#I tried to explain that just because it was green in the pattern didn't mean I had to make it in green

[desoieur]

0. CHASER SZN ! Ꮚ J. POTTER

﹙🏆﹚─ wherein dating a quidditch player is one thing. dating james potter is another. dating him for just one day, however...?

fem reader. wc : 1.1k

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quidditch season was truly one for the books.

in the days that led up to the house cup finals, the quidditch pitch was ablaze with a fervor unseen in the days that preceded it. the air was thick with competitiveness as people clad in red, blue, yellow, or green frequented the place, watching their house’s best players flit through the air on their brooms in no-stakes practice games. with the way they cheered like their lives depended on it, you’d think these friendlies were the real deal. 

this certain fervor didn't stop at the pitch. house paraphernalia and posters of support littered the walls, at filch’s disdain; the teachers took advantage of their ability to give and take points as they pleased—slughorn had given his house’s players one too many points for things like “showing up with a clean cauldron” or “making sure the potion doesn’t bubble too much”; some students had taken to racing their brooms in the hallways; and, fabian and gideon prewett had already started their betting pool. 

hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry loved quidditch season. 

as for you? you hated it. you hated every second of it. 

for most people, quidditch season was hogwarts’ strongest contender to valentine’s day. people loved the game, and they loved the athletes. it was a pattern you and your mates had noticed. there was always a spike in athletes’ dating rumors during the first day of quidditch season.

merlin, were these people a nuisance. the third-floor defense against the dark arts room had become a forbidden zone because of them. because of the months-absent professor, the room was always empty; you shuddered thinking about the throngs of couples that took advantage of this fact.

and it didn't stop at just that room—if you were unlucky enough, you’d end up in the middle of a deserted hallway, and...

“if i see one more quidditch player in uniform snogging someone in the hallway, i'm going to start hexing people.” 

you entered the dorm room with more stomp in your step and all but slammed the door behind you. 

from her corner of the room, marlene said, “I reckon you’re just bitter, yn.” 

it was enough to piss you off entirely. 

“sodd off, marlene. just because you don’t snog meadowes in your jersey does not mean you’re not part of the demographic.”

marlene gasped. 

there was a sudden, small thud you felt at the back of your head. marlene's pillow landed at your feet. 

“can't say that, yn! I don't see you with anyone, quidditch uniform or not.”

you threw the pillow back, harder this time. struck a nerve, didn't she? a traitorous voice in your head calls. 

as marlene winded up her arm to throw the pillow back, the following words slipped out of your mouth:

“i reckon you just don't know enough, marlene.” 

the pillow fell to the ground. 

the room fell silent.

“what?!”

your thoughts echoed marlene's as she almost fell out of the bed in her haste to get to you. when she reached you, there was a certain frenzied, disbelieving look in her wide eyes, a look that you’re sure is plastered on your face. 

“you're snogging someone on the quidditch team?!” 

marlene gripped your shoulders and shook them slightly as if you were that black muggle ball that would show you the truth after every shake. your brows are furrowed, face twisted in confusion. in an attempt to save yourself from further embarrassment, you shook your head, lips parting as you tried to call your bluff and explain. 

unfortunately, marlene didn't see any of it.

“marlene, what are you yelling on about?”

you barely noticed lily enter the room, probably coming back from her nightly rounds. marlene, on the other hand, had. that was where all of her attention was at the moment—entirely away from you and your attempt at an explanation. 

“yn has a boyfriend on the quidditch team and she hasn't told us!”

lily's eyes went wide. 

“mar, stop yelling…” you could only feebly mutter. "i-"

“you’re serious?” lily asked, joining marlene on your bed—no hands on you this time.

you winced. 

“look at the girl!” marlene said. her arms traveled from your collar area to your face, where your cheeks were then squished against her palm.

“who is it?” lily asked. 

you tried to say, no one! but all that came out was a muffled “mmph-!”

“it’s sirius, isn't it?” she asked again. at this, you were aggressively shaking your head against marlene's grip—i’m not dating anyone, much less dating sirius, you screamed internally. 

marlene suddenly straightened, then whipped her head over towards lily. “that's why she looked so guilty when you asked if she was serious!”

you wanted to scream.

“oh, yn, we all knew you had a thing for the bad boy, don't try to deny—!”

you wrenched yourself free from marlene’s grasp. 

“i’m not dating sirius,” you objected. 

“who is it, then?” 

the two watched with eager eyes, waiting for your next words. 

through the cool of the dorm room, you felt a bead of sweat trickle down your forehead. you’re stuck between scylla and charybdis now. one monster is the disappointment in your friends’ eyes when they find out you were lying to them, the other monster the consequences of your actions if you do say you had a boyfriend.

pick the lesser of two evils, they say. 

“i’m dating james.”

when the words came out, you immediately felt like shoving them back in your mouth. or shoving a shoe in it. or both. you clamp your hands over your lips instead.

james potter. james fleamont potter. 

the first thing your mind thought of was, "hey, he isn't too bad", and it was true. james was really good looking, a damn good chaser, and one of the smartest people in your year. he wasn't a bad person to date at all—that is, if you actually got the chance to date him.

still, out of all the people in the gryffindor quidditch team, your mouth chose him? 

it seemed like lily and marlene shared the same sentiment. the two were still as they sat across you, as if someone had wandlessly and wordlessly petrificus totalus-ed them. 

“well, no point trying to hide it now,” you said. no point trying to back out. the monster was looming closer, and you had to face it head-on. 

“now, if you two lovely ladies will excuse me,” you started slowly inching away from them, their stunned silence giving you a perfect window to escape. “I have a boyfriend to find.”

as you all but ran out of the dorm room, a million thoughts running through your mind, you started cursing your lack of self-preservation and backbone. 

one thing was for sure—you had to find james, and a way to dig yourself out of this hole you had made for yourself. 

© DESOIEUR (2025). do not copy, steal, translate, plagiarize, or use any of my works to train AI.

note! i'm pretty new to the marauders fandom so i'm v sorry if my characterization is off (esp. lily's and marlene's) T__T love you all, lmk what u think about chaser szn's very first installation !

[avatar-anna]

Pale Green Stripes

The Professor Masterlist

this takes place during The Professor Series!

"Did you know you're the only person who never tries to interrupt me?"

"What do you mean?"

Harry and Y/n lay on the carpeted floor of her townhouse. Their shoulders touched, but that was about it. Even so, Harry could feel that tiny bit of contact throughout his entire body. The professor probably had a word for that, a scientific term to explain why just the slightest graze—not even skin against skin—sent him into a tailspin that made him have to focus extra hard on what she said.

Y/n's hands knotted together on her lap, a thing she did when she held herself back. It was as if she had to physically restrain herself some way to keep her from speaking out of turn. Harry personally never thought she did, from their first meeting at the bookstore, he'd been fascinated by her, by the things she said.

"I don't mean to...impart information on people the way that I do. It just happens sometimes," she said, her eyes gazing up at the ceiling.

Harry knew he probably should've too, but he couldn't help but look at the professor instead. Her hair fanned out around her shoulders, she wore a string of pearls around her neck and earrings made to look like Salvador Dalí's melting clocks in her ears. Her jewelry was always a mix of something professional and a little quirky, Harry came to realize, as if even at work as a professor at Cambridge University she couldn't help but have a little fun.

Her wardrobe consisted of patterned socks and cherry red Adidas shoes and fun knitted sweaters and vests. Today she merely wore a cozy navy blue sweater and a flowy white skirt, her red shoes were on a rack by the door, but she still wore her ruffled socks with embroidered roses on them.

"I don't mind it at all," he replied honestly.

Y/n blinked a couple times, then said, "I know. I was surprised at first because everyone usually cuts me off. Or walks away."

Harry frowned. He couldn't help but notice how clinically the professor spoke about the hurtful things that had been done to her. By her family, so-called colleagues, the few friends she had at work. He couldn't fathom anyone finding Y/n anything less than wonderful. She was brilliant, yes, but funny, and charismatic, and had a knack for storytelling. Harry never wanted her to stop talking. Ever.

"I like listening to you," he told her, shrugging as best he could given his current prone position.

"That's probably because you never finished school and are trying to make up for lost time."

From anyone else, that would've been a joke, a jab, but Y/n took education seriously, had mentioned it numerous times since they met.

Still, Harry chuckled. "Maybe I just like the sound of your voice. Maybe I just like hearing what you have to say. Maybe I find your lectures highly arousing."

"Edward!"

Even as he laughed with her, Harry couldn't help but feel guilty. He knew he should tell her, he should've told her months ago. His middle name fired out of his mouth before he could think the first time Y/n asked him for his name. A desire for anonymity, that was all it was. He didn't think he'd see her again outside the one time, so he thought it would be harmless. Then they did keep meeting, and he didn't have the guts to tell her, and now he was too deep in the lie to find a way out.

"What?"

Harry had never been shy about his attraction to the professor, even if he'd only seen half of her face due to the mask she wore. There was so much to appreciate about her, so much to admire, and he let his own imagination do the rest. He could've, of course, looked her up online. Y/n had mentioned something about posting educational videos online, but he thought it was only fair that if she didn't know what his entire face looked like that he didn't either.

"Why do you say stuff like that?" she asked, and even without the mask, Harry could tell she was blushing.

"Like what?"

"About me. About—about your attraction to me and how you find me—or think I'm a—"

"Yes?" Harry encouraged. He could tell there was a word or phrase she had in mind but was too embarrassed to use.

"In the 16th Century, the word bellibone was first used. It's derived from French etymology using the words belle and bonne to describe a woman who excels in both beauty and goodness. There's really only one known use in the late 1500s. A poet named Edmund Spenser, though he was from Ireland. It's fascinating how a word can be used once then ceases to exist, don't you think?"

Harry blinked, not totally prepared for the tangent, though perhaps he should've been. Grinning beneath his mask, he said, "I think it describes you perfectly."

"Edward," Y/n said, now her neck was flushed too.

"Does it make you uncomfortable?" he asked. "The compliments? The—" He might as well call it what it was—"flirting?"

"N—No."

"Because I'll stop if it does," he promised. "I just think you should know how devastating you are."

One of the professor's eyebrows quirked up in confusion. "That was an interesting choice in adjective."

