#(i think the fogginess is probably a common side effect of being Taken)

[hearthtales]

The effects of what happens should one eat human food after-the-fact. Bran’s face flushed with embarrassment. He nodded, his focus fixed on the bread again, and fiddled with the ring on his finger. Mixing the jam with warm water. Bran glanced up at Sow'in, curious where he’d learned such a detail and why he’d chosen to share it with the boy.

But the ghoul seemed ready to leave. “Thank you for the food,” Bran hurried to say, manners kicking in at the last moment. He meant it, his tone sincere, though his voice had grown quieter as well, his face troubled. If he could only eat fae food now… how would he get more after their day was up?

He took a slow bite of bread, still cautious. It tasted… good. Not like mud or decay in the slightest. And the taste stayed good even as he chewed and swallowed. The rest of the bread slice went down faster, the boy’s hunger catching up with him at last.

Nettie had found courage in speaking to the ghoul aloud without consequences, even if it was only a single syllable. Summoning this bravery again, she took a breath, clutched her dress with both hands simply for something to hold, and blurted another syllable before he could leave. “Um!” She looked up at him, jittery with nerves, and managed to continue. “Wh- what do the words on the stone mean?”

Sow'in acknowledged Bran's answer with a nod. "Correct. An' we've all seen the effects of what happens should one eat human food after-the-fact," added the ghoul, referring to Bran's reaction to breakfast earlier that morning.

"I trust this supply will agree with you, favorably, an' that it shall suffice for the day." He first pointed out the basket, and then continued as if begrudgingly relaying a message from someone else. "..Ah was told that one can mix the jam with warm water to make a sweet drink. Do with that information what you will."

"Now, if you'll excuse me." Seeing that his job was done, seeing to his half of the bargain and providing the bare necessities, Sow'in took his leave. Surely the children would have no need of him until tomorrow morning.

[sparkleswritings]

Do think you can do Shinobu x fem reader soulmate au please and thank you

Gosh I'm so sorry I took so long to answer this but I hope you enjoyed what I whipped up!

Truthfully, I'm a sucker for Soulmate/Reincarnation AU's and I'm really tempted to make a part 2 to this, let's see how it goes.

But for now, here it is! Thank you for requesting nonnie 💜

Extra note: credits to @wtfmandyy for the picture I used in my banner!

Word count: 1,298

Tags: Soulmate au, angst, fluff, unedited, no beta

Part one/two

The first thing you saw when you woke up were large, insect-like purple eyes that struck you with familiarity. 

"I've seen you before…" you rasped, unable to move. Everything hurt and you couldn't quite remember why.

"Hush now, your medicine had just taken effect but that doesn't mean you're clear to talk! Rest," she said with a smile. Her voice was so gentle and pleasant to your ears. You've heard it somewhere, but before you could do anything to remember, you had fallen back to sleep.

Your eyes were unopened and it felt like you were half-dreaming. Body still unable to move but your senses were somewhat working. There were voices albeit muffled, as if behind a door. 

".....sure….was….one….saw?"

"..... positive…..met…..dreams….more than once."

"I see….then….sama….found….soulmate!"

"Ara….never knew….day...would come...Nee san….liked...see it."

".....would have."

Even though you could only make out snippets of their conversation, there was no doubt about it, that purple eyed woman was the same one you saw in your dreams.

You willed yourself to crack open your eyelids. Though the light that streamed abundantly into the room almost made you want to close them again. Your head was throbbing and you had pain in places you never knew you had. 

Foggy memories started to make their way into your mind, though you were still too groggy to piece them together. All you knew was that the lady who had treated you, the one with purple eyes, was the same woman you had met frequently in your dreams.

The conversation that was held outside...were you mistaken or did you hear the word 'soulmate' being mentioned?

"Oh my, you're awake?" 

You didn't need to turn your head to know who that voice belonged to.

"What happened to me?" you said weakly.

"You don't remember anything? Goodness that hit must have been harder than I thought!" she began rummaging through some bottles, probably medicine, on your bedside table. The only sound that filled the room was of clinking glass.

"Hey," you suddenly said, gathering up courage after wanting to ask for quite some time.

"What is it?" 

You shifted your head to face her, eyes staring deep into her purple ones, "are we soulmates?"

She stares at you for a moment, before placing a smile on her face and saying,"if I'm not mistaken, I suppose we are."

"You looked slightly different in our dreams, I could only tell by looking at your eyes."

In your dreams, she always had a pink kimono with patterns on it, her hair was always down with a bejeweled ornament pinning the left side of her hair up to her ear. Now she had an updo with what looked like a purple butterfly clip holding it into place on the back of her head. Gone were the kimono, replaced with a demon slayer uniform and a butterfly wing inspired haori.

So she was a demon slayer.

"Oh my, I don't quite know what I look like when we meet outside of reality, but you look quite different as well," her smile was unwavering as she tampered with the medicine bottles a little more.

"You never told me you were a demon slayer too. We could've met sooner if I had known," you said, following her with your eyes as she sat next to your bedside.

"We couldn't have met even if you had known. Pardon me for not revealing my identity to you even after all this time, but I am the Insect Pillar, Shinobu Kochou."

Your soulmate was a pillar?!

"I...I didn't expect that at all, although I probably should have," she had an air of superiority and elegance around her, so it made sense that she wasn't just a regular corps member. "Forgive the casual way of talking I had used on you, Hashira sama."

"Ara ara, you don't need to apologise. Talk to me like you've always had, we are soulmates after all," Shinobu said, still smiling. You had always wondered if her cheeks hurt since she always seemed to have this smile on her face that didn't feel quite genuine.

"I wish we had met under better circumstances," you said, sighing as you did so. 

The reunion between the both of you would not have lasted long. Finding out that she was a hashira just proved that the decision that had been made was the best one after all. Shinobu would often say that having a soulmate felt like a curse. It was another person that she would care for, thus another one she'd risk losing. 

Happiness was as brittle as a thin sheet of glass, and in this world it was often shattered with no means of putting it back together. You had experienced it firsthand, after all. Revenge was the main thing driving you to become a demon slayer in the first place.

You had that in common with her, though she was much better at hiding it.

"We can make it work! I'll...I'll work harder so I can stand by you as an equal, as a hashira!" you had pleaded, when the time had finally come for you to part. 

It had been a month of you staying at the Butterfly Estate, and you didn't know if it was just because you were compatible, or if she was your soulmate, but you were undoubtedly attached. 

"I thought you had accepted this," she said, taking her place beside you on the roof where you had been pondering for quite some time.

"I thought I have, but it's just been a little more difficult than I thought," you laughed nervously,"I've never been good at goodbyes."

"I can assure you this is not a goodbye, rather, a see you in the next life kind of parting," she said, with that ever present smile of hers. As if that phrase would make you feel any better!

"What if...I can't find you when I reincarnate? Or if I live on the other side of the world!" 

"We're soulmates aren't we? We're bound across the rest of our lifetimes, one will find the other I'm sure of it," Shinobu gave you one final pat on the shoulder for comfort and stood up.

That was true, but it still didn't stop you from doubting even just a little bit. It had been mutually agreed that the both of you would cultivate your relationship further the next time you were reborn, after this wretched war would finally, hopefully be over. 

"I don't want you to feel too attached to me just yet. I was never meant to live long in this life," Shinobu said, when you had met one day in a dream.

And you had agreed. You were also planning to eliminate the demon who had killed your family, even at the cost of your life.

The sun was now high in the sky and since you were now fully healed, you were clear to get back into service. Your crow had just delivered you a message of deployment, so now you stood outside the Butterfly Estate saying your final goodbyes and thank yous to the girls that have helped you with your rehabilitation training thus far.

"Oh my, were you going to leave without saying goodbye?" Shinobu appeared before you, just as your feet were about to take you forward.

"I just thought I wouldn't need to, since this isn't goodbye after all," you said, stepping closer to her wondering, would a hug be appropriate?

"Then, until we meet again," she said with a close eyed smile, giving you a small wave.

You took her small hands in yours, brushing a light butterfly kiss onto her knuckles, "until we meet again, soulmate."

[nearlymanaged]

16. Fairly High and Dangerously Attractive

February was drawing to an end; younger students were eagerly waiting for warmer weather to finally return while older ones were spending their days tucked away in the library. When Remus wasn’t on Prefect duty, in class, or sleeping, he found himself listening to Lily go on about how Sirius clearly fancied him increasingly more often. In fact, she had started trying to clumsily orchestrate serendipitous encounters between Remus and Sirius, which was rather pointless, given that they shared a dormitory. At some point, Remus began wondering whether she just wanted a reason to spend more time around James as a pleasant side effect of all her efforts. 

“I can’t believe we just did that,” Lily gaped at Remus as he pulled James’ invisibility cloak off them both.

“I think that officially makes you an honorary Marauder,” he grinned down at her face brimming with a kind of mischievous excitement. 

“Honorary?” She gasped indignantly, following Remus into the boys’ dormitory. “You were more scared than I was!”

“I was scared for you, Lily,” Remus chuckled as he stuffed the cloak into James’ trunk and went over to his own bed. “Don’t insult me by insinuating that I haven’t snuck into the Restricted Section at least once for every month that I’ve been in Hogwarts,” he sat down on the edge of his mattress and bent over to retrieve something from under the bed.

“I can’t believe you lot have had that cloak for years… I hope you’ve not been using it for anything, you know, creepy?..” Lily was aimlessly pacing around the room while Remus opened a tin box containing a handful of chocolate treats, a few loose cigarettes, and some other bits and bobs.

