━━ 80S 'N 90S FACECLAIMS MJSAGB © 2020

Cause I'll Be Switchin' The Positions For You. in which the older brother of spencer reid falls for the one and only derek morgan, and learns that he's not alone. [ derek morgan x male! original character. ] [ season one throughout undecided. ]

you drew stars around my scars. © fragilehaze

All he ever wanted was for her to notice him. graphic cred; @CarKann spanish translation:@-mxltiverse portuguese translation: @L4DY-W4YN3 italian translation: @zqynmlk

Mice were common creatures inside the homes of District Nine. A constant reminder of their failure during the rebellion. Originally released by their oppressors as a form of biological weapons, it wasn't uncommon to see their descendant's scurrying the dirt streets. When the Capitol learned of them being easily slayed during the war, they modified the failed jabberjays to attack anyone who harmed the disease carriers. A trait that the Mockingjay sadly kept. To this day the people of Nine can't go near a mouse without the birds attacking. As after all... what was a Mockingjay without a Mouse by their side? ༻❁༺ pre hunger games, to mockingjay part two

SURVIVE. ❝ Let the end of the world be inside you, then you don't need to fear the end of the world out there. ❞ THE WALKING DEAD. DARYL DIXON. BOOK ONE of the LANCASTER SAGA. [ SEASONS 1 - 3 ] ****** I do not own The Walking Dead or any of its characters, locations, or storylines. All rights go to the original creators. I only own what I make up, such as my own characters, locations, and storylines. highest ranking in #daryldixon - #1 highest ranking in #rickgrimes - #1 highest ranking in #twdfanfic - #1 highest ranking in #thewalkingdead - #2 highest ranking in #glennrhee - #2 cover by humaneity.

THE WALKING DEAD//NEGAN FANFIC FROM A WHISPERER POV- seasons 10-11 (possibly into dead city..) "You become friends with monsters, You either become one or you start to forget that they are, monsters." "I grew up on a farm, not like horses or cows, or even chickens. We had 4 pigs. 3 girls, 1 boy. my mom was kind, my dad was not. He didn't hit me, at least not when I didn't deserve it. He used make me work with him around the farm though. We'd have piglets ever few years and since my dad didn't have the boy hed always wanted, he was stuck with me. I remember when I was 9, holding down these piglets, their backs pressed against a hay bail. They were so tiny, the size of baby but so much stronger. He told me to hold them down, press their back legs down into their hips with every bit of muscle I had. while my dad would cut two, two inch cuts between their thighs with a box cutter. My dad would stick his fingers in, dig out their balls, and cut them off. And every time, every time you'd put one back in the pen, it's act like nothing even happened. After we did 15, that day. By that time I was used to the blood, the screams from something so innocent, I mean by the last pig. I was interested. Watching as the knife pierced the pink skin, and glide up before a pool of blood poured out. When it was all done, my dad sat in the barn on that same hay bail, didn't wash his hands. He sat down, popped open a beer, and he offered me one. He told me, 'You may not have been a boy, but you were made for this. Most people are weak minded, the shy away at the sight of blood, the sign of conflict. The strong, they bath in it. You have to be a wolf, in a word full of sheep.'