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cheezritsu · 4 years ago

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Haikyuu Couple Aesthetics

Daichi Sawamura: good luck charms, front row seats at his games, the mature couple; “mom and dad” of the friend group; saying “goodnight” to one another on your doorstep, sentimental captions on their instagram posts, eating dinner and talking about your day like you’re already married; making plans for the future with one another involved; impressing one another’s parents; the thrill of doing everything together; being each others emergency contact; sleeping so well because your love is reliable and stable. You two are the timeless high school sweethearts, making the unattainable look so easy.

Sugawara Koushi: cafe dates, doting words, “sweetheart” and “darling,” laughing just from looking at one another. The secretly chaotic couple, perfectly curated dates, being approved by all his friends, soft, sweet pecks; random flower bouquets on your doorstep; kissing away your tears; hugs warmer than fresh baked cookies, grading student papers over dinner, smiley face post-it notes in your bento boxes, farmers market dates, always, always knowing each other’s favorite things; thoughtful gifts, mistakenly being called “Sugawara-san” before you’re married, shy smiles, kissing his beauty mark, a relationship as easy as the breeze. You two are like bees and flowers, working in tandem to create something natural and sweet.

Nishinoya Yuu: cutting class to hang out in the hallways, popsicles melting in the summer heat, tongues dyed red and blue from convenience store slushies, dinner dates with no leftovers, neon colored band-aids, learning to hop a fence, scuffed sneakers, bruised arms. The lawless couple, squad posing in couple pictures, matching dyed streaks, sneaking out past midnight, pulling pranks, sitting on the swingset in the middle of the night, counting the stars over head. Adoring stares, “I’m so proud of you!”, kissing his bruises, screaming out the window of your car on a road trip. Traveling the world together, video messages, blowing kisses to each other, saying “I missed you!” after one day apart. You two are twin stars, constantly orbiting each other and burning brighter, together.

Tanaka Ryuunoske: shaving his head, mini skirts, being Saeko’s favorite, troublesome trio antics, late night food runs, horror movie marathons, couple gym workouts. The unexpected couple; getting compliments from the eldery on how cute you two are, flipping off his teammates while you kiss in front of them, excessive worrying, scaring off any boys that look at your wrong, the “Will Smith gesturing to his Wife” meme; thinking you’re too good for this world, calling each other “bro” romantically, kissing him after winning games, placing a beanie over his head in the winter, taking unflattering photos of one another with the most sincere captions. You two are the moth and the flame, drawn together by an inexplicable pull.

Tsukishima Kei: Wool overcoats, headphone splitters, dogeared textbook pages, study dates, strawberry desserts, “This song reminded me of you.” The better than you couple, wearing his t-shirt to sleep, borrowing each others sweaters, kissing his bruised fingers, hiding in his jackets, going to the same university, softly singing in long car rides, always slightly touching one another, quick, secret kisses, height difference jokes, moon-centric nicknames (“moonbeam,” or “moonshine”) trying on his glasses, mirror selfies,sharing record collections, concert dates; weekend dinners at Tsukishima’s childhood house, being adorded by his teammates, dinosaur themed gifts as a joke, Studio Ghibli movie marathons, listen parties as dates, opening up to one another, “quit staring at me” “but I love you;” him constantly smiling when you’re next to him and denying it ever happened. Sharing insults as a love language, being soft when the time comes, humming into his hair as you fall asleep together. You two are a sweet, slow ballad; a duet between lovers in perfect harmony.

Akaashi Keiji: library dates, meet cutes, book recommendations, fancy dinner dates, proofreading each other’s work, cuffed trousers, trench coats, french perfume, dainty jewellery, knuckle kisses, the academic couple; good grades, pet names, longing glances, visiting each other’s jobs, sharing clothing, reading books over his shoulders, cocooning in linen blankets, the scent of fresh laundry and lavender, running your hand through one another’s hair, smoothing wrinkles out of his works shirts, working around each other in the bathroom in the morning; matching schedules, museum dates, “you’re the Romeo to my Juliet.” “please don’t die for me.” Literature references, letting Bokuto third wheel, being the smartest couple in the room, massaging one another’s shoulders after long days, words of affirmation, sitting on top of his desk, smiling as he edits another page; “are you coming to bed?” ‘quick, secret smiles. You two are matching portraits in a museum, your love equally as timeless and beautiful.

Oikawa Tooru: alien bandaids, golden hour selfies, matching skin care routines, wrapping his bandages, phone calls to remind him of things, leaning his head on your shoulder, the king and queen couple; listening to each others insecurities, being his biggest cheerleader, holding your face like it’s the whole world, helping him learn spanish, constantly bragging about one another, stupid nicknames in each other’s phones, “~Iwa-chan!~”, the Seijoh team rolling their eyes at your PDA, threats from Iwaizumi, making promises you intend to keep, being his rock, letting him cry if he needs to, petty rants, keeping nail files in your purse, knowing the real him, framed couple pictures, teasing him with the team; “I have faith in you;” being there when each other needs it. You two are beloved monarchs, ruling your domain hand in hand with benevolent smiles.

Kuroo Tetsuro: matching leather jackets, red lipstick kisses, theater hopping, chemistry puns, trying (and failing) to get rid of his bed head, constantly handsy, late night drives, cram sessions, lipstick smudges on his neck, “I’m always this kind,” Yamamoto crying in the distance, “Kenma, love us!”, being double trouble, the power couple; better grades together, singing off key, ugly couple photos, sleeping on the train, awful, cackling laughter, adored by his grandparents, stroking your hair as you fall asleep curled onto a too small couch; making it work no matter what, your eyes shining with pride at all his games. Being on the same wavelength, adoring stares while brushing your teeth, kissing him by his tie, making out in the back of taxis, pulling him into a well needed hug without thinking, playing with your food, whispering ‘I love you’ into the crown of your head. You two are immortal lovers, reunited in this life, and all those after.

Osamu Miya: late night diner runs, lazy mornings in, being business partners, staying up late drafting new menu items, slow dancing in the kitchen, all you can eat buffets, roses before every date, subtle pda; the domestic couple; matching outfits, holding hands with intertwined fingers, clutching your chests with heavy laughter from each other’s jokes, eating half each other’s plates on dinner dates; devouring ice cream by the tub while bingeing television shows, treating grocery store runs like dates, falling asleep to his heartbeat, comfortable silences, long talks while washing dishes, baking cookies at ungodly hours, hanging onto one another’s arms, sneaking away from parties to be alone, tracing patterns on one another’s skin, whispering “I love you” when the other isn’t listening, temple kisses, side hugs, growing into one another, cooking food as a love language, having immense pride for the one another. You two are best friends, falling in love with each other over and over again every day.

Atsumu Miya: neon colored lights reflecting off his hair, open mouthed kisses, toothy smirks, house parties, being one another’s arm candy, diamonds glinting under flashing lights, breathlessness, wandering hands, showering together, black lingerie, superfluous travelling, first class seating, poorly concealed hickies, clinking champagne glasses, “That’s my girl/boy!” wearing his track jacket, selfies in expensive hotels; the celebrity couple, “I don’t speak broke,” shiny engagement rings, paparazzi photos, explicit pictures, red sports cars, winks meant only for you, hands on your waist, matching manicures, tipsy kisses, flaunting cash, making out on kiss cams, holding ring covered hands, never being alone; cheesy romantic texts, only having eyes for one another. You two are wrapped around each other’s fingers tighter than a bandaid, and that’s how you like it.

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waveridden · 3 years ago

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is vault trio + 98 too mean

interpreted "vault trio" loosely here bc i had this idea and i liked it. vault fic missing scene set after the queens/georgias show up, cw for vault fic typical turning-to-gold and also nonsexual nudity

98. "you were always gold to me"

It’s an incredibly long day — mostly because of Hewitt, the news, one of the players on the Georgias systematically walking Sosa and York through every catastrophe in the league. Sosa had sat silently, collar of eir pajamas stained with golden tears, and asked questions when e wanted to. York had asked questions about everything.

Jazz spends the day in a random kitchen, making huge pots of goulash and paprikaš for everyone, and then sits next to Sosa for the tail end of the recap. Ze’s quiet, but it’s a careful, terse quiet that Sosa knows well, something approaching anxiety. They sit side by side until York has exhausted himself hearing about dead teams and teammates, and leaves to go find Hewitt, who’s hopefully asleep somewhere.

It’s only now, as the knot of people begins to dissipate, that Jazz touches Sosa’s elbow lightly. That’s all it is, a touch, but it’s enough that when ze excuses zirself, Sosa follows without thinking twice.

Jazz leads em to a cozy apartment, everything white and minimalist, and closes and locks the door behind them. And at last, voice quiet and measured, ze says, “Can you show me?”

Sosa doesn’t hesitate. E figured this would happen, after all. Jazz is smart. E pulls the pajama shirt off and then the pants, leaving em standing in the middle of the room in only boxer briefs as Jazz walks a slow circle around em. The nudity is normal; there’s no space for awkwardness about bodies between the two of them anymore. This is about Sosa’s body, and familiarity, and. And.

The time that the gold crept up eir wrists has long since passed. Things have gotten worse, despite Sosa’s best attempts to act as though it hasn’t. It’s between eir toes, clearly visible on eir bare feet. Eir hair is shot through with streaks of it. There’s a nagging sensation of dullness between eir shoulder blades somewhere e can’t quite reach, and e hasn’t gotten around to asking Hewitt to confirm eir suspicions yet. The gold is everywhere, encroaching upon everything.

Including eir tear ducts, apparently.

“Душица,” Jazz murmurs. Zir hand brushes along one shoulder, works its way to the small of eir back as ze comes to stand in front of Sosa. Ze’s smiling, but it’s forced and tremulous and not at all right. “You were always gold to me, but this is a little much, no?”

Sosa snorts a laugh that e carefully reins in so it doesn’t escalate into crying. “You know me. All about the aesthetic.”

“You wouldn’t have done it so…” Jazz wrinkles zir nose and waves zir free hand, pressing zir palm more firmly against Sosa’s back. “So ugly. You would have done it on purpose.”

On purpose. It has been a long, long time since e felt like e was doing anything on purpose. Mostly e’s been borrowing Hewitt’s sense of purpose, although e gets the feeling that’s about to be in critically short supply. Maybe it’s time e scraped together some more purpose of eir own.

“It’s a fixable problem,” e tries. “Hewitt and I—”

“Fixable until you cry,” Jazz says, just this side of too sharp. “You saw their eyes.”

Sosa did. E wishes e hadn’t.

“Okay,” e says, and eir voice doesn’t quaver. “Maybe not fixable.”

Jazz softens all at once. “Come here,” ze says, and presses zir face into Sosa’s shoulder. Ze’s still wearing shoes so ze’s tall enough that it’s comfortable, that it’s even familiar, and Sosa doesn’t let eir breath catch because— because—

“I don’t know how to do this,” Sosa says. It hurts to say, not just because of what e’s saying but because of the sharpness in eir throat, the rawness that’s hard to speak around.

Jazz says something in Serbian. Sosa waits, carding the fingers of one hand through zir hair, until ze says, “Sorry. English. Neither do I.”

It shouldn’t be comforting, but it is. They’ve been lost together countless times, lost in business ventures and on road trips and when Parker MacMillan walked onto their team. This is just one more obstacle. One more solvable problem.

Or maybe it’s not solvable. But all the big things feel a little smaller with Jazz’s hands on eir skin. That’s always been true.

#waveridden.ask #fourteenfifteen #blaseball fic #vault tag #this one's weird but i like it. jazz and sosa i think of you

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queendeeshorrorimagines · 3 years ago

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The Rancorous Heart IV

Warnings: angst, mentions of murders, former poly! Ghostface, multiple endings.

Gender Neutral reader

Previous. next

The car ride to the bakery was a culture shock for you to say the least. Things have changed so much since you went to prison. From the stores you've once frequented were either closed down or became different stores all together. The people walking through the streets listening to music on their phones was the most shocking to you as Mr. Ray patiently helped you with the questions you had.

You were wearing a simple black tee shirt and a pair of jeans that you picked out from Tara's donated clothes. They were awkward on you, the clothes being a tad too big on you to the point of using a belt to keep the pants on you.

Arriving at Mr. Ray's bakery, he parked his car at the back entrance as you unbuckled the seat belt; the two of you got out of the car together. The bakery was a decent sized building, giving off a retro dinner aesthetic with the vintage neon 'open' sign and the Tiffany blue trimming around the back door.

The smell of fresh pastries filled the air as the two of you entered the bakery's kitchen. The three bakers were working diligently at their tasks. The older woman was icing a chocolate cake with acute precision while a younger guy who looked as if he was in his early to mid 20s was cleaning up the dishes while a man around your age was scolding the younger man while he kneaded the dough.