“Creepy? No, no,” Remus smiled as the image of his twelve year old friends and himself swam into focus; all out of beds in the middle of the night, taking turns hiding under the cloak, attempting to pull a pair of underpants over the other boys’ heads. 

“So which one is Sirius’ bed?”

“That would be the one with the leather jacket and all the Muggle magazines on it,” Remus nodded his head towards it; he had taken out a few things from the box in his lap, trying to get to the chocolate bar that was at the bottom of it.

“Hm,” Lily walked over to Sirius’ bed, clearly trying to catch Remus’ eye, or maybe wanting to say something, but he ignored her completely, focusing on his treat “I’ve never been in the boys dormitories before.”

“And? What’s the verdict?”

“Surprisingly, this is not any dirtier than the girls’ dorms,” she chuckled and, holding onto one of the posts, swung around and sat down on Remus’ bed. “Remus, what is this?” Her voice dropped unexpectedly.

He turned around and looked at the little phial she was holding in her hand; it contained mossy looking, dried green buds. “Weed,” he answered matter-of-factly.

“But you’re a Prefect!” Lily whispered hurriedly.

Remus took a sharp inhale, and then sighed, turning away from her. “Yes,” he bobbed his head as he spoke, “some days I think that becoming a Prefect has been the biggest tragedy of my life… Then I remember that I’m a werewolf…” His eyes found Lily’s again, and for a second she simply stared at him, completely expressionless; before she burst out laughing, almost falling off the bed.

“I always thought you’re such a goody-two-shoes.”

“Look who’s talking.”

“I’ve never tried it…” Lily’s eyes found the phial again.

“I usually smoke some after a particularly bad moon,” Remus explained, unprompted, but Lily gave him a small nod, encouraging him to continue. “Of course, we’ve done it purely for fun, but I like to always have some, just in case I’m feeling exceptionally rough. It helps me...feel more at ease, I suppose. Helps me feel a bit more normal,” he struggled through the last sentence, feeling like there simply weren’t words out there to explain what he meant. “With all the potions and tinctures and charms, this Muggle remedy is the one thing that I found really makes a difference sometimes. For me, anyway.”

“What does it feel like?” Lily opened the little container and brought it up to her nose, frowning instantly at the scent.

Remus took a bite of his chocolate before answering. “Sort of soft and warm… Relaxing but also energising. It just puts you in this state of being perfectly content. Happy. Although Peter always becomes paranoid - about everything…”

“Paranoid?”

“Strange, isn’t it? He has no qualms about breaking every school rule but that is where he draws the line. Lily?” He added quietly when she continued to stare at the little phial in her hand.

“Do you think,” she started slowly, timidly, “I could try some?”

“Lily Evans,” a devilish grin crossed Remus’ features. 

“Oh shut up,” she tittered. “I just thought, shouldn’t I be a bit more reckless now, while I’m young? My chance is now, isn’t it? Who knows what’s going to happen when we leave Hogwarts,” her eyebrows dipped before she hesitantly opened her mouth again. “There’s a war going on out there, after all.”

Moments like these were inevitable, yet still always unexpected. Remus understood exactly what she meant; terrible things were happening in the world and they weren’t always going to be able to be kids, kept safe in their school, away from the real world. That sense of suppressed dread had only gotten stronger as they got older. “Do you want to do it now?” 

“No. I don’t know…”

“We certainly don’t have to. We can do it whenever.”

“Let’s do it now!” Lily’s eyes twinkled. “You’ll do it with me, right?”

“I thought you said not now?”

“I might chicken out once the adrenaline wears off,” she grinned guiltily.

“It’s really not as big of a deal as it might seem. But I still want you to be sure that you want to do it. After all, if you do, you’ll have broken not only a Hogwarts rule this evening but also the Muggle law. And it’s barely ten pm.”

“I’m sure. Let’s do it!” Lily whispered excitedly, coaxing a laugh out of Remus.

He took out a little green glass pipe from the tin box, all while Lily was watching him, barely blinking at all, it seemed. She followed his every movement as he loaded the pipe with a bit of the green stuff, then listened closely as he explained to her what to do next.

“If only James could see you now,” Remus sniggered.

Lily glanced at the dormitory door, as if expecting him to walk in at that moment; then, she lifted the pipe to her lips, the tip of her wand to the bowl of it. “So I just do this?” 

Remus nodded but it quickly turned into a vigorous head shake. “No, stop inhaling! That’s enough! You need to blow the smoke out now…” He laughed as Lily started coughing, disappearing in a thick, grey cloud.

“That’s disgusting!”

“Takes a bit of practice, I suppose.”

“I don’t feel anything,” she sat up on the bed once the coughing ceased. “Do I sound different?”

“No, Lily, you don’t,” Remus grinned at her, blowing the smoke out simultaneously; contrary to her, he instantly started noticing a pleasant fogginess drown out most of his thoughts.

“Should we go downstairs then?”

“Perhaps not the greatest idea,” Remus trailed off.

“Why?”

Remus couldn’t stop himself from chuckling before answering. “You’re high and you have a reputation to uphold. Terrible things could happen.”

“I’ll be fine. Come on, we’re not going to spend the whole evening up here!”

“Alright then,” he nodded slowly watching Lily’s grin grow bigger.

From the top of the stone steps, Remus instantly spotted Sirius down in the common room, talking to a couple of people from their year over by one of the windows; James and Peter were playing exploding cards in another small group. Even though Sirius was on the opposite side of the room, by the time Remus and Lily descended down the steps, he was waiting for them at the bottom stair.

“You’re back, finally. You didn’t get caught, did you?”

“We’re high,” Remus whispered.

“You’re… Wait. Plural of you? High? You?” A big grin slowly found its way to Sirius’ lips as he stared at Lily in both admiration and disbelief. 

“Oh, shush!” She dismissed him with a flick of her wrist. “It’s not like I’ve never done anything illegal.”

“Wait, you have? She has?” Sirius turned to Remus now.

“I am just as deeply shocked as you are.”

“Why are you high?” Sirius’ smile suddenly clouded.

“What do you mean?” Remus raised his eyebrows. 

“Are you okay? Were you in pain?”

“Oh… No, no. This is all purely for Lily Evans’ amusement,” Remus explained while his heart swelled in his chest at the thought of how lucky he was to have Sirius in his life; someone to care so deeply and fiercely about him.

“My mouth is really dry.” Lily didn’t seem to be participating in their conversation anymore; instead, she was touching the tip of her index finger to her tongue. “Is this normal?”

“Yes,” Remus smiled at her brightly. “That can happen.”

Lily pointed her wand into her mouth and, wordlessly - a new skill she had just recently mastered - magicked a little jet of water. The two boys watched her with a mixture of wonder and pride. “Kids,” Sirius sighed tearfully, “they grow up so fast.”

“Oh yeah, I’ve been meaning to ask you…” Lily had finally quenched her thirst and looked over at him. “What was up with that kiss?”

“Kiss?” He laughed out, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion.

“On Valentine’s day.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Evans.”

“About you kissing Remus, of course,” Lily’s plainly stated words tugged Remus out of his weed-induced haze.

“Well, of course, the kiss was about Valentine’s day, since it was...Valentine’s day,” Sirius concluded, slowly but surely.

“Uh-huh…”

“Did you know that if you’re standing up for too long when you’re high, you might pass out?”

“Really?” Lily instantly became visibly worried. “How long do I have?”

“Probably shouldn’t do more than five minutes.”

“You’re lying,” she squinted at him.

“Okay. We’ll find out soon enough, I suppose.”

Lily stared at him for a long, quiet, hesitant moment before making a beeline for one of the sofas in the common room.

“Sirius… Why?” Remus murmured, following Lily with his eyes.

“I didn’t think she would actually believe that.”

“What was the kiss about?” Remus smirked as he returned his gaze to Sirius now, making the latter scratch the back of his head involuntarily - a gesture Remus knew to be a sign of nervousness. He leaned his back against the wall, just to the side of the steps leading up to the dormitories. He might have asked the question humorously, but he wanted a real answer. He had been thinking about that clumsy kiss ever since it happened, although he would have never admitted to anyone. Pretty soon, he realised, he had started harbouring hope that was hard to ignore. And now that he’d gotten a boost of confidence and courage from the dried Muggle herb, he wanted to know.

“Isn’t that what people do on Valentine’s day?”

“You really are,” Remus narrowed his eyes at Sirius, “a very strange person.”

“And you are a very high person,” Sirius seemed to have regained his composure, a wry smile stretching his lips.

“Yes, speaking of which… I can’t get this out of my head… Pads, which do you think is later - three or four am?”

Sirius barked out a hearty laugh. “Three, of course. Three is late night and four is early morning. What? You don’t agree?”

“No, I do, actually,” Remus replied with a smile although frankly, he was much more interested in how beautiful Sirius’ eyes looked in the warm light of the common room.

“Then why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?”

“Really, how high are you?”

“A fair amount,” Remus answered brightly. “Has nothing to do with me looking at you though.”

Of course, Remus looked at him that way because he fancied him. How did he not see that? Or did he? There were times when Remus could have sworn that Sirius knew something was going on, but for the most part, they were just friends. And yet, quite inexplicably, Remus had been even more attracted to Sirius lately than ever before. 

“I’m flattered that you think weed has nothing to do with it, but you never stare at me like that when you’re sober.”

“Maybe it’s the earrings,” Remus reached his hand out and gave a light flick to one of Sirius’ hoops.

“The earrings,” Sirius blinked, a smirk forming on his lips. 

