#also yes he’s wearing green because even though he looks better in red

[heartowan]

★ WINTER VISITOR : red hood x reader!

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* im not from america so i have absolutely nooo idea how much is -20°c in fahrenheit im sorry 😭 *

You used to enjoy winter so much more when you were a kid. The snow, the warm clothes, the atmosphere, your mom's hot chocolate... everything was so perfect back then. Now, though, you didn't like it as much.

Not because you grew up to be an insufferable grump, but things weren't as easy. At 9, you didn't have to walk on snowy streets from campus to work to your house in a -20°C weather. Freezing your ass used to be fun when it was voluntary.

But, fortunately, the holidays were already coming, so you wouldn't have any more classes during these few weeks, and you'd also get a few breaks from your job at the bookstore. Finally, some rest.

That's what you thought when you approached your porch, pulling out the keys to open the door in a practiced movement, but you stopped when your eyes caught a glimpse of something red. Then you walked a little closer, and you were able to make out the shape of someone sitting down with their legs stretched, hand cluching their side, a weird helmet on their head and a little cropped brown jacket... what a weird combination.

You knew that helmet, though. You lived in his area, after all.

"Can I help you?" Anyone, literally, anyone, would advise you to not speak to him and simply go find some place else to crash for the night until he went away. The thing is, you wouldn't listen anyway.

He raised his head in your direction, the white eyes of that creepy/fucking weird helmet staring at you, sizing you up and probably judging the fact that you were wearing green tights and red shoes. But, hey, who even was he to judge your style choices?

"Actually, yeah." He said, and even with the modulator distorting his voice, you could hear the hoarsness and the faint tireness. "I'm fucked up over here, I'm not sure I can walk anymore."

You furrowed your eyebrows at that and reached for the phone in your pocket. Carefully, you crouched down beside him and turned on the torch to be able to see his wound better. "Let me see." You said, urging him to take his hand away.

He revealed the wound to you, and God, it was nasty. A bloody and very bumpy gash started from the left side of his abdomen to a little bit before the height of his shoulder blade. Absolutely disgusting. Whoever did that was probably trying to split him in half.

"Oh, my God." You mumbled, your eyes widened at the sight.

"Yeah." He added, nodding his head in understanding to your shock. "Can you at least let me in to... I don't know? Clean it up? It just starts bleeding more if I walk, and I don't wanna get an infection."

What kind of stupid fucking little dumbo would let a stranger dressed like that into their house, especially in Gotham?

"Yeah, come on in." You said, your eyebrows furrowing even more at your own brainlessness. They were almost knitted together like a unibrow.

★...

He sat down on your couch like his body weighted tons, and you noticed how his wound did an odd ripple movement. It just got weirder.

"I have a first aid kit in my bathroom." You said, stripping off your coat and your jacket. "I'll go get it. Do you need anything else?" He just shook his head, and you quickly disappeared into the little hallway.

Red Hood used this moment to look around your house, trying to distract himself from the pain and dizziness. He took in how your walls weren't white, but some kind of eggshell color and there was a green wall too, that one covered in framed paintings, pictures and many posters, as well as some hanging plants.

There were just so many plants. Your couch was more comfortable than his bad, and you had a fluffy mat at the center of the living room, between the couch and your bookshelves, which were full of books he could barely recognize in the dim light.

Oh, yes, the lamps. You had little lamps everywhere and one big lamp beside the couch, but they were all warm and barely even illuminated a thing. They made the room very cozy, though.It was so homey, and it looked like you. If he saw you randomly on the street and for some reason he decided to guess what your house looked like from the inside, that would be it. Maybe not as many lamps, but still.

"Okay, I'm back." You walked out of the little hall in hurried steps, a little red box in your hands. You kneeled close to him on the couch. "Fuck, the lights." You mumbled, and he though your annoyed tone was funny, so he smiled a little under his helmet.

After switching on the big, white light, you kneeled again and gently moved the ripped fabric of his shirt away from the cut. He was staining your couch with blood, but you decided not to care at that moment. With some gauze and saline solution, you cleaned the whole thing up, the sides, and what you could reach of the insides, then, you sprayed some antiseptic on it.

"This is disgusting, but I don't think you'll need stitches." You murmured, not looking at him. Your eyes were focused on the wound. "At least not on the whole thing."

"I can manage." It was all he said.

"I'm gonna patch it up so it isn't exposed." He simply nodded at that, and you started covering the extension of the gash with the little pieces of gauze you had, and then, you secured them with some adhesive tape. "All done."

He stayed there for at least forty minutes, and you noticed how he seemed to have fallen asleep at some point. Maybe he was too tired. You didn't care, but you let him rest anyway.

When he woke up from his nap, you had changed outfits into something more comfortable than the jeans you wore before. A pair of gray sweatpants and a very soft brown hoodie on top of your black Iron Man t-shirt.

"You want some tea?" You offered, looking down at him as he seemed to access the situation — probably forgot what the hell had happened for a second.

"Yeah... yeah. What is it?" He mumbled, his distorted voice sounding groggy. You smiled faintly at that.

"It's peach and ginger." You said. "I like it."

You poured a small amount of it in a little mug you had. It was one of your favorites, with little leaves painted all over it.

"I put honey on it, tastes better." You handed him the mug. And then it hit you... how the hell was he gonna drink the tea with that weird ass helmet on? "How do you- oh."

He shut you up when he removed the helmet after one little click at the back of it.

"You wear a mask under your helmet?" You arched one eyebrow, and he chuckled at your reaction.

"It's for the effect." He said and took a sip of the tea. "Very sweet."

You took a moment to look at the exposed parts of his face. He had a few scars all over it, a sharp jaw and slightly plumpy lips, which were rosy from drinking the tea. He also had flushed cheeks, probably from the cold and a seemingly straight nose. You couldn't really tell the shape from that distance.

"Thanks for taking care of that... and for te tea. And for letting me nap on your couch." He said, looking up at you.

His voice sounded so melodic now without the modulator. It was just slightly raspy, not absurdly deep, but not even a little bit high, and just so much more easy on the ears than you'd ever expect Red Hood's voice to be.

"You're leaving?" You asked in a slightly exasperated tone that surprised both of you and put your own mug down. "You sure you're gonna be alright?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine. Don't worry." He shook his head, waving his hand as if to say it wasn't a big deal. You just shrugged at that.

He put his mug down, it was almost empty. So he liked the tea. With his helmet in hand and walking a little more stable than before, he offered you a small smile before stepping over to your door.

"Bye." He murmured. "Thanks again."

You stood there after he left, in your living room, with the big light on, staring at the door. What an unusual night. Your eyes drifted back to the blood stain on your couch, and you groaned internally at the fact that you were the one that was gonna have to clean that.

That only reinforced your belief that vigilantes only brought more and more trouble.

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[bforblitz]

Drew this fuck on the airplane right before writing his third mental breakdown this fic 🥰. Hope the guy next to me who was watching me draw sees this.

The canon version to The Eyeball Fic is below the read more, meaning there’s going to be eye trauma

[crepes-suzette-373]

Ichiji being "secretly a thug"

Even though he acts the most emotionless and really stiff, I get the impression Ichiji is kind of meant to be that trope of someone who looks like a statue and super elite normally but when nobody's looking they're either the biggest slob or just a gangster.

Look at the boys' clothes:

Yonji and Niji wear their shirts tucked in with belts like nerds. Ichiji doesn't.

Same thing with their "party clothes". Niji and Yonji wears fancy formal stuff like Judge, Ichiji kind of looks like he just rolled out of bed and put on a cloak on top. And plus his tattoo??? Tattoos are typically seen as "rebellious".

Well. Credits to @sangerie for mentioning that Ichiji looks absolutely pissed when they got stuck in the candy and he was berating Judge for looking really lame when they were at gunpoint. This prompted me to check the raws again, and... yeah, he absolutely broke character and his thug came out.

So I once mentioned that the way you can tell Ichiji's the one talking is because he's the only one with more polite speech, while Niji and Yonji talks more casually. In this one scene, he "broke" and talks thug.

The parts I marked in the speech bubbles are typical identifiers marking informal or crude speech.

The one marked in red is the ending particle -ze, usually used for emphasis. -ze is considered rough and almost rude, and based on what I saw among Japanese fans, this is usually associated with Niji (who most agrees talks like a thug a lot).

The fan translation got this slightly better, as they had translated that as "you look pathetic". 見苦しい is "unsightly". Added with the -ze ending, yes, translated as "you look pathetic" is appropriate.

The part marked in blue, that says "we're stuck in candy". He says "stuck" with gachi gachi ガチガチ. This is a "sound effect" of something freezing (or "turning solid" in general). Describing things with sound effects is also informal speech.

The one marked in green, translated as "there's no hope for us" (the original phrasing is "absolutely can't be saved"). Here he's saying "can't be saved" as tasukaranee 助からねェ. The formal form should have been tasukaraNAI 助からない. Ichiji doesn't usually use the rougher sounding -nee ending.

Example Yonji using -nee (green), and also Niji using the -ze (blue):

Ichiji don't normally do that.

Edit: I cannot 100% confirm for sure that it was Ichiji talking in this drinking scene, so I will not present it as "proof".

Also, I know I'm always saying I try to be careful not to jump the gun when it comes to visuals, but Ichiji's face here does not look like a smile. That's a sneer. A smirk, at best. Coupled with how he talks in a way that's completely "breaking character", he appears to be so angry that he's just not even bothering to hide is inner thug.

We did see that he seems pretty temperamental as a kid. He's probably putting up the polite act as "the crown prince", and his "true nature" is actually the gangster one.

[bornagainmurdock]

a bit tied up

author's note: always make sure you know some human anatomy before experimenting with bondage! don't want to pinch a nerve or cut off blood flow! also condition your rope, the rope bottom will greatly appreciate it!

contents: 18+ ONLY, smut, matt murdock x reader, gender neutral reader, gentle softdom!matt, bondage, cuffs, experimenting so very lighthearted and giggly, subspace, use of "sir," no sex, aftercare

work count: 1.9k

Matt wasn't hesitant to get you whatever you wanted; last week's want was bondage, and so Matt ordered some rope and ribbons and cuffs to get started. And luckily for him, today they were delivered. Matt made sure he made it home in time to grab the package before you could. He was excited and bubbly, unable to stop smiling.

When you walked through the front door, you shouted his direction to find him giddy on the bed with a bag behind him with your name on it. He lifted his face towards yours and pushed the box into your hands and waited, bouncing and giggling, but patient enough for you to lift the lid to his suprise: the best night of your life.

Inside, the treasures you had been waiting for. The top of the pile was handcrafted leather cuffs with buckles and D rings for the chain between them to hold on. Under it was a bundle of black cotton, but highly textured, rope, and a bundle of white thick ribbon. You squealed as you pulled everything out of the box, pushing Matt down onto the bed, kissing him until he was a giggly mess under you.

"So what do you think sweetheart? Wanna try them out?"

"Right now?"

"Right now." He flipped you over so you were under him now, arms holding himself up planted next to your head, muscles pulsating and veins showing themselves through his skin. "Lemme see those wrists."

You held out your hands to him as he moved to sit on top of your pelvis, balancing there enough to grab the cuffs. He unbuckled them exposing the felt lining interior to you for the first time.

Matt was slow and gentle looking for any sign of hesitancy or fear. Giving up control of your body wasn't something to be taken lightly; he knew that.

"Safeword and traffic light system?"

"Safeword is book, green for all good, yellow for stop or slow down, red for stop straight to aftercare." Matt felt you wriggling under him. Impatience and excitement flooded your body, eyes already getting glassy.

"And because we haven't done this before, I'm going to check in more often. Understood?"

"Yes Sir." You said with a smirk.

"Just the cuffs tonight. I gotta learn some ties before we do any of that other stuff."

