#(imagine me like your family member who heard you like one (1) thing and keeps sending you things vaguely related)

[oojamaflip-whatchamacallit]

@stephanweaverofworlds

hey I'm normal haha. um. what if u draw some more heavy and medic cuddling haha that would be crazy hahaha.........

HAHA THAT WOULD BE CRAZY….. *hands you these then runs away*

[elentary]

I was watching (again) Crowley and Aziraphale's trials when something caught my eye (and my ear).

When I heard "in the deepest pit", something I have buried for almost 20 years popped into my mind: Dante's Inferno (I mean "La Divina Commedia", not the videogame, obviously).

After all those years I can still remember what I learnt in highschool about the structure of hell. a quick Wikipedia dive confirmed my thoughts.

This is hell:

Several circles, each one with his sinners, punishments, demons and VIP. Long story short, graver you had sinned, lower you go and more you're screwed in your punishment (which is often chosen by the "contrappasso" rule: some are really gruesome, so watch out if you want to read about them).

In the ninth (and last) circle there are Cocytus, a frozen river, and, at the lowest/deepest point, Giudecca, the Frozen lake. In this place are punished the worst sinners in the universe: the traitors who had betrayed people who had special relationships with. Like traitors of family members, homeland/community, guests and benefactors.

Those damned souls are punished by having their body partially or totally buried in the ice in the worst possible position imaginable.

(here you can also admire Dante and Virgilio looking upon Ruggieri degli Ubaldini [=the snack] and Conte Ugolino della Gherardesca [=the hungry man])

That frozen wasteland is the "deepest pit" of hell. And, to me, that is utterly terrifying imagining Aziraphale-as-Crowley (or Crowley) there. Why?

1) can you imagine how agonizing is being stuck in the same position for all eternity when you constantly wiggle, fidget, fret and giggle? Especially with an anxious mind? Or with an active imagination?

2) the cold is not just freezing cold (which is nasty by itself). The cold is the embodiment of the missing love/light/warmness which is the embodiment of GOD. And in Giudecca nobody can reach you (since you're completely encased in ice) and neither can God's love.

3) do you know who is in the utter center of that place?

This guy:

Satan himself.

And he's munching on the three worst traitors of history (in Dante's opinion): Brutus, Cassius and Judas Iscariot (technically Satan has 3 faces and in each mouth there is a traitor).

He's munching on three people he doesn't know. What do you think he could do to a being who should have served him with loyalty (and/or fear)? He had all eternity to punish his traitor.

To me this is even scarier to the holy water.

Probably Neil's Hell is not based on Dante's inferno but, to me, the possibility of being sent in the furthest place from God with Satan as a torturer is a fearsome possibility for Aziraphale (especially since we know that demons get punished for failing their jobs [or annoying other demons]).

Aziraphale, until he saw Micheal with the pitcher, didn't have the certainty he and Crowley had understood what Agnes Nutter's prophecy was. So, to me, being sent in the deepest pit of hell as a punishment was a possibility (that probably even hell had considered).

Don't think that's a coincidence the scene in hell has the same "vibe" of this one:

In my opinion, in the first two pictures (at the beginning of this post) Aziraphale-as-Crowley was keeping his cool better just because 1) in his mind his boyfriend Crowley would be brave enough to not show fear in front of the hell 2) he was really having faith in Agnes Nutter's prophecy (and in their analysis).

And I love how Aziraphale-as-Crowley has enjoyed his bath in the tub and put the fear of God Crowley into everyone who was there to avoid any further punishments (too bad they still decided to evict the demon from his flat).

And Crowley-as-Aziraphale? Was he in danger of another punishment?

I wondered about that and the first thing that came to my mind was the Fall (and I made myself really upset).

Crowley was risking to Fall again, a second time, and live that again (and I don't think the archangels were going to rip some celestial files, remove his passwords and put him in the elevator to send him to hell).

We don't know if in the night before the trials Crowley and Aziraphale had thought and/or shared their opinions about what would have happened if they had misunderstood Agnes Nutter's prophecy or if their plan failed.

However both of them decided to go to the place that could have destroyed them easily if they failed.

[lightandheatao3]

The Bunker - Criminal Minds

Chapter 9: The Emptiness

Summary: Spencer Reid wakes up in a locked bunker to find half the current BAU and two of its departed members unconscious on the floor. The old team is back together but the reunion is not what any of them would have wished for. An Unsub from their past has decided it's time they all stop keeping secrets, even if it means exposing them by force.

Hotch and Derek have been pulled back into a world they tried to escape. Emily, Rossi, and JJ are doing their best to keep it together. Spencer is falling apart.

AKA a found family is reunited and forced to go through the most nightmarish version of family therapy imaginable.

Set months after the end of Criminal Minds: Evolution. Evolution referenced, but not necessary to understand the story.

Chapter Summary: Rossi has a secret, but even he's not sure what it is.

Read chapter 9 on AO3 or under the cut. All comments and reblogs are extremely appreciated <3 I would love to know what you like about the story :)

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"She hasn’t got anything! She’s fishing to see what she can get us to admit to. I don’t know how you can’t see that,” said Rossi in exasperation.

“This is the same person who managed to track me down in wit-sec, Dave, I don’t think we should underestimate her,” pointed out Hotch. "Even if you're right, which I agree is a possibility, what's our alternative?"

“She isn’t going to let us starve,” countered Rossi. “If we start giving her personal information that she may not already have, all we’re doing is weakening our position.”

“Dammit, Rossi, how much weaker can our position get?” snapped Derek. “If I die of starvation because you’re too proud to tell us what you’re hiding I am going to track you down in the afterlife and kill you again. I don't care about your pride more than I care about getting home to my kids.”

“I’m an old man, alright? I’ve got at least a dozen things that fall into the ‘I’m never talking about this with anyone’ category. I don’t even know how to narrow it down,” said Rossi, throwing up his hands dramatically.

“So tell us all of it,” insisted Derek.

Rossi scoffed and said something in Italian that Spencer didn't understand, but could only assume was cursing of some kind.

Spencer sighed, standing in the corner, watching them bicker.

He had been halfway through The Shipman’s Tale from The Canterbury Tales when the door had clunked. The others had shot up like lightning, gathering around the portal like pathetic mewling kittens waiting for feeding time; thin, weak, desperate.

He had hovered at the back of the group, watching. It's not that he wasn't as hungry as the rest of them. Perhaps he just lacked the capacity to hope like they did, because he had known, somehow, that it wasn't going to be food coming through that chamber.

All that had passed through was a note.

JJ had read it out. “You have all been bad and broken the rules, but I know how to forgive. Are you hungry yet? If you want to prove to me that you are well behaved, Agent Rossi will tell you what he is hiding.”

Things had quickly devolved from there.

“Come on, Rossi,” said Emily. “It will be something recent. Something big. Likely something you have been actively trying to conceal. I know you know what she wants you to say. I could see it on your face as soon as you heard the note.”

“Look at what Emily and Spence had to go through,” said JJ. “You’re not the only one this is happening to. We have to eat. It’s the first rule of survival when held captive. You have to eat whenever you can."

“What if I spill every detail of my personal life to you and then she doesn’t feed us anyway, because I don’t know what the fuck she wants me to say?”

“Then I guess we’re taking your secrets to the grave, so what the fuck does it matter?” countered Derek.

“Dave, we don’t want to hear this anymore than you want to say it,” said Hotch. “Can we please just get this over with?”

Rossi glanced at Spencer from across the room. “Nothing to say?” he asked, maybe hoping he would defend him, maybe needing him to confirm that they were all against him.

Everyone looked at him.

He shrugged. “I…” he’d opened his mouth without knowing what he wanted to say, “… don’t care.”

There was a drawn out pause as the others all tilted heads and raised eyebrows. He folded his arms across his chest and offered nothing else.

“Very helpful, thank you,” deadpanned Rossi.

They all turned back to their bickering, ignoring him.

He tuned it out.

They had made it through War and Peace, Slaughterhouse 5, Gravity’s Rainbow, and The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy before finally getting onto The Canterbury Tales. The hungrier they all got, the less they talked. The less they moved.

They listened to Spencer recite stories for them for as long as he could until his voice broke or they all fell into a fitful, uncomfortable facsimile of sleep.

He didn’t mind. It was a nice little break from reality. Before he had narcotics, he had books. One certainly wasn't a replacement for the other, but it was an opportunity to be anywhere but in his own head, so he wasn't complaining.

As their bickering turned into a wordless blur of aggression in the background, he wondered if the empty feeling in his bones was hunger, or something else. He really meant what he said. He didn’t care. He didn’t care if Rossi every talked. He didn’t care if they ever ate again.

Since detox, his emotions had swung wildly between anger, grief, and anxiety, crushing sadness, and the constant burning need to scratch an impossible itch.

Slowly, all the rest of it had been slipping away until the only thing left was emptiness and the itch.

It was just as likely the malnutrition and inevitable vitamin D deficiency as anything else.

He wasn't the only one who was being a little stranger than usual. JJ had half an eyebrow almost missing from where she kept pulling at it, and scabs on her knees where she was picking at her skin.

Derek had been crying in his sleep. Not crying instead of sleeping, but literally crying while in REM sleep. A constant stream of silent tears. Spencer had never seen him cry like that, ever. They all silently agreed not to tell him he was doing it.

Spencer was broken from his reverie by a loud and exasperated “Alright! Just shut the fuck up! I’ll talk,” from Rossi. “I still think this is a stupid fucking idea. If we wait, she’ll at least give us another note with something more specific-” he held up a hand to stop the others from interrupting, “If you want me to freely give her information she may not already have so that she can use it against us, then so be it.”

“I just want to eat, Dave,” said JJ sadly. “Derek's not the only one who wants to stay alive to see their kids again.”

His eyes softened. “I know.” He looked at the group. “Okay, gather round kids, time for ol’ Dave to self-flagellate in the town square.”

Rossi sat on the floor, not too far from Spencer. The others all formed something of a circle, arranging themselves in such a way as to include him, whether he wanted to be or not.

He sat down and crossed his legs, just like he used to do when his mom would read to him as a kid.

Rossi sighed. “Fine, alright. If I had to guess, which I do, then I would say our Unsub is most likely referencing some financial issues,” he said cagily. They all stared at him, waiting for him to continue. He sighed again. “Keep in mind, my wife had just died. As you are all aware- well, most of you,” he said with a glance at Hotch, “I was not in a particularly good headspace.”

“To put it mildly,” said Emily.

“Exactly. So, I may have been a little irresponsible when looking for emotional outlets. Now, I enjoy a bit of poker-”

Hotch scoffed. “How much money did you lose, Dave?"

“Who’s telling the story here?” sniped Rossi. “Anyway, it’s not like that. I’m still rich,” he said dismissively. “Unfortunately, the people who are trying to extort me know that I have money to spare and it’s proving to be a motivating factor.”

“What?” shouted Emily, as Hotch put his face in his hands exhaustedly and Derek and JJ boggled.

“Calm down,” said Rossi. “It is not that big a deal. I was- and again I want to point out that I had just lost Krystall- a bit careless. I got involved in an underground poker game that a friend of a friend put me onto and,” he cleared his throat awkwardly, “one particularly tense night, one of them wanted to up the ante. I’d had a few drinks and was feeling particularly depressed and sorry for myself. And I will remind you, this all happened before the Voit case. I am, well, was, in a better place. Prior to being stuck in this bunker, obviously.”

“Oh my god, Rossi, what did you do?” asked JJ, cutting off the rant, bracing herself for the response.

“I’m getting there. Just… Emily, promise me you won’t freak out.”

Emily blanched. “You saying that to me, specifically, is making me feel like I’m definitely going to freak out.”

“Spit it out, Rossi,” said Derek.

“Somebody, not me, suggested... Russian Roulette.”

Rossi scrunched up his face to brace against the reactions before he even finished the sentence. When no reactions came, he cracked an eye open and looked around the room.

Spencer also looked at all of them, not quite able to understand what they were feeling, and not quite able to understand why he wasn’t feeling anything at all. He should be devastated, worried, furious.

Hotch laughed. It was bright, bubbling, and incongruous with the past version of the man that Spencer had known.

“Sorry,” Hotch said, stifling it.

Emily laughed too, which started him up again.

Pretty soon all of them, including Rossi, were doubled over. Red faces, tears streaming from their eyes. It was almost enough to soften the gaunt angles of all of their faces. To make them look fully alive again.

Spencer forced out a laugh.

Emily recovered herself just enough to wheeze out the words; “What are you? A grizzled detective from a Raymond Chandler novel? How is this your life?” before losing composure again completely.

Eventually, with a few fits and starts, the laughter died down.

He'd never seen Hotch laugh like that. Was that because he had changed somehow in his absence, or was that just what starving a bunker does to a person?

“Okay,” panted Derek. “Okay, okay. So how does blackmail factor into this?”

Rossi wiped the tears of laughter from under his eyes. “Oh, turns out some piece of shit knew who I was and was secretly recording the whole thing. It came to my turn, and I couldn’t do it. I came to my senses and just left my money on the table and got the fuck out of there. But the footage doesn’t look good. Enough for a media scandal to make the Bureau shaft me off into forced retirement. Never mind scaring the shit out of my daughter. I didn’t need the drama.”

“The drama…” said a bewildered JJ. “Yeah, that’s the biggest worry here.”

Rossi raised his hands defensively. “I know, alright? Like I said, this was before Voit and before grief counseling and the rest of it. I’m aware that I was not coping very well at the time.” He paused for a moment. “Unlike now, of course, where my life is going great.”

JJ rolled her eyes.

“So, what did you do about the blackmail?”

“Hired an intermediary to deal with it. Someone discreet who knows how to negotiate with people such as that,” he said nonchalantly.

Spencer got the impression that he didn’t intend to elaborate any further.

They all stared at Rossi for a while.

“If that is not the story the Unsub was trying to pry out of you, I am fascinated to know what the fuck else it could be,” said Derek.

“Just wait until it’s your turn,” said Rossi.

“Me? Man, I have nothing to hide. Whatever secrets I had you all learned a long time ago,” said Derek confidently. “This bitch can bring it on.”

“Hopefully we’re all out of here before it becomes an issue,” said Hotch, not so confidently.

“So we’ve got you shooting up heroin,” said Derek, pointing at Spencer, who would usually be irritated or ashamed at the comment, but instead could barely muster a shrug. Derek continued, “and we’ve got you putting guns to your head,” pointing at Rossi, who very carefully didn’t react, “and you interfering with coroner's reports,” pointing at Emily, “and not one of you thinking to just talk to your damn friends when you need help.” A beat. “What the fuck is wrong with you all?”

“Don’t lump me in with them,” said Rossi. “I discussed it at length with my grief councilor. I don’t have to tell you people everything.”

Emily and Spencer exchanged looks.

“Oh great, we’re the problem children,” deadpanned Emily.

He cracked a small smile, almost able to summon a genuine flicker of warmth for his friend.

“Me more so than you, I think,” he said.

“You’ve got that right,” said Derek dryly, but with a small smirk so that Spencer knew he was teasing. “But hey, look where all my good behavior got me. Stuck down here with the rest of you dysfunctional weirdos. Except you JJ,” he added.

She batted her eyes in mock innocence. Hotch raised an eyebrow at being apparently lumped in with the dysfunctional weirdos but offered no argument.

“So, do you think that was it?” asked JJ. “Food is on the way?”

Nobody wanted to be the one to answer, so Spencer did. “I’m sure it is.” He wasn’t sure. She knew it. They all knew it.

They all nodded in agreement.

“Are you feeling up to playing narrator again?” asked Emily.

He let out a breath in relief. That, he could do. He couldn’t think of anything he would rather do more, in fact, than go and live in someone else’s world for a while.