But it was the perfect one. Harry knew he couldn't be with Y/n the way he wanted when she didn't know the truth about who he was, and he couldn't risk losing her if he finally told her. Perhaps it was unfair to play at something he knew he couldn't have, but part of him wanted Y/n to know that she was desirable, that she was more than what her intellect offered. Sure, Harry found her intelligence sexy as all get out, but she was also beautiful, and funny, and kind, and he didn't think anyone had ever complimented more than just her brain.

He would spend an entire day complimenting her if he had the time, or if she let him.

But while Y/n was confident in many things, romantic feelings weren't one of them. Despite the obstacles he put in his own way, Harry didn't think the professor was quite ready to hear how much he really liked her.

"Tell me something."

"Like what?" Y/n asked.

"Anything," Harry said, facing her and propping his head in his hand. "A book you read, something that fascinates you, your least favorite student, anything."

She narrowed her eyes at him as she positioned her body to face his. "I don't have a least favorite student."

"I don't believe you," he replied, narrowing his eyes back playfully.

Y/n scanned his face, then up and down his body. It was casual, though Harry noticed that her gaze lingered in places—his arms, his shoulders, his face. He wore a mask, but he tried to suppress his grin anyway. Then, before he could tease her more, her eyes lit up.

"Did you know the stripe pattern originated in the Middle Ages?"

He never knew, but she always prefaced her information the same way. "Did it?"

Nodding to the green striped shirt Harry wore, she said, "Stripes were used to identify social outcasts. Prostitutes, criminals, hangmen, clowns and jugglers; they all had to wear stripes so they were easily recognizable in regular society."

"Clowns?"

"Outcasts and people who were...not society's favorites, like court jesters and such. European governments even legalized the requirement of certain citizens to wear stripes. Though now, of course, stripes are popular due to Coco Chanel wearing a striped shirt similar to French sailor uniforms, which, you know, sailors were also usually the lowest rank of the French navy. Then stripes began appearing in women's activewear in the 1920s, Al Capone began wearing pinstriped suits, and the rest is history. A long, brutal history, obviously, seeing as prisoners were later forced to wear striped uniforms, and prisoners in concentration camps during World War Two, but—there you have it. A brief, slightly detailed history of the stripe."

Harry looked down at his long sleeved shirt, the thin pale green and white striped that lined his arms and torso. "Not sure if I'll be able to wear stripes again, but... that's really fascinating."

"Thought you might like that," Y/n said with a shrug.

Harry tilted his head questioningly. "Why do you say that?"

"You like clothes."

He didn't question how she knew that. With her background, Y/n seemed to know things about him that she just happened to observe. It was a little disconcerting at first, but he came to appreciate that he didn't have to pretend around her. No airs, no personas, none of the things he'd become so accustomed to in recent years. The professor might not have known about Harry's career, but she knew him in ways no one else did.

"Well," he said, playfully sighing at his shirt. "Guess I'm never wearing stripes again."

Y/n's eyes squinted and her mask scrunched a little, the way they always did when she smiled. With an unmistakable glint in her eye, the adorable one she always got when Harry indulged in her. "Wait until you hear about polka dots!"

Harry sighed, a mix of exasperation and amusement making him chuckle a little. "Tell me more, love."

[rootspiral]

Agatha All Along deep dive: episode 8 part 5

(Wandavision entries: [1][2][3])

(AAA entries: ep1 [1][2][3][4] ep2 [1][2][3][4] ep3 [1][2][3] ep4 [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][+1] ep5 [1][2][3][4][5] ep6 [1][2][3] ep7 [1][2][3][4][5][6] ep8 [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][8][9] ep9 [1][2][3][4][5][6])

We're on to the new moon phase and Green Witch trial. On a side note, I finally found out why the order of the trials didn't make sense to me! Or rather, I found a reddit post explaining it because I'm not that smart on my own: the moon phases form a pentagram! How cool is that?

billy has learned that their green witch is none other than Death, so they wake up in a morgue. like alice said, the Road isn't subtle.

this trial is not for rio though - she was never part of the Road. there's nothing green here, the light is blue and pink and purple, like billy, jen and agatha. and how apt for billy to wake up in a body bag, considering he's a reanimated corpse.

agatha of course complains about what she's wearing

whenever agatha finds herself in a dicey situation she has to crack jokes and posture and look uncaring. billy and jen can express their genuine fear, agatha will swallow it down and beat it back with a stick and choke on it rather than showing an inch of vulnerability

technically they've been under her basement this whole time

I hope someone has compiled a list of all the Wizard of Oz quotes in this show, seriously there's so many

yes you are! this show keeps being so clever. out of death, life.

agatha you made a whole baby from scratch with rio, keep up! if you were any good at metaphors this trial would have been over already

the brooch is always her priority. I find it so interesting that it belonged to her mother too, it symbolizes both evanora and nicky, it's a generational (literally maiden mother crone) curse that she tried and failed to break and reclaim

jen checking if she has any healing water left. she doesn't, it would have been too easy.

this clown is so scared fr

aaand of course she starts tormenting people around her. her behavioral patterns are so predictable once you start noticing

you don't know how many times I facepalm watching and screencapping this show. all thanks to the stuff agatha says or does.

I didn't even try to save alice really gets me. she didn't. she stood by and watched as agatha killed her. she was too engulfed in her own self-preservation and her hatred.

alice's and lilia's examples have made an enormous difference.

agatha has never met a genuine honest emotion without wanting to bury it with sarcasm

they are all so fed up with her!

this is billy doing exactly what he's been doing in every trial: oversimplifying complex issues. alice needs to sing a song to solve her mommy issues! lilia can wear silly costumes and learn to accept her identity! agatha can just chat with nicky via ouija board, that'll solve that whole can of worms! and jen can totally get over the horrible abuse she's been trough if she believes in herself hard enough. the real magic was in you all along, jennifer!

billy's heart is absolutely in the right place, but he's been playing with people feelings and he has a lot to learn still.

jen very rightly points out that that would mean she wasted the last century. it's a matter of nuance, you know? billy still thinks of trauma as something that you can snap out of if you're strong enough, trivializing the actual time and willpower and work and pain it takes. jen did not waste a century, jen needed a century to come to terms with what happened. healing takes time and it's not straightforward. sometimes it's simply impossible.

and also, the implication that jen should just snap out of it and find her own strength completely erases what agatha and the doctor did to her, it places responsibility only on her shoulders. jen is a VICTIM. jen was violated. I'm glad the show negates billy's input and has jen confronting agatha head on.

why DOES agatha admit her guilt now? because she does it on purpose, mark my words, agatha has always ulterior motives. look how dramatic she's being about it! she's been pacing this place like a lion in a cage, trying to find a way out. like I said, she is predictable, she is doing exactly what she just did with billy on the Road: she throws a bomb and hope it'll get them unstuck.

and also, idk if agatha already knew she was the one who bound jen or if she just found out this moment, but I'll tell you what: she feels FUCKING GUILTY. we've been shown time and time again that agatha feels guilt for all the fucked up shit she did. as agnes she was genuinely distraught about wanda's death. hell, she doesn't want to face nicky because she can't justify what she did to him and to his memory.

agatha respects the shit out of jen, even if she'd swallow her tongue before admitting it. you know that guilt is eating her alive.

incredible work from sasheer here. it's rage, it's exasperation, it's disbelief, it's one hundred years of pain.

btw I'm still working on my essay about agatha and internalized misogyny. yes, it has turned into a full blown essay by now. I'm probably going to call it Agatha and the Patriarchy or something of the sort, because, like, look at this shit.

jen is wearing her heart on her sleeve right now, she's vomiting all of her emotions. agatha is deflecting and deflecting and deflecting. this is where we start, this unbalance between them. look at how the scene evolves.

jen initiates the unbinding ritual, and she knows it by heart. how many times has she pictured doing this to the person who bound her?

agatha tries to make it sexual, and look, let's not mince words. I keep saying violation, but there's a clear metaphor for rape here. that agatha would go there is nothing short of despicable.

agatha tries to look away. jen grabs her and makes her look.

agatha squirms. jen grows more and more emotional.

as jen goes through the ritual, agatha grows somber. she cannot escape anywhere, she cannot joke or deflect, jen has literally tied her up and forced her to look her in the eyes, witness her tragedy, face what she did.

on her tarot card agatha holds up her hands, like she's begging - for power, knowledge, love, forgiveness. she's always begging, always searching, always hungry. but everything she tries to hold she crushes. she holds nothing.

sasheer.

this is not jen finding magic inside herself, this is very clearly, very deliberately jen wrestling back her agency from agatha. you hold nothing, you are a pathetic, wretched little woman and I won't allow you to hold power over me any longer, you don't deserve it, you're not worth to take any more space in my existence.

and I love that she just leaves. she never comes back to bail agatha out of the trial, she's not asked to be the bigger person or to forgive and forget. alice forgave agatha, lilia did. jen doesn't, and she has every right not to.

I'm not going to attempt a discourse about race here, I'm white and I don't have the background, language or authority for it. I can only ask you to listen to what black women have to say and read articles and books on the subject (i recommend White Feminism by Koa Becks.) (also, do add to this conversation!) i'm just gonna say that if I could change one thing about the finale or the show in general, I'd give more breath and weight to jen's story - the way things were shaped, jen's trial was only minimally about her, and her big moment in the finale, while undoubtedly nice, is still too little too late compared to what alice and lilia had. at least she's still alive, so I guess there's still hope that the stars will align and we'll get some more consistent and fulfilling writing for her in the future.

