#I thought too much about this

[wheelsupin-azarathmetrionzinthos]

JKEU MAJOR ARCANA ASSIGNMENTS

Josh

Major Arcana: Fool

Beginnings, innocence, spontaneity, a free spirit

Josh was the simplest tarot pick for me, because from his canon arc in Joust Because and then further in the JKEU, he’s always been about new beginnings and new possibilities. In Joust Because Josh is shown as someone who’s holding back his “secret” self, the side of him that for example “steals falcons”. The reversed Fool card is about holding back, and that’s a representation of the Josh we see before Joust Because but as we expand into the JKEU, we see it again, when Josh transitioned into the board game cafe/manager, he’s entering a new realm of possibilities and allowing his natural utter adaptableness to really shine. Josh is the Fool because he’s able to be whatever he needs to be for his friends. Josh is a jack of all trades, and also able to see the new chances in life. 

Josh’s negative traits all come with the Reversed Fool, he holds back his negative feelings, he feels inadequate, and then he doesn’t talk about. Looking at your heart is my heart, and i’m learning to share Josh admits that he doesn’t talk about his feelings if he thinks they’ll upset others. They will always be held back. 

Josh is endlessly creative and extremely chaotic, he sees the best in everyone, and everything which is why he’s the perfect Fool card. 

(I also think he’s extremely Jacob Drawfee-coded)

Rachel

Major Arcana: Death 

Endings, change, transformation, transition

Oh Rachel, oh death, oh my precious girl. Rachel (Pane Of) Glass, I think about you all the time. It feels very fitting that you are represented by my favourite tarot card. Rachel in Elevator Pitch is characterized by someone who’s undergone a Huge Change in her life, she’s moving from solitary to being part of a team, to being an underling to being in charge. The events of Elevator Pitch are her metaphorical death. 

Moving into JKEU, Rachel’s entire life changed after an injury, another “death” for her, but this one pushed her into Reversed death, where she experienced stagnation, she retreated into herself, and she stagnated and lonely for almost a decade. She had to purge a lot of who she considered herself and do some internal transformation. 

The Death Card is about changing and finding something different and it’s so beautiful, and misunderstood, just like Rachel. 

Katrina

Major Arcana: Reversed Moon

Joy, enlightenment, resolution, deception revealed, relief

Going to be honest, Katrina was weirdly hard for me. I can think of metaphors for Katrina, notably Katrina as the ocean, and Katrina as a preserved rose but I remembered that I can reverse cards forward. So I believe that Katrina would be the Reversed Moon.

Katrina in Joust Because, is more of a supporting role for her? She’s a main character, but she is more of a representation a new different path for her new friend. Finding a new friend who just understood her, now that was the relief there. (Also like the deception revealed of a secret side)

Moving into the greater JKEU, Katrina who I love to death, will lie to herself, she’ll believe that her real self isn’t good enough, especially for Janice Wood. So instead she’ll find herself resorting to trickery and illusion, to maintain that she’s something she believes is more palatable, which is perfect for the Upright Moon, 

Katrina experiences the most joy, when she gets to be herself and shed the illusion of the Upright Moon, she finds the joy in shedding all her inhibitions and being the truest version of herself.

Janice Wood

Major Arcana: Magician 

Originality, self confidence, skill, a breakthrough, resourcefulness

I was pleasantly surprised to find that Janice was the Magician like it makes perfect sense, but the Magician is also one removed from the Fool in the order of the Major Arcana, and it made me think about the Josh and Janice parallels that I am obsessed with. 

Back in Trade School Musical 2, we encounter a Janice who’s trying to be Jane Nobody, who doesn’t want to stand out, where she’s demonstrating the traits of the Reversed Magician, of insecurity and untapped talent. She doesn’t want to be herself. However, as she learns that people will still accept her, she regains her confidence and embraces the Upright Magician. 

Moving into JKEU, where I will be borrowing heavily from Janice, she struggles when she loses her desire to create, to be a craftsperson, she gets so unsure of herself, and her place in life. 

She loses her sense of self-confidence. Janice will also delay difficult conversations, and deny things to herself, so she doesn’t have to confront hard realities. 

Janice Wood is a creative, sturdy, generous person, and she continues to create and be passionate about many many things, which makes her the Magician.

Hope you enjoyed this? PIBE has me by the throat. Let me know if you want more characters?

My tarot cards : Tarot of the Divine! They are very cool.

