Fair warning, I haven’t been watching Owen’s streams very often since Bannerfall ended (I got really into descendants, don't ask) so if he’s talked about pan!Owen on there, I don’t know about it so there is large margin for error! But this also being written before the first episode comes out, so there's an even larger margin for error!
here on pan!Owen will just be Owen and actual person Owen will be referred to as CC!Owen
That being said! I want to talk about Owen's eyes and whether or not she actually is blind. Personally, I think if anyone in the pantheon cast could pull off playing a blind character respectfully and somewhat accurately---for minecraft at least---it would be CC!Owen. Do I think he would actually do it? Eh... I doubt it. It would be cool if he did, but reasonably, it doesn't make a lot of sense for the storytelling method, aka video/primarily first person gameplay, and it would be a bit weird for a seeing person to play a blind character without a lot of caveats. Though! I will say I do like the idea of a play on "time blindness" and/or the phrase "time is a blind guide" which I think would work really well for the champion of time, the person being "guided" by time.
Now! Why do I think Owen's eyes are closed on the skin? My running theory is that her powers are tied to whether or not her eyes are open. That sounds ridiculous! I know! Stay with me! Keep in mind, I am going only off of the official art, the skin, and Owen's stream about Chronos/Kronos from today (8/8)
In the announcement art, Owen has his eyes open and both her hands and eyes are glowing. In the skin, her eyes are closed (so obviously not glowing) and her hands appear completely normal. To me, that indicates a definite correlation and a potential causation. What would the causation be, you ask? (I do run on audience participation, it gives me motivation.) When her eyes open, her powers overwhelm her and overflow. CC!Owen said he was working on many interactions of Chronos combined, so I don't think it's very out there to say that the personification of time putting power into a single (mortal) entity would be quite overwhelming and might even overflow from the entity. Plus! In the thumbnail peak CC!Owen gave us at the end of the presentation, Owen's eyes were open and there was glowy magic around her. I don't have any basis for this theory, not really. At least none that makes much sense.
I tried to find different ways that Chronos related to eyes and couldn't find anything. There are a few sayings about time and seeing, but none that I thought would mean much. There is the concept of Chronostasis, but again, just because it uses the Greek root doesn't mean anything. If this gets proven very very wrong tomorrow, feel free to shame me
People that told me to post this: @allthelittlecommentsispill @aetheroze @therealmoonagedaydream (feel free to ask me to untag)
18+ - Prosecutor!Hotch having a pre-trial quickie with you in his office, then being caught by one of the judges who is also your friend so you just get a warning
shut up i love this so much (smut under read more)
something about prosecutor!hotch is so fucking hot it drives me crazy.
he calls you his good luck charm, he’s never lost a case with you by his side and you two have your little pre-court ritual which is just him fucking you in his office - to get all his frustration and stress out so he's as calm and collected as he can be when he enters the courtroom.
you thank the lords above for the heavy doors and thick walls that surround you as he fucks you against his desk, the crude sounds echo throughout the room and his hand is clamped over your mouth to keep your whines and moans at bay. he loves to tease you, you’re always so desperate for him especially in this scenario when he's full of self-confidence and the perfect amount of cocky.
you’re both so lost in the moment, his head buried in your neck that you don't hear the door open - only snapping out of your daze when you hear someone coughing. hotch freezes, not daring to look up for a moment - he’s so fucked. and it's not until he hears laughter that he raises his head to look at the person who had just walked in on you. you’re confused when he scoffs and stays in you. so you turn your head slightly, a smile etching its way onto your face when you see, thankfully, it's one of your oldest friends - a judge, someone extremely important and who you should absolutely be embarrassed about getting fucked in front of, but your friend nonetheless. you watch as they look down and shake their head before speaking, a smile evident in their tone.