"Mark, cut the kid some slack. We have a newbie that I would love for you all to meet." Mr. Ray speaks up, the three employees stopped working and went towards the both of you.

"You may have known them from the news reports but don't let the media control your opinion about them. This is (y/n), our newest employee." Mr. Ray continues, tenderly placing a hand on your shoulder- reminding you of how a grandfather would behave.

The younger man was first to walk over to you. His golden toned skin and amber colored eyes were a stark contrast to the sleeves of tattoos running up and down his arms or the piercings on his lip and eyebrow.

"I'm CJ. I'm the guy who cleans up the place and works on the machines when they act up." He looked at you, his warm eyes reminded you of how Stu used to look at you when you first started dating. Swallowing the bittersweet memory, you shook CJ's hand and introduced yourself.

While CJ walked back to the sink, the older man limped slightly over to where you stood. "I'm Mark. I've been baking since I could walk." His accent was thick, noticing a large scar over his mouth. "I'm (y/n). I hope to learn from the best." You responded, being polite as Mark let out a hearty laugh.

You shook his hand, avoiding staring at the scar. men like Mark are always best to not stare at his scar, you moved your sight towards the cigarette that was tucked behind his ear. He walked back to the stove, placing the pastries he was working on inside the oven.

The woman gently placed the icing pipette down before making her way to you. Her grandmotherly form was nostalgic to you as she gave a warm smile to you. Her short dark grey hair was covered with a hair net while she took off her gloves to shake your hand.

"I'm Geraldine, sweetheart. Everyone around here calls me ma. Nice to meet you." Ma's warmth was a pleasant change compared to the older ladies you occasionally talked to back when you were in prison.

"Yall are will have plenty of time to get to know our newbie once we get done with paperwork." Mr. Ray guides you towards the kitchen exit, into the main building. The trio of employees nodded at their boss as they got back to work.

The aesthetic of the main room was rather modern but with vintage tables and booths, a record player displayed towards the middle of the dining tables. A low hum of Marvin Gaye's "I Heard it Through the Grapevine" echoed out of the jukebox.

Mr. Ray takes a seat at one of the tables as you sit across from him. "Given your education while incarcerated, I'm going to have you work with CJ to help you learn the maintenance and work on the main register." You nodded in response as Mr. Ray continues to talk about the expectations and rules to you.

The bell rings as Mr. Ray finishes giving you the contract and legal documents to sign. Mr. Ray moves his attention towards the man who entered the bakery.

You tried to not eavesdrop on the conversation between the two men. "I have a pickup for Stu Macher at noon." You quickly move your gaze up, seeing one of the men that you loved talking to your now manager.

Stu looked more mature, his face now starting to show his age as a pair of expensive glasses properly framed his face. Your stomach was churning as you felt your heart pick up its pace.

It was damming to see Stu after all these years. You were on a cusp between wanting to hide in the restroom before he has a chance to see you but you also want him to see you and be scared of what you're capable of doing- as if you're a ticking time bomb, waiting to expose everything you had against him and Billy.

"Your order will be up in 5 minutes, feel free to take a seat. Would you like any coffee or water to drink?" Mr. Ray offered as Stu politely asked for a cup of coffee before turning around.

His icey eyes looked at you widely. It was as if he saw a ghost when he saw you. You looked back at him coldly, trying your hardest not to fuck up your second chance as a free person, most importantly not to ruin your plan of vengeance.

'You can't get revenge if you end up going to jail for assault.' You thought to yourself as an attempt to keep your composure. Stu walked towards the table next to you, placing his suitcase onto the table. You moved your attention to finishing the paperwork, not wanting to make things obvious.

A side of you wishes that he wouldn't think much about you and not notice that it's actually you. But you knew in your gut that Stu knows, if he's with Billy still, Stu already knows about you. Hell, he probably even knew that Billy called you last night.

You could feel his eyes observing your every movement. It's either because he hasn't seen you in all these years and the memories are flooding to him or if his intentions were to try to keep you quiet about them. The air around the room felt like it's closing in on you the longer Stu looked at you.

It was almost suffocating when you decided to turn your attention towards Stu. "Didn't your parents teach you that it's rude to be staring at someone." Your comment was an half attempt to bring the topic of his parents up out of annoyance, half you being tired of being watched like a carnival freak.

"I can't say much at the moment. But all I want to say is we need to talk asap and that I'm sorry for everything." Stu hands you a slip of paper from his suitcase with his number on it. You quickly pocketed the paper in your Jean pocket as Mr. Ray comes back to retrieve the papers from you and to give Stu the coffee and his order.

#the rancorous heart #queendeeshorrorimagines #poly ghostface imagines #poly billy and stu imagines #gender neutral reader #slashers imagines #all requests are open

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countessofravenclaw · 3 years ago

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My designs for the Wedding/Engagement rings for SL couples

So, I may have gone a bit overboard, but I just like designing this kind of stuff for SL. You all remember how I did the wedding dresses and the styling, and now I have designed the rings. These are an actual original designs that I have photoshopped.

Lutteo

I am 100 % certain that Matteo got a custom-made ring for Luna since it's Luna. Little flashier engagement ring feels like Matteo and Luna ofter wears overstated accessories. I definitely felt like that gold fitted much better for them and for Luna. I went with ruby for the engagement ring because I associate Lutteo lot with red, even if their rose is blue, and also because of the Fresa thing. Around the pillow cut ruby there are natural emeralds, that match Luna's green eyes, and small princess cut diamonds. I intentionally made the placement of the diamonds asymmetrical and who ring just bit less polished and more natural looking to reflect how real Luna is and it is definitely something that Matteo appreciated about her.

The wedding rings of course match, with Luna having a cluster of emeralds with a pink sapphire in the middle to give it some extra color. Matteo had a very understated ring with small trio of emeralds

Gastina

Just like Matteo, Gastón definitely got the ring custom-made as well. Blue is a very dominant theme since blue has always been Gastina's color for me. It is Nina's favorite color and the ribbons were blue. They also have that ocean thing going for them. The engagement ring is more simpler with little fewer details. It has two marquise cut sapphires that are surrounded by paler sapphires, I am just a sucker for colored gemstones and I have never been fond of diamonds.

The wedding rings are really simple with Nina having just a couple of small sapphires and Gastón having a wave pattern to symbolize the ocean legend again.

Simbar

Gold is just Simbar. Their aesthetic is just so easy to create. I think Simon definitely went a little bit cheeky and got Ambar a ring with an Amber gemstone in it. It is teardrop-shaped and lined with two princess cut diamonds. The band is chevron-shaped and lined with a bunch of pearls.

The wedding ring is a twisted band with some more pearls to match. Simon has a simple golden ring. Simplicity suits him the best.

Pelfi

I always feel bad for leaving Pelfi out when I talk about the couples since they are not part of the Holy Trinity. I went in a bit of a different direction with the engagement ring. Purple fr some reason really screams Delfi for me so that the direction I went with two teardrop-shaped amethysts and one opal-shaped one, in addition to some diamonds.

In the wedding ring, I added some more natural amethyst and gave Pedro a steel-colored one, because I just feel like that would match his vibe

I hope you all enjoyed me just obsessing again about future weddings of fictional teenagers

#Soy Luna #Gastina #Lutteo #Simbar #Pelfi #SL Weddings #Rings #Engagement #Wedding

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tae-bebe · 3 years ago

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tag game spam

gonna put this under the cut bc i don't wanna fill up ur dashes but thank u to all my sweet angels @cowboyjinbop @kithtaehyung @yoongisshadow @taejinnies for the tags !

4 songs tag - list 4 songs you've had on repeat lately

1. si fueras mia - D.O.

2. moonlight - agust D

3. tokyo - RM

4. im gonna love you - D.O. (currently obsessed with this whole album)

which bts core aesthetic are you?

you have gotten taecore!! ur like graffiti in the city, art pieces in cafes, gold lining on a page, coffee stains and libraries, gold star stickers, golden hours, greek art, finding beauty in small things, such as wildflowers or a stranger's laugh, and comfort in the middle of the night. this means u are very sociable and know how to make friends quickly and easily, even in just a span of a few minutes. u attract people very easily, and take artistic expression very seriously, such as painting, drawing, dance, music, or writing. u know how to take time for urself, and also know how to make the people u feel matter the most know how much u appreciate them. u aren't afraid to establish what u feel to the people u love, and are very caring. have fun with this knowledge!!

okay but this is so pretty i wanna print it out and hang it on my wall (also the london pics...my beloveds)

30 questions tag game

1. name: isabella/bella/bels/bel/bel baby/beb/belly (just @taehyungsupremacy) /isa (only in italy tho)/bunny rabbit (my mum lol)

2. star sign: taurus sun/virgo moon/gemini rising/aries venus

3. height: i think ? about 5'6 maybe 5'7 on a good day

4. birthday: 6th of may 1998

5. favourite band: i mean...feel like u guys can guess this one (non kpop im gonna go with haim)

6. time: 19:48

7. favourite solo artist: lorde (rb if melodrama changed ur life)

8. song stuck in your head: it’s still animal by ballistik boyz that song is laced with crack i swear

9. last movie you watched: rocks on netflix which is a gorgeous coming of age type film about young girls in london 10/10 would recommend

10. free space: i am moving to sk in 2 days !!!!!! wtf !!!!!!

11. last show you watched: does run count ?

12. when i created this blog: tae-bebe's 6 month anniversary is actually later this month ! :')

13. what i post: mostly content about taehyung's nose freckle, any and every gif that anj and kara make, and occasionally some fic (watch this space)

14. last thing i googled: my travel insurance policy lol

15. other blogs: @bel-baby @conmisplumas (both just aesthetic and vibes rlly)

16. do i get asks: whenever i do my brain releases unmatched amounts of serotonin so pls feel free to jump in my asks whenever !

17. why did i choose my url: well bel-baby is my main, @cal-baby was my 5sos blog (linking in case anyone wants to have a laugh at 16 yr old bella) so i wanted to complete the trio but alas this was the next best option

18. following: queens

19. followers: angels

20. average hours of sleep: not enough

21. lucky number: 7 (duh)

22. instruments: the only thing that gets played around here is me

23. what am i wearing: an old pair of jeans and a tshirt that says "guapa" bc u know self love

24. dream job: sugar baby or sugar daddy idm either way

25. favourite food: currently jajangmyeon, long time fav: tacos al pastor

26. tea or coffe: iced oat milk mocha or an oat milk dirty chai latte pls

27. nationality: british (derogative) but im a weird little mix of iraqi, spanish, italian and russian too

28. favourite song: i think i have a different answer to this q roughly every 15 minutes

29. last book i read: the land where lemons grow - helena ramsay

30. top 3 virtual universes you'd want to live in: can i copy jessi's answer and just say the universe in which im dating yoontaekook

#about me #beloved moots

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sapphicwhxre · 4 years ago

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hello!! can i get a male hogwarts ship? preferable golden trio era or above!!

i’m evelyn / ev. i’m a ravenclaw, and a child of athena as well (can u tell i like to learn). i’m very into astrology, so i’m a cancer sun, taurus moon, cancer rising, taurus venus, cancer mercury, and leo mars!! i love the stars and moon so astronomy and astrology are big to me.

let’s see; good traits - i’m VERY loyal, loving, affectionate, positive, kind, and empathetic. these things also serve as negative, though - i’m really sensitive and tend to require someone happy and who affirms me a lot or i’ll hate myself for it.

i’m very into painting, which i do a LOT, as well as writing. i love to do poetry and creative pieces. i also love to bake, and i show affection through that. i also did dance for over ten years, so although i don’t technically do it anymore, me on the dance floor is a sight to behold hehe

my love languages are affirmations and touch: i’m a very touchy person and always want someone to be holding me. i get anxious and a simple arm around my waist will calm me down, sometimes.

as far as my myers briggs type goes, i’m never able to get just one. i’ve gotten infp, enfp, infj, and enfj! i’m VERY VERY ambiverted. i love being around people and am talkative, but a lot of times prefer being alone.

lastly, as far as aesthetics and stuff goes, i’d describe my aesthetic as romantic academia. i’m the most hopeless romantic possible. all i want in life is love. literally the only thing. anyways

i hope i covered it all!! if you have any more questions just tell me and i’ll tell u :) thank you SO MUCH LOVELY!! mwah mwah mwah <3

"oh shoot!! also, brief physical description. idfk if you want to add this as a screenshot or something i completely forgot i’m sorry!!! i’m 5’8, medium skin tone with longer brown hair. very very straight hair, pretty fine too. i usually have it clasped up with a gold claw clip. i have central heterochromia in my eyes, so the middle is like yellow-brown and the outside is green. they’re hazel, but since the divide is much more abrupt and my mother has central heterochromia as well, it’s safe to call it that. i have a medium build - i did a lot of sports which made my thighs and hips very bulky, so they’re a little thick lol 😀 i’m very insecure about my body bc i’m quite tall, but it’s not the sexy long legs part - my torso is just REALLY long! ugh i pride myself in fashion so i’m usually dressed pretty well. i have very big lips and eyebrows - i’m half serbian :) anyways!! thank you sm!"

i ship you with harry potter!

im calling it ─ this boy would love your vibes

you'd be the calm is his way too chaotic life

you're an angel and that's exactly how he sees you

would go stuttering, fidgeting mess whenever you're around but actually be calmed by your interests

i think he'd admire you a lot

just as a person, how open and you you are

when he kisses you for the first time, it's a hopeless romantics dream: under the stars after a long comforting talk

harry's so relieved that you're affectionate and like that he's clingy

since his inexperienced ass wants to show you how much he cares about you

you sound like you have a good quidditch build--

i bet he'd try to get you on the team

pls tease him about being shorter than you

it's so funny in my mind

BYE he thinks it's so sexy until you pull out the short jokes

anyways would overall be the most loving and protective bf to you

through everything <3

#asteria's 2k celebration #harry potter x reader #harry potter ships

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eezy-breezey · 4 years ago

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Ping Pong Tuesdays

It was a rainy Tuesday in Gotham, which for the diverse youths of the Batfamily meant only one thing. Ping Pong Tuesday.