[blood-mocha-latte]

person, illustrate, rampant, jealous, hilarious - webgott drabble

for an ask from @mutantmanifesto || request an edit/drabble || this got way more introspective than i meant it to be, oopsies

“Janovec was a good guy.” Joe said from behind Webster, as the other faced the lake.

“I know.” Web said. He didn’t turn around. “Good guy, good soldier, good person.”

Joe hummed, and walked the length of the pier to stand next to him. Web sat with his boots unlaced next to him, feet in the water. Joe stayed standing. “Least it was quick.” He offered.

“Maybe.” Web said. Joe turned to look at him, to study his profile. The wedge of his nose, the curve of his jaw. The reflection of his eyes off the lake, making both seem more vivid than they actually were. 

Joe shifts, and the wood of the pier creaks under his boots. “Y’alright?” He offered.

“No.” Web said, and looked down at the closed notebook in his lap. He must have shut it when he’d heard Joe coming. “But it’s fine. Who is, anyways.” Joe shrugged.

“Fair point.” He said. Webster kept his eyes on the notebook.

“Think it might have been my fault, you know.” He said absently. Joe didn’t say anything. “I was rushing him.” Joe shrugged.

“When Tab got stabbed way back after D-Day,” He said, and paused for a moment, finding his thoughts. “When he was trying to wake up Smith for watch, I knew it was just him in Kraut getup. I still didn’t do anything ‘till after he was hurt.” Web frowned at his hands.

“That’s different.” He said. “You probably just thought that Smith knew it was just Tab, too.” Joe shrugged.

“And you probably just thought he’d be able to get back to town quicker and see his new German girlfriend.” He said, and Web huffed. Not exactly happy, but lighter all the same.

“That doesn’t make it any better.” He said, and for the first time, looked up at Joe. Joe just shrugged a second time, grunting as he dropped to the ground next to Web, crossing his legs.

“Nah.” He says, and looks back out at the lake. “It never will.” Web’s quiet, for a moment.

“Never, you think?” He asked. 

“No.” Joe said. “Why would it? Blood’s still blood, even fifty years later.” From next to him, Web hummed.

“I guess that’s true.” He said, thoughtful. Then, “I like talking to you, when you’re not being an ass.” Joe snorted, but didn’t say anything. The lake moved in soft ripples, barely even visible, and he watched it with something close to nostalgia, which was ridiculous. He didn’t even like going to the ocean, back in California.

They stayed quiet until Joe couldn’t stand the silence, and then he said, “I got enough points to go home. Guess I will be, anyways.” Web huffed.

“I don’t know anyone who’d go to the Pacific willingly now, anyways.” He said. Joe shrugged.

“Just stating the obvious.” He said. “What about you? Thinking about going home?”

“Can’t.” Web said, and it surprised Joe all the same. “Four points short.” 

“You jumped on D-Day.” Joe said, just to say it. “And at Market Garden.”

“I know.” Web said back. “It’s just not good enough.”

It was quiet again.

“Sorry.” Joe said grudgingly.

“It’s fine.” Web said, and looked back down at his notebook. “I figure I’ll either find some sort of inspiration there to write what I want to, or I’ll end up strewn along like bloody hamburger across an island. Either way, it could be worse.” Joe wrinkled his nose.

“Way to paint a picture, Web.” He said. “Jesus.” Web hummed.

“I like to illustrate my words.” He said.

“Well, quit it.” Joe said back.

Web didn’t say anything. He just smiled, softly, at his notebook. Joe didn’t let himself smile back. It was quiet, and this time Web broke it.

“I’m not going to apologize for what happened.” He said, and Joe needed no further clarification.

“Would respect you even less if you did.” He said. He shifted against the pier, which was sun-warmed and almost scorching against his palms.

“I just don’t want to run rampant and kill if I don’t have to.” Web said. He seemed unbothered by the warmth, pressing into it and baring up to it. Joe didn’t agree with what he said, but didn’t say so. He didn’t need to.

“Well, you didn’t.” He said, and paused. “Kill, that is. Skinny did.” Web snorted.

“And how the hell do you think he feels, having that on his conscience.” He said. It wasn’t a question. Joe didn’t answer it like one.

“Some people shouldn’t live.” He said, and thought of barbed wire and the men that built it.

“I know.” Web said, and Joe knew he was thinking of the same thing. “But we’re not in control of that.”

“Well, what if I want to be?” 

“Then I feel sorry for you.” Web murmured, voice dropping slightly. He ran two fingers down the spine of his notebook. Joe snorted. It came out a little bitter.

“Please, you’d probably be jealous of me.” He said. “I heard what happened, with the baker.” 