“you have 5 minutes to finish whatever this is, and we will be discussing appropriate workplace behaviour later hotchner.” they say, before shutting the door behind them - pulling hard enough for it lock to avoid anyone else walking in, something which you both had evidently forgotten.
the door is barely shut before aaron continues to move, going harder - deeper if possible. desperate for you both to reach your finish. he doesn't hold out at all, his thumb finds your clit and his lips latch onto your breasts kissing across the heated skin. it only takes a few more thrusts for him to spill inside you; your orgasm following closely behind and you all but collapse against the cold wooden desk, your chest rising and falling as his hands trail down your body to calm the aftershocks.
“i cant believe that just happened.” you said, hands covering your face as the embarrassment sank in. he pulls your hands away and lifts you so you're sitting up again. he kisses you gently and adjusts your clothing, pulling your panties back up to keep his cum from trailing down your legs.
“its fine. dont worry about it.” he takes a look at his watch, and quickly puts his blazer back on and picks up his briefcase. “i gotta go. wish me luck.”
you smile at him, pulling him in for another kiss. “you dont need luck hotchner, you have me.” and safe to say, you were most definitely his good luck charm.
this is gonna be real short considering the fact above. it's just a placeholder until i write hank being absolutely destroyed. and i uh, watched the "other incidents" (the non-canon stuff krinkles has made) and there's an agent named torture? agent torture? oh please, tell me you haven't thought of the same things i've just thought about. LMAOOO
edit: i lied. this is not short. i got carried away. lee!hank is the cutest thing and i'm not sorry.
anyways enjoy this short little moment between two babies (cuz they deserve the world).
lee!hank, ler!2bdamned.
hank needs sleep. everyone does. but nothing doc seemed to do worked. until they figured out a single method that takes the poor boy down in minutes.
he/they for hank. | they/them for 2bdamned/doc.
Doc knew how hard it was for Hank to fall asleep. Being constantly on the run and overall tense, fighting until he's bruised and broken, lingering on until the very end. Surely the poor mercenary would be exhausted, no?
Well, that was just the answer. No.
Although Hank could be exhausted beyond belief, as far as he'd ever known, there was no way for him to fall asleep. Well, that's what it felt like anyway. It got to a point where the bags underneath their eyes could be seen through the red tint of their goggles. It got to the point where even Deimos and Sanford were starting to complain, wondering about solutions to their problem. Eventually, they dragged 2BDamned into the equation.
They had the most medical knowledge here, and if that counted for anything, surely, they must've had some idea how to get Hank to fall asleep. "Doc," the mercenary muttered, letting out a soft yawn underneath the cloth that stuck to his face, "you called?"
They smiled underneath their own mask, nodding. "Yeah. The others are concerned about the lack of sleep you're gettin'. And by the looks of it, I feel like you should be concerned too." Hank shuffled by the doorway; their arms crossed over their chest.
"I'm fine, Doc," muttered Hank, whose body started to feel heavy. The doctor pursed their lips, suddenly standing up to go meet the other by the door. "You do not look fine. Go sit down on the table, alright?" 2BDamned pointed over toward the table they had just cleaned, turning swiftly on their heels.
"But, 2B, I can't—" Hank protested but was quickly silenced by the emotion in their eyes.
"Do not argue with me on this Wimbleton," they narrowed their eyes. "You look terrible, and everyone can see it. If there is a way to get you to sleep, I will find it." Hank pouted slightly, shaking their head as they reluctantly did what the doctor told them to.
Before long, 2BDamned turned back with a bunch of things cradled in their arms. Medicine to help with sleep, sweet auras to try and relax him (like that would ever work, he was constantly tense), and even some tea that they hoped would help him.
"This is stupid, 2B." The other person didn't reply, and Hank even went silent for a little while.
They began trying everything they could. At first, he took the medicine. It seemed that after thirty minutes of waiting and lying down on the table, it didn't work after all. Quite disappointing but there were other things that could work. The second thing they tried was to light a couple of candles, and other sweet-smelling things, but it seemed after the first second of smelling it, Hank wasn't too fond of this idea.
"Too overwhelming," as they had said to the doc, who had promptly put them out. It was fine. Maybe this last thing could work? They stirred some honey in the freshly made tea (of course, Doc had made it exactly the way Hank liked it) and handed the cup to him.