He nodded.

“No more Canterbury Tales, please,” said Rossi. “Something a bit more contemporary.”

“I know just the thing,” said Spencer.

They all found their spots where they could lay on the floor and listen. He closed his eyes, seeing the words of the book as clearly as he had when he read it. He took a breath, then spoke the first line of The Hobbit. They could all use a bit of fantasy, he figured.

[a-hazbin-reader]

So… I heard ye looks at ocs, eh? Well… COOL

Meet: Vixie (based off the female fox from fox and hound)

^Human version of her ^

^sinner her^

Vixie vanshier (van-shy-er) was born in September 22 1900 <little fact I give all my ocs the same birthday as me so I can remeber> her family owned a plot of land in Oregon containing forms of animals. Her father James vanshier, was the owner of this land. One day mountain lions killed off a huge majority of there livestock, so since his wife marry vanshire was bed ridden with illness he taught vix how to shoot. She was well with a shot gun being a small female and only 9 but they could not keep up with the mountain lions so her father’s last resort was to move to Louisiana and become a railroader.

Vixie soon attended school and was a smart kid, her acidemic score impressed a lot of people, but there is one thing she could not get right… sewing class. One day she sat on the playground trying to mend a pice of fabric together. Even though she was a good shot she could not for the life of her get her hands to straighten out. She looked up to see a boy snickering at her and this boy was Alastor, his mom taught him a trick for mending things. (I imagine he had too a lot because he seems like the kid to go outside and climb trees and shit.) they’ve been friends ever since!

In her early 20s she became a singer/songwriter for a pub, tips sucked and her boss payed her Jack shit so she quit. She worked hard, she wrote sonnets, poets, and even her own songs. That’s when she met mimzy. Mimzy offers her a deal of a lifetime to sing her songs and be on stage. Vixie said yes exited for her new life. Alastor and her are still together and when she tells him this he just rolls his eyes. Anyways after a couple more months together they got straight into marriage no dateing none of that… CRAZY RIGHT!

Nie time for the Angsty bit.

One day she came home to find Alastor coverd in blood knife in hand, she loved too much for her soul, she loved Alastor. So she kissed him on the cheek saying “all will be ok” and went to bed with her husband. Now you might be wondering “how and why is she in hell.” Well you see mimzy would not let her quit, 1 aka him was banned so any forms of good tips where gone and 2 mimzy essentially gone bankrupt so paying her was out of the question. Vixie did want to quit but mimzy manipulated her saying “I got you up on your feet.” Or “your the reason why we gone bad!” But ofc vixie loves to deep and stayed. Until she came home crying and exhausted. Alastor was furious so he said “we will take care of this.” The we is what freaked her. Anyways mimzy died to her hands and not his.

When Alastor died that’s when all hell broke lose, she did not want her husband, her poet, her LIFE be viewed as bad. So she continued to kill in her husbands name. She killed the wrong person. She killed a cult member who hunted and killed widowed woman. Naturally she was kidnapped and dragged out of her home only to be caged and smelt by hounds. She once thought they spared her until a horn blew. Dogs smelled her scent as men on horses and shot gun fallowed and chased her. She got caught in a snare and could not get out for her adrenaline was rushing, so she could not think. That’s when she met the eyes of a man, that man was the son of whom she killed. She looked at the sky to only be then shot in the throat.

Ending up in hell she instantly gained popularity with her music. Essentially became a music overloard. She had more influence than Alastor and vox just due to how diverse music was. Oh and don’t use anything of her without her permission or consequences. anyways it took over half a decade to realize the radio demon is her Alastor. And when the Vs came along that’s when her power/infuence really grew. She kept up with modern times so she could keep being this overloard and respected her husbands wishes at the same time.

Anyways that all I got atm hun, I changed her a lot since the pilot and still need to write her story.

Omg she's so spunky and twisted! They're a fucked up couple who stand by each other 😤 I love her sinner form so much?? Just GORGEOUS

[tofueggnoodles]

Extreme Bath Log Disk 2 – Track 2: Youthful Aspirations

Click here to listen to the track on youtube.

Click here for translations of previous tracks.

Summary: Goku and Saito talked about their dreams and aspirations. Goku wished to travel to various places. Tokito did not say much about his own ambition, only providing the reasons why he would not join Goku on his travels. As for Saito, there was nothing he wanted to do more than take over the family business and ensure its continuing prosperity.

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(Sounds of the Westminster Chimes and a door sliding open.)

Tokito: Goku! Shall we drop by the game arcade today?

Goku: Sure!

Boy 1: Then, see you later, Goku.

Boy 2: Just give it some thought, okay?

Goku: I will. See you!

(He and Tokito walk away amidst distant shouts, probably from other students at the training ground.)

Goku: Would it be fine if we stop by KFC after the game arcade? For some reason, I’m feeling extremely hungry today.

Tokito: You’re always hungry! Those guys just now – are they from the soccer club?

Goku: Yeah. They told me that one of the regulars is injured and can’t make it to next week’s match.

Tokito: Weren’t you asked to fill in by the track team too the other day?

Goku: Stuff like inter-school club matches are usually held on weekends, right? It’s tough for me to join those, since I have to help at the bathhouse during weekends.

Tokito: Is that why you’re not a member of any sports club despite being incredibly athletic?

Goku: Uhh... well, there’s that, more or less, but club activities are just not my cup of tea.

Tokito: Huh?

Goku: I really like being physically active and I kinda enjoy doing sports. Still, whatever sort of games I play, I somehow get the feeling, ‘this is not it.’

Tokito: Ah, now that you mention it, you sure don’t give the impression of being hooked on any kind of sports in particular.

Goku: I’m not smart, so I’m not good at keeping track of the scores and rules in a sports game. Even in martial arts, there are surprisingly tons of rules, right?

Tokito: Well, if there are no rules, you can’t call it sports.

Goku: Rather than liking sports, I just want to freely move my body as much as possible. That’s why I feel bad for those who practice sports seriously.

Tokito: If that’s the case, it’s sure tough [to identify what’s the best pastime for you]. Are there any physical activities with no rules? Dancing, maybe?

Goku: Somehow... how should I put it....

Tokito: What is it?

Goku: I want to go on a journey!

Tokito: Once in a while, you say the most unexpected thing.

Goku: Eh? Do I?

Tokito: Where do you want to travel to? Somewhere overseas?

Goku: No, it’s not like I have a specific destination in mind.

Tokito: So it’s something like backpacking?

Goku: Mmm, I guess I can imagine myself doing that sort of thing.

Tokito: You’re really carefree.

Goku: How should I say it.... Let me put it this way: I only live once, so I want to try traveling from place to place and to experience all sorts of things.

Tokito: Ah, that’s how it is.

Goku: Oh, but it’s not like I want to go on a journey of self-discovery or something like that. I’m not dissatisfied with my life as it is now and I’m very happy being together with my family. Perhaps, it’s precisely because I have a place to go home to that I feel like I can leave on a journey anytime with peace of mind.

Tokito: As expected, that’s a mindset you inherited from your dad, isn’t it?

Goku: I wonder if that’s the case.... Now that you mention it, I heard that grandpa did stuff such as go on pilgrimages and travel across Japan on a motorcycle in his youth. Maybe you’re right – it runs in the family.

Tokito: Is your grandfather Oizumi Yo? [An actor – the only hits I got searching for his name and the word motorcycle are some articles about a road accident he was in....] But, I do see the point. Traveling is nice, right?

Goku: Would you come along too?

Tokito: I can’t survive in an environment without internet connection and Amazon home delivery service, so I'll pass. In the first place, I can’t leave Kubo-chan behind.

Goku: That’s right. Anyway, if I’m to go overseas, I first have to be able to speak English to some extent, right? According to dad, it’s dangerous to travel abroad ** without being familiar with stuff such as the history or the current state of affairs [of the destination country].

Tokito: If you do your best, you’ll manage somehow. You’re smarter than you think, you know.

Goku: Also, I rather fancy being in wide-open space where there’s no people, like a prairie or a desert. I’d love to have a ride on a jeep, which happens to be dad’s favorite vehicle, across such a place.

Tokito (laughs): Your talk smacks of teen pretensions, but I get it. It sounds like an epic adventure, huh.

Goku: Eh? Hey, the guy walking in front of us–

Tokito: Why, it’s Mikawaya!

Goku: Oi, Saburo!

Saito (turns around and sighs in exasperation): I’m neither Mikawaya nor Sabu-chan! It’s Saito! Jeez, how many times must I tell you that before you finally remember?

Tokito: Oh, right! You’re in the same high school as us.

Saito: The classrooms for second-year and third-year students are located in different parts of the school, so we don’t run across each other that often at school.

Goku: Since we only see you during your delivery runs around the shopping district, the sight of you in the school uniform is kinda refreshing.

Saito: Eh? (giggles) Is that so?

Tokito: You’re in your third year, so you must be busy preparing for the university entrance exam.

Saito: Ah, that. No, I don’t have to worry about getting into a university, because I have no other plans for the future aside from taking over the family business.

Goku: Just as I thought.

Saito: I do know that university graduates are equipped with marketable skills. But, our shop’s perpetually short-handed. Moreover, in my case, there’s no point in eating ourselves out of house and home in order to fork out the fees for university. My goal is to discover ways to ensure that Saito Liquor Store continues to be a well-loved shop in this region. Or so I think....

Tokito: He’s quite realistic, isn’t he?

Goku: Yeah, he is.

Saito: Eh?

Tokito: You give the impression of being a man of the world.

Goku: Yeah, you sure do.

Saito: Hold on! What are you on about? Please don’t butter me up all of a sudden – it’s embarrassing!

Tokito: If you’re gonna be bashful about something, then don’t tell us about it!

Goku: We even took the trouble to praise you.

Saito: Ah, would you two please not pull the ladder out from under me right after putting me at the top of it?

Tokito: There’s one thing I’ve been curious about for a long time: Why do you use honorifics with us despite being our senior, Saito?

Goku: That’s right! Furthermore, you don’t seem to mind the two of us using casual speech when talking to you.

Saito: Well.... of course there’s the fact that your families are valued regular customers of our shop. But also–

Goku: But also?

Saito: For some reason or another, it doesn’t feel as if you two are younger than I’m.

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(Round brackets): actions and sound effects. [Square brackets]: translator’s notes or clarifications. Double asterisks **: Stuff I am not sure of. Suggestions for improvements and corrections are more than welcome.

[fearofmusic1979]

at least 3 or 5 people close to me have said that I need to "take a break from gaza" because of how emotional it makes me

what I don't understand is the idea that a strong emotional response is less useful or productive than some kind of, I don't know, logic-based takedown. emotion, and specifically empathy, are not a distraction. I think they're the most useful way to understand. we are in a void of empathy right now. how can you see these videos and not cry. how how how how. how can you see it and not be haunted. how can you not feel, that's me, we're the same, the "human animals" not deserving of life are me. the way israeli soldiers can slaughter people and not bat an eye israeli officials can send them to do this and the US can bankroll this is because they just do not have this understanding. I'm not even just talking about the limbs blown off, or the destroyed hospitals, government buildings, and universities, or the children under rubble, or the starvation, or the targeting of journalists, or the torture, the cruelty towards those with disabilities, the little girl saying I wish I'd died with my mother, you know, those things that REALLY haunt you, that really make your blood boil, but it's the olive trees, the video of bisan encountering a cat in the rubble, the little details, the old woman and her birds, the looting of jewelry from corpses, the mocking death chants, the destruction of homes, kitchens, bakeries, the poisoning of the sea, the sullying of green, fertile land. the abusive language. the laughter. the footage of gaza before. I'm thinking of what it would be like for your home to be destroyed. like the physical house. just as 1 thing. how much that alone would devastate me. how devastating it would be to lose even 1 friend or family member. I'm thinking of the palestinian girl I know on twitter who says every day, I don't know how I'm supposed to talk about other things anymore.

anger is one thing but the ability to feel fear and sadness is so important I can't articulate it to you. the way americans can see the horror and stick to their pathetic justifications is because this ability is just as completely, pathetically underdeveloped in us as any soldier of the IOF. we do not know how to be humans anymore.

because of my distress, many have been encouraging me to adopt a "balanced" relationship to what they call "the news," where you choose how much or what you want to see. I hate that we have to know about each other's suffering and it's just "the news." I understand that this attitude is preferable for one's mental health, but I can't get rid of this feeling that when we say mental health in this situation, we really just mean peace of mind. well the thing is this is not about me. or probably most of you. following the journalists is probably what has made the most difference. every day I wake up and see the reports of individuals who possess bravery I cannot imagine fighting for their lives to show us the truth about what's happening, a truth that the largest powers in the world rely on you not knowing. the most crucial thing right now is not falling victim to the propaganda. not being led astray by the cesspool of talking points with these slimy little tricks they use to try and keep your heart hard and distant. well, that power doesn't work when you know how to look at a human and know that's you. you can't just read about it, you have to watch and understand. you have to hear human voices.

. I am an American -- a white westerner -- and unfortunately, that means our voices are usually heard much louder than those of others. it is imperative right now not to deprive our fellow humans of the power our voices -- AND OUR EMOTIONS -- have.

this is one of the situations where changing the narrative really matters. well my fucking narrative comes from empathy. I am just that way. you can start with an ideological position or you can start with a relationship to what's happening in another person's heart. a narrative starting with ideology and logic, from either side, leads to a situation where Palestinians can be stripped of humanity and we can be ok with it. a large percentage of people are capable of watching a video of pure, actual human suffering and feeling nothing. sorry that that's not me.

we're witnessing one of the most horrible crimes against humanity that's going to happen in our lifetimes. in a situation THIS awful, how is a burning hole in your heart a less reasonable response than the alternative? how is it not useful? how is the tactic of sharing pain of the people they want you to believe are human animals not one of the most useful tools we could have right now? how different would the world look if we understood that your humanity is not contained to your own body?

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leoverse

a bunch of funnies I came up with for my none-existent leonardos live together AU. mostly it's just 12&rise being best friends and menaces.

Mirage - Prime (aka the tired grandpa), 87 - Lee (aka the funky uncle), 03 - Leonardo (aka the dad), 12 - Leo (aka child#0), 18 - Leon (aka child#1)

Leonardo: Violence is not the answer.

Leo: Preach it brother.

Lee: *just claps his hands*

Leon: Question: Is violence the answer once there are no family members present at the scene?

Leonardo: Absolutely.

Leo: Go apeshit.

Lee: *feral screeches*

Leon: And they say I'm not in-tune with my counterparts, those idiots.

*

Prime: I am not favoring anyone.

Leo: Hypothetically speaking, if all Leos were in danger and you could save only one, who would it be?

Prime: Lee.

Leon: See, the right answer is "I'm not letting anything happen to any of you".

Prime:

Prime: That's why Lee's my favorite.

*

Leon: Hey Little Blue?

Leo: Hey yourself. Need anything?

Leon: So, um, if... if I said there might possibly be a tyrannical overlord on my ass I need help with, what would you say...?

Leo: lmao.

Leon: MY MAN.

Leo: It's okay, I'll help you.

Leon: Phew.

Leo: But once we've dealt with this I'm so telling Leonardo on you.

Leon: YOU SHORTASS MOTHERFUCKER.

*

Leo: You realize that this plan is beyond stupid, right?

Leon: Totally.

Leo: Okay, I just wanted to make sure, let's do this.

*

Leonardo: Do you have any information on the warehouse that used to be a hideout for the purple dragons? You know, the one that exploded.

Leon: Nope.

Leo: Haven't heard a thing.

Leonardo: *disappointed dad stare*

Leon: OKAY, BUT THEY DESERVED IT!

Leonardo: Leo! You were supposed to keep Leon out of trouble.