Web sighed and shifted, turning so he faced Joe fully. Joe met his eyes like a challenge, even though Web just looked… tired. Done, with everything.

“Most of the time, I still wish I’d shot that fucker through the neck.” He said, the vivid blue of his eyes giving his words an even more unsettling feel as they bore into Joes. “That’s what scares me. That if I could redo that moment, I probably wouldn’t hesitate to pull the trigger.”

“But you’d leave a man even guiltier than that baker alive?”

Web shrugged and looked back out at the lake. “I’m a shitty person, Lieb.” He said. Joe snorted.

“I know.” He said. “It’s fine, though, because I’m an angel.”

The corner of Web’s mouth twitched. “Hilarious.” He said dryly. Joe grinned.

“I know.” He said again. He watched Web for only a few more moments before he shifted again, pulling himself back up. “C’mon, let’s go back.” Web huffed.

“Where?” He asked. Joe shrugged.

“Barracks.” He said. He looks at Web’s profile again, then his boots at his side, then at the notebook in his lap. “After that… I’m not sure.”

Web’s mouth curved into a smile. “After that, huh.” He said, and sounded needlessly smug. Joe grinned, reached down to curve a hand across the back of his neck and tug him upright.

“C’mon,” He said again. “You asshole.”

Web laughed, and let Joe pull him up.

[solgotdeleted]

they could be pen pals with me, a prisoner, you, and a middle schooler at the same time. bros could write 4 letters at once given a tentacle supporting each paper and another tentacle writing the letter.

I wish octopus could learn how to read. They could be pen pals with middle schoolers.

[eosofspades]

i didn't have "i'm broken" teenage asexual angst i had "i'm literally being the only reasonable one about this concept and the rest of you are behaving like fucking freaks" perception issues

[what-am-i-doing-in-this-fandom]

I am such a big Werewolf Stan advocate I had to jump on this particular train 🙏 (but I didn't really wanna commit to full line art, you guys understand)

Oh, and you guys aren't gonna believe this, but here's part two 🙌

[keymintt]

a comic/zine about coyotes

[inkskinned]

probably time for this story i guess but when i was a kid there was a summer that my brother was really into making smoothies and milkshakes. part of this was that we didn't have AC and couldn't afford to run fans all day so it was kind of important to get good at making Cool Down Concoctions.

we also had a patch of mint, and he had two impressionable little sisters who had the attitude of "fuck it, might as well."

at one point, for fun, this 16 year old boy with a dream in his eye and scientific fervor in heart just wanted to see how far one could push the idea of "vanilla mint smoothie". how much vanilla extract and how much mint can go into a blender before it truly is inedible.

the answer is 3 cups of vanilla extract, 1/2 cup milk alternative, and about 50 sprigs (not leaves, whole spring) of mint. add ice and the courage of a child. idk, it was summer and we were bored.

the word i would use to describe the feeling of drinking it would maybe be "violent" or perhaps, like. "triangular." my nose felt pristine. inhaling following the first sip was like trying to sculpt a new face. i was ensconced in a mesh of horror. it was something beyond taste. for years after, i assumed those commercials that said "this is how it feels to chew five gum" were referencing the exact experience of this singular viscous smoothie.

what's worse is that we knew our mother would hate that we wasted so much vanilla extract. so we had to make it worth it. we had to actually finish the drink. it wasn't "wasting" it if we actually drank it, right? we huddled around outside in the blistering sun, gagging and passing around a single green potion, shivering with disgust. each sip was transcendent, but in a sort of non-euclidean way. i think this is where i lost my binary gender. it eroded certain parts of me in an acidic gut ecology collapse.

here's the thing about love and trust: the next day my brother made a different shake, and i drank it without complaint. it's been like 15 years. he's now a genuinely skilled cook. sometimes one of the three of us will fuck up in the kitchen or find something horrible or make a terrible smoothie mistake and then we pass it to each other, single potion bottle, and we say try it it's delicious. it always smells disgusting. and then, cerimonious, we drink it together. because that's what family does.

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF Into the pit? More like into the daddy issues

[egophiliac]

WAIT when did he get FANGS

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Soup solves everything.

[anna-scribbles]

last one i promise(<—lie)

[hinamie]

corvidae

[walkerrenee]

sometimes i randomly remember how insane maggie stiefvater was for making ronan lynch—a man that can create reality—a man of god, when he himself is a god of a man. then to take this man and have him be not only in love with, but a literal soulmate of a man named adam. parrish. adam parrish. who, mind you, lives above ronan's very own place of worship. and is the namesake of the first of mankind that the bible says god made from the literal dust of the ground (adam parrish: comes from nothing, hair "dusty" in color) and appoints him to care for the garden of eden (adam parrish: sacrifices himself to ronan's sentient forest). then has adam viewing ronan as a god and ronan saying "maybe he dreamt (created)" adam???? like who just fucking writes that and goes about their life?