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Matt spent the next week listening to videos and guides about bondage and rope play. He practiced ties on himself when he could so he would have a better understanding of the body positioning and feel of the rope on his skin. Matt also experimented with wearability of the ropes, sometimes tying himself a harness in the morning and wearing it under his work clothes all day. He would deny enjoying it though, no matter how much he missed it when he untangled it all from his body.

After absorbing as much information as possible, Matt invited you over for dinner. But you knew it was a ruse. He tried to keep all the learning, all the workships he listened to, all the times he tied ropes upon himself, but he was weak when it came to you. Over dinner he told you everything he learned: anatomy, ties, how to condition the rope, the differences and similarities between shibari and restrictive bondage, everything.

"Did you invite me over just to tie me up?"

"Well not just to tie you up, I also wanted to teach you some ties, too."

"Sounds like my Matt Murdock, tempting me with food as a coverup to be a whore." He laughed with you clearing the plates from the table.

"You know me so well." Matt took your hand to pull you from your chair, holding you in his arms rocking gently back and forth.

"You're not even going to offer dessert?"

"Oh you'll get your dessert alright." His sentence ended with a slap to your ass, encouraging you to walk forward into the bedroom.

When you passed through the doorway, you stopped, letting Matt pass you and walk to open his closet. He pulled the bundle of rope out, gently braided among itself to prevent tangling.

"Did you know you're supposed to condition your rope? It's supposed to make it less carpet burn-y and more pressure-y." He was walking around organizing things while talking.

You stood watching, feeling the tension shift from lighthearted to more serious. Matt set a pair of scissors on the bedside table next to a half-drank water bottle and bowl of your favorite snacks.

"Did you also know that bondage has the ability to send someone off really far into subspace? And, that it can cause pretty severe brain chemical crashes? The things you learn while watching someone get tied up. You wouldn't believe." He gestured towards the bed, reaching for you to lay you down.

"Strip for me. Whatever feels most comfortable right now. Thought we could try some ties and you can tell me what you prefer. Hmm?" He was towering over you, still in his suit, as you sat down on the bed removing some of your clothes.

"For our safety, I have scissors close in case we need them. I want you to feel safe and grounded and present while we do this so you can figure out what you like. So please let me know if something's not working." He began to undo the rope bundle.

"I'm gonna start with a series of single column ties to warm you up." Matt was gentle with your body, helping you lay down on the bed and find where it was most comfortable. Even if he hadn't been hovering over you, the scent of him was overwhelming and exciting. It smothered you and sent you into a state of focus, honning in on the feeling of the sheets against your back.

Matt began the tie on your upper right arm, moving slowly and carefully. He would trace his fingers over the 'knots' to make sure they had settled correctly against your skin.

When he got to your wrist, he traced over the rope in its entirity appreciating his work. The rope felt warm against your skin, and just tight enough to absorb the pressure without feeling claustrophobic.

"Do you wanna try something more intense?"

You nodded eagerly.

"Words."

"Yes, Matt please."

He undid the tie with a single movement. Feeling it glide over your skin and watching it unravel was enough to make you moan into the silence.

Matt laughed at your moment of desparation and grabbed at your shoulders to sit you up in front of him.

"Okay next, I'm going to do the chest harness that I've been wearing to work."

"The what Matt?"

"Nothing."

His fingers were quick, throwing dozens of feet of rope around your body effortlessly until it was complete. He tucked the final end in and admired his work with his hands.

"You've been wearing this to work?" You were breathless. The feeling of rope against your skin was gradually becoming empty-brained throughout the process of being tied up. Matt could tell by your lackadasical breathing pattern and heartrate and the way your hands were grabbing at the duvet under you.

"Stay with me, love. What do you think of this?"

He grabbed the section at your diaphram and tugged. It was intoxicating. So much so you choked on your own spit.

"I'll take that as a yes. Do you wanna stay here for a bit?"

"Yes please."

He moved to sit behind you adjusting the ropes to focus the pressure on specific points.

It could have been minutes or hours, but you were gone: eyes glassy, hands reaching for him and tears sinking down your face.

Matt called this finding heaven, watching you fall apart for him so easily. He knew it was trust based. He knew he, and only he, could do this to you.

When Matt had finally had enough of sending you deeper into subspace, his hands returned to the end of the robe and began to untangle the loops.

You whined in response, but knew that this meant you got to try a new tie once this one was done.

"Can we try something even more intense?"

"Yes. Please, I'm feeling so good Matt."

He felt the blissed-out warmth spread throughout your body like electricity. When all the rope was pulled from your body he repositioned you so you were sat criss-cross in front of him.

"Okay, place your hands flat together as close as you can get both of your arms."

It took a minute for his words to become coherent, but you moved precisely where he wanted you.

"Alright I'm gonna start here, and then bind your hands together with only a bit of wiggle room. Are you ready?"

"Yes Sir."

He took his time, always double checking each step, feeling you melt under his touch. He would pull the rope taught and then check each wrap around for enough space for two fingers under it.

He began to hum to you, sending dopamine straight to your brain making you dizzy. Matt caressed the skin of your arms every so often to help you stay grounded there with him, but it was firey, like he was burning up.

When Matt finished the tie, he sat back to let you breathe into the feeling of the restraint. He felt the aura shift from impatience to joy. Your body melted into the bed, and into Matt, and into the rope and you felt every second as if it was years long.

Matt smiled before reaching for your hands. He grabbed the center where the central loops were and tugged. Your arms followed wherever he pulled, shifting you entire body around with him.

"How does it feel?"

"Like I'm floating."

And you were right. Matt could tell you were in space dancing with the stars. He let go of the tie and grabbed your hips using your center of gravity to pull you onto him. He wiggled until you were laying next to him arms above you, body limp to his touch.

"Just my little plaything, hmm?"

He tugged and pulled and forced you to move under his hold over and over until you were too far gone to remember how to speak. When Matt decided enough was enough, he started the process of untying you.

He kissed over the indents of the rope, leaving wet marks to help cool your skin. It was intense and overwhelming and Matt was there the whole time shh-ing you, whispering praise into your raw skin until it was rosy again.

One second he was there over you, and the next gone, and the next holding water up towards your mouth, and the next pressing goldfish crackers to your lips reminding your to chew.

When you finally regained access to language, he started his questioning.

"Okay. What did you think? How was it? Do you want to do it again?"

"Again? Like right now?" You were still in a daze, struggling to fidn reality still.

"No, honeybee. Like soon, another time."

"Mmhm. You could do it again in 20 minutes if you really wanted to."

"That excited, hmm?"

"It was one of the best things we've ever tried?"

"Better than that vibe I bought you."

"Don't push it Matthew." You said with a smirk.

He kept feeding you until all the color was back in your cheeks.

Matt kissed your forehead and held you for a while until he started getting sleepy.

"So about you wearing the harness to work?"

"Don't push it."

[silverynight]

Worthy

Izuku knows Katsuki has been under a lot of stress lately; it's their last year in the UA and they need to be prepared to find an agency soon.

The omega is also worried about his future, he wants to be the number one pro hero as well, but for some reason Katsuki has been pushing himself to the limit in the last months.

Which has made his inner alpha snap a couple of times, however, Izuku knows exactly how to help him; even though their friendship hasn't been perfect and they stopped being friends for a while, they're on good terms now and since they both know each other better than anyone else, the omega is always able to calm him down.

Although their classmates find it more fascinating than it truly is.

"Izuku," Katsuki mumbles, looking absolutely exhausted as he stumbles into the common room. He's grumpy and his sharp teeth are exposed, which means his inner alpha is taking control.

The other alphas in their group tense immediately, actually, everyone seems to look at him like they're waiting for an explosion to occur.

"Did you really go to the gym to train after our test?" The omega huffs, getting a little bit irritated, he always does that whenever he's worried. He's probably the only one now who is not afraid of Katsuki's inner alpha.

"I need to prepare even more if I want–"

"You also need to rest," Izuku narrows his eyes before taking a deep breath. "Go take a bath, put something comfy and then come back here."

Katsuki nods and as soon as he gets out, everyone seems to release the breath they were holding.

Izuku really thinks they're overreacting.

"Are you dating Bakugo, Deku-kun?" Uraraka asks, prompting the green haired omega to choke and turn red in seconds.

"If you are, I'm gonna have a word with Blasty for not telling his friends first!" Ashido complains immediately, pouting.

"He's not," Todoroki says before Izuku can try to say something again. "You're not, right?"

"Of course I'm not! We're friends!"

"Then why–"

Kaminari has to shut up because Katsuki rushes into the room, kicks Iida away so he can cuddle Izuku and use one if his thighs as a pillow.

As they often do in Katsuki's room, Izuku starts running his fingers through his hair.

"Help me sleep... I can't–"

"Sleep," Izuku whispers against his ear and Katsuki's body relaxes completely before falling asleep on the omega's lap.

The uncomfortable silence that follows is what makes Izuku look up, only to realize everyone's staring at him.

"What?"

"How are you two not dating?" Hagakure squeaks.

"I didn't know Bakubro let you command him!" Kirishima grins, looking from the blond to Izuku. "That's so manly!"

Alright, even the omega knows how it looks like, but they're completely wrong.

"Listen, this is not... that," Izuku stammers, running his fingers through the alpha's hair as he speaks: "It's... Sometimes he can't bring himself to relax completely so he asks me to use an omega command..."

"You know that omega commands don't work if you're not compatible with the alpha, right?" Uraraka points out, narrowing her eyes. "Also the alpha needs to feel certain–"

"It's because we're friends!" Izuku cuts her off, blushing again.

"He's purring right now."

Yaoyorozu is right, Katsuki is purring, but it's a loud alpha purr that alphas only let out when they're completely relaxed and happy.

"He always purrs when he's asleep," the omega argues because it's not a big deal. Alright... he purrs sometimes when he's awake as well, but only when Izuku agrees to wear one of his hoodies and when Izuku is eating something Katsuki made for him and...

Perhaps he shouldn't mention any of those things to his friends. It could lead to a misunderstanding.

"You can't be sure about that," Ashido says, looking like she's enjoying herself a lot.

"Yes, I'm sure because there's not a single time I haven't heard him purr in his sleep, even when we were kids and had slumber parties..."

"Right after he presented?" Iida asks, looking a little bit curious.

"Yes, but–"

"But you were with him every single one of those times..." Hagakure points out and suddenly the omega feels like no one is on his side.

"I know that, but I'm sure..."

"He doesn't purr when you're not there," Jiro assures him. "I would've heard."

"Remember that camping trip Aizawa took us on in order to train in a different environment? Sero, Kiri and I slept in the same tent as Blasty and he didn't purr, not even once." Kaminari cuts in.

"He also woke up really grumpy the next day," Sero adds.

"It was mostly because he was jealous of Todoroki for sleeping in the same tent as Midoriya," Kirishima says, prompting Izuku to turn red.

"I loved that camping trip," Todoroki closes his eyes as if he's remembering that day.

"What are you trying to say?" Izuku finally asks, gently placing a hand over one of Katsuki's ears, even though he knows he's completely asleep.

"Bakugo has feelings for you, Deku-kun."

"No, he doesn't," the omega says in a whisper, feeling suddenly sad as the words come out of his lips.

***

Izuku decides not to think about it and instead focuses on scolding the alpha for pushing himself too much.

It's early in the morning and Katsuki is already up, making katsudon for Izuku.

"Kacchan, you don't have to–"

"I want to. Now shut up and eat, nerd!" The alpha grins when he sees Izuku taking a bowl for himself.

"You should've slept a little bit more instead..."

"Nonsense!" Katsuki chuckles, looking more and more happy as he watches Izuku take a couple of bites. "I'm perfectly fine!"

"This is amazing, Kacchan!" The omega can't help it, his friend's food is always delicious.

Katsuki starts purring.

They eat for a while in content silence, but when the alpha mentions something about training before heading to class, Izuku stops him by grabbing his arm.