After a few minutes, the question stirred once more. "Do you feel tired yet?"
The same answer was given.
No.
2BDamned sighed, putting a palm to their forehead. There had to be something that could work. Anything! Hank was getting restless, they could tell, and after a few seconds of thinking, the mercenary hopped off the table, barely able to keep himself up. "Listen, thanks for tryin' Doc, but it just isn't gonna—"
"I GOT IT!" 2BDamned suddenly yelled out. Hank cringed backward a little, freaked out by the sudden loudness of his friend.
"Lay back down, but this time, on your stomach," Doc instructed, their mind racing with thoughts of whether this 'technique' of theirs had often times worked on them when they were younger. "I also need you to take your jacket off. Your shirt, too, if you're comfortable with it."
Hank hesitated slightly, before succumbing to their orders, taking off the top layers of his clothes and laying down with their head resting on their arms. "Like this?" they questioned softly, feeling incredibly vulnerable.
2BDamned could see all the scars that Hank had gotten over the years, the ones that were healed, the ones that were... getting there, and the ones that downright just looked awful. "Mhmm, that's perfect. I'm going to start now, okay?"
Hank nodded, closing his eyes to possibly help with what the doc was trying to do. But there was no way in hell they could've prepared for what they were going to do to him. Doc's fingers traced over his back softly, the gloved parts of their hand gliding across his scarred skin.
"Hng—" Hank repressed the urge to make any noise. He was shaking a little and his body seemed to grow tenser. Doc only smirked, finding the other's reactions endearing. The mercenary's fists clenched together as they hid their face in the crook of their arm, small breaths of what seemed to be laughter flowing out of their mouth.
"This used to work on me all the time," Doc explained quietly. "It would calm me right down. I used to have nightmares and had problems getting to sleep too, y'know but when someone would rub their hands on my back, it felt amaz— Hank, are you okay? You're not as calm as I thought you'd be."
The doctor paused their explanation as the man's laughter got a little louder, their fingers now circling a sensitive scar near his hip. Hank nodded. "I-I'm good, Dohohoc," they chuckled out, trying to hold back all reactions. The doctor's eyes widened as they finally figured out what was happening, a smirk growing under their masked face.
"Seems someone's a bit ticklish, huh? Don't worry, I'll keep it soft," Doc whispered, their fingers drawing random shapes on his back as they let out a few chuckles themself. The sensations kept switching back from being soothing to unbearably ticklish. It kept throwing Hank off a little every time they moved their fingers, but he couldn't deny that it did help a little. Well, maybe more than a little.
"D-Dohohon't tehehease me," Hank grumbled through soft giggles. 2BDamned was relishing in the noises they were hearing from the usually stoic mercenary. Their fingers trailed upward to his shoulder blades but suddenly stopped, watching the other flip over, his eyes widened. "N-Not thehehere, p-plehehease," they whined, their shoulders tense. "I c-cahahan't tahahake it."
2BDamned nodded, laughing along with the other. "Fine, fine, I'll stay low, alright?" They watched the taller man flip back over, still dissolving into giggles even though they weren't touching him. It was cute. Too cute, they caught themselves thinking as their hands descended on him again, gently stroking the lower part of his back, right above scars that had healed. "But since you're not tryin' to kill me, I have to assume that you like this."
Hank said nothing as his entire face turned red, the small breathy laughs still escaping from his mouth. The way his fingertips danced wasn't an unwelcome feeling. They weren't a physical person normally, avoiding people's touches like the plague, but there was something about the way Doc was doing it that made him completely melt. Even if he was giggling hysterically during the process of it. "I sahahhah- said, don't tehease me," Hank grumbled, clearing his throat as his words started to slur together. It was clear that it was working.
"I'm not teasing you. I'm stating a clear fact." Doc replied, pressing into the soft flesh of his back with medium intensity, watching the other tense up for a minute before relaxing again. "I'm glad something worked out for you. I know how hard it is for you to sleep normally. Especially considering all these scars. Must've been hard to heal from, huh, Hank?" They asked but was surprised when they got no reply.