I know this is first and foremost a show about agatha and, like the old tumblr wisdom says, if you try to tackle too many issues you'll just turn into glee. Still, jen's story deserved to be handled more carefully.

go to episode 8 part 6

[cindersnows]

i think as viewers we find it easy to sit back and judge each character until their motivations are explained to us in detail like with purple and king and chosen. even with victim its fairly easy to guess a portion of why she is doing this. and that's partially because avam is just made to be like that so all audiences can understand it and why the characters do what they do, and also partially because it's a little difficult to do more subtle storytelling when you can only express character feelings through their body language (and the body language has to be fairly exaggerated so that everyone can understand how the character is feeling).

so then as a result when we see green falling deep into the hole of social media it's easy to scoff and judge and say come on green, do better. we see it as him just getting too cocky again- look at green with his ego and his need to seem cool, he's sucking up to people again so he can get validation. and people understand that, they're even comparing his arc to purple, but they're forgetting to actually see things from his point of view.

like yeah. green was mean to yellow! and that was a kind of assholey thing to do, agreeing with people when they say yellow didn't do much. but like people do stupid shit all the time, especially to get approval. green hearting mean comments wasn't him on his villain arc, he probably barely thought about it. haven't you ever done anything without thinking or made a joke in bad taste. honestly it's a little ironic how quick people were to jump on him when he did something kind of mean, it reminded me of actual cancel culture! fascinating shit. we really are a part of the story.

anyways green started off as the weakest. he tries his best to be good at other things, first building, then music, but for some reason whenever he does well in something his friends get jealous or upset. (he pours himself into that thing and unintentionally ignore s or snaps at his friends--- its a repeating pattern at this point). it's mostly because their competitive spirit, something which is seen in a lighthearted manner but has gotten them killed or hurt on multiple occasions and i feel like they're going to have to address that at some point. whenever green sets boundaries, they're ignored, even if cg think they're just acting in the greater good.

hell, even purple, we've barely seen them interact after s3- who's to say purple wouldn't just scoff at him as well? she's already not very experienced with actual friendships (based on the way they just expected green to brush the betrayal off in parkour, they acted more like it was a small disagreement than a full on issue), so he may just assume this is how friends are.

basically the point of this is to say, no one ever celebrates his success. obviously he's competitive with his friends too, but having been at the bottom of the group from the start, he's visibly very insecure about this stuff, and having people attempt to kick him down during every success he gets (which he works very hard for) will lead to him needing validation from elsewhere. clearly, social media is supposed to give him this.

but like someone in the community pointed out, now he's appealing to hundreds of thousands of people instead of just 5 or 6. the praise is awesome, but seeing that people still have criticism of him just makes him throw himself into his work even more. it also probably functions as a form of escapism for him; he's so busy working, editing, writing, he barely even notices that his friends are avoiding him. it's possible he's purposely using youtube as a way to ignore his gut. anyways, blue's still willing to hang out and record with him, so what's the issue? (it's not as if blue is the least confrontational of the cg lol)

i have. been in this exact position. the moment you make anything, you're looking straight at the numbers. it becomes what you think of in the morning and during the creation process. you're skimming comments for keywords--- good, bad, more, less, etc. you listen even when you don't mean to. yeah maybe the guy was a little mean about one of my friends but ultimately it's just constructive criticism! it's not like she'll see this anyway. it's fine.

and yeah green needs to stop being so obsessive but i think he deserves to break down first. like what ash said--- he expresses his negative emotions the least out of everyone, he barely takes breaks, it's going to come crashing down. and i think when cg confront him about his behaviour he deserves to yell at them for the way he gets treated. it really hurts when all you are is the butt of the joke even when they mean it in a lighthearted way. if the arc just ends with green being knocked down a peg as usual, i will be very fucking upset because he's literally already at the bottom of the ladder, what more do you want?

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Hanley Waters: Part Two

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.9k

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Summary: Evaluations are here, and Hotch needs to make sure where everywhere is after Emily's death. You were able to busy yourself with the case in Tampa, but now you have to face reality and speak your mind.

Season Six Masterlist

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If any warnings exceed the normal deaths/kills from the show, I will list them.

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And happen it did. Not even hours later, there is another shooting. This time, it's at one of the checkpoints that the police have set up all over town. Only one officer was shot and another was nearly run down by the unsub. She was stopped and wasn't pulling forward so the officer who was shot approached her car. From what you can see on her face that's becoming clearer every time you connect with her energy, she's in full panic mode. Not panic like she'll get caught but panic for someone else. Panic like a mother would have.

The officer tried getting her out of the car when she shot him and almost ran over the other officer.

"The officer is in critical condition."

"Did anyone get a plate?"

"No, just a partial description. Teal green wagon. This woman opens fire in broad daylight at a police checkpoint."

Hotch takes out his phone and calls Penelope.

"She's desperate. This was an act of survival. Where does this road lead?" Rossi asks.

"I-275. Florida Highway Patrol has traffic cams all the way to St. Pete. She won't get far."

"Two EMTs just got shot in Oakford Park," Hotch says.

"Where is that?"

"It's the opposite direction. She went back?"

"She's on a mission."

"Hotch, I think she's a mother. She's hurting like she lost something no mother should ever have to lose. A child," you say.

"I think you're right."

You head back to the station with Hotch, Rossi, and Thiers to meet up with the rest of the team.

"Her emotional turmoil appears to be manifesting in the geographic pattern of her spree. There's a reason why she hasn't left." Spencer pulls out the map he's been working on. "Her first was the gun store in west Tampa, then the security guard in Ybor City, then the officer at the checkpoint in Riverside Heights, then finally the EMTs in Oakford Park."

"There's no logic. She circled back after getting through a roadblock. She's driven purely by emotion. She doesn't care about self-preservation or escape. It's like she has nothing to live for."

"She suffered a loss and she's blaming someone else for it," you say. "My guess is she lost a child whether that be in death or because the child was taken from her."

There is enough for a profile, so Chief Thiers gathers his men and women to hear what your team has to say.

"We're looking for a white female between the ages of thirty and forty driving a teal green station wagon. The only thing that matters is her behavior which is random. She's all over the place. She could have escaped through that roadblock, but she circled back instead. This tells us she's got a score to settle. Here. Today."

"Like what?" Chief Thiers asks.

"When emotional decisions drive an unsub, it's usually connected to an incredible loss, the idea that there's nothing to live for. We believe that this woman's been through the devastating loss of a child," Hotch says.

"She woke up this morning, loaded up with bullets, and stole a gun. That is not a typical Wednesday. Today means something to her. She's been lashing out at the hero, and we believe that's because she feels deeply betrayed by the one who let her down."

"The fact that her anger seems to be focused on first responders instead of hospital personnel or doctors indicates that her child probably didn't die of natural causes. Most likely it was some kind of accident. If so, she believes he should have been saved but wasn't," you explain. "Rage like this has been built up over time, possibly years. It's debilitating. She probably hasn't been a functioning member of society since the loss of her child."

"This rampage was her final attempt to be heard. What she started ends today."

Not to your surprise, there are reports of another shooting, and Hotch puts the news on the TV.

"Police say this dangerous suspect has left a trail of blood behind her. After wounding an officer at a roadblock, she circled back and fired at two paramedics. Luckily she missed, keeping her body count at five. A source inside the Tampa PD told us FBI profilers have been brought in to help witht he investigation."

"We need to try to communicate with this woman directly," Hotch says.

"She's not talking. She's just shooting."

"She feels ignored," you say. "The media is sensationalizing the story. She'll continue to respond violently to regain control."

"She shot a cop. The men she's targeted are my responsibility."

"You asked for our help. Let us do our job." Hotch looks at you. "I want you to talk to her."

"Me?"

"You're our best bet. She's emotional and no one knows emotions better than you."

He's right but that doesn't mean you have to like it. Still, you put on a brave face and stand in front of the press once the conference is called. Hotch stands next to you as a sort of moral support, but this one is all on you.

"My name is Y/N with the FBI. Our team has come from Quantico, Virginia because we want to talk to you. We know that you have a personal message that you need to share with the world. All we ask is that you stop hurting people because we are listening." You look up from the cards and decide just to speak from the heart. "I know you're hurting like no one should be hurting. No mother should have to go through what you're going through. I need you to know that you are not alone. I know right now it seems like the whole world is against you but we're not. You see him everywhere, don't you? You hear him calling out to you. I'm here to tell you that it's normal to feel what you're feeling but if you don't want to feel this pain anymore, please call us at 1-800-555-0140. We will help you."

"Aren't we gonna get flooded by people calling that number?" Ashley asks from the sidelines.

"I am hawkeyeing the cell towers in her comfort zone. If anyone calls from there, I will know first and fast," Penelope responds.

An hour passes, then it turns to two. You're sitting in the police station trying your best to focus on the case. It's hard when all that's on your mind is Emily.

"There have been no leads on the hotline and no sign of her vehicle," Chief Thiers sighs.

"This woman obviously has a plan. The only clear decision she made this morning was walking into that gun store. There are eight of them in her comfort zone. Why choose that one?"

"Convinence," Ashley shrugs. "Maybe it's close to where she lives."

"If we're saying this morning is when she was the most clear-headed, then it was a conscious decision to walk into that particular store."

Penelope calls and Derek patches her through on speakerphone.

"I have hundreds of teal wagons. None of the registrations match the physical description of our unsub."

"What about the gun store?"

"I searched the entire history of Larry's gun shop. Nothing of significance has ever happened there aside from this morning's massacre. On top of that, those six hundred plus registered .38 owners bought them all over the city, so we're pretty much screwed unless you can think of some other kind of connection."

"This date means something to her. Pen, we profiled that it was a major loss. Run accident reports. Look for young victims. She seems to be going after heros like paramedics."

"I'm doing that now, but this will take forever. Tampa's got almost half a million people. Everybody's got a story. How am I even supposed to..." She pauses. "Oh. My superskills just squelched my pessimism. I have a couple of accidents here that happened in the last few years on or around today's date. Please hold while I deduce. This looks promising. Okay, there was a high-speed traffic chase in West Tampa last year. A policeman was killed."

"Who were they chasing?"

"Hanley Waters."

"Maybe he's the target."

"Can't be. He's in jail. He started a whole mess because he decided to do an armed robbery at a liquor store, and then have a high-speed car chase with the cops. Oh, there's video. It's three hundred and sixty-five days ago to the dot. I'm sending this to your tablets. Observe and prepare yourself."

You grab a tablet and watch the high speed chase from an arial view. Hanley runs a red light and smashes into a car that is in the middle of the intersection going a different direction.

"Who got hit?"

"Shelly Chamberlain. She was unhurt. Her six-year-old Damion died."

"That's her," you say.

"Today is... Damion's birthday."

"Your son enters and leaves your life on the same date. That's one hell of a stressor," Rossi sighs. "It explains why she went on her spree today. All the good and bad memories are hitting her at once."