"Kacchan, you don't have to prove anything..." The omega pulls him closer before cradling his face. He smiles gently at him and the alpha melts into the touch immediately. "Why are you trying so hard?"

Suddenly, something in Katsuki breaks; his expression looks vulnerable and desperate as he puts one of his hands over Izuku's like he doesn't want to let go of it.

"You deserve only the best," the alpha mumbles, nuzzling against Izuku's palm. "So I need to become the best alpha, the best pro hero... to be worthy of you."

His inner omega purrs in delight.

"Do you want to be my mate, Kacchan?"

"More than anything, but I have to–"

Izuku shuts him up with a quick kiss that leaves the alpha a little dumbfounded for a couple of seconds. The alpha starts purring again, but this time the omega purrs right back.

"You don't have to do anything, Kacchan. You are the number one to me already and I want you as my mate."

Awestruck, Katsuki smiles fondly at him, like he can't quite believe his luck before he rubs their noses together.

"Can I bite you?"

"After we graduate," the omega stammers, flustered. "Because I want to tell my mom... and I think we should date for a while first."

Katsuki nods, taking a few steps closer to the omega to give him another, more eager kiss on the lips that leaves Izuku dizzy in a good way.

"Can I at least scent you?"

"Of course you can, Kacchan."

Turns out their classmates were right after all, but Izuku is actually happy to be wrong for once. Maybe he should listen to Uraraka more often from now on.

***

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[nalyra-dreaming]

Regarding Daniel’s vampire eyes: The boring and even frustrating - but what I think is the most likely - reason for Daniel’s vampire eyes 1) being revealed as they were and 2) being the same color as Armand’s - is probably…

1. That they came up with a more fun/in-character reveal with the sunglasses for Daniel after the script was written. And that due to this ”new reveal” Daniel’s eyes were meant to look ‘normal’ through his shaded glasses (the glas in the glasses working as colored contacts) and then his vampire eyes were going to be dramatically revealed as he took them off. But when they looked back at it during editing, they wanted to make it clearer (or more visually dramatic) that his eye color was different, so they used ”movie magic” to make Daniel’s eyes appear his ”normal” blue/green for a second longer than they should have - making the change more evident (and dramatic!). Alternatively possibly EB struggled with the colored contacts (I think some people are allergic?) and it was all movie magic - and a goof. However I don’t find this latter scenario very plausible, EB put out a photo of his new colored contacts expressing excitement about wearing them. I’m pretty sure the decision was motivated by the wish too make the reveal as visually interesting as possible, which is a bit annoying since it doesn’t make any sense lore-wise.

2. Regarding the color - the script specifics that they are yellow right? Possibly Rolin’s simply chose yellow since that is a strong color, which would have differentiated Daniel from the rest of the main vampires (at the writing stage at least)? But then Santiago’s eyes (and Madeleine’s I think?) ended up being yellow - and/or yellow simply didn’t look good on EB/Daniel - so they went with something else. I’m pretty relieved they didn’t go with yellow, but it frustrates me that EVERY vampire(?) except Louis and Lestat have yellow or red. It is a bit uninspired, and dull, no? I also know a lot of Daniel fans want his eyes to be violet (like in the books), which definitely might have been better. Possibly violet might have ended up looking too strange though… Louis’ and Lestat’s vampiric eyes are still an unworldly version of ”normal” colors. And the same is basically true for Armand and Claudia. I don’t know, I kinda like vampire Daniel’s eye color but I feel a bit annoyed at the overuse of yellow/red - and the reveal in which Daniel’s eye color definitely changes - for seemingly no real reason - is a bit annoying if it is just a one-off. Would have been more interesting with a dark green possibly or violet/purple.

I don’t think Daniel has been body-snatched by Raglan here simply because Daniel is too much himself - if that makes sense? I don’t think Raglan could act so much like him. I’m convinced Daniel was changed in Dubai as well, which would not really give Raglan an opportunity to steal his body before Armand turned him. However to be fair - there is the unresolved plot of the ’reciprocation’… But in the teaser for S3 I also find it hard to believe that it isn’t the real Daniel we are hearing. And I don’t think the S3 teaser takes place before Daniel’s telepathic phone call with Louis. He is pitching writing another book there - and I’m pretty sure he went to do a documentary with Lestat after doing that, not before. What do you think about all of this? What is the most likely motivation do you think? Thank you!

Hey!

Sooo... first off, I don't think Daniel has been body snatched either. But he might be willing to... "host", let's put it that way. Because, yes, what exactly is "reciprocation" :))) But if he is we'll likely only hear about it much later.

As per your theories:

Maybe. Maybe they just thought it cool. Absolutely possible. If so I want to shake my proverbial fist at them :)))

Yeah, but... no. I mean.... Louis and Lestat, yes, and Marius, and Gabrielle, and so on. They won't give them yellow eyes either. Of that I'm fairly sure.^^ And if that is the case then why did they not give Daniel "his" color? It just doesn't make sense to me. Daniel is one of the few characters that have a very specific book canon eye color. The eyes are not described for every character. His are. I just don't see him with yellow, tbh. They must have a reason for that. *shrugs* Else they could have done Louis' yellow as well.

Ahhh, it's an... unsolvable mystery right now^^. Do come back and discuss it with me again when we know?^^

[from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras]

Random thoughts in a boring meeting, armor edition:

I spent a lot of time on planes last week and United has LOTR as an in-flight entertainment option so I just rewatched everything again, and I am more convinced than ever—if we’re on Middle Earth fit watch, absolutely no one has battle armor that looks better than this:

I mean, it’s just impeccable. The gleam of the metallics on the chest and vambraces. The intricate design on the breastplate. The contrasting leather plackart. The shine on the scale armor that almost looks like a coat of tiny silver coins. The richness of the red of the cloak, with its own silver brooch fastener. The subtle little leather archer’s glove. My guy is absolute perfection, and that’s just the clothes, not even the elf inside them!

It takes a LOT for me to pick something over Eomer’s armor, which (of course) I also deeply love. The rust red leather with the cut-outs to see the metal underneath is so cool with its balance of art and function, and the horse tail helmet is distinctively bad ass—you can’t miss him in a crowd. (Théoden and Théodred have similar leather-covered armor with metallic decorative details, so the royal armorer in Rohan is apparently just an absolute beast.) Plus, though they don’t always wear them, Éomer and the other Rohirrim soldiers have those gorgeous green cloaks, too, which look so great flowing in the wind when they ride. (And again, we’re not giving points for face or bod, because COME ON!)

It’s a truly amazing look. But I’m still giving the slightest edge to the marchwarden here. Haldir’s armor makes him looks otherworldly in a way, like he really did just walk out of some glorious legend of the elder days in order to come save your mortal ass. Tolkien said elves shine with a special light about them, and Haldir is absolutely glowing in this armor!

Now, is it a coincidence that these two also happen to be the hottest guys in the films (to my own personal tastes, of course)? Actually, yes! I really did consider everyone else! Gimli’s helmet has really cool detail along the cheekbones and across the brow, but nothing else he wears stands out to me. Legolas hardly wears any traditional armor pieces, and Gandalf is free-balling it in his robes with no armor. The Gondorian battle armor is surprisingly plain—the tree device is pretty but subtle, and it could use more color and/or metals that have more of a shine to them. The orcs and uruks are just gross (by design). The Witch King’s armor is cool, I will give you that. But other than the articulated iron joints, it doesn’t have as much specific detail. And there are some unique and eye-catching elements to the armor of some of the Easterlings and Haradrim, but we don’t get great views of all of it and there’s the whole complicated issue of the sourcing of many of the visual characterizations in the Sauron-aligned men that is way beyond the scope of just what I’m looking at here.

So, yeah. Haldir and Éomer. I feel good about my choices!

[ghostly-penumbra]

DannyMay 2023. Day Twenty-seven

“Rings”

Ao3

Summary: Danny and Death talk, in a mostly official capacity.

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Danny swung his legs back and forth, restless as he sat on the railing o his balcony in Pariah’s- his castle, Danny’s, the King’s.

Clockwork had told him he would meet someone here, and that he better be dressed the part of the King. He had said it with a smile, though, and eased Danny’s worry.

But since he couldn’t just be mysterious and also had to be cryptic, he had then said it was someone Danny had already met, twice.

Prodding and asking got him nowhere after that so Danny dropped it and got ready, wearing his galaxy-print cape (with accurate, moving stars!), the Ring of Rage in hand and the Crown o Fire resting atop his head, its flames licking the air with a constant, soothing crackling.

“Hey, you waited for me!”

Danny turned around and had to blink to clear his eyes, because for a second he thought Sam was here but- no, this wasn’t Sam at all.

“Usually it’s the other way around.” Said the- girl? Woman? Said the goth, because that she was, wearing an all-black outfit from combat boots to top hat and umbrella (maybe it was raining where she had been?), along with what Danny was sure was an Egyptian symbol on her left eye and another that she wore in a collar hanging on her chest.

“Oh, uh, hi. You are- the person Clockwork told me about?” Danny said, and couldn’t help but make it a question at the end.

“Yes, Danny, that’s me.” She said simply, and didn’t elaborate only smiled at him some more.

Danny looked at her for a few more, awkward seconds, and then-

“Ah.” He gaped at her as recognition swept through him. A steady, unmoving presence, a soothing, kind voice that calmed him down even as he was torn apart, a hand taking his, ready to welcome him, except-

Except.

“Hey…” He greeted her anew.

“Hey.” Death answered.

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“Uh, so… I don’t mean to be rude or anything,” Danny started after a bit of small talk. Death had joined him in the railing, picking a purple flower and adorning her hair with it, “but, well Clockwork told me to ‘dress the part’ as King, so I don’t think this is just a social visit, right?”

Death chuckled at him, “You’re right, dad didn’t just call us here to become friends, even if it’s nice to see you again.”

“Your dad called? But it was Clockw- gramps is a father?!” Danny exclaimed, shocked into using the nickname –the title, really– that he reserved for the privacy of his mind and Clockwork’s lair. “But that means-” His eyes widened like saucer and he felt his jaw drop in horror.

“I see you have connected the dots.” Death said, clearly amused.

“I didn’t connect shit!” Danny hurried to say, mortified and blushing a vibrant green. “In fact! I am autistic, which, in case you don’t know, is a learning disability which makes it entirely possible for me to not have figured anything out about my grandpa that could potentially change the way I see him- stop laughing!”

What had started as repressed giggles had turned into joyful cackles and Death’s smile split her face in half.

“We have business to attend! Royal duty! Formal stuff!”

“Sorry, sorry! It’s just-” Death put a hand on her mouth and calmed herself down with effort. “But you’re right, we should get back in track. Can you show me your ring?”

The change in topic, though appreciated, was so sudden that Danny could only obey bringing his left hand up and staring at the red, angry skull sitting on his finger.

“Do you know the history of this ring, Phantom?” She asked, taking his hand in both of hers.

“Not really, no.” The halfa admitted. “Grandpa- I mean, Clockwork has taught me some stuff, but there’s, like, a lot of stuff he says he still has to teach me.”

“Does he now?” Death said in a tone Danny couldn’t decipher, but when he turned to look at her, she had gotten her amicable expression back in place. “Your ring is a gift.” She finally started. “It used to be mine, one of my tools of office, actually, made to command straggling ghosts that wanted to find their way, and help them move on.

“I gave it to the first Ruler of the Ghost Zone, to officially turn that tear in between realities where souls sought refuge into a proper Afterlife, and end the war between pantheons that wanted it for themselves.”

Danny was paying rapt attention, leaning in closer to Death like a moth to a flame. He had never heard of this; Clockwork had not only been teaching Danny about history, but had sent him on adventures missions across time to gain experience he wouldn’t get in Amity Park, and grandpa was like, very old, so he knew a lot of history and had been there for all of it, so Danny wasn’t surprised he hadn’t been told about this yet; did Pandora know about this, though? Had her pantheon been one of those at war? How long ago had this been? If so, how or why was she here?