Leo: Would it help if I said it was my idea?

Leonardo: Actually, no, it wouldn't.

Leon: Yeah, we figured.

*

Leonardo: Have you seen the children?

Lee: Been a minute since, why?

Leonardo: You know why.

Lee: Yeah I do...

*

Leon: I'm Leo's favorite.

Leo: No you're not?

Leon: Then who's your favorite?

Leo: ...okay, it is you, but I don't like this being acknowledged.

*

Leonardo: I didn't think it'll be so tough having children.

Lee: Do... do you need help...?

Leonardo: Yes, please.

*

Leon: When we first met I didn't think you could be just as much of a menace as I am.

Leo: ...surprise?

Leon: A very nice one, that's for sure.

*

Prime: I have a wonderful extended family of Leos.

Prime: But if some of them disappear I won't complain.

Leon: You know, you don't have to look directly at me when you say that.

*

Leon: On a scale of 1 to 10, how much of a tsundere Prime is?

Prime: Why are you the way that you are?

Leo: He seems like a solid seven to me.

*

Leon: It was always a whiplash when Leo and I had just the two of us missions. He'd suddenly be like, thirty years older.

Leon: I get it, because he was suddenly expected to lead us, and the leader shtick is like, very traumatizing for him.

Leon: So we stopped do leaders when we're on a mission together.

Leon: Best decision of our lives.

Leon: Never expect Leo to lead, and boom, he's like the best person alive.

*

Leon: I am going to commit a crime.

Lee: Okay...?

Prime: I think we were supposed to say he can't do that.

Lee: Oh... Welp.

*

Leon: Can you carjack?

Leo: What kind of question is that?!

Leon:

Leo: Yeah, I can.

*

Leonardo: Do I want to ask you how you learned to pilot a spaceship?

Leo: I don't think you do.

Leonardo: Of course.

*

Lee: Are you okay?

Leonardo, on his eleventh cup of coffee: I think so.

Prime: You hate coffee.

Leonardo: Oh.

*

Leo: What kind of stupid, idiotic idea is this?!

Leon: Well, uh, you see...

Leo: Obviously, we need to *proposes an even stupider, outlandish idea*.

Leon:

Leon: Bro... you and I, we'll go places.

*

Leonardo: I cannot leave you for two minutes!

Leo: To our credits, it's been three.

Leo: I counted. You owe me five bucks.

Leon: Damn it.

*

Leonardo: The only thing keeping me sane is the fact that Michelangelo has it worse.

Prime: I cannot even imagine how it's with them.

Lee: I can!

Lee: It's not pretty. But fun, probably!

*

Leon, on the phone: So you think Leo and I would pull some stupid, dangerous and possibly self-sacrificial stunt?!

Lee: Yes.

Leon, on the phone: And you're right, can you get here like, ASAP? I think I'm dying and Leo's out cold.

*

Leo: Today, we mourn.

Leo: He was too young to go...

Leon: I still can escape Leonardo's lecture, you know.

Leo:

Leo: He will be missed forever.

*

Leo, in Japanese: Bastard.

Leon, in Spanish: Bitch.

Leonardo: Why can't we have just one normal dinner?

*

Leonardo: You are grounded.

Leo: You can't ground us!

Leonardo: Too bad I did.

Leon: That's not fair! I mean, we just fought the entirety of New York's criminal world and made them into our enemies!

Leonardo:

Leon:

Leo: It sounds worse when you say it out loud.

Leon: Yeah...

*

Leon: It's time for our weekly debate over Space Heroes vs Jupiter Jim.

Leo: Oh, is it? I completely forgot!

Prime: I wish you really did.

[marvelsmostwanted]

Hey American voters! 🇺🇸

Guess what?!!

🚨 It’s time to start worrying about the 2022 and 2024 elections. 🚨

(Yeah. We really gotta do this. It's... not looking great.)

Long story short:

Republicans have been working hard since the 2020 election to enact voter suppression laws, overturn election results, and set themselves up to steal the 2024 presidential election if necessary.

You’ve probably heard about the Georgia voter suppression law. But did you know that “Stop the Steal” conspiracy theorist Republicans are running to be election officials like Secretary of State in several swing states, setting themselves up to overturn future elections? They are dismantling democracy before our eyes.

So what’s the worst case scenario?

...Well, let’s start with the realistic scenario.

Republicans are likely to take back the House in 2022. They are possibly capable of doing it through gerrymandering alone. Is it possible for Democrats to keep the House? Yes, but it will take a huge effort.

Republicans could also win back the Senate since it's currently 50-50 and Democrats only have a narrow majority because we won the presidency.

Even if Republicans only win back the House, the Biden administration would legislatively accomplish very little from 2022-2024. Republicans would have the power to impeach Biden for no reason and cause another constitutional crisis, enable gerrymandering and voter suppression laws, and block any Democratic priorities from becoming law (gun control, climate change, and healthcare are just a few things that would be off the table entirely).

Then comes 2024.

Donald Trump is the most likely Republican candidate to run and win in 2024. In a recent poll (May 2021), 66% of Republicans indicated that they would vote for Trump again.

Yes, Trump can run even if he’s indicted on criminal charges. He can run even if he’s in prison!

Remember, although Biden won by 7 million votes, it was really a difference of about 44,000 votes in three swing states that prevented Trump from winning the Electoral College and becoming president again. That is a frighteningly small margin.

Even if the candidate isn’t Trump, this is still going to be a close election. 85% of Republicans say they would vote for a Trump-aligned candidate (same poll as above).

If Republicans win back or maintain control of Congress in 2024, this could set up an even more dangerous scenario:

The House has the power to choose the president if Congress does not award 270 electoral votes to either candidate.

How could that happen? Well, those "Stop the Steal" Republican election officials in swing states could refuse to certify the election, claiming fraud, and a close election could end up with neither candidate getting enough electoral votes. House Republicans could literally choose the next president without any input from voters and effectively end American democracy as we know it.

Because you know that Republicans will never let go of that power once they have it.

This is not far-fetched.

This is a realistic, highly likely scenario that will happen if we don’t do something to prevent it. Journalists and election experts are trying to sound the alarm, and we should listen:

New York Times - How Republicans Could Steal the 2024 Election

Washington Post - American democracy is in even worse shape than you think

Pod Save America - Stop the 2024 Steal (Discussion at 29:00)

LA Times - Trump’s allies are prepping to steal 2024 election

The only way to prevent this from becoming reality is to fight like hell against it. And I know we just did that in 2018 and 2020. But this fight isn't over until we restore and protect our democracy.

This isn’t about how much you like Biden & Harris, or even if you’re a Democrat in general. It’s about saving democracy in America.

What can we do about it?

Unfortunately, it’s going to be an uphill battle. But if we all engage in this fight, then we can make a difference.

TLDR, we need to raise awareness about the threat to democracy, encourage Democrats to end the filibuster and pass H.R.1 immediately, and organize, organize, organize to get voters back out there in 2022 and 2024.

Specific ways to help & additional resources below the cut.

How to help:

National Level:

*High priority: Call your Democratic Senator(s) right now and tell them to pass H.R.1, the For the People Act, with urgency.

*High priority: Call your Democratic Senator(s) right now and tell them that you are strongly in favor of ending the filibuster (Especially if your Senator is Manchin or Sinema.)

Call your Democratic Senator(s) and tell them to vote for the John Lewis Voting Rights Act.

Call your Republican Senator(s) and tell them you are in favor of all of the above, especially if you live in a swing state.

State Level:

*High priority: Find out who is running for state legislature and other positions that have control over elections, such as Secretary of State. Donate or volunteer for their campaigns. Spread the word amongst your family and friends and make sure they know who to vote for and the date of the election.

If no one is running against the Republican, consider running! I’m not joking. Or if you know someone who is qualified and/or interested in running, encourage them to do so.

Local Level:

*High priority: Same as on the state level: Find out who is running and support the person who is supporting democracy. Local election officials can have a huge impact, especially in swing states and counties. Spread the word about this candidate, the election date, registering to vote, where to vote, etc.

Again, if no one is running, consider running! Incumbents often stay in power because they are unchallenged. And a local position is a great way to get involved in politics and help your community.

Additional ways to help:

Make sure you are registered to vote.

Check in with 3 friends/family members and help them register to vote if they are not already.

Send reminders to friends/family to vote on Election Day - not just in November, but for special elections, local elections, etc.

Volunteer with a group specifically working to help progressives win elections: SwingLeft, EMILY’s List, etc.

Donate to the candidates you support early and often! One of the reasons Democratic House candidates struggled in 2020 was that a lot of money came in at the last minute. Donating early and/or on a monthly basis ensures that they have the funds to run a long, successful campaign.

More Info & Resources:

Read: Washington Post - American democracy is in even worse shape than you think

Excerpt/TLDR: "The radicalization of the Republican Party has outpaced what even most critical observers imagined,” Georgetown University historian Thomas Zimmer told me. “We need to grapple with what that should mean for our expectations going forward and start thinking about real worst-case scenarios." - Perry Bacon Jr.

Read: New York Times - How Republicans Could Steal the 2024 Election

“It occurred to me,” [Erica Newland, counsel for Protect Democracy] told her colleagues then, “as I dug into the rules and watched what happened, that if the current Republican Party controls both Houses of Congress on Jan. 6, 2025, there’s no way if a Democrat is legitimately elected they will get certified as the president-elect.”

Listen: Pod Save America - Stop the 2024 Steal (29:00-36:27 covers the bulk of it, and they go on for about another 10 minutes after that)

Excerpt: "If you just watch what's happening... it is a very clear indication of a minority party that knows it has no path to majority status rigging elections at every level to set the stage for minority rule in this country. (...) People are not alarmed enough about [this]. The great asymmetry in American politics is that Republicans view power as an end in itself, and Democrats view power as a means to an end. Republicans are using the power they have to put in place laws that allow them to hold onto political power. (...) We need to raise the alarm. There are disturbing signs of complacency in our party." - Dan Pfeiffer

Register or check voter registration: Vote.org

Support H.R.1: VoteSaveAmerica.com/ForThePeople

[theowritesstuff]

Relax

Eddie Munson x gn!reader

SPOILERS FOR STRANGER THINGS 4 VOL 1

Summary: You stay with Eddie in the boathouse while the others look for a way to stop Vecna.

Warnings: mentions of weapons, mentions of alcohol

A/N: I know I said I wasn’t going to write for Eddie, we’ll see how this goes 🤷🏻

General Taglist: @nptnewr @violetrainbow412-blog

You hadn’t really known Eddie too well before Vecna. You’d heard of the Hellfire Club through Steve because of Dustin, and being Robin’s friend meant you occasionally crossed paths due to her insistence that you attend any and all school functions the band had to perform in.

You had stopped by Family Video to hang out with your two best friends when Max and Dustin came running in. As soon as they jumped the counter and took over the computer you knew something was wrong.

You’d hoped that after Starcourt Mall, all of the aliens-from-another-dimension business was finished with. You were disappointed to find out you were wrong.

Apparently there was something killing teenagers, and Eddie Munson was a person of interest. You’d read what people were saying about Dungeons and Dragons being a cultist phenomenon, and you’d heard about how Eddie mocked the basketball team at school, but you couldn’t imagine him killing a cheerleader.

You helped call some of the other members of Hellfire Club to see if anyone had any idea where Eddie might be, but no one knew. He was definitely hiding, you all just needed to find him before the cops do.

You all found him at Reefer Rick’s house, well, Reefer Rick’s boathouse. He calmed down a bit, pulling the broken beer bottle that was grasped in his hand away from Steve’s neck, after learning he could trust all of you.

The group had more investigating to do, and having Eddie walking around was going to attract unwanted attention.

“Wait, wait, wait! I’m just supposed to sit here?” He asked as you all stood by the door.

Glances and shrugs were shared amongst the group. There was really nothing else he could do.

You sighed and stepped away from the other four. “I’ll stay with him.”

Steve’s eyebrows furrowed. “You sure?”

“Yeah, I’m not the one people are looking for. Besides, the four of you should be able to look for clues without me.” You shrugged. “Just stay together. And stay safe.” You gave Dustin and Max a pointed look.

“Okay bossy pants.” Dustin grumbled.

They all headed back out to Steve’s car piling in. You watched from the doorway as the car drove away. You turned back to Eddie, who still seemed to be keeping his distance.

“So what? You’re supposed to protect me?” He asked.

“If the anyone shows up looking for you, I’ll tell them you aren’t here, send the looking somewhere else.”

“And if anything else shows up?” His voice is quiet now, he’s still not convinced what he saw actually happened, and he’s afraid he’s losing his mind.

“If anything else shows up, I’ll fight it. I mean, I fought a monster with an ice cream scoop. A knife can’t be much harder.”

You walked back to the house searching for things that might be useful. You found some blankets, some water, and a bag of chips. There wasn’t much food in the house, so you made a mental note to radio Dustin asking for a supply run.

You brought everything back to the boathouse, tossing the chips and a bottle of water to Eddie. You put the blankets in the corner furthest from the door.

Eddie tore the bag open, and scooped handfuls of chips in his mouth. He sat on a table that was propped against the wall, his leg slightly twitching. It looked like he was staring off into space, his eyes were pointed at the floor, but were unfocused.

“Hey.” You called out to him. “Did you get any sleep last night?”

Eddie’s head snapped up in your direction. He shook it, his eyes glanced down at the pile of blankets.

You nodded your head at them. “Rest. I’ll make sure no one comes in.”

Eddie gets up, and walks over to the blankets. He turns back to you before he sits down.

“Uh, thanks for uh, staying.” He gave you a small smile.

He sat down and covered himself in blankets, leaning against the wall and closing his eyes.

Eddie slept for a couple of hours, most of which you spent twirling the butcher’s knife you’d found in Rick’s kitchen in your hand.

Fighting the mind flayer was hard, obviously. It was just as big as Starcourt. As a group you were able to do it though. Now you needed to fight something that wasn’t there? That was going to be a whole new kind of difficult. What if it showed up and killed Eddie? Or you?

Your thoughts were interrupted by Eddie. “You should get some sleep too.” His voice was deep, and a little scratchy from having just woken up. He moved like he was going to get up, but sank back down into the blankets once he felt the cold night air.

“I’m fine.” You told him.

His response was him scooting over, and patting the now empty space beside him. “I can take watch for a while.”

You sat down next to him, and handed him the knife. “Think you can use this?”

“I have played several characters who have proficiencies in various weapons, daggers included.” He smirks.

You laugh, and pull the blankets up under your chin. “Good enough for me.”

It didn’t take you long to fall asleep, especially with the warmth provided by the blankets and Eddie sitting beside you.

When you woke up you were leaning against something firm, yet soft. Your eyes slowly fluttered open. Sunlight peeked under the door letting a small bit of light inside.

You pressed a hand against what you were leaning on, and sat up. You looked down to see your hand against Eddie’s chest. Eddie was asleep as well, with a hand holding the knife, and his other arm thrown over you, holding you against him.

“Eddie! Eddie wake up!” You gave him a push.

His eyes opened, then squinted. He moved his arm off of you. “What? What’s wrong?”

“You fell asleep and didn’t wake me up! No one was keeping watch!”

“Hey, you fell asleep on me! And I didn’t wanna wake you up, but I got tired and I kind of dozed off…” His words trailed off as he scratched the back of his neck.

You take a deep breath. “It’s okay, because you’re still here, and uninjured.”

Eddie nodded, then got up as well. You reached for the radio Dustin had left you. You pulled the antenna up, and pressed the button to speak into it.

“Hey, anyone there?” You waited for an answer.

“Y/n, it’s Dustin, everything okay?” You heard. You let out a sigh of relief.