[arcane-gold]

academy days

[captaincalamity]

the thing that pisses me off about the minecraft movie is how boring it is (or will be). people have consistently proven that complex stories and ideas can be conveyed through minecraft, with it not just acting as a backdrop- instead we get jumanji: block edition and it’s so annoying. minecraft is a beautiful game that has brought so many people together, that influenced countless childhoods, and this is what we get? i’m pretty sure it’s going to be the same plot as fucking angry birds.

this movie is taking all the momentum that countless creatives have provided to minecraft for 15 years and acknowledging NONE of it. you can have your opinions of mcyters but at least they have the guts to tell a story.

fuck, maybe my expectations were too high- but it’s hard to not expect more when we consistently got more from way weirder sources. things like stampys lovely world, the fallen kingdom saga, dantdms lab, hermitcraft, the dsmp and qsmp, genuinely every minecraft let’s play has SOME form of story- it’s just disappointing to see mojang fail to create a better story when they’ve had so many examples.

the world has MUCH bigger problems right now, but it’s still upsetting- i was born right in time to grow up with minecraft. and while im not surprised, i am disappointed.

[starry-bi-sky]

don't you want to be a cult leader? - danyal al ghul au

this is mostly a joke post but i thought it was funny and had to share so--

his first mistake was, obviously, inheriting his father's inability to see an injustice and stand still. -- actually, danyal's first mistake was his lair being so big. a mountainous island with a large temple in the center resembling his old home in Nanda Parbat? With sprawling foliage and rivers and streams and waterfalls galore? What was he going to do with all that space? Let it go to waste? He had plants there! Native trees of the ghost zone growing from the soil! He couldn't let it all be left unchecked!

So naturally after helping a fellow teenage assassin ghost -- who he later learns is named Akihiko, -- from Walker of all people, he sent them over to hang low at his lair until it was safe enough for them to wander around the Zone. Walker couldn't get through Danyal's astrofield if his life depended on it, and trust him -- he's tried. Danny was clearing out debris from his stupid transport vans for weeks.

Honestly it wasn't so bad, he and Aki really quickly became fast friends and Danny loves having a sparring partner close to his level again -- he hasn't had this much fun fighting since he left the League. Aki was very dedicated and levelheaded, the both of them clicked really well because of it.

Nonono, the real trouble began after Danyal met some long-passed League members and allowed them to come join his island as well. Apparently they had made a few enemies of the zone, and maybe Danyal still felt some loyalty to the League. He couldn't just let them be left to rot. Their zealotry could be overlooked so long as they kept it contained and helped him take care of his island.

And it.. snowballs from there? He meets a teen squire aptly calling himself Ambroise -- whether that was his living name or not is yet to be seen -- who died during feudal france, who is just about as dramatic and passionate as every french stereotype makes them out to be. He calls Danyal "my moon and great muse" -- which is both flattering and little uncomfortable, but Danyal's grown up in the League as the Grandson of the Demon Head, he is used to mild worship. he passes it off as nothing more, nothing less. -- and while his energy is overwhelming on the worst of days, he helps Danny draw out of his shell more in ways that Sam and Tucker still struggle with.

Him and Aki butt heads a lot, but the two seem to hold the other in at least some positive regard, so Danny doesn't worry too much about them fighting while he's gone. It only becomes a mild issue when Aki also begins calling Danny "my moon". It's a little sweet, so Danyal brushes it off.

Then he takes in a troupe of ghosts some time after he defeats Pariah Dark and they begin calling him "great one" just as the yetis do in the far frozen. This is where he meets the twins -- a pair of sibling ghosts who call themselves Trixie and Missy (short for Trick and Mislead) -- who aren't quite as passionate as Ambroise but more energetic than Aki. Eventually they also start calling Danyal "my moon" and attach themselves to his hip, even within the living. They like to hide in his shadow and cause trouble for the rest of the students. He makes sure they don't hurt anyone.

He's pretty sure Aki is jealous, same with Ambroise, but he can't be too certain other than the fact that they become much more lingering (re: clingy) whenever he visits the island.. Something he's trying to do much more often these days due to the increasing amount of people living there now. Since when did he become so popular?