"To add salt to it all, the fallen policeman was the only one who got any attention. Damion was like a footnote."

"If Shelly is our unsub and the man who caused this is in jail, then who's her target?"

"It might be Damion's father," you say. "If I had to guess, they were a happy family before this. She got hit and lost her son, and that ruined her marriage. They get divorced and he moves on while she's still stuck in the past. She's angry at her ex-husband for doing what she can't. It's just a guess though."

"It's a good guess," Hotch says. "Garcia, what's Shelly's marital status?"

"Don Chamberlain, city firefighter. He filed for divorce three months ago."

"He could be the next target of her rage, the man who didn't bear witness to her grief."

"Morgan and Y/N, you find him. Dave and I will go to Shelly's house."

Hotch and Rossi find the box of bullets that Shelly owns, but Don must have taken the gun when he moved out. Not only that, but the mirrors in the house have all been smashed. She can't stand to look at herself. She's guilty for surviving when her son didn't. She's got tired of waking up to feeling guilt, worthlessness, and hopelessness.

Though, her son's room is immaculate. Nothing has been touched. She can't bear to walk into that room. She can't let go.

When you get to Don's house with Spencer and Derek, you see Shelly's car in the driveway but Don's car is gone. She must have left with him somewhere.

"She beats us here and moved with him in his car. Why didn't she just kill him? She didn't travel with any of her other victims," you say.

"He must play some part in the fantasy of her rage. She wants to punish him for something."

You head inside and frown at the lack of pictures around. Don really doesn't want to remember the past.

"There is not a single reminder of Damion anywhere in this house. Do you think Don moved on already?"

"Would you after a year?" you ask.

"Look at this." You and Derek look at Spencer who is playing something on the TV. It's a video of the family including Damion. There is music where there should be talking. He most likely did it to cover his wife's voice. "Don edited it together and he put music to it. This is how he grieved."

"Yeah, but she wouldn't know that. She might force him to grieve the same way she does."

"Where? Their son's grave?" With a little more digging around, you come across a box of memories, all with Damion. Movie stub tickets, pictures, toys he loved. Everything about him. "Look at this." Inside is a bunch of receipts for the same restaurant. "It looks like they celebrated their son's third, fourth, and fifth birthday at Sir Burger."

"Her day is coming to an end, and today's an anniversary. That's gotta be where she's going. Let's go."

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[dandadananalysis]

Turbo Granny Arc pt.1.2/4

Part 1: Episode 1/Chapter 1

Part 2: Episode 2/Chapter 2

Part 3: Episode 3/Chapter 3+4 [post credit: Bonus Vol.1 Chapter 5]

Part 4: Episode 4/ Chapter 5-8 (first 3/4) [1/4 rest is for AS arc]

(Sorry for pausing the first part 1.1)

Let's continue part 1.2 of episode 1/ chapter 1!

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(chotto matte... isn't this more like a review/spoiler of the episode rather than an analysis...)

That's when he started to explained why he believed in aliens. He didn't have any friends because of his nerdy face and seemed untalkative. So he really tried to believe in aliens, even trying to call them but failed

(Fun fact: the hospital he stood on trying to call aliens is the same hospital that Momo went!)

He ready to give his body to the aliens, but if they are trying to hurt Momo, his first friend, that is unacceptable! So he is ready to sacrifice his body to Turbo Granny if it means to save Momo!

(Wow what a gentleman :3)

But eventually, going all-out meaning that he already reached his limit (he's a human after all...), that just give Granny a chance to easily taken over his body.

Meanwhile, the Serpos were trying to hypnotize her when all sudden, she just had flashbacks of when she was with her grandma doing the ritual. That's when she realizes, she actually regrets saying bad stuffs to her grandma.

Some how, when she remembered what her grandma taught her about the ritual, all of the sudden, she just beamed out her green aura and the surroundings cracked and explodes!

From blue, the whole area around her become green, that's when you know, green mint is taking the spotlight!

That's when we know, she has hidden psychic power!

What amazed us is that the Serpos' telekinesis powers don't match her ability! Probably because they are not the same soundwaves, her powers can nullify their power! After all, technology can't match supernatural abilities.

SPOILERS!!! I want you to remember this detail, because this is proof for the future chapters/episodes!

(I won't spoil this yet, but if you are a true fan of Dandadan, you might know what I'm talking about!)

She used her powers and kicked them outta here! That's when she knew the truth, she announced: "Grandma was a real spirit medium!"

(Why our boy being cursed so funny, lah :))))

Is this kick kinda similiar?...

The same kick she hit her ex-bf, except the latter one has more strength and will power!

(matte, I realize something, Tatsu-sensei may purposely draw Momo's hair seemed short, but actually, her hair is longer than we might think!)

(There is this scene that the manga actually didn't make it clear: When the spaceship is broken, the anime made it clear that it was actually a moon in disguise!)

After she kicked the Serpos, Momo's aura was gone, the whole screen seemed to turn into gray color, except Turbo Granny.

Then out of control, Granny has trying to attack her! She used her power to drag Granny out of Occult-kun but realized that she only dragged Granny out, not the curse!

(oh, her aura is back!) (one hella scene out there!)

(Wait, if you look at Granny's true form, her eyes' pattern kinda look like an endless deep hole, right?)

Granny told them that if they want to take his "body part" (kintama and the "we-nee"), return to the abandoned tunnel/bridge.

After that, the whole spaceship fell because running out of engine, and no one is driving it :)))

They managed to escaped, and they both now admitted that aliens and ghosts are real. I mean, Occult-kun was cursed by a high-level spirit, Momo was abducted by aliens.

(the anime made them look less worse :))

Then, after those 2 having some coversation abt clothes and other stuffs, our boy is too generous! Ready to lend his uniform to Momo, even telling her to go home while he would return to the tunnel.

But since being a gyaru, Momo has a strong personality. She wouldn't let that happen! So they decided to get going together, but first, go home, get dressed, and be prepared!

And then we have this SCENE!!!!

AND THEN THISSSSSS!!!!!

"What's your name?"

"Takakura Ken" (welp exactly what Momo wants)

And then, your choice of how you think what happen next.

Stunning Momo

Part 2: Episode 2/Chapter 2 analysis coming up next year!

The characters' profile, or hidden cool facts will be found once I found out some good stuffs on the Internet/Facebook!

Yeah, that is the End of the First part!

[ryuichirou]

Re: Gaslighter Rook. I wanna preface this by saying ofc people are free to hc whatever they want but I have some issues with what the other person said and how dismissive they acted about the whole thing. I apologize if this invites drama or discourse, that is absolutely not my intention, I moreso just want to share the other side's point of view for the sake of balance since you said you don't mind civil discussion even if we disagree. Firstly, yes a lot of the arguments for this come from the labcoat vignette. However, it is not all just because of one line. In the same vignette, Rook tells Vil he can't trust his own eyes because Rook knows him better than Vil knows himself which is a very common gaslighter tactic. He then further mentions that people will leave him unless he does what Rook tells him to and puts down the "me or everyone else" argument. Rook further tries to undermine Vil's ability to trust other people in Vil's dorm vignette by saying the other dorm members would never appreciate Vil's efforts for them even if they knew about them – a blatant lie that however still makes Vil withdraw from talking to them about it. During Vil's overblot, Rook refuses to give Vil personal space while he's having a mental breakdown and repeatedly asserts that Vil "doesn't deserve" it as well as claiming to be responsible for punishing him. After VDC, Rook not only claims that his vote was the deciding one despite having no way of knowing that but also claims it was the objectively correct thing to do as, again, Vil didn't deserve to win, simply because having a mental breakdown is ugly (since he was referring to the overblot, not the attempted cursing – which was never confirmed to be intended to be lethal by the way, that was also just Rook's assumption, one Vil, a character who already struggles to communicate with people especially if he feels they see him negatively, didn't fight but also didn't confirm). I also take issue with the claim that it cannot be abuse just because Vil respects Rook. Even ignoring how often irl abuse victims don't realize they're abused because of their warped perception of their abuser, we have examples of this even in twst. Mrs. Rosehearts wasn't a wonderful mother who suddenly became abusive when Riddle stopped making excuses for her behavior. Abuse doesn't stop being abuse because it isn't recognized and to a lot of us gaslighting victims, Rook's behavior is spot-on with things we went through, hence why we call him a gaslighter. Oh and a small note before anyone claims anything, according to multiple psychology sources, gaslighters aren't always aware of what they are doing. Me and others calling Rook a gaslighter don't automatically mean he WANTS to be evil toward Vil. Some of us see it that way while others don't but regardless, acting as though this headcanon comes from one single out of context line and not from a pattern of behavior Rook consistently displays feels very disingenuous and like it's trying to make us seem crazy when all we try to do is explain why we may not be comfortable with a character.

You don’t have to explain why you are uncomfortable. Neither me nor that Anon have made any judgment about it, and frankly, who cares why you don’t like a character. You don’t need reasoning for not liking him, a person might just think Rook’s hair is stupid or dislike characters with green eyes, and that’s enough. None of this makes you crazy, and this isn’t that deep.

If you look at the first ever reply I did on this topic, I said it then (and after that I said it time and time again):

Based on what you’re saying, your opinion is influenced by your past experiences. Which isn’t a bad thing, we all have our own biases, but it makes a proper discussion quite difficult, especially when there is trauma involved.

Because we love Rook as much as you hate him, and I fail to see why we should align our feelings and experiences with yours. This is not a public debate platform, this is not a discord server, this is my personal blog, and my opinion is always going to be prevalent here. I usually try to take the position “agree to disagree” also to avoid situations like this.

You’ve said that you just want to explain and share your side of the conversation, but in that case claiming that the other side’s opinion is dangerous or uninformed is a pretty shitty thing to do, just as it is shitty to completely ignore the points they were trying to make and put words into their mouths instead, alluding to them victimblaming and dismissing real victim’s struggles. What I’ve said multiple times at this point is that Rook Hunt isn’t a gaslighter. Not that it’s Vil’s fault for trusting him, not that if Vil respects him that it automatically makes Rook not an abuser (Anon didn’t say that either). Not that Rook is always right. Not that Rook has never hurt Vil. I’ve even said that we can’t say for certain that Rook’s brutal honesty is always helpful and doesn’t affect Vil in any bad way:

Maybe sometimes it would be better for Vil to just take it easy and relax instead of perfecting every single thing, but this isn’t what Vil wants for himself: he doesn’t want to be pampered, he wants to be appreciated for his hard work.