“Dustin, hey, I was just gonna ask you to make a food run for us. Rick doesn’t really have anything here for us to eat.” You explain.

Eddie runs over to you, and presses the front of his body against the back of yours.

“Can you pick up a 6 pack too? I know it’s not the best idea, but it’ll calm the nerves.” He says.

“Copy that.” Dustin replied.

You turned to face Eddie and were met with his chest. He looked down at you with a smile. You hadn’t noticed it before, but in being this close to Eddie you could see he had really pretty eyes. You cleared your throat and stepped back.

“Hopefully they bring us enough food to last a little while.” You grabbed the knife off the floor and set it down on the desk.

“Yeah, I mean, they’ve found more clues right? Evidence to prove I’m not a murderer?” He says as if he’s trying to convince himself.

“Definitely. Those kids are like detectives with this stuff.” You told him in an attempt to reassure him.

“Sure.” He says turning away.

You let him out of the boathouse to search for food himself in Rick’s house. He comes back with a bowl of pasta that you’d seen and ignored because who knows how long it’s been there.

Eddie offered you the bowl and spoon, to which you thanked him but denied.

You spend a good portion of the rest of the day getting to know each other. He was actually really funny, and sweet. You could tell his dark front was pretty much just that, a front. He cared about things deeply, like his friends, his uncle, even Chrissy in the few moments they were together.

You tell him about your hobbies, and how you know Steve and Robin. He tells you about his band, and his D&D campaigns.

“And I created the big bad, Vecna, who casts spells on people… oh my god, I can’t believe this is happening.” He sighed. He started pacing back and forth. “Is this my fault? What if I really am the killer here?”

You stood up and walked over to him. “Eddie, Eddie, this isn’t your fault.”

He didn’t seem to hear you, that or he was ignoring you.

“Everyone’s out there looking for some monster from another dimension-”

“Eddie, relax.”

“And now the cops are hunting the freak.” He gestures to himself. “God this is awful. I can’t believe this is my life now. And I dragged you into this. If people find out you’re hiding a fugitive they’ll come after you too.” He keeps rambling.

You know there’s almost no way to stop him, almost. You cup his face in your hands and pull him down to kiss you. His words are cut off by your lips. His lips are a little chapped, but soft as he slowly returns the kiss.

You pull away, and look at him. His mouth is open like he’s trying to say something, but nothing is coming out. His brows are furrowed as his eyes travel back and forth between yours and your lips.

“Relax.” You say softly.

Eddie nods, then dives back down, reattaching his lips to yours. His hands grab at you pulling you closer to him. He tilts his head, deepening the kiss. You can feel his hair brush against your face, tickling your cheeks.

“Ew! Gross!” You hear from the doorway.

You instantly pull away from each other, and try to catch your breath.

Dustin, Max, Steve, and Robin stand in the doorway, shocked expressions on their faces.

“Um, we got your food. And beer.” Robin says.

“Thank you.” You rush forward to grab the bags from them.

“You’re supposed to be keeping an eye on him, not letting him stick his tongue down your throat!” Dustin exclaims.

You tried to think of a response that wouldn’t make this even more awkward, but Eddie beat you go it.

“It’s fine! Y/n was just helping me relax.” He smirked at the others, then gave you a wink.

[reminiscingtonight]

Sharing Is Caring (Pt. 1)

Scarlett Johansson x Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

[Main Masterlist]

Part Two

“Watch out for that one.”

Those were the first five words you were greeted with the second you stepped onto set. It was your first day shooting for the new Marvel movie, so you were understandably taken aback by those words.

When you had first heard of the Marvel project, you auditioned not expecting to get a call back. After all, it was Marvel and you were just a new actor coming onto the scene. However, you were woken up in the middle of the night a couple of weeks later, your agent excitedly telling you to hop onto the first plane to Los Angeles.

In your head you had painted an image of a relaxing shoot. Of making friends with all these A-listers that seemed to have their fingers wrapped around the entertainment industry. You knew better than to live in a fantasy, but you hadn’t heard one negative comment about any of the actors you would be working with, so it was easy to imagine a warm welcome from these people. The last thing you expected was to get a word of warning from one of them before your day even began.

You furrowed your brows, not really sure what to say until you saw the sparkle of laughter in Chris’s eyes. You followed his thumb as he pointed over his shoulder, head gesturing to the person in question.

Your mouth nearly fell open when you saw who it was.

“Scarlett has a knack for stealing people’s clothes. So we’ve made it a rule to warn every new member that joins our little Marvel family.”

Scarlett Johansson has always been an idol of yours. You grew up watching her projects, wishing nothing more than to be like her. Of course she had also been your first celebrity crush, but you were adamant to push away the love eyes in order to establish some sort of professional relationship with her.

You awkwardly chuckled, thanking Chris for the warning. “I’ll be sure to keep my clothes under lock and key.”

He snorted before leading you towards the table where Scarlett and the other cast members were gathering in front of.

Lizzie was the first to notice you, eyes lighting up when she saw you strolling over with Chris. You had met Lizzie at your audition, the producers wanting to see the chemistry you’d have with cast members. The two of you instantly clicked. If someone asked for an example of platonic soulmates, you were sure you’d found yours.

She greeted you with an overexcited hug that you found yourself enthusiastically returning. The comfortable air was quickly broken when a voice cut through the air.

“You gonna introduce us to your friend?”

Lizzie pulled away, ready to scold the culprit of the interruption, only to be beaten to it when he keeled over at the contact of Sebastian’s elbow to his gut. 

“Don’t be rude, Mackie. This is of course the one and only (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” You perked up, a bit surprised that the man knew your name. After all, you’ve only done a couple small indie films so far. “I’m Sebastian. I’m a huge fan of your work.”

“Suck up,” comes back the response from Anthony, and you have to try hard to stifle your laughter. You take the offered hand and give him your best smile.

The round of introductions was quick, many of the actors having done their own research on the new cast members joining the set. Your cheeks were burning pink by the end of it, each actor making sure to pay you a compliment for your previous roles.

When you got to Scarlett, you didn’t miss the way her eyes trailed you up and down. You flushed red at the attention but managed to stutter through a timid greeting to her. 

Scarlett merely let out a small bark of laughter in response. “No need to be afraid, hon. I don’t bite.” 

Then, leaning in as if she was telling you a secret, she whispered, “Unless you ask me to.”

You instantly choked on your spit, eyes widening in surprise. 

Your reaction earned the two of you a sigh from Chris, who leans in to put an arm around Scarlett’s shoulder. “Jeez, don’t break the kid, Scar. We still need them to film the movie.”

 Scarlett simply sends you a mischievous wink before letting the actor lead her away. You’re lost watching the two departing figures that you don’t notice Lizzie calling your name until a hand is dropped onto your arm. You jump, body only relaxing when you meet her green eyes sparkling with mirth. 

“You doing okay there?”

You barely mumbled out an affirmative before you’re being dragged away to start your costume fitting. 

You’re only able to sigh heavily. Something told you that today was going to be a long day.

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You were right.

By the time the day was over, you were barely staying up on your feet. You weren’t used to such big shoots, and you were looking forward to crashing in your hotel room. Swinging by your trailer, you quickly grabbed your bag before making your back to where the others were gathering to leave. 

Although they invited you out with them to celebrate the first day of shooting, you declined. “I’ve got a hot date with my bed.”

Chuckles followed you all the way to your car. Soon you’re pulling out of the set lot and into the parking lot of your hotel. Making sure to grab your things, you tiredly made your way up to your room. 

Your bed was a welcome sight, but you knew you had to take a shower before hitting the sack. Sighing, you quickly opened your bag, trying to speed up the process of unpacking so you could shower as quickly as you could. 

After a couple minutes of shuffling around your things, you frowned. You even went as far as to dump out all of the things in your duffle, but you still came up one piece of clothing short. 

Scratching your head, you took a seat on the bed, trying to think back to your day. You could’ve sworn you stuffed your hoodie into your bag before filming started. You briefly remembered telling the crew you had to drop by your trailer to do just that. 

But with how many hours you’ve been working it’d be no surprise if you had just made that up in your head. Thinking nothing of it, you quickly grabbed a fresh set of clothes to go shower. 

You’d find your hoodie when you got back to set tomorrow.

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You did not in fact find your hoodie the next day. 

Although you went through everything with a fine-tooth comb, you were unable to locate it. 

Huffing out a breath of annoyance, you made a mental plan to buy another one to make up for the one you lost. It had just been a simple black hoodie, but you’ve had it since your first audition, and the loss of such a piece of clothing irked you. 

Making sure to place your jacket into your duffle, you carefully shut your door before making your way to set. You had to make sure to take better track of your clothes, otherwise you’d never hear the end of it from your parents. 

After all, how hard could it be?

Turns out the answer was very hard. 

Because it happened, again and again. Next it was your college crewneck. Then it was your favorite sweater. And then it was your puffer. Although every loss made you want to scream, this last one was the last straw. A puffer was such a big and warm jacket. How in the world did you manage to lose it?

Before you knew it, your closet was running thin. The only conclusion you could come to was that someone was stealing your stuff. But who would do that? You could’ve sworn Marvel would have hired some of the best security guards. So how were people getting in to steal your things?

You made a note to bring it up to the directors when you got onto set the next day, but it seemed as if your worries were unneeded, because you found out exactly what was going on the next day you showed up to set. 

Usually you weren’t there so early. Most of your scenes didn’t take too long, so you usually didn’t need to come in early for them. But today you had to shoot a complex fight sequence so they had asked you to show up for the early morning film session. 

After dropping your bag off at your trailer, you made your way back to the set. And that’s when you froze. 

Because there it was. Draped around someone’s shoulder was the light black hoodie you lost on the very first day. 

You were about to lay it out on the person until you realized who it was. 

In an instant, Chris’s words crossed your mind and you wanted to groan.

At once, everything made sense. All of the frantic searching, all of the questions if you were losing your mind, it all led to her.

“That’s a pretty nice hoodie you have there.”

Scarlett turns, a little surprised to see you approaching, but she shrugged, a faint smirk quickly replacing her look of surprise. “It’s quite comfortable, I’ll admit.”

“Well, you see that’s what happens when people put a lot of work into wearing it into a comfortable state.”

There’s a sheepish smile on her face, and you both knew she was caught. But it seemed as if Scarlett wasn’t going to give up your things without a fight. 

She sidestepped to avoid your hand when you tried to pluck it off her shoulders. 

“Scarlett.”

“(Y/N),” she responded evenly.

You made another step towards her, which she easily dodged.

“Come on, I’m running out of warm clothes.”

She gave you a pout, but you shook your head. 

“Fine. You won’t give them back?” 

Scarlett instantly narrowed her eyes, hands tightening on the sleeves of her (your) hoodie. 

“Two can play this game.”

 She’s about to ask you what you meant, but a shout of your names has the two of you turning towards the make-up trailers where the artists were gesturing for the two of you.

Scarlett shot you one last look before making her way over there, hands continuing to hold on tight to your hoodie.

You smirked to yourself as you slowly trailed behind her.

Game on.

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 Your choice of clothing was the spotlight of everyone’s attention when you showed up the next day. Lizzie narrowed her eyes at you, head tilting in confusion as she ran a hand down the sleeve of your jacket.  

“Isn’t that--”

“Scarlett’s? Yes. Yes, it is,” you finished for her. 

 Turns out it was fairly easy to snag the piece of clothing. Although Scarlett snuck around to grab your clothes, she didn’t take as much care to put her things away. All you had to do was scoop up her jacket that was hanging against the back of her chair when she went out for a shoot. 

If Scarlett was going to steal your clothes, you were going to give her a taste of her own medicine. 

Her mouth dropped open in shock when she saw you approach the breakfast table the staff had set up for you guys. 

“That’s mine.”

“So is that,” you shoot back, gesturing at the jacket she was wearing without turning around to face her.  

Although everyone else watched on in confusion, Chris let out a bark of laughter, knowing exactly what was going on. The two of you simultaneously flip him off, now interlocked in a staring contest.

“Are you going to give me back my clothes?”

Scarlett narrowed her eyes at you before responding with one word. “Nope.”

“Fine. Have it your way.”

The rest of your week continued on the same. The two of you did your best to hide your clothes, but the other would still somehow sniff them out. The next day you would stroll up wearing the other’s things.

All the while, the rest of the cast watched on in amusement. While they all thought it was hilarious, most of them were just glad to not be the target of Scarlett’s clothes-thieving. 

You woke up today thinking that everything was going to be the exact same. You made sure to pull on one of Scarlett’s sweaters before making your way to set. You ignored the way her perfume lingering on the clothing made your heart beat heavily in your chest. 

You ran into Lizzie by your trailers and the two of you made it to where the cast was eating an early lunch together. 

The two of you were lost in a conversation when your feet suddenly came to a stop. Lizzie stuttered to a stop, turning around to follow your eyes. 

There it was, your last name in all caps splayed out on Scarlett’s back. 

Your mouth ran dry as you took the sight in. 

You knew it had been a mistake to pack your varsity jacket from high school into your suitcase when you had left for this shoot. It still fit perfectly, but you had been planning to just wear it in the comforts of your hotel room. How were you to know that it would end up being your last available jacket? And of course, Scarlett just had to snag it from you the other day when you wore it to set. 

You had been expecting her to steal it, but what you hadn’t expected was how well she would look good in it. 

Throwing her head over her shoulder, Scarlett made eye contact with you before smirking. Fully expecting some sort of comment from you, she’s taken aback when she’s met with a blush breaking out on your face. 

You nervously cleared your throat as you made your way over to her. “You, uh, you look good in my jacket.”

Scarlett’s eyes briefly widened in surprise before she masked it again in an air of confidence. “Oh I know.”

She quickly gave you a twirl, once again showing off your name on her back. “I’ll have to say, this one’s probably my favorite out of all of your things.”

You blinked, not fully able to comprehend what she was saying. The Scarlett Johansson was saying that not only did she like your clothes, she liked wearing clothes with your name on her back. 

Once again you felt all the moisture leave your mouth. The smell of Scarlett’s perfume clouding your senses was only making it harder for you to stay in this conversation. You quickly found yourself regretting putting on her sweater today. 

You opened your mouth, attempting a feeble response, only for Robert to break the two of you out of the moment. “My goodness, just ask each other out already. This is getting really pathetic to watch.”

You whipped your head around, watching the man with wide eyes as he sighed loudly. 

From the corner of your eyes, you could see the other cast members failing to hold in their own laughs.

Before you could feel too embarrassed, the feeling of fingers lightly grabbing your chin has you turning back to the actress who now seemed to be even closer to you than you last remembered. 

Scarlett’s green eyes pierced through your soul as you quickly found yourself getting lost in them. “If you want your clothes back, pick me up after we’re done shooting tonight.”

And this time your breath does leave you when a soft kiss is pressed against your cheek. And with one last wink thrown your way, Scarlett leaves to start her day. 

Your parents always told you that good things would come your way if you shared with others. And it turns out they were right. 