Unfortunately, Death didn’t seem about to enter into many details.

“With it, ghosts were allowed to rule over themselves as they saw fit, with no god to oversee them, and the war was over.”

Yeah, he would have to ask grandpa about this.

“That’s… cool. Um, thanks! Really…” Danny stuttered, placing a hand on his nape. “Ah, so…” He didn’t know what she was getting at. “Do you… want it back?” He asked, unsure.

“No, Danny, it’s a gift and it’s now yours.” Death smiled at him kindly. “I’m here to help you with it, actually. May I?”

Nervously, Danny nodded, and Death lifted his hand with hers, and touched the Ring of Rage; Danny saw the skull glow blood red the moment she did, enveloping their joined hands in its eerie light.

“Pariah Dark corrupted it, not long after he took the throne.” Death kept explaining. “Rather than motivate and lead the ghosts, he wanted to control them, bind them to his will.

“That wasn’t the ring’s purpose, I didn’t give it that purpose, so Pariah couldn’t completely overpower it, and instead he let it be a- transmitter for his rage, to make it be felt, to frighten other ghosts into obeying. You have felt it, haven’t you?”

Danny thought of the first time he had put on the Ring, of the furious growl that had reverberated through his head his bones, his core, pushing, demanding something it couldn’t word, its name just out of reach.

Although it wasn’t lie Danny had tried to help it reach out, either. And he now suspected where it had tried to reach.

 A sealed sarcophagus.

“It’s annoying.” He said bluntly. “It’s bothersome and insistent and I already said no, but it keeps on pushing and, honestly, I have been seconds away from chunking it into the sun.”

Death chuckled softly and, finally, covered his hand in both of hers. “That’s what I’m here for.” She clutched at his hands in a tither –yet painless– grip, and the light that filtered through their fingers slowly dimmed out and died.

When she opened her hands again, in Danny’s finger rested an obsidian-black gem with only one reflective face that showed Danny’s own.

Through its serene silence, Danny could feel all the denizens of the Zone, ready and waiting to be rallied around a common cause.

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lmao this is funny to me because the "Clocwork is Father Time (of the Endless)" is a thing I've talekd about in the dp server, but only recently did i board the headcanon "he is an awful father, but an amazing grandfather", which is the characterization i've given him here

he loves his adopted grandson so much that he'll deal with his annoying children for him! asdfghjjklñ that's so awful!

i'll be posting this separate once i finish the event

[mooropitant399]

@bxrningdragxn and I made some headcanons about Steven’s family possibly celebrating lunar new year bc of course ‘Tis the season after all!!

Steven definitely adheres to the tradition of new clothes every new year :)) he probably doesn’t wear the traditional prosperous colours but definitely leans towards shades of dark blue/forest green for his suit (no grey/black bc bad luck!!) but he does wear a nice red tie/cravat! On a year that he’s feeling extra festive, he wears patterns!

His dad’s side of the family is small, so it’s mostly his mum’s side that come to visit. His mum’s family is definitively less well off so reunion dinner is always held at the Stone mansion.

Steven’s cousin used to be pretty decent but grew up alongside the golden boy with the silver hair so has a chip on his shoulder, he’s always trying to one-up him by showing off his wife and his new glittery watch, or that his child’s in Oxford’s kindergarten programme, the rest of his cousins are just kinda /there/, most are just showing up as an obligation lol and waiting for those big red packets from daddy stone’s pocket

His aunties are no better are is always trying to be nosy like “when are you getting a partner, oh you haven’t taken over Devon yet hmmm, did you lose/gain weight this year” or are boasting abt their kids

Honestly Joseph and Steven hate it but to honour Mum’s memory (named Sharon in my hc) they still have them around every year

Steven’s favourite part is to play with his nieces and nephews because even though they remind him of his youth playing with his cousin before he got obsessed with being better than him

But but his relationship with his cousin improves when he finally gets an s/o because they give the cousin a firm talking to the first time they come round, cos cousin makes a snarky comment abt him and s/o straight up is like “why are you saying such mean things abt him? Are you jealous of him? Lny is about the family gathering again after a long year, he’s travelled a long way to see you and the rest of the family at his dad’s home and he always looks forward to catching up with you, please respect him as much as he respects you” and cousin is like damn… my bad

And yes they eat lots and lots and lots of lny snacks! also Steven matches outfit themes w his s/o once they come into his life :))

[sonicasura]

The Wrecker and the Ogre

Yes, this is the title for Ogerpon!Miko in TFP cause why not? The Pokemon in general is based on the tale of Momotaro if it was a role swap. What you'll find here will be a mix of shenanigans than just plot relevance. It's Miko. You should expect this.

For those wondering what she looks like here, Miko's horns have hot pink highlights on the sides and tips similar to her canon counterpart. The leaf bang on her head is also hot pink in color. Upon being taken into the Autobot's care, Miko is given a green ribbon from Bulkhead with the team emblem in bright red. It's tied to her right horn in a little bow.

Before the Autobots became into their lives, Miko lived at the school. Constantly stealing art supplies or food whenever possible and slept practically everywhere. Teacher's desk? You can see her footprints there. Principal's chair? Bloke still wonders how ivy got inside the school. This is part of her night routine.

Daytime is watching the classrooms from inside the vents and copies what they do. Miko taught herself how to read but also write partly because of these observations. She tends to hold quite a grudge against bullies. Miko often toss rocks, jumpscare, vandalize the desks or make their turned in assignments disappear before the teacher can see. It depends on the bully in question as someone like Vince gets all that.

Befriending Raf and Jack further expanded her interactions outside of the school. Either boy tends to sneak Miko into their respective home just to hang out or for an impromptu sleepover. Jack saved up some extra money to get the Ogerpon a satchel so she can carry her stuff better. Raf offered up items that his siblings didn't want which includes her guitar and a sleeping bag.

Miko trusts them enough to look after her three other masks if she can't find a safe place to hide these precious items for the day. This is partly because the staff does a frequent search on the school grounds due to the constant thefts and vandalisms by her. Believe me when I say the two boys would've housed Miko at their place if they could.

Considering she isn't human, how the little mischief maker meet the Autobot? Raf took a leap of faith and asked Bumblebee to bring Miko along. The scout was obviously confused until the boy subtly call over to the Grass Type hiding in the bush. (Miko sees them off every time after school.)

You can bet the Autobots were so clueless while Jack was panicking cause when she had skip over to Bulkhead without a care. Fun fact! Miko almost ended up in RATCHET'S custody. Optimus obviously asked if the two knew what she was as he's pretty sure this isn't a native Earth species.

The severe lack of information made Ratchet the most capable in looking after Miko. However she threw that plan away and chose Bulkhead instead. Miko made it clear by ignoring Ratchet just to follow the Wrecker around. Thus Bulkhead takes her to Ratty for mandatory check ups with little issue.

Any documentation about Miko is handled not just by our dear medic but also Optimus as well. The Ogerpon is an unknown species and the Autobot Leader was an archivist. Curiosity nor hobby like interest isn't something even a divine pacemaker can remove. He's also in charge of her lessons too.

Jack and Raf did give them all the information they know from hanging out with Miko. A little sheet that help make some of her antics less concerning as she stays at base. Miko tends to change which mask she wears around partly around her mood.

Cheerful? Then the Cornerstone Mask will be greeting everyone for awhile. Bored or sad results in the Wellspring Mask. Hearthflame easily matches when she is angry and upset. Otherwise, Miko wears the standard Teal Mask. It's a very useful mood reader as Bulkhead learns how to handle each emotion.

She didn't let any of the bots touch these masks for quite awhile though. These items are priceless possessions and Miko doesn't let just anyone handle them. A fair warning given by the other two members of the Jasper Trio. Once Miko does trust a bot, she shows it through 'accidentally' leaving her mask in their room for them to return.

Speaking of rooms, the Ogerpon becomes Bulkhead's roommate. Miko does have her own room but its more like storage since she likes sneaking into the Wrecker's room the most. Optimus and sometimes Bumblebee are the only ones not really bothered by the sudden invasion.

Here's the order of who she completely trusts btw: Bulkhead, Bumblebee, Optimus, Arcee, Ratchet, Wheeljack, Ultra Magnus and Smokescreen.

Miko doesn't exactly sit still at base either. If she isn't drawing, being taught how to speak, sleeping or eating then she's doing one of two things. Running around and playing about with full on zoomies. (Poor Ratchet as his stuff tends to get broken during that time.)

Or she's training somewhere on site unless Bulkhead takes her out an excursion. Miko is still a Pokemon, a Legendary btw, so the idea of battling tends to crop up over time. Not all the school stuff she vandalized is from mischief nor a grudge.

Here's her starting moveset as it will change the further we go in the show. Only move that remains is Ivy Cudgel. List of possible moves alongside stats for those curious.

Ivy Cudgel- The user strikes with an ivy wrapped cudgel. The move's type changes depending on the mask worn and it has a heightened chance for critical hits(does 3x damage.)

Horn Leech- The user drain the target's energy with its horns. Half the damage done is reverted into HP.

Vine Whip- Strikes the target with slender whiplike vines

Rock Tomb- User hurls boulders at their target with the chance of lowering the opponent's speed.

Some moves Miko learns occur during a very serious situation. Whether it is to protect others or through righteous fury, these particular techniques tend to be quite powerful. A little example is the move Spiky Shield. This attack protects the user but also deals damage to the attacker if its a physical strike. I wonder which opponent tends to get physical the most. 😏

Anytime Miko shows off a new move then it's an immediate visit to Ratchet. Bulkhead already flipped when she had shown up during a training session and shattered a boulder half his size with a single strike. It basically gone to the point where the Wrecker had to record such discoveries as it got in the way of the medic's schedule.

Since we are on the combat section, it's time to go into Terastallization. Miko can terastallize her masks to bring out her true powers. Whenever she does, those who have energy sensors will pick up a MASSIVE power surge. This landed Miko in multiple crossfires from the Decepticons to even MECH.

First time she terastallized is in Rock Bottom using the Teal Mask. Miko had enough at that point and to have Starscream near her partner was the last straw. Screamer sure as hell screamed in terror when a giant menacing crystal mask descended on him.

Everyone, even Bulkhead, thought it was a one time transformation. They were sorely mistaken when Miko terastallizes again in T.M.I with the Wellspring Mask(the whole situation severely upset her) against Knockout. It was after this that Optimus set out a rule.

Miko can't terastallize outside of base unless it's for important emergencies. Ratchet began to study the unknown energy although any major breakthroughs took longer as the four masks held important clues. And Miko didn't fully trust him yet for him to even look at one.

The last part for this involves the Wreckers. Discussions about what would happen post war is pretty common with the bots. It's usually saved when the kids are gone and Miko's fast asleep.

Bulkhead does want to see the universe but now he has another goal added to it. Take Miko with him and maybe find out where she came from. Its probably obvious that the little one been very lonely before she met the boys.

Bulkhead is scared as hell about being so in the dark about Miko. A worry that stems when she gotten a simple fever one day. Jack and Raf did their boost to show him how to handle it. Despite Miko recovering, it still frightened Bulkhead for quite awhile. Even moreso from how attached he's gotten to her. The same goes for the Wreckers as Miko absolutely wormed her way into their sparks.

You can bet your ass that the team convince Bulkhead to adopt her. Even Optimus as everyone knew those two need each other more than they know. Thus Bulkhead adopts Miko as his little sparkling.

You can compare him to the fun yet cautious kind of parent. He indulges Miko's antics as long as it doesn't get her in seriously trouble. Whether that be enjoying rock music, go dune bashing, or wrecking stuff. Bulkhead will go apeshit if someone dared harm a leaf on Miko's head.

