♙ @SleepyReid ♟
⚀ Reid | He/Him | Unlabeled | 17
Spencer Reid and Quentin Smith Kinnie ⚁
Case Notes: Not very 'mobile' friendly.
Do Not Interact:
typical dni criteria, anti-neos, Proshippers, fujoshi/fundashi (fetishizers), anti-kin, Dream Stans, if you support IRL violence and/or positively discuss the harm of real people.
Additionally, do not vent to me without asking permission.Before You Interact:
I make KYS/KMS jokes (with tone tags), make 'your mom' jokes, entertain dark medias, curse heavily, and make sexual jokes quite often. I thoroughly enjoy horror media and I have friends who like mcyts (minus dream).Selfhood Quentin Smith and Spencer Reid Kinnie!Other (casual) kins/people I kin you might want to be aware of:
Felix Kranken (TWF), Sara Chidouin (YTTD), Dwight Fairfield (DBD), Junpei (ZTD), and Basil (OMORI).
Things I Love:
Criminal Minds, DBD/Dead By Daylight, Horror Analog, Nightmare On Elm Street 2010, Omori, YTTD, Zero Escape, Roleplaying (the writing kind), Puzzle Games, The Mystery Case Files/Ravenhearst Games.
People I love:
Sunny, Stan, Lemon, Felix, Lance, Noi, Cinnamon, Jasper, Spencer, Atlas, Gecko, Junie, Fritz, Forest, Feret, Zombie, J, Dino ‼
They mean the world to me!
He smiles gently. "I don't ever want you to feel alone. I lost my mom like that. I didn't stop crying about it for years. Ten, eleven, hell. All the way up until I died, when I could barely remember her. I never stopped missing her."
But his expression is entirely too warm for such a sad story.
"It hurts. I wanted you to know I know it hurts. But I don't want you to ever feel alone. I'm here for you. Jaxon's here for you, and your friends-?" He motions to the spirits. "Are here for you. I think, at the very least. So you don't ever need to feel alone."
He takes a deep breath. This was the harder part."And it hurts. If you feel like you want to cry- over Terrance, over anything. Then I want you to cry about it. I don't want you to ever feel ashamed for feeling hurt. No matter what anyone has said."
Gently, he cups Elijah's face- running his thumbs under the other's cheeks as he looks down at him. Swiping at the constant, running tears.
"You are not a crybaby for feeling things. It makes you human. It makes you alive. You're always allowed to have feelings. So if you feel like you want to cry- harder than you already are, I want you to do that. And if you want a hug, I want you to find someone who will give you that. ...I-I'll always be happy to give you that." He swallowed, then gave a soft chuckle. Shaking his head at the words he had always wanted to hear."If memories bother you, or if you want to cry- want a hug, want absolutely anything I can give you; I promise I'll provide. All you have to do is ask, and never be ashamed of asking."He takes his hands away."And for what it's worth, I think you're one of the strongest people I know. And you'll stay that way, even if you come to- us. To ask for help."
....
"...as dorky as that sounds." He grins and tilts his head, the serious words lilting into something more light hearted. Just trying to provide what little comfort he could offer.
"I have an awful habit of rambling, don't I?"