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[peregr1nus]

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - They’d barely been at the bar for 20 minutes and Scaramouche was already incredibly drunk. He leaned against Kazuha, groaning. “Mmmm. . it tastes so good but I feel so bad.” Kazuha raised a brow at the other man. “Do you feel ill?” He was worried about him, wrapping an arm around him and blinking. Scaramouche just giggled some, smiling brightly. “I’m okay, don’t worry about it, Katsuragi. .” Kazuha blinked, squeezing him slightly. So that was the name of his friend, wasn’t it? The one the wanderer had mentioned earlier. . Katsuragi. . Somehow, it sounded familiar, like he’d heard it in a story before. But it was likely just the name of a character in it rather than him having been in the story. Kazuha didn’t bother to correct him, just worried about him.  “I’ve missed you so much. .” Scaramouche sniffled from beside him, tearing up. “I can’t believe I’ve spent hundreds of years without you. .” Hundreds? Surely he was exaggerating, Kazuha thought. The poet was honestly grateful he hadn’t drank anything, this is the most he’d learned about the man beside him. He clearly didn’t like talking about himself much, and Kazuha wasn’t one to pry, but a drunken Scaramouche was like an open book. “I have so many things I need to tell you. .” Another sniffle came from him. “I did so much in the time you were gone. .” Scaramouche furrowed his brow, his words slurring more as he spoke, but Kazuha was used to figuring out drunken phrases, so he understood him perfectly fine. “Just. . don’t hate me. . don’t hate me please. .” He suddenly started pleading, seeming to have jumped to a conclusion that his friend would hate him for the things that had happened. Scaramouche was barely making much sense, changing subjects rather quickly.

Kazuha blinked in surprise when he was grabbed, Scaramouche climbing into his lap. He grabbed onto his collar, twisting it and holding onto him tightly as tears streamed down his face. “Promise me you won’t hate me.”  Kazuha hesitated for a moment, a bit shocked. “I don’t hate anyone, it’s not in my nature-” It was all Kazuha could think of to say, he was hoping it was an acceptable answer.  Scaramouche let go of him, flopping his face into his chest and sniffling again. “I hope you’re not lying to me, I hate liars. .” He dropped his voice to a whisper, deciding to trust him and admit to everything that’d happened. “I did so many vile things for you, Katsuragi. . I thought you died. . I couldn’t stand it. .” He started, trying to keep himself calm. “I don’t know how much I should tell you, but I destroyed the Raiden Gokaden for you-” Kazuha froze at that. The man he was holding, the man sitting in his lap. This was the man who destroyed the Raiden Gokaden-? Does that mean- “- I met a man who resembled you on some beach. .” He was struggling recalling details, his mind too hazy to explain in complete details. “I was going to kill everyone there, I was so angry. . But I couldn’t kill him, he was a Niwa. . I couldn’t help but look at him and see you. . I couldn’t kill you. . So I spared your family member and the Kamisato. .” He mumbled, the story barely making sense coming from him in this state. But Kazuha knew the story well, his great-grandfather’s letter instantly coming to mind. “So you’re Kunikuzushi-?” Kazuha said in shock, interrupting him. Scaramouche quickly sat up, his eyes wide. “I didn’t. . I didn’t tell you that name, you didn’t know that name.” He scrambled to get up, his vision blurring and the Katsuragi he’d been imagining transformed back into Kaedehara Kazuha. . . Oh what had he just done? He’d done what he didn’t want to do. He got off of him, quickly backing away, tripping over chairs in a panic and falling onto his ass. The puppet trembled, terrified of the man who he’d just been sitting with. Kazuha got up, trying to help him back to his feet, but Scaramouche got up on his own, running out of the bar after clumsily bumping into things on his way out. And this time, Kazuha made sure he wasn’t far behind. - - - - This part certainly didn’t end up how I expected it to. . probably because I’m tired writing this. . Next post will likely be the last for this specific idea, I’m deciding to leave this one here so it’s not overly long

[sixthwater]

What Type of Mahou Kid Would You Be! {PAC}

Yes! Today we are tackling the trope of mahou characters! So center yourself and pick from one of these lovely main characters and see who you’d be on your own team!

(Left → Right / Pile 1 → Pile 6)

Decks used: The Archetype Cards, Mystic Mondays Tarot, believe in your own magic, claves astrologicae

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Things that will be covered:

General Personality Storyline (Before story starts, getting your powers, meeting the group, during the story, at the end--ideally 6 cards each) Lessons Learned Powers/Weapons

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Pile One

Personality: Child: Nature, Artist

Overall I can see you being a meek, tempered character. Definitely green-coded, because child nature is pretty straight-forward but artist kind of enforces a serene and like….out of touch with reality quality to you. As a member of the group, you’d be the one who’d rarely like to pick sides when an argument erupts, preferring to make sure everyone is heard and opting for alternative solutions instead. You don’t really like violence and you don’t like loud harsh things either. The only thing that can get you amped up is when people abuse nature or those less fortunate. Ironically I feel like you’d be brought up in all of these circumstances but we’ll find that out later. I keep getting a picture of someone painting by a reservoir or out in a park near the river but they have a…peaceful, solitude energy to them. They’re okay being alone. I don’t believe you’d be the member who would rather fight alone, but you also won’t really be looking for your counterparts either. You very much either enjoy the companionship of pets/animals, nature, or just very close loved ones….rarely. I also can imagine you’re very focused on individualistic goals and the series would probably throw in a random symbolic love plot randomly in the series but it would really impact your character and the rest of your actions would be ‘in honor of them’, something like that. All in all, you’re very much the most empathetic and spiritually connect member of the group, or at least one of the two. Probably a lot of hijinks that involve you disappearing out of the blue only to be found meditating out in the woods or something. There is a slight quirky energy beneath all of this calmness.

Storyline: Ace of Wands, Ace of Pentacles Rx, Four of Cups Rx, Nine of Wands (The Fool), Three of Pentacles (BoD: Seven of Wands Rx)

Literally said ‘shut the fuck up this is so cute’ out loud lmao whoops. So starting off, I see gifted kid syndrome here. This is someone who is very talented, powerful, creative, has the world at their fingertips, etc. Your mind would be filled to the brim with ideas to bring to life. However at the same time for some reason I’m feeling like there’s a bit of…like you know what you’re capable of. You know your worth and you’d kinda feel some way if anyone gives you any less than what you think you deserve, but I think it’s because of this Ace of Pentacles, which would be when you get your powers. It’s like it severely threw you off (understandably). Think of like…any scene from any show where the protag is losing their mind because they don’ t know what’s happening. I’m vividly seeing that scene where Ichigo is struggling to hide her ears and tails from her crush and has to run away. Your energy though is much more frustrated than light-hearted and funny. You could be thrown into a ‘why me’ mentality because these powers might have a neutral effect that overflows into normal life when you’re not using them like into TMM (like how Ichigo gained cat like reflexes). It can also just give you an irate mood which causes friction with your friends and family because this isn’t necessarily something you can just vent about. This is really screwing up your groove though because it’s not meshing well with Whatever creative endeavor you were banking your future on and it made you miss out on what you believed to be your destiny. However it’s okay! We have Four of Cups Rx for when you meet the others. I’m pretty sure this is going to be an accidental meeting, or you’re going to be in some ‘accident’ when you see some Colorfully Acrobatic People come in and save the day and something registers in your head that ‘oh…maybe this was my destiny instead. I don’t need to only have one direct line for what I’m meant to do’. I also don’t believe they’ll notice you either (you’re really good at hiding your presence lmao), you’ll be the one to approach them and sort of confide and ask them for help in a way and lowkey get dragged into this world saving stuff LOL. Fittingly, we have the Nine of Wands afterwards, but what came flying out with it was The Fool, which is So damn cute oh my god. While you’re obviously out there risking your life every day, and there’s this strong resolve and you have battle scars and you’re never going to give up until you win—there is this newfound fresh energy given to you by your new teammates. Due to you having to work with these people and interact so much, their warmth starts to fill you up after some time and you might find yourself picking up some small habits of theirs after some time, and honestly acting very out of character for you (seeking companionship, being more extroverted, opening up a lot faster, etc). Then to end we have the Three of Pentacles!!!!!!! AH!!! By the end of this journey, you’ll have started to come into your own and be much more comfortable with teamwork and the you from the beginning of this story is like a distorted image if someone were to show you them. With the Seven of Wands Rx too, it’s really enforcing that you’ve learned to let your guard down and no longer fight against letting people in (it can also be, literally, the fight is over), but this just screams to me that someone who was shut off from others and avoided them is now reaching out to them and is the one speaking the most in meetings lmao. Not a complete 180, but definitely more open.

Lessons Learned: Morning – The world awaits you

Pile One I’m Screaming. This card is asking you if you’re truly living your life or are you just going through the motions and to have this as the lesson you learn throughout the series, maybe I’m going to cry over a hypothetical character? This basically just repeats what I stated a minute ago. Your character would’ve been so focused on their destination and goal at the start of the series that they weren’t really too bothered about smelling the roses or hanging out with others, or even some of their family. So by the time the series ends, they’ll have learned to loosen up and relax and understand that what’s the most important thing is to be able to look back and be able to remember moments where they really fell in love with their life or the people that they let in. To laugh at memories they made or be able to look at buildings or neighborhoods and pull out an imprinted memory from months or years ago. That’s the lesson you would’ve learned in your story.

Powers/Weapon: Full Moon, Luna

So moon moon LMAO. For some reason I keep seeing like a monocle, or a magnifying glass. You definitely would have powers over water or maybe like a gravitational- OH wait like Michiru? From Sailor Moon. She had a mirror and used water so maybe your powers would work something like that. I think maybe if you used it as a reflection maybe in some weird way you can use the mirror and gravitation as a means to keep someone fixed to whatever it was viewing as it’s gravitational pull? Honestly I’m not thinking too much there’s just an emphasis on like The Moon but not really water?? And also like glass so definitely that monocle or magnifying glass, so go crazy if you can think of something! There are tidal waves in the full moon card though.

Songs: All We Are by OneRepublic, Let Me Go by Maverick Sabre, Perfect by Simple Plan, Long Long Long Journey by Bill Wurtz, Come Back Home by We Are The In Crowd

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Pile Two

Personality: Mentor, Destroyer (Shadow)

Soooo definitely getting the vibe that you’re one of the members who would’ve been in the game for a bit before the others found you. You’re independent and not necessarily cooperative? It’s not an aggressive underhanded way of interacting with people, but you really don’t like abiding by other people’s rules or ideologies. You’re more than willing to teach others ways to get by and important things to remember, but you keep everyone at arm’s length. I think you’d see everything objectively and are very emotionally detached. It’s giving madoka magica. You’ve seen people come and go, not in the best way, and if you can save others from falling to the same fate then you will. However, that doesn’t mean you’re going to let them keep their rose colored glasses. They’re playing in the big leagues now and they need to understand that, so some may call you cold-hearted but you’re looking out for them in your own way. This would probably be fueled by someone you would’ve lost because that would make sense as to this polarized warm yet icy feeling that I’m getting. Plus a lot of songs are coming in that speak of missing someone.

Storyline: The Chariot Rx, Ten of Cups Rx, Knight of Wands Rx, Temperance, Seven of Pentacles Rx (BoD: The Hanged Man)

Oof yeah this is giving me Kyoko vibes. Before the series starts, your character would feel very frustrated. A bit like they’re in the passenger seat of their life and everyone else is behind the steering wheel but they don’t have the nerve or energy to take it back? There are aspects of their life that they desperately want to have under control but somewhere in the back of their mind they’re scare of what would happen if they step up and do something about it. Like it might impact everyone else around them. Now for obtaining your powers, we receive the Ten of Cups Rx. When you received your powers, you believed heavily that this would be the answer to all of your problems but it backfired on you. I feel the need to say this but I’m getting the feeling that there’s a lot of self-fulfilling prophecy going on here. Like if you believed that if you didn’t bring your lucky bracelet with you then you’d have a bad day, but then of course you would because you’d be paying extra close attention to everything happening so you’re noticing a lot more stuff than usual and you’re already in a stressed/bad mood. However with this it’s a lot heavier like either an actual loss or just broken relationships and I just need to say it’s not your fault. It’s normal to overanalyze and have what-ifs but please don’t bear all the burden and trick yourself into believing you’re at fault. If it doesn’t resonate then leave it, this was supposed to be a light hearted fun pac but uuhh I guess messages will be messages??  For meeting the others, we have the Knight of Wands Rx. This to me speaks for someone who will be a bit…rough around the edges. You are definitely going to be someone they will be in awe of, but you can also be impatient and kind of vulgar? I keep hearing ‘keep up kid’ lmao. I get the feeling that you don’t really avoid them as a group, and you will play along with whatever requests they have, but you don’t make it easy. So you might give them riddles whenever they have questions, or make them do drills when they request your help physically—it reminds me of grimmjow too, like the vibe you give off. Now for Temperance, I believe that as the story goes on, you learn to gain some ease of mind and to level out your emotions as well. You don’t give much trouble whenever help is requested, and you’re less intense as time goes on (and it’s deeeeefinitely a teasing point of the rest of the cast). Throughout the series you would’ve been helping them secretly from behind or without them knowing, and after a while you would’ve stopped caring about your ‘secret role’ and just gotten on them for being so careless and ‘bad at their job’. I think you also would’ve had a slight vendetta against the enemy for ruining whatever you had before the series started, and as time goes on you would’ve learned to help let that go, definitely by watching the rest of them interact with the world around them and also with you. Seven of Pentacles Rx…I think this story would’ve ended with a sacrifice or a failed mission, seriously your story is just sounding straight out of madoka. I think this would’ve been a member that you would’ve gotten close to as the story progressed because I sense frustration, like the scene you always have of a character punching the ground. I’m also getting like a flash of fire. You know how candles flicker? It’s like that but a lot more intense. So I’m sort of getting the feeling that someone might have felt the need (whether they were right or not about it) to go for the mission and it causes all those lessons you learned to fall to the wayside for a hot second before someone else pulls you back and reminds you. I’m glad the hanged man is at the back of the deck because it means the lessons stay with you after all of this, and I think you’d keep in loose contact with everyone but I kind of still feel like you’d keep to yourself still? It’s kind of like that friend who moves to another country and they make surprise visits and everyone really loves to see them. Definitely a fighter/warrior and definitely getting red vibes from this pile.

Lessons Learned: Villain – You can always rewrite the story

I’m gonna cry this is so sweet. Very much lines up with everything above. At some point you would’ve gotten yourself stuck in the position that you need to keep yourself alone in this glass box because if you interact with others then their lives will fall apart or you will ruin whatever they have going for them, but with the people that come into contact with you—well, how they crash into your life constantly, you’ll come to learn that you Are welcome and you’re not some virus. You are rough around the edges, you can be a little rude, but you’re still welcome and they still welcome you in and will defend you just like anyone else they know, and it will make you re-evaluate a lot within yourself and make you realize that at any point you can change how you view yourself because some of it is not correct in the first place.

Powers/Weapon: 7th House - Partners

Mimicry was the first thought I had- OOH! Oh my god I’ve been speaking about loss and stuff and of course I get the 7th house so yeah, take that. You are a very intimate and sensitive person, don’t let what other people assume of you affect you, you know yourself best. Anyway, mimicry. Yeah I believe that you just have the ability to copy people’s powers but it has to be activated in a certain way? I don’t believe you’d have to touch them but like, maybe if you see them use their powers effectively in full then you can use it or something? I’m also seeing strings so maybe hand to hand combat involves that in some way? Very sexy of you, we need more string involved hand to hand combat. Take care of yourselves pile two.

Songs: Fxxker by CHANMINA, Just Give Me A Reason (ft. Nate Ruess) by P!nk, Half Italian by AWOLNATION, Nightmare by Lollia, Anthem Part Two by Blink-182, Don’t You Worry Child by Sweedish House Mafia

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Pile Three

Personality: Shape-shifter, Child: Magical

Something was telling me this pile would be heavy before I even got the first card and well. Yeah. I. Both these cards talk about seeing the potential and possibilities in everything beyond what’s in front of you. There’s something about you where you have an Infinite amount of wisdom thanks to numerous past lives, if we were to go back to reality for a second, and your connection to your higher self or the spiritual realm in general, but you’re not bogged down by it. You have a very big ‘why not’ mindset, and you don’t let a lot of things stop you. Errors don’t really get to you because you tend to really just make things up as you go. There’s a whimsical feeling to you, but it’s bubbly as opposed to pile one. I can absolutely see you as those characters who would simply be banking on mere hope to get them through tough times or because ‘you just feel it’, which is by no means an easy thing to trust and just rely on. It’s very weird because you have simultaneously a heavy but very light-hearted energy and I’m pretty sure I know which energy you’re presenting by choice. Duality, as the kids call it. Also, 100% for the power of friendship motif.