"Hank?" The doctor took their hands off of them, leaning over to see a sight that they'd never seen before.
Hank was finally asleep.
2BDamned let out a small huff, removing their mask as a faint outline of a smile traced their features. They picked up the somewhat-light man, carrying him off to his room.
Ooooh boy off we go. Some of these it was a matter of "which thing do I choose?" Because there are so many.
1. the character everyone gets wrong
I mean. Everyone, one way or another. I have seen a LOT of "character gets reduced to one trait and that's it that's all that's going on here"
Including in canon 😔
16. you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)
Oh ho ho. I'm going to go ahead and get myself in trouble here. I've got a LIST.
Dom Spencer Reid. I'm sorry. Just. No. Pls stop.
The idea that Aaron Hotchner is anything but The most boring man in the bedroom. I am sorry girlies but that is one very boring and vanilla man. My condolences.
To follow points one and two, I should remark I am not horny for either of those two characters. Which many many many people are. Y'all have fun but I don't get it. Prentiss on the other hand--
The tendency (not unique to CM fandom) to take a ship, make the two characters so OOC they may as well not be themselves except by name, and carry on. C'mon just make an OC. It's free and it's fun. I have done this that's why I recommend it I like a bit of OOC fic myself but you have to eventually go "well that's a whole different fucking person right there". It's a fuzzy line. But it's there.
I am realizing that perhaps the rest of my Bitch List would get me in more trouble than I would like. Perhaps another day.
25. common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing
Oh most of them. I've been around too long, so all fandom bitching sounds the same and I tend to tune it out. If I had to pick one the "why wasn't [ship] canon!? It should have been!" Y'all please. I had to deal with one of my ships dancing briefly before 50% of it left for half a world away. It's never gonna be canon. Also. Look at canon. Look what canon did. You don't WANT your fav ship to be canon.
And actually, upon further thought, another one: I've seen an uptick in "why isn't there more fic content catered to ME?"
Well that's because fic isn't created for you, generally. It is something someone lovingly crafted and chose to share. If it doesn't quite suit your taste, move on. Or create your own! It's fun and delightful. I will admit this is a factor in my not really posting. My shit is NICHE and I know it.
25. “It’s only weird if you make it weird. Don’t - and you made it weird. Great.”
i also decided to post this on ao3! click here to view it
Beetles are Friends, Not Food
Ted wasn’t a fool, he knew that this version of Booster was older. From the way his hair was thinning, to the newfound sense of purpose in the way he presented himself, and even a twinge of sadness in his smile.
This was far from the first time an older Booster had appeared in front of him, but before, he’d always been alone.
A little girl - maybe around ten or eleven, with red hair pulled into two cute pigtails, and an oversized sweater halfway down her legs - was running up to Ted. He didn’t know this girl, but from the way Booster was standing a few feet away, hand covering a grin as he watched on, Ted wasn’t too worried.
“Hey,” He greeted, bending at the knees so that they were eye level. He spoke in a little higher voice, as he always did when addressing kids, “This is a nice surprise. And who might you be?”
“Mikey told me I could come meet you if I ate all my vegetables!” The girl cheered, jumping up on her tip toes.
Ted raised his eyebrow at Booster, who walked forward to stand behind the girl. “This is Rani, my, er, daughter? Ish. From the future.”
Ted’s eyebrow went even further as he looked between the two of them. “Ish?”
“She’s from the 30th century,” Booster explained, looking fondly down at the girl beside him. “We were both there when Daxam exploded, and she peed on me, so how could I not take her in?” He ruffled Rani’s hair, teasing, and then looked back up at Ted. “Please don’t make it weird.”
“Why would I make it weird?” Ted asked, hand on his chest as he faked offense, even as his heart melted at the sight of his best friend. Booster smiled at him, wide and beaming. Every time Ted saw that smile, it was like the first. Still the most beautiful smile he’d ever seen.
So it was very important that he impressed Rani.
Ted looked around frantically. What could he do? What did he like as a kid? What would have impressed him.