Just because this is what Vil wants doesn’t mean that this is what’s best for him. I still don’t think that it makes Rook an abuser, by the way (which is also a completely different topic from Rook being a gaslighter). You have ignored every single argument I’ve made in all of my previous replies, which is fine, but then I don’t really see the reason for you to explain yourself if you’re not even going to listen to me again.

No one tried to paint you as crazy, and even if I or Anon thought that this entire argument (argument, not you) was weird, it doesn’t concern you. If Rook Hunt hurts you, why would you even interact with any discourse about him? Why did that very first Anon confront me for not calling Rook a gaslighter, if all you (collective “you”) people wish for is to explain your point of view? I am not an emperor of Rook Hunt land; I am a rando writing hcs about dicks on the internet. And Rook Hunt is a character of a gacha game.

I’ll repost another thing from my very first reply.

Just ignore shit that you don’t like because while it might be traumatic for you, to us it might be one of the few things that bring us happiness.

Please read this part carefully. And respectfully, let’s stop this. I don’t agree with any of your points/interpretation, I find them drastically off from Rook’s actual characterisation to the point that it’s almost baffling at times (I have read all the scenes you’ve mentioned and I disagree with your every single point.) And guess what, it’s absolutely okay. Like I, wow, have said time and time again, we all have our biases. Yours happens to be to read everything that Rook does in the worst way possible and to compare him to Riddle’s mom. Mine happens to be very different, and insisting on me just missing the point or thinking or feeling the wrong way or not being educated enough about gaslighting or abuse (something that I also experienced, and you are aware of that) feels pretty disrespectful. This isn’t what I meant when I said that I don’t mind a civil conversation. This doesn’t feel like a conversation. Because, you know…

Even if it feels completely off to how I view it, I can appreciate or at least respect it if they respect the way I do things. And don’t imply that I don’t get it or I am stupid.

I won’t write an actual rebuttal to your points because one thing hasn’t changed from my very first post about the topic: this isn’t about Rook Hunt. And I don’t want to discuss the so-called danger of fictional tropes that don’t even apply to the character in my view. Also, stating that the way I headcanon a character’s behaviour and share my thoughts with others is dangerous to other people in real life (because someone is going to take my opinion as a course for their actions, I guess?) is also ironic. Why isn’t me drawing problematic ships or writing dark headcanons dangerous then? It’s the same logic, I have heard this argument multiple times, and I fail to see how it’s different right now. Rook Hunt is not a real person, we see his interactions with others from all points of view, he has actual writers with their own intentions (none of which is to portray Rook as a terrible, atrocious person, he’s not even 100% a villain, he’s a character that helped the princess in the original story, and I believe that his writers keep that in mind, ffs), and it is drastically different from the way I would treat this situation in real life: exactly because I would have to base my opinion on the lack of other perspectives and not witnessing the situations myself, and a bunch of other factors connected to the fact that this is real life, and in those cases I would prioritise the victim of someone’s suspicious actions. What a surprise.

I also believe that Katsu and I did our part so you could easily ignore our Rook-centric posts that make you uncomfortable. So please do your part and don’t interact with our Rook-centric posts (this applies to anyone who is deeply uncomfortable with this character or any other character, for that matter). Coming up with ways to mention Rook in posts so it's easily mutable for you and only you and still getting treated like an abuse apologist who spreads dangerous ideas makes one feel kind of silly for ever trying to be considerate and respectful. You’ll have to come up with ways to deal with that on your own now. This conversation is over.

This is also the last post I’m writing on this topic, every follow-up ask or comment about it (from anyone, anywhere) won’t be replied to.

[halfdead-halfskeleton]

Notes:

Lilia x You. Reader knows how to sew clothing(while author does not)

Based off Suitors suit vignette. Technically it's a continuation of the story, so make sure to read the vignette before this fic

A lot of background characters, but I'm not tagging all of them

A bit non-linear storytelling?

The suit was made of magic, meaning it will disappear after a certain amount of time. The fact that such a beautiful sight is not going to stay here for long made your heart ache. And yet, you continued to smile and tried your best to memorize every tiny detail of the tuxedo. You had a plan, after all.

"Feast your eyes while you still can!" said Lilia. The tuxedo Malleus created for him was just marvelous! You and Sebek competed in who's going to complement Lilia more while his face was shining with a smile. Your face did too, it even hurt a bit to smile so much.

The next couple of months casually went by in your room, as you hunched over your secret project. If only your school life wasn't so busy and sometimes downright chaotic, you might have finished it sooner... And if the cruel thing that is perfectionism wouldn't criticize your every move.

After a few not-so-successful, to put it lightly, attempts, you finally finished recreation the suit Malleus made for Lilia back when ghosts that invaded the school for a marriage ceremony left.

Your first attempt failed because you were so obsessed with the idea of recreating the outfit you forgot to take Lilia's measurements. While the final product turned out to be quite nice, it wouldn't fit Lilia at all. Also you didn't have some accessories the original outfit had, which you noticed only at the end.

And so, you began anew, but now without the fabric you intended to use. The end result turned out too different from the tuxedo you remembered. The shade of green? Too vibrant. The pattern on the ribbon? Wrong. The pants? Actually quite nice, but that's the only part of the outfit you liked. And after your sewing machine unexpectedly broke you lost all the crumbs of motivation there were left...

Thankfully, you became a good friends with some students at NRC. While you were earning money for a new sewing machine, Vil and Kalim searched for the fabric and accessories that matched Lilia's suitor suit. Vil didn't get to witness the tuxedo, so you and Kalim had to explain how it looked like. You even showed him all the sketches you made and the first attempt suit as an example.

"Wow, your skill is really shinning here!" Kalim carefully examined the suit from all angles together with Vil. "It's really unfortunate your sewing machine broke... Are you sure you don't want me to get you a new one? It's going to be way faster than working in Mostro Lounge for a whole month."

"That's right, but I'm already asking you for help, you know. It won't be so fair if you do everything for me!" you answered and looked at Vil, who's also visibly impressed by your skills.

"The stitching is quite nice, you clearly took your time to make it the best suit it could be. I'm glad to see you actually listened to the advice I gave you during previous projects. Alright, I'll lend you a hand as well. Just remember that my schedule is tight, so it will take a while to find everything you need."

"Thank you both so, so much!" As you said that, Kalim came closer to give you a big hug. He was super excited to see how it will turn out!

After mountains and mountains of work, you left out a sign. Not out of exhaustion or frustration, but out of relief. You did it. You DID it! Finally, even when it seemed like the whole universe itself didn't want you to complete the suit, you did it!

"Good job." A sudden pat on your back woke you up from all the thoughts. It was Vil who just entered the room. After a minute or so, Kalim came here too.

"Sorry for making you wait!" He panted and leaned on the closest wall. "Oh, I got so scared when I couldn't find the Albert chain I had to call Jamil and a couple of other Scarabia students for help. We found it! It's the same one I gave Lilia that night."

"Wait, if that's the same one... Is it really okay for me to take it? You could get something similar, but..."

"But? I thought you wanted to make 1:1 recreation. Why are you backing up now?" Vil asked with a frown on the face. You pulled him closer and whispered:

"Because it costs 10 million thaumarks!" Such shocking information left Vil speechless for a minute.

"Well, I thought the original one would suit him better! So here it is." As Kalim said that, he placed the Albert chain with a bat on the outfit. You looked at your creation, the exact copy of the tuxedo Malleus has created with magic. Even though some tears appeared on your eyes, your face radiated joy. You finally did it.

It was an after-school evening when you decide to gift Lilia the suit you've been working so hard on. As you roamed around Diasomnia dorm, something poked your back. Strangely, when you looked back there was nothing and no-one. So you turned your head forward and immediately got spooked by upside-down Lilia!

"Ehehe." He smiled mischievously, yet still helped you to get back up. "It's rare to see non-Diasomnia students here at such time. Could it be that you're looking for someone?" Lilia's eyes were set on the box you carried, it was wrapped nicely, like a birthday present.

When your heartbeat calmed down, you remembered the words you prepared in your head. "Yes, there is... But I'm not sure if they'll actually like the present I made. Could you take a look?"

"Oh? A skilled dressmaker like you wishes to hear my opinion? I would be more than glad to assist you." Your heart skipped a beat. Did someone tell him about your secret project? Who could that- oh, probably Kalim, since they're in the same club. And even if Kalim didn't tell it exactly to him, but Cater instead, Lilia would still find out. But maybe Lilia doesn't actually know and said it just because?.. You're kind of known for your great sewing skills. Or... "Let's do it in my room, I was right on my way there." You brushed off the haunting thoughts away and headed to Lilia's room, trying to calm down.

His face beamed with happiness when you let him unwrap the present. Although at first he wondered if it was really okay. "It would be rather troublesome to wrap it back up when you're going to gift it to that person."

"Don't worry, I won't have to do it." A surprised gasp echoed in the room. Lilia carefully picked up the tuxedo, examining every detail. He couldn't believe his eyes. "So, what do you think?"

After a minute of silence, he smiled. "I still remember this tuxedo. I'm really proud of Malleus for coming up with such an elaborate design. And I'm really proud of you for recreating it up to every single detail." As Lilia said that, his eyes began to tear up a bit. "That night I wore a tuxedo for the first time in my life. It's hard to believe I can re-experience that moment again."

"Do you wish to wear it right now?" While you did take Lilia's and some other students'(to make it less suspicious) measurements long time ago, anxiety kept telling you you might have made a mistake at some point.

"I'm eager to wear it!" You smiled unknowingly when Lilia's gentle laugh reached your ears. In a couple of minutes you re-entered the room to see him happily dancing in the suit you made. The moment he saw you he reached for your hand. "Would you mind to dance with me for a moment? Such a delightful gift deserves a special thank-you!"

Blush painted your cheeks red, and heart began to beat faster with joy and excitement. You happily accepted Lilia's offer, taking his hand in yours. And so, you danced around the room. At one point Lilia began to hum a sweet melody. You joined him, and you both hummed in unison while dancing across the room.