Storyline: Chariot (Ace of Swords Rx), The Fool Rx, Queen of Swords Rx, Ten of Cups, Three of Cups (BoD: The Tower)

AH! Oh no okay. It’s giving white/purple aesthetic. So before the story starts, I think your character would Seem to be going places. They would seem to have everything in order and like they’re unstoppable, but they’re kinda faking it. It kind of reminds me of ‘Make It Up’ by Same Tsui. You can seem very graceful and you’re Very good at keeping your skeletons in your closet, and honestly you keep people pretty far away from your inner circle, because no one really knows that you have no idea what you’re doing with your life and that you actually don’t know what you’re going to be doing in a few years and no you don’t have a job after this please stop asking!! It’s kind of like you’re mind if always running and there’s a million thoughts going so even when you’re ‘engaging’ in conversation, you’re not really there but people only really like you for ‘pleasant’ company. There’s something about your aura that they just try to be around? Yeah definitely getting the white/purple energy here. With The Fool Rx, I think this actually helps you in some backwards way? It’s definitely another responsibility added to your plate that you Did not want, but it’s also like a distraction/get away from your worldly responsibilities that you will Gladly take. Like who else is going to take down that giant alien that’s destroying city hall, the president? I do get the feeling that you’re even more restrictive about the people you talk to and who you let in so you feel a lot more lonely than before, but it’s like you let your frustrations out in battle and you’re sort of disconnected and kind of treat this persona like it’s not even you in a way. Like a VTuber lmao. Now the Queen of Swords……lmao yeah yall not fucking with them LMAO. It’s not for the usual reason, but I don’t think you’ve been in this game for a bit, but you just don’t want to give up the near reckless way that you do things. You’ll be quite blunt about it too, feeling like the ‘girls like you are annoying’ line. I think they’ll eventually win you over after a minute, because the only reason I see you rejecting the invitation is for your freedom to do what you please and you believe that you’ll lose that if you join them. Now your next card!!! For the duration of the series!! Ten of Cups that’s so beautiful and adorable. You will eventually come to see this group as your family and they will fill up all the holes and cracks you thought you’d never be able to fix. Weirdly despite the general personality up there, I think you might be around the average age or a bit younger (maybe 1-2, not by much). When it comes to deep philosophical or moral issues, or you have that down, but when it comes to like…life? You can flounder, and the rest of the team helps you out with that so much, you can see them as guides in a way. Lowkey feeling a strong protective energy towards this from this card and as I was typing this, all this and heaven too came on. So to finish off with the Three of Cups, you definitely would’ve found a loving friend group that you never want to lose. Like after that mission is over you demand they keep in contact and you make sure you all have monthly hangouts and you keep up to date with all of them or they’ll never hear the end of it. Having The Tower on the back, I believe that throughout the series, there’s a lot of metamorphosis going on. You would’ve had to shed a lot of your beliefs and understandings of the world and how it works to get to this ten/three of cups at the end of the story, because you started off very stand-offish so it’s like this was a destined plan for you.

Lessons Learned: Feather – Think first before you judge

Yeah, it’s not necessarily like. Rich kid? But there is a feeling of ‘you won’t understand my world or where I come from so why should I bother’. You placed yourself on a different world from everyone else, and while they are Also detached from who you are at your core, you also did that too in a way? At the end of the day, you will come to learn that there are people that will be willing to learn how you operate and who you truly are, and they will love to meet that person. You, though, have to remember to give them a chance before assuming.

Powers/Weapon: Gemini

Dual wielding!!!!! There is a snake on the card…also angel wings on both figures here so maybe those can have something to do with your outfit, but I’ve been thinking of a staff the entire time. There’s also a sun and a moon on here—so maybe you can swap between two powers but there’s a cooldown? If there’s no swapping then you have two elements or powers and they offset the other from going crazy, but if there is swapping then you just…have a cooldown lol. Which I think would be neat. Also explains the messy energy up there in your fighting.

Songs: Chalk Outline by Three Days Grace, Fall In Love Phantogram, Points Of Authority/99 Problems/One Step Closer by Jay –Z & Linkin Park, Voice Memo No. 5 by CHANMINA, All This and Heaven Too by Florence + the Machine

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Pile Four

Personality: Child: Divine (Shadow), Child: Magical (Shadow)

You are very sensitive. There’s a high level of escapism here. The issue is that you believe so much in the good of man, that when they continue to prove you wrong, you take it personally. It impacts you way too much and it plagues you longer than it should. Definitely do not benefit from taking in various news outlets. You have a strong sense of justice, and it’s your main motivator, so when you can’t keep your promises to others or you fail yourself in a way, even that can get you into a depressive spiral. There are a lot of things that can throw you out of balance here. I kind of feel like you have training wheels on within this realm, and you try very hard to do good but it’s like the evil is out balancing you and we’ll get into when we look at your story but I think as time goes on you’ll figure out how to make smaller impacts that matter instead of trying to hold the entire world in your hands because it’s just not possible. I see someone like curled up into a ball, they’re not crying or anything it’s very peaceful but that’s like your resting state in a way? It recharges you before you absolutely drain yourself doing your best to rewrite all the wrongs that are happening. It’s a very strong pure energy, it’s just exhausting at the same time.

Storyline: The Fool Rx, The Devil Rx, Queen of Pentacles Rx, The Chariot, Queen of Swords Rx (BoD: Five of Wands Rx)

Mhm, I’m getting a lot of restriction before we meet you. It’s a feeling of someone telling your character all the people to avoid, what times to get back home, make sure you always have this or that on you, etcetc. Reminding me Very much of my dad telling me to remember 21 pages worth of laws before I moved lmao. You’d feel restrictive because those rules would also come with the price of you minding your business and never getting involved, so if someone is in trouble you’d have to just Leave them to their troubles—which does not match your personal code of conduct. So then we get to The Devil Rx. You feel SO relieved getting your powers. It’s like before it was always sitting in the back of your head that you can’t do anything and you’d always wonder if you’d see them as headlines the next day or if they got their issue solved etcetc, but now you CAN do something and no one has to know about it. You can save those who are in need and finally get that itch that’s been bugging the hell out of you for so long! It’s a dream come true! Until we get to the Queen of Pentacles. You maaaaaaay have had an issue with going overboard. You also may think too little of the rest of your team. I sense a slight conflict with them and within yourself when you start to wonder what they’re doing, which will lead you to wonder what You’re really doing as well. I kind of feel like you’re really happy to know that there are others who ‘answered the call’, but then there’s a slight disappointment that they aren’t going as fast as you’d like them to? You’d start a slight argument with whoever is in charge before going back off on your own for a bit before getting your ass beat and needing help anyway and then starting to realize that maybe you’re being a bit too forceful and stubborn about the whole thing. You’re taking on way too much and you’re trying to be like some holy hand that solves the whole problem themselves when you can’t and even as a group, that’s impossible in a sense. So with The Chariot, you slowly learn how to take control of what you can and cannot do, and how to balance and figure out how to exert your energy whenever you can. It’s a bit of a struggle I feel in the beginning, but you learn pretty quickly that you don’t have to be a magical hero to make changes in daily life, and it’s just a lesson learned from your past you need to move on from. So with this lesson comes the Queen of Swords Rx. By the end of the series, you’ve learned what boundaries you need to place up as to not drain your energy so horrifically. I sense a little bit of snark too as opposed to someone so straight-laced, you’re kinda funny LOL. With this being backed up by the Five of Wands Rx, it’s definitely just a lot of battles you learn to live and let go, things that aren’t worth fighting for and compromises you need to make within yourself as to have time for bigger and more important things.

Lessons Learned: Princess – You can be your own knight

I think this speaks to the beginning energy. You being caught in the feeling that you were helpless and you need this magical power to help those in need (because like, at the end of the series you lose them you know). Over the course of the series you start to remind yourself that you don’t have to be so bombastic about the things you do to make the world a better place and just helping one person with a small task can have an enormous ripple effect that you may not see, but it’s taking place and you have no idea when it will end, but it’s helpful.

Powers/Weapon: 3rd House - Intellect

Honestly I wasn’t seeing anything so that explains it. Also explains why I got reminded of that story of mine, cause there’s someone reading a pretty thick book here. I think you’ll have a power that allows you to sense out enemies? Sort of like Ami’s computer/tablet thing from Sailor Moon, but without the technology. You also might just be the tactician of the team, but your argument felt uuuhhh virgo mars like. For fighting style though, I do see someone participating in hand to hand combat though, sometimes just beating someone up is acceptable and valid.

Songs: resist (ft. MRSHLL) by dj friz, Anna Sun by WALKTHEMOON, Quarter Past Midnight by Bastille, People Are People by A Perfect Circle

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Pile Five

Personality: Beggar (Shadow), Goddess (Judge – Shadow)

Okaaaay. I was a little bit confused for a second, but this is definitely someone plagued with impostor syndrome and tries to laugh it off with little goofy antics. I think as you were growing up, you were told that you strongest qualities Was your appearance or your fashion sense, things like that? But people never paid attention to everything else you had to offer unless they were reprimanding you. So after a bit you found yourself agreeing that you don’t have much to offer besides a pretty face, and you kind of shy away from putting in effort? I’m pulling a third card lmao. Okay we have Judge in the shadow position, but Prostitute did flip over abruptly while I was trying to get another card. I. Do not sense any negative energy coming out of this pile. I mean I sense a bit of hurt or like, abandonment in a way? I don’t really know how to explain it, it’s kind of like I’m shut out. Which makes sense. I think because of this, you can snap at people whenever you’re criticized  and when you spot a chance to do so, it can come out a bit harsher than you intend it to (though you Do intend to hurt them just a bit, just not that bad). However, what I Do see is someone who is very sweet, and willing to give a helping hand if someone else needs it. They are able to be objective and give clear options or opinions on a matter to help someone else make a reasonable decision—but that’s definitely being blocked by some hurt or childhood wounds currently. So I can’t Really get a clear reading, but there’s some sweetness underneath all of this. (Even before I could understand the first two I wanted to put down seven devils so)

Storyline: Wheel of Fortune Rx, Strength, Ace of Pentacles, Knight of Swords Rx, The Hermit (BoD: Three of Pentacles)

Starting off, I believe you’d be running through a string of bad luck, or you just feel like you’re in a bad place in general. You’re being held a bad hand of cards, you’re not favored  by the world—however you want to put it. That’s the viewpoint that your character is going to be sitting in. It’s pretty straight-forward? You’ll be feeling pretty down and negative about everything, and there’s not much to drag you out of it. It’s not that you’ll be alone, because I see people reaching out or getting you to talk to people but you really don’t see the point in it and you’re not very communicative about how you’re feeling either. Now for when you receive your powers, this will give you some faith back in a way. It’s sort of false hope, but it’s Something for you, and you’ll take it. With Strength, you kind of see it like ‘oh, I’m special? This is for me and me only’. It gives you an energy boost and I don’t think many other people will question what is giving you a pep in your step, they’re just kinda happy that you’re looking a bit better lmao. I don’t really see you being very proactive about helping others honestly, you just enjoy Having something for your own? Now for the Ace of Pentacles, I think you’d see the group as a good idea to join. Something about them being sort of like an after school club? In a way? It has nothing to do with morals or vibes or anything but it’s like you’re not doing anything else and they seem fun so why not. I think you meeting them would be kind of goofy. Like you didn’t plan it but it feels like the ‘same hat’ comic lmao. Your energy throughout the series though would be the Knight of Swords Rx, so I think your general composure would kind of….irritate your teammates a bit? They are much more headstrong and passionate about this mission than you are and the way you’re so blasé about the outcome of it can piss some of them off sometimes, which a few of them won’t be so shy about expressing. They can tell you treat this like a game and there would be many instances until a complete blow up between you and them but it’s very helpful for your growth and healing as a person. I believe some of them would see who you are beneath it all (definitely in times of important decision making) and would actively try and get that to come out during these arguments, while others are just straight up annoying lol. Like I said though, you would definitely take some time to yourself after those heated moments and mull over them and wonder just what to do with yourself which can lead you to The Hermit by the end. I think after everything, with everyone’s indirect help, you can start some inner healing and rework some of thoughts that you have. You’d still be chill, but in a much more attached and coherent way, people can actually reach you by the end of the series. With the Three of Pentacles to back it up too, you’ll be much more open to people’s input and concerns they have and be more responsive when it comes to your life and your inner world.

Lessons Learned: Library – Take control of your own narrative

Yeah, a consistent energy of you being more present by the time this series is over. It also speaks back to the very beginning, of people overlooking your other qualities for just being a pretty face. You are much more than what people take you to be at face value. Do not let others diminish your light or have them ruin the sweet energy that is hiding within you because despite the Attempt of trying to lock it away in a tiny safe, I can still feel it lmao. As the card says, you have a whole story to tell that no one else can do for you, don’t let them take that away from you. Something tells me you have a very individualistic quality to the way you present yourself.

Powers/Weapon: 12th House - Secrets

God pile five LMAO. There might be something to do with manipulation or…control? The image is showing me a key being reflected in the water, but for some reason I can only think of someone controlling someone else via speech.

Songs: Seven Devils by Florence + the Machine, About a Girl by The Academy Is…., SUGAR by BROCKHAMPTON, Slow Dancing by Tayla Parx, The Grey by Icon for Hire, Keeps Gettin’ Better by Christina Aguilera

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Pile Six

Personality: Avenger, Fool (Shadow)

Okay Diego. I’m getting very like...no yeah, I’m getting Diego from TUA. For the Fool aspect, I think something like your upbringing has shaped you in a way to sort of deflect from being vulnerable. It doesn’t have to directly be your parents, because you know childhood bullying exists lmao, but it’s sort of like…it’s really weird. You are very compassionate and empathetic because you have a strong moral stance and you believe in a right and a wrong, and you can’t stand seeing the weak get picked on—which is possibly a sensitive point for you—but at the same time if someone asked you to open up you’d do everything in your power to distract them from the original topic until you can escape. Definitely the type to go through some rough shit and dust it off as ‘nothing’ as well. You also tend to approach things distantly as if you’re on the outside looking in? It’s a kind of defense mechanism that people can mistake as being cold-hearted or insensitive, but you’re very much still vulnerable which is why you do it in the first place. Someone who is cold-hearted wouldn’t even bother to get traits close to an avenger lmao. This is all pretty straight-forward sooo

Storyline: Eight of Swords, The Moon, Ten of Cups, Six of Wands, The Fool (Queen of Pentacles Rx)

Lmao bruh. Okay so I believe that you share some qualities with pile four. However your energy is much more headstrong and flamboyant in a way. Before the series starts, you will be feeling trapped in a way, but it’s about your circumstances in how you can help those around you. It’s like a reflection of yourself and how you ‘rank’ yourself as a person. Like if you’re a good guy or a bad guy, even though it’s impossible to objectively do that. So when you receive your powers, quite literally, you take on a hidden person. You go full bat-family. You are kiiiinndda confused about this whole thing but all you need to know is that you have powers to help take down monsters and you’re fine. So hopefully this isn’t the realm that has clauses in it because you definitely didn’t wait around to read them. I’m definitely getting a loner vibe for a bit, and it kind of takes priority in your life, because it’s very important to you, even though it doesn’t seem like it to others. Honestly I feel like that just assume you’re slacking off in work/school. With the Ten of Cups, I feel a lot of excitement when you meet the others, because it’s like you’ve found more people who share the same viewpoint and line of ethics that you do. Whether or not that’s what’s truly happening, that’s how You feel inside. It’s like a bouncing ball of energy, it’s flying around the room LMAO. You are soooo happy to find them, it’s really cute. You join them without a doubt and honestly I don’t feel a lot of tension or conflict because you are being represented by the Six of Wands for the series energy. There is mighty success on your end and you feel like you’re fulfilling what you’re meant to be doing? Like when you wake up and see people safe or overhear them talking about ‘that crazy thing that happened last night’, it puts a small smile on your face because You did that, you were that masked colorful crazy kid that helped them last night. So yeah it’s a thankless job but more and more people are safer on the streets thanks to you guys! Which will leave you feeling like The Fool followed by the Queen of Pentacles Rx by the end of the series. You will feel so refreshed and excited like a little kid but can’t help but kind of feel empty? I keep hearing ‘what’s next?’, you really don’t want it to stop here. Like obviously you don’t want Another threat to fall upon your world, but also like…seriously though what’s next. It can be kind of annoying to your teammates because they’re exhausted after all of that and they’re happy that they just finished without any harm done and you agree but you’re seriously wide-eyed for any new adventures to go on, and I get the feeling that it kind of gives you an idea for a possible career to make of it (though the thrill just isn’t the same, you know).