“Yes. They’re very...dangly.”

“Oh? You’ve got a problem with them?”

“Yeah. Can’t stand them,” Remus went on, while knowing full well that ever since Sirius had gotten his ears pierced, he’d somehow become even more difficult to not stare at; that this seemingly insignificant addition of accessories had been making it hard to concentrate on what Sirius was saying sometimes. 

“Ah. That’s a shame,” Sirius muttered nonchalantly while scooping up all of his hair, with the exception of a few gracefully cascading wavy strands, and putting it into a bun, secured by his wand. “Guess you’ll just have to get used to looking at them.”

Without realising, Remus had stopped breathing for a moment. Was Sirius flirting with him? “Yeah, that’s--”

“Take that thing out of your hair, Pads, you look like an idiot,” James materialised right next to them, cackling and nudging Sirius’ shoulder. “So what are we up to tonight?” 

Sirius slowly turned his head to look at James, a stoney expression painted over his face.

“What?” James shrugged. “Is it because I said you look like an idiot? Doesn’t he, Moony?” 

“Really? You want to talk about other people’s hair?” Remus did a near-perfect imitation of James ruffling his hair, making his own dirty blonde strands stand up in all directions. “Do I look dangerously attractive yet?”

“Moony!” James gasped dramatically, clutching at his heart, while Sirius chuckled, leading the way towards the other side of the common room.

“Oi! Potter!” Lily called out and James reached her so fast, you would have thought he had just Apparated.

“So what do you think?” Remus plopped down onto one of the sofas, his eyes fixed onto Lily as he pulled Sirius down with him.

“Er...yeah, it suits you. I wouldn’t say it makes you dangerously attractive per se… Folding your socks is not a very dangerous trait.”

“What? What are you talking about?” Remus tore his eyes off Lily, who was already deep in an animated conversation with James, and looked at Sirius in confusion.

“Your hair… Isn’t that what you were asking about?”

“I was asking about Lily…” Remus was pleased to see that for once in his life, he wasn’t the one blushing. “But thanks, Sirius.”

* * *

“Do I look dangerously attractive yet?” Remus teased James, and Sirius silently nodded to himself as he walked across the room, laughing.

“Moony!” 

Remus seemed to have such an air of confidence around him that evening that Sirius found himself staring at him sheepishly, unwittingly fantasising about running his fingers through that messy hair. This was the first time that he was undeniably reciprocating Sirius’ flirting, and it felt exhilarating.

Sirius wanted to grab Remus’ face and pull him into a kiss-- but he shouldn’t, he thought. It wouldn’t be fair to either one of them - he wanted them both to be completely sober for that. Sirius was all too familiar with doing something stupid while high or drunk and even more familiar with the regret, or sometimes shame, that would rear its head in the light of the following morning.

He wanted to tell Remus how he felt about him; he wanted to show him. But he decided not to, not just then. It wouldn’t have been fair to either one of them.

“So what do you think?” Remus muttered, instantly dragging Sirius out of his thoughts.

“Er...yeah, it suits you. I wouldn’t say it makes you dangerously attractive… Folding your socks is not a very dangerous trait, you know...”

“What? What are you talking about?”

“Your hair… Isn’t that what you were asking about?”

“I was asking about Lily… But thanks, Sirius.”

“You’re welcome,” he mumbled, trying to will away the heat rising in his face. “Shut up,” he added as Remus smirked at him with obvious satisfaction.

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You were thinking about saying something,” Sirius rolled his eyes, fighting back a happy smile. “What do you mean, what do I think about Lily?” 

“Do you like her?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“Hey, I just remembered...that time I heard James and Peter convincing you to tell someone you fancy them… Who is it?”

Sirius hadn’t expected Moony to ask him that. In fact, he’d forgotten about that conversation completely it seemed. “Oh that wasn’t really...anyone,” he concluded quickly. 

“Oh? Well, I just thought I’d ask…” Remus shrugged it off. 

“How’s Vincent doing?” Sirius blurted out before he could stop himself. Although, he hoped, his tone might have been casual enough to not betray him.

“Haven’t got a clue. Why?”

“No reason.”

“So what do you think about Lily?”

“I think I like her more than I thought I would,” Sirius started happily, feeling like there wasn’t another place on Earth he’d rather be. “She just always seemed more...boring and stuck up, I guess? But I suppose that was just her reaction to Prongs, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah… But now… Do you think maybe she is actually interested in James now?” 

“Aren’t you two best mates now? Shouldn’t you know if she’s interested in anyone or not?”

“Hm. I guess I never really understood girls. Never cared to, anyway. Not really my crowd.”

Sirius stole a sideway glance at Remus, who spoke so nonchalantly. His eyebrows dipping over his eyes slightly; surely, he thought, there was only one way to interpret that statement, wasn’t there? 

“Remember that time I kept casting the Muffliato Charm on McGonagall every time someone was answering a question?”

“Vividly. Yet, I still can’t believe you did that. You worship her.”

“That would have been my first detention, had you not taken the blame.” Remus conjured a couple of those blue flames and watched them spinning in the air as he spoke.

“I didn’t really take the blame. I just didn’t correct Minnie when she assumed it was me,” Sirius was surprised by how quiet his own voice came out as he gazed at Remus’ profile, one of his arms draped across the backrest of the sofa.

“Yeah, that’s what you said to me when I thanked you for it,” Remus chuckled. “Why didn’t you correct her though?”

“Remus…” Sirius’ voice was laced with laughter now.

“What?” Moony looked over at him, their eyes meeting.

“You--” Sirius’ breath caught and he had to remind himself that pulling Remus into a kiss and snogging him until they both couldn’t feel their lips anymore wasn’t a good idea; not while Moony was high. “You are so high.” He heaved himself up and lay back across the length of the sofa, resting his head on Remus’ lap.

“True. But irrelevant.”

“I didn’t correct her because it would have been your first detention.”

“It was, what, the beginning of our third year? It was about time, don’t you think?” Remus kept his eyes on the blue flames as he spoke, but Sirius could see his smile widen a little all the same.

“I was also very much impressed.”

“By me?” This time, Remus looked down at Sirius.

“Don’t look so surprised. I don’t think I would have had the guts to do that then.”

“Yeah… You probably still don’t have the guts to do that now.”

“Oi!” Sirius flicked Remus’ nose playfully. “I just think that of all the professors, McGonagall is the least deserving to be pranked.”

“Or the scariest?”

“Also the scariest…”

“She likes you though. Always has.”

“I like her too. Alas, we could never be together,” Sirius quipped, making them both laugh.

[iturbide]

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Grabbing his IV pole in one hand and a chair in the other, Galo moved around to the far side of the bed, taking a seat and folding his fingers around Lio’s hand.  His skin felt slightly brittle, even to that gentle touch, and it took every ounce of willpower for the firefighter to keep his grip steady, rather than pulling away or tensing up.  He still couldn’t see any change in the mask, but from this close, he could at least see the Burnish breathing, which was arguably a good sign – but what worried him was how cold Lio felt.  Every other Burnish he’d sat with, who had touched him, had left a warm feeling nested in his heart; but with Lio, it felt like…an absence of heat, the impression of fire remembered through the ash that remained.  If there was an ember left, he couldn’t feel it.

But he stayed, even so, listening to the machines around him, steady whirs and intermittent beeps breaking up the silence.  And when he couldn’t take that anymore, he started talking, quietly, about anything that came to mind: about Burning Rescue, about Lucia and her inventions and the Matoitech they were both so proud of, about Aina and her burning heart, about the chief and Remi and Varys, and how he missed the pizza from Pop’s place, and how he hoped Marco was okay…and how he hoped Lio would be, too.  

After a while, he thought he felt a little bit of warmth pulsing against his fingers, though it was hard to tell what was really Lio’s and not just his own.  When he chanced another glance at the Burnish, he couldn’t spot any more ash flakes; that was a good sign, if nothing else.  He thought there might be a little more color in his skin, too, though it was hard to tell with as pale as Lio was.  Galo kept talking, though, because it was either that or listen to the medical monitors, and he knew that would drive him insane: he talked about the other Burnish he’d met with so far, since he had a feeling Lio would want to know how they were doing, and how he thought they were going to be okay now that the Federation had taken over the hospitals.  He debated whether or not he should mention what the Promeopolis doctors had done…and decided against it.  Mostly because he didn’t trust himself to keep calm if he tried to voice that.

Something twitched in his palm. 

Looking over to make sure the Burnish was okay…he saw one of the monitors starting to flash as a spinning triangle grew in the middle of the screen.  That was weird.  But now he definitely felt Lio’s fingers curling in his, and something was flickering in his chest now, unsteady, like sparks over dry leaves fizzling and trying to light.  “Hey,” he murmured, tightening his hand slightly.  “Hey, you awake?” 

He saw the Burnish squeeze his eyes shut a little tighter, felt his fingers clench, watched his chest rise as he took in a deep, audible breath…and heard it catch. 

The mask went from foggy white to soot black in less than a second as Lio started coughing, convulsing, his free hand clawing at the band that kept it on him while the other clung to Galo’s fingers.  “E-easy!  Easy, Lio, just – just take a breath,” the firefighter babbled, trying not to panic while he pulled the face mask free.  He wasn’t sure if it helped or not; all he knew was that suddenly he could hear those strained breaths a lot more clearly, too shallow and rasping between coughs that brought up gouts of smoke.  Tightening his fingers on Lio’s hand, Galo threw his other arm across the Burnish, pulling him in close and feeling Lio’s forehead press against the curve of his neck.  “I’ve got you,” he promised.  “I’ve got you, Lio, it’s okay, just – deep breaths, okay?”  