Ping Pong Tuesdays are a Bi-weekly game hosted by each of the kids at their various headquarters, hide outs or just Dick's old and kind of stale smelling apartment.

This weeks game was to be hosted by Jason.

Tim, Cass and Steph all stood in the back alley to Jason's safehouse. It smelt of beer and urine, most likely from the patrons of the nearby bars. In front of the trio was a large steel door, which looked almost rusted shut, bolts all around the edges of it. To any drunk passerby the door would seem no different than any other, possibly a back entrance into a secret and elusive nightclub, although no one had ever checked.

Tim shuffled his feet, his shoes sticking to the ground. "Why does Jay continue to live here? There are much better hideouts that aren't as sticky."

"It fits his aesthetic" Steph shrugged. Sitting atop her blonde hair was a large golden crown, and a sash that read 'Ping Pong Queen', she had sewed it herself.

Cass stepped forward and pressed one of the bolts on the edge of the door, 3 from the left and 12 from the right. A panel on the door moved, a retinal and fingerprint scanner both slid out from the panels place. Cass moved her eye and finger into position, a green light flashes from the warning light above the door in it's alcove. Clunking and screeching sounds from the locking mechanism behind the door fill the alley. Cass looked back to Tim and Steph, still awkwardly standing in the alley, "Let's go."

The trio made their way upstairs, passing bright red motorbikes, alien tech that flashed and sparkled under the blinking ceiling light, a large weaponry case which sat open in the corner, with bows, arrrows, guns and an axe or two hastily thrown in.

As they continued up the dark staircase voices and sounds became clearer. "I said put me DOWN, TODD!" Tim threw his head back slightly at the sound of Damian's voice. Their relationship had admittedly improved within the last 6 months, yet there was something about his voice that caused Tim to roll his eyes and groan at the slightest sound of it.

Steph reached forward and opened the door to the apartment. Jason stood with Damian thrown over his shoulders like a fireman, the three couldn't see Damian's face but they had a pretty good idea of what it looked like. Duke sat on a bean bag, laughing and smiling, more so at Dick who was trying unsucessfully to get Damian off Jason's much taller shoulders.

"Peasants, your Queen has arrived!" Steph struck a pose as she walked in, flicking her head and crown back.

"Heeyy guys!" Duke smiled and waved as Cass glided past Tim, who was still dragging his sticky feet along the floor, and through the room.

"Took your time, we almost thought you'd been captured by Kite-man or something."

"Todd, release me. NOW." Jason lifted Damian off his shoulder and handed him like an annoyed little kitten, dangling in the air, to Dick who's arms were now outstretched.

"Alright," Jason clapped his hands together as Tim walked through and Steph squeezed in next to Duke on the bean bag. Cass had hopped onto the ping pong table sitting in the middle of the room. "Tonight, as your gracious host, I vote we play Sting Pong."

"Jay," Dick chimed in, "we are not playing that. It'll just turn into a revenge game like last time." Everyone shifted uncomfortably in their seats. Last time they played sting pong Tim left with a welt on his back so large it almost resembled Russia.

"I'm not really keen on another game, my welts lasted over a week."

"I mean, I'm up for it."

"Steph of course you're up for it, you never lose."

"Tim it's not my fault that I'm the Ping Pong Queen."

"It sounds like you're afraid to lose again, Drake."

"YES COME ON LET'S GO!" Jason shot up again, smiling, hands up in the air.

"Um, I wasn't here last time, what's sting pong?" Duke almost had his hand up, like asking a question in class, it's an old, hard habit to break.

At this point Dick's face was in his hands, Damian and Cass had already moved to pick up their paddles ready for the first round. Dick was so tired of being the responsible one. "It's exactly like ping pong Duke, except whoever loses the point has to turn their back around while the other person gets a free shot to hit the ball as hard as possible into them."

Duke's face froze in slight horror, "Why is everything so violent with you guys?" The sound of the ball bouncing on the table back and forth had caught the attention of the other kids. Damian and Cass had already started. They held the longest rally record as they were equally stubborn and competitive.

As their rally continued the speed rose sharply, perspiration had started gathering on Damian's brow. The others had gathered around, watching intently while Jason rummaged through the fridge for drinks. OJ for Dick, Cola for Duke, Rootbeer for Steph, Lemonade for Tim and a beer for himself.

Tick, tick, tick. The ball bounced on the cold concrete floor, Cass stood at one end of the table basking in the glory of it's sound, while Damian had tossed his paddle to the side.

"Damn it!!" He yelled through gritted teeth, he looked up to Cass who motioned with her hand. "Turn." Damian turned his back and lifted his shirt up to his shoulders. In one swift motion the ball had smacked into the middle of Damian's back, a choir of 'ooo's came from around the table as they looked at the red welt that had already started forming. Damian was mumbling something under his breath as Tim tried to hide a little snicker, "probably a curse," Tim mused to Steph and Duke.

Jason picked up Damian's paddle on the floor, placing his glass atop the bar behind them. "Alright Dickie, we're up." Dick moved to Cass and exchanged her paddle for his glass of orange juice. "Okay, okay, alright. But I'm serving."

"Fine by me." Jay was shifting the weight through his feet in readiness for Dick's serve.

They were barely even 3 rallys in when Dick performedone of his signature trick shots, the ball bounced on the table then shot off in the opposite direction. Jason had lost. "FUCK!" Jason yelled. Dick smirked as Jason took his shirt off and turned his back towards Dick. "You wanted to play Little Wing, you have to suffer the consequences of losing."

"Shut it Dick and just hit the- OW!!" A red circle was left on Jason's right shoulderblade as the ball bounced his from his skin.

Dick walked back to join the others on the couch and check on Damian who was still mumbling. Losing wasn't a favourite thing of his. Steph jumped up out of her seat and moved to the table, she had brought her own paddle, it was eggplant to match her Spoiler costume. "Tim, you and me, let's go." Tim groaned in his seat, throwing his head back and sliding slightly forward. "Why me? Duke hasn't played a round yet." "No way, I'm not playing against Steph first round, I'll play Jason."

"See, Tim? Come on, you're up." Tim slid off the couch and up to his feet, walking to the table where Jason had left his paddle. Steph wore the crown and sash for a reason, no one could beat her and no one understands how. Tim believes that Cass easily could, but she enjoys seeing her friend happy as the Ping Pong Queen.

As Steph and Tim started their rally Dick sat next to Duke on the loungechair that had been previously occupied by Tim. "So, how many welts do you guys end up with after one night?"

"Well, normally if it was just 2 people you would keep playing until you had finished a proper match, since there are so many of us we play to one point for the first round so we all get a chance. You tend to end up with at least one welt from everyone. Unless you're Steph of course."

Dick had already grabbed another glass of OJ from the fridge, as Cass had claimed his original one.

"OUCH STEPH!!"

"Sorry! Love you!!"

Tim was rubbing his lower back as he walked back to the group, Damian's demeanour seemed to had changed the instant Tim was hit. A slight smirk on his face now.

"Y'know", Jason started, "last time, Damian walked away with a black eye."

"That's because this game is insane." Duke looked around at the losers rubbing various parts of their backs.

"Wait, if you only hit them on their back, then how did he get a black eye?"

Dick and Damian had already moved to the table to play their round, unaware of the conversation happening on the couches.

Cass barely moved as she continued watching Dick and Damian play, studying how to beat them during the next rounds. "Steph."

"Oh yeah, Steph punched him."

@livia-art and I came up with a little Ping Pong Tuesday HC for the Batfam, so here it is!

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Ranking : Martin Scorsese (1942-present)

Of all the places in the world that seem to be hubs for creative energy, New York stands high on my personal list of favorites, and when it comes to iconic New York filmmakers, there aren’t many that can hold a candle to the prolific career of Martin Scorsese. His appreciation for films, art and music blasts off the screen with the same energy as his kinetic cinematography and vibrant editing. Once he established himself as a mainstay in the industry, his list of collaborators evolved into a who’s who of acting legends, both old and new. His career spans just over 50 years, and even his latest film (his 25th in his catalog) went head to head with other contenders for the top awards of the year.

To put it bluntly, there is Martin Scorsese, and then there is a long list of imitators and those influenced by his genius. To rank his films is a true test of logic, patience and decision making, but after a few weeks of catching the 7 or so films I had yet to see, I think I can stand behind this list as my definitive ranking (from least to most favorite) of a director I hold in the highest regard.

25. Gangs of New York (2002) An honest attempt at an epic flick, but at the heart of the matter, I simply don’t care about either side in the battle Scorsese presents us. Set in New York City in the mid 19th Century during the Civil War, we are thrown into a generational battle where the two key figures have different goals... Bill the Butcher stands as antagonist in his fight to maintain power and control, while Amsterdam is our protagonist charged with a mission of revenge. In the end, neither side ends up mattering, very much like my personal experience with this all flourish, no foundation exercise in style.

24. Bringing Out the Dead (1999) Nicolas Cage was gearing up for the run that most people know him for now during the release of Bringing Out the Dead : he was coming off of Golden Globe and Academy Award wins for Leaving Las Vegas, but was quickly leaning towards films of a more exploitation-based style. This film marked a refinement of his wild-man persona, while simultaneously being one of the last high-level actor/director combinations he would be involved in before his mad dash to accept every film and avoid bankruptcy. New York is captured in a mid-transition point between the darkness of the 1970s and 1980s versus the Disney aesthetic of the new millennium, and while heavy on the entertainment factor (as well as visually striking), there is ultimately not enough on this plate to push it higher up the list.

23. The Color of Money (1986) If you had to do a quick gander at the Scorsese list and pick the film that, on paper, screams Hollywood, it’d be hard to argue against The Color of Money taking that top spot. A soft sequel to The Hustler, Scorsese picks up the Fast Eddie story in the 1980s (an era that oozes out of each and every frame of this film), and yet, despite this legendary move, the film is ultimately the Tom Cruise show. Scorsese’s trademark dollying and trucking camera shots work beautifully in the context of this film, but in a story that shines bright, the star of Cruise ultimately outshines all that remains.

22. Alice Doesn't Live Here Anymore (1974) After a few exploitation-based projects, it seemed that Martin Scorsese wanted to provide a slightly different change in perspective, albeit one that still dwells in the darker corners of life. Rather than deal with the streets of New York or crime, Alice Doesn’t Live Here Anymore is a study on broken homes, single parenthood and domestic violence that oscillates between the view of the titular Alice and her young son. Harvey Keitel gives another strong performance as a Scorsese regular, while Ellen Burstyn shines in a transitional role towards more mature performances. Seeing Scorsese camera movements coopted into a more down to Earth story was refreshing.

21. The Departed (2006) Many people would have assumed that The Departed would be higher on a list of Scorsese films based solely on the cast... pairing Leonardo DiCaprio opposite Matt Damon in a tension-filled triangle with Jack Nicholson is a bold combination in its own right, but surrounding this nucleus with Martin Sheen, Mark Wahlberg, Alec Baldwin, Kevin Corrigan, Anthony Anderson and supporting actors of that ilk creates a rich showcase of talent. Stylistically, everything you need is there too, as Scorsese proved time and again that films of this nature were his wheelhouse. That being said, the story itself, an adaptation of the 2002 Hong Kong thriller Infernal Affairs, takes a few liberties in its adaptation that ultimately are to the detriment of the narrative. Kudos to Scorsese for putting this one together, and too bad for him that the choices of William Monahan knocked what could have been a mega-classic way down the list.