If Bulkhead is her dad then Wheeljack is the chaotic uncle. Those two get into so much trouble that something not exploding in the next five minutes is considered an omen. Jackie is an absolute enabler about Miko going on missions and spoils her rotten.

Ultra Magnus can be compared to an awkward yet caring authority figure(hasn't found his familial spot). He sees a lot of potential in Miko but has a difficult time connecting with her. The mech definitely smiled upon seeing a mask in his room as it's a major milestone to him. Once the war is over, Ultra Magnus picks up various info that could help in Bulkhead's search for her origins.

Before I forget, Miko still does get the Apex Armor. What you guys don't know is that it is compatible to her Terastallization. Yup, a giant conduit to channel this immense power. She terastallizes the armor and it wears the giant crystal version of the current mask Miko has on.

If Wheeljack recorded the absolute smackdown laid on Predaking to share later, no one would fault him for it. Miko is going places as a Wrecker so why not mark her milestones? He won't mention anything about Bulkhead shedding a tear like the proud sire he is.

[urlocalnonbinarybastardwrites]

Hiii! So, I'm kinda nervous to try but I wanna try the whole matchmaking thing for DC if you don't mind?

So, I'm 5'1, have shoulder length fluffy black hair, I have brownish yellow skin, have a scar above my left eyebrow from some stitches I got there, and dark-ish brown eyes.

I'd say I'm an energetic person, but at the same time have almost no energy for anything if that makes sense? I'm energetic if it's something I like, tired 24/7 otherwise. I'm self diagnosed with Autism and ADHD, waiting on an official diagnosis when I have the money for it. My favorite colors are green, blue, purple, red and black. I like dancing, singing, am super into music, learning how to skateboard right now, I love riding bikes, I am obsessed with reading, I enjoy theatre and am probably a theatre kid. I also like watching anime. I don't really have any close friends, but I do have a lot of friends and acquaintances! I'm a social butterfly and can Yap about anything I'm passionate about. I'm bisexual (masc leaning) and Genderfluid. I love animals and currently do ballet. I'm also a math whiz and a science whiz.

My fashion sense leans on more goth, punk, emo, alt, and Cottagecore. I constantly wear platforms and spiked rings, sometimes dangly earrings. I also wear fingerless gloves a lot. And I mostly wear black.

I dunno what else I can use to describe myself, so I hope this is enough?

Your DCU Ship: Tim Drake

Explanation: starting off with physical attraction, I think he would be very attracted to you. He’s not much taller than you. He’s about 5 inches taller than you and I think that he likes that you’re shorter than him because it’s often hard to find a person that is shorter than him.  he would also probably find your scars pretty bad ass cool and definitely ask lots of questions about where you got them and if you were ever insecure about your scars, he would just tell you how cool they make you look. he also thinks that your brown eyes are really pretty, and if you ever tried to insist that they were just plain brown eyes, and there was nothing special about them then he would definitely start comparing them to all sorts of pretty brown things like the rich soil of the earth or the darkest chestnut wood, chocolate, and coffee or things like that. yes this does make sense. I’m kind of a similar person and also I think that you and Tim would be a great balance. He’s always kind of tired and he doesn’t really sleep or he’s alarm clocks and he’s always kind of drained so I think that you guys will make a good couples, especially with your constant energy. I feel like it would energize him a bit, and he would make you a little bit less chaotic and give you a little bit more motivation to do things. If you were ever tired because it was a boring day then I’m sure he would make coffee with you and then try to cheer you up a little bit and you guys will be just cute little coffee, grumpy people together. He would also totally do a lot of outdoorsy activities with you even though he’s more of a stay and read person. He’s more of an introvert so I feel like your social butterfly would kind of bring him out of that a little bit and he could help you kind of not overwhelming yourself with social interaction. also, if you’re into math and science, you guys would totally geek out together like I feel like you would be so cool. You guys could just go into a room and talk for hours about that stuff and never get bored and I feel like he’d be very happy that you share some of those more similar hobbies to him and I mean he is literally a better detective than Bruce Wayne himself. He’s extremely intelligent so he would love discussing those things with you, as a kid, he listens to musicals. I feel like not a theater kid himself, but he would listen to musicals with you, and I feel like he would listen to his musicals on his own anyway, and he would come to all of her shows and always be super supportive. he also really loves your fashion taste and I feel like that’s kind of what made you stick out to him in the first place as he was like oh my gosh that person is so cool and I’m such a nerd. I’m such a dork like and he was super awkward approaching you and then you approach him and started talking to him and he probably got pretty flustered and awkward and I don’t know. I just feel like it would kind of be a really funny interaction for you to guys to have because I mean, I have a theory that he’s incredibly confident as red Robin his superhero persona but when he’s Tim Drake, he is so awkward man. He cannot hold a conversation and then red Robin. He’s like so smooth talking that’s my theory. anyway yall r cutieee 💙

[ratherbefangirling]

DRABBLE: Betrayal

Part ◾1 🖤 2 🖤 3 ◾

Pairing : Jimin x reader

Genre: hurt/comfort, yandere(soft) not very obvious in this one

The music thrummed through the walls of the club.

You stood outside the bathroom waiting for one of your friends. Your other friends were either already seated or enjoying the themelves on the dance floor. It was your friends birthday and she had invited you to the party. They also planned to surprise ther other friend with a custom cake and gifts because they missed her birthday.

They didn't get one for mine. your brain cruelly supplies.

Instead Jimin came knocking at your door exactly twelve 'o' clock, with a boquet and a cake and balloons. If it were any other day you wouldn't let him inside your house. You would ask him where he got your address even if you knew finding things about you was just a piece of cake for him.

"Are you ok?" your friend Momo asks as she takes a look at your face.

"I am fine." you reply politely.

Lights kept flashing. Blue, Red, Green ; brightening the cave like atmosphere of the place. You take a seat. The menu is passed round so everyone can select what they want to order. After placing the order. Everyone decides to go to the roof for pictures. The roof is airy. The weather is cloudy but you put on your brightest smile... so that nobody notices. The waiter calls you as the food is served. You try eating but you can only pick on your meal. Which you really shouldn't considering you'd technically paid for it. The gifts and cake were pricey afterall.

The meal ends and the waiter brings the surprise cake. Sulli smiles brightlyy plesantly surprised and you cant help but envy her. Your friend Sora nudges you and you take out the hand made scrapbook you'd pulled an all nighter on.. even though it was supposed to be a group project. You wonder why you invest so much when you get barely anything in return.

"I'm sorry something came up."you tell your hosts."I had a lot of fun see you later."

"Should I drop you?" Sora asks since she was your ride.

"I'll manage." You reply

Staying any longer felt unbearable.You sit on the stairs at the entrance of the club. Removing your high heels from your aching feet, you didnt know what possessed you to wear them.

Drops fell one by one, then all at once.

You clench your fist. Your nails pressing painfully on your palms.

You take out your phone to check the time and book a cab. You are ready to throw your phone when it reads unavailable.

You wonder if the buses will work.

You make a run to the nearest bus stop. You sit at the bus stop drenched. Even more uncomfortable than before.

You tug your jacket closer feeling uncomfortable at the men staring at you unashamed. Their smoking makes you nauseous for some reason.

You look to check the time again.

Your phone rings and you almost drop it.

"Hello." You say answering the call.

"Hi angel. I didn't think you'd answer my call."

"Mmh... what do you want?" Your voice is but a whimper for some reason.

"Can't I say I miss you?"

"You're my boss Jimin."

"So if I wasn't would you give me a chance." He questions.

"I dont know." There is silence on the line. "Actually I was just thinking about you... I uh.."

"I'm listening angel you have all my attention."

"It's Nothing." You say before you sneeze.

"Hmm I couldn't hear you doll are you outside?"

"Yes ... it was a birthday.. one of my friends had invited us."

"Do you need a ride home?" He asks.

"No its fine. I dont even know why I'm talking to my boss on the weekend."

"Come on I'll drop you. You're alone right.. Its dangerous for such a beautiful girl to be out. Send me your location now I'll be there."

You couldn't help but feel flattered. That Jimin would drop whatever he was doing for you at a moments notice. It was insane. The stark contrast of people in your life. On one hand were your friends and then there was Jimin.

You sighed. You were too tired to think. And cold. Anything seemed better than the pathetic state you were in.

As his sleek car rolls up you realise how much of a mess you were. You were surely dripping and probably ruined your makeup and hair.

The cars honk makes you get up.

The window rolls down revealing Jimin.

"I'm wet. I'll dirty it." You tell him.

"It's fine come in." He says urging you inside.

You sit and put the seat belt on when he hands you a towel.

"How?" You question without realising.

"I was shopping for home essentials for my guest room."

"Oh."You say grateful to the universe.

Jimin turns on the heater.

You open the mirror on the passenger seat to find luckily you don't look too bad.

The car ride is silent. Gentle music playing in the background so it's not awkward and before you realise it you fell asleep.

Jimin gently rouses you.

"Y/n. Angel. We're here."

You sneeze in response and are rewarded with Jimins sonorous laughter.

"Where are we?" You ask confused.

"Outside my apartment. It was closer. If you stay damp any longer you'll catch a cold. And we can't have that can we?"

Before you can answer he's dragging you along.

The building is luxurious to say the least. It looks straight out of a magazine. He leads you to the lift and up you go. The glass lift gives the night view and you can't help but admire it.

The lift opens into a hallway. Jimin unlocks his door with the press of a thumb.

The apartment is like the rest of the building sparkling and shiny.

Jimin pulls out some home slippers for you.

"Why don't you take a shower? I have some clothes that might fit."

You nod the bathroom is so clean that you're afraid to dirty it but you notice a yellow chick towel and it's a bit out of place but it makes you feel comfortable.

The jet spray is so good along with the perfect temperature of water that you never want to get out, but you're feet are aching.

So you get out and dry your hair and wear the soft cotton pajama set Jimin gave you.

As you near the drawing room you can hear sounds in the kitchen.

"Jimin.." you call.

"Here." He replies. His hair is wet too. He looks soft like a boba ball.

"Take a seat. It's almost ready. I thought it would be nice to have a snack."

You take a look around his house and soft a round sofa bed with fluffy pillows and you decide you want to try it.

You sit on it and wrap the sofa rug around yourself and stare outside. The view is spectacular with the glass walls. You wonder if you'd be able to have something like this if you want to.

Jimin brings two glasses of mojito and a plate of fried rice and dumplings to share.

"Dig in."

"Thank you for the meal." You say before eating a dumpling and it's perfect.

"You're a good cook."

You take a sip of the mojito and the fresh mint leaves make it refreshing.

"Do you want to watch something?" Jimin asks.

You shrug busy with your meal and he feels the urge to shuffle your hair.

He puts on a movie he's sure you like.

"Have you seen this?" You ask.

"Yes, it's one my favourites." He replies.

And maybe it's something about the night, that all your doors are open rather than closed.

What's one more betrayal after all.

Taglist : @mintsugarmy , @exfolitae

[zelda-photography]

TOTK Trailer 3 Analysis

Alright, let's do this. There was a whole lot in this trailer, and just so you know i'm not going to be dissecting every second or everything that made me go 'oh cool!' Like, the rocket is way cool but I won't be providing a picture. Anyway, without further ado, here we go!

I really liked seeing the little robot guys doing stuff on the island, especially this little one fending off a chuchu :D I think it adds a lot to the understanding of the role of these robots

Not sure what's up with all the mushroom stuff but I love it! I like seeing that the villages are going to be changed :D

Yay, settlements! People trying to move into this area! A shame that the castle is gone now. I also really like the birds on the old fountains.

Big round rock is very interesting. It reminds me of the speed boost things in skyward sword, so that's my theory on what this one does.

Big thing rising from the Gerudo desert. It's probably going to end up just being Ganondorf's castle, but I really hope it's Arbiter's Grounds because that place horrifies and fascinates me.