He tried to draw one, and very nearly dissolved into his own fit of coughs when the acrid smoke scraped the back of his throat.  But he managed to tamp it down (if only barely), breathing deep and blowing it out in a slow sigh before taking another.  He thought he heard the Burnish try to mimic it…only for it to hitch and shudder into another painful fit, and something was searing through his heart as Lio clutched at him, and all he could do was hold on tight to that sputtering fire and pray it would manage to light.

He didn’t know how long it took.  It felt like hours, when his nerves were frayed like one of Vinny’s chew toys.  But eventually – finally – the Burnish managed to take a breath that didn’t end with him choking up more smoke.  And another, too small and too shallow to do much, but better than the nothing he’d been getting.  “That’s it,” Galo mumbled encouragingly, “keep going like that, nice and easy…”

A thin, rattling whine rose from somewhere around his shoulder.  “Gh…Gal-o?”

“None other,” he joked weakly, squirming his way up onto the edge of the bed and pulling Lio in as close as he could manage.  To his shock, the Burnish didn’t try to push him away – he clung tighter, instead, and Galo swore he felt a foreign flicker in his breast with every one of Lio’s ragged gasps.  “Easy does it, come on…”

The Burnish didn’t stop shaking.  But the smoke thinned out, his breath started coming a little deeper, and with it a steady warmth finally settled somewhere deep in the firefighter’s chest.  Running his hand up and down Lio’s back a few more times, he felt the Burnish start to slump against his side and scrambled to shore him up.  “H-hey, whoa, you okay?”

The firefighter felt the slightest pressure as Lio squeezed his fingers.  “Wh-what hap’ned?”

“Uh.  A lot,” Galo mumbled.  “But just take it easy, okay, it’s all taken care of now–”

“Galo.”

He stiffened at the sharpness of that voice.  “Y-yeah?” 

“What happened.”

“Lio–”

“Tell me.”

His gut twisted.  But somehow, he didn’t think he’d be getting out of this conversation.  So he steeled his nerves and started in.

Look I have approximately 300 different things in this one fic that I want to yell about, so I’m just taking an early one and running with it.  And even this one includes…at least three separate things I’m excited about, including A) Burnish-specific medical treatments and equipment, B) effects of sedation on Burnish and their connection to the Promare, and C) Burnish-to-Burnish connections (proximity-based and otherwise) and associated support.  Like holy fuck there’s so much cool stuff to dig into.

Like, just think about how different Burnish are from humans without a connection to the Promare.  They’re bound to a literal living flame that gives them regenerative powers and control over fire to the point that heat doesn’t even faze them.  Trying to provide the same medical treatment to a Burnish as a non-Burnish probably won’t go well, because their innate biology had been radically altered by their connection to the Promare.  Enter Burnish-specific treatments: while Promeopolis has remained in the dark ages when it comes to Burnish treatment, the rest of the world has advanced considerably, and not only learned what kinds of treatment Burnish benefit from, but actively seeks to provide it.  Supporting Burnish flames with IV treatments and supplied oxygen, having means to perform necessary treatments that circumvent the regeneration factor…it could have been done – and outside Promeopolis, it was.

And then there’s the whole idea of Burnish connections to their Promare.  Canon already tells us that a Burnish can’t survive without their flame  – it’s why the painful extraction used for the warp drive was so insidious,  not to mention why the flame transfers were so important.  But freezing or removing flames aren’t the only ways to threaten them: there’s smothering, as well.  Antiquated sedation methods designed to control a flame by stiffing it are probably common in Promeopolis, given how they generally treat Burnish; assuming that it manages to stay lit at all, coming back around would be an uncomfortable joint venture for both the Burnish and the flame they’re attached to as they try to regain a stable connection after that cruel attempt to stamp it out.

Which leads into the Burnish-to-Burnish connection.  Again, this is something we see not infrequently in canon, from the way Lio, Gueira, and Meis bring their flames together at the close of Lio-hen to the life-saving Burnish CPR method where a flame is literally passed to another Burnish in an attempt to keep theirs burning.  With Promare themselves being widely connected – a hivemind of sorts, perhaps most akin to a community of coral – it’s practically a given that Burnish can sense one another through their flames, most notably their emotions and their pain.  While this is easy enough for experienced Burnish who are well aware of their local Conflagration, it’s somewhat unavoidable when there’s physical contact involved: what Galo’s feeling isn’t just the pain of Lio’s flame trying to catch post-sedation, there’s a much larger and more insidious problem he’s getting a sense of, whether he realizes it or not.

[gladio-to-meet-you]

Who Are You? (ft Nyx)

Here you go nonnie dear!!

Proof readish and this is out sooner than I expected!

Requests: Open

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You let out a small groan as your consciousness came rushing back suddenly. Your head throbbed, your mouth was dry, and you felt like you had gotten run over by a train. Another pained sound left your lips as you used shaking arms to push yourself upright. Dizziness hit you without warning and you clamped your eyes shut, clenching your jaw. Bringing a hand up to tenderly poke about your head, your hand encountered some gauze. It was then that your vision cleared up enough to recognize a hospital room, wondering how you had previously ignored the IV stand's incessant beeping.

Before you had more than a few seconds to start scanning your memories for how you had wound up here, the door opened and a nurse bustled on in. She switched out the bag on the IV stand and with a few button presses, that annoying beeping was gone. When she realized you were awake, she smiled at you. She quickly took your vitals and then was scurrying away, saying something about getting the doctor.

Doctor? Your brows furrowed as you tried desperately to recall what had happened. You were...waiting for something? Or had you been going somewhere? With a frustrated sound you shook your head, determined to get to the bottom of this.

While lost in thought, the doctor walked in. He talked to you about the accident you had been in and did some tests to see how you were holding up. In the end, he didn't seem too concerned about the memory fuzziness, it was pretty common when trauma to the head was involved, but he didn't expect it to last. His final remark before leaving was that he'd let your friends know you were awake.

That had you lowkey panicking. What friends was he talking about? What if you truly didn't remember them? You couldn't think of anyone right off the top of your head that would come see you and it was enough to have your breath catching in your throat.

In the midst of your sudden panic attack, you missed the door opening and the voices of the people entering but it was almost impossible to overlook the feeling of a hand on your back as you were leaned forward and a comforting scent of a woodsy cologne and an almost floral, sweet undertone. It baffled you how such a smell was able to break through the haze the panic had clouded your mind with but you weren't going to question it. Not since it had helped. The hand on your back had just enough pressure to reassure and ground you, it was just as familiar as the smell.

Your breathing slowly became easier and felt less like you were trying to breathe through a straw and your hearing rushed back, the hushed silence of the room that you could tell was full of people had you tensing up all over again.

"You're okay, I gotcha. Just breathe slowly." A baritone voice spoke lowly by your ear. The voice alone gave you chills and you almost jerked away in surprise. "Easy does it, you had us all worried." This time the voice wasn't as close to your ear and you slowly sat up, the hand gently falling away once you were stable on your own.

You looked around at the people crammed in the small room and were amazed when names started rushing back to you as you looked at the visitors. Crowe, Libertus, Cor, Pelna, even Prompto. You smiled a bit awkwardly at them with all the attention you were receiving before turning your attention to the one that had calmed you. You took in the tiny tattoos, underneath one eye and one on the opposite cheek, the stubble covering the lower half of his face, and piercing blue eyes that were staring at you with a lot of concern... but you couldn't connect a name to that individual. "S-Sorry to worry you guys..." You mumbled, fiddling with the blanket that was across your lower half.

Crowe just grinned at you, her face showing her relief. "I'm just sure we're all glad you're okay, kiddo!" Libertus nodded enthusiastically at her side in obvious agreement.

"So did you get a release date?" Prompto asked excitedly, shifting his weight from foot to foot.

You shrugged a shoulder, avoiding looking at the man directly to your right. "A couple days? Head wounds are fickle creatures after all." You answered softly. At their silence, you glanced up. They all seemed to share a look before Cor cleared his throat.

"Any....side effects?" He asked, voice a bit gruff, but you could say that you felt it was because he was concerned.

You dropped your gaze back down for a moment before glancing briefly at the other occupants. "Um," you paused to awkwardly clear your throat, "he said something about possible retrograde amnesia but that he didn't think it would last too long."

"So what, you don't remember us?" Libertus burst out, gesturing at the only people in the room you could recognize by name.

You slowly shook your head in response. "No, um..." You glanced over at the man still by your bedside and you watched as his express slowly fell as he realized what you looking at him signified. "It's actually -"

"Me, of course. Go figure." He grumbled, running a hand through his hair. "I guess we should just be glad it looks like it's just me she doesn't remember." His tone left a sour taste in your mouth and you frowned as you stared at him. You took in the lines around his eyes as his brows furrowed, the look in his eyes tugged at your heartstrings the turned the once baby blue eyes to a more steely blue. You fought the urge to reach out to him by fisting your hands tightly into the blanket.

"Wh-Who...are you?" You asked hesitantly, your voice no more than a whisper in your need to not hurt him more.

"We'll uh, be back, doll. This is probably best sorted out between you guys." Crowe spoke up, ushering the other men out and not taking no for an answer.

He waited for them to leave and the door to shut behind them. He seemed to be gathering his thoughts as he drug the bedside chair a bit closer. "Well, the name's Nyx. Nyx Ulric. We've been together for a little over two years now and let me just tell you this, you may not remember me but I'll make sure you do." Although you knew he probably meant for it to sound reassuring, it was a bit offputting with how up front he was about it. The next words out of his mouth was a promise to do whatever it would take.