20. New York, New York (1977) New York, New York is one of the most unique offerings from the Scorsese canon for a number of reasons. Of all his films, this one is probably the one that can be considered a “style exercise” more than the rest, as it oscillates between obvious sets and real locations before blurring the lines between the two. Long gaps of time are given to fully executed musical numbers (a must when a talent like Liza Minnelli is involved), and traditional methods of songwriting and performance are given their due respect. The exercise portion, however, comes in the newer acting styles that are infused into the old school structure... improvisation and aggressive physicality are used to put a deeper, disturbing red tint on an era often presented through a rose-colored lens. While interesting at times, the nearly three hour run time of the film begins to wear on the limits of the style, which ultimate leaves the film feeling more like a personal indulgence than a statement on changing times. For the iconic title track alone (and the buildup to its release), this film is worth seeing, but in terms of its placement in the realm of other Scorsese films, it may have to grow on me a while to find a higher placement on the list.

19. Boxcar Bertha (1972) Originally, this film was much lower on the list, largely due to its chronological placement between Who’s That Knocking at My Door and Mean Streets seeming odd to me. Upon revisitation, however, it stands clear and present that this film served as an exercise in the process of directing and organizing a shoot. With its period-specific placement, ensemble cast and action sequences, it was bound to be compared to (and ultimately overshadowed by) the formidable Bonnie and Clyde, but Boxcar Bertha has a few key moments in it (including a stellar final action sequence) that places it near the middle of the Scorsese canon, even with it being his second film.

18. Who's That Knocking at My Door? (1967) For all of the refinement that Scorsese found in his second film, his debut film, the stunning Who’s That Knocking at My Door?, stands as testament to the fact that Scorsese brought his many gifts to the table from day one. What started as a student graduate film grew into a speculative project, only to find 25th hour funding that allowed it a festival run and a proper release. The film took many years to complete and release, to the point that keen viewers will notice Harvey Keitel’s boyish, soft good looks morph into the sharper, edgier intense profile we came to recognize in Mean Streets and the films that followed. The energetic cinematography, respect of film as a medium, stellar music choices, defiance of youth, toxic masculinity and realistic look at relationships are all here, making this debut a hidden gem in the Scorsese canon.

17. The Wolf of Wall Street (2013) Seeing Scorsese retread old stylistic ground (as opposed to infusing his style into newer projects) is an interesting take, and for what my opinion is worth, The Wolf of Wall Street feels like Goodfellas for white collar criminals. In theory (and, in some aspects of the film, in reality), the experiment does work, but ultimately, this film finds its placement in the middle realms simply because we are given infinite sizzle off of what amounts to a very thin steak. Goodfellas works because it is carried by the weight of omerta, but The Wolf of Wall Street focuses on a culture where status comes from self-appointed importance, which ultimately makes for an attempted redemption story for despicable people.

16. The Irishman (2019) Seeing actors the stature of Robert De Niro, Joe Pesci and Al Pacino combine forces for a film is always a major event, but until 2019, those combinations have been limited to duos. When Netflix announced its intention to release The Irishman in 2019, people were not only intrigued on Scorsese’s take on the Jimmy Hoffa story, but seeing De Niro, Pesci and Pacino in the same film for the first time. For what it was worth, the trio lived up to all expectations, with the only bittersweet criticism being wishes that the three could have found a way to work together prior to the twilight of their careers. The historical drama is high quality, with Hoffa’s larger than life persona captured perfectly by Pacino, and bolstered by the dramatic chops brought to the table by De Niro and Pesci. The film is a tad on the long side, and the de-aging process tips into the realm of the uncanny valley due to the older actors’ physicality, but for a 25th film 52 years into an illustrious career, The Irishman must be recognized for the triumph that it is.

15. The Aviator (2004) Much like The Wolf of Wall Street, I avoided The Aviator for years simply because I have no interest or fascination with Howard Hughes. I was very much aware of his financial stature, his innovations as an aviator, his rocky love life and his personal demons that plagued him, but for my money’s worth, I was fine without seeing it presented on the big screen. In an effort to cover all the bases for a director I hold in high esteem, however, I made the decision to finally check out The Aviator, and for every element of the film I previously had no interest in, an element was presented that won me over. Cate Blanchett and Adam Dunn put on two of the strongest performances in the entire realm of Scorsese films, and the XF-11 crash sequence is possibly one of the grandest and well executed in any Scorsese film. Leave it to Martin Scorsese to make a powerful film about an individual I care nothing about and nearly crack the top ten with that effort.

14. Hugo (2011) Up to the point of watching Hugo, I knew nothing about it. About halfway through Hugo, I had to stop and look up how the film was received, as it was simply stunning, and sure enough, it was a monster in terms of award nominations and wins. I never would have pegged Scorsese as the type to direct a kid’s film, but in all honesty, that ‘kid’s film’ title is used as a façade for a love letter to film in general, and the groundbreaking work of Georges Méliès specifically. The look of the film is otherworldly, the energy is light, kinetic and infectious, and even a mostly slapstick performance by Sacha Baron Cohen yields surprising emotional depth when given the opportunity to do so. While just missing the top ten, Hugo easily stands as the number one surprise on this list in terms of pre-viewing expectations (of which there where none) versus post-viewing thoughts (of which there are many). Knowing that Hugo exists lets me know that one day, if I have children, and they want to know why I love film so much, I will have a film on the level of Cinema Paradiso to share with them and (hopefully) help foster a love of film they can call their own.

13. Casino (1995) For a time, this film stood as the last work containing the vibrant combination of Martin Scorsese, Robert De Niro and Joe Pesci, a trio of high energy creatives known for putting their all into their projects. Casino felt like a spiritual successor to Goodfellas, focusing on a lavish but secretive lifestyle with high stakes and even higher consequences. An instantly iconic movie, Casino felt like the end of an era in regards to gangster fare for Scorsese, opting instead for more challenging projects, adaptations of other books and films, or personal passion projects. It would be nearly 25 years later before Scorsese would touch similar subject matter or work with these actors again, but had Casino been the last of Scorsese’s so-called “gangster” films, I believe the world would have been happy with that.

12. Kundun (1997) To make one religious-based film in a career is a bold move to some, but I am hard-pressed to think of any director that made films on two different religions who didn’t explicitly make religious films. With that in mind, it is incredibly impressive that Martin Scorsese was able to make a film as moving and objective as Kundun after making such a bold take on religion as The Last Temptation of Christ. The film centers around the discovery, growth and eventual escape to India in light of growing aggression from China. In all honesty, I had my doubts as to whether or not the Scorsese style would work for this story, especially in light of the lack of cooperation from Tibet and China, but somehow, Scorsese’s amazing signature camerawork captures the unique spirit and essence surrounding the Dalai Lama. I’d heard of this film for years, but never got around to it until it was time to make this list, but I will almost certainly try to find a copy to own in the near future.

11. The King of Comedy (1982) What an odd left turn in regards of career trajectory for both Scorsese and De Niro. With three collaborations already under their belt (not to mention The Godfather II already being a well-established classic), it would have been easy to imagine the duo putting another notch on the gangster film genre belt. What we are given, however, is the yang to the yin of Taxi Driver : our protagonist is a statement on personal conviction and the trappings of instant stardom, our antagonist is a statement on star fascination and the high costs of celebrity, and our satellite characters directly reflect the toxicity certain fandoms can be capable of. Scorsese sets aside his normal flourish and camera moves for a mixing of film and video mediums, as well as a completely new sense of freedom in regards to the highly improvised nature of the film. Its influence on recent successful films like Joker is undeniable, but I’d argue that Joker lacks the heart, sincerity and realistic bite present in The King of Comedy.

10. After Hours (1985) Of all the “new to me” Scorsese flicks I finally viewed while preparing this list, After Hours stands as my favorite discovery of the bunch. I was marginally familiar with the film, both from my younger days in video stores and from friend recommendations, but for some reason, when Scorsese time arrived, After Hours seemed to never be on the docket. That oversight, however, will now be a thing of the past. This film feels like a personal challenge to Woody Allen in regards to how one should make a New York-based romantic comedy, and I’d be hard pressed to share any shortcomings or failures present in this comedic masterpiece. One of the few films that can be both a product of its era and a timeless classic, and one that should be much more recognized in the Scorsese canon.

9. Shutter Island (2010) Me hesitating or not getting around to Scorsese films seems to be a bit of a common theme here, but there was literally no excuse for me to take this long to get around to Shutter Island. Despite knowing the premise of the story (and even having the ending somewhat spoiled for me), I still found the impact of the final moments just as powerful as I imagine I would have going into this film blind. Some people will likely argue this statement, but in my opinion, this was the best Leonardo DiCaprio performance captured by Martin Scorsese. The asylum setting is wonderfully bleak, and the psychological horrors it infers create a vibrant playground for some of the most stunning visual symbolism that Scorsese has ever committed to film. Don’t be like me if you’ve not gotten around to Shutter Island yet, because it’s a thrill ride more than worth the price of admission, and a rewarding repeat viewer.

8. Mean Streets (1973) Mean Streets may have been Martin Scorsese’s third film, but for many fans, it was the first true indicator of the brilliance that was to come. A true New York film through and through, it not only presented fans with a stronger Harvey Keitel performance than Who’s That Knocking at My Door?, but it introduced the world to the palatable tandem of Scorsese and De Niro that would go on to lead to years and years of iconic performances. The use of altering aspect ratios is something that I wish Scorsese would have continued to use more often, but in all honesty, Mean Streets has style to spare. This the film that I love to recommend when people start ranting and raving about Goodfellas, and more often than not, it impresses those unfamiliar with it just as much.

7. The Age of Innocence (1993) Martin Scorsese’s love of film is widely known and well documented, but The Age of Innocence goes an additional step further by displaying Scorsese’s love of art. The film also is one of the most touching displays of unrequited love that Scorsese has committed to film, a slight alteration from his normal infusion of love stories trying to sustain in the surrounding chaos of gangs, crime, religion and so on. Daniel Day-Lewis, Michelle Pfeiffer and Winona Ryder all give standout performances in this masterfully directed film. If Gangs of New York was meant to be the definitive old school New York film in the Scorsese canon, then The Age of Innocence is the unintended definitive New York film from Scorsese, with some European touches thrown in for good measure.

6. Cape Fear (1991) Of the many, many iconic performances that Robert De Niro has given Martin Scorsese, I’d be hard pressed not to put his characterization of Max Cady at the top by a clear margin. Cape Fear was already a classic film adaptation of The Executioners when it was first released in 1957, but De Niro pulled two fast ones with his update : in terms of casting, especially with the aforementioned De Niro, Scorsese brought the harrowing story into a much darker, recent world, therefore increasing the tension by upping the ante for violent retribution, while at the same time, paying direct homage to the original by having Elmer Bernstein adapt the original Bernard Herrmann score. Juliette Lewis also provided a breakout performance in this modern day classic, and possibly the film that provided the most tense debate in terms of placement, as we will get into with the next film.

5. Silence (2016) Despite being one of the most recent Martin Scorsese films, this one’s limited release meant that I missed it during its initial run, and the lack of streaming service placement essentially erased it from my memory. I was certainly intrigued about watching it for this list, and it ended up being the last film viewed. Going into it, it felt like a sort of religious take on Saving Private Ryan, but it didn’t take long for the film to start dealing out much heavier cards in terms of faith, belief systems and cross-cultural contamination. The Last Temptation of Christ showed that Scorsese could find nuance and secular drama from a holy tale, and Kundun showed that he could make a religious icon a relatable human figure struggling to grasp his divine appointment. Silence is the work of a wise, steady hand, however, like some sort of cinematic parable or testament to faith in the face of crippling doubt and danger. Scorsese is certainly still moved by the idea of faith, and he uses Andrew Garfield to display this in some of the most powerful moments that he has ever created or captured for his films. For those who have not seem the film, this placement may feel a bit high, but I would not be surprised if, given time and proper amounts of reflection, it makes its way higher.

4. Raging Bull (1980) The placement of Raging Bull and Cape Fear was the biggest hurdle I was forced to overcome in the creation of this list. Robert De Niro is powerfully captivating in both films, though I would personally give his performance as Max Cady the nod over his embodiment of Jake LaMotta, but when it comes down to the brass tacks of it all, Raging Bull is ultimately the better of the two films. The raw, black and white look of LaMotta’s life already provides a gritty, unflattering portrait of a savage and uncouth man looking for beauty in the world, but that beauty he searches for appears in the boxing sequences with no apologies. The airy look, mainly caught by dynamic slow motion photography, works in tandem with the abrasive first-person views of the combatants, not to mention the direct nature of the combat itself as the viewer is often placed directly in the line of fire. The involvement of the real LaMotta within the film provides a nice button to the superb acting put on display by De Niro, Joe Pesci, Cathy Moriarty and the numerous actors used to portray the opponents of LaMotta.