Lessons Learned: Tree – Let them go

This speaks for people who tend to suck up the emotions of those around them, or generational wounds. I can definitely see this being a problem that you slowly start to learn as the series goes on, and afterwards. Like I said, it’s the same issue with pile four so you might’ve been attracted to that pile too? For you, it’s a case of not letting the world seep into your veins and trying to figure out where your emotions end and theirs begin. Once again, you are a highly empathetic and sensitive person, you just don’t display it. Even worse because you don’t really take the time to sort out your emotions as much as you should, so this is definitely a learning curve for you throughout the series.

Powers/Weapon: Cancer (1st House—Self)

A lot of water and moon imagery for most of these piles. I also didn’t really see much while writing, so I’m asking for another card hehe. Ah. Are you just a reflection of pile one because I mentioned Michiru’s mirror and here it is again LMAO. Uh. Well, this pile can Definitely have a power like her’s if they don’t prefer something else because That was pretty straight-forward as opposed to it being a Possibility for them.

Songs: My Moves Are White (White Hot, That Is) by Cobra Starship, How the World Works by Bo Burnham, Deeper Deeper by ONE OK ROCK

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@aureateart​ ok. My favourite parts of twilight princess  (and some other random thoughts about TP sprinkled in there) taken from my monster TP word vomit google doc :

Link lmao

Ok but for real, I like this incarnation of Link :)

I love Ordon (it just seems like such a chill and cozy village)

ALSO love how easy it is to interpret Link as being a sort of older brother figure to the Ordon kiddos. It’s just,, super cute? AND GHHH nice nice good thanks nintendo for giving me characters to care about/characters that I can imagine Link caring about

He didn’t sign up for any of this (tbh, none of the Links really signed up for this jshdjsd). But I mean like, dude was just going to take a trip to castle town, drop a gift off for the royal family, and come back. But haHA oopsies he did get to castle town eventually but definitely not the way he expected hsjdhsd

He’s just a little dude?

AND FUCK. HE REALLY HAD NEVER BEEN OUTSIDE OF ORDON UNTIL ALL OF THAT

everything is new for the player AND Link

Midna

She’s cool :)

she really just

*teleports into your jail cell* hello whore.

I am no master at writing but AYYYY she do got a character arc!!!

She was actually pretty helpful sometimes, I ALWAYS checked in with her before turning to a game guide

Other NPCs

NICE

Love all of the TP character designs (ASHEI’S ARMOUR??? AOWOAOAOOAO)

Saving Zelda and all of Hyrule was important yea but thinking back maybe it was more like, the Ordonians and the kids were what was pushing Link to keep on going

I like the Resistance members :) Very video gamey of them to have one NPC assigned to each dungeon but hey!!! Kinda cool getting to see a little glimpse of each of em

Idk, it’s just fun to imagine Link popping into Telma’s bar after each dungeon and taking a little rest :) (or to celebrate? maybe just chat, idk, give this man some downtime!!)

Honestly it was just kind of nice that Link wasn’t entirely alone. I mean, I know Midna was there the whole time, but I am always for giving Link a big group of friends (see my love for hyrule warriors, age of calamity, and LU LMAO)

Hero’s shade, very very cool, kinda sad he died with regrets but HEY. He got to pass on his knowledge eventually

AND the connection to OoT?? AND assumed to be related by blood too????? GOOD SHIT

Ilia, I REALLY really wanted to like her (er, it’s not like I dislike her, she’s just,,, kinda there for me).

It definitely seems like Nintendo was pushing to make her the romantic interest, but GHHHHH they really threw that out of the window for me by having her lose her memories

I saw a text post a while ago that said it would have been interesting if Ilia was Link’s sister instead and YES!! That would have been cool too :0

Wish we got to know Zelda a little more

I feel like we barely know anything about her

Idk man, like I said earlier, I never really had any sort of drive to save Zelda during my playthroughs

She obviously knows Midna, so maybe if they gave us just a little bit more of that relationship I’d be more interested in her?

TP WORLD BUILDINGGGG

Botw has good world building too, but each race felt kinda,,, isolated? I absolutely love the different architecture and vibe each town has (and all the the weapons too) but ghhh yea everyone felt so separated. As far as I can remember, we don’t see tooo much of the races interacting with each other? Now that I’m typing that out maybe that’s to be expected because of the calamity but KLSJDKJFD ANYWAYS THIS IS ABOUT TP

The world feels nice and alive, love how populated everything is

Castle town I like castle town a lot, it feels dense and busy and I really like how you can’t talk to every NPC you see

Very cool very fun that we got to see the Gorons hanging out in multiple spots

kinda wish we got to see the Zoras a little more (I guess they are a bit limited since they need water but GHHHH the tp zoras are so prebby,,)

BUT HEY, I do remember seeing a zora or two hanging out in the hot springs around death mountain after beating the lakebed temple (I think, might have been a different dungeon) 

but aaaa would have been nice to see them in at least a couple of other places. I think it would have really added to the “congrats Link!! You’re restoring peace to Hyrule” feeling you get from seeing the Gorons hanging out in Kakariko and Castle Town

ORDON

Love how chill it is and how it’s kind of separate from Hyrule proper

They really do seem to be doing their own thing apart from the rest of Hyrule

Just kinda adds onto the “he’s just a regular dude minding his own business” kind of vibes I get from TP Link

Also I like Ordona :)

THE LIGHT SPIRITS,,

Love their design

And love how they’re not exactly like a pure white?

Different spirit representing each aspect of the triforce my beloved

But yes hi I think Ordona is very cool

Who are you, how did you get here, which goddess do you represent? Do you even represent one of the three golden goddesses? Do the Ordonians know about you? Have any of them ever SEEN you??? Do they worship you? Does anybody even know about the existence of the light spirits?? FUCK so many questions but ghhh I like how they broke the status quo a bit by throwing in a fourth spirit :)

I feel like this one is kinda weird but I like that voice sample they used in the light spirit music. It’s spooky and pretty at the same time :)  

cutscenes mmmmm

Ok ok, the spooky lanayru cutscene is very good

BUT THE “Link, Chosen Hero! Lend us the last of your power!” CUTSCENE MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM LOVE IT SO MUCH

IT just

Idk man

It just hit different

I like the music

And seeing the light spirits swimming around in the light juice water whatever it is

Summoning the light arrows?

AND HHHHH “Lend us the last of your power!” THIS IS IT. This is the final battle.

Seeing Zelda bow down, and then Link putting his hand out 👌👌👌

Link: ok bud, let’s do this together :)

Connection to OoT (did I already mention this? Maybe., Whatever)

Very cool nintendo :)

I love seeing connections between all the diff zelda games.

Because like, on one hand, they’re all separate from each other because of yknow, individual hero stuff. BUT ALSO, they’re all connected because of the reincarnation stuff

Grrrr walking through the sacred grove and going “The Hero of Time walked around here a long time ago” FUCK THATS SO COOL

Is the Hero’s Shade watching me? What does he think of me? DIsappointed? Proud? The Hero of Time went through HELL so this timeline didn’t have to deal with any of the shit Ganon was gonna pull with the triforce, better not fuck this UP Link!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Midlink is cute

Kinda hurts that she smashed the mirror but that was probably so Nintendo didn’t have to worry about people going “but what about the twili??????” for any of the other games LMAO

BUT ALSO LIKE SKJDKLJFJ There are some pretty massive plot holes in TP anyway so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ whatever it’s fine we’ll just use this for angst because GOD do y’all like angst

So is Shadlink

Honestly don’t know where this ship came from but it’s cute so whatever

THE MUSIC??

Love Midna’s theme and how they referenced the dark world theme from ALttP (I remember trying to learn the dark world theme on the piano and doing the Leonardo DiCaprio point meme at the little jingle I recognized from Midna’s theme)

Hyrule field theme SLAPS.

Apparently references a couple of the other over-world themes from the previous zelda games (I got this from 8-bit Music theory’s video on the over-world zelda themes, he talks about TP at around 11:40 but def recommend watching the whole video if you’re into music analysis stuff)

So there’s this bit of the Hyrule Field theme, I don’t know the official name for it but I remember seeing somewhere it being called the “at an advantage theme” since yeah, you hear it during the boss music whenever you expose their weak points. FUCKINGGG LOVE THAT. Didn’t notice it during my first playthrough, but hearing it during my second was like a little easter egg for my ears every time :)

Midna’s lament is very pretty (and fun to play on the piano)

COURAGE THEME.

I didn’t care for it too much when I started playing the game but hearing it in ZREO’s arrangement of the Hyrule Field theme literally makes me turn into a puddle of emotions. Also hearing it around and of the Ordon kids (I think it plays after Link saves Colin) AAAAAAAAAAAAA

Orchestra piece #1 and #2 HOLY SHIT???????????????? 

Literally, the first time I listened to those I just,,,, plugged in my headphones, volume 100, layed on the floor/against my desk and silently vibed. I don’t know what the hell it is, but those two just fit so well with TP?? I still avoid listening to them nowadays cause if I DO I definitely will get overwhelmed with the “god I love this game so FUCKING MUCH” kind of feels.

Wolf link sucks at singing

the first time I heard him howling Zelda’s Lullaby I lost my shit because LKSJLDKSGLKJFSKG god that was.,, Bad. Anyways, hearing him howl some of the songs from OoT was cute :)

TP STAFF ROLL??? 

VERY GOOD. IT’s like 10 minutes long and GOD do I love every single second of it. It doesn’t have the same energy as the skyward sword staff roll or the orchestra pieces but GOD does it hit good??

Nice and calm after that big exciting adventure. Maybe it would have been more fun or emotional to have a higher energy piece but it was really nice getting to sit back and watch the camera fly around Hyrule. Seeing like, the Gorons and the Zoras having a good time, the kids returning to Ordon? GOOD SHIT.

and AAAAA that end, when you hear the main Zelda theme and see Link riding off out of Faron woods on Epona… good shit. It gets you thinking, where the hell is he going? What is he doing? Off ot do more adventuring? Going to help out the resistance or something? Going to help Zelda? Or maybe he’s trying to figure out a way to restore the mirror of twilight? Whoooo knows.

hhHHHHhhh it’s just that final reminder that YES!!! YOU JUST PLAYED A ZELDA GAME. JUST ANOTHER STORY APART OF THE WHOLE EPIC OF THE ZELDA SERIES AS A WHOLE

I also want to acknowledge the instrument/samples they used for all the twili stuff.

They’re all just so unique and contrast SO well with the rest of the TP OST. LIKE FUCK!! Anytime I hear the screech from the Twilit Kargarok? Sends a shiver down my spine. I associate those sounds SO strongly with the twili realm. (Like, the same way you associate the BSHEWW VVWWMMM sounds with light sabers)

I love it so god damn much

literally any time there’s a certain sound or motif associated with something I lose my shit

Sacred grove sacred grove sacred gro-

lovely lovely lovely so much fun playing that on the piano. AND again, I did the Leonardo DiCaprio pointing meme when I heard the theme from the lost woods come in GHHHHHHHH

shoutout to TP Faron Woods for helping me study and get through all of my schoolwork

BLEGUUHHH can you tell that I really love music?

and also yea I guess TP is kinda cool too :\

IF YOU READ ALL OF THAT THANKS I GUESS

[drwcn]

follow up to [post] exploring the crack au if lwj was a girl 

〒▽〒 ps im not trying to erase canon lwj representation, not at all, wangxian is mm in all my other fics, this is just stupid fun

in a ceteris paribus situation aka all other things staying equal: 

1) Lan Wangji 100% still has a resting bitch face, which probably would get her a couple of “Lan-er-guniang 美若天仙 (beautiful as an immortal/goddess) but would benefit from smiling more” comments but nobody is that desperate to die yet so, she’s spared. But damn... imagine the sheer number of thirsty boys who’d try to secure a marriage with LWJ. None of them is good enough for Wangji as far as Lan Xichen is concerned. Okay - maybe in Lan Xichen’s opinion, Nie Mingjue is good enough, but he couldn’t be less interested. I see her as I see Huaisang, Xichen please. 

2) Everything interaction between Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian in Wei Wuxian’s first life is now 500% more scandalous. 

Exhibit A) Their first meeting at the gates; Jiang Cheng immediately felt his spidey senses tingling.  —“You’d sooner have immortals flying out of your ass than get with someone like her. The second jade of Gusu? The pearl in old man Lan’s eyes? C’mon.”  —“Shut up, A-Cheng.” —“Uh-huh.”  —“Also, she’s not that pretty. Her brother Zewu-jun is much better. There’s a reason he’s ranked first.” WWX is still a disaster bi.  — “LMAO, you? Zewu-jun? Please.” 

Exhibit B) Just because LWJ is a girl does not mean WWX grew more brain cells. 

WWX, straight up to Lan Qiren’s face, “Lan-meimei and I - we’re zhiji.” (he means it like we’re kindred spirits, peas of a pod, etc)  LWJ: *does not deny* Lan Xichen: ⚆_⚆ Lan Qiren: ಠ╭╮ಠ

Exhibit C) Lan Wangji getting drunk the first time. Wei Wuxian knew he crossed a line the minute he invited Lan-er-guniang for a drink. Really, WWX, even for you, this is inappropriate. When Lan Wangji fell face first onto the table, Wei Wuxian knew, he fucked up. “Hey....hey...Lan....Lan...-er-guniang,” He poked her. “Don’t...don’t sleep here! You can’t sleep here! If your Uncle finds out or if Jiang-shushu finds out...they’ll skin me alive and then...and then they’ll make me marry you! I don’t want to marry you; you don’t talk and I’m too young!” 

WWX, being a dipshit, “Hey Lan Zhan, call me Wei-gege.”  LWJ, drunk as fuck, “Wei..gege.”  WWX *((( heart )))* ??? 

Exhibit D) The Cold Pond. Okay, so I don’t think Zewu-jun would sabotage his sister’s virtue by sending a stupid teenage boy her way while she’s bathing, but doesn’t mean Su She is above all that. Wei “I didn’t see anything I swear!” Wuxian. Lan “I will gouge out your eyes.” Wangji. Somehow they still end up in the cave. Maybe WWX got in the water after LWJ got out and got sucked into the vortex and LWJ heard the commotion, turned around, saw WWX had disappeared. “Wei Ying?!” A panicked LWJ jumps back into the pond, “Stop fooling around, come out!” 