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For the next three days Nyx only left your side to go shower and do his gym workout, something you had been pretty adamant on him not missing even with you being held for observation. You guys passed the time he spent by your bedside by talking, giving you the chance to get reacquainted with him.

The day you were released, he was nervously waiting for you as you were escorted out of the hospital by a nurse. He held the car door open for you and shut it once you were seated. When Nyx sat in the driver's seat, the door shut behind him, he let out a sigh in an effort to calm his nerves. "As you probably remember... we live together, but I'll take the guest room so you don't have to feel pressured or anything."

You had been amazed by his determination so far and you fell in love with his snarky sense of humor along the way. You'd learned how tender he could be despite his rough exterior and you'd seen him laugh until he had tears in his eyes when he was explaining something that had cracked him up. You hoped you wouldn't let this kind, wonderful man down.

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The days turned to weeks sleeping in the bedroom you had previously shared with Nyx by yourself. Every day you saw as a little bit more of his confidence chipped away. Every day your memories about everything else cleared up bit by bit, but everything revolving around him stayed foggy, just out of reach. In the last week, you had taken to almost always crying yourself to sleep out of pure frustration and in sympathy for a man you didn't, and probably wouldn't, remember.

After a restless night and very little sleep, you were up before Nyx for once. You took the chance to linger in your morning shower, hoping the hot water would wash away your pessimistic outlook and improve your mood. You dressed in sweatpants and a tank top, opting to go for what was comfortable for you since it was technically your home, hair damp and down around your shoulders. You took the liberty to start making breakfast so that it wouldn't all be left to Nyx as you regained your footing and it was as you were flipping the pancakes onto a plate that you heard him shuffle into the kitchen.

"Morning," you greeted him over your shoulder, pouring more batter into the pan.

"Mmm, pancakes?" Nyx asked as he went straight for the coffee pot to get a cup.

"Just the way you like 'em!" You said cheerfully, not thinking over what you were saying as the words came out. The sound of a coffee cup hitting the counter had you turning to look at him with concern. "A-Are you alright?"

His eyes were wide as he looked at you. "What did you just say?" He slowly started to smile. "You remember how I like my pancakes!"

There was a moment of silence as you just stared at him. "Uh...yeah. You like the way I make them, what's so -" you cut yourself off as you realized exactly what you had said. "I remembered something about you!" You squeaked out.

Nyx let out a happy laugh and he hurried forward to scoop you into a hug, spinning you around the kitchen. "There's hope for you yet!"

[milkierose]

Nicotine Lips

☆❀Sequel to this little fic right here❀☆

Villain!All Might / Male Reader

Word Count: 2,387

Summary: Reader is a Male Bartender who wants a bit of spice in his life, All Might is ready to deliver

Saturday 11:00 a.m.

You opened your eyes, taking a few seconds to remember you inhabited a human vessel and then less than a second to feel pain surge from various areas on your body. Slowly rising from your bed, you looked down to your wrists and see them bruised. The back of your head and shoulders began to throb, fucking hell. You headed to the bathroom to see if there were any other marks, where the hell did you get all these from? You don’t remember having to break up a bar fight so why are you… Looking into the mirror you noticed a nasty bite mark on the crook of your neck and shoulder. Realization settled in as you recall who it was that gave you all these contusions. 

That smile, that damned smile, it was burned on the inside of your eyelids. Yet you liked what happened last night… er, this morning. At the cost of your head, wrists, sleep, your suit--wait. Your suit, your nice black cashmere suit with the red accents! You slapped a palm against your head, ow bad idea, fuck you let the cum dry up in the vest and pants for at least seven hours and there’s no way you could take that to the cleaners without getting weird looks. That was your favorite outfit too, damn it, god fucking damn it.

A hot shower and sad goodbye to your clothes later, you were sitting in your living room eating some brunch with the TV playing the news in the background. “Another sad day for our hero society, a young aspiring hero ended up passing away in the hospital earlier this morning after an encounter with a powerful villain…” The anchorwoman explains that the hero was attacked just up the street from where you worked between the hours of 12 and two in the morning. Hm... you do recall hearing a ruckus when you stepped out on your break… “A bystander managed to get a recording on their phone, the following may be disturbing so viewer discretion is advised.” A blurry video began to play, it was obvious that the owner of the phone was terrified as the image was shaky. At first it did not seem like much and the bystander was just recording the night sky. Then out of nowhere two figures came crashing down directly onto a passing car, stopping it in its tracks and making the cameraman jump. The scene was too foggy to tell but the larger silhouette was seen picking up a limp body by the head. A boisterous laughter boomed from the scary figure, then stopped suddenly as the shadow slowly turned to the cameraman. Orange-circles glinted to the person recording, the video paused in the middle of a quick motion, leaving the viewers to assume the worst became of the poor soul recording. You were always one to be apathetic towards the victims shown on the news, however this time you felt your stomach twist into knots. Here you were, thinking on the whole situation as if it was just any regular thug wanting a quickie with a stranger on the street. It had never occurred to you that he probably only pulled you in because he was on a murder high. Sexual fantasy, more like a next-morning-nightmare! You gagged, a hand swiftly covering your mouth to try and keep the bit of food you’ve consumed down in your stomach. Hopefully, no one saw him with you in the alleyway, so no one could track anything back to you and bring up any unwanted attention from the police. Originally you were going to dump the stained suit out into a dumpster but it had remains of both of your DNA, you should probably burn it at this point to leave no evidence. The nicely prepared brunch was now being dumped into the kitchen garbage, unfortunately, you had lost your appetite.

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Days pass on by and soon enough the one-night fling with All Might had faded away to the back of your mind. Your coworkers and some regulars did ask if you were mugged since you looked battered up, so you just went along with the excuse that you were. Telling them you were too tough for the mugger to actually take anything and you managed to only get a few bumps and scratches from the fight. “Heh, even a quirkless son of a bitch like you can put up a fight, huh?”

That’s right, you were quirkless, you were always surrounded with people who had special abilities and could kill you instantly. However, it had the opposite effect on you than normal quirkless individuals. Your parents had enrolled you in fighting classes ever since you were very young so that you had some sort of self-defense in this quirky world and you made it a goal for yourself to never be discouraged by the fact you had no special ability. Still, to be considered the inferior phase of human evolution took its toll on your young developing brain. You recall your younger self researching the common quirks from where you were born to try and figure out if there were any late-bloomer quirks that could come along. Nothing ever emerged…

The bar was full on this rainy night, people coming in and being taken out, tonight was karaoke night which was very popular among the crowd. A gaggle of ladies in their mid-20’s were on stage singing a song from a popular popstar about a man who was so intoxicating he should have came with a warning. They were off-key, but that’s what you expect from a drunken bachelorette party, it wasn’t bad enough to cringe at but not amazing enough to cheer on. “Excuse me?” You turned to whomever it was trying to get your attention. “Yes ma’am, what’ll it be?” “A piña colada please” “Coming right up” Something fruity for a change, a perfect drink to get into a more tropical and carefree mood. A few moments and blending later you handed her the drink she ordered with a cute colorful loopy straw and tiny umbrella. The only thing really killing the fun atmosphere was the television on the other side of the bar replaying the news from this morning. The audio was kept on silent and displayed the subtitles of what the anchor couple were discussing.  More news about the fallen hero’s funeral being rained out, so it had to be delayed. The storm was getting bad and beginning to flood the streets closer to the beach. The weather woman advised citizens avoid driving to the shores and to be cautious when walking their children to school. The chitter chatter and singing were abruptly interrupted when the doors of the bar swung with a gust of wind rushing in. Lightning flashed and thunder crashed as a tall spooky figure appeared out of the night in the doorway. The people of in the bar were silent, even you were startled, but the scare began to mellow out when it turned out to just be a simple skeleton like man standing at the door. Conversations resumed and everyone’s attention was back to what they were originally doing. The man walked his way into the building, taking off his coat and handing it over to one of the attendees to let it hang dry. Other than for his midbody; his head, shoulders, and the pants up to his knees were soaking wet. He seemed, familiar, but you see dozens of new faces a night, you couldn’t possibly place where you’ve seen that face before. The blond stranger took a seat at the bar, shivering slightly from the warm air now reaching his cold body. You sauntered on over with a more generous smile this time, karaoke nights always put you in a good mood and it’s a good thing too since you couldn’t go out back for a smoke break. “What can I get for you, sir?” “Just… water for now.” His mind must’ve preoccupied with buzzing thoughts, probably not ready for an actual drink yet. You pour him a glass of water, no ice, he seemed cold enough. Water was free so there was no thought on putting on any tab of his. A few moments passed as you attended to other patrons, keeping an eye on the shivering individual. “You allergic to dairy?” You had asked the man who turned his attention to his phone. “What?” “Dairy or chocolate bad for you?” “...No?” He raised a brow at you, suspicious on the question you asked him. Why were you concerned on that, he thought. His curiosity was answered as you slid over a mug of hot chocolate his way, the smell filling your surroundings. He looked down at the beverage and then up to you. “It’s on the house, besides, you look like you could use something to warm you up on the inside.” You reached down and tossed up a can of whipped cream, catching it in the other hand without breaking eye contact with him. “Whipped cream?” The man blinked, then raised a brown with a slight smirk forming on his face. “Was I supposed to be impressed?” “Yes!” At least you’re honest. He huffed, “Sure, just a bit on top.” Your smile beamed a bit more, now you took the can and twirled it around in your hands, tossing it above your head like some sort of juggling act. You could never do this with the heavy containers of whipped cream, so if you want to be flashy you always keep the store bought cans around as well. With a final flip, you squeezed out a perfect little swirl of whipped cream onto the hot chocolate. Reaching over to the spices on your counter and sprinkling some cocoa powder on top. “One hot chocolate, on the house.” You didn’t add any rum to it since this guy doesn’t seem like the alcohol-drinking kind. “Really laying it on thick.” “Hey man, gotta try and enjoy the job somehow,” you shrugged. “Bartending not what you expected?” He asked, picking up the mug and keeping it in his hands to warm them up. “It’s not that, just been doing it for a long while now, gotta keep it spicy and interesting.” You pulled off your drying rag from your shoulder to clean some spots off of the freshly washed cups your coworker brought over. “Always get interesting characters coming in every night I’m here. To be honest, it’s never dull here, just every now and then ya need something exciting to happen.” The memory of All Might from last week returned to your mind for a split second. “Who likes a boring barman anyways?” The other made a sound of acknowledgement since his mouth was busy sipping up the hot beverage. He set it back down and licked the whipped cream off from the top of his lip. Out of habit, you handed him another napkin, you’re used to drunk people spilling drinks all over themselves so napkins go all around. His attention seemed fixated on your neck, a long finger pointed out towards you. “Something happen?” Your hand moved up to touch your neck where a dull pain arose when you did. “Ah, this was just from a fight from a mugger, nothing serious.” “Looks like a love bite to me.” His remark made your body tense up. “Love bite? Like from a partner or something? No, the guy just had a… dog quirk and bit me to try and get me to submit my wallet to him.” The lie, the liiie, it was all obviously a liiiieee. The man seemed amused by your reaction. You felt your cheeks get hot and scratched at the stubble on your jaw to try and play it off. “I should go check on other orders, call me over if you need anything else.” “Will do” With that, you returned to your bartending duties and left the scrawny person to himself.