Presumably a back shot of Ganondorf, and I gotta say I love his hair all glowing and crazy like that. He seems to be watching something explode, but I'm not sure what? Baby theory with the only proof of 'idk it'd make a modicum of sense', maybe it's the great plateau he's destroying?

Putting these two together since they seem to go together - ways to get below ground? Very interesting. Not psyched about having to wear the lame lava armor again, though. (and when I say go together, I realize this is probably an underground cavern in the Eldin area and not in Lanayru)

Flying ship flying ship let's go!!! Looks way cool and makes me wonder who is manning it. Robots? Monsters? The Zonai???

Floating balls of water are cool, but more than anything make me wonder if there will be a better swimming mechanic, maybe even diving?

Mostly took this picture because I like the red bird outfit Link is wearing. Presumably it'll slow his fall more than other clothes, but I also like the reference to the crimson loftwing.

Finally, the being we've been seeing on the wall carvings and ruins. What's her deal? Is this what all Zonai look like? She looks rad that's for sure. I've heard some people say she looks like a lizard, but personally I think she looks more like the three dragons.

At first, this is kind of a boring shot, until I remembered that Hyrule castle probably was very much destroyed in the final battle of BotW. Was it repaired? By the little magic sparkles around, I'd guess either Zelda is repairing it with magic, or this is some kind of memory.

Finally, the girl. Strange dais she's standing in front of, I'm so worried for her.

The Baby! Teba really said 'I'm too old for this shit' and is having his baby fill in for him! Rip Teba you were, well, a normal guy opposed to all the other champions. Here's to your cool kiddo.

I think I said this in my analysis of the last trailer, that I thought Link's vehicles would be able to transport Hylians, and I feel soooo vindicated right now! Yes, helping the citizens! I love it!

This is ridiculous and I love it. Just us with our dumb machine against a bunch of monsters. Reminds me of that woodcutting machine from beauty and the beast, I think because of the little arm making kind of chopping motions

BIG FUCKING MONSTER ATTACKING THE LITTLE BABY! I'M SO EXCITED FOR BOSS BATTLES NOW!

No idea what the little magatama is still other than 'probably what they mean when they say tears'

I have mixed opinions on ganondorf's design, but overall I think I like it :) He's green still, which is a little weird, but I guess he is technically a zombie, and damn did he rehydrate well.

Putting these two together to make a point (may also make it it's own post too) that I think Zelda isn't just wearing the above woman's outfit, I think the above woman is Zelda, the one from 1000 years ago. (I'll also mention now that what if the male voice talking to Zelda is some version of Ganondorf?)

At one point I was going to make a video about TotK theories, and one involved getting to fight with civilians. It was more of an escort idea in there, but hey, still looks exciting! I love all these people who are stepping up to the plate and aren't just going to let another calamity hit them!

Riju haircut! Sidon is King! Kind of weird that we say three of the four races, really hoping the gorons are doing okay. I'm really excited to see how the powers and strengths of the allies have evolved. From the footage, you already get the idea that Riju has started to use Urbosa's lightning powers.

Gleeok! We've all seen him coming, but hey, he's officially here! That's pretty rad!

Hard to see, but we're getting more of the wall mural thing, this time featuring ganondorf. I hope this thing will be, like, a physical thing in game so we can look at the whole thing.

And finally Zelda. My bets are that she's a) going to be found sleeping on that thing, very similar to Zelda 2's ending or that b) she's going to end up being sacrificed on it :(

[codename-mom]

The sweater case

Summary: The FBI organizes a gala with all the agency directors of the country. Hotch is invited but doesn't really want to go. But the gift Penelop gives him may changes his mind.

Characters: BAU team (Pentagone JJ's era) and Jack, Jessica, Will and Henry

Contents: TW a little bit of anxiety because that's the way Hotch is, but the text is fun and fluff most of the time (and silliness). :)

This is a text written for the CM Office Party challenge organized by @imagining-in-the-margins.

PS : English is not my mother language so they are necessarily mistakes. Sorry about that.

PPS: you better read "It's a piece of cake" before to understand one dialogue here, but it's still comprehensible.

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Hotch was rereading the report of one of the BAU agents when there was a knock on his office door. He looked up from his screen to see Penelope at the entrance to the room, with a bag slung over her arm. She smiled shyly, asking permission to venture further into his territory.

“Come in, Garcia.”

She obeyed immediately, trotting to her desk, each step making her earrings and multicolored bracelets jangle.

“I hope I’m not coming at the wrong time.”

“No, don’t worry. What’s going on?”

“Here it is.”

She handed him a package encircled in silver wrapping paper and fastened with a green and red ribbon. From what he could make out, its contents were imposing but slack – it fell on either side of the redhead's manicured hands. He quickly went down memory lane and realized that she had already given him something for his birthday. In fact, he didn't know what the occasion was.

“Wh… what is it?”

“A present. For you.”

He almost answered that he understood that perfectly, but instead replied:

“Why?”

“I heard you were going to the FBI gala.”

The unit leader nodded subtly in agreement. A few weeks earlier, he had received an invitation from the communications department to participate in a party attended by all the country's branch managers. Section chiefs and other bigwigs were also present, and it was made clear to him that a negative response was not acceptable, even though he had no desire to go.

“Let's just say I wasn't given much choice, he stressed, repressing the urge to roll his eyes. And then the families are admitted, and Jack wants to see the FBI headquarters.”

“Yes, that's what I heard too, and that's why I made this for him.”

She placed the first package on his desk and rummaged in the tote bag from which she'd taken it to reveal a second, smaller, but still flimsy one.

“What's in here?" he asked, suddenly worried by this profusion of gifts for an event to which she wasn't invited.

“Open it and you’ll see.”

Taking a deep breath to calm his galloping heart rate, Aaron retrieved the most imposing package and brought it closer to him, pushing his keyboard aside. Stripping off the Bolduc, which was barely hanging on, he peeled off the few pieces of star tape that had been applied here and there and spread the strips of paper. A shiver ran down his back. Feeling the analyst's gaze fixed on him, he unfolded the pile of wool that now lay on his desk and discovered a Christmas-colored sweater, crisscrossed with golden threads, from which tiny light bulbs protruded. One of the handles weighed more than the other, so he deduced that the ignition control must be located there.

“It’s…”

“I did it! She cut him off ecstatically. Just for you. And there is another one for Jack.”

His dark irises returned to the patterns in the center of the garment, and a strange emotion rose in his stomach.

“And… you want me to wear it for the party?”

“Yes, I saw that it was allowed to come with a Christmas sweater. And then, even if we're not invited, there'll be a bit of us with you.”

One of the reasons he wanted to skip this evening was that only federal agents with managerial functions were accepted. His team was not allowed to set foot on the site. He knew a number of people who should be there but could count on the fingers of one hand those with whom he got on well. As for the others, either he didn't even know their first names, or he'd come across them many times before and didn't keep a good memory of them. Some of them were behind the icy nickname given to him for his lack of expressiveness: The Iceberg. When they weren't using a far more pejorative one.

He was then convinced that he wasn't really going to enjoy the party and was already drawing up a list of pretexts for escaping as quickly as possible. However, a sudden urge to call in sick rose in him as he lingered again over the appearance of this homemade sweater. For if there was one thing that saved him from being completely ostracized from the upper echelons of society, it was his appearance. But this creation would undoubtedly destroy his last remaining asset.

“… It’s… it’s true,” he added, feverishly folding the brightly colored top.

“What? Don’t you like it?”

“I do! He objected at once. Yes… of course. You… you did a wonderful job.”

He mentally forgave himself for this half-lie, noting that he wouldn't have been able to do even a quarter of what she'd managed to achieve.

“Thank you! I'm so glad you like it, she rejoiced, looking relieved. I was afraid it might be too much for you.”

“No, it’s… it’s perfect,” affirmed the giant trying to smile.

“Great! I let you work now.”

“Yes. Thanks again.”

The former hacker hopped out of the office, not noticing her superior's discomfited expression. He had dug his own grave. Many photos will be taken during this gala, and they will be easily accessible to an expert such as the young woman. If he broke his promise, she'd know and wouldn't appreciate the obvious betrayal.

As evening fell, Aaron returned home with a low expression on his face. But he put on a more serene visage before opening the door.

“Dad!” cried out Jack, rushing to him.

“Good evening, son.”

He took the little boy in his pajamas in his arms and placed a kiss on his forehead. He smelled of shower gel and shampoo, a sign that he'd just got out of the bath. In the kitchen, a familiar figure leaned against the dining table.

“Good evening, Jess.”

“Evening, Aaron,” greeted his ex-sister-in-law with a smile.

The little boy was still clinging to his father's neck, so happy to see him before he went to bed.

“I've got a present for you from Penelope," announced his sire, managing to free himself from this human vice.

He opened his satchel and took out the small silver package his employee had brought him. The boy grabbed it briskly and felt around the shapeless container, trying to determine its contents.

“What’s this?” he finally asked.

“Open it and you’ll see.”

He himself didn't know what Garcia's second work looked like and was curious to see what she had made for the toddler. Jack tore the paper open, revealing a second sweater, this one red and blue.

“Oh! It’s so cool!” exclaimed the kid, showing his aunt his gift before presenting it to his father.

Hotch found himself faced with a tangle of wool just like the top of Spiderman's suit. The young woman had even gone so far as to slip black threads into the red areas to represent spider webs and knit a dark arachnid right in the middle of the torso. Scarlet gloves with black stripes were attached to the ends of the sleeves, and the hood attached to the shoulders bore large white almond-shaped eyes hemmed in black.

“Actually, it's true," remarked the titan, blown away by the finesse of the realization.

Jack, ecstatic, watched it from every angle, no longer paying attention to the adults around him.

“Why do you say that?" questioned Haley's sister, back on their level.

As an observer, she must have noticed the hint of bitterness that emanated from his few words.

“Because she knitted a sweater for me too and... it doesn’t look alike, at all," he replied, rising to his feet.

“She knitted a sweater for you too. Why?”

“For the FBI gala. She saw that we were allowed to wear Christmas sweaters.”

“Dad! Can I try it on?" shouted Jack, tugging at his shirt.

“Yes, sure.”

The child didn't think twice and pulled on his superhero outfit in no time, putting on gloves and hood without a moment's hesitation.

“Look, Dad!”

“You're so classy!" his father remarked sincerely, thinking that, what's more, the proportions were right.

“See? See that, Jess?”

“Yes. You look great," commented his aunt, delighted.

She dared a glance in the direction of her ex-brother-in-law and guessed without difficulty that his level of spite had risen yet another notch.

“Do you have a Penelope sweater too, Dad?”

“Yes, and he was about to show it to me," Jessica smiled mischievously, eager to see what had gotten him into such a state.

“Yeah! Show us.”

His bluff called, Aaron leaned back into his bag and pulled out the other marvel created by the computer specialist. Taking off his suit jacket, he poked his head through the green and red striped collar, rolled up each poppy sleeve until his hands were exposed to the air, tugged on the bottle-green trim to cover his belt, pressed the concealed switch at his right wrist and looked up to see the spectators' reactions.

“Awesome!” raved his son, grinning from ear to ear.

Behind him, Jessica was holding back a giggle.

“It’s… it's very Penelope," she succeeded to articulate without managing to keep a straight face.

“That's the way it goes," Hotch grunted, trying to ignore the light flashing on his left shoulder.

“Dad! Could I wear it at the FBI party?”

“Yes. It was made for it.”

“Cool!” he replied with pride. Are you going to wear your sweater too?”

“… Yes.”

“Yeah!”

Without asking, Jack galloped back to his room to play for a while before sitting down to dinner. Her mother's sister didn't hold back any longer and cracked up, held onto the back of the sofa.

“Laugh it up, Aaron grumbled in disgust. Can you seriously imagine me showing up in front of every agency director in the country with this?”

“It’s not that horrible," she argued, squashing a tear from the corner of her eye.