3. The Last Temptation of Christ (1988) Call it a trope if you like, but it feels like every great (or aspiring) director has a film in them that is driven by religion in some capacity. The Last Temptation of Christ is unique in this sense because it takes the story of the accusations, betrayal, trial and eventual crucifixion of Jesus and turns it into a deeply faith-based suspense thriller. Many of the familiar beats we know from the Bible are re-contextualized as visions, mystic tests of faith, carnal desires driven by lust, and nihilistic views infringing upon deep indoctrination. Willem Dafoe plays a Jesus that is bitter in his acceptance of his fate, Harvey Keitel plays a wonderfully opportunistic Judas, and Barbara Hershey plays a very modernized version of a woman forced to use her body for survival that is suddenly trapped between necessity and passion. The film hinges on the verge of becoming a soap opera without falling into the trappings that come with such high drama, and the walkup to the film’s amazing final sequence puts you in the emotional passenger's seat while Jesus takes the wheel and steers directly into his fate. A dramatically powerful yet brutally sincere take on an iconic, revered and sensitive subject matter.

2. Goodfellas (1990) Is there any original praise left to bestow upon this movie? To focus on the imperfections of this film is an act of futility, as they are mostly non-existent. Some of Martin Scorsese’s best examples of his iconic camera movement, editing techniques, still frames, writing gleaned from personal experience, soundtrack use, loose historical connections and dark humor are found within the confines of Goodfellas. If you’ve seen in actor in any television show or film that had any connection to the mob prior to Goodfellas or since, it is more than likely that that actor was in Goodfellas, even if only briefly. Using Henry Hill as both an outsider and insider perspective is a brilliant narrative stroke, as he can get close to the top, but can never have it all, making him essentially a fly on the wall bursting with charisma and personality. They highs are as epic as the lows are tragic, and for most people, it is the first film that comes to mind when the name Martin Scorsese is mentioned. This could have very easily been the number one film on my list, but anyone who has been visiting this blog with a keen eye for detail probably figured out my favorite Scorsese film the first time they visited the DOOMonFILM blog.

1. Taxi Driver (1976) Since the day that I started this film blog, there has been one image at the top of the page : Travis Bickle in the porn theater (with his face replaced by my logo) from the iconic Taxi Driver. There’s not a single element that I can put my finger on for this film, but there are certainly a number of elements that do speak to me : the isolation that Travis faces, the journal-like narration that drives the story forward, the hypnotic nature of both Bernard Herrmann score and the repetitive taxi cab shots and the vivid camera movements are all burnt firmly into my brain. Everyone that makes up the main cast for this film kills in their performance, and the ending of the film is not only a brutal one, but an ironic one in regards to where Travis lands in the eyes of those who make up the world of the film. Martin Scorsese has made more amazing films than some directors have made, period (amazing or otherwise), but for my money’s worth, none of them are as powerful or well put together as Taxi Driver.

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Blood Daffodils.

Hello!! OMG, I can’t believe I’m finally posting this chapter ✨ I’m so so nervous but I just wish that you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it 💕 Let me know what you thought in the comments! 🙌🏻 Ps. I’ve checked but I’m sorry if you find any errors in this one.

Chapter 15: You Take My Breath Away.

Draco knew that running away, bargaining with death, having your best-friend/ex-boyfriend (if he could call Theo that) turn himself into a Death Eater, and being currently hunting horcruxes, could change a person and their perspective of life. That was why his first reaction to him noticing the Golden Trio’s behavior was: maybe I’m just paranoid.

Yeah, right.

They were hiding. They were keeping secrets. They were lying to his face about it, saying that absolutely nothing was going on. Draco was starting to get really pissed off about it.

He was climbing up the stairs when he heard the love quarrel that actually wasn’t one.

“He has to tell him before that, Mione” Weasley whispered rather loudly. It was weird that the muffliato wasn’t in place, most of the times Ron was the one who reminded everyone about it.

“I’m not talking this with you, Ronald. You heard him loud and clear yesterday.”

Wild guess: they were talking about Potter. It was a pretty heavy assumption because yesterday the two of them almost didn’t talk to Draco nor James and Sirius.

“He is lying. How can you not see it? You’re supposed to be the brightest witch our age!”

“Okay, so you want to risk it then? Go on. Do it yourself. I don’t want that on my conscience.”

The flowers in his lungs started to scratch him. He was just hoping that they weren’t talking about the Hanahaki... There were little things that Granger wasn’t willing to do, and telling Harry the truth about Draco’s condition was one of them. Weasley had held it in for longer than he expected, he guessed that it was only because he couldn’t be a hundred percent sure that Potter loved him back. The only thing that everyone in the house knew for sure was that Potter fancied Draco, and Draco fancied Potter. There was this grey area where Sirius and Mr. Potter looked at him funny whenever he was with Harry and, occasionally, he wondered if actually everyone knew that Potter fancied Draco, and that Draco was hopelessly in love with Potter.

He walked toward Granger’s room and knocked.

“...Yes?” She said.

“Can I come in?” Draco asked gently.

Soon enough, the door was being opened and Weasley was looking at him worriedly. He couldn’t blame him, Draco only was this gentle when something was wrong.

“I’m bored.” He stated in a lame attempt of getting them to stop talking about whatever nonsense they were talking about.

“Well, I’m going to take a shower.” Replied Granger as she grabbed her change of clothes and walked off her room. Weasley followed with her eyes and then turned to look at Draco.

“I’m going to start cockblocking you and Harry if you interrupt me and Mione one more time, ferret.”

“Does it really count as cockbloking if I interrupted when you were sitting two meters away from each other? And fighting?”

“Considering that you and Harry had like five and a half years of fighting as flirting then yes”

Draco blushed and pulled a face.

“We weren’t flirting.”

“Maybe he wasn’t (which I doubt) but you were.” Weasley said as it was the most obvious thing in the world before asking him to play chess with him.

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Dear Theodore:

You would know if someone were planning to stab you behind your back, right? Because sometimes I feel like this disgrace to Salazar’s name for trusting people too much. I trusted you to choose to run away with me, for instance... Okay, low shot, sorry.

I’m panicking. Potter, Granger and Weasley are acting weird and my flowers are hurting me more than usual, like a warning maybe? And I don’t know what the hell to do. I don’t have a clue about why they are hiding things. I asked James and Sirius about it and the only one who has the same feeling as I have is my cousin. Mr. Potter says that it’s just because we have trust issues. If I’m lucky enough James is right and this is all in my head.

It would be so much help to have you around, you’d wouldn’t be afraid to call this fuckers out in their stupidity. I try not to be afraid to say what I think but I fear that I can’t afford having another fight with Harry after the last one, i coughed enough flowers as it is.

Please be safe and don’t be stupid,

Draco.

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He was finishing his make up. It felt weird to care for something so banal and shallow in the middle of a war... But it was his first date with Potter in his entire life so sue him for acting as it were the only thing in the world that mattered right now.

When Harry has asked him out the flowers almost tried to jump off his lungs to get to the boy. Their awful timing was something truly remarkable. Potter watched the petals fall from Draco’s mouth and his face darkened. Before he could take back the offer, he responded enthusiastically:

“Yes, I would love to.” With a smile to match his happiness. Potter nodded and smiled right back at him and Draco thought that he was going to pass out from the tickles alone.

Now, as he was finishing applying the soft silver eyeshadow, he begged for the flowers to behave tonight. Coughs made Potter sad and nervous, so they needed to be kept at bay.

He looked at his reflection, taking in the image. Maybe it was too grey? He thought as he added some glittering white in the inner part of his eyelid, giving him a little more light in his look. As far as he knew, Potter liked when he used make up, he always got nervous and his cheeks turned red. The only logic assumption was that, yes, Harry liked him with make up.

What he didn’t know was whether if Potter liked his muggle clothes or his posh robes more... Draco always felt more attractive in muggles clothes, though. He guessed that remembering Theodore taking one look at him in muggle’s jeans and pushing him up against the door of the room of requirement to snog his face off had something to do with that. And Theo was a lot of things, but he truly had taste (aesthetically speaking) so Draco was going to trust him on this one.

He took one last look in the mirror. The black jeans hugged his legs leaving little to the imagination... They were Sirius’ actually, they just didn’t fit him anymore so he gave them to Draco as well as a lot of other stuff. The black combat boots were the only ‘not formal’ shoes he had and giving that he was wearing jeans he chose to wear them with the outfit. A tight black T-shirt and his favorite green oversized sweater too. He looked good, he just wished that Potter would think the same.

He left the bedroom and started to walk down to the kitchen. Harry had asked for him to meet him there, and he had absolutely no idea what the boy had in mind to achieve have a date in a house full of people. As he got closer the voices in the kitchen became clearer.

“I’m going to cry, Padfoot! Look at our boy.” Mr. Potter’s voice sounded so fond and sweet.

“Dad stop it!”

“I can’t believe that you actually matched your clothes, Harry. You didn’t even try when you dated Cho or Ginny.”

The daffodils started to dance when they heard Granger say those words. ‘WE ARE SPECIAL. WE ARE SPECIAL. WE ARE SPECIAL.’ He smiled softly and stopped himself from entering just so he could hear a little bit more.

“Do you remember the charms, Prongslet? If at some point you need them and you can’t remember just knock on our door, alright? Better safe than sorry-“ Sirius said and the flowers started to tickling him to death, his face was blushing. Good thing that Potter interrupted him.

“Shut up, Padfoot! As if you don’t remember making me take notes of the whole bloody talk.”

“Hey, don’t forget the silencing charms, mate” Weasley said playfully and Draco decided that Potter was tortured enough for one evening. He turned the knob and entered the kitchen.

As soon as he crossed the door, his eyes went directly to Potter who was standing right across of the room. He looked gorgeous, his jeans weren’t as baggy as they normally were, maybe someone tried to transfigure them for him. His flannel blue shirt contrasted with his beautiful green eyes. His hair wasn’t fixed, Draco guessed that Harry was aware that he liked it just as the bird’s nest that it was. And lastly but not less important: Potter’s cheap cologne was all over the room, it was the only thing that he was capable of smelling.

Harry was looking at him, frozen in place. The blush in his cheeks was quickly invading his entire face. Weasley pushed him in Draco’s direction, gaining a glare from Potter before the beautiful green eyes locked with his grey ones.

“Yo-You look n-nice, Malfoy.” The stuttering was so cute that the daffodils started to scream to kiss him senseless. Patience, you stupid flowers.

“Nice? He looks hot!” Weasley said with and indignant tone in his voice, Draco couldn’t help but to chuckle. He saw Granger punching the redhead in the arm and his friend let out a pained noise. “What? I don’t like blokes and even I see it.”

Potter was getting pretty annoyed with his friend so Draco decided to change the subject.

“You are not that bad yourself, Potty” He said smirking and Harry offered him a gorgeous smile.

The rest of them where whispering like children and Draco contains his urge to snort and tell them to fuck off.

The boy gestured to follow him and they went up the stairs. When he asked why he had suggested to meet in the kitchen, Potter responded that it was actually Sirius’ and Mr. Potter’s request; they had mentioned not being able to help Harry to choose his robes for the Yule ball or to give him dating advise in general, so maybe watching him go (even though they were staying in) to his date was like a symbolic thing for them.

They were standing in the hallway then, right in the middle of it. Harry took out his wand and mumbled an incantation as he pointed it to the ceiling. A wooden trap door manifested itself. Draco frowned.

“It’s the attic. I wanted to go somewhere but we can’t leave... Dad mentioned this to me.” He clarified before waving his wand and making the door open to reveal a wooden set of thin stairs that leaded to said attic. Potter made a playful bow and said: “After you, Sir”

Draco raised his eyebrows with an amused face and started to climb up the stairs, trying to hold on tight to the railing because the bloody thing was too steep. The flowers were dancing so happy that he felt dizzy.

“A true gentleman then.” The blond boy replied as he was four steps higher than the boy.

“Actually, I just wanted to look at your arse.” He said with that sassy and playful tone that Draco loved so much. He almost chocked with the petals as he snorted.

As soon as he saw it, he gasped. It was beautiful. There were shining color lights hanging above them, the only illumination that the room had... But there were hundreds, at least it seem so, the entire ceiling was covered up with them.