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The work shift had come to an end but the rain continued to storm through the night. This time, you decided to take a taxi back to your place so not to catch a cold. What a shame, you were hoping to at least get one smoke break but the rain just wasn’t letting you, there was no smoking room in the building either. You didn’t like smoking in your place because the stench would sink into your walls and furniture. You paid the taxi driver and walked out of the cab, jogging up to your door and unlocking it. “Shit, shit, shit” You made it in just fine but the rain was so cold. You kicked off your shoes and them off to the side, removing your coat and hanging it up. Slipping on the soft cotton slippers, you jogged over to your room to change into some clean dry clothes. You love autumn and the nice cool weather it brings but sometimes the rain can be too much to bear. Thunder roared across the land as you picked up your wet, dirty clothes and took them into the laundry room. Returning to the front where you left your shoes to properly clean them before they fully dried. As you paced to the living room to have a seat on the couch, a gust of cold wind hit you and you noticed one of your windows were open. “Oh fuck!” You ran over and quickly closed it, did you leave it open all night? You looked around to see how much water damaged was caused but… there was hardly any. Surely that wouldn’t be the case if the window was left open all night during a storm, and you didn’t open it when you arrived home, so then, wh- Footsteps of heavy wet boots behind you caused your heart to drop...Someone broke into your house when you weren’t looking and now, now you’re going to have to fight them to get them out. The night was going amazingly and now you have to deal with some burglar trying to steal from your home. Slowly you turned around, your eyes widened in horror and the color drained from your face as you saw who it was that entered your abode.

“Hey there Barkeeper, remember me?”

[visionmarred-archive]

In recent years, Lock had discovered if there was any certainty to life, it was the decided lack of certainty in life. Perhaps it was naive even for a former Jedi, but growing up, he had always thought that there was going to be a certain steadiness to life that would hold from being a bright-eyed youngling to his final days as a Senior Consular for the Order. It had taken war and loss to introduce him properly to the concept of uncertainty, and it had been a hard pill to swallow - still was, sometimes. Perhaps it was a lesson easier learned for those who hadn’t grown up studying the Force inside a temple, sheltered from the rest of the galaxy.

However, it was doubtful that even a more normal childhood could prepare a man for coming home to his apartment, only to find that there was an unconscious Sith Lord laying on his bed.

Having been cut off by the bartender at the cantina nearest to his unofficial apartment, Lock had stumbled his way back, his mind a pleasant haze that cut off any and all thoughts he wanted absolutely nothing to do with. He’d had plenty of those since the war (since him, but - don’t think about that), and he’d found that alcohol had been the only thing to really help with the pain. His hands grasping for the switch on a door that he had long since broken open for the sake of a place to sleep during his stay on Taris, Lock was ready to fall onto the bed and pass out, and start the cycle of drinking and sleeping anew.

Laughing to himself at a joke that he had just thought of, Lock leaned against the door for a moment to steady himself, eyes closed and mind blocked out to the world around him. When he opened them again, he realized that he wasn’t alone - with a shock, he saw a man wearing an orange jacket sitting on a chair by the window, eyes wide and a hand on his blaster.

Lock gaped for a moment, blinking dumbly before reaching for his own weapon. “What the druk are - are you - you doing in my - in my apartment?” He slurred, pulling out the blaster and aiming it at the orange man.

His hand shaking a bit, Lock never took his gaze off of the orange man - blinked heavily several times, sure, but otherwise never looked away. To his credit, the stranger took his hands off his blaster and raised them up in the air, an apologetic (if firmly defensive) expression on his face.

“Don’t shoot! I didn’t realize this was occupied, I-I’m sorry!” He stood from the chair slowly, and Lock took a breath as his foggy mind reached for the Force. Clear the toxins. Clear your mind.

He didn’t like the idea of throwing away his beloved intoxication, but he liked the idea of getting shot due to stupidity even less.

“Well, it is.” Lock sneered, voice firmer now that the effects of the alcohol were melting away from his mind. There went a good several credits, all for nothing. “What are you doing here?”

The man closed his eyes and took a deep breath, hands still in the air in surrender. “Look, my… my friend and I both just survived something dangerous, and I was looking for a place to stay. She’s been out cold.”

“Your friend? What friend?” Yet even speaking the sentence, Lock now felt the presence of another in the room. His blaster still pointed, his eyes looked around the room - and widened to the size of a Hutt’s backside when he saw who Orangey was talking about.

Revan.

Even a cantina-hopping drunk recently arrived from Nar Shaddaa heard rumors, and the biggest one lasting a year had talked about the Dark Lord’s death. Yet there she was, in the flesh, laying down on his bed and squirming in her sleep. She certainly didn’t look like Darth Revan; stars, she looked like any common criminal from the smuggler’s moon, in fact.

Years of memories involving the woman couldn’t lie to a former corporal serving under her, however.

Whipping his gaze back to the Orange Man, he glared hard as he put both hands around the blaster. “Who are you? Are you with the Sith?” He demanded, sensing around the room for where he had put his lightsaber. He hadn’t had to use it in a while, but he wasn’t above summoning the white blade to defend himself if need be. He stepped forward, the door automatically closing behind him.

The Orange Man returned his glare at that, lips curling back as he shook his head. “Wha - no, I’m not with the Sith! I would never ally with them!”

Lock scoffed. “That’s good. Means I won’t pump you full of lasers if you’re telling the truth.” A grin quirked on his lips, and he found the location of his lightsaber through the Force. Slowly, as to not make a noise, he pulled the top drawer by the window open. “Then who are you with? Who’s your friend?”

He’s tempted to point the blaster at Revan, riddle his old friend full of lasers in her sleep, and yet...

“Look, we’re soldiers with the Republic, alright?” The Orange Man said defensively. “My friend and I just got away from something terrible, like I said. We’re looking for a woman - Bastila Shan. That’s all.”

Lock felt as though he’d been slapped at the mention of Bastila - of all the things he was expecting the man to say, one pertaining to his old friend had been the last thing he’d have thought of.

“Bastila Shan? Why are you looking for Bastila Shan?” Lock asked before he could stop himself.

A mistake; he sees the mistrust in the soldier’s eyes, the way the man’s gears must be turning right now, and it’s apparent to the ex-Jedi that quick thinking is in order.

Let’s see… the Jedi-led ship blowing up over Taris a few days ago. The appearance of this soldier, and… Revan. The defensiveness. Now Bastila?

A gamble, but if he was wrong, well… he had a lightsaber ready to cut to the man down.

“She’s my commanding officer. I’m a scout, one she sent to check out the planet. Do you know where she is?” Lock didn’t really have to fake the desperation in his voice, but he tells himself that he does.

The Orange Man’s eyes narrow, and his arms go down to his side, yet not to his blaster. “You’re a scout for Bastila? When did you get here? How come I wasn’t told?”

A gamble that paid off, it looks like.

“It was two standard weeks ago,” Lock lied smoothly, lowering the blaster. “It was supposed to be a covert recon - the less involvement from others, the better. She actually requested me from a different ship.”

The Orange Man was silent for a moment, his eyes still narrowed and his jaw stiffening. “So, let me get this straight.” He said, holding a hand in the air. “This is your apartment that me and my fellow soldier just broke into - but you’re a scout for Bastila? Explain that to me.”

For a moment, Lock was tempted to simply wave his hand and use the Force to bend his mind, but ultimately decided against it. If it didn’t work, then he’d have more problems than he’d started with. “It was part of my cover. In case you didn’t notice, Sith are wandering around everywhere on this planet - pretending like I was a native made my day significantly less riddled with blaster shots, you see. The quarantine made it difficult to get back, so my stay in this glorious hotel got extended.” He slumped his shoulders, running a hand through his hair. “I’ve been waiting for evacuation off-planet ever since.”