You knew this moment, no matter how joyous and bright, would end eventually. So you made sure to enjoy every last bit of it, engraving it in your memory for eternity. And so did he.

[dailylifeonmadmire]

May 12, 2025

I decided not to write entries for the weekend. In the end, not much really happened, and I didn't do much. I went fishing, to a K.K. Slider concert, and did a little bit of work, and that's it. But I was excited about Ellie's birthday party; I even got her a present and wrapped it up nicely.

The party was so much fun! Gruff was there too, and Ellie was so happy about the dress I got her. She wasn't sure about me getting her something so expensive at first, but it was more that I felt bad that she was always wearing that same red sweater. At least today, she did have a party dress on. I love the idea of helping my villagers get some more outfits so they're more comfortable.

After the party, I decided to go around and see what the other villagers were doing. Roswell wanted to tell me his life story, but I didn't really have time for it. That and it's still kind of hard explaining how old Roswell is? I mean, I'm in my 20s but how old is everyone else? Pinky was home, and making a pretty interesting sandwich that I had to get the recipe for.

Pudge and Rod were exploring the insect part of the museum. Poor little guy, Pudge told me how a joke got him stung in the mouth by a wasp. I thought a swollen eyelid was bad! I sure hope that he got medicine right away, because that just sounds awful. Rod complained a bit about the humidity and heat inside. I'll admit, it does get rough in there with all the bugs.

After this, I went clothes shopping and got a cute dress that had an apron attached. I wanted to get more colors, but at least I my opinion the green popped the most. Sable had more patterned fabric for me to use in customization, so I might need to take a crack at that a bit more. Then I went fishing around the shore, and noticed a huge shadow by the dock Kapp'n sits at. When I fished it up, I had no idea mahi-mahi were on this island! That vacation I went on, I actually tried mahi-mahi as a dish for the first time. Not my thing, but still cool to see one alive! I had no idea they were this colorful.

The last thing I did today was take another crack at making a yard for a villager. Over the weekend, I designed a vacation home for a bear named Groucho that really inspired me. He wanted a whole farm to relax in, and I feel like this is something I'd like to explore more. Farmhouses and overall barnyard homes are something I grew up around back in the old country.

Roswell's yard didn't take too much work. Overall, it was just more about moving things over and getting it organized. I really like that now I finally have a direction to go. Maybe I should look into building more stables, or a farmhouse for myself? Maybe that garden I have by Resident Services can grow, make it a true farm. I think Madmire is going to be one heck of a barnyard town.

[satancopilotsmytardis]

Wow, I did not expect for you to finish chapter one so soon!

Oh damn, that's a lot. Also, Tomura choosing to make a deal with him right as Dabi dies is mean. Expected in a fic like this, but mean. I don't think Dabi would have ended up as a demon otherwise? At least not from what is said in the beginning.

I guess his rage about Enji's accusations and the fact that he was being executed caught Tomura's interest? Or maybe Tomura was already watching the Todoroki's, hmmm.

Thank you Spinner, that is very comforting. I too would like to hear that I owe you my life in order to trust you. For real though, I always love it when you write Spinner as a healer/doctor in your fics.

Okay, so colours are assigned to the sins, yes? I'm assuming red for wrath, because that's always Tomura's colour. Purple for pride, since it's at the center of the door. Light blue for sloth, since you mentioned that that's Spinner's sin and he has a blue pattern in his clothes.

Spinner leaving as soon as the job is done. He did explain a little more than he needed to though, so it's not like he was entirely unhelpful. Lol.

Dabi's clothes do have red detailing. I wonder if it's because he went to hell because of wrath, or because he belongs to Tomura. Probably the second, since Tomura complains about how weak his wrath is.

Well, that sure is one way to test the limits of the bond. I wonder if Tomura is made aware of all the times Dabi tries to break the deal?

Tomura feeding Dabi fruit while he is studying to see how long it takes him to notice is so funny to me. He really has been fairly lenient. For a demon prince, that is. I wonder how much someone's aspect influences their personality? Does Shigaraki feel a need for violence and rage at all times? It would explain some of his behaviour.

Oop, there comes the envy. We know it's not going to be Dabi's aspect, but yeah. I can see what you mean when you said it would have been in other circumstances.

Dabi tries to indulge. He tries so hard to get stronger so that he can have a chance of maybe someday getting away from Shigaraki. Not that that will ever happen.

What a note to end on! Shigaraki is right about Dabi needing to let go of the teachings of the church, but it's very little time to relearn everything that used to define you.

Lol mean, but Dabi didn't offer himself up for a deal until that moment so it's really on him, isn't it? And yes, in theory, not offering that deal should have meant Everlasting for him, but he'll just never know, now will he?

He definitely caught Tomura's interest for a few reasons, but I guess we'll have to wait and see what those were 😏

It's gotta be someone, and while I like Twice and Toga going into medicine if they're going to recover and be rehabilitated from villainy, I don't think it would fit them as villains, since her quirk is so good for espionage and his is so good in a fight, therefore they would always be stuck doing that for the greater good of their friends. Meanwhile, in recovery, I don't think Spinner would want anything to do with the medical field, but he would do it as a villain if it meant that he could make himself more useful to his friends since his quirk is so weak.

Colors are assigned to the sins! Like according to Google they have canonical colors which I looked up to use for this! Envy is green, dark blue is Lust, light blue is Sloth, red is Wrath, purple is Pride, orange is Gluttony, and yellow is Greed! I was originally going to make up my own colors, but I decided to go with these ones to keep any confusion at bay for people who were already familiar with the canon ones!

Spinner is a sleepy little guy! Let him rest!! He's also wearing a ruby because it shows which prince owns their soul, hence also why someone unclaimed by an aspect yet, is also wearing red!

Tomura absolutely knows.

Dabi is an adorable little garbage disposal while he's distracted, or you could just try handing him/balancing things on him and wait to see how long it takes for him to notice. Tomura has definitely been lenient, but his patience has its limits! There will be more details about how aspects effect one as the story progresses, but it's pretty safe to say that it impacts all aspects of their daily lives!

Envy and Wrath are both great aspects for Dabi in canon but in this story? After being able to have a good relationship with the rest of his family for eleven years? Nah, he's too sad about losing them to be as angry about it as he should be.

Dabi is trying! But yeah, the church has a stranglehold on him. But maybe Shigaraki's leading by example and taking a more... 'hands-on' approach to Dabi's indulgences will help with that 😏😏😏

Thank you so much for commenting!

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #236

Today was a very bad mental health day, for reasons beyond my comprehension. Yesterday was awesome, and so was the day before that, and so when I woke up on the wrong side of the broomstick this morning, it seemed to come completely out of the blue.

Oh uh. Actually. You might not understand the connotations of "waking up on the wrong side of the broomstick". Uh… So in my world, there are the witches of folklore; traditionally, they are women who have green skin and big huge hooked noses, and they wear loose-fitting black dresses and pointy black hats, and they fly around on broomsticks, looking for children to snatch up and cook in their cauldrons. They're generally seen as not-very-nice, at best; I'm not sure you have these kind of witches in your world, do you?

I have cultural conditioning that tells me that any time a human female is unhappy, it means she is like the witches of folklore - unpleasant and insufferable. And so, if ever I was unhappy for any reason, my father would say, "looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the broomstick this morning!"

…Hm. I guess it only just now occurred to me what an ugly phrase that is, even used ironically. I could explain the history of HOW witches of folklore came to be associated with women, green faces, and black clothing with pointy hats, but… that's also pretty ugly, too, and I'm already depressed enough; maybe I'll get into it later if you ask, but I think for now… maybe I'll just stop using the phrase "woke up on the wrong side of the broomstick" anytime I'm not perfectly chipper; other states of emotion are part of the human condition, and being in those states doesn't make me bad.

Well. Like I said, my brain is refusing to create the happy chemical, for unknown reasons. So of course, today I am more prone to falling into old thought patterns regarding my own worth as a human being, and old thought patterns as to what I can expect from the people around me. As an example… J went around the house doing various housekeeping things, and I got jumpy because, in the past, if my mother was doing housework things, it meant she was mega pissed at me for not having done them already, and I was about three seconds away from getting a tirade thrown at me.

But J is not my mother; I do not need to worry about him doing that thing. However, my brain worries about it nonetheless, in a misguided effort to protect itself while it's already feeling vulnerable. My brain thinks that if I feel vicious things at myself and make it known that I think poorly of myself, then the people around me will be less likely to verbally abuse me, because I'm already doing it myself.

This has worked to take the edge off of others' tirades for a long time. It was a survival skill that served me well, but it's no longer useful where I'm at, and it will never be useful again, because I never have to go back to those places. So I gotta work on not doing that thing, because it's not good for me, and when I do things that are not good for me, it makes the people who love me very sad, and I don't want them to be sad.

So today, instead of succumbing to the funk and diving headfirst into old things, I tried to take care of my body. I tried to stay hydrated. I tried to eat relatively well. I took my multivitamin. Even if my brain isn't making the happy chemical, I can still make sure that my body has the resources it needs in order for my brain to resist falling into old patterns and beliefs. Today, I was mostly successful.

In order to pass the time until this funk goes away (because as far as I know, really the only thing for it is time), I tried to play a little Dead Cells. I didn't get very far, though, before my brain decided that it was time to stop; I played maybe for 45 minutes, give or take. And then I spent some time just sitting on the couch, drifting in between consciousness and… not quite sleep, but not quite being fully awake, either. It was weird.

…I saw, in my sleepy semi-dreamy state, a vision of you, in a rope hammock hanging from a willow tree, resting peacefully in comfy, casual clothing, swinging back and forth gently in the wind, along with the sound of windchimes, birdsong, rustling leaves, and the whooshing of the breeze. The air was pleasantly cool and it smelled like fresh leaves and grass. It was such a nice little dream.

…Wouldn't it be nice if a place like that is where you are now...

Most of the rest of today was uneventful. There was one thing that happened, but I'm not sure I'm ready to talk about it just yet. Maturity regarding the situation is good, but I am also a little sad about it, and that is natural and bearable.