Jiang Cheng and Wen Qing 👀👀 when LWJ and WWX fall out of the cave together. Also the fact that Lan-er-guniang and Wei-gongzi went missing, together, for two days. Who knows what could’ve happened. I mean anything really. I mean... that’s gotta stir the pot a little were it not for the Yin Iron stealing everyone’s attention away from this bit of juicy scandal. 

Oh the whole story... so much to work with, so little time. 

3) Because Lan Wangji is a girl, now suddenly there’s a high ranking member of the Lan Clan who can host the girls at Cloud Recesses. I mean, Mianmian, Jiang Yanli, Wen Qing, Lan Wangji - SISTERLY FRIENDSHIP. Other than Mianmian, none of the girls are really talkers which suits Lan Wangji perfectly. Even Mianmian’s chatter is endearing.

4) Lan Wangji is absolutely still a powerhouse during the Sunshot Campaign. The inherent aesthetics of fem!lwj telling the Wen goons to “kneel” - no one will deprive me of this.  Also she will still cut off your arm if you cross her - Xue Yang and Jin Guangyao ya better watch out still. 

I am TORN between two options: Lan Wangji tol and kickass or Lan Wangji smol and kickass. On one hand, the aesthetics of willowy elf-like LWJ, on the other hand, 5′2′’ of whoop ass who can and will throw an unconscious wwx over her shoulder firewoman-style and toll him to safety.  

And amongst other things: 

A) Lan Wangji still becomes Chief Cultivator, because excuse me who else is left to clean up this mess? Jiang “Short-fuse” Wanyin? Nie “I won’t do what I’m not intended to do” Huaisang? Jin “13 year-old” Ling? Or Sect Leader Yao?  Technically, being a woman means that she was never Lan Xichen’s heir, but at the end of it, it’s not like Gusu Lan is left with a lot of choices.  Just the poetic justice of Gusu Lan pleading for Lan Wangji to come back when she fully intends to 隐居山野 (retreat into the mountains) with the resurrected WWX.

Lan Wangji being Chief Cultivator would echo Lan Yi’s tenure and rectify the fact that Gusu Lan’s only female head of family “failed”. Lan Yi had to face a mountain of prejudice because she was woman; someone has to say “up yours” to that. A woman as not only the sect master of Gusu Lan but the Chief Cultivator? Love that for Gusu Lans. (⌐■_■) ☞ ☞

B) Because of ~ sexism ~ I wonder if Lan Wangji would get titled “Hanguang” at all even after the Sunshot Campaign. Even Lan Yi, the SL Lan of her time didn’t have a title. Chances are LWJ won’t either. (Note: Violet Spider is not a title, it’s a moniker). So — say after the way Lan Wangji is still just “Lan-er-guniang”, and she does not obtain the title “Han Guang” until after she leaves Cloud Recesses and become rogue. (srsly how did they come up with these titles in canon, did gusu lan just look at 21 year old lwj and be like yah he’s lord light bearer *cue trevor noah stand up joke* why do you call yourself “great” britain? isn’t that a bit presumptuous? shouldn’t you go around doing good things and then let other people come to the conclusion: oh britain look how great you are? same logic with lwj.) 

Lan Wangji, a Jade of Gusu or a nameless rogue, still goes where trouble is, helping those who need it. After laying low for a year or two to heal, Lan Wangji began night hunting. Donned neck to ankle in white silk and tulle, and a weimao (wide brimmed veil hat) obscuring her face, she became known to the people as Hanguang Sanren, the lightbearing wanderer. Gusu’s highest power probably has some idea who she is - or at least they can guess - but the vast majority of people don’t. 

C) Lan Sizhui raised by rogue Lan Wangji as his mum would be different. Still cultured, respectful, but definitely with an air of keeping others at arm’s length. 

For instance, grown-up Sizhui running interference and saving a cohort of gentry disciples on joint hunts.

Jingyi: 这人谁呀？Who is this guy? Zizhen: 多谢兄台搭救之恩，小可看您眼生，敢问兄台尊姓大名，何门何派，改日当登门拜访. Many thanks for saving us. I don’t believe we’ve met, pray tell what is your name and sect, so we may visit at a later time to thank you for tonight. Sizhui: 在下无门无姓 ，单名思追 。举手之劳不足挂齿 ，怎敢劳烦各位名门子弟答谢。My name is Sizhui, belonging to no family and to no sect. As for tonight - I only did what anyone would; it bears no mentioning and requires no thanks. Jin Ling: 你这人，看你工力不凡，想和你交个朋友，可你怎么遮遮掩掩的。Hey you, we see you’re a talented cultivator and want to make your acquaintance. Why are you so dodge-y? Zizhen：金陵 — Jing Ling - Sizhui: 若是有缘，还会相见。告辞。If it’s fated, we will meet again. Farewell.  

Later:  Jingyi: 思。追。 思追谁？Si. Zhui. To recollect and long for whom?  Sizhui: 母亲的一位故人. Someone from Mother’s past.  Jingyi: 你父亲？...Your father?  Sizhui: 我不知。I don’t know. 

I thought about how cute it would be if sizhui and jin ling knew each other but guys...Jiang Cheng literally thinks he killed Sizhui’s biological father. Like he literally thinks he orphaned Sizhui before Sizhui is even born. And Lan Wangji would never accept anything from Jiang Wanyin, not that it would stop Jiang Wanyin from trying. 

A package of books here, a new robe for Sizhui there. Lan Wangji doesn’t know how Jiang Cheng keeps finding her. She and Sizhui are nomadic.  

D) The inevitable conversation after wwx is revived. 

You know what would be funnier than Jiang Cheng thinking Sizhui is a wangxian baby is if Lan Qiren thinks Sizhui is a wangxian baby. 

[neonacity]

HYACINTHE | Chapter 1: Jaemin x Reader

Summary:

Na Jaemin is far from being your typical 20 year old. Instead of slaving through college, he wastes away his hours cracking safes. Weekends that should be spent partying with friends consist of illegal races on good days and small scale bombings on bad ones.

Na Jaemin is far from being average, unless you consider being a member of Seoul's top organized crime family normal.

There is no such thing as a sense of normality and peace in his trainwreck of a life, so when he met a barista who was brave enough to call out his dangerous taste in coffee, he was like a moth to the flame. Everything about her is normal, which means she is forbidden to him, in all sense of the word.

So why, then, does he always find himself in the front steps of her shop, breaking all his personal rules even if he wishes he could stay away?

A/N + Disclaimer: this is a side story to Black Daisies, my main mafia fic feat. 0T23. While the plot is based on the main story, this can also be read as a standalone fic. As usual, this is purely a work of fiction and in no way am I implying any member of NCT to behave the way I write them here. tw: crimes, heists, potential death, mentions of drugs and other illegal activities.

PAIRING: Jaemin x Reader

BLACK DAISIES MASTERLIST

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I've known him for almost a year and a half when it happened. 

The small bell of the cafe's back door dinged so hard, I thought it would get ripped off from the wall. I looked up, eyes wide with panic and hands still wrapped around the cold corners of a metal tray when a head of jet black hair appeared on the entrance. It took me half a second to register what I was seeing before I found myself flying to his side in a heartbeat. 

"Jaemin! Oh my god, what the hell is going on!"

My first thought was that he was injured. He was doubled over and I quickly hunched to his level so that I could peer at his face. He looked paler than usual, beads of sweat stuck on his forehead, eyes glazed with a slight look of panic as he tried to keep himself from falling over. I threw out my hands to hold him by the shoulders and that's when my gaze caught it; the small black package that he quickly tried to hide inside his bomber jacket before I could even fully see what it is. I didn't give it much attention back then—I was far too focused in trying to see if he was hurt anywhere to worry about anything else. When his gaze finally focused on me, I thought I saw guilt there.  

"I need your help. Sorry, I don't know where else to go."

My brows furrowed together. 

"What the hell is going on—"

He reached out for one of my hands helping him up and squeezed it tight. 

"Please don't ask me questions. Just—can you trust me?" 

"I don't understand—" my voice started to rise. Is he hurt? Bleeding? In pain? 

"Please."

My lips parted then pursed again. 

"Okay."

Jaemin tugged me closer to him and threw a panicked look outside. He then pulled me farther into the now closed cafe, back into the storage room, the location of which he shouldn't even know in the first place. 

"Let me hide here for a bit. Just a bit."

That encounter was my second mistake since meeting Na Jaemin. 

I should have asked questions. 

Lots of them. 

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The first mistake happened about a year and half ago. 

"Welcome to Brick and Beans, what would you like to have today?"

I plastered on my practiced smile and looked at the stranger in front of me without actually looking at him. Working in the service industry sure does things to your head once you get used to it. Despite having to deal with people all the time, you also get to develop a kind of numbness and detachment to human interaction. A face just becomes a face, a customer simply becomes just another passing responsibility. I tried to blink a few times to make myself seem more interested on the boy standing in front of my counter, patiently waiting for him to give me his order so we can go ahead and get on with both our business. 

"Uh… I'll have an iced americano. No water. Eight shots of espresso."

My lips parted and curled on the sides to give him my service smile. My hand automatically reached out for the plastic cups stacked on my side while my other whipped out the marker clipped on the pocket of my apron to scribble his order. 

"That's one iced americano, no water, eight—"

I stopped and blinked once. Twice. My gaze shot up at the customer in front of me again and really looked at him for the first time.

"I'm sorry, that's eight shots of espresso?"

He nodded, seemingly unbothered by my question. 

"No water?"

A slight shake of the head. 

"...eight shots. Of espresso."

"Eight shots, yes." 

For a moment we both just stared at each other. He was looking at me patiently, probably only slightly weirded out by my question while I gave him a look that's a mix of worry and disbelief. Working as a barista has exposed me to my own fair share of weird coffee requests, but this is by far the one that takes the cake. 

I softly cleared my throat and turned my attention back to the words I was scribbling on the cup. As strange as it is, I really am not in the position to judge a customer. 

"That'll be 4.50 dollars. Is that for here?"

"Make it to go." 

"Got it. I'll get you your order soon…"

"Jaem." 

I smiled and scribbled his name on the cup. 

Foot traffic was pretty slow on the cafe so I was able to quickly finish the order on autopilot. As I worked on mixing, I found myself humming softly to myself, my tune shifting into short whistles every time I would dunk an espresso shot down into that cup. I didn't even realize that the customer didn't bother taking a seat on one of the empty tables, opting to lean on the wall by the side instead, hands shoved in the pockets of his jogs as his eyes followed me. 

"One iced americano for Jaem," I called out and pushed the packed drink into his hand. He handed me his card and I quickly worked on swiping it. 

"You sure like your coffee explosive, huh?" I shot him a question for the sake of making small talk as I punched some buttons on my terminal. 

"It's the eight shots, isn't it?"

I answered by giving him a shrug and a smile.

"It's the first time I ever did one like it. I can only imagine how it tastes like."

His lips slightly quirked into a smile. A...really cute smile if I might add.  

"Is there anything wrong?"

"It's really good." 

"Sure, Jaem. I'm not here to judge," I gave him a wink before handing back his card and receipt. "Well, thank you for dropping by. We hope to see you here again." He took both wordlessly and slipped them on his wallet. 

I was waiting for him to walk off with his drink with the practiced polite smile plastered on my face again. He turned, coffee in hand, took about five steps, before turning to me again. I blinked in mild confusion as he placed his cup back on my counter. 

"Actually… I'll have it here." 

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"I'm not going to try your death coffee, Jaemin." 

I didn't look up from the page I was reading but I could feel it, that deadly pout and puppy eyes combo drilling onto the side of my head. I flipped a page of my textbook over and I heard a sigh come from the boy beside me. 

"I bought it for you. You said you need to finish a paper tonight."

"I do. That doesn't require me to be awake for the next week and a half," I answered back with a quirk of my lips as I finally looked up to meet his gaze. We were seated at one of the far tables of the cafe for my 15 minute break, away from the handful of customers scattered on the smattering of tables and high chairs. This has become quite a routine already… but how it started, I can't really explain.

Ever since that first order, Jaemin had made it his routine to drop by almost regularly. At first the banter started similar to how a regular customer and his favorite barista would have, but since he would always come and visit during slow hours, we would always have more time for longer conversations. Casual talk turned into light-hearted jokes, and finally into a kind of banter that comes with familiarity with each other. Slowly, I came to know the complexities of Na Jaemin, and boy, is he an enigma and a paradox rolled in one. 

You never really know what to expect with him. There are days when he would be a bursting ball of energy—most of the time when he would order his drink from hell—but there are also moments when he would be quiet and reserved. I found it odd at first, but slowly accepted it since it didn't really hurt me in the first place. In fact, if I am going to be completely honest, I find this kind of personality set working for me. Imagine gaining two friends, except they're only in one body. 

But that's not the only odd thing in our dynamic, too. If someone would ask me now to describe the kind of friendship I have with him, I wouldn't really know how to explain it. We joke together, laugh together, sometimes even tease the crap out of each other like we've known each other for years. We work well together, but at the same time… I know almost next to nothing about him. I don't know his address, who his other friends are, if he's going to school or not… hell, I don't even know what his number is. Outside of this cafe and his regular visits, I don't have anything to prove that he actually exists. He didn't share, and I also didn't ask. 

Until today.

"Fine. I'm just going to drink this then."

I gasped before shooting him a squinted glare. 

"You are going to burn a hole in your stomach, I swear to god—"

He simply shrugged and made a huge show of sipping the previously untouched tears of Lucifer. 

I reached out to tug at the hood of his jacket in an attempt to call him out when I noticed it. His hair was initially masking it at first but now I could see it in full view: a purple bruise just on the side of his eye, almost to his temple.

"Oh my god, Jaemin. What happened?" I asked in a hurry as I tried to take a closer look at it. His expression changed in a heartbeat as he realized what I saw and he quickly leaned back and pulled the hoodie again over his head. 

"That's—it's nothing." 

"It looks so bad. How did you get that?"

He didn't answer. His eyes avoided my own and his hand gripped the plastic cup between us a little bit tighter. 

"Did you get into a fight?" I pushed, gently this time. 

His gaze moved to meet mine again for a few seconds. It's obvious he was contemplating what and how to answer. 

"Yeah… I got into a bit of a tumble with some friends."

I frowned and crossed my arms over my chest as I leaned back on my seat. He threw me a look that silently asked what else I want from him.

"Look. You don't tell me shit but at least I know enough to be sure you are lying."

Jaemin looked away and started tapping his finger against the table. 

"Why are you… why do you even want to know?"

I looked at him incredulously for a few seconds before leaning over. 

"Because you're my friend and I want to make sure you are okay."

"I am okay."

"Your black eye says otherwise."

"Come on, don't push this. Can't we be friends without," he waved his hand between us. "This?"

"Jaemin, I don't even know who you are."

That made him stop. He stared at me for what felt like a full half minute and that's when I saw it for the first time. The dilemma in his eyes. 

"It was because of work…" 

The look of confusion I made must have been so intense that he quickly tried to jump over it.

"Work—why, what do you—"

"I'm sorry, but that's really all that I can tell you." 

The sound of desperation in his tone wasn't lost on me. He looked so torn that I felt almost guilty for pressing.

"Fine… I won't ask again… As long as you are sure you're fine."

He peered at me once more as if assessing if he was finally off the hook. 

"So...we're still friends?"

"Huh?"

"You and me… we're still friends?"

"Uh, yes…" 

The look of relief on his face made me smile despite myself. He caught it and he made it a point to answer it with his best eye roll. 

"Don't laugh at me. I don't know how to do friends."

"You're so cute~"

"Shut up."

And that was the exact day I decided—I'm never going to let Na Jaemin feel alone again. 

Chapter 2