“Did you do this...?” He asked, his eyes still fixed in the beautiful lights.

“Yeah... Found them up here. Sirius used to be obsessed with Christmas lights... He charmed them to work without electricity, says that it took him about four months.” The boy walked towards where he was and looked up as well. “My grandparents used to hang them around the house for the holidays, Dad told me that they didn’t like them much, but Padfoot was so happy when my Grandmother offered the first time that they started to hang them every year.”

“Euphemia sounds like an angel.” And when he turned to look at him, the boy was smiling warmly and nodding.

The date was wonderful. Harry had prepared a picnic, they ate on the floor with a blanket and cushions that were a whole more prettier than the ones that were at the living room. Draco suspected that the boy had transfigured them himself.

They ate and talked and laid over the blanket to watch the lights above them. Draco was fascinated with them and Harry apparently was fascinated with Draco, because he could feel his eyes on him... All the time. The flowers couldn’t stop tickling him.

“Draco.” The green eyed boy called for him.

Something in him shifted. When he turned his head to look at those marvelous green eyes, he was hit with unimaginable want. The Daffodils, him, it was all the same now. Because Potter did this for him. He worked so hard to give Draco this, to show that he cared... Even if it never got to love, how could he keep avoiding this?

“Harry.” He responded, almost like a whisper.

The dark-haired boy ran his fingers through his hair and Draco shivered, closing his eyes.

“I’m so glad that you saved me in fifth year.” Potter said, so honest and kind. Draco could have cried of happiness just from those words alone. The flowers twirled inside of him. “I’m so happy that you are here.” He wanted to kiss him, it felt like it was the only thing in the world that mattered.

“I’m happy to be here too. With you” Draco added softly before leaning, closing the short distance that was between them, and pressing his lips over Harry’s.

The unbearable need to be with him, to be as close to him as it was physically possible, felt like fire... It felt like a fire that came from deep within him, bright and hot, burning everything in its path... Somehow it felt like the flowers were part of it too, like they were dancing around Draco’s heart, in the middle of the fire and they were enjoying every second of it.

Everything felt so new... The way that Harry was grabbing his sweater, the noises he made, his gorgeous green eyes reflecting the colorful lights that shone above them... It felt so new, so perfect... And he felt so utterly, irrevocably, in love with this boy... No, this man. Because that was what Harry had become, that was who he was kissing senseless, the man he was in love with: Harry James Potter.

And he couldn’t find it in him to hold back anymore. Maybe the flowers would get even more clingy and needy after this, but who cared? It didn’t matter. It was meaningless compared to Harry. Everything was meaningless compared to him.

Being so close to him was perfect, it felt like their bodies were made for each other... That their paths were meant to cross, to give them this. Even with all the fights, the banter, their different values and opinions..

They were made to learn from each other. They were meant to know the other so well that, even without speaking a kind word for five years, they could still understand each other. They were meant to slowly accept the other, with every flaw and every strength... They were meant to learn how the other smiled, cried and kissed.

And Draco gave Harry a part of his heart with every touch, with every single kiss and praise that he whispered into his ear. He gave him whatever he could, feeling like the luckiest person in the world...

Even with the Hanahaki, even if this was just temporary... He didn’t regret a single thing.

Later that night, in Potter’s bedroom, after they climbed down the stairs of the attic, still kissing as they smiled, trying not to fall, Draco found himself with Harry sleeping soundly on his chest. The Daffodils were so drugged that he could barely feel them. The smell of Potter was different, mixed with his smell...

As he closed his eyes, the lyrics of the song just appeared in his head. It was weird because he never particularly felt attached to that song... Not like with the others... But he just kept singing it in his head until he fell asleep.

Look into my eyes and you'll see

I'm the only one

You've captured my love

Stolen my heart

Changed my life

Every time you make a move

You destroy my mind

And the way you touch

I lose control and shiver deep inside

You take my breath away

You can reduce me to tears

With a single sigh

(Please don't cry anymore)

Every breath that you take

Any sound that you make

Is a whisper in my ear

I could give up all my life for just one kiss

I would surely die

If you dismiss me from your love

You take my breath away

So please don't go

Don't leave me here all by myself

I get ever so lonely from time to time

I will find you

Anywhere you go, I'll be right behind you

Right until the ends of the Earth

I'll get no sleep till I find you to tell you

That you just take my breath away

I will find you

Anywhere you go

Right until the ends of the Earth

I'll get no sleep till I find you to

Tell you when I've found you -

I love you

#drarry #fanfic #fanfiction #prongsfoot

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Where Time Takes Us

Destination - Part 1

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Watch the home while she is off to war

The Slumber King versus the rearing boar

Awake, arise, do not be blind

To tales and destinies entwined

In the world we said that we would leave behind

— excerpt from folk song, The World Behind, writer unknown, dated back to the Era of Myth

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6 months, 3 weeks, and 3 days before the Hyrule Castle Slaughter, the Akkala Citadel Massacre, the slaying of the Champions, the death of the hero, and the rise of Calamity Ganon...

Her job ends on doomsday.

She should be working, and truly she wanted to, but circumstances had led her to walk towards the echoing laughter.

Already trying to prepare the quip she would throw back at them, (as undoubtedly they’d complain about her being late again), the researcher weaved through the familiar roads of West Castle Town. Most of the houses were dark, with the only light source coming from the occasional flickering lantern, and the pale complexion of the midnight moon. Needless to say, it made the warm glow of The Adequate’s Tavern stand out all the more as she approached.

Another roar of laughter and shouts escaped from an open window on the south side of the pub. The bags under her eyes curved with her smile as she recognized one of the voices. She absentmindedly traced her fingers along the outer walls of the tavern as she walked, loose chips of faded blue paint falling to the pavement below. The wooden sign above the door creaked with its askew weight. The Adequate’s Tavern was printed in bold, blue letters atop a faded yellow outline. The missing e’s and t’s gave evidence to the building’s true quality.

Pushing open the door, the researcher was met with a swirl of familiar scents, ranging from alcohol, apples, bread, and leather, along with a smokiness coming from the fireplace near the back of the bar.

Closing the door behind her, she walked through the entrance, passing under a wooden overhang, and alongside a long, stone-slated bar counter. She overheard a conversation between the barkeep and a waiter.

“Yes, they’re here again, so get out there already!”

“The scientists?” the waiter asked.

The man started shoving her towards the storage door behind the bar. “Yes, yes, now hurry up and stock up on that apple cider. I’ve already turned four full pitchers from the three of them, and the fourth is no doubt on the way. We can turn a bigger profit from those kids than any random alcoholic that stumbles in here tonight!”

The waiter disappeared into the back, and the barkeep was left muttering by the counter. Chuckling to herself, the researcher moved away, starting to search for the scientists in question. Other than a single, beige wall that separated the edge of the bar with a support beam in the middle of the room, the pub was very open and lively. Square and circular tables were littered across the floor in mismatched patterns, ranging from oak brown to birch white. Clearly, aesthetic was not the centerpoint of the place.

She walked about the pub, scanning the faces of the men and women alike who crowded by the booths and tables. The tavern mainly housed a sea of Hylians, who let out the occasional drunken laugh, or hearty chuckle. It was a miracle she could hear her thoughts at all, as the air was rich with the sound of clattering dishware and the patter of dancing feet, as in a small corner to the left was a semi-circle stage housing a small band. A Hylian man with umber dark skin, much like her own, blew away at a Lurelin-made, seashell harmonica. To his left, a blonde woman extended her arm in quick and elegant strokes with a bow and fiddle. Two others struck away on small drums and bells, and the playful gig they performed had gotten several people up from their feet to dance for Hylia knows how long. The music wasn’t terrible, but she had heard better, from a certain Sheikah in particular...

As if fate had read her thoughts, she finally caught sight of her friends.

It hindsight, it was easy enough to expect the bard to be at the table closest to the stage. Yet, it was probably the three heads of cloud white, Sheikah hair that gave them away the quickest. A young teenage boy sat across a square table from two other Sheikah, a boy and a girl. He was looking at nothing in particular, as he plucked away at his lute, presumably tuning it. Wrapped around his head was a small cluster of green wooden beads, woven with brown string. They dotted like a line of stars in his fluffy, white hair, alternating between pine and sage shades. The knot tying the strings and beads around his head hung loosely like vines just by his right ear. He was just asking to look like a starstruck, homeless traveler, if it weren’t for the bright red cape pinned across his shoulders. The golden, Hyrulean emblem holding the crimson cloth together signified his status as an important worker of the palace. Although, no one would be surprised that this thin, skinny teenager was a bard and court poet, and not a royal knight.

Suddenly, the bard looked up and met her gaze, a pair of warm, red eyes catching the light of familiarity. He patted the empty seat next to him and said something to the other two Sheikah in front of him. One of them looked back, a young man with storm wild hair that seemed to part like lightning. He had a beige, long sleeve coat over a red tunic, as was the classic Sheikah style. However, the style of his white jacket told of his rank as a scientist. With chocolate eyes and a contagious grin, he nudged the girl next to him and fake coughed.

The young woman wore roughly the same outfit, although she had a navy blue skirt and boots compared to the other guy’s black pants and shoes. Her eyes were also red, albeit, with a more striking scarlet color, compared to the other boy’s warmer wine shade. Looking back, she adjusted her bright, Sheikah red, round, sparkly, diamond decorated glasses, complete with white accents that matched her hair. It was pulled in a messy bun, a hairstyle that her close friends knew was less for looks, and more for practical purposes, as supposedly, “the stupid strands always find ways to bother my eyes. No, stop, I don’t need a comb! My eyeballs are just sensitive, okay?”

Pivoting past a waiter, the researcher finally moved closer to the trio, brushing her curly dark hair above her shoulders as she prepared for the sarcasm to begin.

The stormy eyed scientist spoke first.

“Purah, Purah! Is that...a ghost I see? It looks like Adello, but I feel like I haven’t seen her in a century, I surely thought her dead! Am I being…haunted?”

Purah turned in her seat and gave a fake gasp. She adjusted her red rimmed glasses at the sight of her. “You’re right, Robbie! I’ve heard about these spirits. They only come at midnight under a full moon, and they appear when you have friends that don’t know how to time manage and haunt you by coming to your birthday party with their terrible fashion sense 45 minutes late!” She clapped her hands along with the syllables of “45 minutes” to let her point be known.

Robbie awed at Adello in sarcastic wonder, and the boy across from him exhaled out of his nose with a smile.

Adello put a hand on her hip. “Save your breath, I was just working a bit overtime on the Divine Beast sketches. You know, work? For the jobs that we all have? So we can pay our taxes and shit? Unfortunately, not all of us have fancy salaries Mrs. Royal Scientist.”

Purah turned to Robbie, pulling down her glasses and looking at him sternly. “See, this is another trait of these kinds of spirits. They’re cursed to only say excuses for eternity.”

He shook his head. “Coupled with the fact that their fashion only ever consists of one color? Truly, a terrible fate for a ghost indeed.”

Adello narrowed her eyes. Smoothing out her juniper colored tunic, she said, “Okay, first off, green is a great color on me, it pairs well with my skin tone. You’re both just blind, no wonder you need glasses.” Purah put a hand on her chest dramatically, but she continued. “Plus, I’d really rather not get fired since that ceremony thing with those Champions is tomorrow and, as you all know, I just got that promotion.”

The researcher propped a black leather boot up on the empty chair by the table, flipping her jet black hair dramatically. “How does it feel to be in the presence of someone with an actual on-the-field career?”

Purah stuck out her tongue, and Robbie cupped his hands and booed. However, the boy sitting on the other side of the fourseated table gave a celebratory strum of his lute, giving Adello’s pose a bright background flourish with a few upbeat chords.

She winked. “Thank you Zimiri, at least someone can recognize skill.” The bard gave a little bow with his head, grinning. “A few chords is all it takes to enhance a dramatic, late night entrance.”

Adello chuckled, finally sitting down in the empty seat beside him. The old oaken chair and floor creaked under the new weight. Robbie let out a huff.

“You kids need to learn to respect your elders.” He announced the word “respect” with the tip of his tongue. The researcher rolled her eyes.

“Ah yes, a whole one year gap between us. What astounding age and experience that these elders emit.” She gestured at Robbie and Purah with a sweep of her arm.

“Uh, excuse me, but I believe in my case it’s now double that. A whole two years, my dear, naive child. For as of 4 hours ago, I now emit the knowledge of an existence spanning two decades!” Now it was his turn to pose dramatically, pointing towards the ceiling.

Everyone at the table groaned, turning to occupy themselves with something else. Purah started writing in her journal which she pulled out from her satchel, and Adello started to become very interested with the ceiling. Zimiri continued to pluck nothings on his lute.