He hurried over to a nearby tree. Yes, perfect.
Holding a small beetle in his palm - a black one, unfortunately not blue - he walked back over to Rani and showed it to her. Ted grinned, “Watch this,” and then proceeded to swallow the beetle whole.
“Ewwww!” Rani looked away, but she was giggling excitedly.
“Great, you made it weird,” Booster accused, putting a hand on Rani’s shoulder, but he, too, had laughter lines crinkling around his eyes. Oh, the lengths Ted would go to see Booster laugh. But could you really blame him? It was the most wondrous laugh in the world.
“You shouldn’t have expected any less,” Ted beamed and tried not to think about how he’d swallowed a live bug.
“You’re right, sometimes I just forget-” Booster quickly stopped himself, eyes suddenly glistening with despair. Ted wanted to ask, what? What did he forget? Was Ted different in the future? Did something happen to him? Is that why Rani didn’t know him in the future? But as soon as the frown had fallen, it lifted, and Booster’s standard, dazzling features returned.
“Forget what?” Ted asked, still curious.
Booster waved absently and gave a sad smile. “We should get going. Saving the universe and all that.” It was phrased as more of a joke, but Ted knew it wasn’t. This version of Booster was older, more responsible. He probably was going to save the universe, and Ted was proud of him, proud of the man he’d become, and he couldn’t wait to watch it all happen.
☛ GET INSIDE YOUR CHARACTER’S HEAD! aka The Excessively Detailed Headcanon Meme
Okay, here we go. Again, this is long, so it's under read more
39: Would you say that they have a superiority-complex? Inferiority-complex? Neither?
Neither, he knows that he is relatively strong, and knows there are people stronger than him. So there’s no point in trying to make up for things he does or doesn’t have.
40: How misanthropic are they?
Answered here
41. Hobbies?
Flying, meeting new people, hanging out with friends and traveling.
42. How far did they get in formal education? What are their views on formal education vs self-education?
Considering when he grew up, schools were really an option for him. He basically has no formal education except in very basic skills like math, science, reading and writing (but in Latin). Formal education now makes it much easier to learn then self-education. But he doesn't put as much emphasis as everyone else and he does still value self-education.
43. Religion?
He does believe in a higher power, life after death, and divine punishment, he does not belong to one religion. He still has issues with many religions, including the idea that a kind father like how a kind and loving God has restrictions on his love based on things like religion.
44. Superstitions or views on the occult?
Very much believes them, mostly because he has met with the beings in charge of these supernatural forces and he knows that it is not a force to be reckoned with. However, he almost laughs how humans treat it cause they're such children playing with their father's gun.
45. Do they express their thoughts through words or deeds?
Answered here
46. If they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal?
He does not care about sex, it can be man, woman, androgynous, whatever. He doesn't care about looks, super model, average Jane, scared beyond recognition, it doesn't matter. He loves someone who is accepting, kind mostly, someone who will make him a better person and argue with him when he's doing something stupid. But one thing he would like is someone who will be with him for a long, long, long time.
47. How do they express love?
Through actions again, Lucas would be around them a lot, and always give them small kisses or signs of affection. If he is really in love with someone, he'll kiss their ring finger often, especially where they'd wear a ring. He'll always look at them softly, smile when they're around and just generally be happy that they're there. Most importantly, he will protect them no matter what, from any enemy no matter what damage to himself. He would not say "I love you" or make the first move. That's always up to the other person.
48. If this person gets into a fist fight, what is their fighting style like?
A mix of boxing and very lax. He only hits with fists, but he also doesn't put in much effort. This is because he cheats, and always use him magic to make the other trip, miss in their attacks or anything else that would help him. So with magic, and the fact he's got years of experience, he doesn't act like he's got much to worry about with most opponents.
49. Is this person afraid of dying? Why or why not?
Since he's so disconnected with the idea that he can die, he does have a little bit of fear of dying. Mostly because it's not the idea of dying he's scared of, it's the idea that his body would be destroyed but his essences would be stuck on this plane forever.