“She has knitted people I can’t identify. Is that Spencer here or Dave?”

She burst out laughing again as her interlocutor tried to name the characters modeled on his torso. But if he'd already had trouble recognizing them head-on, the task was proving impossible from above.

“She tried to pay tribute to the BAU," Jessica remarked as she caught her breath.

“Yes, I know, but I'm just going to look like a clown. And, next to that, Jack has a great sweater.”

“Wait, you're jealous of your son's sweater?" the young woman frowned, surprised.

“Yes. I want a Spiderman sweater too. Rather than a blinking sweater with strange characters dancing on it.”

In retrospect, he got that his plea was not particularly in keeping with his age or profession. Jack suddenly seemed more mature than his six-year-old self. But the fact was, he found his offspring's gift far more beautiful than the one he'd received, and a lump of anxiety choked his throat at the thought of going to FBI headquarters with it on his back.

“Why don't you tell her?” Jessica resumed, serious again.

“Whose?” he retorted, hastily turning off the light bulb that was beginning to drive him mad.

“Penelope.”

“I could never do that,” he confessed without thinking.

He didn't need to do it, since he knew it was beyond his strength. Facing her gaze, her disappointment, her sadness, even her anger, was the last thing he felt able to do. Especially on such a trivial subject.

“Why?”

“Because I'd have to explain to her why I don't want this one.”

“And not wanting to make a fool of the BAU in front of all the bigwigs, isn't that excuse enough?”

“No. It’s the worst thing I could say to her. She is extremely proud of this work and to tell her that I feel ridiculous with it implies that I find it ugly. While I said that I liked it. She'll know I've lied and wonder how many times I've lied to her before. And…”

“Okay, okay, I get it, she stopped him, grabbing his arm to prevent him from pacing under her nose. Why not tell her you'd like a slightly more sober sweater for the party?”

“She won’t have the time to make another sweater by then.”

“How do you know? Do you know how much time it takes to make a sweater?”

He was about to throw out a random answer to justify his reluctance to embark on this procedure, before realizing that he was only running away from a possible resolution to his problem.

“… No.”

“So, ask her then. And if she ever tells you it would take too long, tell her you'll wear the sweater on another occasion.”

“Like the BAU Christmas party she's going to throw at her place?" he suggested, remembering that other invitation he was more inclined to honor, this one.

“For example. And for the gala, you'll go in one of your suits and everything will be fine.”

The proposal was so tempting that he felt like signing up immediately. Then he became conscious of what this meant, and his mind raced back.

“… I could never do that.”

“Aaron...” Jessica sighed, her eyebrows furrowing.

“I can’t lie. I can’t lie to her. She'll understand straight away that I don't like what she's done and… I don’t want to make her feel sad.”

“Okay. So don't complain if you look like an idiot in front of all the other agency directors.”

Caught between plague and cholera, he muttered:

“… I hate social events.”

Even more so when he knew he was in for a bad time.

“Do you want me to come with you?”

“No, he pushed her away, everyone's going to think you're Jack's mother and... I'm already going to have to explain that – he said, pointing to the Penelope creation he was still wearing – If, on top of that, I have to explain that you're, in fact, my ex-sister-in-law and we're just friends... well, let's simplify things if you don't mind.”

He could see from here the incredulous expressions of his colleagues, who wouldn't believe for a moment in this long-standing friendship with his ex-wife's sister – a friendship that would endure beyond her death, for which he was responsible – and would surely think it hadn't taken him long to get back on saddle. He already didn't have a very good reputation, so it was out of the question to sully it further by feeding shameless and erroneous rumors.

“As you wish, said Jessica, shrugging her shoulders. By the way, is that Emily or you, there?”

She pointed to a dark-haired figure, obviously in a suit, who could fit either of these two roles.

“It looks like bangs, so I'd say Emily. But I can’t guarantee it a hundred percent. And I don’t know why there is a cat.”

“Because the unicorn, yes?”

In the background of the group, against the snowy backdrop, a white horse with a sequined mane and a long, fuchsia-pink horn on its forehead strolled merrily along. A "detail" in the decor that didn't shock him that much.

“Yes, Penelope loves unicorns so…”

He wrinkled his eyelids as his brain recalled a cognizance from the depths of his memory.

“Hold on, I heard the girls talking about a Sergio. I thought it was a guy Emily was dating, but... maybe it's him, the cat.”

Much later, Hotch was struggling to concentrate on the e-mail he had just received. It must have been the third time he'd reread the same line without being able to understand its meaning. He recognized the words independently of each other, but the meaning of their sequence remained unclear. His mind was elsewhere, focused on the next day's appointment, which would probably ruin his career. As soon as he stopped using them, his fingers intertwined nervously, his thumb pressing the knuckles of its neighbors. He didn't realize it, but he could perfectly hear his heart beating in his temples.

Someone knocked on his door and he turned his attention away from the incomprehensible lines of text.

“Garcia?”

The young woman was once again standing on the threshold of his office, holding a package in her hand. This time it was made of kraft paper, and a simple midnight-blue ribbon encircled it.

“I've got something for you," she declared, moving over to the chair opposite him.

“… For… for me?”

“Yes. Here it is.”

As he had expected, she handed him what she was carrying, and he delicately retrieved it. The analyst's attitude differed from the ordinary. She stood quietly in front of him, a shy smile on her lips, and looked uncomfortable.

“… Penelope, you already offered me something three weeks ago,” he reminded her, confused.

“I know, she said cheerlessly, but this one's for tomorrow. For the party.”

The giant understood less and less what was happening.

“… But it was already the case for the other, isn’t it?”

“Yes, but a little birdie told me that you'd prefer something more... sober, to meet the other agency directors. That’s it.”

“A little birdie told you…?”

A block of ice fell into his gut.

“Penelope, there’s only one person I’ve ever talked to about this, and…”

A terrible feeling of shame fell over him.

“I’m sorry you had to find out this way. I… I didn’t mean to offend you. It… it’s just that…”

“Next time, give it to me straight. Like with pineapple," she added, raising an inquisitive eyebrow at him.

The leader’s eyes widened in bewilderment. Jessica knew that he and Jack hated the fruit, but he hadn't told her about what had happened during the boy's second birthday. So, how…? Unless, of course, it was his own son who had blurted it out, as he liked to tell anyone who would listen about everything he experienced in minute detail.

“Wh… who told you about this?” he wanted to know, puzzled.

“JJ. Girl’s night. She was a bit tipsy and, as we were talking about things we loved that were hated by others, she revealed that you hated pineapple.”

His embarrassment rose several notches in the blink of an eye, and continued to rise as he met the dark gaze of the bespectacled ginger. He hesitated to pinch himself to make sure he wasn't having a nightmare, but the technician resumed, in a dry tone:

“Tell me, is Jessica really allergic to pineapple?”

He swallowed a bitter saliva that was hard to get through. But, taking a breath, he decided to put his cards on the table. Now that his lies were out in the open, he could be honest to the end.

“… No. Not at all. She likes it actually. I imagine she would have loved your cake if I'd brought her your recipe.”

Penelope's brown irises turned black, and her fine eyebrows drew dangerously close under her light bangs. Arms crossed over her chest, her mouth twisted to express her disapproval, but she didn't say a word, seeming to wait for a reaction from him.

“Sorry,” he said, feeling his ears grow hot.

He felt like he was five or six years old again and had been surprised by his grandmother after the umpteenth mistake. He wished to disappear under his desk. But his employee took a deep breath before sighing heavily, letting her arms fall back on either side of her body, swaddled in a yellow and blue dress. She raised her eyes to the sky, then moved a little closer.

“Hotch, I don't want you to apologize, I want you to talk, she explained, in a much softer tone. To express what’s on your mind.”

“But I didn’t want to bother you. You’ve got enough work to do right now.”

“And I don't want you to feel ridiculous in front of the other supervisors. I want you to feel good. So, open this package and tell me what you think.”

He hadn't thought of it that way, but now that she mentioned it, it was obvious. The computer scientist's outfits were too extravagant for the FBI's internal regulations, but they suited her character and she felt more comfortable in them than in a classic suit. And she had never forced anyone on the team to adopt her style of dress. In fact, if she'd loved knitting this sweater for him, it certainly wasn't to fail him. His ex-sister-in-law was probably right: she only wanted to pay tribute to the agency he ran.

                So, still embarrassed by the exposure of his deceptions, he did as she asked. A new sweater was neatly folded inside the package, in a seemingly plain electric blue. But when he picked it up by the sleeves, he saw that a seal had been drawn in its center. Surrounded by red on a yellow background, a large H stood in the middle of the chest. And the back of the sweater was in fact entirely red. The reference to a superhero was obvious and a smile stretched his lips.

“So?”

“… Much better, he affirmed, reassured. Much sober, indeed.”

“Will you wear it for the gala?”

“Yes. And… and I’ll wear the other one during our little party.”

“Really?”

“Yes, there's no reason why you should have done it for nothing.”

Joy returned to Garcia's round face.

“Do you mean it?”

“Yes, yes. I really like it. Thank you.”

His whole body was overcome by relief, and he relaxed to the point where he was once again able to read the messages that continued to populate his inbox. In the end, there might have been a chance that the celebration wouldn't have gone so badly.

The next day, as agreed and as promised, Aaron, in his Super-Hotchner sweater, reached the FBI headquarters building in the company of Jack, as overexcited by the idea of visiting this illustrious building as he was by the wool suit he proudly wore. As soon as he saw the other children present, he rushed over to show them his one-of-a-kind sweater. Keeping an eye on him from afar, his father shook all the hands he was duty-bound to shake and exchanged a few formal words with some of his peers – those who dared to come out to meet him.

He noted the looks on his outfit but did not pay attention to most of them. He only reacted when friendly faces came up to him. Like when he found the father of one of the toddlers – a blond boy a little older than Jack, called Parker, and wearing a Grinch knit to rival Penelope's – with whom he chatted serenely for a long time. The agent was younger than him and reminded him, in certain aspects of his temperament, of Morgan, but he had always got on well with him. His frank, honest side was a big part of the equation, as it allowed Hotch to be more natural himself.

But the man had to return to other activities and took his descendant in his wake. Jack, who had an appetizer in each hand and the end of a third in his mouth, followed his own father into the crowd of managers. One of them came to meet them as the BAU director wiped the miniature Spiderman's greasy fingers with a towel, before he got it everywhere.

“Good evening, Hotchner.”

“Good evening, Rollins, he greeted, rising to his feet. Let me introduce you my son, Jack.”

“Good evening, young man,” he smiled debonairly.

“Good evening, mister!”

Hector Rollins ran a branch in the north of the country. Beneath his good-natured exterior lay a rather brittle leader, who had led to the resignation or transfer of more than one agent since his induction. He almost crushed his counterpart's hand when he presented his own, but the BAU chief showed no sign of impropriety. He had already had to work alongside him on a complex investigation when Derek and Spencer were his only subordinates, and he had had to fight hard to be able to operate as he wished. The culprit had been tracked down, but the two team leaders didn't part on very good terms.

                The worry was that Rollins had many more friends and acquaintances in the Bureau hierarchy than he did, so he knew that offending him was the last sensed thing to do. He was aware, however, that the pot-bellied, half-bald, red-faced man in front of him had already sown a few insidious seeds designed to tarnish the image of profilers. Aaron kept his guard up, fighting the urge to throw the contents of his glass in his face.

“That's a nice sweater you've got there," he remarked, leaning back on his knees to bring himself up to the toddler's level.

“Yeah. It’s awesome!”

A toothy grin split his crimson face, and he straightened up with a pained sneer. Rollins was about twenty years older than Hotch and hadn't been in the field for a long time. His main activity consisted of sitting on his chair and sending incendiary e-mails to his flock for minor details. Probably to compensate for an authority he lacked at home.

“Where did you buy it?”