Robbies crossed his arms, his white long sleeves folding across the Sheikah red shirt underneath. “Oh I see! So when Adello brags, she gets a musical accompaniment, but when I do it, it’s suddenly annoying and embarrassing?”

Adello smirked to herself, and answered, “Yep, that’s how it goes!”

“Alright, you don’t get to speak, Miss I-don’t-know-how-to-be-punctuation!”

Purah promptly smacked Robbie over the head with a pen.

“Hey! W—”

“The word is punctual, you idiot.”

Robbie slumped his shoulders and made a face. He tapped his thumb and fingers together, mimicking the opening and closing of a mouth while he muttered mockingly in Purah’s tone under his breath.

Purah finished off a note in her journal before turning to the rest of the table. “Alright Adello, time to catch up. We’ve been playing ‘Till You Spill and I’ve already got some juicy stuff in here!”

Turning the pages of her journal towards Adello, she gave a chaotic grin. “Last round, Zimiri revealed that he once got teary eyed in front of the King himself after reading a poem about clouds.”

Zimiri raised his hands in defense. “Look, the clouds were an analogy for lost childhood innocence and I got choked up with that author’s amazing choice of imagery and descriptions, okay?”

Purah pointed her pen at him to hush, and continued. “Of course, him being a sentimental dork isn’t anything new, so he lost that round to Robbie who revealed the identity of his first crush.”

Zimiri muttered something about the game being rigged towards the birthday boy, but Adello talked over him, excitedly.

“Ooohhhh? Robbie?? Who are they?” She propped up her elbows and cradled her chin in her hands, excited at the prospect of more embarrassing information she could hang over his head.

He mumbled, looking to Purah for assistance, but she only cupped a hand over her ear, waiting for him to respond. “You all fuckin—” he sighed, “it’s…she’s…c-ch…” he avoided everyone’s gaze, “her name is...Cherry…”

Adello gasped, gleefully. “That girl from your old university?? The writer you hung out with!?”

Purah beamed, shaking Robbie’s shoulders excitedly. “I know right???” She loosened her grip and allowed him to wiggle out of her grasp for a moment. “Oh sweetie, campus days may be long gone for all of us prodigies and geniuses,” she flipped a few strands of her white hair with a turn of her head, “but I’m sure you’ll get her someday. You just gotta turn up the charm, find a way to woo with words. I’m sure writers love that.” Purah pulled down her glasses and gave a forced wink at him.

Adello tried to hold her tongue to no avail. “Pffft. Yeah, you can try wooing her with your punctuation.” This got a snicker out of Purah, and caused the birthday boy to blush furiously and slump further in his seat. Zimiri finally spoke up.

“Now, now, let’s all play nice. We don’t need to pester him further about it, he did win the round after all.”

“Uh, yeah. Speaking of the game, you still need to drink up, mister.” Purah slid a tan brown cup of apple cider towards him, the translucent contents sloshing around like muck in a gutter.

He leaned on the back two legs of his chair. “Isn’t it punishment enough to smell it? The cider isn’t even near my face and my mouth is already burning.”

She shrugged. “Them's the rules of ‘Till You Spill. Your secret sucked, so swig!”

The poet groaned, but complied. Tipping the cup towards his lips, Zimiri took a hearty slurp of the cider, much to everyone’s amusement. It felt like hot, molten copper mixed with old apple skins. How could something both burn and freeze your throat at the same time? He let out a gag, to which Adello patted him on the back with a short laugh.

Raising his posture, Robbie crowed, “When we finally have Zimiri’s birthday maybe then we’ll actually upgrade to the alcohol.”

Adello raised an eyebrow. “Uh, right, because the upgrade from disorientingly strong, smelly apple cider, is you two being flat out drunk. Right...”

Purah slammed both her fists down with pride, letting the cups and pitchers slosh a few amber colored drops onto the worn wooden table. “Bold of you to assume I’d drink at all, considering I’ve never lost a round! Mwahaha!” She blew a raspberry at her. “This tongue is apple free, baby.”

She gestured with her pinky and index finger at Zimiri and Adello. “Now, you two! The late combatant and the latest loser shall spill next. Give us your juicy gossip!!”

The bard, still reeling from his drink, leaned back in his chair and gave a nod toward Adello. “Ladies first?”

While she wasn’t undefeated in this drinking game, she sure as hell was playing to win. Especially since somebody needed to knock that smug expression off of Purah’s face. Adello thought to herself quickly.

Zimiri, no doubt, is probably gonna say something self-deprecating again, as he’s too nice to actually reveal anything embarrassing about anyone else. So...I just need to say something unexpected and interesting...perhaps something embarrassing about...hmm, I’ve already exhausted all my info about those cushy nobles and guards in past rounds…

Suddenly, she snapped her fingers. “The princess has a secret stuffed animal collection.” Seeing the light in her co-workers’ eyes twinkle, Adello knew she had chosen her words well. Purah leaned in. “Ooh? And how did you come across this juicy piece of information?” She rested her chin on an arm with an innocent smile.

“When I sent my application for the new job a few weeks ago, I gave it to the princess directly. It was late at night, and I bumped into her as she just left her room. The door was cracked open for a few seconds, before some royal, pompous guard slammed it right in my face. Yet, it wasn’t before I saw the pile of,” she counted on her fingers, “cow, sheep, bird, dog, and several horse stuffed animals piled high by her big, blue bed. I bet if I peeked for just a few more moments I could have found enough to pin her as a true horse girl.”

Robbie shrugged his shoulders, unconsciously rapping the table with his finger. “Well, speaking as a horse guy myself, I can attest to the fact that the childhood horse obsession phase never leaves, so I find Princess Zelda’s collection quite admirable.” He gave a nod towards Zimiri. “Either way, it’ll be tough to top that, Zim. Cute, yet slightly concerning, fact about our future queen? Quite the competition. Shall I signal the waiter for a refill now?”

Zimiri plucked a few more strings from his lute, before finally setting it down on the floor. He tilted his head, playfully. The string with sage green beads seemed to sway with the tavern’s music, and he spoke with a glint in his eyes. “Well, I might be faced with impending failure and ultimate defeat, but hells if I’m not one to try instead of mope.”

He combed his fingers through his messy, white hair, pondering his next choice of words. Fiddling with the beads and strings wrapped around it, he thought out loud.

“Let’s see...to top out on an embarrassing fact about a respected princess...it's natural to combat it with something...personal? That always seems to be the more valuable information in this game…” Adello shook her head. He was playing right into her hand.

“Well...Robbie won last round with the identity of Cherry...so, how about I dish out something similar. See, I’ve...uh…” he rubbed the back of his neck, “Oh! Well. Court poet, shrine researcher, the job gets you close with the princess...kinda...I’d like to think we’re close anyhow…” He mumbled the last part of his sentence and let out a short cough. Then, he went back to fiddling with his short, messy hair.

“So… ever since I moved into the castle, When did my mom move… five years now? I’ve, uh… had a crush on... Zelda…” He gave an uncertain grin, and raised the palm of his hands as if to ask, “well?”

At first he was met with silence. In his head, he started to celebrate the victory of his first ‘Till You Spill round in literal months. That was until he was met with groans and pitiful mutters.

“Oh Zimiri,” Purah sighed, “I was rooting for you too.” Seeing the bewilderment creep onto the poet’s face, Robbie answered the question before it even escaped his lips. “Literally everyone here knew that bud, it’s not a secret.”

The bard started to sputter, moving his hands in wild, questioning motions.

“But? Wha— I? You!? Didn’t you— I… W-Well I mean, I know Adello knew, I told her years ago, but you guys—”

“Oh my gods. Zimiri, you literally talk about her all the time, you’re totally in love. Given that we’re also the recipients of your long spiels and ballads about how ‘intelligent and thoughtful and amazing Zelda is,’” Purah said the words to mimic the tone of Zimiri’s honey sweet voice, “it’s exceptionally, extremely, very, very obvious.”

“R-Recognizing a person’s positive traits doesn’t instantly mean in love!”

The royal scientist leaned across the table and patted his head. “Right, but you also started attempting love songs a coincidental 2 weeks after starting your job of shrine research with her. Your eyes are already red, so whenever she passes by it’s like your pupils magically form into adoring hearts. Try to stay away from poker, it’s for your own good.”

Zimiri continued to sputter, his cheeks becoming roser by the second. Robbie turned to Purah. “So, all in favour of finding Adello’s spill better than Zimiri’s?” The two of them raised their hands in unison. “Alright buddy, secret sucked, so swig! WAITER PLEASE!”

Adello watched as the same woman she had seen near the bar earlier made her way to the table. Picking up a pitcher, she poured out a fresh cup of Adequate’s Apple Cider. The four of them had been here so many times, they didn’t even need to verbally ask for the order.

Before he could even start to reach for the cup, Adello snatched it out of the way. “Nah, it’s okay. I’ll do one for you, Zimiri. These two monsters have already tore you to shreds, and I’m sure I need a punishment anyway for coming in so late.”

He started to protest, but after catching the look in her dark, iron eyes, he relented. “Well, I thank you for your generosity.” The other two, however, were not as compliant.

Purah cupped her hands around her mouth, yelling, “Booooo... Boo to pity! Boo to generosity!” Robbie mimicked her.

“Yeah you have to respect your elders’ wishes. We demand blood! Suffering!”

Adello cracked her neck for show, before downing her glass of cider in a few gulps. The stench and tingling sensation seemed to stick to the sides of her throat. It would take more than water to clear that out. “Adequate” was being very generous when describing its quality.

“Mmmm. The cider’s weirdly salty tonight, I think your attitudes got mixed in here.”

Purah blew another raspberry at her.

They played for a few more rounds, the clatter of cups and breaths of laughter decorating the hours. Much to everyone’s distaste, Purah continued her winning streak, getting by with unbeatable information about the King, royal guards, and one embarrassing anecdote about how her little sister, Impa, had caught her writing an interesting letter to the “local archery hunk.”

Yet, Purah laughed along with the rest of them, the eyes behind her red rimmed glasses held no shame, which Adello envied. Of course that sort of attitude would make you a master at this game. Robbie and Adello attempted to team up and be biased towards Purah in an effort to get her to lose, but either Zimiri didn’t take the hint, or he just really liked playing fair which wasn’t exactly out of character, even if it meant more drinks for him.

Suddenly, a bell towards the back of the pub rang, signifying the end of the band’s gig. The dancing paused, as people gave their thanks, varying from politie applause to drunken yelps. Robbie then rapped the table with his hands, excitedly.

“You know what else tonight needs? Some amazing music, eh Zimiri?” He bounced his eyebrows up and down at him, and gestured towards the lute leaning on one of the table legs.

“I don’t know,” Zimiri replied, “I’ve only a part-time hire for the weekend rush hours, and I wouldn’t want to blindly get on stage and sing without being given permission.”

Adello scoffed. “Uh, are you kidding? The owner would love for you to play without paying you. Haven’t you heard the talk around town? The Adequate’s Tavern: Home of alright food and acceptable ale, but an outstanding bard!”

He fiddled with the string in his hair again. “Oh yeah? I’d love to meet him someday.” At this, Adello clicked her tongue and promptly shoved him out of his chair with her hip.

He laughed to himself as he stumbled aback. “Alright, alright, but only because the birthday tyrant requested it.” Robbie clapped his hands in a “chop-chop” fashion, to truly signify his role as the newly dubbed tyrant.

Suddenly, Zimiri perked his head. Stepping back towards the table, he reached for his cup. “Oh wait, I just lost that round. I still need to drink my—”

Adello grabbed the cup right out of his hands. She tipped it 180 degrees and let the cider spill completely onto the wooden floor. He hopped back, and Purah let out a surprised yelp, saying something about letting the stench seep into the floorboards. Robbie just started to laugh, wildly. Noticing the small commotion, a few other guests looked back at them and started to snicker to themselves.

Setting the cup back on the table, the researcher said, “Great, now you don’t need to ruin your voice any longer. Now get up there and one-up the last band.”

The bard pushed his chair under the table. Picking up his lute as he stood and faced Adello, a charming smile on his face. “Heh, well. My singing voice is grateful. I suppose now I’m in debt to comply.” He gave a curt bow.

Robbie clapped his hands again. “Great, great. Now quit the manners and let’s go already! I still have to order the cake pie!”

Both of the girls rolled their eyes in unison. Zimiri shrugged and started to walk through the small crowd of standing Hylians, and towards the small stage.

A few of the regulars who recognized him let out whoops and whistles, yelling out “Bard!” or “More music!” in support. It seemed that no one really knew his name, but it was nice enough to know that even working here part time would grant you the honor of being recognized by a bunch of random folk. One confused patron, who only associated him with “z” yelled out “Yeah, Zelda!” before promptly slumping under the table. Looking around, a blonde girl caught his eye, as it seemed she was staring at him. He waved, and her cheeks, much to Zimiri’s confusion, turned pink at his gaze and she turned to her friends who started giggling.