…Maybe when I wake up tomorrow, I'll feel just a little better. That'd be very good. Wish me luck, won't you? In the meantime, maybe I'll throw in a few pictures I took between today and yesterday. Maybe they'll make you smile:

I think I'll end this letter here today. It's only like 9pm, but I'm getting pretty sleepy, despite the semi-nap I had earlier. I might turn in early today.

Hey, Sephiroth? Please stay safe out there, won't you? Because someone over here loves you enough to write to you every day, and you wouldn't wanna miss tomorrow's letter, right?

I love you. 'Til soon.

Your friend, Lumine

[prismuffin]

Heya, wanted to do an ask, as well as your inbox still says you're taking requests. Didn't know if you wanted to change that.

How do you think the justice league boys, (Superman, Batman, Green lantern ( Hal Jordan), the flash, etc.) and John Constantine would react to an alien Reader?

Better explanation: So the reader has patterns or something that changes based on their mood, so how do you think they would react if they were talking to the Reader and Reader's colours changed to love?

Reminds me of Koro Sensei so I'm gonna use his color palette to dignify the readers colors! Also thanks for letting me know abt my inbox LMFAO- Anyways I think

Batman was just ranting to you about his recent expedition with Hal, enjoying how your face would change colors based on your reactions to certain parts of the story. A deep blue with white outlines when you were shocked, green when you were happy and lilac when relieved. It was a simple and straightforward way of knowing how you felt and he liked about you. He had all your colors and their meanings memorized not only in his mind but in his database too. So it was quite the shock when you'd started to turn a light pink, the areas of your cheeks being a bit darker. You looked lovesick with a lopsided smile on your face and he stopped talking as it all really hit him. At the sudden silence your face went gray and neutral signifying your confusion. He chuckled and decided not to tell you the real reason why he stopped. But now that he's aware of your little crush he may act on his own.

Superman would also probably have most of your colors memorized though he still doesn't know what all of them mean. So when you turn a light shade of pink while you both were talking he was confused because it wasn't a color he could relate to anything. When he asked your pink color turned into a salmon color as you got embarrassed, that one he knew. He had to ask Batman what you turning pink meant in the end because he wanted to know just in case it happens again. When he figures out the emotion behind it he's very flattered and likes to see how easily he can make you turn pink.

Hal would be similar to Superman in the sense that he would only know what some of your colors meant. He's never asked he's just picked up on a few from just being around you. He likes to have knowledge on things though, so whenever a color comes up that he doesn't know he wouldn't mind asking you about it. You usually have no problem explaining to him what you're feeling but right now when he caught you turning bright pink when talking to him you seemed to shut down. Your pink turned salmon which luckily he knew so he asked why you were embarrassed which only deepened your color. He wasn't able to get an explanation out of you that day but after observing your behavior (and color) around him while comparing it to others he was able to easily catch on.

Barry would make an effort to know all of your colors. He struggles! But he's trying and that's the important thing. When having a conversation with you he usually tries to take it slow so that he can fully develop an understanding of what all your colors mean, he's honestly very fascinated. He tries to make guesses on what the colors he doesn't know mean based on context clues. So when you suddenly turn pink his brain is immediately in analyzing mode! It takes a couple of interactions with you for him to figure out exactly what it means, it's only a hunch but it's enough to give him the confidence to ask you out!

John has a mental library of what all your colors mean. Even colors you think he doesn't know he knows ok? So when you turn pink and he doesn't immediately know what it means he starts using the process of elimination to figure it out. After maybe two interaction with you turning pink around him and he's clocked the emotion behind it. Similarly to Superman he likes to tease you and see just how pink he can make you. His goal is to make you turn hot pink, he thinks it's cute.

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Directory

[wolken-himmel]

In which (Y/n) surprises Jack with a cat plushie with the pattern of a cactus, insisting that it fit him perfectly.

Although Jack rejects the plushie at first, he seems to grow fond of it rather quickly.

Request by @aislonely.

"By the Great Seven, what is this abomination?"

Jack looked at the strange cat plushie in your hands warily, and he wouldn't take it from you, no matter how much you urged him to. His ears stood up high as he continued to eye it; eventually, his face contorted into a grimace of confusion and disgust.

"It's obviously a cat with the pattern of a cactus," you explained and rolled your eyes playfully. "It couldn't have been anything else, Jack."

"Why does something like this exist—"

"I saw it in Sam's store the other day and had to buy it for you— because cacti are your thing!"

Although Jack couldn't deny that he felt flattered by your thoughtfulness, he still shook his head and pushed you away when you tried to plant the plushie into his hands. "But I don't need a plushie. I'm not a child," he muttered in frustration, especially when you wouldn't cease your attempts of giving it to him.

"Everyone needs a plushie," you insisted, but he didn't look convinced at all. So, you blew a strand of hair out of your face and rolled your eyes. "Fine... since you don't seem convinced... How about you keep the plushie for a week, and if you don't like it, then you'll just return it to me?"

An exasperated sigh escaped his lips. "Why are humans so insistent..."

"Is that a yes," you asked hopefully.

"I suppose."

°°°

After a few days of the cat plushie simply sitting on his windowsill in his minimalistic room, Jack had finally decided to get a closer look at your curious gift. It was the last day of him keeping the plushie, anyway. And just because he found the plushie's concept silly and its use unnecessary didn't mean that he hated the poor plushie. No, the fact that you had actively thought if him when buying it — it actually made his heart flutter a bit in happiness.

So, just for your sake, and since he was sure that he wouldn't like it anyway, he eventually sat down one peaceful evening after training, and took a closer look at the strange object.

The cat smiled up at him happily with its eyes closed. Its fur was a light green, adorned with a few pink petals here and there; the pattern seemed to imitate a cactus in bloom, now that he looked at the cacti on his windowsill. But it wasn't just the absurd appearance that drew him in, but also the way how the plushie squeezed together in his hands, and how his hands glided along the smooth fabric easily.

And the best thing about the plushie was that he could smell a faint trace of your scent on it, but only when he buried his face in it and closed his eyes in utter concentration. Your scent brought him so much peace that he struggled to open his eyes again, and the softness of the plushie made it so that he didn't want to let go.

It didn't take long before he, with an iron grip on the cat plushie, threw himself into his bed and fell asleep promptly. And he couldn't deny that this was the best sleep he had had in the last weeks.

So, it was even worse when in the morning, he wasn't awoken by the sunlight streaming through the window but by your sudden appearance in his room.

And boy, the look on your face when you had caught him cuddling with the plushie in his sleep.

"Jack, you're so cute!!"

At once, the beastman had jolted upwards in alarm, his sharp eyes gazing around his room in search for the intruder. With the plushie protectively stowed away in his left arm, he raised his right hand, about to strike the culprit.

Never would he have thought that it was you.

You sat there, at the side of his bed, with large, watery, puppy eyes and were gazing at the Savanaclaw student and the plushie intently. Much to his dismay, your lips were contorted into a large, shit-eating grin, which is why he tried to hide the plushie beneath his pillow. But it was too late; you had seen everything, already.

"W-What are you doing here?" Jack stuttered out, breathing heavily.

The grin on your lips grew larger. "I just wanted to retrieve the cat plushie because a week has passed since I've given it to you. Remember my deal that I would take it back if you didn't like it?" You wiggled your eyebrows at him mockingly, especially when his head grew a bright red.

"Well, you can take it back," Jack grumbled and threw the plushie right at you with such force that you almost fell to the floor. Luckily, that didn't happen, but the air was knocked out of your lungs when the plushie landed in your arms. "I don't need it. It's useless. It would collect dust on my windowsill, anyway."

You raised an eyebrow at his antics. "It surely didn't look like it was 'useless'..." you grumbled and rolled your eyes. "But if you don't want this cute plushie, I'll just have to give it back to Sam... and someone else will buy it... and it will be gone forever."

"No!" Jack had cried out before realising.

"Hah, got you!"

His shoulders slouched forward, he exhaled in utter frustration and embarrassment. "Alright, maybe it grew on me a little bit..."

"I knew you would love it," you cooed. "And that's why you should keep it."

In a split second, the plushie had been ripped out of your arms and was now in the protective arms of its owner again. Although Jack looked relieved and happy, he couldn't help but glare at you threateningly as he muttered, "You cannot tell anyone about Mr. Snuggles, okay?"

"Mr. Snuggles—?" you snorted out before breaking out into a full-blown fit of laughter.

Jack attempted to silence you with a glare, but it simply wouldn't work. "H-Hey!" he cried out and petted the plushie. "Stop laughing, (Y/n)..."

[girl-next-door-writes]

I Just Want You For My Own

Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Steve is rather taken with you strange Christmas tradition, especially when he learns where it came from.

Word Count: 1244 words

Prompt: #5: Character A explains one of their winter holiday traditions to Character B

A/N: The wonderful @misconceptionmistress chose this prompt and I absolutely LOVE it. I could have gone for Steve explaining something from his past, but I couldn’t resist writing about one of my childhood traditions. 

"No. Absolutely not! You are NOT bringing that thing in here!" Tony was on his feet as soon as he saw you stumbling into the room, unable to see your face past the hideous tree in your arms. It was only a few feet tall and could barely be considered a tree after all this time. More tinsel than tree, garish ornaments adorning the remaining branches and multicoloured lights flickering in various patterns. You would be the first to admit that it was bloody awful, but a tradition is a tradition.

"You say this every year, Stark, and every year I tell you that it is only for one day and that you love this stupid tree as much as anyone." You smirked, placing the tree down, shedding a few of the decorations as it jostled.

"I hate that fucking tree." He pouted, sinking back into his chair and glaring at the offending article.

"Okay. Is someone going to tell me what all this is about?" Steve asked, looking from Tony to you as he bent over and retrieved a small troll doll dressed as and angel from where it had fallen, amusement dancing in his eyes as he handed the ridiculous trinket back to you.

"Thanks." You smiled brightly. "The tree will be very generous to you this year."

"The tree?" he chuckled, raising an eyebrow as he glanced at the decoration dubiously.

"That stupid tree is ridiculous and I hate it." Tony grumbled.

"And that attitude will not help when it comes to your gift." You knelt down beside the tree and began to pull out small, poorly wrapped gifts and place them under the monstrosity.

"So... what's with the tree?" Steve asked, bending down beside you and looking at the various things hanging from it.