Or to vent his frustration at the failure of his marriage – his wedding ring had left his ring finger. The memory of a remark he'd made at the gala held the year he and Haley separated made the corner of Hotch's lips curl up again.

“I’m afraid I can’t give you that information.”

“Why?”

“It’s classified.”

Rollins had children close in age to Jack's, and obviously wanted a copy of this creation to win the favor of one of them, but Aaron curiously had no desire to accede to his request. All the more so as it was unlikely that Penelope would embark on an industrial production of her works. And, most of all, he didn’t want anyone else but every members of his team to enjoy her creations.

“And… your sweater is classified too?”

“Yes,” he confirmed, before walking away with a satisfied look on his face.

The following week, Hotch and Jack hurried upstairs to Garcia's apartment. Despite the cramped conditions, the analyst was keen to invite the whole team, as well as JJ, Will and her son. With the former liaison officer off to the Pentagon, opportunities to cross paths were few and far between. Christmas had served as an excuse to get everyone together, and the young couple had accepted the invitation immediately.

“At last! I thought you'd never arrive,” revealed their hostess as she opened the door.

“Sorry. We were looking for a twin of Jack's sock,” explained the agency manager.

“I wanted the socks with the gingerbread men,” said the little boy, pouting.

He had particularly insisted on putting on this pair and not another but, conveniently, the duplicate underwear was not in the drawer with the first. And so began a long treasure hunt throughout the apartment, which gradually nibbled away at any lead the giant thought he'd gained.

“Did you find it?”

“No. So I told him he could put on others.”

“So, I have a gingerbread sock and a snowman sock.”

The skunk proudly displayed his ankles adorned with mismatched patterns. This subversion – which didn't bother his progenitor in the slightest – appealed enormously to Reid, who had meanwhile moved closer to greet them.

“Awesome! Look at mine!”

He pulled on his pants and showed a ski-loving bear on his right and a forest of Christmas trees on his left.

“Oh! So great!” exclaimed Jack, delighted to find a galley companion.

Aaron overlooked the fact that this wasn't the first time the PhDs owner had indulged in this kind of extravagance, let alone that it was, in fact, a daily habit. The two fantasists moved away to say hello to the rest of the group, while the titan stayed close to Penelope. He turned to warn her:

“I’m sorry, but he didn’t put your sweater back on today. He loves it, but his grandmother knitted him one, so he wanted to wear it tonight.”

“A Christmas sweater?”

“Yes. Look. Jack!”

The little head turned sharply in their direction and, as his father waved, he came running back, smiling.

“Take off your coat, you’ll be too hot.”

“Okay.”

He opened his zipper and extended his arm towards Hotch. Without exchanging a word, the latter grabbed the sleeve of the down jacket and the boy spun around to disentangle himself from its thickness. He appeared in a white sweater with a large green brachiosaurus and a red cap with a pompom on their head. The dinosaur looked as happy as the child wearing the jersey.

“Oh! I love your sweater!”

“Grandma Ada made it. It’s so good!”

And off he went, Morgan baiting him with a glass of juice. The luscious redhead smiled, then raised an eyebrow.

“I… I thought you don’t celebrate Christmas?”

Although he didn't dwell on the subject, the unit manager had to mention on occasion that this celebration was not part of his traditions. Born of Jewish parents, he was not a practicing Jew, nor did he believe in any divinity, but he followed the customs of his relatives, for whom the twenty-fourth of December was a day like any other.

“Not me. Well, not my family, he confirmed. But my mother knows that Jack celebrates Christmas, so she's adapted.”

On the other hand, Haley had been a Christian and this date was very important to her. Until his divorce, Aaron had celebrated both Hanukkah and the Nativity, and his son had been immersed in this dual culture from birth. Removing the second on the pretext that his mother was no longer of this world was something his sire refused to do, especially as it was also an opportunity for the boy to see his maternal grandparents. A decision that his family accepted without hesitation.

“I understand better,” nodded the mistress of the premises.

“I see you're making a beautiful Christmas tree.”

Indeed, the young woman was wearing a bright green sweater with a black stripe around it, embellished with variegated decorations in the shape of gifts, candy canes, snowflakes and other shooting stars that bounced around with her every move. A few light bulbs were also scattered here and there. To complete the picture, she had placed a fir-green bonnet on her head, topped by a little reindeer with a red nose.

“Hold on, look at that.”

She contorted her body for a brief moment, then all the lights came on, illuminating her shoulders, arms, stomach and hips. The ungulate’s nose lit up likewise. A delighted smile played on the computer scientist's pink lips.

“Did you knit it?” asked her superior, amused.

“Uh… no. But I added the bulbs and homemade baubles.”

“Ah, I thought so.”

The original version of the knit must have lacked a bit of madness, Hotch mused, impressed by the work accomplished in spite of everything.

“And you?”

“A promise made; a promise kept.”

He undid the first button of his coat and continued with the next ones all the way down, under the impatient gaze of his subordinate, untied his scarf – knitted by his aunt – and undressed to reveal the sweater he should have originally worn to the gala.

“It suits you so well!" rejoiced Penelope, clapping her hands.

“And wait…”

Grabbing the switch tucked into his sleeve, he made all the bulbs on the garment glow, and they immediately began to blink.

“Oh, it’s perfect! Look everyone!”

The group redirected its attention to them, then approached to admire their hostess's other creation. Aaron calmed the rhythmic beating of his heart by reminding himself that he wasn't the attraction, but the sweater he'd put on. The comments were dithyrambic, though all pronounced with an equivocal smile.

“Is it supposed to be us?" asked Derek, his natural mockery unable to pass up such an opportunity.

“What do you mean, "supposed"?! the author erupted right away. That’s us!”

“Yes, look, intervened Dave. Spencer is clearly recognizable with his horn in the middle of his forehead.”

Everyone laughed, except Reid and Garcia, but not for the same reasons.

“No, I'm here," corrected the multi-graduate, very seriously.

He pointed to the tallest man in the group, thinner than the others, whose brown hair looked like it had been blown off by an explosion.

“Ah! Thanks, Spence! Finally, someone who recognizes my talent.”

More laughter fused and the seamstress calmed down.

“Sergio is very well done, in any case," remarked Emily, pointing to the small dark animal that stood in the center of the woolen fresco, erect on its spindly legs.

“Hey, I applied myself," informed her colleague, puffing out her chest.

They broke into congratulations and Penelope flushed.

“Mom, can I have the same sweater?" asked Henry, fascinated by the flashing bulbs that peeked out from the thick knit fabric.

“Ah, I think you have a new order," noted the boy's mother.

“It's as good as done," declared the analyst, mimicking a curtsy.

In the end, the sweater wasn't all that bad.

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I didn't know how to finish this text (I rewrote the last lines of dialogue several times), but I hope you have enjoyed your ride. ^_^

[phatcatphergus]

Okay so here’s my opinion on what Tubbo should wear and what I think he would enjoy wearing :3 (also yes I know that some are the same picture with different colors but ignore that).

Let’s start with shirts:

As everyone knows, I’m a big supporter of tubbo in green. I think darker greens look better but any type of green suits him in my eyes. I chose baggier/loser fits because he doesn’t like restrictive clothing. I do think a more fitted long sleeve would be fine if it’s a stretchier fabric and isn’t too heavy. I’m a huge fan of the shirt he borrowed from piso in the candy stream and i think he should look into interesting knits to add a good visual with an otherwise blank shirt.

Now onto blue:

Again, a spectrum in hue but overall I think a loose fit or non restrictive style is the main goal.

I know I say dark/cool tones but there are exceptions:

Neutral or darker warm tones wouldn’t be awful. I definitely think you have to be careful to not wash him out in a pink or stark white, but deeper reds/reddish orange and off whites would work well. Especially if he has some layers. Again, a loose fit or stretchy fabric so he doesn’t feel restricted or that his physique is more noticeable.

ALSO!!!!

I ran out of picture room but a fitted shirt isn’t the end of the world. He has a black shirt now that he wears that’s an athletic shirt he likes. I think he looks great in it, but I don’t think it’s his favorite to wear on stream because of how fitted it is (even though he looks amazing in it). I mostly kept to the loose fits because he tends to gravitate towards. It’s also easier to style a baggier shirt bc you literally just put on a shirt. It’s also easy to layer and dress up a bit. It’s a great and comfortable base outfit or finished look.

I also mostly used blank shirts to get the style across but I think certain prints and graphic t-shirts would work well too. Especially if he layers. Buy that’s another post and a half.

[maochira]

Tokimitsu getting shy on his first date with you. Hmhm, an arcade date? you and toki try to win a prize from the claw machine. Toki cheered for you to win. But, you failed and asked toki to try and get the teddy bear. He got nervous of not winning it for you, but. Still tried. He got it, yay! The teddy bear was wearing a green shirt.

After the date, you sent a photo of the teddy bear to Toki with a message "I named it Toki! Because it looks like you ❤️" and Tokimitsu just blushes after seeing the message. Getting shy shy shy. He doesn't know how to reply back.

I LOVE YOU. SO MUCH. FOR THIS.

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Tags: gn!reader x Aoshi Tokimitsu, fluff, I love Tokimitsu SO MUCH, not proofread

Tokimitsu had a crush on you for a very long time. How long? Months. Almost a year at this point. But he was always too afraid to tell you about his feelings for you. You're just one of his classmates so you don't talk to him often, but you've noticed him staring at you a lot and how easily flustered he gets when you're near him.

You started developing a little crush on him as well because he just seemed so sweet all the time. You started talking to him a little more often until you finally asked him out on a date and obviously, Tokimitsu immediately said yes.

On the day of the date, he spent hours panicking about it and got so anxious about something going wrong. But he was also so excited about the fact that he was going on a date with you in the first place. He's dreamed about that so many times (every day ever since he started crushing on you, to be honest) and a tiny part of him still couldn't believe it was really about to happen.

And during the entire date, he's still super nervous. He's having a lot of fun with the arcade game and he loves seeing how happy you are whenever you win at a game!! But a part of him is still worried about anything going wrong.

The entire time, you're the one playing and Tokimitsu is just standing there and watching while he cheers for you. But right now, you're struggling to get a cute teddy bear from the claw machine.

As he sees you struggling, Tokimitsu feels a bit bad for you. He doesn't want you to spend all of your money, and he doesn't want you to be sad in case you don't get it.

"Maybe... maybe I can try? Only if you want me to..." He asks nervously.

You step away from the claw machine immediately. "Maybe you're better at this than I am."

Your words give Tokimitsu a little rush of confidence, and that combined with the adrenaline of his anxiety, he puts all of his focus on winning the plushie for you. The first time he fails and it makes him even more nervous, but he wins after the second try!

Tokimitsu doesn't react much when he wins it. He's a bit in disbelief, so he's just kind of staring at the claw machine while you get the plushie out of there. He then immediately snaps back to reality when he feels your arms wrapped around him.

"Toki! Thank you so much!" You cheer and hug him even tighter. It caused Tokimitsu to blush so much, his entire face goes red and when you kiss him on the cheek he's completely out of words.

You spent some more time at the arcade, but it does take a while until Tokimitsu regains his ability to speak. He thinks it might bother you, but you actually think it's very cute.

A bit later at home, Tokimitsu immediately falls asleep because being so nervous all day exhausted him so much. When he wakes up two hours later and opens his phone, he sees you sent him a text. It's a picture of the teddy bear sitting on your bed with the message "He reminds me of you, so I named him Toki! He looks just like you💚"

Tokimitsu stares at the message for minutes and he's just so clueless on what to answer. He's definitely blushing just as much as after you kissed him on the cheek.

And even though he doesn't answer because he's way too nervous to figure out what to text back, you continue sending him pictures of the teddy and how you carry him along wherever you go, no matter if it's at your dinner table or on a short trip to the next convenience store.

With every picture you send him, Tokimitsu only falls more in love with you.

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