Moving past the last of the Hylians with an, “excuse me, sorry!” he finally stepped on the stage. The bard pulled up a small stool to the stage, leaning against it. Most of the folks continued to whoop in approval, seemingly eager for another chance to start dancing. Even the barkeep clapped his hands, probably excited at the thought of a free gig.

I guess, if no one is stopping me…

It was a rowdy bunch, but not a new one. Zimiri had played for these kinds of audiences before.

“I see that quite a few people are itching for a new tune. So, uh, any requests?” he announced as he strum a chord on his lute.

A mass of different voices bounced around the tavern, requests ranging from The Babbler’s Jig, Misko’s Tale, The Eldin Bluffs, and Can I Get More Ale? Although, Zimiri wasn’t quite familiar with the chords of that last song.

He couldn’t stop himself from being biased towards the request of a certain dark skinned girl to his left.

“The World Behind!” Adello said. “Enough with those new ballads, I demand a classic!”

Robbie pumped an arm in the air. “Yes!” he shouted. “I second that! So is my decree as birthday tyrant!”

The bard smiled, preparing the fingering on the neck of his lute. He turned towards the audience. “Well, I’m afraid I have no choice but to heed to such authority.” He began to pluck the beginning notes, tapping a tempo with his boot against the stage. “Now then, a beat, if you all would be so kind?”

The tavern chattered in approval, before piping down. There probably weren't more than 30 people, but the beat they made was definitely sufficient. The sound of stomping, banging mugs, and clapping filled the room. The tempo didn’t even need much adjusting, as The World Behind was pretty familiar around Castle Town. The beat was like a child pretending to be a marching soldier, unconcerned and playful.

Zimiri’s smile widened. A lively crowd indeed, this will do nicely.

With that, he started to sing. His silvery voice echoed across the tavern, as he closed his eyes and began to play.

The boys have gone out to the wishing well

Will they come back? Oh only time will tell

A rupee for a life refined

But time and dreams never align

So tell the world we’ll leave it all behind

Many of the guests had started to dance again, while the rest continued the beat of the song. As Zimiri plucked rapid notes on his lute, he heard a supporting holler from Purah. Next to her, Robbie was slamming his fist to the beat, clearly enjoying himself.

Have you seen the soldiers’ drinking ale?

They wish to sing along with nightingales

To dance on home with songs and rhymes

To banish all the fears from mind

Yes tell the world we’ll leave it all behind

Another pause between the verses, and the bard played the “decorative” rapid notes in between. He didn’t mean to seem like he was showing off, but Adello would attest to the fact that this happened whenever he got too into the music. Looking towards her, Zimiri saw her give a double thumbs up.

Of beasts and men and all atrocities

The damn-ed fate, she owns all that you see

To a better day of new design

Forgot about the gods divine

Oh tell the world we’ll leave it all behind

At this point, some of the guests were singing along, though not to the point of overpowering his own alluring voice. Laughter rang out around the warmly lit room once again. Zimiri looked out at the dancing patrons and smiling guests, grinning at the feeling in his chest this brought. He continued the last verse.

Watch the home while—

“HEY!”

The sudden gruff voice startled the bard to the point where he nearly slipped off the stage.

Lumbering through the double doors, three guards entered the tavern. The one in front, who had interrupted the music, wore a typical knight’s outfit, the same as his male and female coworkers behind him. However, the black hooded cape he wore atop his metal armour swayed with every step he took across the floor, his supposed rank silencing the room.

Well, mostly, silenced the room. A few ticked off guests were booing, groaning, and mocking him for ruining the entertainment.

“Oh would you lot shut up for 2 seconds?!” he said, his voice booming across the tavern. “Listen, I’ll be blunt. I gotta give two messages for this establishment.”

The guests shook their heads, mumbling. Their booing and insults continued, but their volume quieted, it was too early to be getting cross with a couple of knights. Even Zimiri quietly slipped off the stage back towards his friends so as not to be at the end of the knight’s intimidating voice.

The female guard behind the knight handed him a slip of parchment. Unfolding it, the guard cleared his throat.

“Firstly, your music and pounding is disturbing the noblemen next door. He’s staying at the inn or something and wants you to, quote,” he read from the paper, “quit the mindless thumping, for Castle Town is a place of serenity and peace, not of nonsense jigs and banging.”

The groaning and insults started up again; the man gave a shrug, stating something about how he was just following orders.

Adello couldn’t help but laugh out loud. “HA! Well, with an attitude like that, this’ll probably be the first and only time he’s been banged— he should be grateful.”

The room exploded into a mess of laughter and whoops. Even the guard smirked to himself, but attempted to hide it with a shake of his head, saying “Watch the mouth, girl.” Although, his stern tone wasn’t in it.

After a second, he cleared his throat again. With a stomp of his boot he regained the pub's attention, the laughter suffocated out.

“Now, we’re also here looking for a Dr. Robbie Kimura? I received word they might be around here?”

With the attention now towards a single table, most of the guests went back to their idle banter. A few waiters nodded their head towards the table in the back, and the man caught sight of three, white haired teenagers, who were sitting with the dark haired girl who had quipped out earlier.

The scientists turned around too late, in an effort to avoid the knight’s gaze. “Gee, what a bunch of snitches,” Robbie mumbled. The three guards started to walk over to the table.

“Dr...Robbie?”

“Who’s asking?” Robbie squinted with his dark brown eyes.

“Doctor? Really? Is this some kind of prank? You and your friends don’t even look old enough to drink.”

He scoffed. “Okay, first, yes I am a doctor! I didn’t fly through all those courses over four years just to be called, ‘Mr.’ And secondly, I’ll have you know that I am a ripe 20 years of age today, and I’m here drinking expired apple juice with my associates. So take that, pal!”

Beside him, Purah gave a proud nod in agreement. Zimiri started to wave politely at the guard, but Adello grabbed his arm before he could finish the movement. The guard was a bit unsettled with the way that girl was glaring at him. What was some random Hylian doing hanging out with a bunch of Sheikah anyway?

“Right, well, look here, son. Some curious aristo-brat snuck into the courtyard and caused one of those flying, metal Sheikah things to fall apart. My boss said that it was your prototype so you should come back and clean it up before something explodes, and possibly give a sincere apology to the meddling kid who got a few scratches.”

Robbie threw his hands in the air, exasperated. “You’re really gonna pull me out of a birthday just so I can go apologize to a spoiled kid for breaking in and ruining my Guardian?”

“If it lets me keep my job, then yeah.”

Robbie mumbled something about not getting a slice of the apple cake pie.

Suddenly, Adello got up and pushed her chair in, smoothing out the belt around her tunic as she walked towards them.

“Ah yes, well, thank you my dear assistant for the assessment but I’m capable of taking it from here.”

The guard raised a bushy, black eyebrow. “Sorry, wha—”

“You said you only wanted Dr. Robbie? Well great job, you found them. Now let’s get going, I need to finish up a new design anyway.”

“You’re...Robbie? You’re a... clearly not—”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I should have had my mother consult you for your opinion before I was given my name.”

This time, the guard didn’t smile along with her quip. “This is not the time for—”

She held up a finger to silence him, and glared at the three guards with her iron eyes.

“Look, I’m not a nobody. I’m more than capable of fixing up the guardian and any other disasters you might have left lying around the castle grounds. If I’m feeling generous, maybe I’ll even lick the kid’s boots, it’s not my first time dealing with this, alrighty?”

The knights looked at each other, quizzically. The researcher crossed her arms.

“You’re still following your precious orders, aren't you? How would you know what Dr. Robbie looks like? You can’t be faulted for not knowing someone you never met. So, you’ll just have to take my word for it.”

The blonde man behind the gruff, black caped guard, whispered something to his female coworker. Her gaze switched between the girl and the man. Still seeing the uncertainty in their eyes, Adello leaned closer to the knight and lowered her voice. “Come on, have a little heart, it’s his birthday.”

A beat of silence sat, only filled by the mild mumbling and chatter of the tavern. Finally, the guard let out a sigh.

“Alrighty Dr. Kimura. I’ll help escort you to the site.”

Robbie started to protest, but Adello quickly silenced him with a wink. The guard turned towards the rest of the room, yelling, “The rest of you, the sun is gonna rise in a few hours so save your rioting for then! Am I clear?”

The patrons just responded with stupid groans and half-hearted agreements. They started walking towards the door. The female guard started to put a hand on Adello’s shoulder, but she brushed it off, saying something along the lines of “I can walk on my own two feet, thank you very much.”

Purah turned in her seat. “I’ll save a slice of cake pie for you!” Adello turned her head and responded with a two fingered salute, before disappearing out the door with the guards.

The tension in the tavern was almost immediately cleared, the moment the knights left. Most of the people went back to their normal conversational volume, and the waiters began to patter about with more confidence. However, Zimiri slumped in his seat, letting out a sigh.

“Why does she always do things like that?”

Robbie fiddled with the edge of his cup, tracing his finger around the rim. “Well, you know her. Undermining authority? Check. Insults and quips? Check.”

Robbie continued to list off more traits, but it faded out of Zimiri’s ear. Always jumping onto other’s burdens. Ah, that idiot. I bet she hasn’t slept for the last two days.

Purah suddenly piped up, taking out her pen and rapping it against the table. “Alright you two, let’s not let the sacrifice be in vain. Pool your rupees, we’re getting Robbie the fancy cake pie.”

The clatter of a few red and blue rupees echoed on the wooden table, although Zimiri knocked Robbie’s share aside, saying how the birthday tyrant shouldn’t have to pitch in. Purah turned in her chair and started to wave her hand, in order to get the attention of a waiter. The bard watched as a woman with a tray started to walk over to the table. Then, he turned to Robbie.

“So what should we do while we wait?” Zimiri asked. Robbie stroked his chin, looking around the room.

“I think...the people could still use some music.”

Looking out at the crowd, Zimiri noticed how the guards' interference had really dampened the atmosphere. The warm and lively laughter that was present just a few moments earlier was now replaced with more monotone chatter.

He nodded his head in agreement, putting on a charming smile. The place needed a new pick-me-up, did it?

Well, what else is a bard for?

Stepping back onto the stage, he strummed an open chord, double checking the tuning. The whooping and clapping started to return, much to his delight. Plucking a familiar melody, the warm feeling in his stomach returned as he watched the new smiles that started to fill the room. However, before he began to sing, Zimiri first focused on craning his neck to look out a window, trying to catch a glimpse of a certain girl in the night.

It seemed the moon and sun were balanced on the edge of the world. The night had started to submerge behind the walls of West Castle Town, with only the brightest stars still perched upon the ink of the navy blue sky. The silver lining of greying clouds just barely glowed from the faint light of the day, still trying to break out of the eastern waters.

Adello’s footsteps echoed through the cobblestone streets, but she could barely hear it against the shifting of metal plates from the guards in front of her.

The gruff man looked back, scratching his peach fuzzed chin as he spoke. “Listen, if you finish your work quick I might be able to escort you back here.”

Adello shook her head. She turned to retrieve a journal from the pouch on her belt, opening its pages as an excuse to avoid his gaze. “No, it’s fine. I still have some more work I should be finishing up at home anyhow.”

“You...live at the castle?”

“Mmm.”

The guard took her blunt response as a sign to not continue with the niceties, much to Adello’s relief. Looking up, she gazed at the looming castle. Its towers were like mountain peaks, sitting above the blurred silhouettes of the buildings of Castle Town.

Taking out a bit of charcoal, she started to sketch its outline on a fresh page in her journal. While she only had one color, she tried to capture the shadows and lighting that cascaded on one side of the castle to the other.

The female guard slowed her step, starting to walk alongside the researcher.

“Already working?”

Adello didn’t look up from her journal. “Uh… you could say that.”

She laughed. “Well you best hope you know what you’re doing. This kid’s father has been yelling at Her Highness all night. Supposedly because she’s helping to lead Sheikah research, so everyone associated with guardians is at fault.”

Adello finished up the tower of Princess Zelda’s study in her sketch. She smiled to herself at the finished work. It was one of her better pieces. Putting the journal away, she turned back to the guard and scoffed. “Is that so?”

The guard hummed a yes, her blonde braid swaying to each side as she walked. “Apparently, the kid is the son of some visiting nobleman from the East Post. It’d be in your best interest to apologize profusely if you still wanna walk around alive.”

Adello shook her head. She didn’t know it then, but looking back, many moons from now, she would laugh at the irony of her response.

“I’d rather die.”

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