"Okay, it's stupid really, but it's kinda become this thing so you're all stuck with it." You began to explain, pausing briefly in your actions to turn and look at him with a half smile. "So, growing up, my grandparents would have this tatty old tree. I've no clue why because they would also have this amazing real tree all beautifully decorated, but in the dining room there's be this tree where they put all the crappy ornaments the kids had made over the years, like truly awful. Anyway, on the 12th of December, every year, we would get a present 'from the tree'. As if the tree had gone out and bought us something, or stolen it because I can't see a tree having any cash available to it."

Steve chuckled at your rambling, now fully invested in watching your face as you spoke. If he tried hard enough, he could pretend that it was just the two of you sharing some sort of secret.

"So, right, the tree, it would give us the worst gifts ever! I mean, they were good for a tree, but there was bracelets that turned your wrist green, earings that didn't match, pens that exploded ink everywhere, really the worst. One year, I got a set of highlighters. That was a good year!" You grinned and Steve shuddered slightly as your hand came to rest on his upper arm.

"Highlighters?"

"Yep. Much better than the time I got bubble bath that gave me a rash. Anyway, I have no clue why my grandparents did this, but the tradition kinda stuck. The team, this rabble, they are like my family, so now the 'tree' gives you all shit gifts on the 12th of December and there's nothing Tony can do to stop me." You looked over at Stark with a shit eating grin.

"Oh man! It's Tree Day!" Clint bounded into the room and landed on the sofa, childish excitement all over his face.

"Tree Day? That's today?" Scott slid into the room in his socks, quickly joined by the rest of the team.

Once everybody was seated, you began to hand out gifts, waiting until it had been opened before you distributed the next one. The tree definitely did not disappoint.

Tony sighed as the crappy stressball the tree had given him burst, spraying it's insides all over him. Scott was overjoyed at the slinky which continually got tangled. Bucky had a beautiful pen that didn't work and Nat had a notebook with paper so shiny that it was impossible to write on. Rhodey chuckled as he scrunched his nose up at the stench of his new aftershave, and Wanda looked sceptically at her cheap bubble bath. Vision was overjoyed with his knock off Rubik cube which had several sticker missing, as was Clint with his deck of 47 cards. Peter was definitely the winner of best gift and he cheered as he unwrapped the pack of highlighters, Sam won the worst gift award by getting one of those fake cans where you open the top and things are supposed to spring out. It would have been a great gift, if the springs worked.

There was just one gift left beneath the tree and Steve frowned slightly. "Wait, did the tree not get you something?" he asked as you handed him the final parcel.

"Nah, I'm good. My gift is seeing you lot open your tat!" You laughed, looking at him expectantly.

Nodding his head, he turned his attention back to the gift in his hand. It felt slightly squishy and he cautiously peeled back the tape, half expecting something to fall or ooze out. His eyes crinkled at the corners and a warm laugh fell from his lips when he saw what the tree had given him.

"Hey! So not fair!" Sam called out as Steve lifted up his brand new pair of mismatched socks. Not only were they different colours but they were totally different socks, one a thick sport sock about ankle length, the other a navy dress sock with tiny dogs all over it which would reach to mid calf.

"Well, thank you oh mighty and wise tree." Steve addressed the tree, causing you to smile softly. Such a stupid gesture but he sensed it actually meant a lot to you. "I think me and Mr Tree here need to have a talk about next year though. I can't have you missing out on the great gifts."

"I am sure the tree would appreciate help shopping next year, although you will have to be let into the secrets of tree gifting." You said seriously, a twinkle in your eye.

"Is there a ceremony before I learn these secrets? Do we wear special outfits and chant?" He teased.

"Not sure yet, I'll have to discuss it with him and get back to you."

"Does this mean the tree can disappear back to your room until next year?" Tony asked hopefully.

"I think he should stay right here for the rest of Tree Day." Steve shot back and was rewarded with your hand resting on top of his. He could definitely get behind this tradition, especially as it made you so happy.

[thatoneashkid20xx]

This is Flowey's(Gold's) battle explained as easily as I want-

Note that since Astro and the other souls are there too, you have more HP. Instead of 20 HP, you now have 80. Your ATK and DEF also go up to 4 instead of 0. Due to this, all monsters you encounter have higher stats, and their bullet patterns are trickier to dodge.

Also note that your souls has colors of all 7 humans, because all 7 humans are fighting with you. When one of the humans dies, their soul color disappears too.

Flowey:

Gold's battle is pretty easy compared to the rest. At first, he seems eager to fight you and get a human soul, but the more you spare, the more he realizes that what he's doing isn't right. He'll ask you if you understand what's going on, and say he has to do this. He says this to scare you. Eventually, he wraps your soul in vines so your movements start to slow. Your soul turns a light green when this happens, but you don't get a shield like in Undyne's battle. I'll explain why later. He'll start to use blue, orange, and green attacks to freak you out. Keep sparing him and he'll look at you with anger.

"What are you doing?"

"Why are you sparing me?"

"Even after all those attacks... Even after I tried to kill you and your friends..."

"Why do you still want to give me your mercy...?"

" . . . "

Gold's attacks start to slow down a lot, but your soul is no longer trapped in vines, so it turns back to normal. At this point, after you survive one last attack, you can spare Gold.

". . . ? "

"You're sparing me?"

"Hmph."

"You really haven't learned a thing, have you?"

Gold will have a quick attack that you aren't prepared for, but it's a green attack. After this, Gold looks down and prepares something. Spare him one more time and the battle ends.

He will look at you sadly, and mumble a thank you, before disappearing into the Earth. Gold is now an ally, and can help you with certain puzzles throughout the various areas.

I have Toriel's battle written as well so I'll just include that-

Toriel:

Toriel's fight is relatively the same as before, with some slight changes after the first couple attacks. Toriel will speed up her attacks to see how well you can avoid unpredicted attacks. No matter what you do, the patience soul will die, bringing your HP down to 68. After Toriel will refuse to fight you anymore.

"I... I did not mean to do that..."

"Hopefully I can heal them..."

"Child, this battle cannot go on any longer."

"I will now spare you... After all,"

"You have clearly shown you can survive well..."

"Though your friend didn't..."

Toriel will stop talking for a moment to collect herself.

"I will keep this little one here."

"Hopefully she can be revived..."

The battle then ends. You will see Toriel pick up the patience soul and walk off screen. At this point you can backtrack to see Toriel sitting at the flower bed in front of the Castle with the patience soul. She will not say anything to you. Continue forward to proceed to Snowed town.

Honesty, OverSouls isn't my main focus rn- RiftTale has my interest much more than OS does-

[unhingedselfships]

hydrangea for maji, carnation for aki, aster for kir, sage for dai? ♡

This one got long XD the other 3 are under the cut c:

Hydrangea– What’s something about you only s/i understands? What do only you understand about s/i?

Majima is settled on the middle seat of the overstuffed couch, arms stretched across the back. Kimi is flopped to his side, head resting on the arm, and legs across his lap.

He grins, about to answer, before sputtering indignantly as her bare toes press into his cheek, cutting off whatever he was going to say.

"Liar."

"Ya didn' let me say anything!" 

She grins at his indignation, "Didn't have to, I know you. Whatever you were gonna say was gonna be complete bull so you could avoid anything resembling real vulnerability."

He glares flatly down at her, but her grin never wavers.

Her face softens as she begins to answer on his behalf, "we both share this sort of… We have what most people would consider odd feelings, about our respective appearances."

He winces, "Do ya have ta go there?"

"Shush. Anyway. Neither of us is exactly… happy. With our appearance. Or at least parts of it. We have things we do like, and are proud of, though that can fluctuate. But there is plenty we don't like as well. To put it gently. And yet, we're both very appearance driven people."

She shifts, turning to settle into his side, "Its kind of hard to explain? Or maybe that's just me? But we both like to put in a lot of effort, even knowing that because of how we feel, we'll probably end up let down. I don't think a lot of people quite get that... That we're not being vain, but trying to mask, to hide, the things we can't stand," she glances up at Majima, "Or put them out on display as a weird sort of act of rebellion."

She glances up at Majima, who is pointedly looking across the room.

Stifling a giggle, she shares in a conspiratorial whisper, “He doesn’t really do vulnerability.”

He gives an indignant “Oi!” and she cackles as he playfully shoves her into the floor.

Carnation– What’s something about s/i that fascinates you?

Akiyama gives a wry grin, "this girl's sleep patterns are absolutely insane. I'm not the best at keeping a regular schedule either, but she puts me to shame. I have no clue how she functions."

(A faint shout of "I don't" can be heard in the distance)

Aster– What would you consider a symbol of your relationship with s/i?

Kiryu blinks, his brow furrowing. His eyes quickly dart down to the simple band on his finger, then back up.

K snorts, leaning over the back of his chair, "Yeah the rings are a literal symbol. I think they want something more well… symbolic? Maybe." She shrugs.

He closes his eyes, that contemplative-concentration look he gets when he tries to remember something settling over his features. 

K jolts slightly as Kiryu's eyes suddenly pop back open, and he gives a small self satisfied smile. 

It takes him just a moment to dig into a pocket before presenting a battered old key chain, with a single key on it, "It's the key to the house we share," he clarifies, "but-"

"You still have that old thing!?" She cuts him off, then turns sheepish, "ah, sorry."

He snorts lightly, rolling his eyes, "Of course I still have it. You gave it to me. I still don't really get it."

"Oh," a soft flush on her face, "Well is a monkey, like you. Your Chinese zodiac I mean. Earth monkey specifically, so it was too perfect to pass up."

He eyes the dangling gift, a cutesy monkey face, with a little dark green stone dangling from its own loop of the same chain.

"Did you really never…" she trails off.

"No."

"You must have been so confused," the start of a giggle in her voice.

It was his turn to ignore an embarrassed blush, "You gave it to me," he repeated, "It didn't matter what it was supposed to mean."

Sage– If you and s/i could live together, forever as immortals, would you do it? Why or why not?

Daigo tilts his head, gaze distant and thoughtful, "I know this is something she thinks about. It's a nice thought, in theory. Spending eternity together. As a fantasy, But in reality? I'm not sure she likes the idea if it's grounded in reality. All of eternity, here? Even together, we," he sighs, his whole demeanor shifting to something melancholic, "We're both tired. But I look forward to the years we do have."