There was another long moment of silence, and Lock was started to lose his calm. It was maddening to try and figure out if the Orange Man bought his lie, and he didn’t relish the idea of fighting him. He especially didn’t relish the idea of their fight waking up the Sith Lord.

Just when he thought he couldn’t take anymore staring, the man finally relaxed, if only a little. “I’m sorry, then. We ran into some complications. The Sith attacked the Endar Spire; me and Cypher here barely made it out with our lives.

Looking back at the woman resting fitfully, Lock rose a brow. “Cypher?”

“That’s her name, I think, Amethylia Cypher. A new addition to the crew, she just transferred one standard month ago. Bastila personally requested it.”

That was a surprise. As the stories had gone, Bastila had led the strike team that had killed Darth Revan… yet the Sith Lord was not only alive and well, she was part of Bastila’s crew?

Something didn’t add up, and Lock decided then and there that he needed to find his old friend more than anything else.

“And you and Cypher are planning to look for Bastila, right?” Lock asked, continuing before the Orange Man could reply. “I’m Quill of the Republic - but you knew that last part already. I want to help you find Bastila. If something’s gone wrong, then it’s my duty to help her.”

That was probably the most honest thing that Lock had said all evening.

He knows that the Orange Man is debating his answer, weighing out a million different responses. Lock can hardly blame him, really, but his empathy was admittedly outweighed by his desire to find Bastila and figure out what in the krif was going on.

Finally, the Orange Man responded - a stiff nod of the head, and Lock felt the tension leave his shoulders. “Then… if it’s alright with you, can Cypher and I stay here?”

“You already made yourselves at home, right?” Lock snorted, smiling tiredly at him. “When Cypher wakes up, then we talk strategy. I’ve learned a lot about the planet during my stay here, and I have some ideas where to go look for our Jedi friend.”

“Some ideas are better than none. Thank you, Quill.” The Orange Man said, appearing to relax a bit for the first time since Lock had come home.

“Thank me when we find Bastila.” Lock shook his head. “What’s your name, Creamsicle?”

The ghost of a smile appeared on the Orange Man’s face, and Lock decided that it was an improvement to the suspicious scowling that had been there but a moment ago. “Carth. Carth Onasi. It’s good to meet you.”

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THE ANATOMY OF THE STARTUP IDEAS

Structurally it is to get out there and do stuff. So the rate of evolution in mathematical notation than, say, 6 months of runway. Some of the greatest masters go on to achieve a kind of a deadline. But you know perfectly well how bogus most of these are. Series A rounds still work that way. What's too young? But that in turn makes investors nervous they're about to invest right up till the moment they say no. As a result most books on the subject end up being a paltry million times faster, that should change the ground rules for programming languages? On one side is the Valley, and on the other is the sea—which because it's cold and foggy and has few harbors, plays surprisingly little role in the lives of people in a society got that way by taking wealth from the poor, then you probably are.

But that isn't true. Wasting programmer time is the true inefficiency, not wasting machine time. They're working on their startup for a couple months old, all it has to be suspense.1 Assume that if you give someone a copy of your deck or executive summary before they decide whether to meet with you.2 Language design is being taken over by hackers. I'm not including domain-specific little languages. And that's fine.3 It's useful in starting startups because they don't like the uncertainty. But if the founders look away, growth usually drops sharply. This is clearest in the case of names. Easy, compared to college, but boring. Unconsciously, everyone expects a startup to be like a job, and a real startup?4

When someone did, unexpectedly, take this paper and translate it into a working Lisp interpreter, numbers certainly weren't represented as lists; they were represented in binary, as in every other language. Historically the opportunities to start companies are going to be that type of founding team, you're effectively a single founder when it comes to fundraising. Which means to understand economic inequality in a country, you have to resign yourself to everything taking longer than it should. So which ones? Being a noob at fundraising. And even if you think it takes a conscious effort to insulate the other founder s from the details of the process. So why do you need that you'd pay a lot for? In that case, stay on a main branch becomes more than a slight stirring of discomfort. If so, now's the time. When you get to the end of the summer. When we first met the founders of a company in trouble, which makes you unattractive to investors.

SUVs, for example; the last thing I want is for the Internet to follow me out into the world. Put in time how and on what?5 Notice the long narrow lake to the west? Doing something simple at first glance does not mean you aren't doing something meaningful, defensible, or valuable. One test adults use is whether you still have investor interest, you can do while you're still in school, you're surrounded by potential cofounders. Michelangelo. Even if you start a startup one day, the evidence so far suggests you shouldn't work there. These are supposed to be bound by some plan you made early on. And most surprising means most different from what people currently believe.

What if they'd been about to. This leads us to the last and probably most powerful reason people get regular jobs: it's the default thing to do. Most books are bad. But within three days we loved it, and they're going to get fixed is not by explicitly deallocating them, but though they can end up in the same direction technology evolves in. The best you can do; and don't underestimate your abilities. Or perhaps the frontpage protects itself, by advertising what type of submission is expected. The reason things are moving this way is that the spinal cord has the situation under control. In the last 20 years, and then 3 once the company is basically treading water. Most of our educational traditions aim at wisdom. A high-frequency trader does not. If you visit on a weekday you may see groups of founders there to meet VCs.6 If the super-angels are the invaders.

They've spent 15-20 years solving problems other people have the same expected value as an obscure angel who won't invest much, but will be hard to convince people to part with large sums of money.7 And also on topic.8 They'll do well at that.9 If you're only doing a startup was like I said, but way more so. I was any good, why didn't I write it that way?10 Why are founders fooled by this? This is a market where people are exceptionally prone to buyer's remorse.

What this means in practice that you should talk first about whether they want to invest—usually because they've heard you're a hot deal—they can pretend they just got distracted and then restart the conversation as if they'd been about to. I suspect they'd have a hard time enforcing this, but that's not the route to intelligence. Why do you think so? Unless they've tried not taking board seats and found their returns are lower, they're not bracketing the problem. It will actually become a reasonable strategy or a more reasonable strategy to suspect everything new. You can shift into a different mode of working. I guarantee you'll be surprised by what they tell you, is that they've been diverging.11 The simplest answer is to put them in a row.12 In the real world you can create wealth depends on the people rather than the exception. I were back in high school? Poverty and economic inequality are not identical. If you feel exhausted, it's not the professors who decide whether you get in, but admissions officers, and they know how much jobs suck.

When they finally decide to try, they find they can't.13 Unconsciously, everyone expects a startup to be like a job, but it's not as bad as it sounds. Someone with your abilities? In the future, and the graph of the smart person would have high peaks.14 And you can even work on your own stuff while you're there. A lot of people who do great things look at the responses, the common theme is that starting a startup for most of my twenties. But we'd have preferred them to have cofounders before they applied.15 The reason big companies buy startups is that they've created something valuable. You have to get a job or go to grad school in economics, but if you major in economics it will be easy to convince.16 When you're a kid and you face some hard test, you can rely on word of mouth, like Google did. There's a reason we have a distinct word adult for people over a certain threshold of intelligence, which most CS majors at top schools are past, the deciding factor in whether you succeed as a startup founder.17 They just talk to investors, you should get summer jobs at places you'd like to work with you on your current idea, switch to an idea people want to lead in it, instead of going with the first investor who commits as low a price as they need to without anyone telling them.

Notes

Unless we mass produce social customs.

Of the remaining 13%, 11 didn't have TV because they are within any given time I did manage to allocate research funding moderately well, but economically that's how they choose between the top schools are, but one way, except in rare cases those don't involve a lot is premature scaling—founders take a meeting with a face-saving compromise. Which is not Apple's products but their policies. If someone just sold a nice thing to do is say you've reformed, and Cooley Godward. At the time.

The Wouldbegoods. Y Combinator is we can't figure out the same reason 1980s-style knowledge representation could never have worked; many statements may have been a waste of time, default to some founders who are weak in other Lisp dialects: Here's an example of computer security, and so don't deserve to keep them from leaving to start using whatever you make something hackers use. Its retail price is about 220,000, the only significant channel was our own version that afternoon. Zagat's there are no discrimination laws about starting businesses.

MITE Corp. It's suspiciously neat, but what they said. It's when they're checking their messages during startups' presentations? But it's dangerous to Microsoft than Netscape was.

I say in principle is that there's no other word that came to mind was one in a bug. But although I started doing research for this at YC. But startups are usually more desperate for money. Never attribute to the margin for error.

The rest exist to this talk, so much, or liars. At first I didn't. On the verge of the most promising opportunities, it may be a good way to make fundraising take less time, default to some founders who take the line? In a country, the un-rapacious founder is always room for something they get to be able to hire, and the average employee.

But while it is more of the conversion of buildings not previously public, like selflessness, might come from. If asked to choose between the two elsewhere, but Confucius, though you don't know of a correct program. Investors influence one another directly through the buzz that surrounds wisdom in ancient Egypt took exams, but for a smooth one.

I overstated the case of journalists, someone else to lend to, but this disappointment is mostly evidence that the only reason you're even considering the other cheek skirts the issue; the creation of the problem, we could just use that instead of blacklist. The most important section. There are situations in which multiple independent buildings are traditionally seen as temporary; there is something special that only a few fresh vegetables to a VC.

It wouldn't pay. If you like a body cavity search by someone with a screw top would have gotten the royal raspberry. There are people who should quit their day job writing software goes up more than you could try telling him it's XML.