Then there's Pēnelópeia from the Greater Athens, who ran away from home and joined his Island after he ran into her while she was being chased by Skulker -- and he's pretty sure the reason was because of her chimeric appearance. Her strange eyes and mismatched wings and lion's tail and talons. She assimilates into his friend group very easily, she gets along well with Ambroise and Trixie and Danny usually finds the three of them climbing the trees to pluck the most fruit from the top. They can fly and he knows it, but they prefer to climb.

Then finally there's silent poet Akkara who comes from ancient mesopotamia, who gets along most with Aki -- which is no surprise there considering their similar personality dispositions. he watches Aki and Danyal fight each other and leaves comments on this or that that he notices. He writes Danyal poems on clay tablets and leaves them by his room.

They're one big mismatched group of outcasts, and Danny's got the other ghosts on his island to tend to, because they're living on his island and he wants to be hospitable even if he struggles with that. But he spends the most of his time with them.

Sam and Tucker are making fun of him. Tucker jokingly tells him 'careful Danny, at this rate you're gonna start a cult'. Danny really wishes he had taken that joke more seriously.

He just. keeps. collecting people. Wayward souls lost in the zone, looking for shelter or refuge from something or other -- whether that be another hostile ghost, or a past afterlife, or just a purpose. Danyal finds them, he takes them in, offers them a place on his island until they are ready to leave. Many seldom do. He's not complaining -- he has the space, and it feels like it's only ever growing.

His close friends, his "inner circle" as he's heard the others call them, keep insistently calling him "my moon". He starts calling them his stars, because then it only feels fair. They're his stars, this is his constellation. It becomes a thing; little star halos begin forming behind their heads, picking them out from the rest. He loves them so much, it's hard to place. Sam and Tucker are also his stars, but they reside in the living realm, they're his tie to Life. Meanwhile, his friends here know what it's like to be dead, and sometimes its nice to relate.

Those living on his island keep calling him "Great One" and he's beginning to notice zealotry in their care for his island. He really, deeply appreciates it. His close friends gain nicknames -- as his stars, it's only natural for him to pick them out from the cluster in the skies. Akihiko, his Sirius and bright star. Trix and Missy, Castor and Pollux, the twins and troublemakers. Ambroise, his zealous Antares and close friend. Penelopeia, chimeric and loyal Vega. And Akkara, his Arcturus and strength.

It's ridiculous how long it takes for him to notice; he is, of course, a deadly trained assassin. He is meant to be observant -- and normally he is! But somehow this becomes a blind spot. One that becomes too big to be dealt with by the time he realizes it.

He should've noticed when Aki, his Sirius, stood beside him one day while Danyal looked over his island and saw the sprawling spirits carrying on about their afterlife and bowing to him as they saw him, and said: "I looked down into the depths when I met you; I couldn't measure it." They aren't one for flowing prose, it took him so off guard he was silent for over a minute before he finally spoke.

Danyal should've recognized devotion for what it is, and yet he didn't. He should've recognized it when Antares began spouting praises about him, crowing about his radiance and resplendence to the heavens. He just brushed it off as Ambroise being Ambroise. He should've recognized it when Trix and Missy nearly broke Dash's leg after he knocked Danyal's books out of his hands, he excused it as them being protective. Of them coming from times where such violence may have been customary -- after all, that's what he used to be like. What he was still like, sometimes, when his emotions nearly got the better of him.

He should've noticed it when the people living on his island followed his word like gospel, looked at him like he hung the stars in the sky. When his friends gifted him a shawl with the moon phases delicately embroidered into it, with silver, shimmering thread and moving stars lovingly stitched into it. Their constellations seen clear as day in the dark fabric. When he found small shrines dedicated to him -- but they lacked any image of him beyond stones carved to look like moons, so he ignored it. When the religious imagery began popping up.

He really, really should've noticed it when a bunch of cultists accidentally summoned Antares, and Antares had turned to him when he arrived and called them heretics. But he was so centered on the fact that they had kidnapped one of his stars, that he hadn't paid much attention to what Ambroise had said.

Sages say that faith is blind, they should also say faith in you is even blinder.

It really only hits him one afternoon while he's sitting in Sam's room studying with Tucker, Missy and Trixie lounging at his feet, Aki sat on his right, Penelopeia braiding his hair, Ambroise draped against him, and Akkara lurking over him. Its one of the rare few times they're all in one room together.

It hits him like a bolt of lightning. He looks up from his textbook. "Oh Ancients," he says in no amounting shock. Everyone looks up to him.

"I've become my grandfather."