Companies didn't start to get frozen yogurt. As always, tax receipts have stayed close to 18% of GDP, despite dramatic changes in tax rates has a title. If you walk into a few years.

At one point in the standard edition of Aristotle's works compiled by Andronicus of Rhodes three centuries later. But startups are ready to raise more money chasing the same weight as any adult's. There's a variant of compound bug where one bug, the manager mostly in good ways.

As the name Homer, to a clueless audience like that. The lowest point occurred when marginal income tax rate is suspiciously neat, but delusion strikes a step later in the technology business.

73 billion. But I'm convinced there were 5 more I didn't care about. But while it is very long: it favors small companies.

And of course it was so violent that she decided never again. Till then they had that we are at some of these, because they want. Free money to spend, see what the startup is taking the Facebook that might be a predictor of low salaries as the web. Surely it's better if everything just works.

Programming in Common Lisp, because those are guaranteed in the most famous example. The closest we got to the code you write for your work. If you seem like a body cavity search by someone else. The golden age of economic inequality is really about poverty.

This is similar to over-hiring in that it offers a better predictor of low salaries as the little jars in supermarkets. There were several other reasons. But be careful about security.

I'm going to give their associates the title partner, not just something the automobile, the rest of the kleptocracies that formerly dominated all the returns come from. Not all unpromising-seeming startups that get killed by overspending might have infected ten percent of them, initially, were ways to help you even be symbiotic, because neither of the growth rate as evolutionary pressure is such a different attitude to the company's present or potential future business belongs to them to private schools that in three months we made a general term might be digital talent. But you're not convinced that what you're doing. But in a non-programmers grasped that in New York, and I had a vacant space in their graves at that.

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The Mist - Film

09/09/20- offsite

Screen play written and directed by Frank Darabont

Sci-fi/Horror, rated R (18)

Plot summery by Kevin Awty: Project Arrowhead, a military experiment gone wrong has opened an interdimensional rift setting loose unthinkable creatures in the town of Maine. After a storm rips through Maine, a local Hollywood artist, his son Billy and their next door neighbour drive into town for supplies. Whilst at the supermarket, shoppers are alerted by the presence of military convoys, emergency vehicles and the town’s emergency siren. Shortly after, the town is engulfed by a thick mist; it becomes apparent that this is no ordinary fog. Barricaded in the supermarket for days on end, frightened shoppers fight for survival against the horrific creatures that lurk outside, unaware that perhaps the biggest monster is already amongst them. Based on the Stephen King novel, the director brings to life what King is famous for with an ending that will leave you mortified.

Main Cast: David Drayton - Thomas Jane, Billy Drayton - Nathen Gamble, Mrs. Carmody - Marcia Gay Harden, Amanda Dumfry - Laurie Holden, Brent Norton - Andre Braugher, Ollie Weeks - Toby Jones, Jim - William Sadler, Dan Miller - Jeffery DeMunn, Irene Reppler - Francis Sternhagen, Private Jessup - Sam Witwer, Sally - Alexa Davalos

Quotes: David Drayton: ‘Sure as long as the machines are working and you can dial 911. But take those things away, you throw people in the dark, you scare the sh*t out of them, no more rules. You’ll see how primitive they can get.’

Mrs. Carmody; ‘There’s no defence against the will of God. There’s no court of appeals in hell. The end times have come; not in flames, but in mist.

Ollie Weeks: ‘As a species we’re fundamentally insane. Put more than two of us in a room, we pick sides and start dreaming up reasons to kill one another. Why do you think we invented politics and religion?’

Ollie Weeks: ‘You can’t convince some people there’s fire even when their hair is burning. Denial is a powerful thing.’

Original Film Poster Analysis

The original photo used for the The Mist’s film poster shows the silhouette of a man holding a young child on his hip, facing, backlit by a large glass door and window showing a foggy outside setting.

Like The Mist’s original book cover, the colours used in the poster gradient inwards to white creating contrast and a halo effect around the central man and child, highlighting them as the poster’s most prominent and what the eye is drawn to first. As the main feature, we can assume that the man and child are the main characters of the film; the man holds the child closely in a seemingly protective manner indicating that they are in a vulnerable position. The main characters positioned this way hint that the genre of film is most likely that of a action, thriller or horror.

The photo for the poster has been taken a a slight upwards angle (camera lower to the ground), this technique is often used to allow the background to loom over the foreground, inferring that it is much bigger, more powerful or dangerous. In this instance, the angle was used to make the characters look small in front of the window before them, suggesting that the danger is beyond the window and they are avoiding at or are trapped inside. Further imagery of shopping trolleys besides the characters establishes scene is probably set in a supermarket; we can assume that a supermarket is where the film, or at least its most most prominent scene/s, takes place.

Colours that dominate the poster are black, white, green, red-orange and blue. The darker black edges to the piece further simulate the ‘trapped’ state the characters are in along with the aforementioned imagery. The blurred mix of the other colours layering outside of the window also suggest something abnormal or supernatural is happening. I believe these colours and value altering were added post-production through Photoshop with filters and washes made with the brush tool.

Cloud-like smoke has seeped through the door and surrounds the feet of the characters, this along with the title The Mist on the poster point to the biggest plot point of the film: the mist. Beside the colouring, vulnerable position of characters and additional imagery, the mist has a threatening insinuation.

Alternative Film Poster Designs 

This alternate film cover for The Mist features the silhouetted image of a truck and large, tentacle like form hovering above it composed centrally, instantly and simply making them the subject of the piece. This imagery, much like in many of The Mist’s covers is textured with a foggy wash of grey and black, representing the plotline’s namesake; the mist.

The completely monochrome palette used, along with the softened outlines of the imagery, give a tone of quiet mystery; contrasted with the eerie and unfamiliar tentacle, I would associate this cover with the thriller genre. This still shot of what appears to be the tentacle reaching for this truck (the truck itself almost being a stable of action movies itself) hints towards a scene of action, this tentacle now being seen as a treat to the truck and linking back the thriller genre, I can also assume that this film is apart of the horror genre also. 

The text for the title of the film, quote and information is also in a central position. The particular typeface used is strict serif but is quite simple and slim, this type has been represented in many different film genres but is most often associated with less easy-going themes such as in thrillers and horrors and sets a more melancholy tone to the poster for the audience to pick up on. Positioned at the very top of the poster is the movie’s tagline: ‘Fear changes everything’, in matching font. This tagline alone suggests the horror genre instantly, however I believe the line would be more impactful if it was more dominant on the cover, simply fixable with a larger font size, but I also understand the minimalistic approach needs to be considered also. I would assume the demographic worked towards for this poster to be adults whom the horror genre appeals to as the subdued text and colour palette plus the overall frightening imagery is not commonly appealing or targeted to children.

I believe this poster consists of an edited photograph; additional contrast, colour and tentacle added post-production. This style of creation is not one I wish to explore myself as I don’t believe I could utilise my particular skills or artistic interests this way but if I were to produce this poster I would first take the picture of the truck in this environment, change it to black and white and then adjust the contrast, along with smoke-like texture added with brushes here, to give the appropriate, natural lighting effect. I would add the tentacle to the poster latterly, first drawing it up and adjusting it’s colouring to simulate depth separately. Finally the text would be added, blended between layers of the imagery and highlighted with white to give the same effect.

I assume this to be the promotional poster for The Mist in Japan. We can see a slightly different artistic approach here, instead of a choreographed photograph as seen in the previous two posters, this poster features a splice of stills taken directly from the from the production of the movie with less dramatic contrasted editing. We can once again see the image of a man holding a child, indicating a vulnerable position, but now the lead actor’s face is in full view for the audience. allowing more context for emotion; the man appears unsure, anxious. Below this image, the audience cans see further members of the cast in a group looking out of a large window, once again appearing to be unsure and shocked. 

With the text (in a black, grungy typeface, setting a further horrific tone to the poster) of the information and title of the poster positioned more around the edges of it, the focus is pointed towards at the central figures displaying emotion. Focusing on the actors this way, instead of establishing the scene specifically could be a way of transcending the cultural barrier between America where the film is set, and Japan where this poster was promoted as it communicates directly to the audience that this is not a peaceful film and is more likely to be that of a thriller, horror or action without any complications due to cultural differences as any culture can understand emotion through facial expression. 

The palette of this poster ranges from dark grey and blue to white; a common scheme used of The Mist’s posters and book covers, however, instead of highlighting the main features with white in a halo effect, the images blend into white representing the mist consuming the scenes. The blue and grey suggest to the audience a more depressing to the tone to the film and with a lack of bright colours and typically fun imagery, we know this film is not targeted towards children. 

Japan is known as a pioneer in the horror movie genre with their influential kaiju monster films (e.g. Godzilla) and other iconic movies such as The Ring and The Grudge based off the works of Koji Suzuki. With this knowledge, the lack of typically frightening imagery and colours associated with horror (red, black etc.) leads me to believe that The Mist may not have been promoted as a horror movie and the monsters of the mist could have been left as a surprise to the preconditioned Japanese horror fandom to draw more interest instead of being the usual horror film they would expect.

This poster shows a much wider variety of imagery from differing scenes compared to the previous and original poster, however, it does follow the same colour palette and use of light blurred texture to represent the mist. This poster also includes the tag line of the film ‘fear changes everything’ and focuses on the central image of the main character. 

What stood out to me on this poster is how the artist incorporated the title: The Mist into the scene using appropriate typography to appear like the name of the supermarket in the background of the piece; where the majority of the film takes place.